Page 3 of The Deeper Game (The Kinky Bank Robbers #3)

Thor pulled down my thong to my knees, exposing my ass to the frigid air.

He slid his hands over my ass cheeks, softly and gently, creating friction and heat.

“This is for your own good, goddess.” His hand neared my heated core.

I held my breath, desperate for him to touch me there. “Because it is nearly eleven.”

“What do you mean? I thought…”

“That you’d be allowed to blow off your mission?” Odin said. “Oh, no. No, no, no.”

I tensed up as Thor’s fingers neared my clit again, grazing over my swollen lips just briefly before sliding away.

“You’re killing me,” I gasped.

“That’s not what I call it.” He moved his hand back, sliding his fingers into my hot folds, sending bolts of pleasure through me.

“Metaphorically,” I whispered, letting my forehead drop more deeply into his lap and press against his steely hard cock through his pants, even though that wasn’t the game we were playing. I wasn’t supposed to be touching them in this game.

“Goddess,” he warned, drawing his expert fingers in and out through my juices, slowly, with just enough pressure to drive me wild. He continued, just because he could. Then he found my entrance with the tip of his finger and he invaded my hole.

It was like heaven. He drew it out and pressed in with two fingers.

I pressed back, needing more. Just more. “Yes,” I gasped.

“Ten-fifty-eight,” Odin said.

I didn’t know why they were still thinking I’d go into the bank at this point. The only place I was going right now was a yummy version of down.

“You are so wet for us,” Thor whispered.

“Yes. Let’s do this,” I begged, imagining Thor’s fat cock plunging into me. Or I could suck Thor’s cock while Odin fucked me, a favorite activity of ours. My ass was feeling needy, stuck up in the cold air.

“Spread your knees,” Odin said.

“What?”

“As much as you can.”

I complied. I felt Thor withdraw his fingers, slicking my juices over my asshole. He pressed a finger at my puckered opening.

“Uh,” I said, feeling the excitement flow through me.

He pushed his fingers a little ways in and then something startling happened: my nipple clamps began to vibrate.

“Oh, my God!” I exclaimed.

I tried to get up, but Thor had fisted my hair, keeping my face firmly pressed into the warm and delicious topography of his lap with his hard cock posing as Mount Everest. My ass waited helplessly for whatever they would decide to do.

My body was to be used for their utter pleasure. “Was that a Mississippi?”

“No,” I gasped as the nipple clamps vibrated on, sending pulsing, throbbing excitement all through me. “Remote control,” I gasped.

Thor pushed his finger deeper into my asshole and the vibrations got stronger.

I panted, feeling melty inside. His finger felt too thick, too huge, but in a decidedly good way. “Enough,” I gasped.

“Sorry, goddess,” Thor said, pushing deeper. The pleasure was excruciating. I was about to break apart in a million little pieces.

“That is only one part of your punishment,” Odin said.

What was he talking about? The clamps stilled, finally, and Thor pulled out his finger.

“Noooo!” My belly felt light. Suspended. Full of butterflies.

Odin narrowed his eyes. “Is that a command?”

I didn’t know what anything was at that point, but I knew enough to say no, to simply wait helplessly for whatever would come next.

I didn’t have to wait long. I felt a cool drip of something land on the entrance of my asshole.

Then another drip, then another. My sex pulsed with every drip and then I felt fingers—Odin’s—slicking a rough circle at the tightened entrance of my asshole.

The fingers left, replaced with something that felt larger and thicker than Thor’s finger.

“What is that?” I whispered. “It’s too big.”

Thor stroked my hair. “Just relax.” He reached around the front of me and stroked between my legs as Odin pressed the impossibly large, bulb-feeling thing into my asshole.

“It feels so huge,” I gasped.

“Relax, goddess, it’ll be fun,” Odin whispered in his husky way. “Take it in.”

Little by little, Odin pressed it in, creating a feeling that was at once evil and wonderful.

“Breathe.” Thor kept up his stroking, pushing me closer and closer to the edge. Everything in me was turning warm and wanting as Odin pushed the smooth, firm object in deeper and deeper.

I began to enjoy the strange discomfort of being filled up so slowly and hugely. I’d had a cock in there before, but never something smooth and round.

In he pushed. I could feel the thing stretching my asshole, hitting the nerve bundles inside.

The strange, delicious feeling of it went into my chest, even into my head, and it seemed to connect with the hard pinch on my nipples.

I felt like one of those maps of the night sky with lines connecting stars to make pictures.

The little blowjob. Big ménage. Steely cock major.

The concubine. Ass-bulb and nipple-clip starburst.

Suddenly the thing was all the way in, and the muscles of my asshole contracted around it, as if of their own volition.

And not only was this large, smooth object in my asshole, but it had a part attached that pressed over my clit, too. Like a bulb in my asshole attached to a thumb that pressed onto the most sensitive part of my anatomy.

“There we go.” Thor slapped my ass, then he pulled my thong up over it.

“What are you doing?”

He tugged me up by my hair. “Sit down,” he commanded.

“W-what?” I couldn’t imagine sitting. The way it would press into me.

“Is this something you can’t handle?” Odin asked.

I kind of didn’t understand the question. It was a lot of intensity zinging around inside of me.

I twisted and pretended to sit, putting almost no pressure on my ass, and even then, the bulb felt huge in my ass and the lip thing pressed mercilessly onto my clit.

“Sit for real,” Thor growled.

A wave of sensation rolled through my belly.

Why were his growly commands so hot? It seemed like it broke all the laws of physics or something.

I let my full weight settle onto the seat, feeling filled up and fucked and controlled, and it wasn’t even lunchtime.

“You need to get ready to do your deposit,” Odin said.

I looked at him like he’d lost it. “I can’t go in there like this!”

“Of course you can.” Odin pulled the cups of my bra clear over the nipple clamps, which kicked the pinchy sensation up a notch, and then, calmly and efficiently, he redid the buttons on my dress.

“Are you kidding?” I exclaimed. “I won’t be able to concentrate.”

“Do you know how they train horses before a race?” Odin asked. He waited, seeming to expect an answer.

I regarded him dimly, not quite understanding why he was asking this. Was I being quizzed on obscure sports trivia now?

“They sometimes train them by running them through knee-deep ocean water. So that when they run on land, where the resistance is gone, they fly. This is your ocean water. We need to know you can focus during all types of situations as part of our gang.” Odin’s fingers worked quickly. “We need your focus sharp.”

I straightened my collar and looked down. Even with the bra over them, you could see the angular outlines of the nipple contraptions through the pink silk.

“Don’t worry,” Thor said. “It only looks a little obscene. You’ll fit right in.”

“They’re motorized,” I said.

Odin gave me a sly look.

“You can’t switch them on when I’m in there. And what if the butt thing falls out?”

“It won’t. Trust me.” Odin gripped my chin and turned my head to him. “And if you come before you get back here, you will not enjoy your punishment.”

I wondered what he meant by not enjoy. Hanging out with dirty-minded bank robbers, you quickly learn that not enjoy could mean lots of things, and sometimes not enjoy involved a whole lot enjoyment.

Still, I didn’t want to fail this mission. I wanted them to understand that they could trust me to hold up my end during any operation.

Odin handed me my clutch, which went with my silky shirt dress. Thor got out and held the door open.

My blood raced. I was really going in there like this.

Okay, then.

I stepped onto the sidewalk in my high heels and paused, keenly aware of my nipples and, even more so, of the sensitized bud between my legs.

Every time I moved, the area was caressed by the thumb end of the bulb lodged in my asshole .

It was like an invading presence inside me, turning me on against my will.

“I feel...” I took a step away from the SUV and the thumb rubbed my sex.

“How? How do you feel?” Odin asked.

“Like I’m going to die of horniness,” I gasped. “Like I’m going to come at any second.”

“You fail before you even start?” Odin said.

“No! No way. But you’re not really going to put those nipple things on when I go in there, right?” I asked. “People might see them vibrating. It’s not a good way to fit in with the clientele,” I added.

Odin grinned. “I will not vibrate the nipple clamps while you are inside.”

Well, that was something. I put on my movie star sunglasses.

Odin already had his camera out to record the manager leaving. It was time.

I walked around the front of the shiny black vehicle, stunned at how wickedly the thing between my legs rubbed and caressed my sensitive folds.

I swallowed. Focus, I commanded myself. It’s just feeling. You can do it.

I had to do it.