Nymphet
Chapter 14
Cartoons and silk
V could hear Evey pacing in her room where as promised she'd left the door open for him. She sounded definitely anxious, especially after the big clock in the hall chimed eleven, one hour after "hunting season" was open. He considered making her wait even longer but his own nerves -which in all truth had valiantly held even when he had decided to keep on practicing being a rascal by sniffing the unwashed hand he'd used to tease her against the door- could fail him just as easily. After all they were barely becoming familiar with the other's intimate proximity and some accidents could be expected. Evey didn't seem to mind if he made little mistakes here and there and he hoped she kept on not minding.
Wear something comfortable, she'd said and her words kept replaying in V's head, making him chuckle. Wear something comfortable like what, Evey? Comfortable nothing? frankenfurterish comfortable? Perhaps she'd fancy bedding a sweet transvestite from Transexual, Transylvania... He'd laughed far more than normal in the last twenty four hours but she was right; the bed wasn't exactly the best place for leather boots or perhaps she had not yet developed that kink but her suggestion wasn't unreasonable and actually gave him ample room to choose what to wear besides his favorite mask, and dress up for someone who would actually live to appreciate it. Certain purple silk pajamas came to mind, and so did a pair of the softest black cotton gloves, a pair of long tabi socks he'd never found the right time to wear, the lightest neckpiece and of course, a perfect wig. She loved his wigs for some reason and he hoped that at some point in the future she'd end up wearing one to bed after trading it for something of equivalent value, like her unmentionables. Such a pity, he very much doubted he had the hips to wear them properly, at least around her. Perhaps he'd have time to try on the red ones he had stolen from her… But no, he had to be serious. A serious rascal, that is. He opened and closed drawers to produce each item he'd selected and couldn't help caressing every part of his naked anatomy as it was covered by soft cloth of the highest quality, wig and mask.
On top of that he thought he should wear that lovely yet sober black spun silk kimono he'd kept neatly folded for a long time in its fine paper envelope. Or maybe it was too dressy for the occasion; it was a five-crested kimono after all, meant for ceremonial use. On the other hand the possibility of losing his virginity to Evey counted very much as a ceremonial occasion. Hell, he should blow party balloons, bake a cake and tape the whole thing, too. He giggled again and focused on his attire, putting on his favorite brocade slippers as he hummed a mischievous little tune recorded almost one century ago.
"If it's naughty to vamp the men,
Sleep each morning 'til after ten,
Then the answer is yes, I want to be bad!
This thing of being a good little goodie is all very well!
What can you do when you're loaded with plenty of… hell?
And figure, when you're learning what lips are for,
And it's naughty to ask for more,
Let a lady confess; I want to be bad!"
He grinned behind the mask he planned to wear for just a handful of minutes and paused to contemplate his image in the mirror, caressing his chest once more just to see what it looked like. His hands traveled down over the soft purple silk, touching, teasing, kneading, and he had to admit he liked what he saw. He liked it very much… But no, he should stop before he enjoyed it too much and gave in to the impulse of pleasuring himself right there in front of the mirror while Evey paced in her room waiting for him. On the other hand Evey might like to watch, too. Perhaps she had little kinks of her own that he could exploit. Oh, he'd certainly have to add this most recent discovery to his list of things to tease Evey with. He was so good at keeping lists of all sorts; artwork, groceries, chemicals, corpses…
Time to put on the silk kimono, he thought. His small guest could grow impatient and he wanted to stimulate her for sex, not for domestic disputes. He freed the expensive garment from its large paper envelope and put it on, remembering to close it over his chest correctly, left over right, never the other way around unless he was dressing up for his funeral. The long sash wrapped twice around his lean body just below the belly and he tied an appropriate flat knot at the back. Perfect, absolutely perfect, said the image in the mirror, seduced by the original. He was quite the present; juicy inside and wonderfully wrapped in silk, bow included.
"Boop-boop-a-doop…" He purred at his reflection like a dragon in a playful mood, admiring the effect one last time before heading for Evey's darkened open room. He very much hoped the rest of her was just as open and willing to be invaded after making her wait one hour and sixteen… seventeen minutes. As an extra precaution he'd made sure he had programmed the lights to pretend the blackout he had faked had damaged the wiring on Evey's room and all others on her side of the Shadow Gallery to make it look less suspicious. Of all things that could possibly go wrong, he feared above all untimely light. Well, that and accidentally tearing her to shreds.
A short walk from his room to the main hall helped him to focus on his script, although deep inside he was nervous as a rabbit. The Wurlitzer greeted him with a little neon wink and he reciprocated the gesture by caressing the smooth clear cover with his fingers. "You too are in an excellent mood, my love." He whispered at the adored machine. "Would you sing for me tonight? We are throwing a lovely party right here at home, you know." An affirmative answer seemed to reach his ears and he pressed a series of buttons, selecting a number of appropriate songs he'd like to have playing in the background while he visited a young lady in her private chambers.
The path to Evey's room seemed too short, or perhaps he was more nervous than he thought. He focused on thinking that soon he'd be on stage and once there, the performer would take over and the play would banish all fears. He knocked on the open door –polite, always polite- and bowed deeply in the ancient style of the East before crossing the threshold where he stopped, not wanting to be presumptuous and take for granted that he had permission to enter. He could sense Evey inside, waiting. She must have heard him programming the Wurlitzer and then walking to her room, not even trying to be quiet. She felt awake and fully alert but chaotic as well, which complicated the task of locating her in the dark. Perhaps she was well-disposed, or perhaps she was angry for having to wait. At last a wayward pulse of energy reached his sharp senses telling him exactly where she was; standing right behind him in the deepest shadows behind the door where they'd first kissed and yes, very much alert.
"Come here, you!" She said as her small hands made him turn and grabbed two generous fistfuls of silk to pull him deeper inside the room. For the second time in less than twenty-four hours, she dragged him to her bed and pushed him enthusiastically to make him land across the mattress before he had time to protest. She seemed quite fond of that trick and hurried to follow him, climbing up his body like a playful monkey. She straddled his hips and wrapped her limbs around him, making him think that wrestling had never been so erotic.
"Hi!"
"Good evening, mademoiselle! Feeling well, I dare say?"
"Feeling a little hot, actually."
"Poor darling. Should I worry?"
"Newp. I think I like it."
"Glad to hear that. So where were we…?" He purred as his hands slid down her waist to her hips, maneuvering the fragile body to make interesting parts rub against it.
"You said you were going to… do things to me, huh?" She reminded him as her own interesting parts decided to cooperate with his.
"Oh yes, if you were bad enough, right?" He pretended to recall as his hands slid around her to squeeze her buttocks firmly. For one quarter of a second he feared she'd object but she giggled instead, rewarding his ego.
"Right! I'm especially interested on what you did with your hand. You know, at the door…"
"Oh really? I very much doubt a sweet little thing like you could be bad enough to earn that and the complete works."
"Oh yeah? Then I guess I'll have to show you."
"Do you intend to bite me again? I still have to repay you for these marks on my thighs."
"No, no biting. I mean to swallow you, actually."
"Swallow me! At once and without prelude?"
"Oh no! I'd like something first…"
"Ask, my dear. Perhaps I'm in such a mood to say yes."
"Really?"
"Perhaps…"
"It's the… door thing."
"What door…? Oh yes, the 'door thing'. What about it?"
"Do it again. The last part, I mean."
"Pick up where I've left off?"
"Uh-huh…"
"Granted. But first… a kiss."
"Yum…"
He considered it was time to switch positions and rolled with her, making sure her hands were under control. "Our rules still apply, dear Evey. Do not forget this." He reminded her and waited until she'd nodded her head to hold her wrists together in one hand and pin them above her head against the mattress. Everything was going wonderfully well, he thought as he reached behind his head to undo the fastenings and remove the mask before he had time to panic. Evey waited patiently, paying her respects to what was already becoming a shared ritual of transformation. It was dark inside her room but he could still tell she'd looked away with reverent modesty. V breathed again and reached to place the mask over the bedside table where it could play its role as observer.
"Hello." He said to the once more wriggling Evey below him, sounding the same but not quite, as naked as he'd been the previous evening but far less uncomfortable.
"Hi there." She greeted the warm shadow that kept her delicately pressed against the mattress. They remained like that for a minute breathing the same air, adapting to the change they'd missed the previous night amid all the frenzy going on against the wall behind her bedroom door. The small body squirmed to squeeze him tighter, breaking the spell but in return, expressing that Evey had digested what had just happened and approved.
"If you still want a kiss…?"
"Yes?"
"Come and get it." She challenged playfully, tilting her head up to make it easier for him to find her lips. How curious, he thought, barely one day had passed and they had moved forward miles and miles. The best part was how much fun he was actually having just because he had dared to ask for one kiss. It was going far too well, he'd better not get carried away; he tended to make mistakes whenever he grew overconfident. Evey's legs wrapped a little tighter around his waist, compensating for having her arms temporarily restricted. The first time she had taken the lead and despite having a long list of things to do, V felt a little lost. He was ready for emergencies, clumsiness and accidents, not smooth harmony. Oh, but he was worrying too much, he always did. A rascal wouldn't do that. He took a deep breath to concentrate and before collecting his kiss, he teased Evey with playful nips to her neck and chin. The girl squirmed as much as her position allowed, giggling under him, letting him practice the lessons he'd recently learned with patience and good humor. She was a genius at pretending she hadn't noticed he was a novice and he had the good taste of pretending he hadn't noticed she knew. Sometimes complicity outranked truth.
Kissing was still a novelty so it was easy to lose track of everything else going on and Evey took advantage of her more extensive practical knowledge to focus on rubbing against him, using his weight to increase friction. It was a very dangerous position and before long he was struggling to remain in control and not tear her to shreds. He should tell her but delicately, if he scared her the party would be over. No, he shouldn't let go, not even if she kept sucking his tongue into her mouth to give him a tiny little blowjob. Damn, he was sure that if he concentrated he'd feel through the thin silk of his trousers the moisture between her legs that perfumed the room so delicately and made his mouth water. Evey moaned, making him shiver and then panic when she tilted her hips to take advantage of his state of arousal to literally masturbate against him. It showed she liked to play with toys and she'd just found one with fresh batteries and far warmer than the pink vibrator she kept in her drawer.
"Wait, wait! I'm afraid this position is too intense. I'd very much like to go slower this time, Eve." He admitted candidly after breaking the kiss with a wet sound. She thought him blunt sometimes, being so used to expecting lies to cover for every single little thing in life, but she didn't seem to mind. At least her legs around his waist didn't lose their interest on him.
"Hmm. Let me think… Yes! I've got an idea but I'll need to move. May I have my hands back, too? I'm gonna need them for a minute." She asked as her legs set him free and her small body shifted, clearly translating her wish to roll once more and be on top again. V obliged, trying very hard not to suspect, especially when the girl crawled away from him.
"I've got it! I've got it! She proclaimed as she reached the headboard where all her thick pillows were neatly laid. She took them one by one, plumping them up and making them stand vertically against the headboard to create a comfortable backrest. "Ta-da!" She exclaimed once all four pillows were in place and patted a spot before them, right in the middle of the bed. "Have a seat, sir. Right here if you don't mind."
V crawled the short distance and leaned back into the pillows with her small hands on his shoulders and her smell in his nose. He wondered what she'd come up next but even if she tried something, he was quicker and stronger.
"Nice! I think this will do. Spread your legs." She ordered him, reinforcing her instruction with help from her small hands that went to his knees with the clear intention of pulling them apart.
"Excuse you!" He protested before his mind had time to censor anything. "I thought we'd go slower this time?"
The minx giggled again, finding his outburst more charming than anything. At least that's what her small hand suddenly between his legs seemed to express. She grew bolder and squeezed him gently, demanding his full attention.
"V, tonight we're gonna be slower than snails, you'll see. Now make some room for me, will you? Here, I'll show you." Her hand released him and joined its partner in a renewed attempt at making him spread his legs. He let her do, more curious than concerned and his leniency was soon rewarded. The small guest crawled between his legs and her arms reached around him after a quick exploration of his outfit to undo the knot at his back.
"We don't want to ruin this, do we? It's just too pretty." She explained as her nimble fingers found out how to untie the knot and quickly disposed of the silk sash that kept the kimono in place. V feared she'd try to unwrap her present on its entirety and prepared a way out of but she settled for pushing the black fabric out of the way. The purple pajamas' softer silk seemed to fascinate her and she hurried to settle against him, sitting on her hip with her legs folded under her. "Better?" She asked from her new position, laying her head on his shoulder and running her hands over the new fabric.
Better, she'd said? It was perfect, V thought. Not only it was comfortable, it was definitely convenient. He could tell just where her hands were at all times, they were in very close proximity and he could kiss her, hold her, and caress her, all at once. Being in a poorly lit room was quite convenient also and he grinned like a naughty wolf.
"Wonderful, actually." He replied, using just the right tone of voice to congratulate Evey for her ingenuity. He pulled her closer and cupped her cheek with his free hand to kiss her lips with lazy sensuality. If he wanted her to keep a slow pace he'd better show her what he wanted. Evey relaxed against him, sliding one hand behind his back and using the other to caress his chest. Only then V's previously distracted mind began paying attention to a handful of small things; she was still wearing the same pair of loose sleeping bottoms she'd worn not two hours ago when he'd teased her against the door, and the infamous Evil Nipples Little Top covered her slim torso just as stubbornly. His free hand caressed her side and down her hip, proving that as he had suspected she had persisted on not putting on underwear. Good, he'd practice restraint and visit that neighborhood later. In the meantime he could perfectly focus on becoming familiar with Evey's bare torso but something stood on his way; Evil Nipples Little Top. Think; he had to think on a plan to be rid of it…
First a handful of passionate little kisses to keep Evey distracted. Good. Then featherlike touches from her back to her chest to make her grow used to the closeness… then work the nipple. Yes, the nipple was the key. Pinch it lightly and roll it between thumb and forefinger… yes, yes, squirm Evey, squirm… couldn't possibly be any easier. Then slide the hand down her side and bring it back up –with- the fabric…
"V, what are you doing?"
"Umm… helping you out of this?"
"Aha, that's what I thought. Are you going to strip as well?"
"Eh… no."
"Then I shouldn't either. It wouldn't be right, don't you think? Nothing personal, just a symmetry thing."
"Yes. Yes of course, dear Evey. You are absolutely right."
Bitch. He quit messing with Evil Nipples Little Top, very close to throwing a fit for not being able to remove her clothing but not wanting to ruin things –or- reciprocate in the matter of clothing removal either. She consoled him with more tongue in his mouth and the small body pressed harder against him in the most delicious manner. However, he still wanted to get her naked. Naked and sitting on his face if possible.
"I love cinnamon…" She declared out of the blue. "No wonder I was in such a mood for cinnamon muffins this morning" She added as if that explained everything, which of course didn't.
"Hrm?"
"Sounds crazy but you taste like spices, like cinnamon."
"Really? I had no idea, dear Evey."
"Well, you do and I love it!"
"Are you having me with tea, then?"
"Yes. Well, except for the tea. So… you said we should ask before doing something, right?"
"Right."
"And we are not going to strip, right?"
"I believe that at this point we'll definitely not."
"Aha. But we can still… y'know, touch?"
She couldn't possibly be any sweeter. He felt tempted to punish her for keeping Evil Nipples Little Top or tease her and perhaps even question her until he made her blush but her cheek felt hot enough against his shoulder and she sounded far less secure than five minutes ago. If she was fighting her own demons he couldn't tell but knowing who she was and where she came from suggested that she just might. It would be useful to remember not to push her too far or he risked offending her. If he was touchy in terms of boundaries and expected her to respect them, she should enjoy the same privileges. Except for the stripping thing, he'd find a way to get her naked and soon.
"Touch like last night, do you mean?"
"Yeah…"
"Would that please you, Evey?" Well, perhaps he could tease her and question her just a tiny bit after all. She seemed to find such conversation interesting.
"Oh yes. I liked to touch you. I liked it very much…"
Her small hand reached down to brush the front of the silk trousers with suggestive coquetry and V was ninety-nine percent sure she did enjoy loaded questions. The delicate hand moved up and down, stressing her point and making him become aware of his own unsteady breathing.
"And what exactly do you have on mind, dear Eve?"
"I want to touch you just the way I touched you last night behind the door and stuff."
"Oh dear… just… the same way?"
"Yes. But wait, not really. This time I want to do it much slower."
"Much slower…?"
"Uh-huh. I want you to feel everything."
"I see…"
"So may I? I'll just put my hand inside your jammies like this…"
"All right…"
"And I'll move it like this…"
He forgot he was in charge of the loaded questions once his concentration abandoned that old boring subject to focus on Evey's hand moving up and down inside his trousers, twisting, pulling, squeezing, all to keep him guessing and completely besotted. One of the most difficult things to hide was skill and the girl was obviously good at pleasuring a man like that. He could picture her stroking one and a hundred others up there in the common world. Common places and common faces he could remember from his surveillance sessions peopled his voyeuristic fantasy. V shivered, absentmindedly noting that the thought of Evey pleasuring someone else made him jealous but above all increased his arousal to unexpected levels. Her hand reached lower and cupped him from below, squeezing gently.
"Evey, you'll want to be very careful there!"
"Don't worry, I'll be careful. I think you'll like this." The delicate fingers explored him with tender devotion, becoming familiar with his body. "I think I like these two. They are just like a bull's, full and heavy. Yeah, quite lovely…" She concluded and then showed her admiration by means of the softest massage V could ever imagine.
"Good?"
"Very good, Eve…"
"But can't do this for long, I'd hurt you."
"Oh well, there are many other things we can do."
"Speaking of which…"
"Yes?"
"I'm thinking on something…"
"What would that be, dear Evey?"
"Um…you know… "
For a minute she doubted, as if fearing he'd say no to whatever she suggested and insist she kept on pleasuring him instead, perhaps a pattern she was familiar with from previous partners. The small hand went back to stroking him with far more gentleness, in what translated as a promise, as a discreet reminder of what she –could- do if he agreed to something she wanted first.
"Yes?"
"You know… what you did to me against the door…"
"This?" He asked, pretending to sound innocent while sliding his free hand between her legs to caress her lazily with the back of his fingers.
"Mmhmm…"
"Or this perchance?" He ventured with growing confidence, once more pressing the tip of his finger to her tender flesh with the clear intent of running it along the moist slit, just the way he'd done a couple hours ago. The thin body arched, approving his suggestion and he went right ahead with Evey's full cooperation. She shifted slightly to give him better access, draping her leg over his, with her knee bent and her foot firmly on the mattress.
"Is this what you wanted, bad little Eve?" He whispered in her ear, encouraged by her little gasps. By her response he could tell how much she'd actually been looking forward to having him please her in such a way. He felt her nodding her head against his shoulder, with her hand still around him but too distracted to keep on stroking him.
"Take it off…" She pleaded for the second time in one night, obviously referring to the glove he was wearing. V grinned, finding yet another way to practice being bad.
"I will if that little hand of yours goes back to work."
"What? Oh my, I forgot! Better?"
"Mmhmm…"
"So take it off!"
"You forgot the magic word…"
"Please?"
"Much better."
He should have started misbehaving years ago; making people beg was so damned fun but making them beg for pleasure was more than fun, it was fulfilling. He took his sweet time in removing his hand as slowly as he could manage to make her notice its absence and with just as much laziness removed the glove to make her miss his hand twice as much. Evey waited and waited, forgetting once more to keep her hand busy.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk."
"Oh, I forgot again! Sorry."
"I believe someone in this room had promised to be bad. Or was I lured into this room by false advertisement?"
"Damn!"
"Do you remember the door, Evey?"
"I do!"
"Very well, then this will sound familiar; if your hand stops again without my permission, I'll stop playing with your wet little slit and you'll go to bed without your supper."
"You are evil!"
V waited for a second, and then two, close to fearing Evey would take advantage of her hand's position to really hurt him for casting threats like that but she applied herself to fondling him with renewed enthusiasm, delivering slow but firm strokes, remembering his wish to enjoy things at a slower pace. He rewarded her with a handful of heartfelt moans in her ear and cupped her face for a fierce kiss that promised no more teasing before sliding his hand inside her loose trousers to get serious and use his fingers to spread her delicate folds.
The Wurlitzer fell quiet after playing all the songs V had selected, enough music to fill at least one hour of quality time spent in good company. Nobody seemed to notice there was silence outside Evey's room where music of other sort provided a more appropriate soundtrack. The lithe body swayed in his arms, inviting his fingers to find a practical use for all those hours spent studying anatomy and V loved it, he just loved it. He didn't know exactly how much time they had spent just kissing and eventually fondling each other but he loved everything, from what he felt to what she was obviously feeling by herself –and- with his help. That part was definitely a plus; he discovered it was immensely gratifying to find new ways to make her melt. In truth he was having a great time learning her language of barely audible moans and whimpers, and kept experimenting with pace and pressure to know what pleased her most.
Paying attention to Evey's body language was fascinating and in a way he was surprised at how far she was letting him go without the slightest protest. His fingers abandoned the swollen nub they'd tortured for some good five minutes and slid down to tease Evey's entrance with playful touches, attempting to distract her from her own task. The small hand squeezed him a little harder translating the growing tension in her body but she managed not to stop, fully aware he was serious about sending her to bed without her supper.
"Do you have any suggestions at this point, dear Eve?" He breathed out in her ear, pushing the tip of his finger barely inside her and knowing damn well what she'd suggest. He found her even wetter than before and took full advantage of her slippery juices to move his finger in lazy circles, becoming familiar with the soft ring of tissue between her spread legs. Evey gasped, squeezing him again and this time betraying a growing deterioration in both control and dexterity. He loved being a pirate.
"Uh… uh…"
"Cat got your tongue, child?" He teased her again, wondering if he was going too far with his little game. Just to be sure he moved his finger in wider circles, stretching her gently and making her hiss against his shoulder.
"No…no fucking cat …" She managed after a handful of seconds and V didn't know if he should congratulate her or torture her a little more. Torture sounded far better and he pushed a second finger barely inside her, this time ready to remain in control despite another involuntary squeeze of her delicate hand to his own sensitized flesh.
"Ah, there you are, Evey. Always a pleasure to chat with you." He purred in her ear, making a conscious effort to sound as filthy as possible. "Any suggestions, then?" He reminded her of his previous question, enjoying every little ragged breath escaping her full lips and wondering what phrasing Evey would choose to express her wishes, hoping she wouldn't sulk as she often did when confronted directly. After all and despite her occasional bravado she was still a shy little creature used to be treated badly.
"Your fingers…"
"Yes?"
"More…"
"More what, Evey?" He inquired wickedly, flooded with inspiration, still moving his fingers with languid patience and using his thumb to caress once again the girl's sensitive bud, making it even more difficult for Evey to give a coherent answer. The girl squirmed after what seemed an hour, uncomfortable for no apparent reason. He heard her whimper and then stir in his arms, producing a series of confusing signals, alternately pulling him closer to then attempting and failing to move away. Evey seemed torn, at once willing and reluctant to say exactly what she wanted. V remembered who he was with and wondered if she had ever been able to say what she wanted in bed. She seemed at ease when it was her turn to provide him with pleasure but she doubted when he offered the opposite. He sensed he was getting too close to unsteady ground and fearing ruining the evening decided not to push her further. There would be time to make her confront her conditioning in a more appropriate environment. His fingers offered to help and slid one inch deeper inside her, making her confusing body language stop altogether. "Something like this, dear Evey?" He suggested as his fingers moved again in circles, combining his previous stretching with gentle motions back and forth. Evey said nothing but nodded her head and leaned back on him comfortably, with her small hand still stroking with perhaps more firmness than before.
Good, V thought as a small chill crept up his spine. He'd just defused a little bomb and things seemed to be heading on the right direction again. In the future he'd be more alert to spot Evey's signs of discomfort. The girl tilted her head up, asking silently for a kiss, which he read as a very positive signal. Her lips felt softer than earlier, no doubt because she was so deliciously stimulated. The fingers inside her slid another inch deeper to reward her cooperation, making Evey melt further into his arms.
Another gentle twist, another playful thrust and the girl was enjoying herself too much to notice –or care- that she'd become the fascinating subject of V's latest experiment. His mind was too curious to be intimidated for long and a small crowd of enthusiastic voices in his head came up with an ingenious plan and split into two groups; one would have sex with Evey through V and the other would take notes. Just to be fair they agreed to switch places every two and a half minutes. V had no idea of how they planned to keep track of time but that was their plan so it was their problem to follow it. In the meantime he was busy keeping up with Evey's subtle requests, moving his fingers inside her as fast and as hard as she managed to ask between gasps.
The voices inside V's couldn't decide if they were in an orgy or gangbanging Evey instead but the idea made them laugh hysterically for a whole minute and only after sixty endless seconds they remembered what they were supposed to be doing and went back to work, with one group moaning dramatically and the other cheering while taking notes. He tried to ignore them, tried to pretend they weren't even there but the show was so amusing that he had to snicker. Fortunately Evey was too busy to notice anything but those two long fingers up inside her. The fragmentary personalities directed their attention to their host and attracted his attention assuming that if he could hear them, they could make a few "suggestions" to spice things up.
V stopped for exactly five second, fearing they'd come up with something entirely inappropriate but all the noise in his head died. Oh, they were dangerous when quiet, like naughty children playing pirates with mum's new kitchen knives. He adjusted the angle of his fingers to increase friction over a spot Evey favored and reassumed his caressing of her slippery walls before she sensed he had been distracted by something. He felt them stir in his mind, gathering energy to do something and knowing just what they were like, expected them to make him blush with some lewd remark. It was about time he scolded them for their imprudence and he prepared to do so but instead of shouting they whispered anxiously, confusing him with their various suggestions.
Great, now he'd have to manage fingerfucking Evey nice and proper, figure out what they were trying to say before they grew impatient and annoying, -and- correct his speech before it fell into a bottomless abyss of irretrievable vulgarity. They had a way to interrupt at the worst possible times. Fine, fine, he could keep up with everything if he tried hard enough, even if Evey hissed and shivered in his arms when he brushed that slightly rugged spot inside her. He still had to get her naked, yes. But wait, he was supposed to be doing something else… Oh yes, they wanted to say something. His attention was slightly diverted from Evey's slippery nerve ends to a multitude of excited voices that somehow had reached a consensus to suggest him the use of his thumb again, making him snicker a second time. He had to congratulate them for their unusual composure and sensible thinking. It always fascinated him how things without a real mouth or anything close to a real body managed to be so expressive. Perhaps one day he'd tell them how creepy they looked when they grinned showing those fangs…
"Evey!" They shouted in his head, reminding him of what he was supposed to be doing. They hurried to figure out who was supposed to take notes and who was supposed to enjoy the show, and took their respective seats with minimum fuss. V granted them a few seconds to concentrate and focused once more on the panting creature in his arms. She seemed to have no complaints yet. Good. He held her tighter and licked her earlobe delicately to get her attention.
"Enjoying yourself, my sweet?" He breathed in Evey's ear after a series of particularly vigorous motions inside her and stopped altogether to encourage her to answer or perhaps to enjoy the feeling of her inner muscles squeezing his fingers involuntarily. She nodded her head against his shoulders, tilting her hips to let him know she hadn't had enough yet. The fingers inside her remained motionless but V's thumb rediscovered her and tickled the delicate folds between her legs with featherlike touches.
"Evey?"
"Huh?"
"Do you find this pleasurable?"
"Uh-huh…"
At least he wasn't talking like a pimp anymore, he thought. He pressed his thumb to her tender flesh, moving it gently from left to right, spreading the swollen lips in search of Evey's tiny nub. The girl shivered, betraying that he'd just found what he was looking for and many grinning mouths shone in the dark of V's mind.
"And this? Do you like this?" He asked in a whisper, exploiting Evey's liking for erotic talk while rubbing the delicate tissue with tender devotion.
"Yeah…"
"Harder?"
"Oh yeah!"
He loved knowing exactly what he was doing and obliged gallantly, making sure Evey noticed exactly when he started moving his fingers inside her again to provide her with twice as much entertainment. He felt her squeezing his fingers, pulling them deeper inside her with greed not quite to be expected. Evey Hammond was far more than just a frightened little creature.
"Faster maybe?"
"Yes!"
The delicate female body grew increasingly tense, noticeably all along the bottom of her pelvic cavity, making him fear she was hurting but Evey wasn't complaining in the least; she'd even forgotten she was supposed to reciprocate and her small hand abandoned duty inside his trousers to join its partner in grasping handfuls of dark silk pajamas. V considered punishing her for neglecting him but in consideration of her temporarily lack of coordination, he thought it wise not to have her hand near delicate neighborhoods any longer. On the positive side, he could use it as an excuse to reprimand her later. The very next evening if possible…
Evey's small body contorted once more in his arms, making him put his plans for further mischief on hold and encouraging him to apply more pressure instead. Her timid gasps started sounding as more than an expression of approval and he held her closer to his chest to listen attentively until he realized she was actually asking him to keep his hand right where it was. Once in a while even ideas had to puff up with pride and he obliged happily, adding another pinch of vigor in the process. The tension in Evey's muscles became obvious even in the near dark and eventually she lost all ability to produce intelligible words. The frail body arched as far as his tight embrace allowed, shuddering with a beautiful orgasm. He had expected her to be far less noisy than him and in fact no sound came out her mouth, except for ragged little breaths. She had instructed him not to remove his hand and he obeyed, marveled at feeling a series of distinctive contractions happening between her legs every few seconds, even after her orgasm. He counted eleven and although he didn't know what to call them, found them utterly charming. Next time he'd try to feel them from inside her body and with something thicker than his fingers. He pulled the relaxed body closer and kissed Evey's lips gently, giving her enough time to recover.
"Good?" He knew she'd liked it but his ego was in the mood for some pampering and wanted to hear a positive review, just like the ego of any other bloke would. He'd put a lot of effort into it and he thought that considering the fair amount of theory he'd recently acquired, compared to a relative lack of practical experience, things had turned out pretty well. Actually he thought he'd excelled on a scale from 0 to 10 for that first attempt, just the way he did on everything he had an interest on. Of course he'd do it well; he'd studied the subject and Grey's anatomy had become one of his favorite books and for reasons that had very little to do with medicine or murder.
"Mmhmm… very good." Replied the listless little beast in his arms. Evey stretched her thin limbs and stirred, looking for a new position. V knew just what position he wanted her to assume next. Things looked well; he was centered and in control, and she was relaxed and happy, therefore far more likely to reward his gallant ministrations with that warm mouth of hers around him. He removed his moist hand from between her legs and ran one finger over her lower lip, hoping to remind her of what he wanted and she could provide with such skill. Her full lips parted and her pink tongue wrapped around his finger to lick it briefly before guiding it in to suck on it adoringly. He had not expected her to do that and had to fight the sudden impulse to remove his gloveless hand but she seemed to be enjoying it and that settled the matter.
To be honest it was unexpectedly good; the warm and soft mouth was very busy playing with his finger, making him squirm despite himself, especially when she nibbled on the tip and sent the most delicious shivers up and down his body. Not quite where he wanted her to be but he could take a little more teasing before that. He held her closer to his chest with the left arm and leaned back on the pillows to surrender to the patient prelude. He decided he liked that slower pace; it was giving him the chance to appreciate the finer shades and colors of what they were doing and his senses were better able to process all that maddening pleasure without risking an overload. He concluded burning was extremely fun but simmering had very nice advantages and dared going a bit farther, shifting slightly under Evey to find a better angle and grind slowly against her hip, all to increase his own enjoyment and also remind her of just what he was waiting for.
Yes, he did like a slower pace, maybe not as the first option for every future encounter –he loved to know there would be more of such nights, as many as they both wanted, something he'd never even considered before finding Evey- but at that specific time, the pacing was perfect. He could already anticipate he'd choose to stay on the same tempo when they got to his already favorite part of the still limited repertoire they were exploring and just thinking on Evey's little mouth sucking him for real with such slow care was enough to make him moan. He'd make sure to remind her he wanted her to take her time.
She'd also said she would teach him something he'd never forget before the night was over and he could sense she was getting ready to do so. The little mouth delivered another playful bite and went back to sucking on his finger. He could only imagine what that new lesson was related to and he couldn't wait. She'd have to follow the rules as agreed but so far those limits had proven not to be overly annoying, except for… Evil Nipples Little Top. Oh well, he'd have to think on what to do with it. He was also glad his sight was so much better than hers, something he did not intend to tell her about, at least not yet.
Oh yes, he'd been such a good lad; he'd even made her beg for pleasure. From top to bottom he'd certainly earned a long, and thorough blowjob. He didn't know if Will would approve of his current use of the English language but he sure would if –he- knew what Evey was capable of with that hypocritical little mouth of hers. He planned to be alert and not miss one single thing; his mind was already working on producing detailed mental records for enjoyment and study. Perhaps he should also consider seriously the idea of installing some of his cameras inside her room to satisfy his voyeuristic appetite. The light would be a small problem but he was sure infrared equipment would suffice. If he got the cameras in there he'd be able to watch the tapes as often as he'd like, and perhaps Evey would like to watch them with him. Then he could make new tapes of both, watching old tapes and replaying them. Oh, that could become such a fun game to play…
He had to stop for a moment; things would get out of control in a matter of two or three minutes if he didn't. He focused on his breathing, trying to apply theory to practice and maintain his level of arousal and still remain in charge of his body. He counted slowly in his head to focus on something neutral and once he'd reached a sensible stage, looked down to announce he was ready for the next phase. If he had known how erotic the sight of Evey sucking on his finger would be, he would have looked long before instead of wasting visual time laying his head on the pillow but there would be time to do so next time, what mattered now was that he was ready and Evey had fallen asleep on him.
All of a sudden all the voices in his head screeched outraged in perfect unison. No, she couldn't possibly be asleep, she just couldn't! He wanted to scream, slap her awake and after that grab her by the hair and make her blow him. No, this time she'd gone too far with her teasing, knowing perfectly well that he was dying for it and that he had worked to earn it, too. It was so unfair of her, to treat him like that. She'd only stayed conscious for long enough to have –him- satisfy her. Quite frankly he felt like a whore. It was not only unfair but also mean and even worse, it was… cheap.
He demanded to know who was responsible for it. He wanted name and address of the cheap bastard who had taught her such… bad bed manners. And then he remembered having heard those exact words of disapproval in his sleep not long ago, on the night they'd first kissed, and to be more accurate, on the night he'd fallen asleep on her bed right after she'd devoured him. He felt the warmth in his face changing from one of anger to one of embarrassment; -he- was the one with bad bed manners. She'd even found his slip funny, a reaction far more elegant than his. He felt his rage vanish, replaced by understanding. No wonder she'd said she'd teach him something he'd never forget and not only she'd shown him how annoying bed partners could be without even being aware of it; she'd also chosen to show him she trusted him enough to put herself in a very vulnerable position just when he was likely to turn into a rabid lunatic after discovering her trick. Part of him was also proud that she'd found the strength to demand respect from him. If she learned to do that more often, his work deprogramming her could be considered a success.
A long sigh broke the silence of the room and V pondered what to do next; he could wake her, take it like a big boy and –maybe- carry on with the festivities or he could leave quietly and accept the prank with grace. He could also strangle her, bring her back to life, make her blow him and then strangle her again. No, that would be too much, besides he was hard enough to feel something close to pain and he didn't want to imagine what he'd feel like in the morning if he didn't do something about it and soon. Of course he could do it all by himself but… no.
"Eve…"
Just a whisper was enough to wake her from the light sleep she was in and V felt her body grow slightly tense as she probably expected he'd react in a negative way after all to what she'd done. The little mouth let his finger go and she looked up at the shadows, waiting.
"Manners. I get it."
"Nice. Now where were we?"
"I believe you were about to take advantage of me."
"Do you still want me to?"
"Oh yes…"
She was so good at distracting him with words; she'd already managed to shift in his arms to look for his mouth and continue her playful questioning between slow but fierce kisses.
"And what should we do to you now…?"
He couldn't help twitching with need, feeling her small hand wrapping around him again inside the pajamas trousers to stroke slowly while she pondered out loud just what she'd do to him next. He was too busy controlling his body to realize right away that she was actually asking him what he wanted but she waited patiently for his answer until he composed it.
"Suck me. Slowly."
"My cinnamon roll…"
V leaned back into the pillows, letting his body relax at last. He was starting to feel quite comfortable with having that delicious animal moving slowly between his legs, letting her do what she thought was right. His greatest task was that of breathing deeply as she tormented him with slow, deliberate touches so he could tell exactly where she was and what she was doing.
Once more his voyeuristic kink entered the stage of his mind and he pictured Evey servicing other men, even if they were not especially interested on women, like Mr. Dietrich. In his fantasy they were all in the same room and Evey kept her lovers entertained while he watched from a fancy chair in a privileged corner. Mr. Dietrich seemed to be having fun, and so did Mr. Finch but the pup Dominic was the best of all, looking straight at him and licking his lips, inviting him to enjoy Evey and perhaps even himself. Such an interesting discovery, he'd have to explore the thought later, maybe tomorrow once his head was clear.
Yes, the slower pace had advantages; he even managed to ask her to stop twice to regain control when he thought he was getting too close to release. It seemed to please her and she even volunteered to help him by means of making him focus on brief sessions of gentle kisses that kept him warm but in control. The small mouth devoured him again, making him look down and put his little fantasy aside to simply enjoy the moist reality moving up and down between his legs. Evey paused for a moment to catch her breath and it came to mind that although she hadn't complained yet, she had spent a considerable amount of time focused on his needs and if he pushed her too far she might be reluctant to grant him her favors in the future. No, being a rascal did not imply being rude, inconsiderate and therefore stupid.
"Evey?"
"Hmmm?"
"Now… now…"
It was too dark to see but he could have sworn the little demon grinned around him before turning into a petite fury that traded her previous patience with primal vigor, solely devoted to the task of making him explode as quickly as she could manage. Perhaps she was trying to break a personal record, he suggested to his inner voices that giggled delighted. Oh, if they only behaved like this more often…
He leaned deeper into the pillows, not even trying to move or grab a fistful of soft curly hair. After all Evey had everything under control and his only job was to twitch in her mouth, vaguely thinking that she'd kept him simmering for a long time and in a way it had been like replaying the first time in slow-motion. He remembered he had to bring cameras into the room and then he forgot what he wanted them for in the first place. All that mattered was the pool of burning ice in his belly, expanding, running up and down his body like a wildfire that erased the world around him, depriving his mind of anything but pleasure and the sound of his voice, howling deliriously and not giving a damn any longer.
"No more… no more… oh dear…" He begged as soon as consciousness found him after what seemed like an eternity, noticing that somehow he had managed to keep his brocade slippers on, which seemed ridiculous, almost surreal. The thought of being so impossibly neat at all times made him chuckle and point out the fact to Evey, still between his legs and quite busy licking a small drop off the back of her hand. "My sweet," He breathed out. "My boots are not guests to your bed but my slippers managed to sneak into our little party." The girl giggled and shook her head, reaching behind her to remove the delinquent slippers and toss them on the floor next to the bed. She dusted her hands together with a satisfied grunt and hurried to lean back on the listless body resting against her cushioned headboard.
"Hiya Wolfie. Did you come nice and hard?"
"Mmhmm…You?"
"Uh-huh!"
"Good. Mind if I pass out now?" He asked more dead than alive, reaching for the mask and wondering if he had been bad enough for one night. He thought he had but there was always room for improvement and he was determined to be twice as bad the next time.
"Actually I've got one last little thing to show you so don't put it back on just yet, okay?" She ordered as she rearranged his clothing lovingly and climbed up his body to press her parted lips to his with the sole purpose of delivering one last sensuous kiss, spiced up with his essence. A slow explosion of exhausted pleasure crept from his belly up to his chest, taking his breath away. She licked his lips goodnight and helped him put on the mask and slide down the pillows that were quickly laid along the headboard for sleep. He sighed, satisfied beyond his expectations for the night and felt Evey's body shift under the loud crocheted blanket she'd pulled over both, no doubt ready to spend her second night cuddling with a tall and warm rag doll.