the deeper game (taken hostage

Q: Who would stalk Isis?

A: Somebody with a deathwish.

Isis always knew her bank robbers were ruthless, dangerous, and brilliant. After all, they take their names from gods. They’ve eluded law enforcement agencies across the globe. And with just the crook of a little finger they’re able to bend her to their every kinky desire.

But it isn’t until the threatening letter arrives for her that she realizes just how ruthless, dangerous and brilliant her three men are.

The stalker’s threats unleash the robbers’ most primal and possessive instincts as they blaze a path of destruction through the criminal underground. The culprit lands in a prison hospital before the outlaws can get their hands on him, but at least Isis is safe. Or is she? Can the robbers let go of their obsession with banks long enough to recognize the danger swirling around her?

The Deeper Game

Copyright ©2014 by Annika Martin

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or business establishments, organizations or locales is completely coincidental. All the characters in this book are adults.

The Deeper Game

Thor and Odin and I were nestled like three peas in a pod in the front seat of our souped-up Lincoln Navigator. Make that three peas in a pod up to no good.

While the SUV’s giant size and dark-tinted windows made it the perfect vehicle for engaging in a little ménage sex, that’s unfortunately
what we were doing. Instead, we were staking out the Prime Royale Bank of Beverly Hills, the crown jewel of insanely difficult banks to rob.

I rested my head on Thor’s shoulder, enjoying the feel of his longish blond curls against my forehead. His muscular shoulder flexed under my cheek as he played WhatWord on his iPad. Kind of a dorky game, but then, he had a dork buried deep inside him somewhere; he hadn’t always been part of an armed-to-the-teeth, bank robbing squad whose members all took their names from gods.

Playing the game was a time-out from stake-out duty. Odin had binoculars on the bank’s second-level offices. I was watching the street and monitoring the grand entrance.

Saying the Prime Royale was an elegant bank would definitely be the understatement of the year. With its gleaming white marble entrance and soaring columns, this was a bank that seemed to have taken its architectural inspiration from an opium dream of an ancient pleasure palace. The entrance was flanked by two palm trees that were so perfectly shaped they looked fake, and the peaked roof shot up into the blue, blue sky, glowing in the sunshine as though lit from inside.

In addition to money, the Prime Royale held some of the most priceless jewels in the world. This wouldn’t be the biggest prize financially, but it was a high-profile bank. The bank had doormen dressed up in black suits and top hats, and they were standing at the ready to pull the doors open for the fabulous patrons, which only added to the fairytale feel of the whole thing. Inside, the vaults had vibration sensors and the ceilings were fully wired. There were motion detectors in hidden areas. Kick alarm buttons, state-of-the-art laser trips, and more.

Needless to say, my hunky bank robbers were obsessed with hitting the place.

Zeus was the only one who’d wanted to do it at first, but then Odin had gotten on board, and when they’d found two rips in the security fabric of the bank, suddenly it was full steam ahead.

This wouldn’t be an old school takeover robbery, my guys’ usual specialty; it would be an out-and-out infiltration, another of my guys’ specialties.

Odin took a break from his binoculars to give me a look that said he was thinking about another kind of infiltration. His hand went to my thigh and my belly tightened. We didn’t usually fool around on stakeout, but then, my guys had never met a rule they didn’t want to break.

“You have a count on the west office?” Thor asked.

“Still three,” Odin said, raising the binoculars back up and getting back to business.

The first security fabric rip was that the Prime Royale was getting a central air upgrade. This meant a portion of the ceiling security was off at any one time due to the upgrade work. The HVAC crew doing the work had recently taken on a hot member with nut-brown hair and a body like a tank.


Just getting him on the crew as a last minute replacement for the real guy had taken more planning than the storming of Normandy, but it had worked. Naturally, Zeus knew everything about engineering from his time working for a very secret branch of U.S. intelligence. He was probably giving the Prime excellent value for their maintenance dollar, if you didn’t count the fact that we’d be ripping them off.

The second rip was that my guys’ criminal friend Matteo had acquired something called the tertiary codes, which he’d gotten off a drug-addicted guard. Between Zeus inside, the ceiling sensor compromise, and Matteo’s code, the opportunity was just too big for them to pass up.

For twelve days we’d been outside the bank. Different vehicles, different stake-out points, but yes, twelve long, boring days. We all had accounts, and each of us went inside, making frequent deposits.

You got to know a lot about a place in twelve days.

I’d already identified the softest time security-wise—it was fifteen minutes every day, starting at eleven. That was when the manager went out for bagels. At that point, the guards relaxed. One of them liked to flirt with one of the desk clerks. So far, it had happened each and every day.

I grabbed the iPad from Thor. “My turn for an awareness break.”

Instead of taking my turn at my favorite online game, Dazzle Dipper, I had something to show them. A hotel on the Tunisian island of Jerba.

We had made some great scores in the past few months, and I’d insisted on socking away the money in an offshore account. We could retire as is, but if we got half the money for this job they thought we’d get, we could retire in disgusting luxury. And Tunisia doesn’t have an extradition treaty, always a plus.

I got to the page and showed it to Odin first.

He gazed at it, all amber eyes under lush, dark lashes, moppy dark hair, and all of that crazy hotness. The scar over his deeply bronzed right cheekbone moved as he twisted his lips in disapproval. I was there when he’d gotten that scar—and when he’d refused to let Thor stitch it up. Poor Odin. He’s always looked far more like a model than a hardened criminal, much to his own disgust. He’d obviously thought that a big, nasty scar would change all that, but no. The scar only made him hotter.

“Yes, I know Jerba,” Odin said. “
paradisiacal spot.” He always pronounced certain g’s hard. Which made him delightfully easy to mimic.

“Yes, exactly,” I said.

I handed it to Thor. He nodded. “Nice.” He started scrolling through the images of the rooms.

“You see they have hot tubs? A hot tub on the balcony overlooking the sea,” I said.

“Nice,” Thor said. “But we’re not the vacationing type.”

“It’s not for a vacation. It’s where we should live,” I said.

They both looked at me as if I’d sprung springy boing-eyes from Charlie Chaplin glasses.

“We can’t live there,” Odin said.

“Why the hell not?” I asked.

Thor snorted. “Because.”

“Oh, thanks for clearing that up,” I said.

“We’re visiting vengeance on those who
betrayed us,” Odin said.

“Haven’t you heard?” I asked. “The best revenge is living well.”

Odin rolled his eyes. “The best revenge is for their skin to melt slowly and painfully in the
fire of our wrath.”

I didn’t have much of a reply to that, so I continued on. “There’s a free clinic Thor could volunteer at. You could do your art, Odin. Zeus can amuse himself. I’m sure I could find a way to amuse myself. With you guys.”

Thor raised an eyebrow. “Correction.
amuse ourselves with

I gave him a look.

He touched my cheek. “Do you need a demonstration? Of us amusing ourselves with you? Sating ourselves on your body?”

Desire shot down clear through my core. “Be serious.” I took the iPad from Thor and shoved it at Odin, who was again peering through the binoculars. “Look at it. Imagine yourself there.”

“I know what Jerba looks like.” Tunisia wasn’t where he was from originally, but surely he was homesick for the Middle East. The call to prayer. The specific kind of heat. The music. The desert. He would speak a different version of Arabic than what they spoke there, but still. It wasn’t the Western world.

“Imagine yourself sitting on that balcony,” I said. “We could retire here.”

“We don’t retire,” Odin said.

“Why?” I asked. “Why can’t we retire? We have so much money. We have just

“We haven’t delivered enough pain,” Odin said.

“When will we have delivered enough pain?” I asked.

Odin lowered his voice to a snarl. “When ZOX screams like a little girl.”

A.k.a. never.

My heart sank.

Their vengeance was righteous, and it was driven by a burning fire, ever since the secret agency they’d devoted their lives to had betrayed them. Taking down banks, the most public of crimes, was the best
fuck you
two secret agents and a doctor could devise. Their extreme attitude and their driven-ness was why I loved them, even though we’d never said the words to each other. But as the weeks had turned into months, I’d become uncomfortable with running on pure vengeance. It had seemed beautiful once, but it wasn’t beautiful anymore.

I wanted better for them. Because I loved them.

Loving them was scary because my bank robbers were beautiful and doomed. I usually enjoyed scary things, but the constant threat of losing them was not the type of scary thing I liked.

“Teller two on her way to a smoke break,” Thor said.

I checked my wig in the mirror. This was my lucky bank robbing wig: long blonde hair with awesome beachy curls—ideal for fitting in with the Beverly Hills clientele. In real life, I’d cut my hair short and dyed it platinum blonde. Before that, on the sheep farm, it was long and red.

Satisfied with my wig, I straightened my necklace. One of the good things about casing this place were the extremely fabulous outfits required to look the part. Today I wore a pink silky shirt dress with gold heels. “One thing’s for sure; living in a vacation paradise would be a hell of a lot more exciting than sitting in this stupid truck doing the most boring thing on the planet.”

“This is boring to you, Isis?” Odin lowered his binoculars. He had a certain gleam in his eye that spelled trouble. “Do we need to make it un-boring? In a perhaps excruciatingly pleasurable manner?”

“Are you going to tell me you wouldn’t rather be lounging in the sun on a tropical island?” I countered.

I had timed my impudence perfectly—I had to be inside the bank in a few minutes. They wouldn’t be able to start anything sexy.

Thor looked sadly over at me. He and Odin were dressed in silky shirts and nice slacks, also disguised as patrons of the Prime. They were going in later. “This is boring you, Isis? Oh, no,” he said. Thor always acted a little sad when I’d made an infraction for which I’d have to be erotically punished, though I happened to know he was feeling quite the opposite.

I swallowed, feeling a thrill directly between my legs. “You can’t start something. It’s almost eleven. I have to make my deposit and check things out.” My job was to go in there every day at eleven and make sure things were still soft and observe the different ways in which they were soft.

I knew a lot about banks, having worked at one. These two men—Thor and Odin—along with their leader, Zeus, had taken me away from that life three months back.

As their hostage.

Being held hostage by three hunky bank robbers had turned out to be wonderful in many, many ways.

“We can’t start something?” Thor lowered his voice into a sexy rumble. “How is it that we can’t start something? Let me ask you—”

“Stop,” I laughed, knowing what he’d ask.

He rested a commanding hand on the side of my neck. “Let me ask you who in this vehicle must let us use her body for our pleasure whenever we see fit? Who was that?”

“B-but…” I looked at the bank clock. It was nearly time.

“Who in this vehicle is ours to command?” he continued. “Whatever and wherever we want you?” He placed a hand on my thigh and started moving it up just to demonstrate. “Who?”


He moved his hand higher. “We will take you wherever and however we please.”

I could feel the wetness increase between my legs. “We can’t do anything until
I make the deposit. You have to pay attention to this retirement idea.”

I felt Odin reach around to grab my hair. “Oh, goddess,” he whispered. “We’re not the ones who started something. By complaining.”

“Unbutton your top,” Thor whispered. “Slowly, the way we like.”

“Excuse me?” But I’d heard, of course.

Odin let me go and pulled a box from the glove compartment.

“Is Odin going to have to put you over his knee?” Thor asked.

My eyes widened at the box. It looked too small for a paddle.

Thor continued with the questions. “Do I have to unbutton your dress for you? Or will you do it like a good hostage?”

“My deposit,” I breathed nonsensically, pulse pounding.

Thor turned and put a finger under my chin. “Now,” he whispered. “Or things might get intense.”

With trembling hands I undid the gold buttons on my pink frock.

“You are so slow, goddess.” Odin finished the job, gently undoing the buttons all the way down to my belly button. He pushed aside the fabric to reveal my lacy bra, and ran his warm, heavy hands over my breasts.

I hissed out a breath I didn’t know I’d been holding as Thor nibbled my earlobe. “Knit your fingers,” he whispered, “and lock them behind your neck. We’re almost out of time.”

“You guys,” I breathed.

Thor grabbed my wrists and put them behind my head, holding them there and staring hard and steady into my eyes—holding me, pinning me with his gaze—and suddenly I was at the point of no return in terms of control; it’s like flying off a ski jump, where you abandon yourself to the whims of physics. Or the whims of men who are dangerous, doomed, and beautiful.

The sense of calm and bliss flowed over me as I obediently knit my fingers.

My breasts became much more prominent when I had my hands behind my neck like that. They rose and fell with my breath.

“Hello,” Odin said, stroking my belly, running his hands back up to my bra. He pulled the lace down off my nipples, which lit up with electricity as he grazed them with the rough pads of his fingers. He tucked the lace under my breasts, plumping them up in the cruelly cool air that flowed out of the air conditioner. My nipples pebbled, and my breasts stood at attention, begging to be touched.

He leaned over and put his lips to one and sucked, sending throbs of pleasure clear to my clit.

“Oh,” I sighed, sliding down in the seat, getting into the moment. Vaguely it came to me that Zeus would be angry if I missed making the deposit at eleven. Nothing to be done.

Thor untied the belt of my shirt dress. “You’re not done undressing yourself,” Thor said, unbuttoning the rest of the buttons, all the way down to the hem. He pulled apart two sides of the silky fabric to reveal panties that went with the bra.

“These windows aren’t
tinted,” I said breathlessly, monitoring the face of a passerby.

“You love an audience,” Odin said, taking a nipple between his fingers and rolling it, squeezing, then relaxing, then squeezing again.

I exhaled sharply. It was a little bit scary how Odin always knew the things I wanted before I did. Like Zeus, Odin had been in the intelligence agency that was now trying to kill us. But he had been a techie and psychological ops guy. When he wasn’t figuring out how to outwit our enemies, he was concentrating on driving me crazy, sexually. His latest discovery was that soft to hard to soft drove me crazy. So that’s how he was touching me now.

I pushed up my pelvis as Thor slid his hand under the elastic of my panties. When he cupped my mound, I exhaled sharply. Then he pushed a finger into the crease between my slick lips.

“Yes,” I hissed, undulating under his firm touch.

“Whenever and wherever,” Thor whispered, breath hot in my ear, and then he plunged in his tongue, fucking my ear with warm wetness as he invaded my clit with his finger.

“Yes,” I said. “Anytime. Whatever you want.” The truth is, I would’ve said anything at that point. I would’ve given them anything. I was right on the verge, and they both knew it.

Again Odin pinched my nipple.

“I’m going to come,” I whispered.

“Don’t you dare.” Odin softened his movements. “And it’s almost 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.



Suddenly craving.

“Please, please,” I begged.

His voice was husky. Highly turned on. “Are you ready to feel this
, 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?”

. 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 whispered, letting my forehead drop more deeply into his lap and press against his steely hard cock through his pants, even though that wasn’t the game we were playing. I wasn’t supposed to be touching them in this game.

“Goddess,” he warned, drawing his expert fingers in and out through my juices, slowly, with just enough pressure to drive me crazy. He continued, just because he could. Then he found my entrance with the tip of his finger and he invaded my hole.

It was like heaven. He drew it out and pressed in with two fingers.

I pressed back, needing more. Just more. “Yes,” I gasped.

“Ten-fifty-eight,” Odin said.

I didn’t know why they were still thinking I’d go into the bank at this point. The only place I was going right now was a yummy version of down.

“You are so wet for us,” Thor whispered.

“Yes. Let’s do this,” I begged, imagining Thor’s fat cock plunging into me. Or I could suck Thor’s cock while Odin fucked me, a favorite activity of ours. My ass was feeling needy, stuck up in the cold air.

“Spread your knees,” Odin said.


“As much as you can.”

I complied. I felt Thor withdraw his fingers, slicking my juices over my asshole. He pressed a finger at my puckered opening.

“Uh,” I said, feeling the excitement flow through me.

He pushed his fingers a little ways in and then something startling happened: my nipple clamps began to vibrate.

“Oh, my God!” I exclaimed.

I tried to get up, but Thor had fisted my hair, keeping my face firmly pressed into the warm and delicious topography of his lap with his hard cock posing as Mount Everest. My ass waited helplessly for whatever they would decide to do. My body was to be used for their utter pleasure. “Was that a Mississippi?”

“No,” I gasped as the nipple clamps vibrated on, sending pulsing, throbbing excitement all through me. “Remote control,” I gasped.

Thor pashed his finger deeper into my asshole and the vibrations got stronger.

I panted, feeling melty inside. His finger felt too thick, too huge, but in a decidedly good way. “Enough,” I gasped.

“Sorry, goddess,” Thor said, pushing deeper. The pleasure was excruciating. I was about to break apart in a million little pieces.

“That is only one part of your punishment,” Odin said.

What was he talking about? The clips stilled, finally, and Thor pulled out his finger.

My belly felt light. Suspended. Full of butterflies.

Odin narrowed his eyes. “Is that a command?”

I didn’t know what anything was at that point, but I knew enough to say no, to simply wait helplessly for whatever would come next.

I didn’t have to wait long. I felt a cool drip of something land on the entrance of my asshole. Then another drip, then another. My sex pulsed with every drip and then I felt fingers—Odin’s—slicking a rough circle at the tightened entrance of my asshole. The fingers left, replaced with something that felt larger and thicker than Thor’s finger.

“What is that?” I whispered. “It’s too big.”

Thor stroked my hair. “Just relax.” He reached around the front of me and stroked between my legs as Odin pressed the impossibly large, bulb-feeling thing into my asshole.

“It feels so huge,” I gasped.

“Relax, goddess, it’ll be fun,” Odin whispered in his husky way. “Take it in.”

Little by little Odin pressed it in, creating a feeling that was at once evil and wonderful.

“Breathe.” Thor kept up his stroking, pushing me closer and closer to the edge. Everything in me was turning warm and wanting as Odin pushed the smooth, firm object in deeper and deeper.

I began to enjoy the strange discomfort of being filled up so slowly and hugely. I’d had a cock in there before, but never something smooth and round.

In he pushed. I could feel the thing stretching my asshole, hitting the nerve bundles inside. The strange, delicious feeling of it went into my chest, even into my head, and it seemed to connect with the hard pinch on my nipples. I felt like one of those maps of the night sky with lines connecting stars to make pictures. The little blowjob. Big ménage. Steely cock major. The concubine. Ass-bulb and nipple-clip starburst.

Suddenly the thing was all the way in, and the muscles of my asshole contracted around it, as if of their own volition.

And not only was this large, smooth object in my asshole, but it had a part attached that pressed over my clit, too. Like a bulb in my asshole attached to a thumb that pressed onto the most sensitive part of my anatomy.

“There we go.” Thor slapped my ass. Then he pulled my thong up over it.

“What are you doing?”

He tugged me up by my hair. “Sit down,” he commanded.

“W-what?” I couldn’t imagine sitting. The way it would press into me.

“Is this something you can’t handle?” Odin asked.

I kind of didn’t understand the question. It was a lot of intensity zinging around inside of me.

I twisted and pretended to sit, putting almost no pressure on my ass, and even then, the bulb felt huge in my ass and the lip thing pressed mercilessly onto my clit.

“Sit real,” Thor growled.

A wave of sensation rolled through my belly.

It was like a thing you would say to a dog, and degrading in a kind of a hot way. I let my full weight settle onto the seat, feeling filled up and fucked and controlled, and it wasn’t even lunchtime.

“You need to get ready to do your deposit,” Odin said.

I looked at him like he was crazy. “I can’t go in there like this!”

“Of course you can,” Odin pulled the cups of my bra clear over the nipple clamps, which kicked the pinchy sensation up a notch, and then, calmly and efficiently, he redid the buttons on my dress.

“Are you kidding?” I exclaimed. “I won’t be able to concentrate.”

“Do you know how they train horses before a race?” Odin asked. He waited, seeming to expect an answer.

I regarded him dimly, not quite understanding why he was asking this. Was I being quizzed on obscure sports trivia now?

“They sometimes train them by running them through knee-deep ocean water. So that when they run on land, where the resistance is gone, they fly. This is your ocean water. We need to know you can focus during all types of situations as part of our gang.” Odin’s fingers worked quickly. “We need your focus sharp.”

I straightened my collar and looked down. Even with the bra over them, you could see the angular outlines of the nipple contraptions through the pink silk.

“Don’t worry,” Thor said. “It only looks a little obscene. You’ll fit right in.”

“They’re motorized,” I said.

Odin gave me a sly look.

“You can’t switch them on when I’m in there. And what if the butt thing falls out?”

“It won’t. Trust me.” Odin gripped my chin and turned my head to him. “And if you come before you get back here, you will not enjoy your punishment.”

I wondered what kind of
not enjoying
he meant. Hanging out with dirty-minded bank robbers, you quickly learn that there are a lot of different kinds of
not enjoying
, and a lot of times,
not enjoying
involved a great deal of enjoyment indeed.

Still, I didn’t want to fail this mission. I wanted them to understand that they could trust me to hold up my end during any operation.

Odin handed me my clutch, which went with my silky shirt dress. Thor got out and held the door open.

My blood raced. I was really going in there like this.

Okay, then.

I stepped onto the sidewalk in my high heels and paused, keenly aware of my nipples and, even more so, of the sensitized bud between my legs. Every time I moved, the area was caressed by the thumb end of the
ass bulb lodged in my asshole
. It was like an invading presence inside me, turning me on against my will.

“I feel...” I took a step away from the SUV and the thumb rubbed my sex.

“How? How do you feel?” Odin asked.

“Like I’m going to die of horniness,” I gasped. “Like I’m going to come at any second.”

“You fail before you even start?” Odin said.

“No! No way. But you’re not really going to put those nipple things on when I go in there?” I asked. “People might see them vibrating. It’s not a good way to fit in with the clientele,” I added.

Odin grinned. “I will not vibrate the nipple clamps while you are inside.”

Well, that was something. I put on my movie star sunglasses.

Odin already had his camera out to record the manager leaving. It was time.

I walked around the front of the shiny black vehicle, stunned at how wickedly the thing between my legs rubbed and caressed my sensitive folds.

I swallowed.
I commanded myself.
It’s just feeling. You can do it.

I had to do it.


I forced my mind onto the details of the bank as I mounted the hard, gleaming front steps. The smiling doormen opened the doors for me. Did their smiles seem too smiley?

No. No way could they know, I told myself. I walked in and clicked into professional mode, letting my awareness spread across the floor. I counted the employees and noted their positions. Odin had snuck a few tiny cameras in there and mounted them on architectural detailing, but nothing was quite as effective as being there, where you could feel the place, become part of its ecosystem. And being that I’d worked at a bank, I picked up things other people didn’t.

We’d all been happy when we’d figured out that the manager of the Prime Royale, a fit and well-tanned blond man of maybe forty-five, was an asshole. Asshole managers created a pressurized situation while they were present, which meant a release of pressure when they left. We’d be robbing the bank after hours, but later in the week, a day or two before the robbery, Zeus would have to go into the lobby and get at the environmental control panel. We were planning to handle that part of the operation during this lax late-morning time, helped along by a bit of a diversion.

The manager leaned on the customer side of the teller window—giving some last instructions before his break, I guessed. I got into the line at the very next window and listened. Something about bundling ones. He liked to make sure the tellers didn’t slack off while he was gone. Which of course meant the opposite. Such is the way of asshole bosses and their employees.

One of the men at a desk discreetly pulled his smartphone out of his pocket and presumably into his lap. He’d start texting as soon as the big guy was out.

Still, even with all of our expertise, the Prime Royale would be hard to rob. We had a new partner on board because of it—Matteo. Matteo was a tough, tattooed sonofabitch who once ran with a girl gang known as the Giraffes, though most people called them the Gigis.

Matteo had been robot dancing at a club frequented by the criminal underworld of LA when I first saw him. And let me assure you, robot dancing in no way lessened his toughness. In fact, I can safely say that robot dancing with a machine gun slung over your back tends to add to your toughness factor. It says to the world that you can do whatever the fuck weirdass thing you want, and you just don’t care.

Normally, my guys would’ve never pulled Matteo into a job, but he had those codes to the tertiary alarm system. The Prime Royale was full of jewels, and Matteo planned to use his cut of the jewels to bribe his way back into the Gigis.

I was second in line now. I stood to the side, where I wouldn’t show up on the front-and-center bank camera, feeling proud of how much I was observing and how normal I was acting in spite of being on the verge of an orgasm.

I watched the way all the employees watched the blond manager. He was pretty good looking, but you could tell he thought he was extremely good looking.

I glanced away as he passed. I didn’t need to catch this guy’s eye.

And that’s when the unit stuck up my ass and between my legs began to vibrate. Softly, gently. It wasn’t just a fancy dildo. It was some sort of clit-and-butt vibrator. A clit-and-butt-erator.

I sucked in a silent breath.

Because, oh,
, it felt so good. I bit my lip and focused through the pleasure. I’d show my guys how well I could concentrate.

So I stood there, working to regain mental control over the intensity of the feeling, which was not easy; the pulsing clit-and-butt-erator pressure coupled with the relentless squeeze of the nipple clamps was quite delicious. I thought about what Zeus often told me—
Keep a wide, calm focus.
He’d typically say it when we were casing a place or doing something risky, but I felt it could apply to this situation.
Don’t work at it, let the environment come to you.

I took a breath and relaxed, letting my focus go wide, just giving in to the sensation and the surroundings, and I suddenly got what he meant; I felt observant at a new level. Crystal-sharp, even.

Like I could do anything.

It was my turn. I took on a confident, casual attitude. Just as I approached the window, the vibrations stopped. They were watching the feed, of course, and I felt a bit annoyed—I could’ve done the deed buzzing. I greeted the teller and began my transaction. Standing at the teller window gave me a good view of the back of the house. This was a tight operation, and even though my guys were talented robbers who’d been trained to work undercover in enemy territory and fight covert wars, too, I worried about this job. This was the mythical
Big One.

But we could retire on it.

My guys rarely thought about the future, but I wondered if I was changing that. At least they’d stopped blowing one hundred percent of their money on fancy hotels and champagne and other wasteful lavishness. It was more like sixty percent now.

The teller, a pretty Asian woman with bangs, counted out a small pile of twenties. I took them, thanking her, and nestled them carefully into my wallet.

Five minutes later, the smiling, top-hatted doormen simultaneously opened the golden doors of the Prime Royale for me and I strolled out, stepping down the marble stairs between the suspiciously perfect palms, feeling pretty damn pleased with myself.

As soon as I hit the sidewalk, the vibrations started—the nipple clamps and the unit between my legs—both at once. It was a crazy-intense hit of pleasure. I wanted so badly to come, and briefly I considered stopping at the bus stop bench and just letting it happen. I was out of the bank now; the test was over. But I strolled on down to our stakeout SUV. Because I was in control!

When I got to the sidewalk side, I could see tough-ass Matteo in the front seat with Odin, talking animatedly.


I’d die if he knew I had little vibrating implements all over me. The back door cracked open. Thor. He slid over and I got in with the stuff still vibrating.

“Hi Matteo,” I said in a surprisingly relaxed tone.

“Hey, Ice.” He twisted around in the seat. “How’s it look in there?”

“Same as yesterday,” I said, proud to manage a semi-normal voice. “Relaxed. The plainclothes who guards the side is struggling with bad allergies right now, too, and he’s very unaware. I hope they don’t improve for a while. Not to be a bitch.”

Thor snorted.

“I’m liking that,” Matteo said. “Liking it.” He had dark hair and a wide face and lots of tattoos on his arms, and he was very much a guy’s guy.

His eyes fell to my breasts. I couldn’t blame him—it looked like I was wearing some very serious nipple jewelry. I quickly began to dig inside my bag in a way that obscured them, hoping he hadn’t noticed the vibrations because let’s face it, that would look really unprofessional.

Odin asked him about some small aspect of timing, and Matteo turned back.

I smiled. Did my dusky bank robber not like Matteo looking at my breasts? Yeah, maybe he should have thought about that before he put vibrating clamp contraptions on them.

The vibrations ceased, and I relaxed just a bit.

I was hoping Matteo would leave after he answered the question—he was stationed in the park today, but he rambled on. He had extensive opinions about pretty much everything; the man was just as brilliant as my guys, but very opinionated.

The plan was that Zeus would stay behind in the ducts after the bank closed on the day of the robbery and let the three guys in. I had the big outside support role. It was a large and complicated operation.

“We’re gonna get hungry in there,” Matteo said. “Two words: beef jerky.”

“That shit’s full of nitrates,” Thor said.

“Don’t worry, doc. Not the place I get it from,” Matteo said. “All natural.”

I smiled. Opinionated Matteo knew where to get the best of everything. I could see the Gigis getting pissed at him and kicking him out. But he had a good heart, too.

Odin caught my eye as he and Matteo went over the list of tools Zeus was bringing in to conceal in the workspace—one or two a day.

I stiffened, hoping he didn’t get it in his head to start up the vibrations. I finally felt normal, or at least I was out of the I-have-to-come-right-now-or-I’ll-die zone.

Odin smiled.

I narrowed my eyes and shook my head.

They continued their discussion.

“What is it, goddess?” Thor asked. I didn’t have to look at him to see he was grinning.

“Nothing,” I said, leaning back.

Surely they didn’t want Matteo to know. Matteo would want things professional.

While Zeus mainly liked the idea of robbing the Prime Royale because it was the biggest
fuck you
possible, just one rung below hitting Fort Knox, Matteo wanted a specific set of diamond jewelry, known as the Liz Taylor diamonds, to give to the Gigis. Odin had originally wanted the Liz Taylor diamonds, too—he’d wanted to wear them to taunt the Gigis because they’d pissed him off on a certain occasion. Finally it had been agreed that Odin would wear the Princess Harrod sapphires to taunt the Gigis, who would then know we’d hit the Prime Royale, at which point Matteo would be free to give them the Liz Taylor diamonds, which Odin would not be permitted to wear as a taunt.


Thor just wanted the money. He’d been crossing the border into Mexico recently to volunteer at a free clinic just south of Tijuana, and they needed equipment badly there. He wasn’t able to work as a doctor in the States, but he wasn’t being bothered so far in Mexico. It was risky as hell, him crossing the border.

Everything in our lives was risky as hell.

I looked out the window at the beautifully dressed people leading their normal lives, climbing in and out of sleek cars.

Maybe I looked bored because it was then that I felt the clamps on my nipples begin to vibrate softly.

It was a surprise at first—so unexpected, so out of my control.

I looked down, sure you would be able to see them going, but they looked the same as before…like I was wearing chunky nipple jewelry.

Only now, that nipple jewelry was sending waves of pleasure clear into the pit of my belly.

I stiffened and glanced at Odin in the front seat. He was messing around on his phone, continuing to go over logistics with Matteo. Of course he’d have made an app for his little contraption.

“What?” Thor asked quietly.

It was then that the pulsing on my clit started.

I turned to him, shifting my legs, closing them together. That only intensified the good feeling.

Thor had only to take one look at my face to get it. “Did I ever tell you how hot you look in that outfit?”

“Thank you,” I rasped.

Desire built in my belly. Dimly I tried to remember why I shouldn’t have an orgasm with Matteo in the car.

Thor looked at me warningly and clamped a hand down on my knee. He shook his head, pulled at my leg.

Reluctantly I parted my legs, which lessened the intensity, but only slightly.

“This is going to go like clockwork,” Matteo said from up front.

“Good things come to those who wait,” Thor said.

right about that,” Odin agreed, with a sly glance at me. He’d grown up in Morocco, except for some years in Egypt and an Algerian prison, but we didn’t know much more than that. He was very private about his history. “The best things come to those who wait.”