Evenlyn’s Journey

by Barron, Melinda

“Let’s change the subject,” she said. “Tell me about the murder in Benson.”

  He shrugged. “A forty-three-year-old man named Dickey Manes. Someone used a baseball bat on him and ransacked his house. The weird part is they left the high-dollar items, like the TV and such. They took money out of his wallet, but left his credit cards, took a few other items, and basically tore up the rest of the house.”

  “Sounds like what happened at Charlie and Madeline’s house.”

  “Somewhat,” Logan agreed. “But there was no pee-stained furniture.”

  “Yuck.” Evelyn wanted to settle against his shoulders, feel his arms around her like she had every night this week. Time to change the subject again.

  “Do you realize it’s only been a week since we started this?”

  “Yup.” He ran his fingers up her thighs. “It’s gone quick, but it’s been fun.”

  “Yes, it has.” She wanted to ask where it went from here; if he was going to collar her, or move into the house with her. Or did he just plan to stay here and keep his house in town? But she didn’t want to jinx things.

  “Let’s talk about the dungeon,” she said. “I know I was nervous at first, but now I can’t wait to see what packages I get in the mail.”

  His expression made her think the worst.

  “With everything that’s going on, I decided to change the mode of delivery,” he told her. “Penn was snooping around at the paper, and while I don’t care if he knows we fuck, I don’t want him to know it all.”

  She laughed nervously.

  “What’s wrong?” he asked.

  “I was worried that you’d changed your mind about it all.” In for a penny, in for a pound, she thought. “You seemed hesitant.”

  “No hesitation, Inky. Now that the bathroom is done, Tucker is going to deliver the bed on Thursday afternoon. I called him after you called.”

  There was a slight pause before he said, “Clear your calendar for Sunday. You’re all mine that day.”

  “Yes, Sir Logan.” She hoped that didn’t mean she would have to wait that long for sex.

  “I’d like to get us ready for some playtime,” Logan said. “There’s one of the toys downstairs that I’ve been looking forward to using. I want you to go downstairs and get the boxes with the clothespins in there. There are three of them.”

  “Three boxes? Or three clothespins?”

  “Three boxes,” he clarified.

  “That’s a lot,” Evelyn said as she headed toward the stairs. Why would he need three boxes of clothespins? She only had two nipples, and one clit, and she’d had clothespins put on all those sensitive spots at one point. She shuddered to think what he had planned for three boxes of clothespins.

  After she’d found what he wanted and delivered them upstairs, it didn’t take her long to find out.

  “You want me to make a what?” The image he’d described hadn’t quite processed in her mind.

  “A zip line,” he explained as he picked up a clothespin. “You see, Tucker and his ladies have already drilled holes in the clothespins here. You will string them together using the small amount of cord here. Tie a knot on either side of each hole, which means four knots per clothespin. After you’re done with one pin, you put another on the line. Space them about a half inch apart.”

  “May I ask what we’re doing with this… zip line?”

  “I’m going to use it on you, of course. Your tits, your stomach, your legs, your ass, your pussy—anywhere I want. I’ll clamp the pins on your body, then give the end one a yank and they’ll all pull off, one at a time. Nice and painful.”

  “I think…”

  He put his finger against her lip. “On the second day of dungeon building, my Dom gave to me, a box of clothespins to string like popcorn for a tree. Get it done, Inky, or sit at the table and write while your ass is filled. Then you can do it after that. Either way, I want three strings done by Saturday. We’ll do a demonstration for Jesse and Suzanne.”

  He plopped himself down on the sofa and picked up the remote for the TV. “You can sit at my feet while you work, if you like.”

  “Aren’t I special,” she whispered under her breath.

  “I heard that,” he said. “No orgasm for you tonight.”

  “All I said was…”

  Evelyn was trying to figure out something to say to explain her slip when he said, “Or tomorrow night. Want to go for the next?”

  “No, Sir.”

  “Then get busy.”

  Once she’d set up a rhythm, it wasn’t that hard to string the pins together. While she worked, she fantasized about the scene where Logan would use them on her. Maybe he’d tie her up on the new piece of equipment he’d bought from Tucker. She’d never been much for bondage before, but Sir Logan made her appreciate the finer points of ropes and manacles, and the extreme ecstasy that could come from being unable to move.

  She was half finished with the first string when she turned to Logan.

  “May I ask you something?”

  “You may.” He turned his attention away from the TV.

  “You said we were doing six gifts, right?”

  Evelyn couldn’t read the look on his face. “Things change, Inky. Like I said, nothing is going to the paper. You’ll just have to wait and see what happens.”

  She looked down, then glanced at him again. “That’s not what I meant. Is there a collar in there?”

  His lips twitched into a slight smile that quickly disappeared. “It wasn’t on your list, Inky.”

  “Oh.” She turned back to her stringing.

  “Would you like there to be?”

  “Yes,” she said quickly.

  “Put it on your birthday list, and maybe we’ll get to it next year.”

  She dropped the pin she’d been attempting to attach to the string. “Next year?”

  “Then I have plenty of time to find a good one.”

  His gaze shifted back to the TV, and Evelyn decided not to push her luck. It looked like she wouldn’t be getting a collar anytime soon, but she supposed that wasn’t a surprise.

  As she’d told herself before, she and Logan might have known each other for years, but their relationship was in its infancy. She shouldn’t expect a collar in a two-week period.

  “Speaking of collarings.” His voice broke into her thoughts.

  Her heart quickened. Maybe she would get a collar by Valentine’s Day. “Yes?”

  “Is Suzanne wearing one now?”

  Talk about an ego buster. “No, Sir. Why?”

  “I was thinking that maybe she and Jesse would make a good pair.”

  Evelyn started laughing. It spread through her, and she just couldn’t stop. When she finally got hold of herself, she fixed her gaze on him. “You’re matchmaking?”

  “Jesse needs someone, and I think Suzanne is a lovely lady.”

  “You met her once, for about ten seconds,” she said. “If someone is going to set him up, it should be me, not you. But I agree she’s a good choice.”

  “I’m a good judge of character.” He glared at her before adding, “Usually. Sometimes I think someone’s going to be a good sub, and they can’t control themselves. I think the no-orgasm thing is up to three nights now. If you don’t want to spend the weekend wondering when you’ll get to come next, you’d better behave.”

  Evelyn winked at him before she turned back to her work. She was confident that he couldn’t go that long without playing with her. She’d be coming by tomorrow night.

  * * *

  By Friday morning, she was so frustrated that she considering breaking out her vibrator after he left the house. After all, she wasn’t collared. But she knew she wouldn’t do it, even though he hadn’t expressly told her she couldn’t. She knew he expected her to be good, though, and she would be. The next orgasm she had would be at his hands, and she was sure it would be explosive.

  It was especially frustrating because Tucker had delivered the bed on Thursday. It was now snug in the basemen
t—rather the dungeon—but they’d yet to use it. He told her it wouldn’t be until after their dinner with Suzanne and Jesse.

  “I’m going to clean and then do some prep for tomorrow night’s dinner,” she said as she poured him coffee. She’d taken the day off, with the express purpose of making everything perfect for tomorrow night, when Suzanne and Jesse would meet for the first time. She and Marsha had worked late the night before to get the paper ready for printing. Marsha would be able to put it to bed very easily by herself.

  She’d wanted to talk to Logan about tomorrow, to clear the menu with him, but he’d told her earlier in the week that whatever she decided would be fine with him. She knew he was in a hurry. Logan and a few of the other officers from town were going to the funeral of the man killed in Benson. It wasn’t until this afternoon, but he was going in early to catch up on paperwork.

  “Have a good day lying around,” he told her as he prepared to leave.

  “I’m not going to be lying around,” she said. “I’m going to be sweeping and dusting and getting things ready for tomorrow.”

  “That’s good.” He put his fingers under her chin and tipped her head up. “If I like what I see tonight, I might give you an orgasm.”

  “I’d like that,” she told him. It wasn’t as if they hadn’t played. She’d given him a few blowjobs this week, savoring the feel of his cock in her mouth, knowing it was the only thing she was going to get.

  He hadn’t tied her up for them, though, and she found that she missed the feeling of being bound. She’d told him so the night before.

  “Get to work on the clothespins,” he told her. “I want them finished.”

  “Yes, Sir.” He kissed her, a sweet buss that made her smile.

  “See you tonight.”

  When he was gone, she poured herself a cup of coffee. Then she went to the couch where she’d stored the clothespins she’d been working on. It was tedious work, and she’d only finished one and a half of the three strands he wanted. But she would work on them this morning, then do the prep this afternoon. She would even work in a few game shows; something she never had time to watch.

  Before she could turn on the TV, though, the phone rang. She checked the ID and laughed.

  “Suzanne,” she greeted her friend. “I’m going to see you tomorrow.”

  “I couldn’t wait,” Suzanne said. “Tell me again about this Dom you’re hooking me up with.”

  “You’re really going to like him. He’s a few years older than you, and he’s a widower. I’ve known him for years, although I didn’t know he was in the lifestyle. He’s really nice.”

  “Is he going to expect me to fall in with him immediately, like your new Dom has?”

  Evelyn shook her head even though her friend couldn’t see her. “He’s not my Dom… we’re just…” She couldn’t say just friends. “We just… play.”

  “Play my fanny,” Suzanne said. “Has he been in your ass?”

  “What?” Evelyn wasn’t surprised by her friend’s question. Suzanne was a veteran journalist, and called things as she saw them.

  “Answer the question.”

  “Um, you know—” The sound of the front door opening made Evelyn glance in that direction. Logan was coming back inside. “He’s here. Let me call you back.”

  “Answer the question!” Suzanne yelled before Evelyn clicked off the phone. She was happy to have the time to gather her thoughts so she could explain her relationship with Logan to her friend.

  “What are you doing here?”

  He set a large wrapped package by the door. “On the third day of dungeon building, my Master gave to me, a whiteboard so I can keep track of the number of times he’ll strike my fanny.”

  Evelyn laughed. “How long did it take you to come up with these rhymes?”

  She couldn’t tell if he was amused or pissed. “Hang it up in the dungeon,” he instructed her. “And yes, it’s preloaded, just like I promised. There had better be the same number of marks on there when I see it on the wall.”

  “Looking forward to getting some of those swats.” She batted her eyes at him. “If I’m good, can I get some tonight?”

  “Does my Inky need some attention?” He reached behind him and shut the door. Evelyn knew he was in a hurry, but they had time for a quickie.

  “Yes, Sir Logan, I do.”

  That sinfully dark look crossed his face. Evelyn’s clit tightened. She was going to get some, to put it bluntly, and she was thrilled about it. “Go get me two of the clothespins you’ve neglected to string. No, wait, make that seven of them.”

  She was about to question the number, but she knew it would only make him add more. Evelyn made a quick trip to the box where she gathered what he wanted.

  While she’d been doing that, he’d gone to the dining room table. He moved a chair at the end before he pointed to the free spot.

  “Prop your ass here and spread your legs.”

  This wasn’t exactly what she had in mind, but at least he’d be touching her.

  “Hold out your hands and show me what you have.”

  Evelyn displayed the seven wooden pins.

  Logan looked at them before he pushed her hands aside and undid the belt of her robe. She was naked underneath it. When she was bare, he grabbed a nipple in each hand and pinched.

  “Ouch.”

  “Did I give you permission to speak?”

  “No, Sir.”

  “Then shut it.” He twisted her nipples.

  Evelyn squeezed her eyes closed and swallowed the yell that built up in her throat as he applied more pressure to her hard nubs.

  When he released them, she moaned softly.

  “Put the clothespins behind you.” She did as he asked. “Now, put one on each of your nipples.”

  Evelyn had only used clothespins a few times, but she knew they hurt like hell. But she also knew that, the closer they were to the end of your nipple, the more intense the pain.

  She picked one up, tested its clasp, then put as much of her nipple in there as possible, so that the hard nub set in the little circular area.

  “I don’t think so.” He pushed her hand aside. “Let me do it.”

  Logan placed the pins directly on her nipple.

  Evelyn remembered his directive, and she kept her mouth shut, but it hurt like hell. When the first two were in place, he attached one on either side of her nipple, so that she had three pins on her breasts.

  The pain was almost unbearable as the blood flow to the already sensitive areas was cut off. When the six were in place on her breasts, he crouched in front of her.

  Despite the pain, Evelyn thought she would come when he ran his finger down her slit.

  “You’re wet, slut.” Logan moved fast, spreading her lips and attaching the last clothespin right above her clit. This time, Evelyn couldn’t help herself. She cried out from the pain.

  Logan slapped her thigh. “Hush.”

  After a few seconds, he slipped it off, then attached it directly on her clit.

  A whimper escaped her throat, but she managed to hold back the urge to beg him to take it off.

  He stood and placed his lips right next to her ear. “I want the strings finished, Evelyn. Do you understand me?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  As an answer, he pulled the clamps off, very slowly, first the four around her nipples before he did the nipples themselves. As the blood flowed back to the buds, her clit started to pulse.

  He was gentle as he released the one on her clit. Evelyn put her head on his shoulder.

  “Please, Sir Logan.” She didn’t have to explain what she wanted. Her body was on fire with the urge to climax.

  “No,” he said. “Get back to work and finish what I want.”

  He kissed her forehead before he left.

  The minute he was out the door, Evelyn righted her robe. She took a few moments to let the danger of defying him pass. She could get herself off in a few seconds, but she had no desire to disobey.
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br />   When she was under control again, Evelyn dialed Suzanne’s number.

  “I’m waiting for an answer,” her friend said. “Has he been in your ass?”

  Evelyn knew this wasn’t going to turn out well. Two weeks ago she’d talked about what an ass Logan was. Now she had to admit he’d been inside hers.

  “I’m so weak,” she said.

  “Yeah, that’s what I thought,” Suzanne said with a laugh. “Is he living there? Sabrina said Mac said he was.”

  “What are we, the main topic of gossip?”

  “Yup.” Suzanne inhaled, and Evelyn imagined her friend in her house, smoking. It was a habit she’d tried for years to quit. “Answer me.”

  There was another sound at the door. Evelyn giggled. “He’s back. Let me call you in a minute.”

  “Don’t you dare hang up on me again,” Suzanne said. “I want to talk to him.”

  Evelyn turned to see Logan, with a bigger package. He had trouble wrestling it through the front door, and Evelyn went to help him.

  “On the fourth day of dungeon building, my Master gave to me, a big package that I can’t open until I prove I’m gutsy.”

  “Do you know how hard it is for me not to ask questions about what is in the box?”

  “I do,” he answered. “If you can keep your mouth shut for thirty seconds, I’ll let you suck my dick for the same amount of time.”

  “I heard that!” Suzanne’s voice echoed out from the phone.

  “Who you talking to?” Logan asked. Evelyn told him who it was. He held out his hand, and she put the phone in it.

  After he’d said hello, and she assumed Suzanne had done the same, he asked Suzanne when she would be there. Evelyn watched as he listened, and smiled when Logan said, “Jesse’s looking forward to meeting you. Have you ever lived in the mountains, or are you a pure city woman like Inky was when she moved up here?”

  Evelyn didn’t hear Suzanne’s answer, but she made a grab for the phone. Logan shook his finger at her as he sidestepped her attempt to take the phone.

  “She told you about the incident, right?”

  “Don’t, please.” She held out her hand. “Logan.”

  His chuckle told her that Suzanne had said no, she never had.