I woke up with my thoughts full of the wild little girl sleeping in my house.

I wondered if she locked the cage that night as well, after I’d forgotten to take the key away. I wondered if she lay in her little prison thinking about me, wondering if I’d come to punish her in the middle of the night.

I’d never really been a sadist, but with her… I remembered the moment my fingers wrapped around her wrist when she’d tried to hurt me as I got ready for my day. I hated the memory, hated the thought of my body hurting hers when it wasn’t for pleasure.

Remembering the way she’d looked at me with so much fear made me feel like a sick fucking bastard and I hated myself for it.

I picked some regular clothes for the day, just jeans a white V-neck shirt that showed off the tattoos on my arms. I wondered how she’d feel in my arms. Truth be told, since I’d fucked her in front of Savage, I hadn’t had much contact with the girl. I’d barely even fucking touched her, but that was going to change really soon. I couldn’t keep my hands off her forever, no matter how scared she was of me.

I needed her. I wanted her. I was going to have her.

With that thought firmly planted in my mind, I left the room and went straight to her part of the house.

I wasn’t surprised to find her in the other room, reading a book. She was wearing a silk robe she must’ve found in her wardrobe, a skimpy piece of pink fabric, and absolutely nothing underneath. My cock twitched at the sight of her sprawled on the cushions, the robe revealing just enough to get me going.

I’d seen every part of her, but I hadn’t tasted anything just yet. And all of a sudden, I was yearning to discover what her skin smelled like, what it would feel like against my tongue.

She looked up when I walked in, her fingers poised on the sentence she’d just been reading.

“Put the book aside,” I told her roughly, and she obeyed as if that was all she’d done her entire life. “Lie on your back.”

She lay back on the cushion, her hair making a perfect halo around that pretty face. I stood above her, and her breathing picked up when I stared at her. Her arms covered up her tits, but her legs parted for me. Strange how she reacted to my presence. Like she couldn’t help but want me, and her mind hated every second of her body submitting.

I knelt down next to her, my gaze roaming her skinny little body for what felt like hours. With a single flick of my fingers, I moved the robe away from her body, and her arms followed without me having to tell her to move her. Her body was too thin, but other than that, it was fucking perfect. Exactly what I wanted.

Her pretty pink nipples were already hard for me, and her pussy was still smooth from being waxed before she’d been sold. Her hipbones protruded through that pale skin visibly, and it pissed me off for some reason. I didn’t like her looking like a malnourished fucking kid. I wanted a woman, not the girl she used to be. And if she wasn’t willing to give me that… she’d quickly learn to submit and accept what I wanted.

“Do you know you’re beautiful?” I asked her absentmindedly, my eyes drinking her in.

Her face was fucking perfect. Like a doll, like someone had made her just to please me and make me want to bury my cock inside that pretty mouth. Her bottom lip trembled and she nodded.

“Words,” I reminded her.

“Yes,” she whispered.

“You think you’re beautiful?” I repeated, and she whispered a tiny little ‘yes’ again. “Who told you that, Angel?”

“My daddy,” she said, and the word made my cock twitch even though it shouldn’t have.

I managed to stop myself from groaning.

“He was right,” I told her, my voice gentler than I would’ve liked it to be. “You’re a beautiful girl…”

I wanted to say her name.

It had never happened to me, with any girl before her. They had their nicknames and that’s all they really were to me. A cute little nickname for a temporary pet I’d give up eventually. But not this one. This one had felt different from the start.

“Tell me your name,” I told her, and her eyes widened in surprise, but she obeyed almost instantly.

“Evangeline,” she whispered. “Evangeline Loveless.”

Angel had never fit her more perfectly, but I wanted to taste her name on my lips. I wanted to say it. I forced myself not to. It felt too intimate, too fucking odd. She wasn’t a girl I met outside of my house. She was a house pet, a pretty little kitten for me to play with when I wasn’t working. She didn’t need a name. She didn’t deserve one.

I leaned over her, my mouth lingering so close to hers I could feel her exhale against my lips. She thought I was going to kiss her, and her lips parted expectantly to let me do just that.

I couldn’t. Not yet, as badly as my body and mind urged me to take that from her as well.

I licked her instead, because I fucking needed a taste. A gentle bite on her neck, my tongue dancing across her sweet pale skin as she mewled underneath me. She tasted too good for a man like me, too sweet for the monster she turned me into.

“Beautiful,” I muttered, sinking my teeth into the tender skin of her neck. She was so fucking perfect, so fucking good. I wanted so much more of her.

I let my mouth travel down her body, over her collarbones and to those tits I wanted more than ever. My lips parted to welcome in her nipple and I sucked it into my mouth loudly, making her arch her back off the cushion she was lying on.

Her breast filled my mouth and I took a taste of her, and it was amazing. Her hands shivered, her fingers digging into the hardwood floor. I wondered why she didn’t wrap them around my neck like I knew she wanted to.

I stared up at her and moved down her body, even though letting my mouth leave her tits felt like a fucking sin. I licked a line down her navel, across her bellybutton and between her legs. She gasped so loudly, her back lifting off the pillow, but I forced her back down, my hands firmly on her shoulders.

“Stay down for me,” I told her, and she whimpered helplessly. “Please. I want to taste you some more.”

The word ‘please’ felt alien to me. I wondered if she felt my discomfort.

I bit her pussy, right at the top, and she mewled so needily I could’ve come in my pants from the mere sound of it. I wanted inside her, I wanted to feel her clench around me again. But I couldn’t fucking do it, not yet. Not until she begged me to.

I went lower, one of my hands going to the small of her back and lifting her ass up to meet my mouth. I opened her pussy up with my tongue and she thrashed underneath me, so minimally it was almost amusing. She wanted me gone, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it. She was feeling a mix of fear and desire she didn’t yet understand.

“I want to be inside you,” I muttered against her cunt, and she finally dug her fingers into my skin, right into my shoulders. “Ask for it, Evangeline.”

My heart almost skipped a beat when I said her name, and it felt so fucking weird.

“Please…” she whispered, her eyes cloudy when she looked down at me. “Put your tongue inside me, please.”

It wasn’t what I was expecting but it made me so fucking hard. I did as she asked and she moaned as I lapped at her pussy. She was fucking wet, leaking all over that cushion and all over my mouth. I wanted to drink her in. I wanted her taste on my tongue forever. She was the sweetest little treat.

“Oh, please!” she whispered with urgency, her fingers knotting in my hair. “Please, no, I want to…”

“Please what?” I growled against her pussy, and she tried to get away from me, but I pinned her down in seconds. “Words!”

“Please make me come,” she begged. “Make me come like that, I want to come for you, please.”

I wanted to. I wanted to feel her orgasm in my mouth, and I knew I was being lenient, but I couldn’t fucking stop.

She put her legs around me, wrapped them around my shoulders, and I kissed her pussy like it was her mouth. She tasted better with each lick I took, with each whimper that left those pouty lips. I would never get enough of her. I’d never get sick of the sweetness between her legs.

I dug my fingernails into her skin and fucked her cunt with my tongue, and she stopped resisting because it was too much for her. She came so fucking loudly, crying out her release like it hurt when she finally let go. I looked up and saw the tears spring from her eyes, falling down her cheeks and running all over her lips, all down her neck. I watched her lick them up with her eyes closed and her head thrown back, and I watched her cry out again in frustration because it wasn’t the taste she craved.

She was unbelievable. Fucking enchanting when she came like that, when she let me drink from her pussy and let go completely. And once she came down she sobbed so hard her whole body shook.

I should’ve left then, left her to calm down on her own because it sure as fuck wasn’t my responsibility to make a toy feel better. But I fucking couldn’t.

I got up and ran a finger across her lips, resisting the urge to kiss her better. She looked at me through tear-filled eyes.

“Don’t hurt me,” she begged, and I felt like the sickest fucking bastard, and for once in my life, I didn’t like the damn feeling.

“I won’t,” I told her. “I won’t.”

She looked away, curling up into a little ball like her own body had betrayed her. I didn’t get it, the sudden breakdown, but I tried to move past it.

“Do you want to…” I stared at her, changing my mind. “Come on, come with me.”

She seemed unable to move. She tried to pick herself up but she was shaking like a damn leaf.

Finally I had enough, and I picked her up. Her bony little body barely weighed anything.

I carried her out of the room, down the hallway. My heart was beating uncontrollably. It was morning. It was too soon. She hadn’t earned this. And yet, I couldn’t stop until I stepped inside my own bedroom.

She seemed to have realized what I was doing, but she didn’t want to know. She shut her eyes tightly and turned her face towards me, her eyes on mine as I put her down on my bed.

She lay there motionless as I covered her with a thick duvet. She didn’t say a word, but when I tried to move away, her fingers wrapped around my neck, digging into my skin so needily she nearly toppled me over. She still didn’t say a thing.

“Are you scared?” I asked her, but she didn’t answer. “You can tell me if there’s someone out to hurt you.”

I’d seen it before with girls like her, girls trying to escape a bad past. I’d helped plenty of them to recognize the signs, but she just stared at me, stared and stared and stared some more until I climbed in bed with her.