by JB Duvane
She would get what she wanted this time, but only the way I would give it to her. I couldn’t stop myself from holding her face against me, penetrating her mouth as deeply as I could while I watched tears flow down those porcelain cheeks. When that perfectly applied mascara—one of the parts of her costume that was meant to make her look like an experienced woman—started to run down her face, I just about lost it.
Her grown woman look was gone, and now she just looked like an inexperienced and scared little girl with her mouth full of a man’s cock. The way she laid there in my chair with her pink pussy exposed—it took all I had not to pull my cock from her mouth and fuck her in every hole. The horny little thing literally begged to be filled, and a man only has so much willpower.
She tried to grab at me, but I quickly bound her wrists in my hands, twisting them into a submissive position. She yelped when I did this, and I let up just a bit, but the little vixen needed to be taught who was in charge. She needed to learn that she was going to be wrapped around my finger, not the other way around.
When my cock head hit the back of her throat and she let out that little moan—so fragile, and so small—the slight reverberations from her vocal cords massaged my engorged cock and I lost it.
I hadn't come this hard in ages, and I grimaced as I shot stream after stream down her willing throat. The front of her neck moved up and down as she swallowed every last drop of my hot seed and the more she swallowed the more I came. She milked every last drop out of me as if she were starving.
This release—the moment when I shot straight down that virgin throat and everything that led up to it—was something I had fantasized about for much longer than I'd like to admit. But my fantasies didn’t even come close to the deliciousness of the reality of my cock inside Emily’s mouth. But as I came down to earth the magnitude of what had just happened hit me.
When I finally stopped coming, I pulled my cock from her mouth without a word, and immediately concealed myself again—stuffing my still half-hard cock back into my boxers and pulling up my pants, fastening my belt, and tucking in my shirt. I grabbed my tie where I had draped it over my desk and quickly tightened and adjusted it, looking past her and into my reflection on the glass of a framed painting that hung on the wall. I ran a hand through my hair, making slow and meticulous movements, and buying myself time to figure out what the fuck I was going to do now. This could be a real fucking problem.
Emily just sat back in the chair, not having moved from her cock sucking position at all. The way she looked at me with her wide eyes—her makeup smeared, and her hair tousled from where I had a hold of it in the back—tugged at my heart and my cock. I wasn't about to let her know that though.
This shouldn't have happened. It’s not how I envisioned any of this happening at all. If anything it was going to be completely on my terms. I was going to say where and when, but now this little girl had me all fucked up in the head. I couldn’t afford to make a wrong move here. There was too much at stake. There was no way in hell I could have Emily thinking I was her fucking boyfriend now.
She stared up at me as if waiting for something more—and goddamn it did I want to give it to her. She had sucked me off just seconds ago and I was already getting hard again seeing the way she looked up at me. But I had to regain control of this situation, and fast. There were things about me that Emily didn’t need to know—dark things. This little girl might suck cock like a grown woman, but she was still a teenager for fuck's sake. She couldn’t be running around thinking that this sort of thing was going to happen any time she pleased.
“Close your legs, Emily. And fix your dress," I said, softly but firmly.
She paused, then did as she was told, thankfully. She sat up in the chair, a half-cocked grin on her beautiful face. I grabbed a tissue off of my desk and moved her chin up with a finger.
“Clean up your face.” I couldn’t have anyone who might happen to come to the door see the makeup running down her cheeks. Emily looked deep into my eyes, and leaned forward to try to kiss me.
I backed away, tossing the tissue in her lap and pretending not to notice what she had tried to do, even though I wanted to taste her lips so badly. I swallowed hard at what that meant.
When I looked back down at her she was just finishing up with a pocket mirror. I held her chin in my hand and rubbed out a smudge with my thumb—like a father might do for a young girl—then walked around to the other side of my desk, carefully pulling out my chair and taking a seat, exactly as I had been sitting before.
Neither of us said a word for a moment. Emily stood up and smoothed down the front of her dress before sitting back down on the edge of her seat.
I spoke to her slowly and softly. "Emily, you know what we just did was wrong."
I waited for her to respond. She looked down at her hands for a moment, then met my eyes with a smirk. “Am I the first patient to ever suck you off then?"
When I didn't answer right away, she looked down again. "Yeah, I didn't think so."
"Emily, I don't make a habit of engaging in these sorts of activities in my office, and it is never to happen again. If you are not able to behave yourself when you come to see me, then we are going to have to cease our sessions together."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean that I will not tolerate your inappropriate behavior again. I will not be coerced into situations that jeopardize the validity of our relationship. I encouraged you to come visit me so that I could help you, and events such as these are going to greatly hinder that. I think you know that, Emily."
"So you want to help me, huh?" Emily asked, her voice raising an octave. I could sense that she was on the verge of a breakdown, and this wasn't going to be good.
"Yes, Emily. I have made my intentions clear from the beginning. I would be much better equipped to help you if you would open up to me about your life and your past. I am afraid that your recent behavior is not conducive to a therapeutic environment.”
"You sure looked like you were getting some therapy a few moments ago, doctor. You know, when your cock was in my mouth?" Her voice was getting louder and she was becoming combative.
"That is quite enough. I can't have you talking like that in here. “ I told her with sternness that showed that I meant business. “I don’t think this conversation is headed in a—“
"You want to know about my life and my past?” She wasn't slowing down a bit. “I’ll fucking tell you what you want to know!”
"I need you to calm down first, Emily. Can you do that for me?" I asked her gently, softening my face and taking deep breaths in hopes that it would have an effect on her. She looked like she was on the verge of a breakdown.
"Why do you think I was sent off to boarding school, doctor?"
She nearly spat the word "doctor" at me each time she said it. The deeds to the property still sat on my desk, freshly signed. I slid them into a folder, so as not to have to look at them during this heated situation. The presence of the papers was too much of a reminder to myself that I had already let this relationship get into territory that might cause me trouble in the long run. I had led us both down this path—willingly. I was starting to think I had been too cocky. My cock was cashing checks that my heart couldn’t sign. At least not anytime soon. Now that I thought about it didn’t know how I imagined it would play out any different than it was right now.
"Emily, I would appreciate it if you would calm down first before we went any further with this conversation. I don’t feel that it’s beneficial for either of us when you react so severely to everything I say. I could also do without your insulting tone."
"You’re the one who has insulted me!" She burst into tears. "You're no fucking different! You claim to want to help me, but you can't handle it when you get to the truth!"
"Emily, I have asked you for the truth many times, and you have chosen not to trust me with it."
"Fine!" Emily screeched. "You want the damn truth? When I was only twelve fucking years old,
my own father came into my bedroom and ordered me to take off my nightgown!” She was still yelling and making a scene, but after a long pause she calmed down. I could see the tears streaming down her cheeks even though her head was turned down.
“He touched me everywhere that night. From that time forward he came into my room whenever he felt like it and ordered me to strip naked and kneel before him. He told me if I didn't do it that he was going to tell everybody that I did it on my own—that it was all my idea.” She started to quietly sob and I handed her a tissue. It broke my heart to see her like that. I had the impulse to gather her in my arms and comfort her, but I was still feeling uneasy about what I had allowed to happen not fifteen minutes ago.
“Of course, I believed him,” she finally choked out. “Whenever I would kneel, he would make me open my mouth, and then he'd tell me he had something sweet to put in it, like it didn’t already know what it was going to be. Over the next few months, his visits became more frequent—so often that I could hardly bear to go to bed at night knowing what was going to happen.”
Emily finally looked up at me and stared into my eyes. “You wanted to know about my childhood so you could help me? Well, then help me now, Dr. Max. Why don't you pull down your pants so you can help me some more, just like my father used to do?"
That last sentence was like a kick in the stomach. I felt like all of the wind had been knocked out of me and all I could do was look at her where she sat across the desk while her cold stare cut into me—her face flushed and her eyes bloodshot.
"My bitch mother—the one that you seem to think so highly of—is the one that sent me away. She didn’t do it to protect me, she did it to protect herself. She wasn't some scholarly saint who wanted a better education for her daughter, which I'm sure is what she must have told you. She wanted me out because she thought I was stealing her husband—my father. She was pissed because her own husband wanted me to suck his cock instead of her. I ran to her crying after I couldn't take the shame of what was happening with him any longer. I expected her to save me. Do you think she lifted a finger to help me when I told her what her husband did to me? My own father? Fuck no! That fucking bitch slapped me across the face, told me I was a liar and shipped me off. Is that what you wanted to know? Are you fucking happy now? Now that you know how fucked up I really am?“
All of this spilled out of Emily in a flurry of emotion and angst, through heaving sobs. I was shocked by what I was hearing. I’d had no idea. Amelia had never mentioned any of this to me.
"Emily, please. I am sorry to hear all of this. I had no idea." I handed her another tissue, and she took it, but looked offended by my offer. I knew that what she really wanted was to get inappropriately close again, but that was not going to happen.
She snatched the tissue from the box, dabbing at her eyes. Suddenly, she looked at me with an unsettling darkness.
"I know that you used to fuck my mother, too,” she said deliberately, with an antagonizing look on her face.
"I don't know what makes you think—“
"Don't give me that bullshit, Max. I know you fucked her." She wasn't crying anymore. Now she looked like she just wanted to start a fight. "I was there.” She threw her head back and laughed.
"Our time is up, Emily." I said calmly. I stood, crossing the room to pick up her purse and hand it to her. "You should be going now. I have another patient coming in a few minutes." She looked at me incredulously, in disbelief that I was kicking her out.
She stood shakily and snatched her purse from my hands, giving me an icy stare. "When is my next session, doctor?" she asked with sarcastic formality.
"I may not be able to fit you into my schedule anytime soon. I’ll have my receptionist call you when there’s an opening.“ I reached for the door handle and started to slowly open it for her. "I will keep you informed about the sale of the house, though. Until then …” I said, standing at the open door and looking down at her while I waited for her to leave.
Her face twisted and her eyes filled with rage. I gestured for her to leave and she stalked through the doorway with balled up fists—her long, blonde hair swaying side to side as she angrily stormed down the hallway without looking back. She certainly had her mother's temper as well as her looks.
I couldn't help but smile to myself as I watched her perfect, lovely ass disappear around the corner. Even though I had a few moments earlier where I wasn’t sure about any of this, I was suddenly filled with a rush of relief. I had her. I had that hot little girl exactly where I wanted her—wrapped around my goddamned finger. And very soon she would come to rely on me for everything. I would be in control of her entire life.
Chapter 7 - Emily
Please, pick up your phone, I silently thought to myself. I had been trying to reach my so-called friends all afternoon, and not a single one of them had picked up yet. They were probably all getting ready for college, going shopping for dorm room accessories with their mothers before going off to some Ivy League school.
I just wanted to talk to someone—anyone. I felt horrible about the way things ended with Max and I just needed some perspective. It had been so long since I’d talked to him—almost two long weeks—and I felt like everything that went wrong between us was my fault.
I couldn’t be all bad, though. I couldn’t be the one that was to blame for everything, but that’s exactly how I was feeling. That’s how he made me feel, anyway. That I was disgusting and horrible and he couldn’t stand to talk to me as a doctor, let alone look at me again. He hated me, I knew it. And I couldn’t bare the thought of him feeling that way about me now. Not after what had happened between us.
As a last resort, I decided to call Kelly, my best friend from before I had been sent away. Kelly and I hadn't had much contact over the last few years, but she was the only friend that I had that lived in town and who’s number I still had in my phone. Early on, we’d made a point to see each other every break, and we always had a good time, but our visits had become less frequent and it had been over a year since I’d seen her or even talked to her.
She’d been on a family vacation in the Czech Republic the month that my mother died, so her and her family did not attend the funeral. I knew from her Facebook posts that she had recently returned. Being a private person, I had made a point not to publicize anything that had happened. Kelly would have no idea and would undoubtedly be shocked at the news.
"Hey, girl!" Kelly answered, recognizing my number just before voicemail picked up. "Long time no see! We have so much catching up to do!" Kelly was always so bubbly. I was thankful that she had picked up, I really needed someone to chat with right now.
"You're telling me! Thank god you picked up! I'm all alone in my mother's house and I am going fucking batty over here!"
"Where's your mom? I thought she was the one that made you go batty in the first place. Enjoy the silence while she's out!" Kelly giggled.
"My mom died, Kelly. About a month ago, while you and your family were away."
Kelly was silent a moment. "I'm so sorry, Em. I had no idea. Oh my god, I'm so sorry I wasn't there for the services—“
I cut her off, "You weren't even in town. Really, it’s no biggie. It was a private thing, you know, just here at the house—which I inherited, by the way. I’m living here all alone now. Just me and this great big house."
"Wow, I can't believe that,” Kelly breathed.
"I know, right? It happened literally two days after I got home after graduation. She was hitting the pills hard, and well … that's the kind of thing that happens when you're set on self-destruct like she was.” Kelly knew all about my mother and her habits so I didn’t have to explain any further.
"Jesus. I mean, I know you're right, but that's still so shocking. How are you dealing?" Kelly sounded genuinely concerned. It was nice to have a real friend to talk to. As much as I wanted to be with Max, he really didn’t seem to help much when it came to my relationship with my mother. Talking to him about it made me want t
o scream. At least with Kelly it was easy. She gave me sympathy and didn’t expect me to examine anything too closely.
"Well, the hardest part has been living in this ridiculously large house all alone. There’s a housekeeper that comes a few times a week and some landscapers during the day to mow the lawn and stuff like that, but that's about it. It's fucking creepy here. Sometimes I hear stuff in the other end of the house and I am way too scared to even go find out what it is. I just stay put and hope it's not an axe murderer!"
“Oh, sweetie! That’s horrible! What have you been up to during the day? Are you going out at all? You can't just stay cooped up in that place all day long. You’ve seen The Shining, haven’t you?” Kelly asked.
"Oh, thanks, that makes me feel so much better, Kel," I laughed. "But, truth is, you're the only friend I have left around here. I was gone all through high school and I didn't stay in touch with anybody else."
“What about your friends from school? Where are they?”
“They’re all over the place. But none of them are within hours of here. I tried calling a few of them, but everyone’s too busy,” I said, genuinely feeling sorry for myself.
Kelly heaved a sigh. "We're going out, girl. I am not going to let you turn into some crazy cat lady over there."
I laughed. "Thanks, Kel. I knew you'd have something up your sleeve."
"Did you have a boyfriend at school?"
“No." I laughed again. “It was an all-girls school and we were on lockdown pretty much 24/7. You'd think my clit was the freakin' Hope Diamond the way they made sure no boys got onto the school grounds.”
"Well, then, we need to fix that, don't we?" Kelly sounded excited. "Since you're not seeing anyone—“
"I didn't say that I wasn't seeing anyone now." I corrected her.