Page 7 of The Wrong Idea (The Kinky Bank Robbers #2)

“Wow,” I panted. “Synchronized biting.”

Zeus chuckled. “Not exactly .”

Thor snorted. “Yeah, not quite.”

Wait, how were they talking with their teeth on my nipples? My mind was being blown with both pleasure and logistics now…until it came to me that it wasn’t their teeth on my nipples.

“What? Nipple clamps?” I pulled at my handcuffs which intensified the feeling in my nipples. I sucked in a breath.

“You were just enjoying it,” Thor said.

“Til I knew what it was,” I panted.

“Go with it,” Zeus commanded.

“You want them off?” Thor asked.

“Um…” I breathed. I wasn’t so sure I wanted them off.

“They’re not even tight,” Thor said.

It was true. They were perfectly bitey in a most enjoyable way.

“And there’s a little chain between them. Can you imagine what happens when I pull on it?” I felt him scoop up the little chain. I trembled with anticipation. “Answer. Can you?” Thor whispered in my ear.

Could I imagine? I could very much imagine it. I could very scathingly imagine it.

I felt a tug. The pleasure sharpened.

“Oh,” I gasped.

“Now you don’t have to imagine, Isis. Every time you complain or bellyache, I pull the chain. But harder, got it? Say yes. Say you understand.”

“Harder?” My mind felt melty.

Thor said, “Got it?”

The needly prickling in my foot continued on, but I hardly cared. There was more drama on my nipples! It was like I’d moved to the far side of stimulation. The smutty land of the midnight sun.

“You’re not even paying attention,” Thor seethed “Say, Yes, Thor .”

“Yes, Thor,” I breathed.

“And, if you move your foot at all, we’ll tighten them.

They’re on the lowest setting, but they can go tighter.

” Thor’s fingers shoved into the hair above my blindfold, and I felt his warm breath invade my ear.

“Feel it, get into it.” I felt his fingers on the fleshy underside of my breast and his warm tongue on my nipple.

As he tongued me, the strange pressure on my nipples seemed to evolve.

My mind didn’t know what to do with it. The feeling seemed to radiate outward in sparkly waves from my nipples.

I was keenly aware of every belt and scarf holding me down, and every time I breathed, my belly seemed to fill with butterflies.

And somehow, strangely, the tattooing felt wonderful, too. How was this happening?

I pressed my pelvis upward into Zeus’s hand.

“Hey!” Someone yanked on the chain, tugging my nipples outward.

The yank was a blast of intensity sending heat down between my legs; it shocked me more than anything.

“That wasn’t a complaint,” I protested.

“It was a complaint that Zeus wasn’t doing you hard enough,” Thor said.

“Movement isn’t a complaint,” I said.

Another yank.

“Ah!”

One of the clamps tightened. I felt light, nearly weightless, zoning out on the strange bliss of it all.

The tattoo needle was reaching the part of my foot that had hurt the most before, but this time it wasn’t pain or pleasure; somehow, contained both. It was like a flower, with pain in the center, and sharp ecstasy ruffling out in wild petals.

I felt Zeus’s fingers enter me, two fingers, curling ever so slightly inside me. I wanted to cry tears of joy—I so needed release, so craved it.

Out, then in.

Yessssss.

I knew I wasn’t moving, yet I felt like I was whirling a million miles an hour into a pit of pleasure. Needles sparked across my tender ankle and I didn’t even care. I just wanted more. More, more, more.

I felt something soft and warm on my right nipple—a tongue, just above where the clamp clamped. “Oh, yes,” I gasped.

“You like the new context?” Zeus asked.

“The new context is really great.”

Odin grunted in agreement.

Zeus pushed his fingers into me again, rubbing my clit.

“Oh, god, that’s too much context!” I said. “I don’t think I can hold out!”

Nipple tug. Shivers. Gasp. It was a miracle that I didn’t go over the edge right then and there.

“You have to hold out,” Zeus said. “Because once Odin is done, I am going to fuck you right on that table.”

I panted even harder as I felt Thor’s warm breath on my ear. Somewhere along the line, my bandits had discovered the extreme sensitivity of my ears, a discovery they exploited the hell out of.

I tried to keep from orgasming by concentrating on sheep breeds, trying to name as many as possible—there was the Merino, the sweet Texel sheep, the Suffolk, the super-cute Valais blacknose.

“Hey,” Thor said as soon as I hit Romanov. “Are you naming sheep breeds?”

“Welllllll,” I said.

“Stop. No more sheep breeds. Give yourself over to us. Give us everything, Ice, including your attention. We own you right now.”

Heat pulsed through my center.

“No sheep breed naming,” he whispered.

It was true—they owned me, just as gravity owned me. I would always fall toward these men.

As if I wasn’t close enough to the edge, Thor launched into some blisteringly dirty talk about my total helplessness and various erotic things he had in mind, including dirty alternate uses for the nipple clamps.

I could imagine the mischief in his eyes, knowing he was pushing me over.

Just the tone of his voice turned me on.

I wondered how long I could keep from plunging into an orgasm.

“Omigod, the talking,” I begged. “I can’t...”

“You will.” He continued on with his dirty talk, but a few moments later, the buzzing and prickling at my foot ceased.

“Done.”

Already?

I felt my ankle being blotted. I gasped as somebody unclamped my nipples, and Zeus’s fingers were suddenly gone.

A warm torso covered mine. Make that a warm and massive torso.

Zeus .

“Oh, yeah,” I breathed. The tattoo viewing could wait. “Yes…please!” I writhed underneath the wonderful weight of him. He kissed me, sliding a hand up and down the tender underside of my arm.

He lifted off. I heard a zipper. The rip of a foil package. Heavy, rough hands on my thighs. A tongue between my legs. He licked me again and again, torturing me softly. My arousal spiked with every drag of his tongue.

Finally I felt his forearms come down on the table outside my shoulders, caging me, felt his lips close over one exquisitely tingly, puffy-feeling nipple.

I gasped as he licked and kissed. With the clamps off, my nipples were like Fourth of July sparklers, going wild with feeling. It was almost too much pleasure.

Key word: almost .

I would definitely be moving my initials over to the pro-nipple-clamp column now.

I felt his stomach move against my belly, and I writhed under him to feel more, wishing my wrists weren’t tied, yet quite pleased they were. I loved being helpless under Zeus.

His hands roved possessively over my deliciously immobilized self. I wasn’t sure if I could last—I might come before he was even inside me. Especially when I realized Odin and Thor were likely watching Zeus take me brutishly.

The idea of a watcher or two—not participating, but just watching—thrilled me to no end.

Zeus moved one of his arms off the table.

I felt a hand at my sex and the sensation of him filling me, pushing into me.

I gasped at the perfect feeling of it. Zeus drove into me fully then, filling me firmly, sending me into oblivion.

He moaned softly with every thrust, uh, uh, uh …

a Zeus signature I’d come to love. I felt lulled by the rhythm of his pleasure, pleasured by his pleasure. It was the uh-uh that sent me over.

“I have to…”

“Come, goddess, come,” he panted, sounding half out of his mind. “Take your fill.” He bit my earlobe and thrust into me harder as I shattered apart with a cry, my orgasm lifting me in waves that gave way to larger waves, breaking and crashing over me.

Something scraped my neck—his teeth. I hoped they’d made a mark. I wanted to be claimed and consumed and marked in every way by my bandits.

Zeus groaned one last time, louder and gruffer than the last, and stilled inside me. I felt only the vibration of his cock in me.

“Oh,” he said softly. “Fuck.” He cupped my cheeks with his hands and kissed me, resting still on me. I knew he was half supporting himself, but I loved the feel of the weight he was giving me. I kind of wanted him to crush me. I could never get enough. I couldn’t wait to see my new tattoo.