Unravelling Evie Ch. 01

"Absolutely brilliant, really got the spirit of me down as well as the drawings," she said with a smile, turning to a grin as she handed the tablet back.

"I took my time, this took me hours," he said, closing it and searching quickly for the other file.

"It shows. Now, the big one," she teased, her smile turning to a grin. His heart started to pump harder again, much harder, as he was about to show her what he had come up with. He'd tried not to go too far with it but had to let his imagination play a little. Finding the file, he hovered on it for a moment.

"You ready?" he asked, wanting to check, buying time pointlessly because there was no way she'd refuse.

"Hit me with it," she said, holding out her hand. He took another deep breath as he handed the tablet back to her, seeing her eyes immediately widen.

"Oh wow," she breathed, an air of shock to her tone. His chest gripped tightly as he saw her green eyes widen, drinking it all in, taking a quick glance around her to make sure nobody was looking over her shoulder as she mentally absorbed what was before her. He saw her fingers tense and relax on the tablet as she stared at what he'd drawn of her; he'd drawn her captured by some unseen villain, restrained by her wrists, bound tightly with rope and pulled up above her head with a ballgag in her mouth and a fearful, exhausted look on her face. Her ponytail flopped down over her bare shoulder, her suit having been wrenched down to below her knees to leave her completely naked in her vulnerability.

Her breasts were firm and perky on her chest, nipples hard above her toned abs. He'd given Evie some muscles tone and she was lithe and strong, her muscles taut in her restraint and abs worked to an impressive six pack. Following down from her toned tummy led to a neat, perfectly kept triangle of dark pubic hair above her otherwise smooth lips, a little bit of a thigh gap and then her toned legs. Another rope was binding her just above her knees, pulling into her soft skin, her suit bunched up just below above her boots. To the side of the picture, a sinister hand in a black leather glove was holding a riding crop, just slapped into the unseen antagonists other gloved hand, the implication to The Wasp clear.

He'd taken some liberties with her measurements but only a little; her breasts maybe a cup size larger, waist pinched in a little tighter and some more curve to her hips, body a bit harder than what she really had, but overall it was a beautifully done drawing of. She marvelled at how good it was, how he'd captured so much energy and action into a still drawing of her, delicate and soft strokes meeting hard and definitive ones to bring her together. Evie also couldn't help but be impressed by how accurate he'd been with her labia, having captured her most intimate area almost spot on. She couldn't help but be a little turned on by it, able to sense his energy and passion for drawing this, knowing immediately how long he must have spent on it, on her.

"I don't have pubic hair like that," she said with a wry smile, breaking the tension a little and hearing him breathe for the first time properly since she'd taken the tablet, "I have it completely shaved off."

"And I don't have abs as good as that," she said with a slight laugh, looking back up to him for the first time.

"Well you told me to draw you as I want you," he said, finding his voice and smiling back again.

"I did, and it's incredible. They both are, but this one..." she trailed off, staring at it once more.

"I'm glad you like it," he said, the relief spreading through him as he took a deep breath and let himself unwind a little.

"I love it, it's stunning," she said, absorbing his quality artwork again. She spent another couple of minutes taking it in, and again flicking onto some other tabs within the drawing to see concepts he'd done for her. They all revolved around the same themes of dominance and bondage, her rendered helpless by some unseen villain, in various states of undress.

"They're brilliant, could you email them to me?" she asked, looking up quite sincerely.

"I...yeah of course, give me your address and I'll send them over to you," he said, caught by the momentary change of topic.

"Great. So this is the kind of thing you'd do to me?" she asked, glancing at the drawing again, keeping it turned in case anybody else got a glance of the screen.

"Well, I could do. It's the kind of thing I'm into and I love it if the girl really enjoys it," he said, finding his voice remarkably calm in the face of her making a bit of a move.

"Which you know I am," she said with a quiet smile.

"Yes I do," he said, smiling in return, heart pounding in his chest like it wanted to escape.

"So why don't you tell me what you want," she said calmly, looking him in the eye. His voice failed him and he couldn't speak, gripped by a sudden intensity at the moment before him, where she might tell him to take a hike if he asked for too much.

"Come on, put your cards on the table," she said, coercing him to answer. Deciding to just go for it, knowing in his heart she'd be fine with what he could throw at her, he went for it.

"I want you," he said, taking a deep breath as coolly as possible.

"Shocker," she said with a knowing smile.

"I think we're both into the same things, I can give you what you crave and we can just have a lot of fun together," he finished, looking into her green eyes. The gorgeous Canadian stared back into his steely blue-grey eyes, expression giving nothing away.

"I'd agree, and that sounds pretty fucking great," she said in an even tone, letting a smile play at the corners of her mouth. He said nothing, both of them locking eyes in silence.

"You realise I'm married, right?" she asked, in case he'd forgotten, holding his gaze. She held up her hand and wiggled her ring finger at him, currently not wearing her ring for the shoot.

"Yes," he replied simply.

"But you don't care?" she said, testing his resolve a little and wanting to make sure they were definitely on the same page.

"No, not at all. I just want you, all of you," he said, heart rate slowed now, speaking with a deliberate tone as he laid it out. It was up to her to say yes or no now. Their intimate moment was interrupted at the climax by the shout back to set, calling everyone to action and ruining things before Evie could answer.

"To be continued," she said with a wink, handing his tablet back to him as she slid from the seat onto her feet and headed back to set. Suddenly taking a breath, he realised how much tension was in him, his chest tight and fists clenched, relaxing and feeling the tightness unwind, perspiration covering him. His heart fluttered as he stayed sat down to let his unnoticed hard on subside, thinking about their conversation. He looked back at the tablet and realised she'd never given him her email, so he couldn't send the drawings.

That afternoons shoot passed in a barely noticed haze; nobody asked him for any input and he just sat back and watched, trying to keep his mind focused on other things than Evie as he flicked through articles and news on his tablet. A break rolled around late in the day, but she didn't come to find him. He couldn't see her anywhere and figured she must have been caught up somewhere else, though the paranoid thought crossed his mind that she had decided to distance herself from him. He sipped on another poor quality coffee and sat by himself, much as he had done all day, until a shadow suddenly interrupted him and Evie was standing before him.

"Hey, sorry I haven't had time to get to you, here's my email so you can send me those drawings," she said, handing him a card with her soft writing on it.

"Thanks," he said, taking the card from her.

"And my phone number," she said simply as he finished taking the card, chest immediately gripping as he flipped the card up in his fingers and saw her number written underneath it. He looked back up at her, managing to hold back a complete grin.

"Call me tonight, after we're done shooting," she said, looking at him with a satisfied look showing she knew she had him round her little finger right now.

"Yeah?" he asked, immediately cursing himself silently at daring to question it.

"Yeah, you can come to my hotel and show me what you've got," she said with a naughty smile, blowing him a quick kiss and turning to head back to set without another word. He stared after her in her tight suit, barely believing it was on. As she moved out of view he stared back at the card, taking in her number for a moment before he scrabbled to quickly get it down on his tablet just in case, before tucking the card away in his wallet. The rest of the afternoon waned slowly for him, watching Evie and the rest of the cast on set doing their thing, dreaming of having her later. He didn't know if she was still unsure and giving him a date, but she seemed pretty on board now. Shooting ran frustratingly late that day and he was desperate for them to wrap up by the time they did, finally able to leave and think solely about what might come.

He knew she'd need some time to get sorted out after shooting so went home to get a shower and something to eat, giving her time before he called her around 7.30 that evening. Heart pumping, he took a breath and dialled her number, the buzz of the ring holding the suspense before she picked up, not knowing for sure it was him but certainly suspecting it.

"Hello?" she said, deep down knowing it was him.

"Hey, just giving you a call to arrange things as we discussed," he said, finding a calm voice.

"Very good, I was worried you might chicken out," she said, an evident smile to her voice.

"Not a chance," he said, which was the truth. No way was he missing this opportunity.

"Good," she said, and proceeded to give him her hotel details, which was somewhere he knew and could be to in a few minutes. She told him to give her a message when he got there and then left him to it. On the drive to her place he kept himself calm and focussed on just having a relaxed time with her, and hopefully getting into her pants. The traffic was still heavy even going on towards 8 and it took him a little while to get to her. Parking the car up, he got out and locked it with a deep breath and then walked up to her hotel, quickly sending her a text message as she'd asked as he walked into the bar. He ordered himself a beer as he waited, and it was just being served to him when she appeared beside him.

"You could've waited for me," she said with a smile, looking up at him as she stopped at the bar.

"Evie I...sorry, I didn't realise how long you'd be," he said.

"That's ok, I've got it," she said, turning to the guy at the bar.

"And I'll have a white wine, he's buying," she said, looking back to him with a naughty smile. The barman nodded and turned to fix it for her as she picked up his beer with absolutely brashness and took a long sip of it.

"Ah. I'll go sit down, come get me when you're done," she said with a little wink and walked off with his beer to find a table, heading out the door to the sunlit patio area. He looked after her, wondering what he was getting himself into as the barman finished up, then paid and went to find her. The Canadian was sitting in a nice sunlit corner of the outdoor area on the nice wooden seating, waiting with his beer. He went over and put her wine down, sliding onto the seat as she sipped her wine, murmuring in pleasure while he got settled and picked up his beer for a first, much-needed drink of it.

"Traffic bad?" she asked.

"Yeah, still busy," he said, standing the glass back down.

"Always is. But forget that now, there's bigger things to worry about," she said, flicking her eyebrows a little at him.

"Absolutely there is. I'm so glad you decided to...well give me a chance," he said with a slight laugh. She giggled in response.

"Well, I've never had a guy on set that I get on with quite like you, or that has the guts to make a move either," she said, tipping her head and taking another drink.

"Good, glad it paid off," he said, equally taking a drink of her beer.

"It certainly could do," she said with a sly smirk.

"Well...I hope so," he said, feeling the nerves as he was unable to quite read her. She studied him for a moment, then sat back in her seat.

"Look, you've made it. Just be cool, you've got me," she said with a genuine look.

"Yeah?" he asked, putting his glass down again.

"Yeah, why do you think I gave you my number? So just chill out and relax, we're gonna have fun I think," she said, a grin spreading across her face as she sat back up and offered her glass to him. Picking his up, they toasted and took another drink, both laughing a little as the tension was broken. He eyed her up, not worrying about her noticing now; she was wearing her hair down, a simple dark blue blouse that followed her curves and black jeans with a pair of flat shoes.

"Sorry, I haven't dressed up for you," she said with a playful role of her eyes.

"I love it, you look hot as fuck," he said, taking a chance to be bold after a pause. Evie raised her eyebrows and gave him a look, sipping her wine before speaking.

"Well thank you, being a little bolder now. Are you sure you don't prefer me in my suit?" she teased.

"You're hot in that too of course, but not so...attainable," he replied with a wry smile.

"Perhaps," she replied with a knowing smile. From there their conversation flowed easily, and so did a few more drinks, chatting openly and easily about much everything as the sun went down to leave the patio area bathed in the glow of electric lighting. Their conversation about sex however had been minimal, with Evie urging him to come upstairs with her later on if he wanted to find out about that. With a breeze picking up a little it was cooler outside, making it appealing to go in, though Evie made no mention of it.

"So, what panties have you got on?" he asked, the alcohol making them both entirely comfortable.

"What? Why are you so interested?" she asked with a teasing smile, knowing full well why he'd be interested.

"You said you hadn't dressed up for me, I'm just wondering if that goes the same for everything you've got on," he replied, smiling over his glass. Evie stared him in the eyes, the moment seeming to stretch for ages until she tipped her head back and downed the rest of her drink, about half a glass of wine before standing the empty vessel down.

"Why don't you come upstairs and find out for yourself," she said, a statement more than any question. As she stared at him, daring him to take the bait, he lifted his glass and gulped the rest of his beer down and pointedly stood the glass down on the wooden table.

"Lead the way," he said matter-of-factly, a smile unable to hide from his mouth. It was the smile Evie loved, the one he had only for her, and she slid out from the table to head inside as he did the same. She felt the buzz of the wine as he walked with her, knowing his eyes were on her ass and loving it as she headed through the foyer and to the lifts, pressing the button and waiting as he stopped beside her. It opened quickly and they stepped inside, Evie turning to press the button before standing back. He slid his hand casually onto her ass, giving it a squeeze as she pushed back into his hand a little.

"Mm just wait a minute and you can have as much as you like," she murmured, not wanting to overdo it in the lift up to her floor. He left his hand there as they ascended, squeezing her firm body through the denim, cock hardening slightly in anticipation of finally having her as she stood coolly with him, in full control. They reached her floor and she slid her hand into his to lead him out towards her room, taking him through a couple of corridors before arriving at her suite. Evie produced a card and swiped it to unlock the door, pushing in and flipping the lights on to reveal a spacious bedroom, en suite bathroom and a large window looking out over the city.

"Wow very nice," he said, looking around the rather opulent room.

"Yeah they take care of me on location," she said, closing the door purposefully.

"Evidently," he said, gazing out of the window at the darkening city.

"Now do you want to come and get it?" she asked straightforwardly, looking him straight in the eye as he turned back to her.

"I...yeah I do," he said, smiling but not moving, heart pounding, nervous to make the first move on her before his legs found their motion and he stepped over to her, the Canadian cutie smiling up at him. She pushed up on her toes as he leaned down to lock lips with her, his first kiss with the beautiful actress which started slow and tentative and evolved rapidly into a hungry, energetic make-out session. Their lips pressed together harder, tongues twisting and sliding together as his hand grabbed her ass fully, giving another hard grope as his other pulled in around her back to pull her close to him. Her dainty hands worked down swiftly to his jeans, easily dispensing with the buckle and flipping the button undone, sliding the zipper down to let her hand delve inside his trousers. Her warm hand grasped his stiffening cock through his shorts, pulling him free of the constricting denim and feeling him swell almost instantly to full hardness for her.

"Mmhm someone's very eager," she smiled through their kisses.

"Absolutely, so someone better do something about it," he murmured in return, finding his confidence in grasping the Marvel star, his hand moving from her back to squeeze her perky breast through her blouse. Evie just smiled and then sank down onto her knees, sliding out of his grasp as she let her hands pull his jeans down with her, settling herself on the floor as she reached up to pull his shorts down as well, releasing his rock hard cock before her as it sprung up from his underwear. It bounced up and throbbed in front of her, absolutely rock hard, making her grin as she wrapped her hand around him, making him groan deeply in pleasure at her finally taking hold of his cock.

"Very nice," she said, stroking up and down his erection, teasing him as she let her thumb press in under the tip of his head to make him pulse, as if he could get any harder. She leaned forward to kiss at the sides of his shaft as she hand moved slowly up and down him, just working him up for a minute as she teased him with her soft lips, letting them play lightly at his bulbous head, moving with him to prevent him sliding it into her mouth as he pushed forward to her stimulations, wanting her to go for it.

"Bigger than my husband," she murmured, feeling him surge in her hand at the ego boost, smiling to herself as she gave a last few teasing kisses around the base of his head and down his shaft. Giving just a moment more of hesitation, she slid her hand to the bottom of his cock and squeezed with a firm grip to hold his still and stiffen him to the maximum before she suddenly engulfed him with her hot mouth, taking over half his cock straight in by sliding her mouth down length so he felt every moment of the liquid heat wrapping itself around him. He groaned loudly, hips bucking at the sudden rush of sensations, pushing into her wanting more but also trying to pull back at the overwhelming feeling as she sucked hard and hollowed her cheeks so they touched the sides of his cock. Evie kept her hand at the base of his cock but flattened it more to allow her to suck deeper, her other hand going to his hips to stabilise her with his motions as his hand pulled into her hair, unable to resist holding her head though he didn't try to drive her, simply following the perfect bobs of her head. His other hand went over her other at his hip as she curled her tongue up to press it into the underside of his cock, letting it drag along the rock hard member and catch beneath his tip every time she pulled back.