Free Dungeon Building by Melinda Barron

two a week until Christmas Day, and then you’ll get a surprise, from me.”
    “What sort of a surprise?” she asked, and then she clamped her mouth shut. She opened it long enough to say, “I’m sorry, Sir Logan. Sometimes I just…” She closed her mouth again.
    “We’ll work on that.” He stepped up to the post. Evelyn was shivering, her nipples painfully hard in the icy air. “You just need to remember that you’re a journalist at work, and a sub at home.”
    “Yes, Sir Logan.”
    He put his lips on hers, but he didn’t kiss her. She remained perfectly still, not wanting to break the intimacy that was building. And then she shivered.
    “Cold?”
    “Very.”
    “Well, I’m not officially your Dom yet, even though you allowed me to tie you up so sweetly tonight.” He brushed his lips against hers. “I like to fuck while my sub is tied up. It shows how she surrenders control to me and lets me do whatever I want with her.”
    He pinched her nipples again. “Do you like being at my mercy, Inky?”
    “Yes, Sir Logan.” She bucked her hips as he cupped her pussy.
    “You’re ready for me.”
    Evelyn nodded, because she was afraid that, if she started to talk, the words that came out would remind him that he’d promised to make her sweat. And that hadn’t happened yet.
    She watched as he undid the ropes at the bottom of the posts. Then, he said, “Scoot as far back as you can and lower your head to the post.”
    Evelyn complied, spreading her legs without being told. He tightened the ropes on her arms so that she would be unable to move from this position. Then he went behind her and smacked her ass.
    “Did I tell you to spread your legs?”
    “No, Sir Logan.”
    “We’re going to have to keep a whiteboard to help track all the swats you’re going to earn. You’re a bad girl, Inky.”
    There was no way she could turn her head to look at him, but she wanted to. For a moment, he didn’t touch her and she whimpered, not from the cold but from need.
    He touched her gently, tracing his fingers along her ass, from one side to the other. “I’m going to enjoy disciplining you, Inky, because you need it desperately.” The soft caress turned into a hard slap on her ass. Evelyn groaned.
    The groan turned into a deep moan when he cupped her pussy. “I’m going to claim you here tonight.”
    “Yes, Sir.” Now, now, do it now!
    He pressed his thumb against her opening. “Will this be mine?”
    “Yes, Sir.” His finger dipped inside her. Evelyn wanted to move, wanted to beg him to take her. Instead, she remained silent.
    “That’s good, Inky.” He rotated his thumb, and she whimpered with desire. “You’re already wet for me, and so very tight. Will my prick fit?”
    “Yes, Sir, it will fit wherever you want to put it in my body.”
    “That’s a banner headline,” he said.
    “Fuck me,” she whispered. “Please, Sir, fuck me.”
    He removed his thumb and replaced it with two fingers. “Like this?” He moved them slowly.
    “No.” She hoped she didn’t sound like she was being too demanding.
    “Then tell me, Inky, and be specific. What do you want me to do?” He was moving his fingers in and out, intensifying the need that had already taken over her body. They’d been out here at least ten minutes, and she needed to move, to—
    “Put it in me, put it in me! I want your cock inside my pussy! Oh fuck me!” she yelled as Logan replaced his fingers with his dick. She cried out repeatedly as he left her, slammed back in and left her again.
    Logan put his hands on her shoulders, holding her completely still while he plundered her pussy, and there was, Evelyn was sure, no other word for it. He fucked her hard, and as promised, sweat started to build up under the scarf and ropes around her midsection, and around the leather cuffs on her wrists.
    The mixture of her hot fluids on her cold skin was delicious, and it added to the intensity of the sensations racing through her body. Logan fucked