Dungeon Building

by Melinda Barron

  He released her bonds and ordered her to stand. He gave her a thunderous look when she tried to shield herself from Jesse’s view.

  “You know what to do,” he said to her. She put her hands behind her back and bowed her head. After she’d stood there for a few moments, he told her to get a pen and paper, and sit down at the kitchen table. She moved slowly, which was good, because Logan was pretty sure she wanted to sprint from the room.

  “She’s wonderfully submissive,” Jesse said.

  “She wants to be,” Logan countered. “But she is so strong-willed. We have lots of work to do.”

  In his mind he could imagine living here with her, waking up to this view every morning. When he came home from his shift, he would put her on a leash and lead her to the dungeon.

  “You going to collar her?” Jesse asked.

  “That’s the plan,” Logan answered. “I just don’t know how long it will take us. If you’ll excuse me a moment, I have to go explain the second part of the punishment.”

  He found her at the table, her hands clasped in front of her.

  “Good girl,” he said, knowing how much she hated those words.

  “Thank you, Sir Logan.”

  “We’re making progress,” he answered. “Take up your pen and write, I will obey my Master.”

  She stared at him as if he’d grown a third head. “How many times?”

  “Until I tell you to stop.” He patted her on the head. “Jesse and I are going to work. You do as I say.”

  As he left the room he heard her mutter something about grade school. He let it pass. The two punishments mixed together would teach her a lesson.

  He found Jesse sitting in a chair. “I need a sub in my life,” his friend said. “It’s time.”

  “I’ll talk to Evie about you and Suzanne coming over for dinner next weekend. How does that sound?”

  “Perfect,” Jesse said as he stood. “Now, let’s get going. We’re burning daylight.”

  * * * *

  Her hand was cramping, and she hadn’t even filled two pages. It was on Logan’s first pass through the living room, as he and Jesse were coming back from carrying in a huge box, that she realized the plug inside her was also a vibrator.

  Logan turned it on, and she thought she would come from the sensations that flooded her body.

  The spanking was supposed to be punishment, but she loved the pain. The punishment was knowing Jesse watched, that when she saw him in public now, she would remember that he’d seen her naked, with a plug up her ass and a flogger marking her skin.

  Her cheeks reddened as the two men came into the room after they’d made several trips.

  “Punishment, just like they gave out in school,” Logan told the chief.

  “Clever for a writer to have to write as a punishment.”

  “I thought so.”

  As they moved through the house, Evelyn realized that Logan had bought more than she thought he had. She wondered what was in the boxes, but knew that, since they were meant to be presents, he wouldn’t tell her.

  The vibrator inside her hummed, and she shifted in her seat. Evelyn was pretty sure that, if she moved her legs just right, she might come, and Logan would be none the wiser.

  Well, he wouldn’t be, but she would. As she thought about the items downstairs and let her mind drift off in different directions to what she and Logan would do with them, her words turned into doodles. By the time Logan was standing in front of her, she’d filled two pages with squiggly lines, and three pages with the words he’d asked her to write.

  “You’re not good at following directions, Inky.”

  She looked around him. “Where’s Jesse?”

  “He’s upstairs. We’re putting together one of the pieces of equipment I bought. You and I are going to use it tonight. Consider it an early Christmas present.”

  She smiled sweetly. “Thank you, Sir Logan.”

  “I think you’ve earned it,” he said. “But you won’t be thanking me if you don’t get busy. You’d better fill two more pages with the words I told you to write, or you’ll be going to bed with no orgasm. Understand?”

  “Yes, Sir,” she replied. She started to write, fast. As she moved the pen across the paper, she heard an electric drill working. Were they attaching something to her wall, or even to the ceiling?

  She would find out soon enough, if she finished her words. She wrote furiously, some of the letters almost illegible. As she worked, she realized how little she used a pen and paper anymore. She took some notes in meetings, but mostly she used recorders or tablets.

  Evelyn was just pondering if she should change the way she did things when she felt a pat on her back. She turned to find Jesse standing there.

  “Have a good time tonight, Evie.” He kissed the top of her head. “I’m happy to see you and Logan together,” he whispered near her ear.

  “Thanks, Jesse.” She wasn’t sure it was enough to say, but she didn’t elaborate.

  Logan showed him out, then came back to inspect her work.

  “Sloppy, but it will do. This time.” He took the pages, folded them, and then took them to the trashcan in the kitchen. Evelyn wanted to scream. All her hard work and he put it in the trash.

  “Upstairs,” he said. “But get down and crawl up there.”

  Evelyn dropped to her hands and knees. As she made her way to the stairs, she thought that tossing her pages was the biggest part of the punishment. It was hard to see something you’d worked so hard on discarded.

  She was sure Logan knew that, though, and would use that tactic again.

  At the top of the stairs she paused to get her breath, and wiggle her ass to try and reposition the plug inside her. It had become a little uncomfortable while she was sitting during her punishment.

  “What are you doing?” Logan asked from behind her.

  “The plug, it…” How did she ask him to take it out without sounding like she was trying to tell him what to do?

  “Get in the bedroom, unless you want to go back to the table.”

  Evelyn crawled in. The sun had set while she’d been downstairs, but Logan had set up candles around the room, three large ones on wooden stands that she’d never seen before.

  Placed right before the big bay windows was something else she’d never seen…well, part of it, anyway. It was a bench, with four wooden posts for legs and a leather strap down the middle where she would straddle it.

  Set up behind it was her fucking machine.

  “On the first day of dungeon building, my Master gave to me, a new bench for my fucking machine. Sure beats that crappy couch you had downstairs.”

  “Sir Logan, I…thank you.”

  “You’re welcome, Inky. Now mount it so I can watch you use it.”

  Evelyn crawled to the machine. The closer she got the more details she could see. The wood was a dark red, the leather padded. Manacles were attached to where her legs and arms would rest. It also seemed as if the legs would move, so that she could be spread wider if her Master decided.

  “Get on,” he ordered.

  Evelyn put her hands on the bench and pulled herself upright. She stared at it, not quite sure what to do. She’d never been on one of these before. This one looked very sturdy, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t nervous about getting up on it.

  “What are you waiting for?” he asked, his tone not harsh, but not happy either.

  “Just trying to figure out the best way,” she said as she continued to study the apparatus. “I’ve never been on one before.”

  “Act like it’s a horse,” he said. Now he sounded amused. “Throw your leg over and mount it.”

  Evelyn started to follow his instructions, but as she lifted her leg the plug shifted again.

  “Ouch.”

  “Is your friend becoming a pain in the ass?” he asked.

  “Yes, Sir Logan.”

  “Well, I guess it has served its purpose. Go in the bathroom and take it out. I put cleaning items on the co
unter.”

  It was a relief when the toy slipped out of her. Evelyn took the steps to clean it. Back in the bedroom, she found him standing near the bench. He looked at his watch.

  “I don’t like to wait,” he said.

  This time she didn’t hesitate. She threw her left leg over the bench and let her weight rest on the center. She grasped the arms and lifted her left leg to the footrest. It didn’t wobble, so she placed her right leg on it. She was the only thing shaking. The bench was stable. She sighed in relief.

  “Steady?”

  “Yes, Sir Logan.”

  He didn’t say anything as he secured her wrists, first the right, then the left. When he was done there, he did her legs. The ankles she’d expected, but when he strapped her thighs to the legs, she gasped.

  “Comfortable, Inky?”

  “A little nervous,” she admitted.

  “Good.” He slapped her ass. “I told you a week ago that I wanted to watch you with your fucking machine. Time for that wish to come true.”

  Excitement mixed with her nerves as Logan moved the machine between her legs. He worked the dildo into her pussy, but didn’t turn it on.

  “There’s a sight,” he said. “My new toy with a toy inside her.”

  Then he flipped the switch. It was slow at first, and Evelyn wanted to beg for more speed. It didn’t take long before she got it. He increased it slowly, until finally it was at its top tempo, moving in and out of her at a rapid pace.

  “Look what came with it.” He placed a low chair in front of her. He opened his pants and sat down. It was at the perfect height. “Suck my prick, you little slut.”

  Logan grabbed a hunk of her hair and directed her face to his cock. She opened up and took as much of him as she could, but that obviously wasn’t enough for him. He kept her in place, thrusting his hips toward her so that his dick hit the back of her throat. She gagged and tried to get away.

  He pulled her head up. “Catch your breath, then get back to work.”

  Evelyn’s body shook again, this time from pure pleasure. This was a whole new experience for her, and she found that she loved it, every single bit of it, from being strapped to the bench to having Logan shove his dick in her mouth.

  He kept at her, giving her chances to try and recover. When he let go, she knew he hadn’t come. She lifted her shaky gaze in time to see him covering his cock in a condom.

  The dildo behind her was doing its job. Her need to come was strong.

  “Let’s see if I can work my dick in your ass while your friend is in your cunt.” He went behind her, and she could hear a few clicks of gears. The angle of the dildo inside her changed, and when it pushed in again, it hit the spot that sometimes made her soar while she was being fucked.

  When he mounted her, she tensed. He slapped her ass. “Don’t you want me inside you, Inky?”

  “It’s been a while since I’ve had two dicks,” she told him. She didn’t add that she’d never had a real one and a fake one at the same time.

  He didn’t acknowledge her words. Instead she felt cold lube hit her anus as his cock penetrated her.

  “Sir Logan?”

  “Yes, pet?”

  “I…oh,” she groaned as he delved deeper inside her. “It feels so good.”

  “What feels good, Inky. You know how I like you to be very exact.”

  “Your dick in my ass—that’s what feels good.” Her body shook as he pushed farther into her bottom.

  He slapped her ass, and she groaned again. “Good thing I’m not one of your teachers. You’d get an F for that sentence structure.” He slapped her ass one more time. “Try it again.”

  He was killing her, because he’d stopped moving totally. The fullness of his half-inserted dick and the fully inserted dildo was almost too much. She needed him to move. Now.

  “Sir Logan.”

  He snaked his hand to her breast. After he’d captured a nipple, he pinched it. “Do as I say.”

  “Sir Logan.” Evelyn worked to get herself under control. “I love having your dick in my ass. It feels so good.”

  “Much better.” He pinched her nipple one more time. “Consider that a reward.”

  He grasped her hips and continued his advance. Soon, she was full, so full she thought she would burst.

  “You’re so fucking tight, Evelyn. I thought the plug would open you up more. Have you been fucking your ass with the machine?”

  “Not lately, Sir.”

  He didn’t move for a few, long, sensuous moments. But when he did, Evelyn’s body quivered as he set up a rhythm to the dildo sliding in and out of her pussy. The sweet motion was incredible. Evelyn wasn’t sure how much more she could take. Her nerves were on edge. She’d been that way the whole day, from the trip to Tucker Mattson’s place to being flogged in front of Jesse to being double-penetrated by Logan and the fucking machine. It would probably take her a week to recover.

  She closed her eyes, willing herself to relax. Logan was in control, and she knew he would make sure she found release, or at least she hoped he did. The bench held up fine under her weight, and the added pressure of Logan fucking her.

  The dildo hit her sweet spot repeatedly as Logan claimed her ass.

  It wasn’t long before she was shaking again, harder this time from the effort of trying to control herself. “Need…to…please, Sir Logan, please.”

  “Do it.”

  It was a good thing the bench was there, because when she came, Evelyn thought she would fall flat to the ground and burst into flames. She felt Logan grasp her hips tighter, felt him thrust harder, and she knew that he’d followed her.

  She saw spots before her eyes, felt her muscles turn to goo. Logan ran his hand up and down her back, and told her, “Just relax. It’s okay. Take a few deep breaths.”

  He dismounted, and the machine stopped moving. “I’ll be right back,” he said.

  When he returned, he released her, thighs first, ankles second, and finally her wrists. He helped her to stand, wrapping his arms around her when she was free of the bench.

  “You okay?” He stroked her hair.

  “I’m not sure,” she said with a laugh. “Ask me again in a little bit.”

  She nestled against his shoulder. “Thank you for my bench.”

  “It’s the first of many new toys,” he said as he led her toward the bed. “They’ll all be as fun as this one, I’m sure.”

  Chapter Seven

  Monday morning came too early. It had been a busy weekend, what with visiting Tucker and getting her first present for the dungeon on Saturday, and Logan being called to assist gathering evidence in the investigation into a murder that had happened in a neighboring town on Sunday.

  People thought that small towns were idyllic and didn’t have any problems, and Evelyn had thought the same thing when she’d first moved here. She’d learned quickly that wasn’t the case.

  Nothing shot that fact home more than this morning as she pulled into the newspaper parking lot and found Madeline Rusin waiting by the front door. She was pacing and smoking.

  Since it was only seven thirty in the morning, Evelyn was pretty sure this wasn’t a social call. She parked her car and got out. Madeline hurried toward her before Evelyn shut the door.

  “Is everything all right?” Evelyn asked her as the woman grabbed her arm.

  “I need to talk to you.”

  “I’m listening,” Evelyn responded even as dread rushed through her. It wasn’t unusual for people to contact her first thing in the morning, if they’d been arrested the night before and didn’t want that information to be listed in the newspaper’s police report. Evelyn always told them the same thing: all arrests made the paper. She didn’t play favorites, no matter who had been nabbed.

  “I need to ask a huge favor.” Madeline continued. “Tell me you’ll do it.”

  ‘Tell me what it is, first,” Evelyn said. “I never promise anything I can’t deliver on.”

  Tears leaked from Madeline’s eyes,
and Evelyn put her arm around the older woman’s shoulder. “Let’s go inside and have some coffee.”

  “No.” Madeline pulled away. “You have to promise me that, if you get another package like the one you got with my frog, you’ll call me, and not Logan.”

  That wasn’t what Evelyn had expected to hear. First Penn and now Madeline? Her friend was going to be disappointed. “Why?”

  “I can’t tell you that, Evie, please, just promise me. They’re my things, after all, stolen from my house.”

  “True.” Evelyn said to stall, as she figured out what to say next. “But Madeline, they are stolen property now. It has to be turned over to the proper authorities. You’ll get it back.”

  “That’s not the point!” Madeline said, her voice shrill.

  “Calm down,” Evelyn told her. “You need to come inside and relax for a minute. Tell me what’s going on. Maybe I can help you.”

  Madeline opened her mouth to speak, but closed it when Marsha pulled into the lot. The reporter parked near the door. After she got out she waved. Evelyn waved back, but Madeline just stared at her.

  For a minute, Evelyn thought Marsha would walk toward them. Instead she turned and went into the newspaper office.

  “I’m asking you as a friend, Evelyn,” Madeline said when the lot was empty except for the two of them. The older woman was pissed. “If you can’t do this for me, just say so.”

  “I want to say I can, because of our friendship. But you’re asking me to do the impossible, something that could interfere with a police investigation, and get me into legal trouble. I won’t do that.”

  “You would have done it before you started fucking Logan.” Madeline looked like she could spit fire. “Aren’t journalists supposed to protect their sources?”

  “You’re not a source, Madeline. You’re a victim. If you want to come inside and tell me what’s happening, I can consider you a source. But until then, I can’t. And there are laws about being in possession of stolen property.”

  “It wouldn’t be stolen if you gave it back to me, the rightful owner. Quit thinking about the man who plants himself between your legs and think of me. I need your help!”