Dirty Daughter

by JB Duvane

  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 watche
d 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.

  13

  All For You (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 myself 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?"

  I was screaming at the top of my lungs, the blood rushing to my face. I felt like throwing things. I wanted to pull everything out of the medicine cabinet and throw it all across the bathroom. I wanted to show him how much it hurt that he loved my mother and not me.

  Max rushed at me then, flinging his arms around me and holding me close to him, pinning me against his body while I thrashed wildly, to no avail.

  He was much stronger than I was, but I beat against him, insisting that he let me go. I wanted to fight.

  "You don't love me! You’re still in love with her and I fucking know it! You won’t kiss me or let me touch you! You just want a hole to fuck! That’s all I am to you, right? Just a warm hole!“

  Max dragged me from the bathroom and tackled me onto the bed. Lying on top of me, he held me down until I was no longer thrashing. I had no energy left by the time I stopped fighting him. It felt as if all of the rage that I had been holding in for years was suddenly coming out now. I didn’t care what he thought of me, I didn’t care if he thought that I was acting like a child.

  He had played me, and that's all there was to it.

  "Emily, you have to stop yelling like this," Max said sternly.

  I pushed against him with all my might, but he wasn't going anywhere. "No! It's all your fault! You deserve to be yelled at!” I screamed.

  "If you don't stop, I'm going to have to restrain you." Max said calmly, holding me down on the bed.

  I thrashed against him once more.

  He expertly grabbed my wrists and splayed them on the bed, slipping the restraint on my wrist after pulling my arm out of the sleeve of the robe before I could even react.

  He quickly fastened the other side, then moved down to the foot of the bed and secured my ankles, leaving me splayed on the bed, completely naked.

 
Something about being tied to the bed, and the way he looked at me when I was spread before him immediately calmed me. I began to cry.

  Max approached me, leaning over my face and brushing my hair away. He wiped my tears from my cheek with the back of his hand, and then lay down beside me, one arm draped over my body.

  He let his hand rest on my breast, and ran his thumb over my nipple, making it harden immediately under his expert touch.

  "Emily," he said in a low voice. "You are being very unruly. Do you know what I do with unruly girls?" his eyes looked deeply into mine. I didn’t want him to look at me like that, though. I knew my eyes had to be red and puffy from crying. I quickly realized that the way he was talking to me was making me wet despite being angry with him only seconds earlier. I hated myself for the way I reacted to him.

  I took a deep breath. He trailed his finger down my belly stopping just above my pussy.

  "Emily, I know that we both want this. Now, do you want to calm down and allow yourself to take what you want, or are you going to keep throwing a tantrum?" Max said, circling his finger on my upper thigh.

  "Because I think I know what will calm you down, and I think we will both feel better afterward, don't you?"

  I nodded meekly. I wished he didn’t have power over me like this, but I couldn't help but give it to him.

  He pulled down his pajama pants, leaving them in a heap on the floor, as I watched him closely. My pain was still there, but the promise of his closeness was enough to appease me. I wanted so much more from him, but the sex was better than nothing. My pussy was dripping wet beneath me, despite myself. My body just reacted to him that way.

  He positioned himself between my legs and sunk into my slick hole, slowly at first, then beginning to pound into me with force. He never broke eye contact as his cock ravaged my pussy, and I moaned involuntarily. I felt the pull of the restraints on all four limbs as his cock continued to drive into me.