Caught in the Devil's Sheets (25 page)

“To the sea!” he says, with the most handsome grin.

“To the sea!” I smile raising my glass to his.

I dig into our food. We laugh and joke over lunch. I tell Odin about being in junior life guards and surf camp. My love for the ocean goes way back to being a small child.

“It never mattered how many times I almost drowned or that I got stung by a jellyfish or that there might be sharks, it never stopped me.” I say taking the last bite of my sandwich.

“What’s stopping you now?”

I know he doesn’t mean what’s stopping me from loving the sea, but rather what’s stopping me from accepting his proposal.

“Nothing.” I stand up and make my way for the back of the boat.

Odin stands to follow me, but I don’t head for the cabin. I quickly walk out of my shoes, leaving them spread out on the deck. Once I’ve reached the back I quickly pull my dress off. I jump over the rail and plunge into the cold water. When I surface Odin is standing over the railing. “Cold?” he asks.

“Only a little.” I shrug as I tread water.

“You know there are sharks in there,” he says raising his brow.

“I chose not to live in fear!” It’s the truth. I have never avoided doing something for fear of what might happen. Sure, it’s gotten me in a lot of trouble, but I have gained so many amazing experiences that most girls my age would never dare to try.

Odin sheds his pants and dives in the water. “Fuck it’s cold!” he exclaims when his head comes up out of the water.

“Only a little,” I joke. Odin makes his way back to the back of the boat and climbs up the ladder. It’s then I notice the name of the boat painted in nice letters on the back:
Katelyn.

The newspapers that Rick left for me flash in my head, the name Katelyn Turner coming immediately to mind.

“Did you name your boat Katelyn?” I ask as I climb my way up the ladder.

“Yeah,” he says like it’s nothing, toweling out his hair. Odin hands me a fresh towel as I step back on deck, and I wrap myself up in it.

“Where’d you come up with the name?” I ask.

Odin’s stare goes blank for a moment. I can tell I’ve just tapped into some dark, long forgotten memory.

“I’ll tell you another time.” He’s quick to dismiss it and he turns around to pour us each some more champagne at the bar.

I’m going to have to tell him I know, but there is never really a good time to bring it up. Odin takes a seat in the lounge, holding my glass out to me. I take it, and sit across from him. For all the things Odin knows about me, there is a lot of things I don’t know about him. I get the idea that there may not be the option of asking questions later, so I go about pushing my nose in his business while it’s still acceptable.

“Do you mind me asking about the other girls you’ve been with?” I sip my champagne and the bubbles fizz down my throat.

“Go ahead.” It seems that ex-lovers, are a topic he doesn’t mind talking about openly.

“Are you usually monogamous with them?”

“That just depends on what the arrangement is.”

“What’s the longest you’ve been with the same girl?”

“One year.”

“What was her name?”

“Mariah.” Something about the way he says her name, cues me that he thinks of her fondly still.

“What happened? Why didn’t it work out?”

Odin’s face stays positive. I think it’s safe to say she didn’t dump him.

“Mariah was an excellent sub. She was willing, daring, and had a lot of knowledge and practice. We met through a friend and wound up playing together for an entire year. At some point, I began to realize she had feelings for me I just couldn’t reciprocate. I had enough respect for her to break it off, and not lead her on or use her feelings to manipulate her into doing things.”

That seems chivalrous of him, though I’m sure she didn’t take it that way. I wouldn’t.

“Do you still talk to her?”

“Yeah. Sometimes I’ll see her at a club in L.A. She calls every now and again and we’ll catch up. And we occasionally have lunch as friends.”

Something tells me it’s not just friends with her.

“How long have you been broken up?”

Odin takes a minute to think back. “About two years.”

I feel a small tinge of relief knowing that two years has past. If he was interested in having her back, surely it would have happened by now.

“Have you two hooked up since you broke it off?”

“Why? Are you jealous?” Odin’s counter question hits me off guard.

“Why would I be jealous?” I play it cool, but deep down, I am a little. I have no idea why.

“Yes, we have hooked up a couple times, but it was just that: hooking up”

“Have you ever had feelings for a sub?” I’m sure there have been many girls to fall for him, he’s quite the catch. But has he ever been on the opposite end of the stick.

Odin sighs, thinking back. The fond look in his eye bears to witness there has been at least one.

“Once.”

The one who got away, doesn’t everyone have one of those? Knowing he fell for someone makes me more jealous than I care to admit.

“Will you tell me about her?”

Odin looks me in the eye. It’s like he’s trying to decide whether or not he can trust me.

“I told you all about Billy.” I remind him of the trust we shared while in the confines of the car.

Odin smiles, recalling all the things we talked about. “Her name is Daniella. We met at a BDSM convention in L.A. She was a model, posing for a rope dealer. She was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen, bound and gagged on display for everyone to admire. The second I saw her take a break I had to approach her. She gave me her number and we started playing together.”

“Then what happened?”

“It was my fault. I fucked up. There was just something about her that drove me completely wild. I wanted her all the time. I got to be too controlling and possessive, made her quit modeling. I didn’t want anyone else to see her the way I did. I wanted her all to myself. I couldn’t help it. Something about her made me crazy. She left me after about nine months. Took up modeling again, married some rich business executive with pockets big enough to fill her every desire. I don’t blame her for never looking back.”

“Sorry.” What else can you say about someone’s broken heart?

“To exes?” Odin holds out his champagne glass. We clink glasses and I swallow down a near full glass of champagne.

I look over at Odin who’s clearly deep in his memory of Daniella. I set my glass down on the table between us as I stand up. Odin gazes up at me and I stride across the table, and crawl into his lap, placing one knee on either side of him. Leaning down, I press my body against him and my lips seal over his. His hands freely graze through my wet hair, and I suck his tongue into my mouth, distracting him from his thoughts. I can feel it working, his body responding to mine as I stir my hips in his lap. His hand gently roams down my back and he nibbles on my lower lip.

“So,” he says, leaning his head back and staring up at me, “shall we go over the rules and begin negotiations now, or would you prefer we go down into the cabin for some hands-on practice.”

I know we have a lot of things to discuss. But right now, I’m not in the talking mood. I smile flirtatiously, leaping to my feet, and running toward the cabin.

I’m expecting Odin to chase after me, but he lags behind. I open the cabin door and I’m staring at a small room with a bed and a chest of drawers. There is also a small closet space and I notice hooks on the walls. They are placed to look like nautical decorations, but I have a feeling they get more use than intended. Odin bounds through the door, carrying a large spool of rope. He’s still wearing nothing but wet boxers. I perch on my knees in the middle of the bed and unhook my bra behind me, tossing it onto the floor.

My hair is still wet and I can feel it drip down my back. Odin’s erection is stabbing through his boxers as he kneels onto the bed and crawls on his knees toward me. His lips embrace mine, and I pull his boxers down, freeing him. Odin pushes me down onto the bed, pulling my wet panties down. He finishes removing his boxers then quickly climbs on top of me, kissing my whole body before returning to my lips.

“Do you trust me?” he asks, looking down at me with anticipation.

“Should I trust you?” I look up into his gaze, searching for an honest answer. But in my head, I know I do. Odin’s huge devilish grin spreads across his face.

“No!” He quickly takes my hand, and I’m amazed how quickly he binds my wrist with rope. “Lie back,” he orders.

I move backward until I’m lying flat on his bed with my head on the pillows. He hooks the rope through one of the circular hooks on the wall above the bed. Then he binds my other wrist so my arms are suspended over my head. Next he carefully loops the rope around my right ankle, and ties it to the foot of the bed. I watch with anticipation as he does the same with my left ankle. Then I’m completely immobilized, each of my limbs outstretched and tied down tightly. Reason is frantic inside my head.
He could leave you here, he could be very dangerous, he could kill you, and dump your body at sea.
I chose not to live in fear!

“I’ll be right back. Sit tight, don’t go anywhere,” Odin says with a sly grin. I roll my eyes at him, and wait patiently as he wrestles around in the galley. A moment later he returns with a cup full of ice. I watch with great apprehension as he slowly strolls over to me. He brings the cup to his lips, and takes a piece of ice in his mouth, then sets the cup on the head of the bed. He holds the ice cube in his front teeth, wrapping his lips around it. Then he touches his lips to the sensitive space between my neck and my shoulder, and I tense as the ice nips at my skin. He nuzzles there, leaving a cold wet trail behind before his lips move down toward my chest. His head makes circles around my nipples, careful not to touch them with the ice.

I moan quietly, desire burning inside me despite the cool chill of his touch. I hear him growl in his chest as I arch my back, and extend my breasts to him. He swallows the ice cube, and takes my nipple into his mouth, swirling it around his cool tongue. I feel myself get needy and restless, and I crave his touch between my legs. Odin grabs the cup of ice, taking another cube into his mouth and setting the rest back on the head board. He continues his figure eight around my other breast.

“Ah,” I cry, when the ice cube slides over my left nipple.

“Hmm,” Odin sounds amused.

This is torture. I want him to touch me. Odin grabs the cup of ice, before moving down the bed, dragging the cube in his mouth in a big S shape down my belly. My legs are spread apart, tied at my ankles to the bed, and I can do nothing to shield myself. He swallows the ice, and his cold wet tongue circles around my clit. My lips press into an oval, and I close my eyes, embracing his lips on me there. He takes another piece of ice, abandoning his intensely pleasing kisses between my thighs. He trickles the ice between his teeth, down my thigh and my calf, moving himself down the bed until the ice is at my ankle. He kneels on the floor, looking up at me from the foot of the bed as he crunches the ice cube in his mouth. I’m almost afraid to look down at him. I open my eyes shyly to find him marveling over me.

“You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever had the pleasure of being with.”

I blush, biting my lip. Reason says he is probably lying, but his words make my inner teenager dance with pleasure. I hear the ice in the cup hit his teeth and then fall back to the bottom of the glass. He trails another cube up my opposite leg, slowly until he’s reached the apex of my thighs. Then, he uses his tongue to push a small piece of ice over my small bump of nerves.

“Oh!” I gasp and my legs pull against their restraints, trying to close tight. But I am helpless, and I can do nothing to stop him as his tongue swirls ice around the most sensitive part of me. I moan loudly, my body trying desperately to curl up and move away from the cold, tantalizing torture.

Odin swallows the ice, and then it’s just his tongue alone, dancing over my jewel. I flex my hips upward, pressing myself into his face as he sucks on me. I’m panting, I want so badly to cum. Odin slowly presses a finger into my opening, then massages inside me. My wrists and ankles burn under the rope as my limbs instinctively try to free themselves and wrap around him. He takes the cup of ice back to his mouth and I watch as he takes two cubes into his mouth. He swishes them around, then pulling his finger out of me, he takes the smoothed over ice cube in between two fingers. His eyes stare down on me, a wild fire blazing behind them as he watches my reaction. He pushes the ice cube inside me, and my nerves scream to life at the shocking cold sensation. Quickly his lips return to my clit, rubbing ice there too as his finger swirls inside me. It’s excruciatingly cold, but my body still responds, my muscles flexing, and tightening as they fight against the restraints as they begin to clench down.

The sensation is so intense, I feel high. I’m vaguely aware that I’m wailing his name as my entire body is captivated by the most brutal, invigorating orgasm that I have ever had. All my muscles try desperately to curl up, the rope biting at my wrists and ankles. I’m completely helpless, begging underneath Odin’s perfectly controlled fingers, and overly assertive tongue.

“Please! Odin, I…I…” I can’t even put a sentence together. All my senses are lost in him. He kisses me, and the mere touch of his lips sends a shock through my body. He smiles when I flinch and does it again. My body jumps, but there is no escaping him. He kneels on the bed between my thighs, staring down at me.

“Oh, Lila, the things I would like to do to you.”

I’m struggling for breath, and I can’t even imagine the things he’s talking about. If this is what it feels like to be dominated, sign me up and put me in the express lane!

“Now, for my pleasure,” he says, as he makes his way down to my feet to untie them.

He moves on his knees back up the bed, leaning over me as he undoes my wrists. I’m staring up at his amazingly sculpted abs, the only imperfections I can see are the large scabs and gashes from his fight yesterday. His fight for me! Why does that turn me on so much?