Tempting V

Evey stood up and joined V on the chaise lounge.

V lazily tipped his head to face her as he continued to recover from what was the most thrilling and intensive experience in his life. His chest heaved; his body trying desperately to recuperate lost oxygen.

They just looked at each other; Evey was trying to discern any hint of how V was feeling from his body language. V just watched her from behind the protective barrier of the mask.

“Are you okay V?” She asked, first to break the silence between them.

“I’m fine sweetheart. Thanks to you.” He said, reaching out and stroking her cheek lovingly.

Her stomach somersaulted. That was the second time he had used that particular term of endearment. He had also used a number of others when they were together in the kitchen.

She smiled at him nervously; it was rather late to become coy, given her state of dress or undress as the case maybe. Not to mention the fact that V was sat next to her, exposed from the waist down with his trousers around his boots.

Evey blushed profusely at this thought.

“You do that so well my dear. Tell me Evey, what are you thinking about that makes you blush so?”

What had she done?

How were they going to go forward from here?

She had ruined their easy-going friendship by giving in to her baser instincts. How were they going to go back from here?

“I er…was… er. I am feeling rather vulnerable here. I think I would like to go to my room now.” She said quietly and started to rise from the seat, as her nerve finally deserted her.

His hand descended onto her shoulder preventing her flight.

“Oh no you don’t my sweet Evey. You started this and together we will finish it. Well for tonight at least.” He said silkily.

V stood up and pulled her up with him.

“Now by my reckoning, we are precisely three for one.”

“I’m sorry?” She asked questioningly.

“Currently, it’s three to one in my favour.”

“I’m still not following you.” She shook her head.

V moved with lightening speed. He scooped up into his arms and deposited
her on his bed before she quite knew what was happening. He moved over her, his arms either side of her head, his legs straddling her thighs.

He just watched her, making no overtly sexual overtures towards her. He reached behind her and gently pulled the loop of his apron over her head. The strings had long since come undone, which enabled him to single handily screw it up and throw it lazily onto the bedroom floor.

“Completely naked at last.” He purred.

Evey squirmed under his masked scrutiny.

“Don’t be shy my dear. You have a beautiful body. As I mentioned before, the score is three to one. You have only come to climax once, whereas I have reached my pinnacle three times within the last hour thanks to you, Evey Hammond.”

The blush was no longer isolated to her cheeks, it suffused her entire body.

“I only make it two for one V.” She said quietly.

“Ah, but you forget. I had the pleasure of your company in the shower.” He tapped his temple, indicating that he had fantasised over her as he masturbated.

She turned her head in embarrassment, recalling her accusation from earlier.

“Ah, Evey don’t be shy. You merely voiced the truth. I have ached for you these past few weeks, as you have ached for me. Tell me, what fantasies has your lustful imagination conjured up to satisfy your yearnings?”

“I can’t tell you that!”

“You’re new found coyness is rather charming but a tad belated in hindsight.” He leaned closer to her; mask to face.

She could feel his breath rasp against mouth slit.

“I have just watched you sit between my legs and boldly fellate me and you are unable to tell me what scenarios you have imagined occurring between us?”

“It’s private!”

“You have just fulfilled one of my particular favourites Evey and I would really like to return the favour.”

A scene instantly popped into her head and she swallowed.

“Ah, I can see that you do. Your pupils have just doubled in size and you respirations have increased exponentially.” He whispered close to her ear.

“Tell me honey.”

“Okay, okay. I’ll tell you.” She snapped angrily at being backed into a corner.

She whipped her head to face him directly.

“I fantasise about you doing the same to…” Her voice cracked as she failed to complete the sentence.

“Oh sweet Evey.” V crooned soothingly. “Of course you do. Most women crave to be stimulated orally but rarely get to experience it. As it happens, it was precisely what I had planned next for you, had you divulged your innermost fantasy or not.”

His right hand came up and stroked one of her breasts. He cupped her, running his thumb over the increasingly erect peak. His hand trailed lower and his fingers teased the flesh of her abdomen. He rocked back onto his heels and allowed his left hand to follow a similar path as the other had done.

Both hands now lay on passively on her hips. Only his thumbs moved, as they stroked lazy semi circles up and down. She thrust her hips forward in anticipation; it was the signal that he had been waiting for. He slid further down her body, his mask now facing her sex. The downy brown curls moved as his breath escaped from the confines of the Fawkesian mask. A gloved hand reached out and combed through them.

“Please V.”

His fingers slipped between the slippery folds, she flinched.

“No.”

“I thought. But you just said.” Confused at her indecision.

“No, I meant take your gloves off. I want to feel you, not some inanimate barrier.”

His heart raced. She wanted him, his skin to touch her delicate sex.

Evey reached downwards and took his hand. She removed one glove and then repeated the process with the other. The skin didn’t look nearly as bad as she had remembered. Maybe her memory had embellished the extent of the damage, acknowledging that she hadn’t exactly been thinking clearly those first few days as his prisoner here in the gallery.

“Please!” She begged for his ministrations.

His fingers continued as before, playing with the curls, whilst his other hand tenderly stroked her inner thigh, just had she had done to him a short time ago. He heard her groan, as he slipped a finger inside her silky lips. Her hips gyrated against him for better stimulation.

He momentarily abandoned his exploration to unfasten his mask.

Well, he couldn’t perform cunnilingus on her through this damn mask! He hoped that she would be too far gone with excitement to catch a glimpse of his scarred features and have time to replace the mask after without her noticing.

Keeping the wig in place, he placed the mask close to him and positioned himself back between her thighs. His hands pulled back her plump lips and he carefully slipped his tongue in to taste her.

It was incredible. He had never tasted anything like it. Evey began to mewl as he lapped at her clitoris. She twisted against him, pulled back and pushed forwards. Her moans then changed, becoming an octave higher.
She was close, he could tell. She had done the same in the kitchen just before she climaxed.

He gently slipped two fingers inside of her as he continued to lick.

Evey head thrashed from side to side and she bucked high off the bed as she exploded against his mouth. Her inner muscles gripped his fingers with a force that surprised him. However, he maintained contact with her as wave upon wave of pleasure coursed through her dainty frame. Her movements stilled slowly as her orgasm gradually abated.

He moved up her body and held her close to him. He was stunned to feel her lips upon his.

Lord! In all the excitement he had forgotten to replace the mask.

Evey smiled at him, nonplussed about seeing the mottled red scars that practically covered his face.

“V? You are my tree.” And kissed him again.