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nothing without discipline. This is something you need to learn if you’re going to remain with us.”
    “But—” I laughed at the craziness of it all. “To be practically fucking while you have a discussion?”
    “You said that you would obey. And you didn’t,” Odin said. “Now thanks to you, all of our lighthearted fun is over.”
    Thor stood.
    Odin kept hold of my arms.
    I felt again the breezes of the room on my belly and on my madly pebbling nipples, straining at the ends my breasts, which pointed forward in a shamelessly bullet-like way, thanks to the pulled-down bra supporting them underneath.
    I felt almost giddy with excitement. “But after our day,” I said, “don’t we deserve some light-hearted fun?” Even now I was playing a bit of a role. Isis was ever so slightly dissolute. Isis needed a bit of structure.
    “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,”