Evelyn's Journey

by Melinda Barron

  “We’ll find who did it,” he told a group of older women, all of them widows who lived on their own. “Don’t you worry about anything, and if you get frightened one night, you give us a call at the station, and we’ll come check things out.”

  It put a smile on Evelyn’s face and made her regret the way she’d let two words remind her of something so bad, and influence the way she acted.

  When they were in his truck, she cleared her throat. “I’m sorry. You’re probably mad at me.”

  He hadn’t started the vehicle. He turned in his seat, and she shifted her gaze to him.

  “I’m not mad, Inky, just confused. You were playful earlier. You didn’t want to do it, but you followed my directions and you had fun. And then you shut down. Why?”

  “Should I make something up, or tell you the truth and risk that you’ll get pissed?”

  He narrowed his eyes just a little. “Always tell me the truth, no matter the consequences. That’s my number-one rule. Without the truth there can be no trust. We haven’t had that conversation, which is a bad thing. We sort of dived in headfirst. We need to sit down and chat. But first I want to hear why you pulled away when you were having so much fun.”

  “Well, the fake story would be that I didn’t want to get caught.” Evelyn took a deep breath and told him the real reason she’d pushed away his hand.

  Silence filled the cab of the truck. It was Logan who broke it. “You carry a lot of anger toward that man.”

  “He made me feel about two inches tall,” she said. “He was always telling me how fat I was, how I didn’t please him.” Now that she’d started, she couldn’t stop. “And it started good. I was a sub, and we were having fun. And then all of a sudden I was a slave with no rights. He gave me no choice in anything.”

  “That’s not going to happen with me, Inky. I promise you.”

  She knew from years of working with him on stories that he always told her the truth, and she had no reason to believe he wouldn’t do so now.

  “Look at me,” he ordered.

  Even though it was dark, light from a nearby lamp illuminated the cab. She could see his face. His gaze was serious, his mouth in a thin line.

  “You will never be a slave to me, Evelyn.” She loved that he’d used her real name. “What I expect from this relationship is a Dom/sub pairing. I will lead; you will follow, but you have the choice to not participate. You will never lose your rights with me. I will try to push you, true, but I don’t expect you to be a doormat.”

  He’d used that expression before.

  “We need to set a safe word. You know the rules there. Utter that word and everything stops.”

  She wanted to tell him that Carl had told her that, then gone back on his word. But Logan wasn’t Carl.

  “Doormat,” she said, returning his serious look.

  “Safe, sane, and consensual,” he said. “I don’t do slavery.”

  “Thank you for that,” she whispered. She jumped when there was a rap at the driver’s-side window.

  Logan rolled it down. “Evening, Officer Riley.”

  “Evening, Lieutenant.” The young officer looked past him. “Evie.”

  “Josh.” She waved at him.

  “The chief asked me to check the parking lot to make sure everything was okay,” Josh said. “I just wanted to say hi before I left.”

  You just wanted to see if we were necking. “We’re fine,” she responded. “Just chatting.”

  “We’re trying to figure out the best place to go parking,” Logan said. “I’m a bit out of practice at this sort of thing. Got any suggestions?”

  “Logan!” She swatted his thigh.

  Josh was laughing. When he stopped, he said, “It’s a school night. That means the lake area is probably empty.”

  “Thanks, Josh.” Logan started the truck. “By the way, got any spare condoms on you?”

  Evelyn buried her face in her hands and screamed. She looked out the other window so she didn’t have to listen to the two men chuckle, and see if Josh actually did give Logan a condom.

  “I can’t believe you just did that to me,” she said.

  “Evie, you have this idea that people think I came to your house to have tea. The townspeople know we’re fucking.”

  “You haven’t fucked me yet,” she shot back.

  “I fucked your mouth,” he reminded her. Her nipples hardened. Yes, he had, and it had been damn good. “Right now, we’re going to the lake, and I’m going to bend you over the bed of the truck and screw you until you scream.”

  Evelyn’s mouth dropped open a little. “It’s thirty degrees outside. I have a nice, warm house we can go to.”

  “Inky, by the time I’m done with you, we’ll both be sweating.”

  Chapter 4

  When they reached the lake, it became obvious to Evelyn that coming here had been part of Logan’s plan all along. He crossed to an area not open to the public that was shut off by a gate. He pointed a clicker at it, and the metal swung open.

  “Magic,” he said when she asked how he’d come by the device. That wasn’t true. It just meant there was one more person who knew she would be out here getting fucked tonight.

  She needed to come to terms with that issue. It was as Logan said: the whole town knew they were screwing.

  Logan drove up a steep road and parked by a few picnic tables. Evelyn knew this was land saved for use by the park rangers and their families, mostly because of the steep trails that led to shafts used by miners in the past. Too many people had gone looking for gold in those caverns and gotten lost, or had to be carried out after suffering from dehydration when they forgot to bring water along, or from falling on the rocks. So they’d blocked off the main road and put up barriers to the restricted area. Some people went past them, but it was harder for them to do so.

  He put the truck in park and turned it off.

  “When you get out, take off your clothes,” he said.

  Evelyn wanted to repeat her objection about the cold, but she decided against it. She would follow his lead and hope she didn’t freeze to death before the friction between their bodies warmed her up.

  Once outside she stripped quickly. When she was naked, she bounced up and down on her toes in an effort to stave off the chill. Logan came up behind her and wrapped a thin piece of material around her middle. It hit just under the swell of her boobs.

  “Hold it right under your boobs,” he ordered. She did, fingering the fabric. It felt like silk, the type used in fashion scarves. “I’m going to decorate you with some rope to keep this in place. Just follow my lead and lift your arms when I ask you to.”

  “Yes, Sir Logan,” she said, forgetting about the frigid temperatures. He was right about making her sweat; because she was sure she would be dripping by the time he was done with her.

  It didn’t take him long to secure the outfit. She wasn’t sure what type of rope he used, but he wrapped it around her waist, under her breasts, and over her shoulders. It was heavy, and it felt like heaven.

  “Put your hands in front of you, Inky.” She let go of her new outfit and held her arms together. He surprised her when he pulled his handcuffs from his pocket and snapped them around her wrists. Then he attached a leash to them.

  “Let’s go.” He started off on a trail that ran between the picnic benches. Evelyn was breathing hard—a mixture of exertion from the incline and the eagerness that raced through her. Her pussy was soaking wet, and she was dripping sweat from her forehead by the time the path led them to a clearing.

  She stopped and stared at the opening. In the moonlight she could make out a hitching rail, used to tie up horses in the past. Over the years it had been replaced, and was now used by rangers when they had to take horses into this part of the park. Right now it bore a sign that warned everyone that they were trespassing and in danger of arrest, incarceration, and a fine if they didn’t turn around immediately.

  Logan led her to the center of it. She noticed ropes that
had been attached to either leg of the railing. At the end of the ropes were leather cuffs. It confirmed what she’d thought earlier. He’d planned on visiting here tonight.

  Logan was silent as he undid the steel cuffs. While he bound each of her wrists with the leather, Evelyn realized she hadn’t even considered how cold she was, or the possibility that someone could be nearby, watching the show.

  The ropes kept her tight against the hitching rail. A blanket had been secured over the railing, and it pressed against her skin as she shifted from foot to foot.

  “I didn’t want you to get any splinters,” he said in her ear. “You look delicious, Inky. I can’t wait to fuck you.”

  “Thank you, Sir Logan.”

  He wrapped his arms around her and cupped her breasts.

  “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, and it’s not the six days of Christmas, it’s the six gifts for Valentine’s 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 of 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 5

  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?”