Make Me: Twelve Tales of Dark Desire

by Aleatha Romig

  “Right here and your first left.” His instructions took me across a pretty crowded few lanes and then left. “Left again. You drive a Camaro before?”

  “No.”

  He looked at me suspiciously.

  “I’m from a farm, dude,” I said. “You start young on a farm, and you handle a lot of different vehicles in a lot of different circumstances. With sheep running all around.”

  He pointed left. Taking me back across two lanes. So. Circles.

  “You think I might be able to stay,” I said. “You think there’s a chance. Or you wouldn’t want to see me drive. Right?”

  “Nothing’s changed, but we need you to sit with the car tomorrow.”

  “I’d be a great driver. And I know how banks work, don’t I? I am a total asset. Not to mention a fellow god.” I smiled calmly at him but really, driving a stolen car freaked me out. I wished we were back at the hotel having sex.

  “You wouldn’t actually drive, like a getaway driver. You would just keep the car running for us. Running and available to blast out. And call us if there’s any heat, and move it if it got blocked. For the getaway part, you’d move over as soon as we came out and Zeus would drive.”

  He reached over and tugged at the string holding my dress bodice, loosening the tie.

  I laughed. “What are you doing?”

  “Keep driving.” His fingertips brushed my nipples, which were instantly hard.

  “I’m trying to drive in traffic!” I slapped away his hands, stunned at his recklessness.

  “You’d better concentrate, then.” He unlaced my bodice some more, so that my boobs were almost hanging out. It was kind of a rush because I was driving a stolen car and trying to drive well; in this way, I was as immobilized as if I were tied up.

  “You are so crazy.” At a stoplight I tightened my dress top back up and made a double bow. “God!” Then the light turned green.

  “Left lane,” he said.

  I put on the blinker and changed lanes. Suddenly his fingers were on my bodice, loosening the ties again. “You are to leave them like this. This is part of the test.”

  I laughed. “Are you crazy?”

  “A little,” he said. My pulse raced as he pushed his hand into my dress front and fingered my nipple. I gasped when he squeezed it—my nipple was, by now, a rock-hard bundle of screaming nerves, and the excitement shot clear through me. When he finally took back his exquisitely teasing fingers, the edges of my bodice continued to rub my nipples, driving me a little crazy.

  He directed me around town. Was he looking for something? The catfish place? We hit a four lane road. A thoroughfare with lots of lights and traffic. I felt I was doing pretty well, considering the distractions.

  Then he put his hand on my thigh, slid it up under my dress. “Fuck!” I pushed his hand away, downshifted. “Seriously? Do you want to get us into an accident?”

  “Is that a Mississippi?”

  “No,” I whispered.

  Again I felt his fingers on my thigh. “Then don’t push me away again,” he said in his rough silky voice. “You will get more than a spanking. Don’t think we can’t escalate.”

  “I’m trying to drive a stolen car!”

  “You can multi-task, can’t you, Ice?”

  Clearly we were about to find out. Up, up, up went his fingers, up to my moist heat, pressing lengthwise into my cleft. He drew them up, then down, then up, in long, those characteristically long, slow strokes of his, like a violin player might stroke a violin with a bow. Warmth washed over me as he rubbed me. I pushed my pelvis into his hand at a stoplight, craving more pressure.

  “You are so wet.” He withdrew his fingers, and I didn’t have to look to know that he was right. He pressed them into his mouth. “God, this is fun. I want to fuck you every way to Sunday right now.”

  “We could pull over,” I said.

  He pushed up my dress so that my pussy was totally exposed. “You want me to fuck you in a stolen car?”

  “Yes.” I breathed. And I wanted the fingers back. He obliged as the light turned green. I shifted, arm over his. “Jesus,” I said as he thrust two fingers in, rubbing me with his thumb all the while. “We should park,” I said.

  “I think I like you like this. Strapped in. Driving. A little bit helpless.”

  I swallowed, shifted. I was helpless—in a way I’d never been before. It was as if my body were his, completely separated from my mind, from the attention I needed for the road. This was a dangerous, crazy game.

  And it thrilled me to pieces.

  I gyrated a little.

  “And you will stay like this until I’m finished with you,” he said.

  “What if I crash us?”

  “Don’t.”

  “What would Odin and Zeus say about this?” I asked.

  “Odin and Zeus aren’t in the car with us, are they?” He removed his fingers from my vagina, stroking on the way out, then pushed them back in. “Oz,” he said.

  “What?”

  “Oz. Odin and Zeus.”

  I exhaled sharply as he rubbed in a new way, curling those fingers inside me, creating the most intoxicating sensation. “I don’t think Oz would approve,” I said, fighting to concentrate on the road.

  “Agreed. They would not,” he said.

  Criminals, I thought dimly, are more outrageous than other people.

  “Look, look, look—” He pointed ahead. “There’s a cop up there.”

  “Crap!” My libido receded.

  His fingers didn’t. He said, “Be cool. Go the speed limit.” And he kept touching me wantonly.

  I slowed, heart pounding. “Maybe you should be cool.” I pushed away his hand.

  “Uh-uh-uh. Don’t do that.” He put it back. “And if you got arrested right now,” Thor said, rubbing my clit, “driving this with me, they’d think it was an inside job. The job at your bank. You’d be thrown in jail.”

  I looked at him wildly. He was playing a very reckless game.

  “Concentrate. Handle it.”

  “Oh my God.”

  “Is that a Mississippi?” he asked.

  “Hell, no,” I kept my attention on the road.

  Thor grinned.

  It came to me then that Thor was like the overdue-for-an-inspection wooden rollercoaster at a small county fair—thrilling and quite possibly dangerous in a very real way. Odin was more like the sleek and twisting metal rollercoaster at the mammoth theme park, scientifically designed for maximum thrills. Zeus was the cave of mystery, and you don’t know what’s in there, but you suspect it’s dangerous, what with the bleached bones strewn around the entrance.

  Odin and Zeus would definitely not think this joyride of ours was cool. But like hell I’d say Mississippi.

  “Go the speed limit, even if you have to pass him.” He put in two fingers. It was all so freaky hot, but I was starting to handle it—my mind on driving, on the cop, while Thor stroked my sex, my body hovering on the verge of total ecstasy.

  I concentrated on the road, panting. “What would you be doing if I hadn’t shown up? Setting fires in the hotel room?”

  He snickered. Usually I was the one playing his part, the one people had to stop.

  “Cut in front of him now.”

  “Let me get some distance.”

  “Now,” Thor said.

  “Are you shitting me?”

  “You’ll do it if you want to be our driver. I need to see you’ll listen.”

  “This isn’t a sex game.”

  “It’s more important,” he snapped. “Fuck, you’re tight. Have I told you that?” And then he withdrew his fingers from me, rubbing me lazily with the back of his thumb.

  I maneuvered in front of the cop. “Jesus,” I said, watching the rearview mirror.

  Thor, I noticed, was watching it a lot, too.

  I was starting to relax. I could do this. “If that cop was going to do something, he would’ve done it by now.”

  “Maybe,” Thor said, pushing a finger
back down, but he bypassed my vagina—he was pushing his way between my butt cheeks, which were compressed on the seat.

  “You wouldn’t,” I gulped.

  “Shut up and drive,” he commanded, pressing a wet finger over the pucker of my anus. I gasped as he pressed a little way into me, filling me with a pleasurable sensation that spread clear up to my head.

  “You might have to take the wheel,” I whispered deliriously.

  “You’re doing great, baby. Keep your hands at the ten o’clock and two o’clock position.”

  His finger was probably only buried in my ass as far as a knuckle, but it felt huge, and he moved it around. His thumb sped up on my clit. It was amazing what he could do with one hand. I watched the cop in the rearview mirror as the pleasure built. It was all I could do not to pass out from pure adrenaline.

  Finally a red light. I stopped tipped my head back on the headrest, and looked over at him.

  “Look at you,” he said. “I love looking at you when you’re a little gone like this.”

  I loved looking at him, too, into his gorgeous blue eyes. I wanted to kiss him.

  He stroked my cleft, with a knuckle now, up and down, up and down, with that finger stuck in my ass. It was heaven and hell all mixed together, having to stay gripping the wheel for this. I closed my eyes in the face of the mounting pleasure.

  “Green.”

  “What?” I said.

  “Green! Go!”

  I pulled my mind back together and released the clutch, shifted. “You are so evil.”

  “And you aren’t?”

  As I drove on, he moved his finger, which was still gripped by my asshole—he wasn’t putting it in any farther, but the way he was moving it was making me crazy.

  “Aren’t you?”

  “Yes,” I said, not remembering or caring what the question was.

  He pushed in a little now, probing at me, and at the same time, stroked my clit harder with his slicked thumb. Then he leaned, put his mouth near my ear. “Come for me,” he said.

  “You’re crazy.”

  “Come for me,” he commanded in his rumbly way. Then he tweaked my asshole and I was gone, rocked with a mind-bending climax. I kept my eyes on the road and my mind on driving as the waves of pleasure surged through me.

  “Oh,” I breathed, lost.

  He grabbed the wheel at one point. Had that been his backup all along? To grab the wheel? “Keep it together,” he said, laughing.

  “Aah!” I cried.

  Slowly he pulled his hand from me, just about when we hit another red light.

  I looked over at him, unsure whether I wanted to kiss him or punch him in the face.

  He leaned back and set his head against the headrest. “That was fun.”

  More than fun. It was a complete rush. I felt…exhilarated.

  “We need to get some lube though,” he continued. “I cannot wait to bury my cock in that insanely tight ass of yours. Turn right at the next light. Has anybody ever fucked that awesome little asshole of yours?”

  “Huh?” I said.

  “Green.”

  “Shit.” I started back up and took the next right. Getting away from the cop was such a relief. “I can’t believe we just did that.”

  Thor laughed. “Are you avoiding my question?”

  “No,” I said. “No, never.”

  “You’ll like it. We’ll make it good, Isis. Though it is best to work up to it. In fact, it really is best to work up to it over a few days’ time. For somebody who’s never done it. So tight like you.”

  There was this silence in the car after that. Because we didn’t have time to work up to it.

  I sighed. “I’m a sad panda that we don’t have time to work up to buttfucking.”

  He shifted his eyes my way. He was a sad panda, too. More of a sad puma. A slightly dangerous and crazy sad puma.

  “I wish you could’ve seen our hideout. Especially our California one. Some of the shit we have there…let’s just say we have a dedicated room.”

  “Dedicated to what?”

  “To fucking. And punishing naughty goddesses who don’t do as they’re told.”

  My belly went floaty. The room sounded exciting and dangerous and horrible and wonderful. And I would never get to see it.

  “On the bright side, you seem perfectly capable of driving the car under intense pressure and distraction.”

  I hit his shoulder. He caught my wrist, kissed my hand.

  “You are crazy,” I said.

  He kissed a finger.

  It was then I thought about what he’d said about Venus subconsciously wanting to get caught. “Are you going to tell Oz about this afternoon drive of ours?”

  “Maybe. If I feel like it,” he said.

  I took my hand from him. “It was kind of risky. Convince me why it was different than Venus subconsciously wanting to get caught.”

  “How it was different?” He sounded offended, and when I looked over, his eyes had lost their friendly twinkle. “Do you want us to get caught?” he demanded.

  “Of course not,” I said.

  “Funny, you’re the one who wouldn’t say Mississippi. You had a chance to say Mississippi and put a stop to it, and you chose not to. Why was that?”

  I was sort of stunned by this. He had a point. Two had been playing that game. “I didn’t want to lose my goddess name.”

  “And?”

  He was right. It wasn’t that. “I wanted to keep going. I wanted to keep pushing it.”

  “And?”

  “It was fun and exciting.”

  He put his feet up on the dashboard. “One of the perks of being an outlaw is that you get to act like a motherfucking outlaw. I’ll forgive you for being new and not quite getting that.”

  Right. I was new. “You think Zeus could ever change him mind?”

  “His thing with Venus, it runs deep,” Thor said. “I don’t see him changing his mind too easily.”

  “You need a driver. Or at least a car sitter, whatever. You didn’t have one for that last one, and what if somebody had parked you in? Seriously, isn’t it weird to not have that?”

  “Damn straight. We had one lined up, but Odin spooked on him at the last minute, and Odin has a certain intuition, as you’ve no doubt noticed. Anyway, we’d been watching your bank long enough to feel confident about our timing.”

  “That’s one bank.”

  “I know, I know. Sorry, sister, whether you drive tomorrow or not, we’re releasing you blindfolded at a truck stop in Nevada, and you’ll wander into the restaurant and have your fifteen minutes of fame.”

  “That sounds so delightful.”

  Dolefully he said, “I know.”

  “What about my cut of the money?” I couldn’t believe how bank robberish I sounded.

  “We’ll buy up a bunch of Paris Hilton quilts you won’t have to deliver on. Zeus has it all worked out.”

  All worked out. My heart sank.

  “Look, do you understand that if you stayed with us after the First City job that you couldn’t go home? You stay any longer, there’d be a line you’d cross where you couldn’t. And Zeus won’t have it anyway.”

  “I want to stay with you guys,” I said. “I want to stay Isis.”

  Thor frowned and pointed right. “Wanting doesn’t make things happen.”

  I turned right. I had a feeling the test was over.

  Chapter Six

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  Thor and I ran a few actual errands. We got new sexy underwear for me that involved a corset and garter belt, plus straps, stockings, and even new shoes. And underwear for him. A boxer guy. We also picked up new disposable phones, a wig, and finally, the sandwiches. Then we brought the car back to the hotel and parked it in the spot where it had been, and we took the elevator up to our floor.

  It was after lunch. Odin and Zeus would be casing the bank for hours yet. So Thor and I watched a movie—My Cousin Vinny. After that, Thor took a dip in the hot tub with one of his mystery pap
erbacks while I read the paper.

  After I got bored of that, I asked Thor if he thought it might be a good time for me to try on my new underwear. See if it all fit.

  He gave me a heated look over the top of the pages. I took that as a yes.

  I grabbed the shopping bags and bee-lined to the nearest bedroom to change. My new black corset squished my breasts upward and together quite radically, my stockings were held up with clips that went to a belt under my corset, and my new high-heeled shoes matched the ensemble perfectly. Needless to say, it was not something I would’ve ever worn in my life as Melinda. Poor sheep farmer Melinda, Isis’s wardrobe was already so far superior. And so much hotter. I loved how these new garments looked, and how they felt, too—so very complicated in their own way, yet they left my pussy totally exposed. I felt aroused just wearing the get-up, and you could easily have sex in it. I loved the idea of that, and I felt confident that I could get my naughty swain to indulge me.

  I strolled out and stood over the hot tub. “Whatdya think?”

  Thor stared at me for a spell. “Come here,” he said in a husky way that told me he thought well of it.

  I strolled over to the side. “I’m not getting in. I’m not getting this silk wet.”

  “It’ll dry,” Thor grated.

  “You can’t get this fabric wet. It gets misshapen.”

  “Really?”

  I smiled. My badass Peter Pans, not understanding about laundry. They needed somebody like me. I so wished I could stay. “Do you guys ruin a lot of your clothes when you try to do washes?”

  “Usually we get stuff washed for us, or buy new.”

  “Possibly because you ruined your old stuff?” I asked.

  “Was that a no?” he asked. “Are you changing the subject? Was that a no, that you’re not getting in here?”

  I swallowed. “That was a no,” I said.

  His expression darkened, and he let his gaze rove over me, slowly and lewdly; the sensation of his eyes heated me; excitement pooled in my belly, in my bared crotch. Oh, he knew. We played well together, Thor and I. He made an exciting partner, because he was so personable and talkative, but also off his chain.

  “I like my new underwear,” I said haughtily. “I’m not getting it wet.”

  He frowned.

  My heart raced.