Caught in the Devil's Sheets (27 page)

He’s right. But everything in me right now wants to know him. I want to be there for him like he is for me. I want to help him get past whatever demons he’s hiding, like he’s helped me get past Jaime. Whatever it is I have to do to get into his head, I’m willing to go there.

“You don’t know me that well either,” I lead him on. “Why don’t you tell me about the rules and we’ll see if we can’t come to some sort of agreement,” I say with a wink. Let the games begin!

Chapter 23
Hey There, Delilah

I sit at the table, looking Odin in the eye. He’s amused that I’m willing to discuss rules and agreements. Last night and today have both been amazing. The idea of being tied up and helpless has always made me anxious. It requires a level of trust I have never been able to give before. But Odin stood up to Jaime for me, he helped me kill a man, and dispose of the body. Last night he took on Rick for me. All he wants is my trust. I know it will be hard for me, but I can at least try to give it to him.

Odin’s face turns to business “For you, rule number one is that this will be a monogamous relationship. There have been subs in the past that I have shared, but I do not wish to share you with anyone! Not other Doms, not other men, or women.”

The word “women” surprises me, but Odin’s gaze is dead serious.

“No one is allowed to touch you, you are mine. If I see you flirting with someone else, I will be angry. I can be very jealous and that would warrant punishment.”

Odin’s voice is confident and part of me just wants to climb across the table and rip his clothes off.

“You must never lie to me or keep things from me. No hiding letters or secret phone conversations. I need to be able to trust you, as you will need to trust me.” Odin’s eyes are locked with mine.

I know he’s referring to my relationship with Billy. Normally, I would protest any interference with mine and Billy’s relationship, but it doesn’t appear as though we have one anymore.

“Okay,” I say without giving it much thought. I would never agree to stop contact with Billy and the letters we’d write each other aren’t something I would wish to share. In fact, Billy is the kind of friend who I tell all my secrets too. I’d probably tell him about Odin and his twisted fantasies, if he still cared enough to listen. But he doesn’t, so I can hardly see letting him cause me any conflict now.

Odin seems almost surprised at my lack of argument. “So you’ll get rid of the PO box, and the extra cell phone?” he asks.

“Look, the truth is, I haven’t heard from Billy in almost a year. There is really no tie left to cut.” I don’t tell Odin about the trip to Wyoming or the last letter I wrote. I’m sure it will never matter.

“I don’t ever want you to be alone with a man, not any of the members, no one. Do you understand me?” Odin is still in full serious mode.

I’m drunk and it’s hard to take something that seems so silly seriously.

“This is not because I am jealous or because I don’t trust you. It’s because I don’t trust other people.”

I can agree with him there. Jaime was never possessive. He liked to push me around a lot and make me feel small and insignificant in front of our friends, but he hardly cared who I talked to or even who I got friendly with. He must have known I would always come home to him. Guess that didn’t really work out for him in the end.

“Okay,” I give Odin my word.

“I want to know where you are all the time. I expect you to make me your top priority, as you will be mine. When I call, I expect you to answer, or have one hell of an excuse,” he says, still with all seriousness. “Lastly, and most importantly, I expect you to obey me. Everything I do, I do for you.”

“I think I can manage.” I smile.

“I want to teach you exactly how to please me. I want to show you things that blow your mind. I will mend you and train you to fit my needs exactly.” The excitement in Odin’s voice triggers the desire in me.

“Sexual training?” My mouth is watering.

“Plan on being at my house every Friday and staying the weekend.”

The idea of spending every weekend at Odin’s house makes me terribly anxious to get things moving.

“Anything else?” I ask, in a hurry to wrap all this up. I want to get to the sex.

“I would prefer it if you don’t touch yourself. I want to claim all your pleasure.”

This surprises me. “Oh, my battery operated boyfriend will be so crushed!” I tease.

A genuine smile takes Odin’s face. It makes everything I have agreed to thus far worth it to see his face light up this way.

“We should come up with our own safe word. In case there ever comes a time in which you would like me to stop. I will let you chose.”

“Sanctuary.” I say without missing a beat. It was the safe word in one of my favorite erotic novels.

“Okay,” Odin says curiously. “Lastly, I need you to realize that if you don’t give into me and you hide behind your safe word all the time, then this won’t work. I need you to try, push past your fears, and give yourself to me completely. I will always take care of you, Delilah. There is little I won’t do for you.”

I just about melt at his words, nodding so he knows I understand.

“Do you have any questions?”

“Should we discuss limits?” In the books I read about D/s relationships, each partner illustrates their personal hard limits, things they will not do.

Odin smiles. “It always catches me by surprise to hear you use words like limits. I have to admit, it’s a total turn on,” he says, casting a devious stare in my direction. “These rules are my hard limits. Sexually, I have no limits, what about you?”

I’m at a sudden loss for words. “I have no idea. I’ve never pushed myself to any limit before. I want to be treated with respect.” It’s the perfect place to start. “I have hit my limit of being pushed around and embarrassed in front of all my friends.”

“Lila, I have more than a tremendous amount of respect for you,” he assures me.

I try to remember every book I ever read. What things would I not be willing to do for him? “I want to sleep with you, in your bed.” I recall a book I read once where a Dominant made his submissive sleep on a large dog pillow on the floor next to him and put a collar on her. I will have no such thing.

“Of course,” he says as if he’d never intended otherwise.

“No permanent marks to my body.”

Odin nods in agreement.

“I want this to stay a secret. Obviously people are going to assume we’re having some fling. As far as their concerned that’s all it is. I’m not okay with you ordering me around in front of other people.”

“That will be new for me. I have never had a woman around my friends.”

“And you’ll have to promise you’ll never lie to me. I realize that as a member there are things you’re just not allowed to tell me and I respect that. But if you can tell me, I want to know. If I ever find out that you’re fucking someone else or lying to me about things I ask you about, I’m done! I’m done being a fool. You’ll find yourself in the same boat as Jaime.”

Odin looks at me a moment, deep in his thought. “You’ll have to understand that there are things that I am just not comfortable talking about. But I promise I will never lie to you.”

I need a minute to think if there’s anything else, so I clear the plates from the table and mix us up two more drinks, chugging down a glass of water first.

“You don’t have a problem with me drinking or smoking right?” I ask.

“No, not as long as drinking doesn’t lead to reckless behavior. If I catch you drinking and driving or getting in the car with someone who’s drunk, I will be fucking pissed!” he warns.

“Awe, you’re like the daddy I never had!” I tease, but he doesn’t seem too amused.

I set his glass down in front of him then step back, leaning up against the counter, still dressed in his beer pants. He smiles up at me, taking a few large swallows of his drink. He looks me up and down and I wish I was wearing something a little sexier.

I slowly walk over to him and stroke my fingers through his choppy hair. Our eyes lock and I gaze down at him. “Will you promise someday to tell me the truth about your dad?”

“Trust me, Lila, you don’t want to know,” he says, wrapping his arms around my waist and burying his head in my chest.

But I do want to know. Whatever it is, it’s a part of him. I’m sure it’s the reason he is this way. I want to know, even if it is hard to hear.

“Will you tell me about Katelyn?”

Odin sighs and looks back up at me. Thankfully he doesn’t look angry.

“If you last one year with me, I will tell you about Katelyn,” he says, and he looks dead serious. Whether he actually plans to tell me or just doesn’t think I will last a year I can’t tell.

He picks up his drink and finishes it.

“Want another one?”

“No, we should get to bed. I have to be at work at 8.”

I knew he was going to stay, but it never really dawned on me that we’d be going to bed in mine and Jaime’s bed. Last night when we finally crawled in, I was too tired to even think about it. But something seems morally wrong about us having sex in that bed.

“Would you mind if we slept in the guestroom tonight? I really need to get a new bed in my room.” I say hoping he catches my drift.

Odin shrugs with one shoulder. “Sure.”

I head into the bathroom and brush my teeth and spruce up a bit before meeting Odin in the guestroom. I put new sheets on the bed, stripping Erica’s old sheets off and tossing them in a pile by the door. Odin hits the lights, then climbs into bed next to me. He starts massaging my neck and my shoulders, slipping my sweater off over my head. After a while, he pushes my pants down and I kick them off my ankles, then I’m naked laying in the dark under the covers while Odin’s hands massage my body. I’m drunk and so is he, as he pulls my leg up over his side and flexes his hips in between my thighs. He kisses my neck, pulling lightly at the back of my hair as he slowly penetrates me. I can’t imagine why he’d prefer tying me up and whipping me to this. The bondage bit is fun, but this is where I’d choose to rest my head every night, in his arms after making love.

In the morning, I wake up to his phone’s alarm. I head out to the kitchen naked, my hair falling around my shoulders and covering most of my breasts. I make a pot of coffee while Odin gets dressed. I look at the clock on the stove. It’s 6:30. I hate mornings!

I pull out the leftovers from last night and put together a burrito in a bag for Odin to take with him. It’s sitting on the dining table with a mug of coffee, the sugar bowl, and a jug of milk when he comes from down the hall. A huge smile seizes his face. I didn’t know anyone could be so cheery this early in the morning. I don’t know if it’s because of the fine service or because the service is naked that he’s staring at me grinning like a boy on Christmas morning. He strolls over to me, taking my head and my hair in his palm and kissing me, his other hand running up my side.

“You are beautiful,” he whispers in my ear.

“I packed you a lunch,” I say, gesturing toward the table.

“Already eager to please. I knew you’d be the perfect sub,” he says, sure of himself.

“I think I make a better girlfriend, but we’ll see.” I shrug out a smile. It’s too early for me to be witty and I’m fighting a bit of a hangover.

Odin kisses me again, his tongue dipping into my mouth and caressing mine with his mint fresh breath. I tighten my grasp around his shoulders, pulling him into me.

“I wish I didn’t have to go,” he says.

“I’m free tonight.” I say on the bright side.

“Until then.” He turns and picks up his mug and burrito off the table. Then he heads for the door.

I watch as he locks it behind him. Still I walk over and lock the top bolt. I guess I should probably change the locks anyways. Rick has a copy and so does Jeff. I hope Rick leaves me alone.

I don’t finish my own cup of coffee before I head back to bed. When I get to the guest room I almost pass it for my own room. But the sheets are strewed about and his beer pajama pants that I wore yesterday are still lying on the floor. I walk in and fall back into the bed. It smells like him. I hug his pillow, taking in his scent as I quickly fall back asleep.

When I awake I am overjoyed to see I have a text from Odin. {How do you feel about spending the next three days at my house? We’ll call it training camp.}-Odin.

Training camp? Sounds sexy.

{Sounds good, when should I come over?}-Lila.

I decide to put my jogging shoes on and walk up the street to Blenders in the Grass and get a smoothie for breakfast.

{7, I’ll order dinner.}-Odin.

I push myself into a power walk to get an apples and greens smoothie, filling up on nutrition. I really need to get back into kickboxing or some sort of physical activity. I feel like a slug since I started working in the car. This reminds me, I wonder when the next run is. Odin hasn’t mentioned it. I don’t suppose I could ask Felix. Rick was sort of the mutual friend between him and me. I think it’s safe to say that bridge is pretty well burned.

The black Chevy is parked in the driveway and the front door is open. “Hello?” I call out as I walk inside Odin’s house.

Odin peers his head out from around the kitchen. “You’re late.”

“Yeah, Jay stopped by just to see how I was doing without Jaime. We talked for a minute.”

“I see.”

I think I sense some jealousy.

“What did you tell him?”

“I told him I was getting by just fine.”

Odin takes a step around the breakfast bar and into the dining area where I am standing. “I ordered from Lou Feliz Peri.”

“That French place?”

Odin nods.

“I’ve never tried their food.”

“It’s pretty good. I got some different things to try. I hope you’re not squeamish.” He smiles.

“As long as it’s not alive, I’ll try it.”

Odin strolls into the living room and lights the fire place. It’s not cold by any means, but it creates a nice ambiance.

“Are you excited?” he asks me, as we sit down on his overstuffed couch.

“About the food or the training?”

“Both.”

“Yeah,” I admit bashfully.

Odin leans over to kiss me. The spark begins to burn between us as I lie back, pulling him down on top of me. His touch brings life to me. When I am with him, life and all its bullshit falls away, and there is only Odin. His strong, confident presence helps me to be strong myself. His hands caress my body and small quiet moans escape my lips into his. He cups behind my thigh, lifting my leg around him. His lips press into mine, and I feel a desperate need for him building inside me. Just as his hand begins its familiar trek into my panties and I think he’s going to give me the feeling my body is begging for, the doorbell rings.