I widened my eyes in the direction of Zeus. "Should we wait? You know..." I liked the idea of Zeus watching, but hated the idea of him not having the choice.

Thor raised his brows. "Is that a no?"

Zeus was on different call now. He'd settled onto the couch across the room, talking with somebody at a repair shop or something-a conversation that sounded like it might go long. Slowly Thor pushed the straps over my shoulders. My dress fell to the floor in a puddle around me.

"No," I whispered. "It's not a no, I mean..."

Thor smoothed his hands over my lacy underwear. "Zeus is a big boy," he whispered, snaking his hands around me to undo my bra. "He goes exactly where he pleases. Does what he pleases. We all do."

It made a certain amount of sense. Zeus wasn't the type to let himself be put out.

As soon as I was naked, Thor pointed to the tub. I strolled over, lowered myself in, and waded across to where Odin waited. I moved into his arms, into the mystery and thrill of not knowing what these two would do.

Thor got in and nestled onto the other side of me.

Odin crept a hand over my thigh under the cover of the bubbly surface, reaching the now-insanely sensitive cleft between my legs. Even just a light, deft press of his fingers sent waves of pleasure through me. Then Thor touched my belly, and I found their cocks.

It felt like a wonderful secret, their fingers on me under the water. Mine on them. Like I'd sunk into a warm and erotic cocoon.

Do anything you want to me, I wanted to say. Anything you want.

Zeus hung up the phone and stalked out of the room.

Thor stroked a finger through my tender folds; I could tell, just by the way his finger slid along, that I was slick, even under the water. I inhaled slowly, lifting my shoulders, pulling inward with feeling.

"Now," Odin said, hand creeping onto my belly, "whatever shall we do with you?" He kissed my cheek, my neck, causing my insides to feel warm and slow, like heated honey. I drew teasing hands up both their legs, giving myself over to the delicious feeling of us mauling each other.

Suddenly Zeus was back again. He took off his boots, rolled up his jeans, grabbed the scotch bottle, and set it on the edge of the tub, right across from us. Then he sat down and swished his feet in the hot water, like it was all quite normal. Just another day in the tub with his pals.

I pressed my legs together, dislodging Thor's hand. Zeus likely couldn't see much below the surface of the water, but still!

"What is happening here?" Thor intoned warningly.

I shot him a look.

Thor watched me with a mischievous expression. Not looking away, he said, "The water's quite fine, Zeus. You should get in." Then he slowly but firmly pulled my left leg toward him.

Excitement shot through my veins as Thor hooked his leg over mine, fixing it in place. He trailed a finger back up the inner line of my thigh.

Odin slid a hand over my shoulder, and placed his other hand firmly on my right thigh, pulling it the other way, spreading my legs, giving Thor greater access.

I gasped softly and looked over at Zeus. I don't know if Zeus heard the gasp, but he glanced at me then, holding me with his beautiful eyes, lips pillowing into one another. A random dot of water from the spray had landed on his cheekbone and it glistened as brightly as the crystals on the chandelier above. He regarded me with a kind of hungry disdain, and briefly I wondered what it would be like to see affection in his eyes.

Thor's very naughty fingers reached my yearning pussy. Slowly he slid one in, then out, then in. Then two fingers, filling me. I was tempted to melt into the deliciousness of it, right in front of Zeus, but I didn't let myself. It was the hungry disdain that stopped me.

Could Zeus see how Thor was touching me? If Zeus didn't see, he certainly knew. It seemed a bit excessive, what the three of us were doing, like shoving a pizza under the nose of a prisoner on a hunger strike.

My breath caught in my throat as Thor drew his fingers out of my vagina and up through my hypersensitive folds. My belly quivered and still Zeus held my eyes. It was becoming strangely hot, his watching, even with that hungry disdain.

Thor pushed his fingers back into me, pressing and massaging my clit with his palm as he fingered me. I pressed my pelvis into his hand as the pleasure built. I was approaching the point of no return, right in front of Zeus. My pulse raced with the craziness of it all. Hold off, I told myself.

Odin dug his fingers into my thigh, spreading my legs wider for Thor, who slid his fingers back into me, curling them just so. I exhaled softly, overcome with a rush of feeling.

Thor put his mouth to my ear. "Give it up," he whispered.

He knew, I realized-knew I was holding out.

We were locked into a very strange game, the four of us.

Again Thor put his mouth to my ear. "You know you want to," he whispered so that only I could hear, "and really, Isis, you have no choice. You know we will touch you and invade you and fuck you until you are completely given over."

"Is that so?" I asked coolly, as though he'd merely informed me of the temperature outside.

He got a playful look in his eyes. "We'll make it so," he said, moving his fingers in a new and exciting way, making the pleasure twist higher. Oh, it was good.

Again I met Zeus's eyes. No way could he see anything but flesh-colored blobs under the surface.

Yet I'd never felt quite so exposed.

He was watching something more intimate than fingers on flesh; he was watching me get taken over, watching me lose the fight.

My breath shallowed in the grip of that gaze. My panting seemed to match the pulse of Thor's devilish fingers.

The room went hazy.

I felt Odin's teeth on my earlobe, a sting that had me close my eyes and almost lose it-almost.

I pulled myself back to Zeus's eyes once more, feeling as if I were falling more deeply into them. He knew the pleasure was building, and that I was losing. Was he trying to turn me on with that gaze? Or destroy me?

Maybe both.

"You know, yesterday was Ice's first time," Odin said, ever ready to embarrass me.

And with that the intensity broke.

"Not my first time...you know." My face heated.

"First time with a trio," Odin said. "What did you think, Ice?"

Zeus swished his feet in the water, watching me. We'd all stepped back for the moment.

I swallowed as Thor's fingers circled lazily around my clit. "You know what I thought," I said, as casually as possible.

Thor slowed his clever fingers. "Give Zeus the report."

"Do I look like a porn magazine?" I said.

Odin said, "You looked like a porn magazine when you were masturbating in front of all of us yesterday. It was quite shameless."

"Wait, was that disobedience?" Thor stilled his fingers. "Refusing to give Zeus the report? Give Zeus the report or Odin will be wrathful."

I looked at Zeus across the pool, expecting more of that hungry disdain, but instead I was hit with something else: loneliness. Zeus looked lonely.

"It was lovely," I said. "And very fun."

"That's not how I'd describe it," Odin said. "Isis, let me ask you, was it better than you imagined?"

Thor was toying with my nub again-he knew everything to do, and I was falling back into it. My orgasm was alive under the surface, waiting there for him to release it. I said, "You think I sit around imagining that sort of thing all day?" My voice sounded too high.

"Was that an answer?" Odin growled.

Flutters in the pit of my stomach.

"Was it better?" Thor asked.

I was both embarrassed and excited, being made to answer these questions while being pleasured. "Yes, it was better."

"Precisely in what way was it better?" Odin asked as he reached over and touched my nipple, pinching it gently to add a new layer of thrill. My resistance was crumbling. In my old life, my problem was not coming, or taking too long. Now it was coming too fast, too early, or coming when commanded not to. It was like I'd landed in opposite world.

"Tell Zeus," Odin said.

I once again met his gaze, and I found I was weary of holding out. I wanted to give myself over-to give everything. I would rip myself apart for them. It was here I understood the danger I was in-not from their enemies or car chases or guns, but from this: the feel of these hands, these mouths, this gaze. I could live and die on this.

"Tell Zeus," Odin commanded. "I won't ask you again."

I shook myself back to my senses. "It just was more fun than it ever looked."

"Looked?" Odin said. "Online, you mean?"

My cheeks burned with heat. "Well," I said, "what else would I mean?"

Thor's fingers stopped. Odin loosened up.

"Oh, we need details on this," Odin said. "There's something you're hiding."

I swallowed, stunned, as usual, by his supernatural talent for zeroing in exactly where I didn't want him.

Zeus grabbed the bottle next to him and swigged some scotch.

Thor removed his hand, as if he wanted to allow me to concentrate.

"What do you like to watch?" Odin pursued.

I shrugged. "I don't know."

Thor snuck a hand to my stomach and tickled me.

I yelped.

"Shh!" Odin scolded. "Do that again and we'll gag you. You'll tell us now. What are the things you watch? What do you have bookmarked on your computer?"

Thor tickled my stomach and I squirmed, trying to push off his hands. "Fuck!" I said.

Odin grabbed my arms and Thor tickled me some more. I was laughing like crazy. "Stop!" I said.

When they'd both stopped, I said, "I won't tell, ever."

Thor started tickling me again. We were all laughing-even, much to my surprise, Zeus. Then there was a knock at the door. Everything stopped-the tickling, the splashing.

"Room service." A voice called.

And Zeus looked grim once again. "You kids want to take this into another room?" He raised his eyebrows and waited.

Thor frowned. "We most certainly will." He stood. "Isis, get out and go wait for us in the last bedroom. The one at the very end."

I hoisted myself out of the water with as much nonchalance as possible and grabbed a fluffy robe, wrapping it around me. "You won't get it out of me." I marched away. Had I really just said that? I felt half out of my mind.

"Come back here," Odin said.

I turned around. "What?" Would they spank me right in front of Zeus? And what about the room service guy? Oh, God, would they spank me in front of the room service guy?

Odin pointed to the chair. "Leave the robe. You won't need it in there. And go lie on the bedspread and wait for us."

"On your back," Thor added, not to be outdone by surly Odin. "Eyes closed."

I smiled at the outrageousness of it all. "Oh-kay." Slowly I pulled off the robe, walked back and set it on the chair, naked under the watchful eyes of all three of them now. Then I simply turned around and casually strolled into the back hallway, but inside I was positively vibrating. I would give them anything. It was a strange secret to know.

There were three bedrooms to the suite, maybe four. The place was quite palatial. I went into the last bedroom and lay on the bedspread, eyes closed, per my criminals' commands.

Well, I would give them almost anything, I decided. I wouldn't be giving them the truth about the cartoon porn, though I wanted them to try to get it out of me. Or actually I just wanted them to spank me again. Or really anything.

Water from my wet skin soaked the spread around me. It didn't matter; I felt like I was flying, completely out of control. Shivers crept over me.

Doors out there opened and closed, presumably for the room service guy.

My nipples felt cold and tight. I became aware of this buzz in my belly, erotic energy like buzzing helium. The sensation of lift.

Male voices. The door again. That would be the room service guy leaving. Zeus had his food. Thor and Odin would come in now.

I waited. Left to my own devices, I'd be lying on my side. It seemed more dignified. On my back, I was a kind of a slavish offering. This both appalled and excited me.

Heat and energy throbbed through me, and I watched the dark patterns on the insides of my lids, feeling impossibly wet and slick just from lying there.

Would Odin wear his glasses and take them off? In my current frenzy, it was entirely possible I would come just from that. Unless they made me keep my eyes closed. Then I wouldn't get to see him take his glasses off.

The voices continued. The anticipation drove me crazy.

Quiet.