Nymphet
Chapter 13
Clicks and blasts
"Hello there. Now spread your legs and keep your hands on the door please."
Evey was a little too surprised and amused to say no and kept her hands on the door while a newborn rascal squeezed her tight again before running his hands down her waist to measure the contours of her hips and back up to brush her small breasts with the tip of his fingers, making her gasp.
"Now where to start, I wonder? Any ideas?"
Evey decided to have an attack of nervous giggling and managed only to shake her head, unable to talk but still with her hands on the wooden door as instructed and pressing back against him.
"No? Then I'm afraid I'll have to touch here and there to help you think. Would that be agreeable?"
More giggling and nodding answered his question and he began a slow exploration of her belly, right under the waistband of her low cut sleeping pants. Evey stayed very still, just breathing a little faster than usual and by all signs enjoying being the center of the attention.
"Hmmm this seems to be fun but not as fun as it could be, don't you think? Let's try something easier, a different spot perhaps."
First click. It was mostly bravado; he was actually terrified and struggling with the possibility of overloading, which could make him drag her into her bedroom before 10 pm in order to do the first thing that came to mind –which would expose a serious lack of self-control he wasn't ready to admit to- or the situation could escalate until reaching saturation point and make him emotionally and physically numb for hours. A moment of clarity allowed him to remember a key rule to survival that said one should never show fear and he intended to apply it to the current situation. With a little luck she would think his frequent pauses were part of his teasing game although in reality he needed them to keep things under control. He had also the timer he'd just wired as part of his fake power shortage plan to know when he had to stop. Three clicks and then one tiny harmless explosion; that was all he needed to get away with it. He tried wrapping her arms around her and squeezed her again, lifting her small frame off the floor until only her toes touched the stone floor and tilted his head to lick a moist path over shoulder and neck before blowing a cool puff of air to remind her of where he'd just been. The lithe body shivered and her head fell back over his shoulder, granting him permission to continue.
"Oh yes, that spot is very nice…"
"Shall we continue, then?"
"Mmhmm…"
It didn't seem so difficult after all, he thought, just a bit of control and pacing made all the difference. Evey's neck had proven to be a tasty snack and he nibbled on its soft curve and up until finding a tender earlobe he sucked into his mouth to mimic some of what she'd done to his nether regions the previous night. He could feel the frail ribcage expanding and contracting rapidly under his tightly wrapped arms and little gasps came out her mouth letting him know his exploration of her body was successful up to that point. He released her earlobe and let his tongue trace every curve of her ear, making sure he wasn't missing any part of it, which helped him focus on her and remain in control. He finally found the center of her ear and tried to fill the small cavity with the tip of his tongue, tracing its circumference with slow and calculated moves that made her shiver and try to remove her hands from the door.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk," He breathed hoarsely into her ear. "None of that, my little vampire. I'm not done yet."
"I want to touch you…"
"Later."
"Now!"
"If you remove your hands from this door, I'll stop."
"You wouldn't!"
"What makes you think I'm bluffing, sweet Eve?"
"You are enjoying this, aren't you?"
"I admit your ear has the most delicious taste, especially this little corner…"
"Oh…"
It was wonderful to know what he was doing and the possibilities were infinite and delightful. He focused on her ear again as one of his arms left her waist to have a firmer grip on her hip and pressed her bum harder against him so she could feel what he had in store for her.
"And –this- is how much I'm enjoying this, dear Evey."
"Oh God! Let me touch you… please…"
"Not yet."
"I'll do anything you want!"
"Then stay still. That's what I want you to do."
Second click. He let her down and before she could protest he moved his hands up her chest to caress the small breasts again with more boldness than before, squeezing lightly and taking the small hardened nipples to roll them gently between his fingers. She tried to remove her hands from the door once more, probably just a reflex but his hands stopped immediately and left her breasts to punish her misdemeanor.
"Don't stop!"
"I told you I would if you persisted on disobeying."
"Uh…I didn't mean to."
"Should we carry on, then?"
"Yes!"
"Do that again and I'll stop altogether."
"Okay."
He went back to caressing her, starting at her thighs and up to show her he bore no resentment but instead of going back to her breasts he held her tightly against him once more, spreading her legs wider apart with his boot.
"I told you I'd get back at you for biting me and if I enjoy it enough, I might as well get back at you more than once."
"What are you going to do?"
"That depends on how badly you behave, my dear."
"I can be very bad!"
"Hmmmm. No, I don't believe you can."
"Are you calling me a liar?"
"No but I'm afraid you'll have to show me."
"I'll show you, I'll show you!"
"We'll see…"
Everything was perfect and even if they took an unexpected turn at that point, he could consider his practice session a success. Evey was wonderfully responsive, breathing heavily and rubbing against him with her hands obediently on the door, alert to every word he said. She felt warmer than usual and the intoxicating smell her body was brewing filled his mind and made his mouth water. There were things he wanted to do as well and one of them was just within reach. He let his hand travel down her belly and over her sleeping pants to trace delicately the contours of her mound with the back of his fingers. Evey couldn't help yelping and he grinned against her neck, taking mental notes on her reactions. His own body was very interested as well but if he stayed focused on her he believed he could go on tormenting her. The tip of his fingers charged once more and teased the delicate flesh with featherlike touches that made her shiver against him.
"Do you like this?"
"Oh yes…."
"Wonderful."
His arm squeezed her possessively to keep her close to him while his free hand moved further down her body over her clothing to caress the moist slit from beginning to end and back, pressing slightly with his middle finger to spread the soft flesh apart just enough to feel its warmth.
"Take it off…"
He had been so focused that he had forgotten about the gloves completely but her suggestion wasn't even filtered by his mind and he included it immediately in his plan to tease her there in the dark hall, right outside her room.
"I intend to do a little more than that."
Third click. Evey shivered just by listening to him whispering in her ear and stayed very still waiting for him to take off his gloves. She must have been slightly frustrated for a few seconds because he had to stop touching her but she obeyed his instructions and kept her hands on the door while he got rid of his leather companions and with one playful kiss to her neck embraced her again to continue caressing her, this time sliding his hand inside her sleeping pants and underwear. Evey seemed surprised but delighted by the progress as well and tilted her hips slightly to give him more room to move.
V had to pause then; it wasn't quite the same to touch her without the familiar barrier of the gloves and for a minute he feared overloading. He breathed deeply four or five times to clear his head and once more pressed his fingers gently against her moist flesh, marveled at how smooth and slippery she was. It made him proud to think he was responsible for it and felt he had to reciprocate such a warm welcome. He moved his fingers as before, tracing the whole length of her slit as far as he could reach but not as deeply as he knew he could go into her delicate folds. After all they were just getting started and he was enjoying his little game far too much to rush it.
"V…"
"Yes?"
"More…"
He was in such a wicked mood; he actually considered faking an emergency to leave her there for longer than planned, panting and dripping wet, with her hands on the door and practically begging for sex.
"No, my dear, it's not open season until 10 pm, you said it yourself."
"Fuck that, I want it now!"
"But I haven't even changed yet."
"My room. Now!"
"My, my, Evey. You can be so changing. What about our previous deal?"
"What?"
"We had a deal, remember? It will be open season after 10; I should wear comfortable clothes and no boots. Oh, and the wig of course."
"But…"
"Yesss?"
Perhaps it would have been easier for her to answer if he removed his hand from between her legs but he loved to stimulate her delicate nerve ends and she was so deliciously wet that he had a difficult time keeping his fingers from stroking her clitoris or penetrating her right there and before planned. Oh no, he wanted to make her beg for it and in her own bed, just as an appetizer for his ego.
"Please…?"
Her hips moved involuntarily to meet his fingers and it wasn't without some reluctance that he removed his hand to lick his fingers one at a time right next to her ear so she could hear every wet sound and grunt of pleasure escaping his lips as he tasted her. He almost lost control again and shuddered against her, intoxicated with her honey. He had to pace himself; he'd gone too far already to give in just like that. The three clicks had passed and the small blast should happen soon. He just had to wait… The sound was a bit louder than expected and he was almost as startled as Evey who shrieked alarmed at the sudden distraction.
"I'm afraid duty calls, my dear. I should check on our power lines at once!"
"What!"
"But I'll be back as soon as I can!"
"What!"
"Stay warm, will you?"
"Uh…"
"Now please go inside your room and get comfortable."
"Okay…"
"You may remove your hands from the door now."
"Oh, right."
Oh yes, he'd check the power lines to remove all traces of incriminating devious mechanisms she could find and only then he'd change and go back to her room. Being a rascal was definitely in him.