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  A voice behind me. “Not yet.” Odin. I hadn’t noticed him come around. Odin pushed his hand down the back of my panties and squeezed my ass cheek. Then he brought his other hand around to cup my sex, sending ripples of pleasure though my pelvis. “No melting and no coming. Not until we say so.”

  Oh, so it was going to be one of those deals.

  Odin squeezed and massaged, making me writhe under his magical touch, demanding more, feeling shameless and not caring.

  Thor caressed my stomach, nibbling and sucking my breast. Odin kissed my neck as he pushed his hand down the front of my panties—inside now—touching the slickness between my legs. Then he grabbed my hand and put it over the bulge in his pants. I reached down to touch Thor, too. He growled into my nipple as I squeezed his shaft through the fabric of his gray slacks.

  I know there were only four hands on me, but it felt like a dozen, touching and exploring me, pinching and teasing, sending me into bliss overdrive. Pleasure thrummed through me in sweet waves. If anything, Thor had undersold their skills. I never knew where their fingers would roam next, and eventually I gave up tracking any of it. I moved in a rhythm against somebody’s hand. I rubbed two cocks through two pairs of pants. The pants needed to come off.

  Would they want to have anal sex? I never had, but Isis would go for it. I wanted to give these men everything they demanded. New pleasure swelled in my belly at the thought of them bossing me more, and demanding things.

  “Christ, I could come right now,” Thor said. “I want to take you so hard. But I just don’t know if I can decide how. I want to fuck you all night.”

  Please do, I thought

  “Come here.” Odin pulled me backward and I stepped back off the couch, off Thor. “Take off his pants and suck him,” Odin whispered in my ear.

  I kneeled in front of Thor and started to undo his belt.

  “No, not like that.” Hands on my hips, Odin pulled me up to stand again, and then kissed my ear, warm and breathy, and he whispered softly, so that only I could hear, “Don’t kneel—bend. I want you bent over and totally open to me. I need full access to your incredibly wet pussy for what I have in mind right now.”

  Heat built between my legs. I started to form a funny reply, like how full of helpful suggestions he was, but then he shoved my panties down off my hips and the quip melted away.

  “You’ve never been with two men before have you?” Odin asked. “Tell the truth.”

  “No,” I admitted, figuring that he already knew.

  “That’s perfectly fine,” he said.

  Thor groaned. “Better then fine.”

  “Now bend over,” Odin whispered into my ear.

  I complied.

  It was harder to bend down to Thor than to kneel in front of him, but I planted my hand on the couch cushions on either side of him and supported myself that way. Odin held my hips, fingers pressing into my flesh.

  “Good girl,” Odin said. “Now spread for me.” He nudged the inside of my ankle with his foot, a move I greatly enjoyed.

  I spread my legs apart.

  “Excellent.” I felt a lone finger touch my sex, trailing from my sensitive bud, down along my folds, and then slowly traveling back. I hissed out my pleasure. Ooh! I’d been so yearning to be touched there, and suddenly this magical, perfect touch.

  “Thor, take off your pants,” Odin commanded.

  “You’re not a very good multi-tasker,” Thor said, pulling off his pants, a task I had begun and left off of.

  “Oh,” I said as his giant cock sprung free, golden like the rest of him, with a shining dot of liquid on the tip. “No, I can be, though.” I wrapped my fingers around the base of his dick and, one hand planted firmly next to his hips, I slowly, lustily, licked off the drop.

  “Yes.” Thor breathed. “Yeah. Put your lips over me. Take me, Isis. Take everything.”

  Odin continued to finger my seam as I lowered my lips over Thor, swirling my tongue around him. Thor teased my nipples with his fingers, and my heart stuttered as I felt a finger sneak into my cunt, then out, then two in. I sucked Thor as Odin touched and explored me. It was so much sensation.

  “You can’t stop,” Odin said. “You can’t stop until we tell you.”

  I didn’t see why I’d ever want to.

  In my experience with cartoon porn, I found it not that erotic when elfin girls had to blow guys while getting fucked, but I could see now that I’d been grievously wrong in my thinking, and I yearned for Odin to put on the condom I’d seen him retrieve from his pocket and enter me, be totally inside me, while I sucked Thor’s cock.

  But that thought broke apart as the three of us got into this luscious rhythm. I ceased to care about whether we were fucking or fingering or what.

  A door somewhere opened.

  Zeus!

  I stilled.

  “Keep going,” Odin whispered. “Don’t stop.”

  But Zeus was right there at the side of the couch, speaking with Odin casually about going down to the workout room. I’d been excited for Zeus to come out and join in, or at least watch, but not this, acting like I was a lapdog, or a piece of furniture. I pulled my mouth off Thor, feeling embarrassed and flustered, and straightened my arm, so that, okay, I was still bent over, but not sucking on Thor’s cock.

  Zeus wore sweats and a tank top, and had a towel flung over his shoulder, clearly on his way to the hotel gym. He said something about dinner, even as Odin continued to drag a finger slowly up and down my moist seam.

  “Call me on the zero,” Zeus finally said. He glanced at me coldly and then left.

  The silence in the room was broken only by the click of the door being shut by our mysterious fourth.

  “That was awkward,” I said.

  My two swains said nothing.

  “What?” I said.

  Thor knit his brows together, as though something troubled him. “Did you disobey a direct order just now, Isis?”

  “W-what?”

  “Did you follow all Odin’s directions just now? Or did you disobey?”

  Odin had ceased his exquisite fondling of me. He rested his hands lazily on my hips, and I could feel his cock tipping at my ass crack.

  “Well, but—” I wrapped my fingers around the base of Thor’s cock.

  Thor shook his head sadly and dislodged my fingers. “What about his directive to keep going while we had our discussion with Zeus? Did you obey that?”

  “It seemed a little much.” My pulse raced. “But I remember exactly where we left off.”

  Odin took hold of my arms and pulled me up. “Up.”

  “What?” I stood. I couldn’t believe they wanted to cease and desist. I smiled. “Come on.”

  Thor said, “You agreed to obey, yet you didn’t. We need to be a perfectly disciplined group of criminals, or we have nothing. Do you understand that? We have nothing without discipline. This is something you need to learn if you’re going to remain with us.”

  “But—” I laughed at the craziness of it all. “To be practically fucking while you have a discussion?”

  “You said that you would obey. And you didn’t,” Odin said. “Now thanks to you, all of our lighthearted fun is over.”

  Thor stood.

  Odin kept hold of my arms.

  I felt again the breezes of the room on my belly and on my madly pebbling nipples, straining at the ends my breasts, which pointed forward in a shamelessly bullet-like way, thanks to the pulled-down bra supporting them underneath.

  I felt almost giddy with excitement. “But after our day,” I said, “don’t we deserve some light-hearted fun?” Even now I was playing a bit of a role. Isis was ever so slightly dissolute. Isis needed a bit of structure.

  “We do deserve fun.” Odin came around the front of me and yanked his tie off his neck. “Don’t worry, we’ll enjoy this, too. Well, Thor and I will, anyway.” He tied the end of his tie to my wrist.

  I watched him, not quite believing I was going to allow this. But, I so was. “W
hat are you going to do?”

  “Nothing you can’t put a stop to. Just say… Mississippi.” Odin touched the side of my face with one finger, holding my gaze with his blue eyes.

  “Mississippi?”

  “Do you have a problem with that?”

  “No,” I said.

  Odin said. “Untie Thor’s tie for him, then.”

  I reached up and untied the knot in Thor’s tie and slowly pulled it free of his collar, heart racing like mad.

  “Thank you,” Odin said as Thor tied it to my other wrist.

  Then Odin yanked off his belt.

  Shit.

  “What are you going to do with that?” I asked.

  “You’ll see.”

  “You’re not hitting me with that.”

  “Is that a Mississippi?” Odin asked. Thor, too, had his belt off.

  I thought about this. They’d said the rules were for our mutual pleasure. So far, they had been. In fact, I felt I was getting the most pleasure.

  Odin tied my wrists together—tight, but not too tight. I could probably get out. Maybe. Still, I didn’t like the belt aspect. “I’m not sure about this.”

  “Are we doing anything right now that you object to?” Odin asked.

  “Well—”

  “At this very moment?” Odin asked.

  “I guess not at this very moment.”

  “I shouldn’t think so. Come here, Isis. Thor, you too.” Odin led me to the table by the tie.

  It was slave-y and porn-y in a totally erotic way, to be led like that.

  “Bend over the table,” Odin said from behind me. “On your elbows.”

  I could barely breathe as I bent over it, holding the edge of the table with my tied hands, breath ragged.

  If I don’t like it, I will say Mississippi, I said to myself. I waited, ass exposed, nipples nudging against the cool marble with every breath I took.

  Thor grabbed hold of my hair and turned my head to the side he stood on, and kneeled to address me directly. “It always goes better for the fucking when you don’t disobey.” He ran a finger over my cheek, and then he stood and went around to the front of me. He took the ends of the ties binding my wrists and tied them somewhere below, presumably to the table leg just below the edge I was gripping with increasing force.

  Odin ran his hands over my shamelessly exposed ass. “That’s right, we get to the fucking so much sooner when you’re disciplined.”

  “I guess so,” I whispered.

  Behind me, Odin continued to rub my ass, now with two hands. “Are you being funny? Was that a smart remark?”

  I turned my face down to the table, forehead pressed to smooth marble, adrenaline coursing through my veins. “Sort of,” I admitted. This was more intense than all the extreme sports I’d ever engaged in—all put together!

  Thor kneeled in front of me. “Hey.”

  I looked up at him.

  He was shaking his head sadly. “That merits a double punishment.” He looked above my head, up at Odin.

  “What?”

  “We need obedience, Isis,” Odin said. “You understand why we have to do this? When you delay our pleasure like this? One person cannot be allowed to mess things up and then mock our process.” He paused. “Say, ‘I understand and accept my punishment.’”

  The butterflies in my stomach were going crazy. I was really supposed to say it?

  “Say it.” Odin scratched a fingernail along my butt cheek, leaving a wicked line of sensation that sent waves of through my body. It was here that I understood something about being tied up—every little touch contains a world of feeling, because you can’t stop it. My body hummed with this strangely pleasurable apprehension when he stopped. What would he do next?

  “Say it.”

  “I understand and accept my punishment,” I whispered. And there is always Mississippi, I thought.

  A hush. Thor stood.

  That’s when I felt the cool leather against my ankle. It was Odin, winding the belt around my ankle. Phew! So that was the plan! I felt the belt tighten, binding my leg to a table leg. I was relieved when he used the other belt to tie my other leg to that same table leg, which left my legs somewhat strapped up together.

  I had hoped to have the fucking part of the night start, but apparently that wasn’t on the agenda at this point. But at least the belt whipping part wasn’t going to happen either, what with both belts put to such a use.

  Still my imagination raced. Would they actually spank me? What would it feel like? I gripped the table edge so hard my knuckles went white.

  “Close your eyes and put your forehead back down on the table,” Thor said. He was standing right in front of me. “We don’t want you getting distracted from your punishment. You need to feel this in order to remember.”

  As if I wouldn’t feel, as if I wouldn’t remember. But I complied.

  And out of nowhere I felt the sharp sting of Odin’s hand slapping my ass. I gasped. It stung. Though I didn’t know how much of the sting was just the shock. And then he did it again.

  Hard.

  Okay, it stung-stung.

  And then again.

  His hand striking my bare skin reverberated through my pelvis, vibrating my ass cheeks clear into my pussy. It stung, yet it felt darkly exquisite. A kind of pleasure-pain.

  I didn’t know what to think about it. My mind didn’t have a box for this.

  He did it again, harder.

  “Uh!” I cried.

  Odin asked, “Was that Mississippi?”

  “No,” I whispered.

  “So you want more?”

  I swallowed. A spank is not a very seemly thing to ask for, even when you’re Isis.

  “Say it,” Odin commanded. “Spank me again until my punishment is complete.”

  I resisted making the joke I could’ve so easily made there. “Again.”

  The silence stretched out. I waited.

  Waited.

  Why was nothing happening?

  “Full sentence,” Odin said.

  “Please,” I whispered, ready to weep from the mental strain of them not doing things to me. I felt bereft, tied up there, untouched. “Please spank me until my punishment is complete. Until you are utterly and completely satisfied. Utterly.”

  With that, his hand came down on my ass, and again. I breathed in gulps, forehead pressing into the smooth tabletop, hands gripping the edge. That exquisite feeling on the end of each spank, that sweet reverberation sailing into my clit, seemed to increase to dizzying dimensions. The slap, the pleasure.

  I ground my pelvis into the edge of the table as he spanked me. I realized, with some surprise, that I could likely orgasm just from this.

  Odin stopped and caressed my ass cheeks. Even that—Oh! I felt everything. Was it over? I panted. I could feel a drip of cool sweat rolling out my underarm, down onto my breast, tickling it.

  “Mmm,” Thor whispered. I’d forgotten he was in front of me. I felt his finger trace the path that the drip of sweat had traced down my breast, and then he touched the cool drop of sweat to my nipple, and then he had his fingers on my nipples, squeezing and plucking at them.

  And then Odin slapped my ass again. And he kept on, hard, soft. And a pluck, tweak, caress on my breasts. We got into this rhythm, and my mind got all messed up—I felt like we three were fucking, just in this. I had lost all sense of everything.

  And then I felt Thor’s hands in my hair. He turned my head. He’d stopped with the breasts. I opened my eyes, feeling drugged.

  He looked as wild as I felt, skin flushed, pupils dilated. Cock hard. “Good,” he said. “Take her right here or I will.”

  “Please,” I said.

  Thor untied my wrists from the table with frantic energy, and then untied them from each other, though the ties were still on them. Like wrist leashes.

  “You don’t think this is the best part?” Odin said, unbuckling my legs. I turned over and he rose up and pulled me up against him into a kiss. He wore only his
white businessman’s shirt, hanging open—and a condom. I thought I would die as his cock probed and moved along the seam of my cunt. I shoved my hand into his dark, moppy hair as we made out.

  “I want you in me so bad,” I said.

  Either one, really, but it was Odin’s cock at the gate. My heart beat at probably an unhealthily high rate.

  Odin pulled away. “Don’t you have something to finish first?” He turned his head. I followed his gaze. There was Thor, back on the couch.

  “Oh, right.” I was, of course, happy to get back to that. In fact, it almost blew my mind that I’d be allowed to. Odin grabbed the leashes of my wrist into one hand and led me over. It was as wonderfully porn-y and erotic the second time as it was the first. “And you don’t stop this time. Even for an earthquake. Got it?”

  “Got it.”

  I had this impish thought to start and stop anyway and see if they would go through the punishing bit yet again—they were clearly as on the edge as I was.

  But no way.

  “Bend over. Nicely.”

  I bent over Thor on the couch yet again, trying not to smile as I wrapped my fingers around his hard cock. I had never had so much fun.

  “Yes,” he said, putting his hand on the back of my head.

  Naturally I’d made sure to keep my legs somewhat together as I bent over because I wanted Odin to make me spread them again. And Odin did not disappoint. He kicked the inside of my ankle, sending shivers cascading over my skin. “Spread them. Wide,” he commanded roughly. “Now.”

  I complied, spreading my legs for him.

  Slowly I took Thor into my mouth as Odin touched my ass all over and even slapped it once, which made me gasp and nearly choke on Thor’s cock. I supported my weight with one hand and grabbed Thor at the root with the other, rubbing up and down as I sucked.

  Odin’s hand snaked in front of me now, fingering my tender, throbbing bud. My breathing went crazy. I didn’t know how I’d keep from coming if he entered me.

  “Make her come while she’s got me in her teeth and you’re a dead man,” Thor said. “No offense, but you might be a biter.”