Tangled in a Web of Lies (27 page)

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The next morning I drag myself out of bed, leaving Odin passed out while I get fixed up in the mirror in the bathroom. When I come out he’s sitting up in bed.

“What’s up, baby?” Odin asks with a smile that almost knocks me over.

“Nothing. You ready to get going? We got a lot of road to cover if you want to make it to Vegas tonight. You said we were gonna get up at 8:00am.” I remind him, since it’s now almost 11:00.

“Yeah, then I got all shit faced with my buddies, and now I gotta slight hangover to nurse,” he says rubbing his head.

“I could go for some coffee myself. We can always stay another day if you want. It’s not like I have a job to get back to anyways.”

“That’s true. We can afford another day.”

I’m not in any hurry to go home. Although now that I know home is going to be Odin’s house, I’m excited. 

Odin rolls out of bed ready to go. A few flicks of his fingers through his hair, and two boots later, we’re on our way down to the motel’s renovated kitchen.

It’s empty of all but the two of us and one woman, moving her way through the kitchen cleaning surfaces. Her face lights up when she sees Odin, and she gasps as she pulls him in for a tight embrace.

She has dark hair, and dark eyes, and she’s wearing an adorable apron around her full figure.

She regards him like a son, slapping him with her dust rag for being gone so long as she helps him set up a coffee pot.

Odin introduces her as Donna Young, Mason’s mom and his “Shannon of a different life”. She pulls me in for a hug and then sits with us and has coffee.

We’re telling her about California when another member, wearing a cut strolls in. He’s older looking, long grey beard and a bandana holding his hair out of his face. His smile turns cold when he finds Odin. Then he casts a sympathetic glance at me.

“Surprised she’s still here,” he says about me, to no one in particular.

“Good morning, West. Can I get you some coffee to stuff in that overactive mouth of yours?” Donna is quick in her defense, making me love her already.

“Sure, Donna, I’ll have some coffee.”

Donna eyes him warily as he takes a stool, drags it around the breakfast bar, and sits directly in front of Odin.

I sip my coffee, pretending to be unaware of the tension in the room as West stares down Odin. Donna sets a cup of coffee in front of West, but he never moves his eyes from Odin as he takes his first sip.

Donna walks away for a minute, filling the sink full of water.

“You know,” says West, leaning toward us. “You were a strange lookin’ kid back in the day. But you turned out to be quite the lady killer, didn’t ya?” He laughs at his own joke. He looks at me to see if I will laugh at him calling my old man a funny looking kid. But I get the other side of the joke, and I don’t find it funny at all. My eyes say as much as I glare back at him, contemplating tossing my hot coffee in his face.

“That’s real original. You come up with that yourself?” Odin doesn’t let West get the better of him.

West just shrugs. I drink faster, hoping to get out of here before rude comments become fists and elbows.

“Thanks for the coffee, Donna.” I smile as I set my cup in her sink full of soapy water.

“Real nice to meet you sweetheart.” She wipes her hands off on her apron to hug Odin and me one last time.

We don’t make it half way out the door before I hear Donna start yelling at West. I look up at Odin who has a huge smile on his face.

We spend a day at the New Olean’s charter club house. They have a huge potluck BBQ and it’s good to see Odin hanging out with his old friends.

We hit the road on the chopper around noon the next day after Odin says all his goodbyes. We’ve been lucky to get mostly good weather, even though it’s nearing Thanksgiving. I’m bundled up well in jeans and my property of Odin jacket.

Being on the bike, free in the cold wind is liberating. It’s like I’m a bird, and I can spread my wings and fly wherever the road takes me. It’s the best therapy along with smoking pot, and having sex. I tighten my arms around Odin, happy to be sharing the ride with him.

We pull into a motel on the East side of Texas just before sundown. They have a steak dinner served in the diner, and Odin and I take full advantage of the buffet style mashed potato bar.

The next morning, just as we’re about to get back on the bike, Odin’s phone rings.

“It’s Cole,” he tells me before he answers. “Hello,” he says into the phone, tossing one foot over his bike.

“What’s that?” I can only hear his side of the conversation as I take a seat behind Odin, and pull my helmet on.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me?” he yells irritated. I wish I could hear Cole, but my helmet muffles everything.

“Well is it?” Odin asks, pissed. “That’s just fucking perfect. I fucking told you something like this would happen!” “Yeah, I bet she is. You’re just lucky she didn’t go fucking shoot your stupid ass.” Odin shakes his head, letting out an irritated sigh. “So you want to crash at my place because you know Shannon is going to rip you a new asshole? Yea I’m not really thrilled about your decision either. I think you’re a fucking idiot.”

What the fuck did Cole do?

“Fine, crash on my couch. But your ass is gone when me and Lila get home,” he warns. Odin hangs up and shoves the phone back in his pocket.

“What’s that about?” I ask.

“Some stripper from Cat Play showed up at Cole’s house pregnant. Says it’s his.”

“Oh shit!”

Odin just nods and starts the bike. I shake my head, unable to believe Cole would cheat on Keila. Then again, maybe it’s the result of a threesome.

Odin and I spend our last night in Vegas. As opposed to spending the night down in the casino, or taking in a show, Odin has me tied up on the bed. I’m on my knees with ropes holding my legs in position, calves pressed against my thighs. My arms are bound behind my back in what Odin calls a dragonfly knot. He uses a pillowcase to cover my eyes, but I can hear him clinking ice around in a cup as he makes his way towards me.

“Who does this body belong to?” he asks, flicking his cold finger up and down on my nipple.

“You.”

“Who?” He pinches my nipple, and I smile.

“You, Master,” I repeat. “To do with as you wish.”

His cool fingers glide up my shoulder, then his palm moves down my back, plucking each rope that holds my arms bound. He reaches my ass, and grips it firmly in his hand.

“So beautiful.”

I smile inside the pillow case, feeling my heart flutter in my chest. I’m wearing nothing but my panties, and Odin drops an ice cube into them. I tense a little, feeling the cool burn between my lips. His hand moves up my torso, gently tickling my skin with his cool fingers. I bite my lip, concentrating on the way it feels.

His warm lips caress my nipple, sucking it into his mouth. His hand grasps my neck, and squeezes gently. It’s still bruised from him choking me out at the slaughterhouse, and my throat burns instantly as his grip tightens.

I moan, needing an escape from all the sensations. Odin’s hand moves between my spread thighs, and pushes the cool wet panties against my skin, cradling the last sliver of ice between my lips. Two fingers push inside of me, just as he sucks my nipple. He pulls his head back, stretching the tender skin of my breast.

I gasp, soaking up the pain like a drug, harmful yet addicting. His fingers move quickly, and forcefully. It’s intense, and intoxicating.

“The things I want to do to this pussy,” he whispers, his palm pressing at my clit through my panties. I push my hips into his hand, as much as I can with the ropes binding me. “You like it rough, don’t you baby?”

“Yes.”

Odin’s slaps my inner thigh and I scream playfully.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, Daddy.” The month we spent apart has me rusty. I know better than to forget to address him by one title or another when we play. Although I kind of think it’s hot, coaxing spankings out of him. I never knew letting go, and submitting would be so liberating. But here, in these binds Odin as me tangled in, I am free. Free to love with my whole heart, and know that it won’t get broken, free to feel pleasure like I’ve never felt before, free to experience new things, feelings and sensations.

Odin’s mouth releases my nipple, only to come back with an ice cube between his teeth. My already hard nipple tightens as the ice is pressed against it. Odin’s fingers move once more, sinking deep inside me. My breathing gets desperate, soft moans escaping with each exhale. 

“Mmm,” he groans, feeling my pussy tighten around his fingers.

“I’m gonna cum,” I whisper, feeling the familiar pressure building inside me.

“Not yet, baby.”

I try hard to hold it in, but every plunge of his fingers into my pussy sends me closer to the edge. His palm kneads against my clit through my moist panties. His teeth grind against my nipple, and my breathing catches.

“Odin, I can’t,” I plead, desperately trying to hold back an orgasm that he has all the control over.

“Here, this should cool you down, baby.”

I hear the ice clink in the glass, and both of Odin’s hands move between my legs. One hand pushes my panties aside and the other pushes an ice cube inside of me.

I jerk away from him instinctively and he slaps my pussy hard.

“Don’t pull away from me!” he hisses, pushing yet another ice cube inside my body as I try desperately to sit still.  The muscles in my lower abs try to push the ice back out, but Odin’s hand stays rested over my entrance, holding them in.

His hand moves slowly, rubbing my clit with his palm again. He reaches inside the back of the pillow case, and grabs a hand full of my hair, pulling my head back. Then his lips are on my neck, sending dark chills throughout my body.

I can’t fucking handle it. My body starts to tremble, moving closer and closer to the point of no return as Odin’s fingers dip back inside me. What’s left of the melted ice, trickles out around them.

“Don’t cum, Lila.” His voice is stern and full of warning.

“I can’t help it,” I say breathlessly.

His fingers slide out, and his hand lands hard against my pussy, slapping my clit. I cry out, as my body jerks in my ropes. His hand comes down hard a second time, spanking, and torturing my pussy.

“Please,” I beg him to make me cum.

“Please, what?” he asks amused.

“Please may I cum on your cock?”

He stands up on the bed, and pulls the pillow case from my face. My eyes burst open to find his hard cock, throbbing in front of my face. He holds the back of my head, and eases himself into my mouth. I suck him hard, trying desperately to get him to the point of need I’m at. He groans, using my head as leverage as he thrusts his hips into me.

He starts out slow, but quickly picks up pace. He moves my head back and forth, forcing himself down my throat. Tears prick my eyes, suppressing the urge to gag as I choke around him. But I can tell it turns him on, it makes his cock thicken.

“That’s it baby. Fucking suck me,” he groans thrusting faster, holding my head tight in his grasp. My hair pulls at its roots as I clamp my mouth around Odin’s massive cock. He pushes at the back of my throat, forcing me to swallow him a few more times. Just as I feel him getting close, he pulls himself free. I just want to cum so bad, I can hardly stand it. I’d touch myself if I could reach.

Odin eases me down onto the bed, so my face is flat against the comforter. My legs are spread wide, heels pressed into my ass by the ropes, and my arms struggle in the bind behind my back. Other than possibly being able to roll over, I am helpless. Odin gets behind me, and presses his hand on the small of my back, displaying his power over me. I am immobile, completely at his mercy. I feel his cock between my ass cheeks, and he uses his hand to glide it toward my pussy. Before he enters me, he slaps my ass hard, no doubt leaving a thick red hand print.

I cry out, but it’s all pleasure, loving his dominance, his passion, and his roughness. He does it again, not bothering to smooth his hand over the skin between spankings. His cock thrusts inside me, and I gasp. He hits bottom on the very first thrust. Then he immediately backs it up with a good slap on the ass.

“Yes!” I scream, begging him to keep going. He thrusts again, harder this time, penetrating my g-spot that his fingers already worked over. His nails dig into my ass as he thrusts again, and again. I scream into the pillow, taking everything he gives me, and loving every second of harsh penetration. His fingers dig into my ass cheeks as his thick cock stretches me so wide it burns.

“Fuck, Lila. I want all of you, baby. I need you. Fuck, I need you bad,” Odin hisses behind me. His words do things to my body that my brain can’t even fathom. Muscles inside me flex and tighten. Before I know it, I fall into a dark orgasm that burns its way though me, scorching every nerve I have along the way. Odin pounds into me, thrusting so hard my bones shake inside me.

“Scream my name, baby. Tell me how much you fucking love it!” Odin growls over my moans. He sinks himself deep inside me, and I cum hard around him, screaming his name over and over. Then I feel him stiffening as warm cum releases inside me.