Caught in the Devil's Sheets (41 page)

Odin stands upright, and the thick muscle between his legs is hard and leans forward. It’s as though we have started a contest of which one of us will move from our side of the room first. I want to touch him, to feel him inside me, but more so, I want to seduce him. I want him to be as crazy for me as I am for him. I reach behind me again, and unclasp my bra, letting it fall to the ground, I expose my breasts. I hear him gasp, and I watch as he takes himself in one hand, running his fingers up and down his length. I take my nipples in between my fingers and squeeze my breasts, biting my lip. I let out a soft moan, trying to stare Odin in the eye, but unable to block out the overwhelmingly sexy act of him pleasuring himself. I cup my breasts, pinching my nipples between my index and middle fingers. Odin’s arm is strained as he begins to jerk himself harder. The veins show themselves above the muscles in his bicep. With one arm I cradle my left boob in my inner elbow reaching across with that hand to my right boob and caressing it. My right hand trails down my torso, and my fingers make their way into the top of my thong. I want so badly for the distance between us to cease, but I’m stubborn and I want him to come to me!

I bite my lip and roll my head back, toying my fingers around my clitoris inside my panties. I moan, hoping to put on a show that Odin can’t resist. He is masturbating so hard I can hear it, his balls gently tapping against his leg.

“Oh,” I whisper, my knees trembling as my fingers glide over my pleasure spot.

I feel him move, and he takes me in his arms just as I open my eyes, his lips are on mine. He kisses me hard, pressing his teeth into mine, as his tongue frisks my mouth. I feel his erection pressing into my belly, and I keep gently rubbing circles on myself. Odin forces me backwards on my feet, until my butt hits his dresser. He pulls my panties down, in a hurry to get me naked, then he lifts me onto the top of dresser.

“It’s so fucking hot to see you play with yourself. I want you to make yourself cum on me!” he hisses, pushing himself into me.

The first few times he pushes his hips forward it hurts. I’m not sure I will ever get used to the size of him. I press my fingers into myself and my body relaxes under the pleasure of my own touch. After a while he’s easily gliding in and out of me, rocking me and the entire dresser with each vicious pump of his hips.

He sucks on the tender spot between my neck and my shoulder. His hand cups the back of my head and his fingers lace in my hair. I pull him into me with my legs, and my free hand rests on the back of his neck. He braces himself with one hand on the dresser that rattles against the wall as he throws himself into me. My fingers crazily dance over my clitoris and I moan uncontrollably into his ear.

“Fuck, Lila, I want you so much! You are my prize.” He pushes into me hard. “My trophy.” Then pulls out and pushes into me again.

“Yes!” I whisper, pulling the hair on the back of his head between my fingers.

My muscles tighten around him, and my thighs squeeze into his hips. He leans his head back and watches as my face is gripped along with the rest of my body in a captivating orgasm. His thrusts come faster, but still very controlled. He collides with all the right places inside me and it feels so fucking good! I brace my hand on his shoulder, my torso arching in untamed pleasure as I quickly stroke my clit.

“Fuck yeah, baby. I can feel you cumming on me. It feels so good. Jesus, fuck!” he growls and unleashes himself into me, spurting deep inside me. There is a loud banging sound as the dresser crashes up against the wall hard and he nails me, deep and hard. I explode around him, moaning and screaming his name.

“Odin. ODIN!”

He holds me close, his body still convulsing, and I wrap my arms around him, clinging to him for everything I need. He gently strokes his fingers through my hair, looking down at me bewildered.

“Whatever you are doing to me, please, don’t stop,” he whispers.

I smile at him, but he is serious. I know exactly how he feels, and I pull his head back against my shoulder where he rests his forehead, panting while I stroke his back. We catch our breath, then his hips begin to move again. I’m instantly burning with sensation inside as my sex is once more pushed apart by his growing muscle. He gently rocks back and forth a few times, his erection growing inside me. It hurts at first, but I grow accustomed to the feel of him, slowly moving in and out of me. My body craves him. I would cum for him a million times, I’m sure.

“Do you have any idea how fucking crazy you are making me?” he whispers, looking into my eyes as he holds my body in his arms.

I shake my head, I don’t know. All I know is how crazy I am for him. To be honest, I have never really understood what it is he sees in me. It doesn’t matter, as long as it never goes away. He pushes into me again, harder this time, making me gasp.

“You make me hard just by looking at you.” His hips push forward. “You make me jealous.”

His index finger presses between us. My sex is wet and his finger glides easily over my pleasure spot that aches with sensitivity. I try to steady my breathing as he plays with me.

“You make me feel crazy, wanting you all to myself, all the time.” He nibbles at my earlobe, easing his hips into me and gently kneading his finger over me. “You make everything different, the way I think, the way I feel, the way I fuck,” he hisses, his finger flicking over my clit as he quickly thrusts into me.

I feel a shock of pleasure through my body and I gasp out loud, almost cumming immediately. His finger quickly returns to its skillful massaging motion, keeping me on thin ice, about to break through the surface.

“Tell me how I make you feel,” I beg him not to stop.

Odin closes his eyes, resting his head on my shoulder as he continues pushing into me, rocking his hips sweetly forward then pulling back again. I teeter on the edge of sanity.

“You make me feel human,” he whispers into my ear, the meaning of his words mixing with the unexplainable sensation of his finger pressing into me.

A low breath escapes me and I start to cum again, my body trembling beneath him. His breathing grows restless and I feel him burst inside me, filling me again with more warm liquid. It’s a rush I cannot explain, but it consumes me, overwhelms me, and spins me out of control, causing my body to convulse around him as I cum shamelessly.

He doesn’t give me a moment to catch my breath before he carries me over to the bed and lays me down. I think he is going to climb in next to me, but he moves over to his chest of drawers and pulls out the microphone shaped massager. My eyes widen, I’m sure my body can take no more of his pleasure. Odin moves the end table by my head to plug in the massager.

“Odin, I can’t…”

“Shh,” he coaxes, “Yes, you can, and I’m going to make you.”

He turns the massager on, leaning over me on his side, he places it on my swollen sex. It’s soothing at first, the vibration low and only touching my lips. He holds it still, bending his head down to kiss me. I wrap my fingers through his hair, kissing him in a dreamlike state of mind. The massager moves, parting the lips of my sex and I feel it on my swollen clit.

“Ah!” I cry as it touches me.

Odin sinks his teeth into my lower lip, distracting me from the brutal sensation between my legs. My whole body vibrates, stirring up a storm of cruel sensation inside me. Odin pulls his lips from mine, and I’m instantly panting. He moves down toward my nipples, pulling one in his mouth and sucking hard.

“Oh,” I moan, my body tensing all over.

The massager turns up and my muscles pulse for a moment then relax. Odin’s teeth sink into my nipple and I cry out! He gently moves the massager around, and the vibrating racks through my whole body, bringing all my senses down to the knot of nerves humming between the lips of my sex. I take deep breaths, moaning as I exhale each one. I pull hard at Odin’s hair, but he refuses to let free my nipple as he sucks down hard. I cum, as an orgasm so deeply intoxicating floods through my entire body. I sit up involuntarily, Odin still working at my clit with the massager and teething on my breast. My muscles contort and I feel a rush of warm liquid escape from my sex, running down my behind as I lose control of myself. Tears escape me, all my senses, my feelings, and my emotions coming together in one too intense moment that breaks me. I fall apart with a scream before I slam my head back into the pillows and arch my back in sadistically painful pleasure.

I’m vaguely aware of the massager turning off. Odin’s arms pull me over so that I’m lying on top of him. He is hard again, and I am so wet with his cum that he easily glides right inside me. He holds me down to him and I struggle to gain back any sense of myself. I have no idea why I’m crying, I’m not sad. Odin flexes his hips, sinking into me. His arms hold me down on his chest and I hug his sides, laying my face on his shoulder as his cock pushes into me.

“That’s it Lila, cry for me. Feel for me! I want all of you,” he whispers, desperately pushing himself into me.

I grip his arms, helplessly lost to my own emotions as he continues to lay his claim on me. I can feel him inside me, thick and desperate for another release. My body shudders on top of him, as he moves faster.

His arms embrace me so tightly that I find it almost impossible to breathe. He cums hard, so hard I can feel every muscle in his body flexing beneath me. He whimpers, crushing me into him as he lets himself go one last time, pouring his seed into me. Then finally he releases his grip on me, letting me fall to his side. He rolls so that he is facing me, and with his thumb he gently wipes the tears from my eyes. I fall asleep while he kisses me tenderly on the top of my head. Some voice deep inside my head, behind my closed lips whispers,
I love you.

Chapter 31
Club Sin

Saturday afternoon Keila calls me, excited to be going out tonight. Odin has left to run some quick errands and I’m in his kitchen cleaning up after an early lunch.

“So we’ll pick you guys up at eight?” she asks.

“Yeah, I will text you if we’re gonna be running late.” I tell her.

“So what are you doing?” Keila starts a polite conversation while she has me on the phone.

“I’m just cleaning up a bit. Odin went out to grab something.”

“Odin left you in his house alone?” Keila sounds surprised.

“Uh, yeah…” I trail off, wondering what the big deal is.

“Odin has a huge peeve about people being in his house when he isn’t there.”

“Oh.” I didn’t know that. I wonder what the hell is in that room upstairs that’s always locked.

“I have no idea why, but Cole is the only person he’s ever given a key to.”

“Well, I don’t have a key,” I assure her, flattered to know that Odin trusts me enough to have left me here alone.

I hear Cole on the other end of the phone, needing some kind of help in the kitchen. Keila excuses herself, reassuring me that they’ll pick us up at eight, unless she hears otherwise.

When Odin comes home, he’s bought me an iced vanilla latte from Starbucks and a present in a dark red bag with black ribbon handles. Looks sexy.

“Thank you,” I say as he hands me the coffee and the bag. “Should I open it now?”

Odin takes a seat at the breakfast bar and motions for me to go ahead. I feel his eyes on me as I set my coffee down on the counter and push the black tissue paper out of the way. I pull out first, a pair of shiny red high heels that have a layer of black lace over the red. They are incredibly sexy! Underneath the heels is a red dress that also has a layer of black lace. It’s a halter top with an open back and looks very short. I pull it out and hold it up to myself.
I’m going to look like the sexiest hooker on the planet if I can wiggle my way into this dress!

“Wow, thank you! I hope it fits!” I smile at him in excitement. It’s definitely not lingerie, but I dare say it might be sexier and definitely classier.

“Try it on.”

“I still need to shower.” I blush for some unknown reason.

“Better hurry,” Odin says, amused.

I nod and make my way to the stairs.

“Keila called and said they’ll be here at eight,” I let him know as I walk up toward his room.

“Then you better really hurry,” he says more serious, with a very suggestive smile that has my legs moving faster toward the shower.

The dress fits like a glove! The shoes are a stunningly sexy fit, but they’re not comfortable in the slightest. I will have to drink a lot to not feel these after a few hours. It’s not quite seven when I walk downstairs and Odin is cooking a light dinner. The look on his face when he spots me on the stairs is priceless. He’s practically drooling. He turns the heat down on the stove and meets me at the bottom of the stairs. He takes my hand and kisses the back.

“I’m afraid I have one more thing for you,” he says, looking up at me hesitantly. He reaches in his jeans pocket and pulls out a square black jewelry box, too large to hold a ring. I frown, unable to read his expression as I take the box from him.

Inside there is a black leather collar etched with Celtic knot work. Dangling from the front, is a silver heart lock, holding the collar together.

“Really?” I look up at him, surprised.

He’s watching me, trying to decide if I’m mad or amused. “It’s how you show you belong to someone. If you show up without a collar everyone is going to try to take you home,” he explains.

“Okay.” I shrug, letting him know that I’m not opposed to wearing his collar to the club. I guess I have a lot to learn.

“I thought this one matched the outfit rather well and I’m kind of excited to be the one wearing the key,” he says with his devilish grin, as he holds his wrist up to expose a silver ring bracelet, with a small key as the charm.

Is it really so obvious that he already holds the key to my heart? I pull my hair up, exposing my neck so he can garnish it with his collar. Then I drop my hair and turn again to face him. He gazes down at me.

“Delilah, you look…” words fail him, causing me to blush.

I walk past him, making my way to the breakfast bar, well aware that he is following me.

“Is it true you don’t like people in your house?” I catch him off guard, as I swing around to face him.

His expression changes, but his body language stays the same. He stands in front of me, our body’s touching. “You could say I like my privacy.” He doesn’t give out any information.

I can tell he wants a shot at me before we leave. I walk away from him again, and stir the contents he has left on the stove. “Is it because of the room you keep locked upstairs?” I ask bravely.

He looks at me strangely. “No.”

I believe him. I turn off the stove, and swing my hips freely as I walk back over to where he is leaning on the breakfast bar. He watches me intently.

“When are you going to show me what’s in there?” I ask, resting my hands on his shoulders and staring up at him.

“That depends on how tonight goes.” Odin smiles, taking me in his arms.

He kisses up and down my neck, caressing my breasts through my dress. Desire stirs in me. I kiss him, pushing my lips into his. He bunches up my dress, grabbing my bare ass in his hands. I push up against him, pressing myself into his erection that is flexing beneath his pants. He pulls my hair so that my face is pulled away from his. My eyes widen in shock for a moment until I see the completely wild stare in his eyes, the stare that says
I’m going to fuck you.
The same excitement tackles me and I smile wildly back at him.

He stands up, still leading me by my hair, he forces me to turn around. He pulls my head to the side, sinking his teeth into my neck, just above my leather collar. My belly is pushed up against the breakfast bar, and Odin grinds into me, sucking hard at my neck. His hand moves up my thigh, then slips between us, moving my thong to the side so he can play with me. I moan as he pushes his finger inside me, making me wet. He toys with me until I want him so badly that I’m pushing my back up against him, begging him with my body. I hear his pants unzip, then I feel his erection make its way between my legs. Odin pushes me down onto the counter and hoists my hips up so that I’m barely touching the toes of my high heeled shoes to the ground.

Then he eases his way into me, filling me up completely. He pulls out almost all the way then swiftly pushes into me again. I moan with the first few powerful blows. The tag of my collar clicks on the tile breakfast bar. Odin’s hands are fastened around my hips as he heaves into me over and over. I can see my hot breath leaving a fog on the tile that disappears again each time I inhale. I shut my eyes, concentrating on the feeling of him inside me. It’s exquisitely strange that when I’m under him, I feel like I’m on top of the world.

“Lila,” he whispers my name softly and a rush of emotion fills my heart.

“Yes,” I whisper back, telling him I feel it too.

I can feel him behind me, breathing harshly on my back as he leans over me. I push myself against him, wanting to pull him in deeper. My body moves with his, and finally I feel his body shudder, and he releases into me. He lays his forehead down on my back, and I lay happily sandwiched between his abs and the cool tile breakfast bar.

“It’s almost eight,” I hate to pull him out of his mood, but we have yet to eat.

“I still need to get dressed,” he says, backing slowly away from me.

“I will reheat dinner,” I say, pulling my dress back down, adjusting my thong.

Odin heads up the stairs and I take his place behind the stove. There are two white chicken breasts atop a bed of grilled spinach, onions, tomatoes, and mushrooms, glazed in olive oil and pesto. It smells delicious and as soon as it’s warm enough I put some in a bowl for myself and cover the rest in the pan.

Odin barely starts in on his bowl when his doorbell rings.

“I got it.” I smile at him, allowing him time to scarf down his dinner. Cole and Keila are at the door and I’m completely surprised by the limo I see parked behind them.

“Hey!” Keila says, hugging me. “You look fucking hot!” she exclaims, taking in my outfit in the porch light.

I invite them in for a minute. Odin is just putting his bowl in the sink and Cole produces a bottle of red wine.

“Care for a glass before we take off?” he asks, clearly in no hurry at all.

Odin looks to me.

“Sounds great!”

Keila is helping herself to the wine glasses above the bar and I steal a minute to myself in the bathroom. I feel like I belong on the cover of a high-class porn magazine. Not one of the cheap ones you can get at the corner store, but the kind you have to pay a hefty amount to subscribe to. Astonishing to even myself, my favorite part of the outfit isn’t the shoes, as sexy as they are, but the collar that is anchored to my neck.

In the kitchen there is a full glass of wine awaiting me as Cole and Odin talk about cage fighting, and Keila stands quietly, glued to Cole’s side. Now that I know more about their relationship, the signs of being a Dom and a sub are more apparent. I have a feeling I can learn a lot from Keila, although I think that Odin’s reasoning for wanting to inflict pain on me is way darker then she imagines. But then, maybe she knows more about Odin then I do, in which case she can enlighten me further.

Keila seems relieved to have someone to talk to. We drink our wine down and she tells me some things about Club Sin after admiring my collar. I can see that she is also wearing a purple choker, caked in fake diamonds that sparkle in the light. There is a purple heart charm that reads Cole’s Old Lady.
How freaking cute is that?
It matches her purple dress, if you can even call it that. The top is purple lace and her ethnic skin shows through between all the boning. The only thing that is really covered is her boobs. Connected to the bottom is a purple skirt that barely covers her ass. She has lacy thigh high stockings and silver sparkly shoes and she looks like a total playboy queen.

“Shall we?” Odin gestures toward the door and I quickly polish off my glass of wine, leaving my cup on the breakfast bar.

Cole and Odin look like they’re going to any club. Each of them is sporting jeans and tight fitting t-shirts. Odin grabs my purse and a coat for me from the closet by the front door. Cole too drapes his coat around Keila as we head out toward the limo.

“I can’t believe you guys got a limo!” I say as the chauffeur opens the back door for me.

“We always get a limo,” says Keila like it’s no big deal.

“Yeah, no one ever wants to be DD,” says Cole. He and Keila sit across from Odin and me in the back seat. Between us is a table, and Cole lifts the top, exposing a well-stocked mini bar.

“Drink?” he asks me.

“Surprise me,” I say since I can’t see around the top of the table.

Cole shakes up some martinis, handing one to me and Keila, then pops the top off of a few beers, and hands one to Odin along with a shot. We all clink glasses, and Cole puts the table top back down.

Club Sin looks exactly like a sex club. There is a small line of people out front and two bouncers dressed in fine suits standing at the door. The building is a few floors tall and has red neon lights, illuminating the outlines of girls in sex positions. There is a huge red light that says SIN over the large tinted glass double door. To my surprise, we follow Cole right to the door and the bouncer greets him by name and lets us inside, ahead of everyone who is waiting.

“You guys regulars?” I ask Odin as we enter.

“V.I.P. members, actually.”

Oh.

Inside, everything is black leather and red velvet. The song playing on the speakers is about sex, though I don’t catch enough of the lyrics. I fit right in. There are girls dressed in just about nothing everywhere I look. Some of them have collars and some are even led around by a leash. As I glance around I notice one woman who is wearing an entire black latex outfit and black stilettos. She looks Hispanic and well into her forties, though she has the cougar beauty of Catherine Zeta-Jones. Her long black hair touches her butt, which is all but bursting out of her latex suit. She has behind her a very good looking boy, who hardly looks of age, on his knees. He is wearing tight leather pants and a spike collar, attached with a leash that she holds in her hand. He’s not wearing a shirt and his skin glows red in the lighting.
Wow!

“What do you think?” Odin asks, holding my hand as we follow Cole and Keila into the lounge area.

I don’t know what to think, this is… hot, degrading, sinful, and enticing. So many things I had never even thought of before Odin. “I’ll give you a report when we leave.” I smile, as I take in more of the ambiance.

I’m already a little buzzed from the drinks we had in the car. I’m glad I didn’t smoke a bowl before we left or I’d probably be feeling shy rather than social. We sit down at a booth around a glass table that has neon lights changing color inside of it. There are two other couples having drinks who greet us. One of the girls seems to know Keila, and they are lost in conversation before I’m introduced. Sitting at our table is a chubbier blonde girl in a sleek pink dress and sitting next to her is an older man, probably in his fifties who is wearing a pink collar that says Sassy’s. I take it he belongs to the lady in pink. They seem like an odd couple. He whispers in her ear and she nods, looking at me. Then he holds his hand out for me to shake.

“Hi, I’m Scott.”

“Lila,” I say taking his hand.

I feel Odin’s grip on me tighten, but he’s quickly distracted by Cole.

“This is my mistress, Sassy,” he says making the proper introduction.

She doesn’t shake but nods her head in my direction, regarding Odin more so then myself.

“Care for a drink?” Odin asks.

Though I don’t much care to be left alone here, I request another martini. He gets up, leaving Scott and I sitting next to each other at the table.