Nymphet
Part II
Chapter 2.
Dates and Remotes.
The brief encounter had been enough to awaken more than just a sleepy mind and the privacy of the bathroom invited him to indulge. He'd already dimmed the lights; he hated bright lights in his face when he was in such a mood, he found it too distracting, almost painful. V glanced at the clock on the wall as he caressed slowly the twin livid marks on his thighs. He wouldn't be missed for some time even after taking 15 minutes to stretch his stiff muscles and it would be a shame to waste such wonderful bath, not to mention his current display of arousal. V leaned back in the tub, trying to focus on something more than plain private games that sometimes could last only a few minutes if he wasn't careful or if his goal was merely physical release. No, he wanted to improve his endurance, to learn how to relax and enjoy every stage of the process. Practice makes perfect.
He decided not to focus on the obvious and pay attention to other sensitive places instead; after all he had a whole strong body to enjoy. V poured a small amount of oil in the palm of his hand and rubbed it in slowly, following muscle lines over shoulders and chest. He'd never been shy regarding his own physical shape and over the years he had explored many ways to provide it with pleasure, perhaps to compensate for past, present and future pain. He wished he could use even a fraction of that wisdom when interacting with a certain young lady that insisted on making him lose his concentration with her teasing.
A little more oil graced belly and thighs, with added interest on the curved lines produced on his flesh by even and small teeth. They hurt a little, just enough to trick his senses into labeling the feeling as something halfway between common pain and delicately masochistic pleasure. He was terribly sensitized; usually he'd have to be quite focused to produce the same effect but now the softest touch was enough to make him shiver. It wasn't realistic to practice endurance and subtlety in such state; it would only lead to failure and frustration.
V decided that if he couldn't handle that much energy the reasonable thing to do was release it safely until it reached manageable levels. He stopped fighting and relaxed in the warm water, letting his hands do exactly what the rest of his body wanted them to do. Perhaps it wasn't the classy thing to do but there was no point in feeling bad over something that could be so enjoyable.
He didn't want to think on Evey either. If he included her in frantic fantasies meant to send him toward immediate release he'd surely associate her with that pattern and he'd have far more trouble around her. At the same time he wasn't in the mood for spending too much time in the water and focused on concentrating all of his energy into achieving one single orgasm. A small washcloth filled his mouth –no need to be so obvious about his loudness, at least not yet- and he stroked harder than before, not knowing for certain how much pleasure to expect but ready to find out. He let the world fade around him until he was the only thing that existed and one minute later he was rewarded with the longest and most intense orgasm he could remember.
V was glad about the washcloth in his mouth; he was almost sure he'd screamed and even if it had been loud enough to be heard by Evey, it was better than the alternative. He had to look at the clock again, not sure of how long it had been since he'd lost track of time. Just five minutes, he really had to practice, practice, practice, but in the meantime he'd have to finish his bath and behave like a gentleman. Yes, always the gentleman. Come to think of it, why would he have to behave like a textbook gentleman always…?
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"Wait, wait, wait!" Evey commanded playfully from her place in the hall as she saw him walking out of the bathroom on his way to the kitchen, clean, impeccable, and almost bouncing with relaxed sensuality. He seemed unaware of the way he was moving, which only made it more attractive. She beckoned him to come to her and he couldn't help obeying.
"Come back here, I want to take a good look at you." She gestured him to stop five feet from her and granted him a long appreciative glance, from head to toes, making him squirm. "Turn around, please. Oh yes, you look different." She declared after a minute. V did not know what she meant exactly but he was certain he'd remembered to dress properly after his bath. He found it prudent not to say anything incriminating, especially all related to self-pleasuring and screaming and settled for tilting his head, curious.
Evey slid on the stone floor to stand right before him and wrapped her arms around him, delighted at seeing he reciprocated her gesture and squeezed her lightly against his chest. "You look wonderful, almost like it." She finally confessed as she rubbed her little face against the silk doublet, inhaling his scent.
"Thank you but I don't believe I'm wearing anything you haven't seen before, dear Evey" He didn't know what he almost looked like but sensed she was still in a very playful mood and since her ideas had proven to be quite enjoyable, he let her show him the way.
"It's not about your appearance and it does have a name that defines it perfectly," She looked up to see his reaction. "Today sir, you look almost like it."
"Hmm? Almost like what?"
"I'll tell you as soon as you look like it but for now you'll have to keep on misbehaving."
"Oh, I intend to, now that you mention it, thank you very much."
"You are very welcome. V, are you mad at me for what I did last night?" She wore a serious expression but her arms did not let him go.
"Hmmm… no but it worries me that you did not ask first. I'm not used to surprises turning out to be pleasant." It was the truth, he wasn't angry but there were boundaries one could easily trespass, no matter the original intent.
"Even if we wanted the very same thing?" Her eyes seemed larger but he could not see much remorse in them.
"Yes."
"Does that mean we get to ask from now on?" Such a clever little thing she was, V thought. Not only she'd confirmed where they stood, she'd also found she had not pushed him into doing anything he objected to, she expressed her wish to continue and addressed the delicate subject of what they would do next, something he may have delayed indefinitely. He had to laugh again, relieved at hearing that she wanted more but slightly embarrassed because his failure to respond properly to her advances had forced her to take the lead and show him how things were supposed to be done. He'd have to master this new set of rules or he would always be at disadvantage. He was also considering becoming a complete rascal.
"Yes, we'll ask from now on."
Her serious expression was replaced by a sly grin and her arms squeezed his waist a little tighter. "So, do you have plans for tonight?" She chose to exercise her new asking privileges right away and her question promised so much that he did not mind, in truth he had hoped she'd require his company for a second round of whatever people called what they'd done.
"Nothing I can't postpone. Why do you ask?" He felt his body responding already and squeezed her a little tighter in the hope that she'd notice and once more feel tempted to turn him inside out. Just thinking on what she'd done to him the previous night made his breathing quicken.
"I ask because there's some unfinished business between us and I'd love to kiss you again."
"Kiss me as in –kiss me-?" He tilted his head, full of curiosity since the first time he'd asked for one kiss things had gone much farther than that.
"Yeah, kiss you as in –kiss you-" She was enjoying it, and very much "And then blow you as in -blow you-" She had a way to make him pay attention, especially when she stressed her points by licking her lips and slipping one leg between his to rub his thighs suggestively. Apparently she was also figuring out he found dirty language enticing and it was possible she'd discovered that kink even before he had.
"Good God, child! You eat with that mouth?"
"You should know, sir... Anyway, you choose the time. It's open season from…" She glanced at the clock to make sure she'd have time to get ready. "10 pm until 6 in the morning. I'll be waiting, even if I'm asleep. The door will be open." The little bitch was teasing again; she was free to do anything she'd feel like doing –including sleep- until he arrived and she'd placed the entire weight of having to choose the right time on his shoulders. If he showed exactly at 10 it would send a message saying he was desperate, in all honesty the truth, and if he joined her at 6 in the morning, the message would say that he was just as desperate but wanted to pretend otherwise. Any moment approximately between those two ends would look utterly artificial and it would betray his inner battle in the same way. Now he understood the reasoning behind being "fashionably late" and decided to be there shortly after 11.
"Agreed. Should I proceed at will or wake you perhaps…? Then it was her turn to laugh, she had not expected him to say something so outrageous but it was evident she enjoyed the exchange.
"Please do wake me, it will be far easier to kiss you and I mean to show you something, a very special personal lesson." She seemed to know exactly what things she wanted to share with him and although he had expected they'd focus on him again, it was only fair that this time they switched places. Hopefully what she wanted to show him would be at least close to what he'd dreamed of doing so many times in the recent past, and even if she wanted something different he was curious and willing to help. He hoped to make her scream like he did in his dreams; it had become one of his greatest ambitions.
"Same rules as last night, dear Evey?"
"Sure, unless you want to make changes or additions."
"No, not for now but I'll let you know."
"Great. Wear something comfortable and don't forget the wig."
"The wig! Should I be jealous of it? You seem too fond of it."
"V! If you are jealous of your own wig, should I be jealous of my red panties as well?"
"I… it wouldn't be right. I think…"
"Oh, there's one thing…"
"Yes?"
"The boots. I love them but they are not invited to the party."
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Nine o'clock and Evey was taking her bath. V did not expect her to be out before another thirty minutes and his hearing was focused on letting him know if something changed. At last he'd filled his stomach and although his meal had been a light one, he didn't think he'd be comfortable digesting something heavy after sleeping so many hours, not to mention the effect of the excitement of the moment. The last thing he'd want was to get sick in the middle of a romantic evening. He sipped his tea and pondered what to do next; he'd vowed to get back at Evey for biting him and he also wanted to be bad, very bad.
Of course there were boundaries he didn't feel like crossing yet but that only established a basis he could work based on. Taking off the mask had been at the same time terrifying and liberating and he was very glad Evey had let him take his time and do it himself. He knew she'd very much wanted him to do it but she'd still given him room to make up his mind. He wanted to do it again and in every room of his home if possible but light was a problem. If only he could control lights…He'd only need a few circuits, a remote, batteries, a screwdriver…
Twenty minutes later a handful of components had disappeared from his shelves at the workshop and a new device had been wired to the power lines. A common remote had found a reason to exist and its owner practiced a few times while he still had time. V pressed a few buttons that when combined properly, controlled the lights in one, several or every room at will and on a scale from 0 to 10. All he had to do was press the number he had assigned to specific areas and then use plus and minus keys to make adjustments. With a little more time he could program whole cycles just like in the roses room but for now it would do.
The test was successful and V cleared the kitchen table in a matter of seconds to then slide quietly to the hall to hide behind the curtains at the makeup room, the very room she didn't visit, conveniently located opposite to her room, across the hall. All the voices in his head were busy talking about their collective plan for the evening, making suggestions, betting or simply cheering, and he had to invest some energy on ignoring their excited chatter. He breathed slowly with the remote in his hand and waited for Evey to come out of the bathroom.
Oh yes, he would make her pay and she'd even like it. It was fun to think like a rascal, he was already enjoying it. The key was to be bold and even outrageous. Of course it was always possible to make a mistake but if he managed to control himself and read the signs correctly, all should go as planned. He paid attention to the sounds coming from the bathroom and grinned behind the mask as soon as the lock clicked open. He counted in his head, listening to the sound of Evey's bare feet over stone. He dared stealing the most brief glance in time to see a little thing coming out of the bathroom, all fresh and pink, toweling her wavy hair and wearing a pair of loose sleeping pants and lo and behold, Evil Nipples Little Top. Oh, that meant war, and all he had to do was press a button…
"V! Bloody power's down!"
Silence. Nothing like a little suspense to make things interesting. He had dimmed the lights almost to nothing so even when he could still tell where everything was, for Evey's less sensitive eyes it was black as ink. He could hear her fidgeting and turning to left and right, not daring to take more than two steps on either direction for fear of hurting herself or breaking something of incalculable value to the human race. He waited for a few seconds before coming out of his hiding spot behind the curtains and tiptoed across the hall to stand behind her.
"V?"
"Yesssss?" He answered right behind her startled frame, wrapping his arms around her waist like a black python, pulling her close against him.
"V!"
"Evey!"
"What's wrong with the power, Kaa impersonator?"
"Oh, it happens sometimes."
"Even here?
"Nobody is perfect, my dear. However, I'm right here to protect you."
"Protect me from what exactly?"
"From venomous spiders and vicious and voracious vermin…"
"You sound very suspicious, V."
"Moi?"
"Yes, you devious man."
"Should I let you go, then?"
"Yeah, you've got exactly two hours to let me go."
"Ah, so much to do, so little time…"
V squeezed her a little tighter and lifted her small frame to carry her from the hall to the narrow corridor outside her bedroom, listening and feeling all over his body the vibrations her giggling produced. Apparently she was quite amused.
"Where are we going?"
"I'm escorting you back to your room, dear Evey."
"Aha! I knew it! It's not 10 o'clock yet!"
"Very true and I wouldn't impose on my hostess before time; I'm simply making sure you find your way in this dark."
"Oh. I see."
"And voila, if you reach out with both hands, you should be able to feel your door in front of you now."
He was having so much fun playing that game, Evey didn't even protest and did just what he had suggested; she reached out in the dark and touched the carvings and contours of her bedroom door. V let her down gently but didn't let go, which she seemed not to notice, or at least she pretended not to. She kept her hands on the door, not wanting to lose her contact with something familiar.
"See? At home and perfectly safe. By the way, you smell wonderful."
"It's the shampoo…"
"That's not quite the smell I fancy."
"Eh… so what now?"
"You could wait comfortably inside your room until I figure out what's wrong with our artificial sun."
"Oh. Right..."
"Or I could stay here keeping you company. Sometimes it's a problem involving whole blocks and even I have to wait for it to be fixed by our lovely neighbors above, which could take from five minutes to hours."
"Well, I suppose we could always light some candles… V…?
"Yesssss?"
"You don't have the mask on, do you?"
"Nope."
"…"
"Hello there. Now spread your legs and keep your hands on the door please."