Page 18 of The Wrong Idea (The Kinky Bank Robbers #2)

“And now you get double the punishment, too,” he growled. “Any more objections?”

“No,” I whispered.

“Good. Now get up or things will get very, very extreme.”

I tried not to smile. Could things even get more extreme?

“Don’t think they can’t get more extreme, goddess,” he said.

I got up.

He yanked out a different crate and banged it onto the floor right next to the one I was on, creating a kind of bench. He settled himself down on it, right next to me.

“Now bend over my lap.”

“What?”

“Shhh, goddess, on my lap. You’re getting your punishment early.”

“But…”

“But what? The shopkeeper?” Odin glowered. “Well, imagine the scene he’ll come upon if you don’t fucking-g hurry up. Our intelligence says he won’t be here for a while, but the longer we stay, the less sure we can be.”

I looked down at the kilt covering Odin’s muscular thighs—and a boner, I imagined. Suddenly, there was nothing more I wanted in the world than to be over his lap…nothing more except maybe for him to command it again.

“ Now , Ice.”

I stretched carefully over Odin’s lap, letting my head hang over the side of the crate, arms and chin resting unceremoniously against the rough pine.

I could feel the wood of it on the tops of my breasts, too, just where they hung over the other side of his thigh.

I panted, feeling 98% out-of-this-world horny and 2% embarrassed for being so hugely turned on by all this.

I felt masculine hands run up the back of my thigh, pushing up my kilt, baring my ass.

My skin tingled.

My stomach jumped at the sound of a door. Footsteps.

“Thor, show her the box.”

Thor, not the shopkeeper. Well, that was good!

Thor’s big black boots and kilt appeared in front of me. He kneeled and touched my hair. “Sorry, goddess.” He opened the box. A gleaming wooden paddle was nestled into a velvet bed inside.

“Does that look suitable for your crime?” Odin asked from above me.

“We had the costumes all picked out,” I said. “I don’t see the crime.”

“Of disobedience,” Zeus boomed.

“Say yes,” Thor whispered.

“I guess,” I said.

Thor disappeared. The next thing I knew, something cool and smooth tapped once and again on my bare ass—really lightly, just enough to jiggle it. It was so light, it sort of drove me wild. Was this my punishment? To be driven wild with not enough?

“How was that?” Odin asked.

I heaved out a breath as he slid the paddle across my bare ass and tapped. I shut my eyes tight. My sex heated. I wanted more…anything.

Zeus pushed Thor away and took his place in front of me. “If the clerks come and open the store, we’ll have trouble—because of you two. You are going to learn to obey me in all things. We can’t function as a criminal unit without that.” His scowl deepened. “Odin?”

I tensed, barely breathing. The silence went on long. Too long.

And then it came—the sting of the paddle on my bare flesh.

I gasped, eyes wide.

Coolly, Zeus said, “One.”

Another whack. The slight sting of it blossomed into pleasant sensation, a kind of erotic reverberation.

“Two. Count with me, goddess. Say it.”

“Two,” I whispered.

There was a whoosh as it came down again, followed by a high-pitched whap .

Three. I shut my eyes tight. I felt so exposed—not physically, but about being over a man’s knee like this.

“Look at me, goddess.”

My breath raced as I gazed into Zeus’s green eyes.

Zeus smoothed his hands along my neck and shoulders, caressing me as Odin paddled me.

The softness of Zeus’s touch and the intense slap of the paddle seemed to link up together inside me, winding inside toward my pussy.

Had the spaces between each slap gotten unbearably long?

A feeling of pure bliss built inside me, like a cup being filled.

Was I really going to come just from this?

Zeus roamed his hands over me, possessively. “Keep your eyes on me, goddess.” His power was sexy and irresistible.

I looked into his eyes. His breath had become as ragged as mine, and I felt like he was reaching into me, filling me, like we were fucking with our minds.

“You belong to us, goddess. We will always care for you, do you understand?”

“Yes,” I panted.

“But you and Thor have to obey orders.”

“Yes,” I said.

“Now, do you want Thor back? To pick up where you left off?”

“Oh, yes,” I panted. “God, yes.”

Zeus stood.

The paddling had ceased, I realized.

I felt hands caress my stinging butt cheeks and move to my hips, pulling gently upward. “Goddess,” Thor whispered. “Up.”

Would they really let us fuck now? Or would there be another twist in the punishment? And what the hell time was it?

I crawled a little bit backwards, forearms on the crate, but still over Odin’s lap.

Odin closed his fingers over my hair, holding me down against his lap, so that my face was pressed against the rough wool of his kilt.

I loved the Neanderthal dirtiness of him holding my hair, pinning me to him.

Not like he needed to; not like I was going anywhere.

There was nowhere on the planet I’d rather be.

Thor pulled my hips up. “Spread for me, baby,” he said, pushing my kilt up more, sliding his fingers over the tender and probably very pink flesh of my ass.

I widened my stance, melty with desire.

Thor nudged the inside of my thigh. “Open more.” I stretched open, and Thor found the entrance to my sex, which was wet, and let’s just say yearning.

The tip of his head pressed gently in. I tried to push back, force him in, but Odin held me firmly.

“Please,” I said, panting, forehead against the rough, woolly plaid on Odin’s lap, fingers clutching his meaty thighs through the fabric.

And then, in one firm, delicious slide, Thor was inside me.

I groaned. I’d waited so long.

Slowly, heavily, he moved in and out. My breath quickened.

“Yes, goddess,” Odin whispered, stroking my hair.

The pressure built and built until the feeling of pure bliss expanded and took over my mind. As if that wasn’t enough, Thor reached around and slid his clever fingers up and down against my clit and began to stroke.

The sharp, sweet feeling built in me and crested powerfully, like a tidal wave. I cried out as I broke apart in a blinding orgasm that spun on and on. Thor thrust into me again and again, unrelentingly. He pushed fatly into me one last time and grated out a garbled string of profanity as he came.

Sometime later, he collapsed over my back…on Odin’s lap.

Best. Manwich. Ever.

With a punishment like this, I thought dizzily, I might disobey more often.

Of course, I didn’t actually say that.

“You belong to us, goddess,” Zeus said once again.

I looked up, dazed. He was still wearing his kilt. He went and grabbed one of the antique bullet sashes off the wall and put it on over one shoulder.

It was like a Miss America sash, if the Miss America pageant was for hot, dangerous bank robbers who fucked like gods.

“Now let’s get out of here, people. Daddy’s ready to rob a bank,” Zeus said.

We cleaned up. Zeus and Odin switched black face masks for the red ones, and Zeus threw a few hundreds onto the counter.

“That’s a high price for what we bought,” I observed.

“Wasn’t the shopkeepers who put a hit on us,” Zeus growled. “Our war is not on the shopkeepers of the world.”