Page 12 of The Wrong Idea (The Kinky Bank Robbers #2)

I imagined the outlaws in the place knew how my guys were touching me, even though they couldn’t see.

And I really wanted Odin to keep moving his hand, to reach between my legs, to touch me there.

I tightened my pelvic muscles as if that would somehow draw him.

I wanted to get off in front of all these people and for them not to know.

“Say what it means,” Zeus pursued.

I grinned. This teasing business worked as a two-way street.

Thor’s gaze from across the table felt heavy on my skin. “Maybe we should go now.”

“No, this is a proper date with dinner on the way,” Zeus said. “We’re not leaving early just because we want to fuck. But Isis can demonstrate a full understanding of what will happen when we get home.”

Heat arrowed through me.

Thor smiled.

“The paddle,” I said. “That’s what it means.”

“The paddle what?” Thor asked, swirling his scotch, always wanting to maximize the dirty talk.

“Odin’ll whack me with it,” I said.

Thor rolled his eyes. Apparently, whack was not a dirty enough word. “Isis, we will bring you home and strip off your dress and your panties so that you’re naked in front of us.”

“We’ll rip it right down the middle,” Zeus said.

“Not this dress,” I protested.

“Everything is ours,” Thor continued, “to do with as we please. You. The dress. Do you remember our deal?”

I closed my eyes, clenching my sex in an exciting way. “Umm…”

“Do you remember?” Odin asked. “Answer.”

“Yes, fine,” I said. “I obey every order.”

“You’ll be bare to us,” Thor said. “And don’t think Odin has forgotten how you made fun of his accent today. Open your eyes, Isis.”

I opened my eyes, pulse racing. Thor swirled his drink some more.

“Then we will take you down to a certain room, and we’ll tie you up on something…” He glanced over at Odin. “Smooth and leathery.”

Odin nodded and inched his fingers up farther, rough fingers on my smooth flesh, inching up the hem to expose my thighs and then my panties behind the cover of the table.

The contrast of the cool air on my skin and Zeus’s warmth behind me was getting more intense, heightened by the champagne and the public nature of this whole encounter.

Long story short: I was getting way too aroused for my pants!

Thor continued, looking dashingly evil. “We’ll lay you out and help ourselves to you, touching you in ways you can’t begin to imagine. How many hands is that?”

“I’m not that drunk,” I said, concentrating on Odin’s hand caressing my thigh, brushing ever so lightly between my legs, like a feather stroke on the outside of my thong.

“How many, Isis?” Thor asked, like it was the dirtiest question ever.

Odin slid his fingers down and then back up to graze my damp panties again. Lightly, too lightly, stoking my heat.

I closed my eyes. “Six.”

“Maybe, Isis,” Thor said. “We’ll see. The point is that you will be spread out before us. At our mercy. Tied up for our total and complete pleasure. There are so many things I want to do to you.” He trailed off, then. “God, where’s our food?”

My legs trembled helplessly under Odin’s touch. “Maybe we should get it to go,” I said.

“The fuck we will,” Zeus growled. “This is a proper date.”

I smiled. It was anything but proper.

Thor raised one eyebrow. “Six hands is how many fingers, Isis?”

I swallowed with difficulty. “Sixty. I mean thirty.”

Zeus chuckled behind me. He moved his hand lower, down to my mound, but not to my clit, where I desperately wanted it.

I pressed up my pelvis, but he pushed me back down, firmly.

I could feel the excitement radiating off of him, could feel his massive cock pulsing with need.

Thor’s little narrative was getting to him, too.

I moved my hand behind me into his lap, wrapping my fingers slowly around the bulge that his cock made through his pants.

He sucked in a breath. “This isn’t going the way of a proper date,” he grated out. But he didn’t move my hand.

I wished we were anywhere else. Ideally, at their hideout.

I just wanted to have sex with my bandits.

I wanted us all to fuck. And then there was the promise of the paddle…

I’d enjoyed being spanked, it was true, but a hand is soft.

A paddle isn’t. The danger made it thrilling. The element of the unknown.

I looked over at the crowd. Nobody would ever guess about the outrageous heat level at our table. Most everyone watched Matteo dance on and on like a robot. He was actually really good at it.

“Look at me,” Thor said.

I looked over. There was more?

Zeus shifted behind me, and my nipples grazed against the fabric of my dress.

Thor sipped his scotch, fixing me with his eyes, continuing in his gravelly and hypnotic way. “Once you’re all tied up and helpless, begging us to let you come, Odin will bring out that box. I know you’ve thought about it, Isis.”

Shivers went over me.

“Have you been thinking about it?” Thor asked.

“A little,” I confessed.

Thor smiled devilishly. “And you will be tied up on your belly, and your ass will be bare to Odin in the cool air. To all of us. And you will wait like that for Odin to bring out the paddle. You will be so wound up, you will crave anything we give you at that point. You will be grateful for any sensation. But do you know what? He won’t use the paddle right away. ”

Zeus shifted again. “Maybe we should stop this talk.”

Thor crossed his legs and continued. “Instead, Odin will bring the box around to where you can see it. He’ll hold it in front of you, so that you can inspect it and know what it looks like. Do you know why?”

“No,” I breathed as Odin crept his hand closer to my throbbing clit. It was driving me wild that he would only touch me there lightly. I wanted some pressure, ideally in the form of a stroke, but my guys could get contrarian when I made requests like that, so I stayed cool.

Thor continued. “When you know what it looks like, you will be able to picture it and feel it when he brings it down on your bare ass. In punishment for your insolence today.”

“Wait. I have an addition,” Zeus panted. “She inspects the paddle while she sucks me off.”

“Okay, good,” Thor said, nodding.

I didn’t see how this would work exactly, how I would be able to inspect the paddle while Zeus’s cock was in my mouth…unless I was sideways maybe, but who needs realistic sex choreography for a hot scenario? I was going with it.

“Isis, Zeus will press his rock-hard cock all the way into your warm, wet mouth. You’ll close your lips around him and blow him properly while you examine your tool of erotic punishment.”

“Okay,” I said, like it made sense.

I felt Zeus’s breath speed up even more. Odin inched in closer to me. I grabbed his hand and pushed it between my legs—I couldn’t help it! The pressure felt glorious.

Odin pulled away his hand and grabbed my wrist. “Is that proper for a date?” he growled. “To fondle yourself? To force me to?”

“I think it’s proper for this date,” I said.

“Oh dear.” Odin shook his head sternly, keeping hold of my hand.

“Can I stop being interrupted?” Thor said.

I heaved out a breath. There was more? Could somebody get off on dirty talk alone? It seemed like that was where things were headed.

“While you inspect the paddle and take Zeus’s cock fully into your mouth, I am going to pour oil onto your virgin asshole, and then I’ll press something cool and firm into it. Larger than fingers. It’s time.”

I hissed out a breath. It sounded so dirty and exciting. I wanted to do everything, suddenly. Now!

“Hold on,” Zeus said. “What?”

Thor said, “She’s ready.”

“No,” Zeus said. “Virgin asshole? Isis, you’ve never been buttfucked?”

“No,” I said.

I felt this tremor go through Zeus, like he’d swallowed hard. “And you’d wish to?” he grated out.

“Oh, yes,” I whispered.

“Right now?” he asked.

I frowned, like I was so confused. “But I thought this was a proper date. I don’t know what etiquette guides say, but I’m guessing that a proper date doesn’t involve a woman getting a hard cock pressed into her virgin asshole in a restaurant.

” I wished I’d said that dirtier. I wanted to be good at dirty talking too!

“Or something else, like maybe smooth and slick. Slowly in.”

Thor grinned.

“Especially if maybe another man is fondling her breasts,” I added.

Uh! Fondling. Who says fondling?

But Zeus swallowed.

“And touching elsewhere as well,” I added.

“Where else? Tell him where else,” Thor said.

“My, uh, cunt,” I said. It wasn’t convincing at all, but apparently it worked.

“Fuck it!” Zeus slid out of the booth and stood. He strolled over and said something to our waiter, gesturing at the table.

Odin snickered softly and let go of my hand.

Zeus grabbed the olive oil container. “Follow me.”

“What?” I said.

“Follow. Now,” Zeus said.

I slid out and stood, smoothing my dress, heart racing.

Thor smiled at me. Such a troublemaker. Had he woven that whole story just to take advantage of Zeus’s difficulty with impulse control? Was he playing the mischievous puppeteer yet again?

Odin pressed a warm hand to my bare back. “Wish granted.”

“Here?”

“Goddess,” Odin said. “Do you need me to answer that?”