Evelyn's Journey

by Melinda Barron

  “Spread your legs.” He heard a rustling noise and imagined her pushing the sheets aside.

  “Put your hand on your pussy.” She was breathing deeply now, and his hard dick pulsed.

  “Stroke it and tell me what you want me to do to you.”

  “I want you to fuck me,” she told him. “Stick it in me hard.”

  “Like I did the other night?”

  “Yes.” The hitch in her breath was perfect.

  “Come right now.”

  “Oh fuck!” she screamed.

  “Pinch your clit.” She whimpered, and he knew she’d followed his direction. Logan put his hand between his legs. He should have waited until he was home to do this. Then he could have jerked off too.

  “That’s my girl,” he said, knowing the words were not ones she enjoyed. She was going to have to get used to hearing them, though. She didn’t speak, but he could hear rustling sounds in the background.

  “What are you doing?”

  “Hunting for a vibrator,” she answered.

  “Oh no, you don’t. That spot’s reserved for me. Get yourself off one more time with your fingers. Then I’ll see you tomorrow.” He was about to disconnect but thought of one more thing. “You’re mine, aren’t you, Inky?”

  Logan imagined the scene, moonlight flooding into the room from the huge windows in her bedroom, illuminating the bed where she was with her legs spread, hips jerking and bucking as she played with herself.

  “Answer me.”

  “Yes, Logan, I’m yours.”

  Practice self-control, he reminded himself. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

  “That was so good.” Her soft moan seemed to caress his ear. “Thanks for thinking of me.”

  “I’m always thinking of you, Inky,” he said, and found that he meant it.

  “Logan, is everything okay?”

  “Fine.” He was damned if he would tell her about what Penn said. “Remember what I said, one more time, with no electronics. I’ll see you in the morning.”

  “Yes, Sir,” she said. He could hear her laughing before the phone went dead.

  Tomorrow would be a good day. He would make sure Evelyn would remember it as one that bound them together in more ways than one.

  Chapter 6

  “What were you and Penn fighting about last night?” Evelyn took a sip from her soda. It was early in the morning, but she’d already been on the phone with Marsha, who had told her there had been a disturbance at the station last night, involving Logan and Penn. The senior reporter didn’t want to tell her the truth, but eventually Evelyn got it out of her.

  Logan had picked her up early. He’d brought food—a bag of breakfast burritos and two large drinks. Instead of eating inside, she’d climbed into the truck and they ate as he drove.

  “Who told you we were fighting?”

  “Marsha.” She took a bite, waiting for him to answer. When he didn’t, she said, “Her cousin Lacy is one of the dispatchers.”

  “Shit, I’d forgotten about that. Then you know why.”

  “I prefer to get it directly from the source.”

  He took another bite of his burrito, and she wondered if he was stalling for time.

  After he swallowed, he said, “Penn’s an idiot. You know guys like him. They refuse to believe a woman…”

  He paused, and she could tell he was searching for the right words.

  “A fat woman?” she supplied.

  “A larger woman,” he corrected, “can be attractive. He’s probably so vanilla, that if you squeezed him, you could bottle the extract. Fucking boring, I’m sure.”

  Evelyn snorted, barely keeping her soda from escaping through her nose. After she’d cleared her mouth, she burst into laughter. “That’s an image I’ll never be able to get out of my mind. I can’t imagine putting essence of Penn in a cake.”

  They both laughed. She had promised herself this morning that she wasn’t going to ask this question, but she couldn’t help herself. After all, she made her living asking questions. “Does it bother you? I mean, the way the other guys look at me? Most men want small, beautiful women on their arms to show off.”

  “You are beautiful,” he said without hesitation, and she felt herself flush. “Inky, I don’t give a rat’s ass what Penn thinks of you. I just care that he shows you respect, and if he doesn’t, he’ll get it next time. He was lucky Josh was there last night.”

  Evelyn looked out the passenger window. She stared at the passing scenery, wondering, once again, where they were going. She knew they were headed toward the river, but she couldn’t imagine what was out here.

  “Don’t let Penn bother you,” he said.

  She turned her attention back to Logan. “I’ve put up with men like him my whole life. One of the main reasons I got into BDSM was because I went places with Korey, and she introduced me to men who weren’t judgmental. I had never met a Dom who was, until I met Carl.”

  “He’s a wannabe.”

  “But you’re not. Even though I haven’t seen a whole lot,” she said.

  “No, I’m not. And you should have qualified that statement with you haven’t seen a whole lot—yet.” The look he shot her way was dark and mysterious. “It’s only been a week, Inky, and we have a dungeon to build. You’ll see a different side of me then.”

  “Darker?”

  “Yes.” He kept his gaze on the road. “I can be a little… Help me with some words.”

  “Controlling?”

  “Keep going.”

  “Demanding?”

  “Add to it.”

  “A sadist?”

  “You won’t be complaining. As a matter of fact, you’ll be begging for more.”

  He slowed the truck to turn off the highway.

  Evelyn glanced around as they bounced over a cattle guard. “Is this Tucker Mattson’s place?”

  “It is.” Logan stopped the truck. “Get out and go to the back of the truck.”

  Intrigued, she did as he asked. When he was back there with her, she stood with her hands clutched behind her back.

  “I like to tease you, Evelyn, to see you turn red and to make you wonder what the hell is coming next. But this is our first time to appear as Dom and sub in front of someone. I expect you to be respectful to me, to be obedient, and to not question what I say. Do you understand?”

  She bowed her head. “Yes, Sir.”

  “Good. If you behave, I’ll give you a reward, after your punishment for yesterday. What would you like?”

  “I want whatever pleases you, Sir Logan.”

  The edge of his mouth crept up into a knowing smile. “I have something in mind. Put your hands in front of you.” When they were in place, he snapped his handcuffs around her wrists.

  “You will follow my orders implicitly. You will not speak unless you’re asked a question.”

  “I understand, Sir.” How she loved this. She wanted a collar, and she wanted it now. But he hadn’t really said anything about it, or mentioned the fact that it hadn’t been on the list she’d given him. As a matter-of-fact, he hadn’t even brought up the list since she’d given it to him.

  She wondered what that meant. If he wasn’t pleased with what she’d selected, or if he’d already ordered it all to be delivered for their toy room.

  “Get back in the truck.”

  It was about a three-mile drive from the main road to the house. They didn’t talk about anything, and when they pulled up in front of the house, Evelyn’s eyes widened.

  It was a two-story cabin, with big wraparound porches on both flights. Something caught her eye on the upper story. A naked woman was stretched between two beams, her arms and legs taut between them. Another woman knelt in front of her, her mouth buried between the woman’s thighs.

  Tucker Mattson stood near the front of his house, looking up.

  Evelyn surveyed the scene, her mouth going dry.

  “Nice,” Logan said. “We’ll have to see if he can build some columns in the dungeon. Get out
of the truck and go to the front.”

  Evelyn obeyed. Tucker was already walking toward them. When Logan was at her side, the two men shook hands.

  “I like your columns,” Logan told the carpenter.

  “Slut one hates to be on display, but she acted up this morning, knowing you were coming and what I would do. You know what that means. Deep down, she’s a closet exhibitionist.” He cupped his hand to his mouth. “Slut two, get down here.”

  The kneeling woman scrambled to her feet and headed toward the stairs that led to the ground. When she was next to them, she knelt and kissed Tucker’s boot.

  “Go inside and get me a measuring tape and writing utensils, and be quick about it.” The naked woman hurried to do his bidding.

  Evelyn couldn’t help but look up at the woman on the top floor. Her hips were moving as if she were close to climax.

  “She has a vibrating plug in her ass, in case you’re wondering,” Tucker said. He turned his head towards her. “Get your ass down here too.”

  Evelyn looked at him as he continued to talk. “I have to say, Evelyn, I wish I’d known you were submissive. I could have added you to my stable. I have several ladies in town who come out to play. Usually my sub-dar is better. I’m going to have to hone my skills.”

  She wasn’t sure what to say, so she kept her gaze down.

  “Well trained,” Tucker said.

  “She needs some work,” Logan said. “We’re starting from scratch in the dungeon department. Jesse recommended you, as I said.”

  Evelyn got hold of herself right before she said, Jesse? He’s a Dom? Obviously she didn’t know as much as she thought she did about Clearwater residents.

  Slut two was now coming out of the house. Tucker admonished her for taking so long. She bent down and kissed his boot again.

  “Let’s go to the barn, which is my workroom.” Tucker indicated a large wooden structure to the right. “Follow us.”

  “Yes, Master T,” said both women.

  Tucker turned his attention back to Evelyn. She hated to be caught, but she had to admit she was studying the women, trying to figure out who they were.

  “They’re from Denver,” he told her. “You wouldn’t know them, or maybe you would.”

  “Eyes down, Inky,” Logan ordered. Evelyn lowered her gaze.

  “Do you need a leash or a collar?” Tucker asked.

  “A leash would be good,” Logan responded, which disappointed her. He hadn’t said anything about a collar yet, and she really wanted one.

  They started to walk toward the barn, and as they moved, Tucker yelled, “Hurry your asses up,” Evelyn wondered what sort of punishment the women would face when they were gone, or maybe while they were there.

  When slut two was at Tucker’s side, she once again dropped and kissed his boot. Evelyn wondered if she did it every time she came back to see him. Slut one quickly did the same thing.

  “Go inside and get the leash you finished last night, slut two,” he ordered. This time she sprinted for the building. Tucker turned his attention to the other woman.

  “Turn around and show them your plug, slut one.” Evelyn lifted her gaze to study the woman. She was older than Evelyn had first thought, maybe around fifty. The woman pivoted on her feet, spread her legs and bent over. When she spread her cheeks, Evelyn could see the plastic base of a butt plug. It moved slightly, and Evelyn remembered that Tucker had said it was a vibrating one.

  Tucker slapped the woman’s ass. “Get your ass in the barn and wait for us.”

  “Yes, Master T.” The woman stood and started to walk.

  Evelyn couldn’t help but stare after her.

  “I can see the gears in her brain working,” Tucker said. “Her journalistic training is churning out a thousand questions. Who are they? Where are they from? What does he do out here? How does he find the women who visit?”

  “That’s exactly what I was thinking,” Evelyn said. She glanced at Logan, who glared at her. She’d just spoken, when he’d told her to be silent. “Forgive me,” she whispered. She got no answer.

  Slut two was back, offering her master a brown braided leather leash.

  “It can be used as a whip or as a leash,” Tucker said as he took it from the woman. He handed it to Logan. “My sluts make them for me to pay for their room and board while they’re here. Three strips of treated leather braided together. It has a nice bite.”

  Evelyn watched Logan examine the lead. It had a metal clasp on the end, but everything else was leather, including the loop for a Master’s hand to pass through.

  “May I test it?”

  “Of course.” Tucker pointed to a sawhorse. “Be my guest, and if you like it, it’s yours as a bonus to thank you for the amount of money you’ve already spent. If you don’t like it, I have lots of others you can try out.”

  “Inky, get over there, bare your ass and bend over.”

  Determined not to be outdone by the other two women, and to try and repair the damage she’d done by speaking, Evelyn hurried to follow Logan’s commands. It took her a few minutes to get her pants down, since her hands were cuffed in front of her. No one said anything until she was in the position Logan had described.

  It was hard not to turn around and see what was happening behind her. She could hear low voices, and she imagined the two men discussing whatever it was Tucker had made for Logan.

  She waited. And waited. And waited, and then, Logan was beside her. His large hand was in front of her face. He’d tucked the metal clasp between his thumb and palm. Now he wrapped the leather around his hand, leaving the loop side free.

  “This is for talking without permission,” he said. “Do not cry out. Do not beg me to stop. Do not beg me to continue. You’ll take what I give you and be silent about it.”

  Evelyn nodded. She wasn’t exactly sure what her reaction was going to be, since she hadn’t been whipped in so long. But surely Logan wouldn’t give her a full whipping out here, with an audience, would he? Time would tell, and so would her ass. He was rubbing her butt cheeks now, which were a little chilled in the mountain air.

  He pinched one side, then the other. After that he delivered five swats with his hand on each side. Evelyn’s hands clenched into fists as the desire inside her built.

  She wanted it, now. One, two more swats with the hand, and then there was the swishing sound of leather flying through the air. It landed on her ass with a loud crack. She swallowed her cry as another one landed.

  Her clit twitched as he gave her another smack, and another. The braided leather bit into her skin, the pain the most delicious thing she’d felt in ages. Evelyn counted fifteen strikes from the leather before they stopped, and then they started again, harder this time.

  It was difficult to remain silent. She jiggled on the balls of her feet as Logan struck her ass fifteen more times. Her pussy ached for attention, as did her nipples. She wanted to plead with him to stop, to let her come, to give her more. She really wasn’t sure what direction she was headed; as long as it led to an orgasm, she would be thrilled.

  “Leaves some very beautiful stripes,” he said.

  “Glad you like it,” Tucker answered. Evelyn had almost forgotten he was there. “I have a few with tassels on the end, sort of like long cats. Would you like to see those too? Of course, one of those will cost you. The one you just used is gratis, as I said.”

  “Thank you, I’ll happily take it, and I’d like to see the others too.” She wondered if she would be able to beg for more if they were alone. She hoped so.

  Logan struck her ass fifteen more times. The pain soaked into her skin, and was almost too much for her. She was out of practice.

  “Inky!” Logan’s harsh tone made her jump.

  “Sir?” She jumped a little, her stomach pressing against the wood that kept her upright.

  “Stand up and get dressed.”

  “Yes, Sir Logan.”

  “Slut two, help her,” Tucker ordered. The woman worked Evelyn’s jeans ov
er her hips. Evelyn’s ass hurt as the material closed over them.

  Tucker ordered slut two to the barn. Logan clipped the leash onto Evelyn’s handcuffs.

  “Let’s go examine our new toys,” he said as he yanked on the lead. “I can’t wait to see your expression.”

  “You know the old saying about catching flies if your mouth is open?”

  Evelyn clamped her mouth shut as Logan’s words registered in her brain. She wasn’t sure what she’d thought Tucker did. Well, yes, she did, actually. She’d thought he was a carpenter. But she had no idea he made BDSM toys—or so many of them.

  In fact, she had no idea there was such diversity in toys, period. Everywhere she looked there were cages, ropes, chains, wires, benches, tables, beds, stocks, some sort of disc contraption hanging from the ceiling and… in the far corner of the room, the naked woman referred to as slut one was in a cage so tight, Evelyn wondered how the woman could breathe.

  Logan and Tucker had stopped in front of a bed. She hadn’t really looked at it until she realized Logan was talking to her.

  “Inky, get in.” She jerked her attention back to him and then gazed at the bed. It seemed like an ordinary bed, until she looked more closely. It was a four-poster, with a mattress, but no box spring. In both the headboard and footboard were openings such as were found in stocks used in puritanical times. The base of the bed was a cage. The door was open, and Logan was pointing to it. He expected her to go inside.

  Her breath caught in her throat. She looked up at Logan. She must have looked totally terrified, because he said to Tucker, “May I have a minute?”

  “Of course.” Tucker walked toward the woman in the cage.

  “Can’t,” Evelyn stammered. “I can’t be…”

  He stroked her arm. “You’ve known me for years, Inky. Sure, we’re taking it fast, but you have to know that I would never do anything to hurt you. We’ve had this discussion. You have to trust me.”

  Her heart was beating so hard she feared she might have a heart attack. “Please, Logan, no.”

  “Inky,” he said. “I’m not sure what’s going on inside your head, but right now, I want you to get in the cage. I won’t shut the door, not today, but you have to do this for me. Either that, or say your safe word and we leave.”