Dungeon Building by Melinda Barron Page B

at the opening. It seemed so small. She was pretty sure her heart rate was over two hundred by the time she was inside.
    The door clanged shut, and she screamed like she’d just seen a mouse.
    “Don’t you love that sound?” Tucker said with a laugh. “Kneel down, and we’ll see if I need to do any adjustments.”
    She gulped in air, worried she’d hyperventilate. It wasn’t Logan who had shut the door; it was Tucker. It wasn’t locked, she reminded herself, and Logan wouldn’t let anything happen to her.
    But was Tucker talking to her? She was already on her knees. She looked at the grate in front of her. Logan was now kneeling, his crotch at her eye level.
    “It’s good for the mouth,” she heard him say to Tucker. Then, Logan said, “Turn around and put your ass against the bars, Inky.”
    She did as he asked, praying this would end soon. She was surprised that the openings in the grate were large enough for her to put her feet through. The cage was perfectly made for sex. She could take him in her mouth or in her pussy, while caged under the bed.
    Logan stood, leaving her alone. She wanted to ask if she could get out, but she didn’t want to make another blunder, since she’d already screwed up royally today. She waited for him to tell her to crawl out, but he didn’t.
    Instead he bent down so he could look in. “Stay here. I’m going to load a few things in the truck, and I’ll be back. The door’s unlocked, but I expect you to stay inside.”
    “Yes, Sir Logan.” She was sweating. She wasn’t as frightened as she had been at first. This trip made her wonder if she and Logan were a good fit. She didn’t want to be locked in a cage. She wanted to be able to move around if she wanted out.
    In other words, you want to be in control. You can’t have it both ways. Either be woman enough to submit to him, or tell him you’re a pussy and be done with it.
    Evelyn thought back to her early days of submission. She’d played with boyfriends, but it had never really been anything harsh. Until she’d met Carl. He’d been the first man to use a whip on her ass, the first one to put clamps on her, and the first one to treat her like crap.
    That doesn’t mean Logan’s going to do it, she reasoned with herself. She’d known Carl for a very short period of time when she’d started playing with him, and she sure hadn’t reacted like she had just now. She’d gone along with it all.
    “I’m not a pussy,” she said out loud. What happened was over. It would never happen again.
    “What was that?” Logan leaned over to look at her.
    “I said I’m not a pussy.”
    “But you got one,” he said with chuckle. “You can get out now.”
    Evelyn came out slowly. She had to put her weight on the bed to stand, since her hands were cuffed and the leash hung from the middle.
    “Tucker’s going to demonstrate a piece of furniture I’m interested in. Are you going to be good, or do I need to put you back in prison?”
    “I’ll be good,” she assured him.
    “Glad to hear it.” He put his lips against her ear. “We’re going to talk about your refusal on the way home.”
    “I’m sorry.”
    “There will be punishment.”
    “A spanking?” she gave him a sweet smile.
    “Not quite. It will be something you’re not going to enjoy.” He led her toward where Tucker stood with the two women. Near them was a large circular block of wood. At least Evelyn thought it was wood. It was black. At different spaces around the circle were anchors to secure chains or ropes.
    There were four steel bars in a perfect square around the circle. They were at least six and a half feet tall and attached with cross beams at the top.
    “Slut two, in the middle.” The woman sat in the center of the circle.
    “Do it, slut one.” The woman started to work, first attaching a spreader bar to the other woman’s ankles. Next she took a chain from one of the bars. Evelyn hadn’t even noticed it was there. She attached it to one