Ivan

When I saw her pink lips curve upward and her face soften, a sense of harmony washed through me. My brave little Kitten was willing to give me a chance. Her catlike eyes looked full of sorrow, but I could see the glimmer of determination within them.

Reaching for her hand, I helped her out of bed, watching her face for any discomfort, and I was glad it seemed minimal. I left the lace and silk nightdress on the bed. She was drowning in my shorts and T-shirt and tugged at the shorts as they slid down her slim hips. Her clothes, shoes and toiletries were promptly delivered. I wanted her to be comfortable in her new home.

"You wash up, and I will run the bath for you," I said as we reached the bathroom.

I added some salts to the bath before twisting the gold tap. This would help her if her muscles were aching.

"Uh, I need to use the toilet," she said.

I slowed the flow of water and reluctantly waited outside. It wouldn't be long before there would be nothing between us. Giving my little Kitten a show after my shower had got me hot and bothered again, but tonight was about her—the need to give her what she wanted. I couldn't unleash the sick fantasies I'd been daydreaming about.

I heard the toilet flush and waited a few moments before opening the door. She was brushing her teeth and met my eyes in the mirror. Her hair was tied up in preparation for her bath. I could remove the bandage tomorrow. It didn't matter what she did. I loved watching her. Once she had finished rinsing her mouth out, I went back to getting her bath ready.

She moved closer to the bathtub, nervously rolling the material of my T-shirt between her fingers.

"You have nothing to worry about, Amelia. I want you to relax in the bath. It will help you heal. I'm only going to help you in."

When I found the cunt who did this to her, I would relish what I had planned for him. I checked the temperature of the water before I stood upright. She was looking at the bath with longing in her eyes. I slipped my hands around her before putting them under the T-shirt to drag the shorts and knickers down her ass. My cock jerked at the feel of her ass cheeks. They felt soft, smooth, and curved to perfection. She put the good side of her forehead on my chest as her clothes fell down her legs. I ran a hand up her back and unclipped her bra. Once it was open, I rubbed her back, enjoying the feel of her against me.

"I'm going to take the T-shirt off next," I told her.

She gave a slight nod.

I carefully removed the T-shirt and dragged her bra straps down her arms until she stood naked before me. Her breasts were as perfect as I'd pictured, and her pink nipples were hard, tight little pebbles that I wanted to taste. Some of her bruising looked lighter, but others looked a little darker. Her stomach was flat, and her hips were well-rounded. She brought her hand down to cover her pussy, but I didn't protest because that image was seared into my brain. I held her hand and moved her towards the water.

I gripped her upper arm to take her weight as she bent to sit down.

"Thank you," she said as the bubbles covered her body.

"Do you want your book?"

"No, I just want to wash up and relax a little," she said, blushing from her chest to her cheeks.

"Okay, give me a shout when you're finished. Do not get up by yourself," I warned her.

When she nodded, I moved the washcloth and the floral soap towards her before going into the bedroom. She would be relaxed and pliable by the time she got to bed, which was perfect for what I had in mind.

I messaged Dima to give him a few instructions regarding the office and my little stowaway. It was always best to be prepared. I changed my clothes and put on a loose pair of long shorts because I didn't want to frighten her by sleeping in the nude. I knew she had been attacked, and I didn't know how much she had been exposed to. My jaw clenched, and my lips flattened at the thought of her petite frame up against a man. She couldn't be any taller than around five foot six.

I lay on the bed with my hands tucked under my head, listening to the small splashes of water until there was silence. I closed my eyes as I pictured her naked in the bath, her porcelain white skin slippery and wet. My cock was aching for relief again. I pushed my dick down and gripped it, willing it to go down before I went back to her.

It felt like forever when she finally called my name. I loved the sound of it on her lips and couldn't wait to hear it from her lips when she came. I took the silky piece of nightwear in with me and hung it beside the towel railing. She looked peaceful when I glanced down at her. My eyes dropped to her voluptuous breasts that were poking out of the water.

I cleared my throat. "Are your feet okay?" I asked, reaching for the warm towel before placing it on the side of the tub.

"Yes, they don't hurt."

"Good," I murmured before taking her arm and hand to help her up.

Once, she was standing on the bathmat. I drained the water from the bath before I took the towel and began to dry her skin. I didn't rub hard but wiped the moisture from her body. I turned her around to do the same with her back seeing her ass for the first time. It took everything in me not to stroke the plump mounds of flesh.

I wrapped my arm around her before I rubbed the towel between her legs, taking my time in drying her. Her head tilted on my bare chest with one hand resting on my arm. I quickly dried her legs before I came in my shorts.

After tossing the towel in the bathtub, I slipped the nightdress over her head. There was lace at the front of the V-neck design, leaving a tantalising view of her breasts, and the lace at the bottom sat midway on her thighs. She was looking at the floor with her head tilted down.

I held her hand and led her into the bedroom. She had chosen to sleep on the right side of the bed, so I pulled the covers back and watched her climb on the bed. Her movements seemed smoother, so I knew the hot bath with the salts must have alleviated some of her discomfort. The silky scrap of material rode up her thighs, teasing me with her almost uncovered pussy.

I switched the lights off, leaving the wall lights around the bed on, creating a more intimate and soothing ambience. Her hair was still tied up, with strands around her face. I lay beside her, resting my hand on her stomach.

"If you move, I'll stop," I said, warning her.

Her green eyes flashed a defiant look before she nodded. I wanted her pleasure, not her pain. I kept my eyes on her while slipping my hand down towards her pussy.

"Open your legs for me, Kitten."

She looked away, but I felt her move her legs, and I dipped my hand down until I felt her pussy. Using the tip of my finger, I moved it along her opening, pausing when I saw her arousal. I took her hand and placed it over my cock.

"This is what you do to me, Amelia. You don't need to do anything but breathe, and I want nothing more than to consume you. To drain every last drop of my cum inside you," I said in a low tone of voice.

She glanced down at our hands before opening her hand and rubbing my dick. I closed my eyes and pushed my finger inside her hot, wet hole. I finger fucked her tight pussy while she stroked my cock. I pulled my finger out and licked her sweetness off me.

"You're so fucking wet for me, Kitten. You have no clue how much you twist me up," I growled before moving away from her to settle between her legs. "Hold on to whatever you can, but if you move, I'm going to stop."

I bent down while lifting her leg and put it over my shoulder. Her pussy was a lovely shade of pink, and her opening reminded me of a flower. Her labia was wet, and my mouth watered at the thought of tasting more of her.

I grazed my lips along her inner thigh before lightly biting her soft skin. I sucked the flesh into my mouth. I wanted to remove her abuser's marks and leave my own. She gasped, and I felt her hand on the top of my head.

I pushed my finger deep inside her pussy until I felt her hymen. My cock leaked inside my shorts at the thought of being the first and last man inside of her.

"My sexy little virgin," I whispered against her pussy before I licked her from my finger to her clit.

She let out a small moan as I worked her clit with my tongue.

"What's your surname, Amelia?" I asked while fucking her with my finger.

She tensed slightly before replying. "Walker," she gasped out as I increased the speed.

"Good girl," I murmured before licking her pussy again.

I kept my tongue flat and lapped her up before sucking on her clit until she let out a low moan. She was drenching my finger, which made it easier for me to slip a second finger in. I felt her tight hole stretch to accommodate me. Watching her pussy grip my fingers was a sight to behold.

"Who hurt you?" I asked, but paused my movements and glanced up at her face. I stroked the leg on my shoulder. "If you want to cum on my face, Kitten, you need to tell me."

She looked pained, and her hand gripped my hair. I could see the uncertainty as clearly as day on face, but I remained still because I wanted answers.

"Paul and William Garrison," she finally said, closing her eyes.

My eyes widened at the fact that two men had attacked her. I wanted to ask her more, but Dima would get me everything I needed. Turning my face, I gently kissed her thigh, and I felt her loosen her grip on my hair.

"Thank you, Kitten."

I dipped my head back down and inhaled her sweet, musky scent, which mingled with the fragrance of soap. I pulled my fingers out before stabbing her pussy with my tongue. Her hips moved upwards, and I rubbed her wet clit with my thumb.

She cried my name out and began to move, but when I stopped pleasuring my little Kitten, she got the idea and settled down. This is how I wanted her. To remember me, to know who was worshipping her body.

"I want you to soak me, Kitten. Give me your cum," I said, breathing a little harder as I pressed my cock against the mattress for a little relief.

When I pushed my tongue back inside her this time, I was like a savage eating a gourmet meal after a period of starvation. I tried to be careful of my teeth, but the need to make her cum was all that I could think of. I rubbed her clit harder, intermittently circling it.

When I felt her tense, I shoved my fingers back inside her and fucked her pretty little hole while watching her back arch and her mouth open. She let out a strangled cry as she soaked my fingers like I'd told her to. I continued to move my fingers in and out of her until her pussy stopped contracting around them, and she relaxed. I kissed her thigh before kissing her pussy, giving her a few licks before sitting upright.

"I'm going to cum on you, Kitten. I need to see my cum smeared all over your pussy," I said as her eyes opened.

Her cheeks looked flushed, and she had a dazed look on her face. I pushed my shorts down, but only enough to get the tip of my cock out. I used my precum as a lubricant and began to wank myself. Amelia was watching me and brought a hand to her chest.

"Do you want my cum, Kitten? Do you want a little taste of my cream?"

She nodded, but her eyes remained on my cock. My eyes dropped to her pussy that was glistening. My breath grew more sporadic as I fucked myself hard and fast. It wasn't long until I felt my orgasm approach.

"Here it comes, Kitten," I panted out before slipping the head of my dick inside her hole.

It was just the tip, but the feel of her pussy lips around me was enough to make me spew my cum inside of her. I groaned but continued to rub my cock, needing my balls to be drained inside her. I needed every drop inside her pussy.

Once I was done, I pulled my cock out and rubbed the tip along her pussy, ensuring all of my cum was smeared on her. The thick globs of cum began to trickle out of her making me frown. I scooped it up and pushed it back inside of her. I circled my fingers inside of her, wanting our juices combined, before rubbing my fingers all over her pretty cunt. After doing this several times, I leaned over to Amelia's sweet lips.

"Open up, Kitten," I said huskily.

She instantly opened her mouth with her tongue sticking out.

"Lick our cream up," I said in a harder voice.

She held my hand and sucked both of my fingers into her mouth, taking her time in lapping up our cum. Her eyes were half closed, so I couldn't tell what was going on in her mind, but her enthusiasm was enough for me to know she was going to be a dirty little Kitten.

Once she was finished, I placed my hands on either side of her before kissing her softly on her lips. I thrust my tongue inside her mouth, wanting to taste us. Her hands wrapped around my neck, and she kissed me back. A deeper, softer, warm sensation settled into my core. My mind flickered to my grandfather. He was crazy about my sassy grandmother, and I felt crazy about the woman I was tasting. Amelia was mine.

I released her mouth and kissed her chin, jaw and forehead before reaching for the covers to pull over her. Once I was under the covers, I moved closer to her and slipped my arm around her. I reached up and switched the light off.

"I'm never letting you go, Kitten, and I will keep saying it until it sinks in. You're all mine, every single inch of you."

She didn't say anything, but I felt her hand rest on the arm I had wrapped around her. I relaxed against her until I heard her breathing even out. Once I was sure she had fallen asleep, I messaged Dima with the information I had extracted from her.

As I settled myself around Amelia, I realised that without those cunts she would never have been forced to run away. I needed to know who they were to her before I decided on how to exterminate them.