Dungeon Building (3 page)

“I need to go back inside.” She dropped her hands from his body. He put his hands on her shoulders and pushed her backward. Before long she was sitting in the wooden glider near Sabrina’s gazebo.

“Answer my question.”

“He had a nice dick,” she said, as if it should be obvious. “What about you, Lieutenant. Do you have a nice dick?”

“I’ve never had any complaints.” He sat down next to her. “Is that the only thing that kept you with him?”

Evelyn searched her mind. “He was nice, in the beginning. But it didn’t last very long, and then he—” She closed her mouth.

“He what?”

“Nothing.” She clasped her hands in her lap. “I feel as if the world is spinning.”

“That’s because the chair is moving,” he said. “Have you missed having a man in you life, Inky?”

“I’ve managed to get by,” she responded.

“By using the fucking machine in your basement?”

Evelyn gasped. “Logan Hendricks, have you been peeking in my windows?” She groaned. “I may have to file a complaint with someone.”

“So it’s true.” He laughed. “I’d like to see that.”

“In your dreams,” she muttered.

“Dreams can come true, or so they say.” He massaged her shoulder. “I’ll find out when you give me that blowjob.”

Evelyn moved away from him. The cold night air had a very sobering effect on her.

“After tonight the offer is off the table, Logan. Take it or leave it, but it won’t be made again. Ever.”

He was silent for a few moments, and she thought that maybe he would take her up on her offer. If he did, it could open a big can of worms that could get messy, especially in a town the size of Clearwater. The twenty thousand residents would find out soon enough that the town’s newspaper editor and the police lieutenant were playing mattress hockey. When that happened, she would be accused of keeping things out of the paper for her boyfriend, or ignoring a situation if the cops screwed something up.

When he spoke again, she shivered, this time not from the cold.

“I’ll be at your house in a few days, Inky, when you’re nice and sober. You can show me that machine, and then you can suck my dick.”

“Never gonna happen,” she said. “You take it here or forget it.”

“You’ll do as I say, Inky,” he said. “In this part of our relationship, it will be me on top, which is exactly the way you want it, whether you admit it or not.”

Maybe she should start an argument. If she made him mad, he might decide she wasn’t worth the trouble. But then she decided not to. She could turn him down later. Tonight had been hard enough, what with peeing in front of him, and then having Carl try to lay claim to her.

“I need to go home,” she said. She knew tomorrow was going to be an ugly morning for her.

“Yes, you do,” he responded. “Let’s go find your friends.”

He stood, and then helped her to her feet. When they were both on their feet, he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her, deeply. He nibbled at her lips, and Evelyn sighed as he cupped the back of her neck and held her in place as his tongue plundered her mouth.

When he finally let her go, she gasped for air.

“I’m looking forward to feeling your mouth around my prick, Inky. Something tells me it’s going to fit perfectly.”

Chapter Two

“Have a fun weekend?”

Evelyn looked up from her desk, to where her coworker, Marsha St. James, was sipping coffee.

“You look like you drank the whole keg,” Marsha said with a laugh.

“Do I look that bad?” Evelyn reached into her desk drawer for the mirror she kept there. She held it up, then plunked it down on her desk. “You made it sound like I had dark circles or something.”

“You’ve got a headache,” Marsha said. “I can tell by the way you’re holding your head, and there are bags under your eyes. Better put on some concealer before you have to go to the police station for the morning reports. They’ll all laugh at you.”

Evelyn knew she was right, and she didn’t want to set foot near the police station, but not for the reasons Marsha mentioned. She couldn’t believe she’d thrown herself at Logan Hendricks, and he’d turned her down. It was so embarrassing. Sure, he’d said he planned to come by, but that was on Saturday night. He hadn’t shown up at her remote cabin on Sunday, and something told her he wouldn’t be there tonight either.

“Do you want to go for me?” she asked, hopefully.

“Are you kidding? There’s always a mess of reports to go through on Monday mornings, and I have no desire to weed through the drunk and disorderly tickets, or minor in possession of alcohol, to get to the real stuff. That’s your beat, boss.”

“I’ll give you twenty bucks,” Evelyn cajoled.

“No way.”

“Thirty?”

Marsha leaned on her elbows. “What do you know that I don’t?”

Evelyn wondered why she’d tried to get something by her friend. Marsha was a master at sniffing out situations. The older woman was a native of Clearwater and had turned down the editor’s job because, as she’d told Evelyn, she didn’t want to tell her friends she had the choice of running a story, or not, if they were arrested. She wanted to be able to blame it on the editor.

“Nothing, I just… I’m tired.”

“Bull.”

“I’ve got a headache,” Evelyn said.

“Bull.”

“You’re beginning to sound like a broken record, Marsha.”

Marsha laughed. “I’m surprised you know what a record is.”

Evelyn was about to tell her she wasn’t that young when the door to the newsroom opened and Logan came inside. He was carrying three coffee cups, two grasped in one hand and one in the other.

“What incredible balance you have, Lieutenant Hendricks,” Marsha said. “It’s a talent I never knew you had.”

He crossed to Marsha’s desk and put one of the cups down. Then he crossed to Evelyn’s desk and offered her the other.

“Thank you,” she said as she took it, without looking up at him. All she could think about was her saying,
“I could suck your dick.”

“To what do we owe this honor?” Marsha asked.

“I thought Inky could use some caffeine,” he said, as he settled himself in the chair next to her desk.

“Now I know something’s going on,” Marsha said, her voice suspicious. “Was there a big drug bust or something? Does she need the caffeine to deal with what’s happening?”

“Nope.” He took a drink of his coffee. “We happened to run into each other this weekend, and Inky was, well…drunk.”

Marsha’s laughter made Evelyn fume. She glared at Logan. “Get out,” she said under her breath. He stared at her for a few moments, then took another sip of his coffee.

“I wish I could have seen that,” Marsha said. “Where were you? The Broken Spoke? Flannigan’s? And why wasn’t I invited on this trip out on the town?”

“We were out of town,” Logan answered. “Just a get-together with friends.”

“Oh,” Marsha said. She didn’t push the matter. Instead, she changed the subject, for which Evelyn was eternally grateful.

“Where are the doughnuts to go with this coffee, Lieutenant?” Marsha asked.

“Too much of a cliché,” he responded.

Evelyn didn’t say anything and a long, heavy pause filled the air.

Finally, Marsha said, “Stay here, Evie. Logan obviously wants to talk to you about something, and he wants to do it away from the station. I’ll go do the police beat this morning, but you owe me.”

Evelyn stayed quiet as Marsha gathered her things, taking up her notebook, purse, and coffee before she slammed out the door.

“Why did you do that?” she repeated.

“Marsha figured it out,” he answered. “Too much chance of us being overheard at the station. Here we have a bit of privacy. I know the sports guy won’t be in until later, because his car was parked in front of Carol Busby’s house when I passed by.”

“His name is Parker,” she said. “Mark Parker.”

“I know. I just don’t care for him.”

“Speaking of you seeing his car, you realize there’s every chance Marsha is down at the station telling them you brought us coffee today.”

“Not a chance.” He tipped his head in the direction of Marsha’s empty chair. “She could keep a secret from the pope.”

“True.” Evelyn took a drink of her coffee. It was just the way she liked it, with just a little bit of cream. She wondered how he knew, or if he had asked the women at the coffee shop. She decided not to probe too deeply. “Why are you here, Logan?”

“To set up our date. I’m thinking tonight, unless tomorrow is better for you. I guess I can wait one more night.”

“I’m not sleeping with you,” she said, keeping her voice stern. “I was drunk, and it was a bad idea when I made the offer. But it’s off the table.”

“How about nine? That gives me time to make it to my racquetball game at the rec center and then drive to your place. I always wanted to ask why you chose such an out-of-the-way house to buy. It’s not very safe for a woman to be out there all by herself.”

Evelyn had heard that argument before. “I can take care of myself and don’t come to my house tonight. I keep a shotgun by my bed, and I might mistake you for a burglar, or a bear, and use it on you.”

“First off, bears are in hibernation, and second, you wouldn’t shoot. I remember the story from when you, the city girl, first moved to the mountains.”

He chuckled, and Evelyn narrowed her eyes. “I’ve matured since then. Now, unless you have a big story for me, please go away, and don’t come back, with or without coffee.”

Logan set his coffee next to her computer, then stood and stretched. The Clearwater police uniforms—black shirts and blue jeans—outlined him very well, and his crotch was right near her face. She shivered as she remembered the feel of it under her hand Saturday evening.

He leaned over her, one hand on either side, much like he’d done in Sabrina’s bathroom. “Listen to me carefully, Evelyn, because I don’t intend to repeat what I’m about to say. When we’re alone together, you will be submissive. In here, you can order me around, but tonight, and every night after that, you will remember who is in charge. Failure to do so will result in punishment.”

“Trying to push me into it?” She glared at him. Why was he so close to her?

“I’ve never forced a sub. You want this, Inky. You need a firm hand.”

There was no response to that, because she knew he was right. Evelyn racked her brain to think of one. Nothing came to mind.

“See you tonight,” he said, keeping his voice low. Before she could object, he took a few steps and turned back to her. “Oh, by the way, someone broke into the mayor’s house this weekend while he was in Denver. They took every valuable object that wasn’t nailed down. Then they urinated on the furniture and the carpet, wrote lovely words about the mayor’s kids on the wall, broke all the dishes in the kitchen, and busted the sliding glass door that leads to the backyard, leaving way for all sorts of critters to come inside.”

“That’s a lot of damage,” she said, forgetting about his promised visit. She was in full journalist mode now. “Do you have any suspects?”

“Nope, and you can quote me on that. We’ll be setting up a reward fund, and we’d like help from you to publicize it.”

“I’m glad you realized we can help. Go down to the station and talk to Marsha while she’s there. This will be her story since she’s on the beat today.” She turned to her desk, already composing the headline they would use for the story. She heard him walking toward the door.

“Wait,” she called out and turned toward him. He had one hand on the outer door. “How is it that Marsha didn’t hear about this before now? News travels faster than the speed of light in this town.”

“The mayor and his family didn’t get home until very early this morning,” Logan said. “He didn’t call us until around three a.m.”

“Do you think it was kids?” she asked.

“Nope,” he said. “I think this is someone with a grudge against his honor. A big one. See you later, Inky.”

When he was gone, Evelyn concentrated on her computer screen. When Marsha was back, the two of them would brainstorm questions that needed to be answered, aspects of the story that the public needed to know, and those that they didn’t.

The rumors would fly through town, but there was no reason to delve too deeply into the vandalism, just the burglary. That way, if the police caught someone, they might be able to ferret out real details during interrogation and know they had the right person.

After taking one big fortifying drink of her coffee, Evelyn opened a file and started to type.

It wasn’t until later in the day, after a strategy meeting with Marsha, that she thought about Logan’s words as he left.
“See you tonight.”
She hadn’t corrected him. That meant he would be at her house tonight. He would expect her to give him a blowjob and to see the toy she kept in the basement.

Evelyn was pretty sure there was no way around the fact he would come to her house. The biggest thing she had to worry about was how she would let him know she didn’t plan to have sex with him.

Or did she? She thought back to Saturday night, to the feel of his hard body under her hands. It had been so long since she’d been with a man, and Sabrina said he was a good Dom.

Getting a good spanking, or two, could help relieve the tension she’d been feeling lately.

If they started something, it would be hard to keep it a secret in Clearwater.

Trying to keep it quiet could add excitement to the relationship. Besides, they were both consenting adults, and they both liked the same sort of rough play.

Evelyn sat back in her chair. Across from her, Marsha typed furiously. Her coworker would be the first obstacle, because Marsha noticed everything. If Evelyn could keep her liaisons secret from Marsha, she could keep it under the radar of the entire town.

Something told Evelyn that having a relationship with Logan Hendricks would be tough, but it would also be a great deal of fun.

And fun was something she sorely lacked in her life.

* * * *

Evelyn changed her mind at least ten different times before she got home that evening, and even as she showered and got ready to receive a gentleman caller, as her mother would say, she wondered what she was doing.