Dungeon Building (8 page)

“Did you put clamps on my list?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Ones with weights?”

Evelyn swallowed. “No, Sir.”

He took a step away and swatted her ass. After a few moments, he swatted it again.

Evelyn jerked as he slapped her ass one more time. The movement pulled on the ropes that kept her in place.

“What are you going to do?” Two more hard slaps. Evelyn was in heaven.

“Put clamps with weights on the list.” Two more slaps and he was back behind her, cupping her breasts once again.

“What else did you think of?”

Evelyn repeated it with excitement: crops, floggers, a whip, the clamps, rope, and as if it were an afterthought, a spreader bar.

“Pretty boring,” he said. “I thought you might be a little more creative than that.”

“But it’s what you asked for,” she said. “Those were the items you listed when you visited the basement.”

“Which means they’re staples.” He pinched her nipples, and she cried out. “I want something that’s different, something you’ve never tried before.”

“Um, that would be a lot of things on the list. Remember, C—”

“Don’t say his name and don’t ever compare me to him again.” He pinched her buds again. “If you do, we go home and you don’t get fucked.”

“Yes, Sir Logan.”

He squeezed her breasts. “I’ve been thinking about our dungeon. It is the season of giving, you know.”

“Yes, Sir.” Where exactly was he going with this?

He moved in front of her, and she mourned the loss of his heat. She was starting to get cold. “I want you to select six items, different things that you’ve never tried. I want the list by Saturday.”

“Why six?”

Even in the moonlight she could see the frustration that crossed his face.

“Evelyn, this is not an interview for a story. This is your future Master, telling you what to do. Are you going to question what I want, or are you going to do as I say?”

“Six items,” she said.

“Yes. Sort of like the song the twelve days of Christmas, only I want to do six. You’ll get two a week until Christmas Day, and then you’ll get a surprise, from me.”

“What sort of a surprise?” she asked, and then she clamped her mouth shut. She opened it long enough to say, “I’m sorry, Sir Logan. Sometimes I just…” She closed her mouth again.

“We’ll work on that.” He stepped up to the post. Evelyn was shivering, her nipples painfully hard in the icy air. “You just need to remember that you’re a journalist at work, and a sub at home.”

“Yes, Sir Logan.”

He put his lips on hers, but he didn’t kiss her. She remained perfectly still, not wanting to break the intimacy that was building. And then she shivered.

“Cold?”

“Very.”

“Well, I’m not officially your Dom yet, even though you allowed me to tie you up so sweetly tonight.” He brushed his lips against hers. “I like to fuck while my sub is tied up. It shows how she surrenders control to me and lets me do whatever I want with her.”

He pinched her nipples again. “Do you like being at my mercy, Inky?”

“Yes, Sir Logan.” She bucked her hips as he cupped her pussy.

“You’re ready for me.”

Evelyn nodded, because she was afraid that, if she started to talk, the words that came out would remind him that he’d promised to make her sweat. And that hadn’t happened yet.

She watched as he undid the ropes at the bottom of the posts. Then, he said, “Scoot as far back as you can and lower your head to the post.”

Evelyn complied, spreading her legs without being told. He tightened the ropes on her arms so that she would be unable to move from this position. Then he went behind her and smacked her ass.

“Did I tell you to spread your legs?”

“No, Sir Logan.”

“We’re going to have to keep a whiteboard to help track all the swats you’re going to earn. You’re a bad girl, Inky.”

There was no way she could turn her head to look at him, but she wanted to. For a moment, he didn’t touch her and she whimpered, not from the cold but from need.

He touched her gently, tracing his fingers along her ass, from one side to the other. “I’m going to enjoy disciplining you, Inky, because you need it desperately.” The soft caress turned into a hard slap on her ass. Evelyn groaned.

The groan turned into a deep moan when he cupped her pussy. “I’m going to claim you here tonight.”

“Yes, Sir.”
Now, now, do it now!

He pressed his thumb against her opening. “Will this be mine?”

“Yes, Sir.” His finger dipped inside her. Evelyn wanted to move, wanted to beg him to take her. Instead, she remained silent.

“That’s good, Inky.” He rotated his thumb, and she whimpered with desire. “You’re already wet for me, and so very tight. Will my prick fit?”

“Yes, Sir, it will fit wherever you want to put it in my body.”

“That’s a banner headline,” he said.

“Fuck me,” she whispered. “Please, Sir, fuck me.”

He removed his thumb and replaced it with two fingers. “Like this?” He moved them slowly.

“No.” She hoped she didn’t sound like she was being too demanding.

“Then tell me, Inky, and be specific. What do you want me to do?” He was moving his fingers in and out, intensifying the need that had already taken over her body. They’d been out here at least ten minutes, and she needed to move, to—

“Put it in me, put it in me! I want your cock inside my pussy! Oh fuck me!” she yelled as Logan replaced his fingers with his dick. She cried out repeatedly as he left her, slammed back in and left her again.

Logan put his hands on her shoulders, holding her completely still while he plundered her pussy, and there was, Evelyn was sure, no other word for it. He fucked her hard, and as promised, sweat started to build up under the scarf and ropes around her midsection, and around the leather cuffs on her wrists.

The mixture of her hot fluids on her cold skin was delicious, and it added to the intensity of the sensations racing through her body. Logan fucked her furiously, and Evelyn lost track of the time, of the elements, of everything.

When he grasped her hips tighter and thrust harder, Evelyn came. She was pretty sure that, if it hadn’t been for the hitching rail, she would have fallen to her knees and wept for the exquisiteness that was the orgasm running through her veins.

“Logan,” she whispered. Her shoulders ached from the pull of the ropes. Her body shook as he continued to pound into her. “Please.” She wasn’t sure what she was begging for, but she continued to whisper his name, her words hesitant as she shivered.

He ignored her pleas, his cock moving in and out of her, hitting just the right spot. Evelyn never came from fucking, until tonight. Even with the machine she had to put a vibrator on her clit to climax.

She was pretty sure she was going to come again, though, because Logan obviously knew her body better than she did. He hit the spot repeatedly, and Evelyn exploded again, this one harder and more intense than the last one.

Logan grasped her hips as her knees started to buckle. He stroked her back, or rather the ropes that he’d used to decorate her.

“Easy, Evie, easy.”

“Gonna…need…” The ability to complete a sentence had left her.

“Relax for a few minutes, Inky, and then I’ll let you go.”

Evelyn’s eyes closed. The cold air caressed her hot skin, creating an intriguing combination that Evelyn found she really enjoyed. She was going to have to tell Logan that outdoor sex in November was something she wanted to try again.

“You do realize you came, twice, without permission.” She heard his zipper go up, and she wondered about the condom. What had he done with it? Come to think of it, she hadn’t even seen him put it on.

“You’re not my Dom yet, remember? Officially, that is.”

He undid the cuffs on her wrists. “Oh yeah, that whiteboard is definitely coming into play. And it’s going to come preloaded with about a hundred swats.”

Chapter Five

By the end of the week, the downstairs bathroom was almost done, the mayor’s break-in was unsolved, and Evelyn was craving Logan’s dick. After the outdoor fuck, which she had begged to repeat the next night, he’d informed her that she couldn’t have any sex until Saturday night.

She’d stared at him, her mouth open before she’d finally uttered,
“Excuse me?”

“Saturday is going to be a big day,”
he’d said.
“You should be ready to leave your house around ten, and then we’ll play that evening.”

“Why do we have to wait that long?”
This had been on Thursday.

Now, on Friday, they were sitting in his truck, in front of the café where they’d just eaten lunch. Evelyn was accustomed to people watching them as if they were a novelty act. She wondered if the townspeople expected the new couple to have sex in the booth while they waited for their food to be delivered.

“You’re the only man I know who will go days without sex,” she said as she rubbed her palms together. “Please, just a blowjob?”

“Here?” He gave her a look that made her stomach do a few flips.

“If I thought it would get me an orgasm, I’d say yes.” She looked out the passenger window. “But I know it won’t.”

“Tomorrow night,” he said. “You can wait that long. When are they going to be done with the bathroom?”

“Monday or Tuesday, but you know building projects. I’m betting on Thursday, or even Friday.”

“Hmm,” he said, disapprovingly. “I’ll talk to Sparky. If it’s delayed too much, it cuts into my plan.”

Evelyn turned to him. Her stomach went into motion again. He was the most gorgeous man on the planet, and that thought made her nervous. She didn’t want that sort of idea floating around in her mind.

“Would this be the plan where you send me gifts at the newspaper, things I can’t open in public?”

“That’s the one.”

They’d already had several discussions about the presents being delivered to the paper. She would face a slew of questions from Marsha with each package, and she wasn’t good at lying. Her face was too expressive.

“Why do you delight in embarrassing me?”

It was a fair question. One she hoped he answered. He leaned toward her and squeezed her thigh.

“I read an article one time about a Domme who forced her sub to go to the store and buy a lot of feminine products, including different sizes of pads and boxes of tampons. He had to load up the cart, then walk around the store with them. She told the interviewer she secretly hoped he would run into friends who would question him. It pushed his boundaries. It was a way of embarrassing him.”

“Humiliation,” she whispered.

“Exactly.” He traced his finger up the seam of her jeans, over her aching pussy. “And whether or not you want to believe it, you actually like it. If not, I would have, at some point this week, been told in no uncertain terms that you wanted me to stop. After all, you had no problem pushing my hand away at the movie.”

“I don’t like to be embarrassed,” she protested.

“I think you like me teasing you in front of others. I think it gives you a rush.”

“No.” She shook her head.

Logan cleared his throat, as if he were getting ready to give a long speech. “Humiliation has different meanings for different people. I’m using it to push your boundaries. You want me to spank you and fuck you and tie you up, but you want to stay in your shell. The idea that someone might discover us, whether you want to believe it or not, fascinates you.”

“Bull.”

“You went without panties at the movie theater.” He pressed harder on her pussy. “If I told you to go to a city council meeting wearing a butterfly vibrator on your clit, you’d do it.”

“That’s not embarrassing.”

“There’s the potential for it, and for discovery, especially if I had the remote and was sitting in the back of the room. There’s always the possibility that it would make enough noise for someone to hear, that you’d squirm in your seat and someone would ask you what was wrong—that you’d come if I turned it on high.”

His low, seductive tone reinforced her need to come right now. “Logan, you’re…please don’t do this to me. Take me somewhere so I can come.”

“I’ll take you back to the office, and you can fidget in your seat. Tomorrow, morning, if you behave tonight, I’ll let you come before we leave town.”

She pounded her fist against the dashboard.

“There are some marks for the whiteboard. I’m going to have to come up with a good system for that.”

He started the truck. Evelyn crossed her arms over her chest. They drove in silence, and when they reached the newspaper, she exited the cab without saying another word.

As she headed for the building, she heard the window of the truck roll down. “Inky!”

She stopped, debating about whether she should turn around and answer him. Don’t act like a baby, she admonished herself as she walked back to the truck.

“Frustration does not give you the right to be rude.”

“You’re being a pig, if you’ll pardon the pun.” She put her hand on the window. They were words she never should have spoken. “I’m sorry. I’m frustrated, and…”

“Too late.” He glared at her. “We’ll discuss your apology tonight.”

“It’s your turn to cook,” she reminded him.

“Be naked when I get there.” He pulled away from the curb, and Evelyn wanted the earth to open up and swallow her. Why had she spoken those words? When would she ever learn to behave herself?

He was right, though; there was no way to take it back. She’d have to face the penalty. She went into the building. In the newsroom, she found Marsha sitting in the chair by Evelyn’s desk, staring at a shoebox-shaped package placed in the middle of Evelyn’s desk.

Evelyn’s stomach clenched. Logan hadn’t said anything to her about sending gifts now. In fact, he’d said the lag in the restroom construction would push him behind.

She sat down at her desk and glanced at the box. It was nondescript—a brown box, kept closed with clear tape.

“Do you think it’s going to do a trick, Marsha? Is that why you’re watching it?”

“I wonder what your sweetie sent you,” Marsha replied. “It was on your desk, and I saw you coming in, so I thought I’d sit here so I could get a front-row seat for the opening.”