The Deeper Game (Taken Hostage by Hunky Bank Robbers Book 3) Read Free

eleven.”
    “Fuck it,” I said as the pleasure began to build dangerously high. “Let’s do this.”
    “What kind of attitude is that?” Odin asked.
    And suddenly his fingers were gone. I opened my eyes when I heard a click.
    He held the open box on his lap, angled so that I couldn’t see what was inside. I had the feeling it might be something I wouldn’t like, though it was hard to do any quality thinking with Thor’s tongue thrusting into my ear as he fingered me mercilessly.
    Odin stroked a hand over my breast. “Eyes closed,” he said.
    I closed my eyes and waited, feeling alert and exposed.
    Thor laid off me, removing his hand from my panties and his tongue from my ear.
    I felt a warm finger touch the underside of my breast, lifting it slightly, and then the bite of something hard closing onto my nipple. Pain sparked through me, arrowing straight down to my clenched pussy as I gasped. Slowly, it transformed into a kind of wild aliveness. And then a wild goodness. And then a wild pleasure.
    I began to breathe harder.
    I felt a finger under my other breast. A slight lift, preparing the nipple to receive the clamp. I braced for the shot of pain…and then…nothing.
    “Eyes remain closed,” Odin whispered, knowing I’d want to watch and be ready for the other clamp to go on. “Fingers stay knit.”
    I swallowed, heart racing. I waited, dreading that shot of pain. The longer I waited, the more sensitive the area seemed to become. I could feel the air currents in the car play on the tip of my nipple. Hell, at this point I could feel butterflies flapping their wings in Tanzania on my nipple; that’s how keyed up I was.
    Waiting.
    Needing.
    Suddenly craving.
    “Please, please,” I begged.
    His voice was husky. Highly turned on. “Are you ready to feel this thing-g , Isis? To receive it gratefully?”
    “Yes,” I whispered.
    Odin waited a beat. Another. And then the bite.
    My eyes flew open as I hissed out a breath of air. Was it possible to come from just this?
    Odin looked stern. “Did I tell you not to open your eyes?”
    Crap . My heart pounded. I looked down at my nipples. Each was adorned with a plastic clamp that had a square bead attached to the end of it. The teeth of the clamps were softer and blunter than I’d imagined from the way they’d felt.
    Thor shook his head. “Ignoring an order. And it’s still morning.”
    Odin brought a hand up to caress my cheek. “Over Thor’s lap. Now.”
    “What?” I protested.
    “Is that a Mississippi?” Odin asked.
    Mississippi was my safe word.
    “Bend over Thor’s lap, ass in the air. Now.”
    I swallowed and got up on my knees, there in the front seat. People were walking up and down the sidewalk, totally oblivious to the mayhem in our vehicle. It was a rush, having them pass so close.
    “Bend over. Now,” Odin said. “No funny business.”
    I shifted and I bent over his lap, face to Thor’s thigh, as Odin had commanded. I reached up with my hands and grabbed onto the driver’s side arm rest, ass in air.
    The nipple clamps were just heavy enough that their downward pull was strangely pleasurable. Even kind of exciting.
    My blood raced. I never knew what Thor and Odin would do.
    Thor pulled down my thong to my knees, exposing my ass to the frigid air. He slid his hands over my ass cheeks, softly and gently, creating friction and heat. “This is for your own good, goddess.” His hand neared my heated core. I held my breath, desperate for him to touch me there. “Because it is nearly eleven.”
    “What do you mean? I thought…”
    “That you’d be allowed to blow off your mission?” Odin said. “Oh, no. No, no, no.”
    I tensed up as Thor’s fingers neared my clit again, grazing over my swollen lips just briefly before sliding away.
    “You’re killing me,” I gasped.
    “That’s not what I call it.” He moved his hand back, sliding his fingers into my hot folds, sending bolts of pleasure through me.
    “Metaphorically,” I