Make Me: Twelve Tales of Dark Desire

by Aleatha Romig

  “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. “What 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 unti
ed 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.”

  I grunted, a kind of nunh-unh.

  “Shhh,” Thor said. “More.”

  I could see he was on the edge and I concentrated rather fiercely on him, sucking and rubbing, trying desperately to ignore Odin’s confident fingers sliding around on my sex. I could understand Thor’s nervousness, since we’d only just met today.

  The base of Thor’s dick thickened even more, and he clamped his hand onto the back of my head, forcing me to still, and he let out a cry as he pumped his cum into my throat, which I swallowed. Naturally, Isis was into it.

  Everything seemed to cease, even Odin slowed, perhaps in honor of Thor’s orgasm. Thor slowed and stopped, panting.

  Thor’s hand rested limp in my hair. I pulled slowly off him.

  “Oh, Isis,” Thor said, stroking my hair. Then he grabbed it in a bunch and brought my head to his and kissed me. “Oh, that was good,” he whispered.

  I rested my arms around the couch back, around his neck, and kissed him as Odin pressed his cock at my seam, sliding it back and forth across my wetness. It felt so good. And then he guided himself into place, and with one hand planted firmly on my hip, he entered me.

  Slowly.

  Excruciatingly slowly.

  I dropped my head to Thor’s shoulder. I couldn’t multi-task anymore, I just needed this. Thor tweaked my nipples as Odin invaded me, right to the hilt.

  I gasped, overwhelmed with a glorious sense of fullness.

  Slowly, Odin pulled out, then he pushed in again.

  “Do it,” I said. “Do everything.”

  “Good girl,” Odin said, reaching around to the front of my pussy to rub my clit as he thrust into me.

  I hissed out a breath. Now I had all these hands on me while being fucked. Deliriously, I backed up to him, needing more and more and more. Totally on the edge.

  “Yeah,” Thor whispered. “Take him. Give it all up.”

  Odin’s fingers sped wickedly, and then Thor took hold of my nipples and twisted them, sending shock waves through my core. “Give it up, come for us,” he whispered.

  It was mercy that he said that—I was coming already, wave upon wave of the most pleasurable, blinding orgasm I’d ever experienced. I cried out, my senses hurtling through dark space. Odin held my hips more firmly, his cock pushed into me, relentlessly, breaking me apart, and I realized he, too, was coming. He clenched my hips and thrust one last time, locking deep inside me, cock pulsing.

  I cried out, unable to process, as wave after wave of orgasm swelled through me.

  “Yes,” Thor said, caressing my hair, kissing the top of my head, practically making out with it.

  Some moments passed. I barely knew where I was.

  “Jesus,” Odin whispered, as we sort of came down together. “Jesus.” He pulled out.

  I turned and collapsed next to Thor. Odin went over to discard his condom in a wastebasket and then collapsed on the other side of me.

  “Wow,” I said.

  Odin kissed my ear. He grabbed both my hands and kissed my fingers. I smiled and then I laid sideways over Thor’s lap, still holding Odin’s hands.

  “I can’t believe how amazing that was,” I said.

  The three of us sat like that for a while, basking.

  Thor reached over, picked up the phone, and called room service.

  Guys.

  Then I realized I was hungry, too. “Oh my God, I’m starving!” I exclaimed. I’d eaten nothing for hours.

  Thor handed over two menus.

  I flipped my legs up across Odin’s lap so I was lying across them, and I read my menu from that position. The prices were exorbitant.

  Odin put in his order; he wanted two steaks. Thor added on two lobsters and a large pepperoni pizza, chocolate covered cherries, an entire flourless chocolate cake, and two bottles of champagne.

  I paused over the menu’s description of the mushroom burger, my sister Candy’s favorite food in the world, feeling a flash of guilt for how much fun I was having. All my life on the sheep farm I’d had this sense that all the excitement was happening elsewhere. Now I’d found that place, but at the expense of my sisters, who were certainly thinking the worst. I told myself I’d be home soon. Surely I could get a message to them.

  “Hurry up,” Thor said.

  I decided on Fettuccini Alfredo and a mini pizza. “I can’t believe none of us have eaten since those gas station chips.” I handed my menu back to Thor.

  “It’s the job energy,” Odin said. “Doing a job produces all this fucking-g energy. You can’t eat, you just want to fuck, but after you fuck, then you must devour everything.”

  Thor stroked my hair. “Though we like to repeat the fucking and eating cycle a lot between robberies.”

  “What would you have done if I wasn’t here?” I asked.

  Odin gave me a warning look that sent shivers through me. “You know what they say about curiosity and the cat.”

  This only made me twice as curious. Did they pick up women? Hire prostitutes? Have sex with each other?

  “We’re glad you’re here,” Thor said.

  “I am, too,” I said. “I am greatly into your bandit cycle.”

  Thor looked down at me. “I am greatly into you.”

  I smiled up at him. “I am greatly into you.” I gazed over at Odin. “And you.” It was weird being three.

  Odin twisted his lips in a mocking smile, ejected my legs from his lap and stood, but not before I caught the warmth in his brown eyes. He strolled over to the hot tub, shedding his white businessman’s shirt, and stood at the edge, fully naked, his smoot
h brown skin lighter over his perfectly toned ass.

  Again I wondered about Zeus. How did he fit in? They hadn’t seemed to expect him to join. Is this how it would be for the week? A cool détente from Zeus? I’d felt such a fierce connection with him at the bank, but now that I was in, he seemed to barely tolerate me.

  “Come on,” Thor said, getting up from the couch.

  I wandered over to the liquor cart and grabbed a handful of pretzels as the two guys sank into the tub. It was here I noticed the flowers had been reduced to just stems, with a few ragged petals hanging off.

  “What the hell happened to the flowers?” I asked.

  “Zeus,” Thor said.

  “Oh,” I said, sensing that a follow-up question might not be the thing.

  We took a dip in the hot tub while we waited for our food. It was large for an in-room pool—the size of two king beds—and surrounded by marble. I rested my head on the side of the pool, letting the jets hit my back and allowing my body to float, letting all the tension drain away. I learned this was one of my bandit boys’ favorite hotels. From their conversation, I got the feeling they were fancy hotel connoisseurs.

  “Isn’t it expensive?” I asked. “To stay in this suite? I mean, sure, bank robbers make a lot of money, but wouldn’t it be prudent to save some for the future?”

  “The bank robber lifestyle is high stakes, high reward,” Thor said. “You can’t go skimping on the reward part of the equation.”

  “It’s the opposite of a farm,” Odin added. “We’re into maximizing today, not tomorrow.”

  This struck me as poignant. Like they didn’t see a big future for themselves. How had they come to this? And did they plan to go out in a blaze? I’d probably never know.

  Well, it was definitely the opposite of a farm. On a farm, you were thinking about tomorrow. Again my thoughts went to my sisters.

  A better person would go back immediately. I tried to conjure up some sense of missing that life but I couldn’t. I reminded myself that I’d just seen them that morning. And that if I stayed, I’d get money to save the life they loved. It was kind of impressive how many excuses I could manufacture to make it okay to stay. Bottom line: going back went against everything in me. I felt like I’d been closed up in a closet, suffocating, and now I was free, and I just needed to stay out a little while longer, gasping my fill of the cool, fresh air.