by JB Duvane
"Wait, so you do have a boyfriend?"
"Well, not exactly, but I will soon."
"I thought you didn't know anyone out here anymore? Who's the mystery man?" Kelly pressed.
"I can't say anything about our relationship yet—I’m sworn to secrecy.” At least that was partially true. "But he's as good as mine. He’s just really busy right now. He works a lot so he can’t be over here all the time.”
"Well, then, technically you're still single, and by the sounds of things, I don't think you should be sitting around that creepy old house waiting for your secret lover to come get you. You're young and you're pretty, Em. He’d better step up his game if he’s serious."
Kelly was right. If Max wanted me he needed to get it in gear. I didn’t want him to think I’d wait around for him forever, even though I knew perfectly well that I would.
“Well, I am pretty fucking bored. What did you have in mind? A party or something?"
"We need to get you laid. I have the perfect dude. Get dressed, and look sexy. You're goin' out tonight."
"Tonight?" For some reason I suddenly felt like I was betraying Max. I knew that was crazy. He was the one that told me to leave—that he didn’t have room in his schedule for me.
What the hell? I thought to myself. I’m not going to just sit around and wait for him.
"Yes, girl, don't make me repeat myself!" Kelly laughed. "His name is Jason, and you're gonna have to ring out your panties when you see him. I'd date him myself if he weren't my boyfriend's best friend."
"Fine," I agreed. “Tonight.” I was nervous but I really did need to get out of this house and get Max off my mind.
"Great! I'll pick you up tonight at around eight.”
“I can drive myself. Just tell me where to meet you.”
After we made the arrangements, I hung up the phone, feeling excited but still nervous. I was feeling so horrible about what had happened with Max when he told me to leave his office. Even though I couldn’t get him off my mind, I needed to prove to myself somehow that I was desirable. I knew I was going to wait for him—as long as it took to make him mine—but I wasn't going to just sit around in this depressing house while I was waiting. It was time for me to go out and have my fun, and I was going to make sure he knew about it.
* * *
I showed up at the restaurant at eight, just as we had planned. I’d never been on a blind date—actually not many dates at all to be honest—and I really wanted my car there in case it sucked and I needed to get out quick.
Jason was scorching hot, as promised, and the night had turned into a late one. He happened to have been slightly older than me, which Kelly hadn't mentioned, but was a total plus. After dinner he purchased a bottle of wine for us, and we sat on the benches by the river, drinking and chatting and making out. While it wasn't the same level of heat that I had felt for Max, his kisses were nice. I was still so distracted by thoughts of Max, though, that I couldn’t really get into it.
Jason was a lovely distraction, but even though he was older than me he still seemed like such a boy. I was after a man, and Jason just didn't have what it took to get me going. I felt like hours went by while I laid under him, waiting to get worked up enough to even want to take my clothes off.
I kept fantasizing about the way Max had held both my wrists in one of his massive hands, and the look on his face while he rammed his cock down my throat. And those eyes of his. They way they burned into me while I sucked his cock, and even after when he touched my face. I couldn’t get the image of him off my mind and eventually I told Jason to stop. I just couldn’t go through with it. I didn’t want to fuck anyone else. I wanted Max.
He was going to be sorry. Before drifting to sleep, I made a vow to myself to make sure I tortured Max with what he was missing out on as soon as possible. I was going to make him regret telling me to leave. He was going to be out of his mind with lust for me before I was done with him.
* * *
The next morning, the sun didn't wake me up until noon. I lay in bed staring at the ceiling with the events of the previous night playing out in my head and my smile faded. I remembered that it wasn't Max who I had been with. I didn’t have him or Jason or anyone. It was just me, alone again in this empty house, left to think about all of my problems by myself.
I rolled on my back and reached over for my phone and gasped when I saw that I had three missed calls from Max last night while I was out. I couldn’t even fathom how I had missed them. I looked at the time and they were all made very late, after I had gone to bed. I smiled when I thought of him calling me in the middle of the night and not getting an answer.
My heart beating fast, I checked for any texts or voicemails, but there weren't any. Typical Max, it was just his style to make me wonder why he had called. That dark mystery was exactly what I couldn't get enough of.
With trembling fingers, I called him back, still lying in bed wearing nothing but my panties. I toyed with my nipples while waiting for him to answer, anticipating the sound of that deep, sexy voice of his that I had missed so much these past two weeks.
He picked up on the third ring. "Emily."
"Max," I returned his formality. "I see you were trying to reach me."
"Actually, yes. I was quite worried when I tried multiple times last night, and you didn't pick up." His statement was clearly meant to be a question.
Let the games begin, I thought to myself with a huge grin. "Oh, Max,” I laughed airily. "There’s no need to worry about me. I was just out on a date." I knew this would pique his curiosity.
"A date? Well, good for you, Emily. I’m just glad that you’re safe. I couldn’t help but be concerned when I didn’t hear back last night or this morning.” There was that disciplinarian tone that made me so wet.
"So why were you trying to reach me all of a sudden?" I asked, trying desperately to sound nonchalant.
“Well, for one, I wanted to check on you. I hadn't heard from you in nearly two weeks."
"If I do recall, you informed me that you didn’t have any time for me in your precious schedule. After I sucked your cock, that is.”
"Emily, that's not ..." He started, then cleared his throat. "The other reason I wanted to speak with you is that the realtor emailed me a list of items to go over with you before the house goes on the market. I need to meet with you sometime soon so we can get it listed.”
"My schedule is very flexible, Max … as well as my legs,” I added for an extra twist of the knife. “You are welcome to come by anytime."
"I see. So I take it you didn't have your date over to your home last night then?" The inquisitive sound in Max’s voice almost made me jump in the air.
"Oh no, I spend enough time in this morgue.” I paused. "I went to his place last night."
Max was trying to keep his cool, but I could hear his breath hitch.
"Is it such a good idea to be spending the night with boys you just met? I think that maybe you’ve had enough upheaval lately, don't you?"
"Why would it matter to you? And don't tell me, 'Because I care about you' when we both know that if you were concerned about me solely as a patient you would not be calling me at one o'clock on a Friday night—or two, or again at three. You also would not have had me suck your cock in your office," I pointed out. The thought of having his big, hard cock in my mouth got me excited again, and my hand snaked between my legs and into my panties, circling my clit as I talked to him on the phone.
"Emily, I thought we both agreed that what we did was wrong. Yes, I do care about you. Not only as your doctor, but as your friend. I deserve to be given a little more credit than that. The fact that you spent the night with someone that you don't know well is a safety concern for someone that is in a vulnerable psychological state as you seem to be."
"Does it make you feel any less concerned that I didn't spend the night? I didn’t stay over, but I did fuck him, Max?” I laughed. “Is that any less upheaval since I slept in my own bed? Or am I in troubl
e for letting my date stick his cock in me?”
"I'll be coming by later this week to go over the list from the realtor. In the meantime, I’d like to suggest that you come in to my office at three o'clock tomorrow. I think it would be a good time to resume our sessions. Doctors' orders.”
“So, you’ve found room for me in your schedule now?”
“Just be there, Emily."
The way he ordered me to his office lit my body up like it was on fire. I fingered myself under the covers, the phone pressed to my ear—my wet fingers rubbing over my clit in a rhythmic beat to the sound of Max's deep voice ordering me to see him in his office. I was silent on the phone, bringing myself to orgasm.
"Emily?" Max said sternly.
"Yes, I'm coming." I breathily replied, and hung up as I shuddered through my orgasm.
Chapter 8 - Max
I swirled the caramel colored liquid slowly in a wide mouthed glass—letting the ice cubes clink together—while I stared at what was in front of me on my desk. Amelia's and Emily's files were both spread out before me and I had been pouring over both of them for days. Amelia had never once mentioned her daughter's sexual abuse, and the thought of it happening—especially the way Emily said it did—made my blood boil.
Amelia had always been rather vague about her relationship with Richard, as well as the divorce, and whenever I’d asked her for specifics about his apparent wandering eye—or wandering cock, as she called it—I could never get her to give me any real information. I eventually assumed that it was her insecurities that led to her obsession with him being unfaithful.
Amelia insisted that all men were alike—that they would all eventually cheat and leave her for a younger woman. She put up a wall that was impossible to penetrate—built of jealousy and insecurity and alcohol and the drugs I prescribed for her. And no matter what I did she wouldn’t let me in. She fucked me, but she wouldn’t give herself to me. The only woman I’d ever loved held me at arms length until the day she died.
Throughout my career, I’d set myself up with a line of disposable fuck dolls. Amelia didn’t know anything about any of them. It was a secret I had from her that would have killed her. If she had known it would have been indisputable proof that she was right. That all men were the same. But it wasn’t the same at all.
They meant nothing to me. They were just there for me to use, and for their own therapy. It was a mutually beneficial relationship, for some of them, anyway. All college-age girls who had come to me for my special brand of sexual therapy. Some left here stronger than when they had come to me, but some—the ones that had been too far gone to begin with—didn’t have such a happy departure.
I did the best I could for all of them, though. At least that’s what I’d always told myself. I don’t know if I’d ever have much luck convincing Amelia of that though. Or Emily. In some ways, Emily was even more insecure than her mother had been. Very similar to the girls I’d kept in the house. And I could see how manipulative she was too. Emily seemed to be the perfect blend of the lost-little-girl patients I kept in the basement and of her mother. An irresistible combination that I had to have. I wanted Emily more and more every day, and that was definitely not something I was used to.
Here I was, falling for Amelia’s devastatingly alluring daughter. One minute I had her where I wanted her, but the next I had the unshakable feeling that she was pulling the rug out from underneath me.
My mind kept drifting back to the way she looked up at me that day in my office—her pretty mouth stretched wide while I came down her throat. Then the memory came back again. The memory that kept me hard most nights and that ensured that I wouldn’t be satisfied until I came two or three times down a throat. That’s what the girls in the basement were for.
“Roll over onto your belly,” I commanded. She rolled over, pushing her plump ass up in the air for me. I spit into my hand and rubbed it over my cock, then plunged into her hot, waiting pussy. There she was again, standing in the doorway. Watching … waiting. Emily was always there … waiting for me …
My cock immediately stiffened at that image.
I set my whiskey glass on the table, amidst the files of these two gorgeous patients of mine, and started down the basement steps.
I carefully unlocked the door to the basement, then went down the stairs and passed through a second door, shutting it behind me.
She turned toward me, the chains around her wrists making noise against the poles as she stirred, struggling to assume her proper position as she watched me approach. I carefully removed my belt and dropped my pants, letting my aching cock spring free.
"You know how this goes, my little Lucy."
She nodded, and I stepped forward, grabbing Lucy's long dark hair in my fist and shoving my cock into her mouth without hesitation. Her soft, warm hole welcomed my cock.
She didn't make a noise as my cock hit the back of her throat, just as I had trained her. She took me silently in her mouth, never ceasing eye contact as I fucked her face. She had taken to her training so well, and I knew I'd be sad to see her go. But I could only keep these girls for so long, even when they begged to stay.
I thrust my hips forward before withdrawing almost all the way out, letting her suckle on my head before sliding back in, allowing her to take my length all the way down. The only sound in the basement was the little slurping noises and the soft clinking of her chains against the pole. The restraints she wore were fur covered, so as not to leave any tell-tale marks on her wrists and neck.
I gripped her hair and held her face against my pubic bone, her nose mashed into my pelvis. When I pulled out I could hear her gasping for air—sucking in as much as she could in the precious seconds when I allowed it. Because when my cock slid back down her throat there was no way for her to breathe. I pushed in and held her there—feeling her body stiffen with the need for air—as I came down her throat with a low growl.
When I was finished, I slowly withdrew my cock from her lips. Dots of my white seed mixed with the saliva that was dripping down her chin. I watched her as she snaked her tongue around her mouth, mopping up every last drop. I looked down at her with adoration. My Lucy. It was time for her to be replaced.
While she hadn't been the first, she was perhaps the most willfully obedient of them all. I secured my belt and turned to go. Before closing the door, I called back to her, "I'll be back shortly with your last dinner."
“Last?” The single word that came out of her mouth was hollow and sad.
I latched the door behind me and continued up the basement steps, then entered my living room and flipped the television screen to the security monitor. Lucy popped onto the screen, sitting quietly against the wall with a vacant look in her eyes. I picked up my cell phone and dialed the state hospital.
"Yes, it's Dr. Maximilian Devereux. I'm calling about an incoming patient." I waited on the line for the attending physician.
"I'll be sending you another girl,” I said into the phone. "Yes, her name is Lucy Wells. She'll need to be admitted as soon as possible, preferably tonight or tomorrow morning.“
The physician started in with the usual questions about placement, but I cut him off. "No, I’m afraid you don’t understand. This girl will need to be admitted to the special unit … in the sub-basement.” I listed off the tranquilizers and anti-psychotics she was on, then agreed that it was a shame for such a young girl to need to be locked up in isolation. “I’ve done all I can do. I only hope that someone there can give her the help she needs.” After the arrangements were made I wrapped up the conversation. “That sounds perfect. I’ll have her escorted in tomorrow morning, first thing."
I ended the call and continued to watch Lucy's movements through the monitor, Emily's printed name on her file on the table visible out of the corner of my eye.
* * *
In my office the next day Emily sat across from me, a disturbed look on her face. I couldn't help but think that she looked so much more fuckable when she was pissed off an
d angsty. She had shown up exactly on time as I had requested, wearing a dark shade of red lipstick, and black high heels with skin tight black jeans and a V necked top that her tits were threatening to spill out of. Her legs seemed impossibly long in the tight pants and I could barely hear her over the movie that was playing in my head. A scene where those long legs were wrapped around me and I was buried deep in that pussy of hers that she had shown me the last time she was in my office.
"I don't think I can deal anymore, Max." Emily sniffed, on the verge of tears. "It's just too much. Everything. It's too much to even think about all at once."
"Tell me exactly what it is that you feel you are unable to cope with. Please, Emily. Give me details. This is exactly why I asked you here."
"The loneliness and silence of the house is killing me. I know my mother and I didn’t have the best relationship, but I never thought she would be gone so soon. It's just, overwhelming. When I talk to my friends they’re all going shopping with their mothers for new college clothes, and here I am, sitting in my dead mother's house not knowing where my life is going at all. I walk through those halls and I remember everything—the good and the bad. To be honest, though, it's mostly bad." Emily got a faraway look in her eyes. "I remember my father, the day he started treating me differently. The things he used to say to me, the threats he used to make. I remember my mother beating me when she found out." She laughed bitterly. "So much to be nostalgic about, huh?"
"I can imagine this is utterly disturbing for you. I just want to thank you for telling me these things." I was working hard to make sure that I had her trust. It was going to be essential in what I had planned for her.
"What about your new boyfriend? Is he not offering the support that you had hoped?" I asked with a cocked brow that I couldn't conceal. I was genuinely interested to hear her response.
Emily glared at me. "Fuck off."
I feigned shock. "Emily. Such language coming out of such a pretty mouth." I smiled at her. "I wasn't trying to be provocative. It’s a question that has bearing on your therapy. We’ve been through this before. I can't help you if you don't let me in."
