Read Caught in the Devil's Sheets Online
Authors: Jesse Johnson
Kelli is sitting down in a booth when I walk into Savannah Grill. There are two iced teas sitting on the table. I take my seat, all smiles as we start to catch up. She tells me about the latest drama at the hospital and that she thinks Cody is going to propose soon. Apparently she was snooping on his computer and saw he had a rather large charge at Costco.
“And he didn’t come home with anything. So I’m thinking it might be a ring!” Kelli has wanted to get married for a while, like since the first year they started dating.
I hope for her that she’s right. I seriously hope Cody didn’t just blow a few thousand dollars at Costco on nothing.
“What’s the latest with Odin?” she asks.
Kelli is finally getting used to Odin. She’s still disapproving of our sexual relationship, and when she heard we went with Cole and Keila to Club Sin and that I wore a collar, she about threw up. “That is so fucking degrading!” were her exact words. Agree to disagree.
“We’re good. I was actually just talking to my therapist about possibly dropping the ‘L’ bomb on him soon.”
“Ooh!” Kelli smells good drama. “What do you think he will say?”
“Hopefully, ‘I love you, too,’ but honestly I have no idea. He might freeze up, laugh at me, leave… I have no idea.”
“Wow. Well good luck, dude!” she says, genuinely wishing me well.
“Thanks!” I say, digging into my grilled sandwich.
“So… Cody heard that Jaime is getting out this month,” she says.
I grimace. “Yeah, I heard that too.”
“I thought he was looking at more time.” She’s just as confused as me.
“Yeah, me, too. But the lawyer had said that he’d get half time ’cause the jails are so full. Maybe that’s why they’re cutting him loose early. We all know he’s not getting out early because of his good behavior!” I joke, rolling my eyes.
“Riiiight!” says Kelli completely agreeing with me. “Are you worried at all about seeing him?” she asks, more seriously.
I take a deep breath, emptying ketchup onto my plate. I look her in the eyes for a moment of truth.
“Yeah. I am.” Odin keeps assuring me I have nothing to worry about. I have put the house up for sale and I’m looking at getting a condo with my share. That will be the last tie I have to Jaime. But I know he’s pissed as hell, and when he’s high, he’s as unpredictable as a stray dog.
“Are you afraid he’s going to hurt you? Or are you afraid of the confrontation that might arise when you see him all the time?” she narrows it down.
“I don’t think he’d come after me. But you know Jaime. Who’s to say? If he starts using, who knows what he might try to do. Please don’t tell anyone I said that.” I look to her in confidence. If Odin knew I was afraid, he’d take measures I’m not prepared to think about to ensure my safety. And I’d just assume no one know I’m afraid of Jaime. I chose not to live in fear. “As far as seeing him, I hope I don’t see him much. I mean, Odin wasn’t invited to a lot of our parties, and Jaime and I had never even been to Cole or Odin’s house. I’m sure he’ll get used to seeing me around. I have to see his dad and his sister and his friends. They’re pretty used to just politely ignoring me. Hopefully he will do the same.” I say in all hopes. As far as I know, Micah is still holding out the blackmail on Jaime, but I’m not sure how long that will last.
“That would be nice,” Kelli agrees. “How’s the Elk Lodge?” she asks on a much lighter note.
My summer job at the Elk Lodge has been amazing! I can’t believe I have already been there three months! “I love it! My boss, Gus, is super cool. He lets us hang out in his office and smoke pot after hours. And he’s super cool about it when we need a day off, even if it’s last minute. I have met some really cool people there and my coworkers are pretty chill for the most part. There is this new busboy, Danny, and he is always hitting on me. He’s asked me out for a drink twice and I told him I have a boyfriend! Odin noticed and I got to deal with all that.” I remember him threatening to run Danny boy off the road and give him a good warning.
Kelli rolls her eyes, knowing just how possessive Odin tends to be. “Bet that was fun!”
“Oh loads! And Danny just won’t quit. I even told Gus that he kind of creeps me out, and Gus totally made fun of his attempts to hit on me in front of everyone in the bar. It was cruel, but I think it shut him down, thankfully.” I try hard not to laugh at the memory of Gus telling Danny his lines wouldn’t even work on a high school girl. That he’d be better off playing the fields of the middle school.
“Two weeks ago, we had a music festival and it was really busy. Rick showed up with some girl and so did Jeff and Fish and a few other ‘anti-Lila members’ as we call them. They sat in my section, so I passed them off to Lisa, but that didn’t stop Rick from coming up to me and harassing me. He was like ‘What’s it like waiting tables? Kind of a pay downgrade huh?’ to which I didn’t respond. And then later they got drunk and started insulting the service in general, trying to make me look bad, but I wasn’t even their server. Then I was behind the bar and Rick yelled to me, ‘Hey, whore! How ’bout you get me another drink? That’s what you’re paid for now!’”
Kelli gapes at me as I tell her this. “Luckily, Gus overheard and threw him out. He was pretty pissed. I’m pretty sure it was him who tagged my car in June.”
“Really? I thought you suspected Erica.”
“I did, only because she’s the only person I know who hates me and is of that maturity level, but something about Rick calling me a whore made me think it was him. Or maybe they did it together,” I say, playing Sherlock Holmes in the case of the profanely vandalized car.
“Wouldn’t surprise me,” Kelli agrees.
We finish up lunch and I get the bill. Kelli leaves a cash tip and we head out.
“Good catching up, dude. See you soon?”
“Yeah, call me. I’m totally free on Friday afternoons,” I tell her.
We hug and I hop into my Mustang. I chose to leave the top down and it’s nice and cool as I head home, my hair wildly flying like flames around me as I drive.
It’s Friday and I have less than two hours to get my ass to Odin’s house. If I’m not in his driveway waiting on him, I can count on a good paddling. Not that I oppose to a good paddling from Odin! He doesn’t like to waste a minute of our weekends together. I come through my front door and immediately strip my clothes off for a shower. I shave my unmentionables, knowing full well they’ll be getting lots of attention tonight. I wash my hair and as I step out of the tub, I let the wet tendrils fall around me, air drying. I shake it out over the bath mat, soaking it. I pack a few things into a beautiful Ed Hardy suitcase. It’s black and has a hard plastic shell, with hearts and skulls encased in ribbons that say, “Love kills slowly.” It matches my car mats and a king size fuzzy blanket that Odin got me out of the blue last month. Unfortunately, Odin leaves for Chicago tomorrow and we only get to spend tonight together. I have a sexy surprise in store for him.
I put on a red strapless corset made of fake shiny leather and carefully lace it up the front. I pull out red lacy underwear to match. Then I choose red high heels from my closet and a black halter dress to throw over my sexy under clothes. I wrap a red shiny belt around the waist of the dress so the shoes don’t look out of place and toss my Converse into my suitcase.
I’m in the driveway at 5:05 and 20 minutes later, Odin’s truck pulls up beside me. “Hey, beautiful,” he greets me.
I hit the button to put the top up on the Mustang. I had let my hair dry in the wind on the way here and it’s huge. Thick, fluffy red curls envelope my face and shoulders.
“Hey.” I stand up from my seat and we meet with a sweet kiss.
I have come to love weekends! Too bad this one will be cut short. Odin gets my suitcase for me and I lead the way to the front door. He unlocks it and lets me go in ahead of him. No sooner does he walk in behind me that he drops my suitcase at the door and his hands seize me, pulling me backward into him, and he gropes my breasts and kisses my neck. Our lips meet, and his hand moves down to reach under my dress.
“Oh no!” I stop him.
“Excuse me?” he’s shocked.
I never tell him no. I turn around to face him, shyly. “I have a surprise for you,” I say trying not to blush.
“Oh.” His attitude changes from shock to excitement. “I like surprises.”
“Then you’d better get upstairs!” I tease.
“What’s this you’re ordering me upstairs?” He raises and eye brow at me, tilting his head in challenge.
I can tell he’s happily intrigued. “Go on!” I point a finger toward the stair well.
He scoffs jokingly, walking backward so that he stares me down as he heads for the steps. He wastes no time climbing them. When I hear his door open and I know I’m out of sight, I quickly pull my iPod out of the suitcase, bringing up the playlist I premade last night when I planned out this surprise.
I leisurely make my way up the stairs, passing the pool table on the way to his room. I glance at the spare room. Odin has only taken me in there a handful of times. I have very mixed feelings about it. On one hand, I love the scary factor, just like I love a good horror flick. But at the same time, Odin is so dark and cold in there and I have a hard time with that. As much as I like the games we play, I need his affection. I crave it.
Odin is sprawled out on the bed. He’s taken his shirt and pants off and he lies on his back, legs spread wearing red checker boxers. He is the hottest thing I have ever laid my eyes on. I focus on the muscles of his pectorals. It’s more than obvious he swings a hammer five days a week. The muscles of his abs are tight and they ripple all the way down to his hips where they form an overwhelmingly sexy V shape.
I bite my lip, a rush of desire taking me. But I have a job to do! I place the iPod on the dock on his dresser, the dock I talked him into getting, along with the stripper pole that now stands a few feet from the foot of the bed on a platform. Needless to say, it didn’t take much talking in to. I hit play and
Sweet Dreams
by Marilyn Manson begins playing as I stalk sexily toward the pole.
Odin watches every step I take. Manson begins singing of sweet dreams and I put my back to the pole, facing Odin. I stare him in the eyes and I bend at my knees, bringing my ass all the way down to my red heels and then back up again. The pole behind me keeps me steady. I slowly unfasten my belt. Holding it up, I lick the red plastic from buckle to notch, then let it drop to the floor. My gaze returns to Odin. His eyes glow a wild shade of blue. I hold the pole in one hand, dancing around and kicking one leg high in the air and I arch backwards so far that my hair touches the floor.
I stand behind the pole, still facing Odin and bend at the knees again, straddling the pole this time. I stand up and pull my black halter dress up and over my head, exposing my red pleather corset and matching lace panties. I hear him gasp as I toss my dress aside. I swing around the pole with my legs outstretched. Then I straddle it again, spinning down toward the floor. When my butt touches the base of the pole, I bend my knees, reaching up the pole and using it to pull me up. I jump up, showing off my newest move. I wrap my legs around the pole above me and hang upside down. My legs hold me in place and I slowly spin around, using my hands to grope my breasts, holding them into my strapless corset as I do. When I’m faced away from him I grab the pole beneath me. Letting my legs untwist, I bring my feet once again to the platform. I snake my body up one side of the pole provocatively, not looking at Odin but feeling his eyes on me the entire time. I hold the pole with one hand and pick my right leg up, extending my heel. I use my free hand to caress my outstretched calf and thigh, holding my leg in this position. Then I let myself fall toward the floor. The hand I have on the pole catches me.
I dance freely, noticing that my seduction is clearly working when I glace over at Odin, whose erection is standing alert outside his boxers. As the song comes to an end, I spin slower and I graciously let myself slide down the pole to the floor. The next song to come on is Rob Zombie’s
Pussy Liquor.
Odin’s eyes are on me like a hawk. I sway back and forth on the pole. I kick my shoes off, one in each direction. Facing Odin with my back to the pole I push my breasts forward and tilt my ass back against the pole, letting a wave ripple through my body. I mouth the words, “I like to get fucked up, fucked up!” with the song behind me. I can tell I’m driving him insane, and he takes his cock in his hands, stroking its length. I turn my back to him, still letting my body do the wave this time with my front to the pole and I hurriedly untie the corset in the front. When the strings are free, hanging from the last loop, I open the corset, holding it out on both sides so Odin can see I’ve taken it off, but still hiding my breasts from his view. I drop the red corset and grasp the pole with both hands as I lean back. I’m looking at Odin from an upside-down view. My boobs perk up, falling forward toward my face. He squeezes himself.
“You are so fucking hot, baby,” he says, and my confidence spikes.
I attempt my new move on the pole again. Throwing my legs above myself and spinning upside-down in nothing but my panties. I use my hands to caress my nipples as I slowly circle the pole. Odin watches, eyes thirsty, and his hand grows restless on his cock. I gracefully return to my feet. Stepping off the platform, I face the pole, my backside to Odin. I loop my thumbs in my panties, bending over and putting my ass in his face. I slide the panties down and step out of them. I hold them in my hand, swinging them in a circle above my head like a lasso as I make my way onto the bed and climb on my knees up Odin’s legs until I’m perched on top of him.
“Fuck, baby!” he hisses, letting go of himself so I can slide over him.
I think I’m just about to take him, when he stops me and sets me to one side of him. The music is still roaring loudly in the room, which makes it hard to communicate. I watch as he takes a spool of red rope from the dresser drawers and brings it back to the bed. His erection is so hard that it barely moves as he walks toward me. He then takes my hands and faces my wrists upward. He wraps a figure eight around them, then twists the rope around the excess rope in the middle until there is no slack in the six inches between my hands. He stands up on the bed and pulls on the rope until I’m on my knees, suspended from the bed, and leaves me sitting with my bottom resting on the backs of my calves. He wraps the red satin sheet around my waist. Then I watch as he takes a camera out from his end table.