Free The Hostage Bargain by Annika Martin

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