by Duvane, JB
Emily reached up to touch my face, attempting to pull me in for a kiss, but I resisted.
“No. Roll over onto your belly,” I said, the words suddenly sounding so foreign to me, like they were coming from someone else.
Emily squirmed under my touch and her eyes grew wide.
"I hope you realize that you are mine now. And you are to do as I say.” I let the head of my cock touch her wet folds again and Emily’s eyes closed for a moment. When she opened them again they were filled with tears.
"I'll do anything for you, Max."
"That's good, my little doll," I whispered, as I fingered her pussy, priming her for her first fucking. She was so wet, dripping all over my hand. My thumb rested on her clit, and I rubbed, opening her up. She moaned under my touch.
"Max," she whispered breathlessly. “Kiss me.”
"I didn't say you could speak," I said sternly. “I told you to roll onto your belly.”
A tear rolled down one cheek as she did what I told her to do. Her small body twisting underneath me until she was on her stomach with her legs spread wide.
Positioning my cock at her entrance, I suddenly pushed, spreading her open with force. She let out a wail as her pussy stretched around my cock, clenching onto it as if I were in a vice. But I had been in her vice-like grip for a long time, whether I wanted to admit it to myself or not.
I heard Emily’s cries as I fed my cock into her young pussy—forcing it in inch by inch—until I was deep inside her and she was wailing. I imagined that my enormous cock was practically tearing her apart, and that image made me harder with each thrust. After a few moments she lifted her ass in the air, allowing me to go deeper—pumping in all the way to the hilt. I grabbed her breasts from behind and fucked her hard, feeling the soft flesh jiggle in my hands. She dug her nails into the pillow where her cries were smothered. I quickly grabbed both of her wrists and pulled them away from her, my full weight pressing them into the bed. Then I reached up and clamped the restraints around each of her wrists, spreading her arms wide and rendering her completely immobile. She looked even more beautiful this way.
"What is this?" Emily looked a little worried at her lack of mobility. She pulled at the restraints, trying to free herself from the hold I had of her, but it was no use. I gripped her ass and continued to pummel into her, each thrust making me moan deeply. "You just lay there and enjoy the ride, little doll,” I said through gritted teeth. “Nothing for you to worry your pretty little head about."
I picked up speed then, not holding back, and no longer caring about what was going on under me. The thought of finally fucking Emily the exact same way I had been fucking her own mother while she watched sent me reeling over the edge. I remembered her eyes as they watched me plow into her mother from behind, following my every move—locked with mine. Even when I came inside Amelia that night I had stared into Emily’s dark, sexy eyes.
Now I was finally claiming what was mine, and within moments it was over. Streams of my pent up seed shot into Emily's waiting pussy. She screamed and writhed beneath me as I filled her up, her ass bucking and gyrating under me. I could feel the walls of her pussy tighten around my cock as the last of my come was milked out of me. Nothing in my life had ever felt so satisfying.
* * *
I was spent, but I wasn't ready to let her go just yet. I could have taken her again and again—all night long and the whole next day. But I knew there would be plenty of time for that. She was mine now—the last slave I would ever even need. Granted, she was going to need a lot more training before she understood all of the rules, but as far as I was concerned, she was perfect.
Emily lay splayed on my bed, naked and used with my seed dripping out of her. I wanted to leave her there forever; I enjoyed the sight so much. She wiggled on the bed, then turned and looked at me pleadingly.
"I need to get up and use the restroom, Max. Untie me.” She pulled at her wrists.
"That's not how you ask for something, Emily," I corrected her. "Please untie me, Sir."
"Please, Sir, I … I have to go," Emily tried again.
I unclasped her wrists and helped her up, not allowing her to put any clothing back on. I led her across the bedroom to an adjoining bathroom which was also connected to my bedroom. “You may use this bathroom. Don't shut the door."
She gave me a strange look but didn't argue.
When she emerged from the bathroom, still naked, I got up and draped a blanket over her shoulders when I noticed that she was shivering. I led her back to the bed and she sat down on the edge, looking up at me with a mixture of confusion and adoration in her eyes.
"What is it, Emily?" I asked her gently. I needed to know what she was thinking at all times. Even though I had every intention of breaking her into being my full-time slave, I knew that I had to take things slowly. She wasn't like the other girls I had kept. I wasn’t going to immediately drug her and throw her into the basement. I wanted to cherish her. She was much more to me than any of them—and even though it pained me to admit it—more than even her mother had been to me.
She opened her perfect mouth to speak. Not looking at me, she asked, "So are these the kinds of things you did with my mother?" The sadness in her voice wasn’t hidden very well.
I wasn't sure how to respond. This wasn’t the conversation I’d planned on having right now, but before I got a chance to steer it back in my direction, she continued.
"Did you tie her up too? Did you not let her touch you? Or is that just for me?" She turned to me now, the sadness in her eyes and voice very apparent.
"I don't see why you’d be thinking about such things at a time like this, Emily. We have a lot to explore together that will be ours and ours alone. It's of no consequence what your mother and I did behind closed doors.” I paused a moment and thought about the best plan of action. I didn’t know how any of this was going to play out, but I had a feeling if I didn’t tell Emily the truth she wouldn’t let up. “It seems that you are not going to rest until you know the whole truth though, so I’m going to tell you. Once I share more details with you, will you be able to relax and enjoy yourself?" I brushed her hair from her face and looked searchingly into her eyes. “I don’t want to see that sad face anymore, Emily. Will you let this go if I tell you what happened?”
She nodded.
I took a deep breath. I hadn’t told a single soul any of this. It almost felt like a form of therapy for me because as soon as the words started they just poured out. “Your mother and I were in love. She was the first patient of mine that I had ever actually fallen for, and it made me question a lot of things about myself—about what kind of doctor and man I was.
“Still, my feelings for her were too strong to be ignored, and she pursued me as much if not more during our sessions. As you know, we had intimate relations for quite some time. I continued to try to get close to her, but the closer I got the more she would pull away from me. She insisted on being independent. While she would let me help her with some things in her personal life—even after us being involved for many years—she would never take things any further with me than a doctor/patient affair. She wouldn’t allow herself to fully open up to me, or to anyone. I have a feeling that behavior may run in the family." I chuckled, looking at Emily and trying to gauge her reaction. She wasn't smiling.
I continued, "I suggested many times that we move in together, but she would have none of it. She wouldn't sell her house, and she would hardly ever even let me stay over with her. The few times that I did, she insisted I leave very early in the morning, which I convinced myself had to do with you—even though you were rarely there. Anyway, it wasn't until later in the relationship that I learned of her addictions. It did make me question what we had together, although I don’t doubt that at least in the beginning, she had strong feelings for me as well. She just couldn’t allow herself to experience them.”
"You haven't answered my question, though." Emily cut in. "You're telling me more of what I already know.
I asked if you tied her up and if she touched you."
I sighed. "Yes, Emily, I let her touch me. In every way —physically and emotionally. I even asked her to marry me, and she wouldn’t. Again, I had to assume that it had to do with her family situation—you, your father. It was the only way I could keep going. If I thought that she truly didn’t share the feelings I had for her I don’t know what I would have done.”
I stopped speaking. I had probably already told her too much. I had no idea what this must be like from her perspective. I had no idea why she was so intent on knowing the extent of my love life with her mother.
Emily looked me dead in the eye, still wrapped in the blanket that I had given her.
"Did you kiss my mother when you fucked her?"
I didn't say anything. The question stung more than I cared to admit to myself. I wasn't ready to do this again. Amelia had been the only woman I had ever loved, and I felt like I was going through the entire situation all over again with her damn daughter. Only this time the tables were turned. I had wanted more than Amelia was willing to give, and now it was Emily who was wanting more from me. I had certain feelings for her, but I just couldn’t let this spiral out of control. I couldn’t allow myself to go there again so soon.
Before Amelia, I considered myself a normal human being. I wasn't a messed-up doctor who fucked his patients—keeping them as slaves in my basement until I eventually had them committed. I didn’t even know who I was anymore. And this conversation was making me question every action I’d taken in my life since meeting Amelia.
I rose from the bed and strode toward the door. "It’s getting a bit late, and I think it would do us both good if we got some rest. I'll see you in the morning," I said quietly, and with that, I closed and locked the door, then headed to the master bedroom, leaving Emily alone in her room.
I felt oddly stunned. I was starting to feel that bringing Emily to my home had been a mistake. I knew I had real feelings for her—beyond just needing to fuck her and own her—but now the feelings were intensifying, the good and the bad. Amelia had been the only woman I had ever truly loved, and as a result the only woman who had ever hurt me.
After her constant rejections girls became playthings to me. I couldn’t let myself go there anymore. And as much as I wanted Emily, I didn’t want to feel those feelings again. But now I was starting to feel like I was putting myself in that position again. Emily wanted to know if I had kissed her mother. Of course, I had kissed her mother. She was the last woman I had ever kissed. I didn't kiss slaves, and right now, that’s what Emily had to be. I cared about my own needs first and foremost and I couldn't let her into a position of power like her mother had been in. I would never let a woman have that kind of power over me again. Never again.
Even while I told myself all of these things, I still couldn't shake the way she had looked at me. I knew deep down that Emily was different. Emily was sweet, she was pure and young and she wanted so badly for someone to love her. Why couldn't I just let myself be that person for her? I pictured myself as her mentor and her father figure, so why couldn’t I just let things take their natural course? The things that had gone on between Amelia and me—the lack of trust and the lies—were all in the past. Even though Emily was a spitting image of her mother, she wasn't her and I needed to realize that. Unless she was more like her mother than I wanted to admit.
I cleaned myself up in my bathroom and got into my bed, then stared at the ceiling for what felt like hours. I couldn't sleep and I knew exactly why. The girl that was in my house was not just another troubled girl that I had brought here. She was the girl that I had watched in the hallway all those years ago, in her sheer white nightgown, with those delicate bare shoulders. We watched each other in the dim light while I fucked her mother—the woman I loved.
“Roll over onto your belly,” I commanded—the same damned memory playing over and over in my head, even now. The way Emily looked as she watched me in awe. The way her eyes stayed glued to mine even as I came. That look was what I had pictured in my head all these years, every time I came into the mouth or pussy of one of the slaves in the basement. And she was here now. She was in my house and I was starting to feel like it was all too much.
I tossed and turned, conflicted, and feeling hopeless that I couldn’t just let myself feel what I knew was inside of me for Emily.
The thought of her in the other room, all alone, was too much to bear, but I knew that if I went back in there, I wouldn't be able to keep myself off of her.
I didn’t care. I started down the hallway, quietly opening her door. I found her nestled under the blankets, still naked. She looked angelic.
I slid into bed next to her, and she immediately woke up, scooting her body toward mine. I wrapped my arms around her fragile frame, holding her tight against my warm body, my cock growing harder as it rubbed her naked flesh.
She wrapped her arms around me and I let her this time, her long hair tangled and falling in her face. I snaked my hand between her legs and when I found her wetness, I slipped my fingers inside, pumping into her and making her gasp.
That was it. We still hadn't spoken a word, and none needed to be spoken. We both knew that this was what we needed. The rest of the issues could be worked out later. Now, rolling her onto her side away from me, I entered her from behind, sliding her body forward and back while she twisted her upper half around to look at me while I fucked her, her lips slightly parted.
Rocking her back and forth, her gorgeous tits bounced in my hands with every thrust. Then she did the unexpected. She rolled over until she was on her belly, and I rolled with her, now hovering over her perfect ass. The reverberations from my thrusts made her perfectly round globes move rhythmically every time my cock slammed into her. She moaned passionately into the pillows as I pounded her from behind, penetrating her much deeper than before.
I wasn't going to stop until I felt her pussy convulse around my cock. I pulled her up by the hips, then reached around her front and circled her engorged nub. It didn’t take long before her filled pussy began to clench around me, spasms beyond her control as she shuddered through her orgasm. The sound of her voice involuntarily calling out my name made me lose control, spilling my seed into her again for the second time that night as her pussy milked my cock.
Chapter 13 - Emily
Since being at Max's house, everything between us had been so much different that I imagined it would be. I was so sure that after we were alone he would finally profess his love for me, and while he has certainly professed his sexual interest, the only one who he has admitted to loving is my mother.
When he left me alone in my room after we’d had sex that first time, I was too shocked and hurt to even move for at least an hour. I just lay there curled up on the bed, the restraints hanging limply from the bedpost, and silently cried that I could be so stupid. Why did I think that Max loved me? I was just a stupid little girl to him, and now I was humiliated. Everything I’d done since I’d been home had been for him, and he’s done nothing but give me the cold shoulder time and again. He even admitted to being in love with my bitch, addict mother. Me? Nothing.
I fell asleep against him, his warm body cradling me after he fucked me again. Every time he came near me, I wanted so much to be angry with him, to treat him like he treated me, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. When I looked into his dark eyes, I was under his spell every time, willing to do anything he asked. He tied me to this bed and I just let him ravage me, enjoying every minute of it.
I hated myself for the way I let him treat me, but I couldn’t help it.
Lying in bed with the morning sun filtering in, I forced myself to get out of bed and head to the bathroom. Max had left me a warm robe to wear, and I slid into it, thankful for the soft fabric against my skin. I felt so small and vulnerable around him and I wanted so badly for him to take care of me.
I padded into the bathroom and splashed cool water on my face. Letting my robe hang open, I surveyed my
self in the mirror and wondered why he wouldn't let me touch him, wondered why he wouldn't kiss me and tell me he that loved me. I was beautiful enough. I was better than my mother in every way and he should be able to see that.
I couldn't stamp down the jealousy that was within me. Even though she was dead, she was still preventing my happiness. How the fuck did she manage to ruin my life even from the grave?
My blood boiled with anger and my head filled with negative thoughts as I brushed my teeth and ran a brush through my hair. I opened the bathroom drawer, looking for lotion to spread over my legs, when something caught my eye.
An emerald earring was nested in a small dish inside the drawer. I picked it up and held it in my hand. My mother had lost this earring and had called me after I was back at school, accusing me of taking it. I was dumbfounded that she would accuse me of stealing a single earring as if I was some common thief that frequented pawn shops.
I realize as I stared at the earring in my hand that she must have lost it here or in Max’s office, and he found it. The fact that he was holding onto it made me blind with rage. He surely wasn't planning on cashing it in, he had plenty of money. He still needed this token of her presence, even though he had me now.
I squeezed it in my hand so hard that it left an imprint, and then in a fit of rage, I hurled it across the floor.
"How dare you!" I said out loud.
"How dare I what?" Max said, leaning against the doorframe.
I nearly jumped out of my skin, startled by his presence. I turned to stare him down.
My heart racing, I looked at him with rage. "How fucking dare you still keep her things here?" I spat at him. "She's gone! She's fucking gone! You're supposed to be a doctor, can't you understand when someone is fucking dead and not coming back?"