Dungeon Building (13 page)

“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!”

Evelyn took a step away from her friend. She’d never seen the older woman like this. There was obviously something besides the burglary going on. “Madeline, I—”

Madeline closed the distance. She poked her finger into Evelyn’s chest and said, “You will help me, or you will regret it. I know what Logan likes in the bedroom. He dated a friend of mine in Denver. I’ll spread the most vicious rumors about you that anyone in this town has ever heard. You’ll be out of a job, and you’ll have to leave Clearwater.”

Anger almost made Evelyn say something she shouldn’t. Instead, she stepped around Madeline. “This conversation is over.”

Evelyn headed for the building. She heard Madeline call her name, telling her she’d regret her choice. But Evelyn ignored her, making her way to the building. When she was inside, she stopped and took a deep breath.

“What the hell?” Marsha asked. “I could hear her yelling in here.”

“Obviously, Madeline is in some sort of trouble.” She told Marsha about what the mayor’s wife wanted.

The two women exchanged looks. “I’m not calling Logan about this,” Evelyn said. “If I get more packages, sure, I’ll turn them over, after I see what’s in them. But I’m under no obligation to tell him what just happened.”

“You’re right. But we need to do some checking on Madeline, see what we can find out. Want me to do some digging?”

“By digging you mean talk to the gossips?”

Marsha puffed out her chest. “I know the best ones in town, ones that know how to find out things that not a lot of people know.”

It didn’t take but a minute for Evelyn to make her decision. “Do it. I’ll take care of things this morning, and you and I can meet for lunch and discuss what you’ve dug up.”

Marsha dashed to her desk and picked up her purse. She was already dialing her cell phone as she pushed her way out the door.

Evelyn sat down at her desk. The encounter had shaken her. She’d been accosted by many people about running stories and reporting arrests, but she’d never had someone who had always been so nice to her turn into such a vile creature.

“Evelyn.” She turned to see Jack, one of the pressmen, standing at her desk.

“Yes?” she said, even as she asked herself, what now? He handed her a brown paper box. “This was outside the pressroom door this morning. It has your name on it.”

“Thanks, Jack.” She took it from him. If Penn were here, he would be screaming about fingerprints. She set it on her desk, then turned to watch Jack walk back to the pressroom. The paper didn’t run today, but they were printing a small weekly from a neighboring town. It was the only reason the pressmen came to work on Mondays. If they hadn’t, there was no telling when the package might be found.

The more she thought about it, there was no telling how long it had been there, since nobody had been at the office since Friday afternoon.

Now she had a dilemma. She could call Logan, and have him confiscate whatever was in the box. Or she could call Marsha and tell her to get back to the building. Or she could put the box under her desk and let Marsha work her magic and see what she could find out this morning. Then they could open it together.

After careful consideration she opted for the latter. She put the box under her desk and turned to the phone that had just started to ring. It promised to be a busy morning.

* * * *

“You want to repeat that?” Evelyn turned away from Mark Parker, the sports editor. He rarely came in on Mondays, but today would have been the day. She held the phone closer.

“I said I need to talk to you, now.” Marsha sounded as if she’d just seen a ghost. “Privately. Very privately.”

“So the newsroom is a no-go?” Evelyn asked.

“Meet me at your house, as soon as you can,” Marsha replied.

The phone went dead. For the first time that day, Evelyn was glad Mark was there to man the phones. “I have to go to a meeting,” she told him. “I think I’ve handled all the ‘I was arrested this weekend’ calls, but if you get any more, tell them to call back tomorrow.”

“Will do,” he said. Evelyn wished she had his ability to blow off everything. She went to the business office, where the main phone calls were handled, and told them she and Marsha were both going to be out of the office for a while.

“Try to take messages instead of sending calls to Mark.” She turned toward the door. Then she stopped and turned back. Jack finding the package this morning presented her with a problem, one she needed to cover now. “I’m sure I don’t have to remind everyone that tampering with someone’s mail is a federal offense. If you talk about any letters or packages that arrive in this office with anyone, they’d better have a subpoena in their hands. If not, you’ll be out of a job.”

This time she did leave, proud that she’d managed to, hopefully, put the fear of God into the staff.

Once in the newsroom she gathered up her things, including the package Jack had given her that morning. She headed out the door, only to run into Logan.

“Where you going, Inky?”

“Nowhere.” She tried to keep the box to her side. It was light, and not very big, smaller than a shoebox.

“I thought we might have lunch together,” he said. “We have some dungeon planning to do.”

He was so close to her she thought he might lean down and kiss her. Instead, he said, “What’s in your hand? Not something I sent you. They shouldn’t be here yet.”