Page 59 of The Hard Way

I cried out from the sting of it. It always hurt at first. It was a hard thing that always turned good.

“Count,” Odin said.

“What am I counting to?”

“Five,” Odin barked.

“What?”

“Ten now.”

“Ten?”

“Twenty.”

I said nothing. It was a lot.Whack.

“Two,” I gasped.

Whack.

“Three.”

Odin smacked on, and I counted. The hits were starting to get vibrate-y. The pain became an intense sensation. Little by little, the pain and pleasure centers inside me were getting confused. Little by little, these really sharp spanking sensations started feeling like tiny orgasmic bursts. I wriggled under the hits. My mouth seemed to be saying fifteen.

“Do you know what it’s like to fuck you after you’ve had a good spanking?” Zeus asked me.

“No,” I said, floating. Was I even counting anymore?Whack.

“You feel extra soft and warm inside. And more alive. Because you feel everything we do afterwards.”

Whack.

“Seventeen,” Zeus whispered.

“Seventeen,” I called out.

Zeus looked back at Odin. I don’t know what he saw, but it made him frown. “Wait. I’ll finish.” He stood and pushed Odin back to me.

“What?”

“You can’t count anymore. It’s pathetic,” Zeus said, but I knew that wasn’t it. “You need to suck Odin’s cock.” He shifted me so that my cheekbone was right on the edge of the cabinet.

“I’m fine,” Odin said.

“Shove your cock into Isis’s mouth—now.”

Odin came and stood next to the cabinet. He reached down and stroked my hair. “Goddess.” He unzipped his pants and pulled out his dusky cock.

“Take it deep and hard,” Zeus said.

“Hold on here,” Odin said playfully.

I looked up at him. The darkness was gone, and he had a certain look to him, like the wild lust from before we’d fled to Italy. He brushed my hair back and touched the putty around my fake nose, then peeled the thing right off.

“What are you doing?”

“The fake nose wouldn’t survive the way I’m going to fuck your face. Because I won’t be gentle. Open.”

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