She frees you, you don’t mess with her… all that much

As Evellyn undoes the final knot, the ropes fall away from your limbs, and you rub your sore wrists with a sigh of relief. It feels good to be free again. Evellyn, however, stands a little ways back, arms crossed over her chest with a wary gleam in her eyes. The posture is defensive and her gaze sharp with suspicion, as if expecting a trick at any moment.

“So… that’s it, then?” she says, skeptically. “I expected you to have me tied to a tree by now, or draped naked over some unfortunate passerby’s lap.”

You grin: “A rather fortunate passerby, I’d say.”

Evellyn rolls her eyes, her lip curling with annoyance. ”Shut up. Is everything a joke to you? Is my virtue? Honestly, I don’t even know why I bothered. If I hadn’t helped, you’d still be hopping around like a fool.”

“Come now,” you say, feigning innocence. “What do you think I am, Evellyn? I wouldn’t dream of double-crossing you right after you helped me. I mean, what kind of person do you take me for?”

Evellyn arches an eyebrow, unimpressed: “Oh, please. I’ve known you long enough to know exactly what kind of person you are. You’re just biding your time. It’s only a matter of-“

You stop time.

The world falls silent, and Evellyn freezes mid-sentence, her lips still parted. You casually walk up right next to her, studying her tense posture with amusement. When you let time resume, Evellyn jumps, startled by your sudden proximity.

”Don’t even think about it!” she snaps, her eyes wide with alarm.

“About what?” You smile politely. You stop time again, walking in a slow circle around her, inspecting her inviting buttocks. This time, you can’t resist. With a swift motion, your hand comes down against her rear, a firm slap that leaves a satisfying sting in the frozen air. A ripple is imprinted in the soft flesh, motionless. You grin, admiring the way her skin flushes pink from the contact.

When time resumes, Evellyn flinches forward, her hand shooting back to cover her ass. Her head whips around, eyes blazing. “I knew you couldn’t be trusted for two seconds!” she hisses, her cheeks flushed with a mix of anger and embarrassment.

“Oh, come on,” you laugh, taking a step back. “Lighten up. It was just a little tap. I could go harder…” But you’re not done. Before she can respond, you stop time once more, slipping behind her. Your hands reach around, hovering just above her chest. Then, slowly, you let your fingers brush against her breasts, circling teasingly around their crowned apexes before giving them a light squeeze. You gently bob them in your hands like watersacks, the sensation as satisfying as ever. Whatever else, Evellyn’s got an astounding set of honkers - just the right levels of firmness and suppleness. With a playful grin, you let time flow again. “Unless,” you whisper in her ear, “you prefer something a little gentler.”

Evellyn slaps your hands off her tits and spins around, her face red with fury, and she shoves you back with a hard push to the chest. “Enough!” she snaps, covering herself quickly. The glare she gives you could melt steel, but there’s something else beneath it- there’s a flicker of arousal she can’t hide, a flush that spreads across her cheeks. She scowls, but her breathing is slightly uneven, and her face has flushed red beyond what even her defiant anger can explain. “You’re not going to keep this up the whole way back, are you?” She averts her gaze as she folds her arms tightly over her chest, her annoyance palpable.

“Who, me?” you grin, raising your hands in mock surrender, before quickly lowering them to cover your bare crotch again. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”