"What do you need to know?"

He was again immensely proud of her and beyond thrilled that she's chosen him to share a part of her that was obviously painful and private.

"First, I need you to understand there is no judgment here...ok. Just me trying to understand and know you better."

"Mmm" she nodded.

"Why the random men and why aren't they allowed to touch you?"

She shifted on him a tad bit uncomfortable, surprised that the questions went so hard so fast. But her movement only made the straining in his pants more painful.

"Because as the times flew by, BOB didn't cut it anymore"

"BOB?"

"Battery Operated Boyfriend."

"Oh... Go on"

"And because that's how I felt I could be in control somehow."

"Is it because at some point you felt that was taken from you?"

She tried to get up from his lap, but two steady pair of hands around her waist held her down and in place.

"Don't run away Ms. Natalia... take your time but answer the question."

She sighed and lay her head in the crook of his neck breathing him in. He gently stroke her head waiting for her to compose herself and get the strength she needed to continue.

Not moving an inch from where she was, she started speaking softly with her breath caressing his neck. She was driving him mad, and didn't even know it.

"I'm an orphan... Well at least I think I am.

Mom abandoned me as an infant and from then on there was a never ending stream of foster homes. Some were OK, some were bad and others were pure nightmares."

As the words started flowing out of her mouth, it became easier to keep going so she sat straight and continued her monologue, but with Henri's hands still firmly placed around her. At this point more for his benefits than hers.

He NEEDED to keep some kind of skin contact with her to control the anger bubbling up inside of him.

The stories just kept on spilling out. The countless trips to hospitals over the years because of mysterious bruises, broken bones blamed by "accidents" and "falls", which made him see red.

And then she got to her last foster home part of the story.

She paused.

He waits patiently stroking her back drawing lazy circles.

Out of all the shit she went through in the other homes, it didn't hurt as much as the last one.

Because for once, she had hoped to have finally found a suitable safe place to stay be until she aged out, and it was all due because of who he was.

He was a detective, a pillar in his community with two kids around her age and a beautiful wife. Picture perfect family.

She silenced her inner voice, and decided to trust them for once. Because of that, his betrayal ran deeper.

After narrating what happened to her in that house and how she escaped, she felt liberated. She has been carrying all of this on her chest for years, never once told a soul. It was impossible to understand why she felt comfortable enough to divulge all of this to a man she barely knew.

It's one thing to agree to sleep with him, but she never planned to get friendly and opened herself up to him by baring her soul.

She couldn't afford to fall for him. After her time here is done, she will be going back to her condo and what...?

Driven out of her thoughts by his silence, that's when she realized Henri was shaking beneath her.

****

The son of a bitch raped her!

A child!

A child in his care and he raped her.

In that moment, Henri silently vowed to use all of his resources to make this man pay wherever he is.

"Hey... You are shaking... I am OK... Really."

She said, caressing his chest lightly.

He buries his face to her neck and inhaled the scent of her hair.

She has gone through so much, and yet she was soothing him.

She's fought her wars with bravery, cunningly and after it all she was still here standing tall ready for anything else life throws at her.

He respected her immensely.

Giving in to his instinct a bit, he found himself rubbing his cheek to hers gently, scenting her, calming her down until he heard her sweet chuckle.

"What's so funny?"

"Were you purring just now?"

Was he?

DANM it.

He prided himself on having a stern control over his lion, especially living in the city. But around her, that control seems to be slipping more and more.

He doesn't pur !

But for her, apparently he does.

She continues to make fun.

"You growl all the time...which by the way I'm starting to understand the differences between them...and now, you are purring!"

He looked up at her, and gave her a pouty face which brought out of her a belly laugh.

A big muscled man like him had no business having such an adorable pouty face.

As she dabbed the corner of her eyes of laughter tears. His chest swelled with pride that after such a heavy talk, he was able to drag a good laugh out of her.

Her face had completely transformed with her cute laughter, and then and there he knew he could spend the rest of his life just listening to that, and he'd be happy.

He nuzzles his way from her neck to the valley between her breasts leaving behind burning little kisses and bites. He could feel her pulse quickening as his lips touched her soft skin.

Her fingers find their way through his hair taking away the rubber band that were holding them in a messy bun in the nape of his neck letting them loose cascading on his shoulders. With the chandelier lights dancing in his hair, she could freely appreciate his real honey brown blond hair color with natural highlights.

His hand slowly glides over her smooth skin reaching her ample breast, releasing one from the hold of her dress, then did the same for the other.

Perfect.

Her nipples already hard from anticipation. Her breath caught in her throat when he nonchalantly put one of her breast in his mouth and started suckling on it until it was perfectly swollen, then gave the same attention to the other.

He wanted nothing more than to bury his cock inside of her, claiming her in every position they could think of. But tonight was about her.

He wanted to make her feel good. He needed for just this short period of time with him, for her to forget her painful past and to just truly give in to him and let herself be taken care of... For once.

But he was painfully aware she was still holding back. No doubt due to those crippling fears she has that are still running rampant in her life.

"Sit on the table." He commanded.

With a small smirk but without hesitation, she hoisted herself up of his lap and sat in front of him on the, for sure, very expensive wooden table.

"So that's how you use your furniture?"

He shrugs and scoots his chair closer, placing himself perfectly in between her legs.

He looks at her, giving her heated look.

"It is for eating isn't it?"

A beautiful shade of pink covered her cheeks, neck and chest at the realization of what he wanted to do.

"I..."

"Spread your legs Ms. Natalia."

A small whimper left her throat as she obeys him.

"Now put your legs over my shoulders."

Without a word she again complied. The mini dress now hiked up to her waist, she was completely exposed to him.

He bends down slightly and pressed his nose against her.

"You smell amazing, and I bet you taste even better."

And with that, he flicked the tip of his tongue against her hard nub hiding behind the thin veiled of her lacy thong.

A bolt of electricity jolted through her core as she gasped as her juice spilled freely.

" Henri" she whispered.

He loved the way his name sounded between her lips.

He pushes to the side her underwear and unveiled her already glistening pussy waiting for him.

"You are already so wet for me baby."

He sat there watching her second set of lips, as if he was calculating a plan of action before diving in.

"You have a gorgeous cunt Natalia"

She squirms and inches closer, inviting him to go ahead.

"Henri... Please" she whimpered. He was torturing her. She needed him inside her somehow and didn't care which parts of him for now. She'll gladly take his tongue, fingers, his cock... Anything.

"Tell me what you want me to do to you ma belle."

"lick me"

Teasing her, he licked the inside of her thighs inches away from her aching core.

She let out a frustrating growl, which he chuckled at.

"Be more specific, lick you where."

His voice deep and low sent tingles down her spine.

His face so close to her pussy, she wanted to trap his him there and ride, but she also knew he won't move forward unless she did and say what he wanted her to.

"Henri please, lick my pussy." she finally says looking at him under hooded lashes filled with need.

A big grin spread across his face, exposing yet again his gorgeous dimples.

"Good girl."

He ripped apart the small undies. She was fully shaved, not that he cared either way because nothing at this point would stop him from feasting from her beautiful cunt and have her scream his name right here on this dining table.

He dove in, spreading her flower with his fingers and lapped at her pussy. Mapping it in his mind, figuring out and remembering which part she loved the most. He licked her from the base gliding up to her clit, but decided on ignoring it instead licking all around it.

He continued his assault by licking, sucking and biting her lips and all around the one place she really wanted him to pay attention to. Her clit was now engorged and throbbing begging for some attention.

She had never felt this way before. Almost like she was going to go mad if he continued his torture.

As she was about to protest, she gasped at the sudden intrusion of two of his fingers pumping in and out of her pussy, while his mouth finally found his way to throbbing hard bud between her legs, where he sucked her hard. It didn't take long after that, for her to start feeling that built up of tension in the base of her core, she arches her back riding his now tongue deep in her pussy.

Of god that feels so good. She didn't know a tongue could do that. She tried to match her hips to his tongue fucking rhythm, but he slipped his hands around her waist and kept her still without missing a beat.

She looked down and watch him eat her out like she was the most delicious meal he'd ever tasted. He was ravenous how he sucked on her lips, clit and lapped at her juices.

"MINE!" he growled and bites her clit, then the dam broke.

"Oh God Henri... I'm coming... Yes yes yesss"

All the tensions released and pulsed through her body in waves leaving her legs shaking on each sides of his head.

He kept at it way after the last wave of ecstasy passed through her. He wouldn't let go. Lazily licking her up, "Mine" he repeats. His lion needed her to acknowledge she was his before he could let go and as if she understood. "Yes, all yours." she responded with her finger through his hair.

"Good!"

Then she was suddenly being lifted up in the air over his shoulders, heading upstairs at lightning speed. She wanted to protest that she could walk, but that would be a lie. Her legs were now jelly.

"I am not done with you yet."

Things have gotten more complicated.

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