Page 6 of The Wrong Idea (The Kinky Bank Robbers #2)

Chapter Five

With one slow, deliberate motion, Zeus pointed to the coffee table, just pointed at it.

He always wore a simple ring on his large hand, something Celtic. He’d always seemed quite Irish to me—Irish and feral with creamy skin and hard eyes.

His voice was a low rumble. “Lie down. On your back.”

Heat licked up my spine as I stretched myself out onto the coffee table like an offering on an altar. The surface felt cool and hard under my shoulder blades and my bare ass. I squeezed my legs together.

Everything about my hot bank robbers turned me on—their naughty orders, their brutish attentions. It was like I’d stumbled into a Disney World of dangerous sex fantasies.

This was a whole new ride now—the tattoo distraction ride, definitely a scary one, with a dark tunnel leading to thrills.

Odin bent over me, placing a hand next to my hip, amber eyes glinting. “We’ll get this thing done now.”

He kissed my belly, and then my belly button. I moaned and shoved my hands into his thick, moppy hair.

“Maybe we can forget about the tattoo situation altogether,” I teased, just to get him going. In truth, I really did want the tattoo. “Maybe we can go with temporary tattoos.”

“No chance.” He kissed downward along my neatly trimmed pubes. “Oh, this won’t do.” He grabbed my knees, pulled them apart, and kissed my heated sex.

I sucked in a breath. I wondered vaguely if this tattoo bit could maybe stretch into a multi-day process.

“Slide down. Knees over the edge.”

Heat bloomed between my legs as I slid down.

I felt Odin position my right foot on something—the footstool, I guessed—which raised my knee slightly above the table. “Give me that rope, Zeus,” Odin said.

Zeus threw Odin his belt and Odin leashed my foot to the stool, making it into a giant platform shoe. Or a stilt for a dirty, dirty stilt walker.

“Your tattoo will be fucking-g exquisite,” Odin said. “If you would only hold still. We’re nearly halfway done.”

Thor returned with a bunch of belts and scarves. Zeus used a black sequined scarf to tie my left calf securely to the other table leg so that my legs were splayed apart. Just lying there like that, one knee up, exposed and waiting, cool air on my pussy, was exhilarating.

I felt like I was on top of a ski jump or a roller coaster in the moment before the plunge—the delicious point where you are about to give yourself over to a powerful force you can’t control.

Zeus sat next to me on the coffee table. I said a silent thanks to the hotel gods that this coffee table was metal—we’d accidentally broken a bit of hotel furniture over the past weeks, and apparently it cost a lot of money to replace that stuff.

What was that Odin said about running out of money?

Zeus rested his heavy hand on my belly. “How to distract our squirmy goddess…” Calloused fingers slid down to my crotch.

I lifted my hips, pushing into his touch.

“God, you’re wet,” he said.

“I’ve been deprived lately.”

Odin tied my knee to the corner of the table.

“I’ve been deprived, too, it just so happens.” He dragged his finger lazily through my cleft. “And I haven’t even begun to sate myself on you.”

I shivered with pleasure as he gazed down at me, touched me again, lightly, lazily, teasing me.

“Please sate,” I gasped. “Sate more.”

Zeus had lushly expressive lips. They were beautiful when he smiled and wicked when he frowned. Right now he was twisting them, a dark and playful look of his that could look a little bit cruel.

In a hot way.

“Maybe it’s sating me to drive you half mad,” he whispered, as he drew his finger further up my sex and over my pubic bone. Up, up, up to my belly went his finger, leaving my needy and aching clit behind.

Noooo!

I stilled his hands, pushed them back downward. “Reverse course,” I gasped, pushing at his arm. “You must reverse course.”

“Oh, dear,” he said. “Hand me two scarves and the handcuffs, Thor.”

Gulp .

“Apparently tying you up won’t be enough. Do you know what Thor has to go and get now?” He glanced at Thor significantly.

“I have an idea,” I said, thinking more restraints. Hopefully rough-textured ropes.

“I doubt that,” Thor said as he left the room.

Zeus ran a belt under the coffee table and buckled it around my middle, right at my belly button. He crisscrossed a long scarf over my chest, like an X between my breasts. Then he took out the cushy cuffs, all plush inside and Velcro on the outsides and strong as hell.

“Hands behind your head. Fingers knit. Now.” Zeus spoke like a commander. His military background was as useful during sexual escapades as it was in robberies.

“I can’t believe you’re tying my hands, too. For a tattoo?”

“Was that a Mississippi ?” He lowered his voice. “Do it.”

His tone was a bolt through my belly.

Breathlessly, I complied, placing my hands as he instructed. He velcroed cuffs around my wrists and tied restraints under the table. I imagined the long straps crisscrossed under there. Why my hands?

“I can be distracted with my hands free, you know.”

Another belt. I’d never been tied up so thoroughly. I wiggled a little, just to test.

“No, you must not move.” Odin ran a fingernail down my calf. “It is only this, only sensation.”

I gasped. Only.

I lay there, as still as could be. The only part of me that could move at this point were the butterflies fluttering wildly in my belly.

“If they do not hurry, I’m going to lose my fucking-g inspiration, ” Odin said.

“You never lose your inspiration,” I said.

He kissed my knee. Like that was his answer.

Odin was the group techie and also the group tattoo artist. He’d had practice in an Algerian prison, as it turned out, but oddly, had never himself gotten a tattoo until the one for our gang.

It was the one tattoo he knew he’d want to keep until death.

“If you move, you will have squiggles instead of proud fucking-g bolts.”

I waited there, cool and vulnerable in my nakedness and filled with a sweet apprehension I’d come to know well in my short time with the gang.

Were they making me wait in order to stoke my excitement? Did they not understand how unbearably excited I felt?

Zeus leaned in. “How does it feel?”

“Like I’m about to be roasted on a spit,” I panted.

“Oh, we have something hotter, Isis.” Zeus trailed a finger through my throbbing sex, paused, and circled around my tender nub. My belly undulated to the sweet feeling. Odin kissed my toe at the same time and then sucked it.

“Oh wow,” I breathed. “The tattooing does feel better now.”

Zeus drew his hand away again. I gasped at the loss. I was right on the verge.

Thor came back into the room. He wore his longish blond hair slicked back. With his lanky, athletic body, he looked like a Swedish tennis player, and he had a wicked look on his face.

“What now?” I asked.

He leaned down to kiss me, brushing a finger over my nipple, which drew tight at his touch. “You are always so responsive when you’re tied down,” he observed.

True enough!

I pulled at the cuffs above and behind my head.

The plush velvet inside them felt warm and soft.

Zeus’s hand on my belly felt deliciously heavy. He was such a tease, to rest his hand there, doing nothing. Well, actually he was doing something—he was demonstrating his command over me. He’d touch me when he damn well felt like it, and I could do nothing about it, tied as I was.

Eep!

“But would it be better to not be responsive when you’re getting a tattoo?” I teased.

“Unless the pain is balanced,” Thor said.

“With pleasure?” I asked hopefully.

“Well…” Thor looked like he was thinking about that.

“ Well ?” I demanded.

“Do you trust me, Isis?” Thor asked. “Have I ever endangered or upset you?”

I thought about a certain joyride we’d taken in Kansas City. “Ummm…”

Zeus chose this moment to move his hand back down between my legs, and I blew out a breath I’d been holding. He rubbed my clit with the flat of his finger.

“Omigod,” I said.

Odin grabbed my ankle again and blotted my tattoo.

“I don’t know if I’m ready for more tattoo,” I said.

Thor whispered, “That will be the least of your concerns.” The next thing I knew, he was tying a blindfold around my head, covering my eyes.

“Really?” I said. “I can’t even…” But Zeus was stroking my clit in a new way, and I gave myself over to that sensation of his fingers on the wet, vulnerable lips between my legs.

Thor closed his lips over my nipple, sending quivers of pleasure through me.

“Omigod,” I said again. “I for sure won’t be still if I orgasm.”

“Don’t orgasm, then,” Zeus said.

Thor tweaked my nipples between his fingers—at least I think it was Thor. All I knew was that there were warm fingers stroking between my legs and cool fingers rubbing my nipples into diamond-like hardness. It was a sex Hootenanny!

I was still bracing for Odin to start drilling my ankle.

Until I felt the bite on my nipple.

“Hey!” Mad sensation radiated through me, filling my head, not letting up. I couldn’t see with the blindfold, but I assumed it was Thor, clutching my nipple in his teeth.

The strange pain of it felt exciting—especially combined with Zeus’s highly pleasurable stroking. Sharp and soft, like salt with chocolate. Thor’s teeth at my nipple were the salt, Zeus’s fingers stroking through my sensitive folds was the chocolate.

“Oh, yesssss,” I said, getting way too into it. I was so into it I barely noticed the stingy needles at my foot. Something cool and light was laid on my chest. Like a little chain.

Then Thor bit my other breast, at the same time. I began to pant.

Wait, that was impossible. It had to be Zeus biting a nipple at the exact same time as Thor… with identical pressure and orientation, while stroking my sex . Like some kind of next-level multitasking.

“Oh, wow,” I gasped.

All these points of feeling were doing something funny to my body, drowning each other out, like competing music in the electronics aisle at Target. But unlike the cacophony of the electronics aisle, these feelings were a luscious symphony.