Filthy Cam Girl: A Captive Virgin Romance

by JB Duvane

  I slowly took a step toward the bed. "What's in the box?"

  “It contains what you will be wearing the rest of the evening. If you’ll excuse me, I’m going to step away for a moment and allow you to change.” He took the glass of sherry that I still held in my hand and set it on the bedside table, then pushed the box toward me.

  "When I return to the room, I expect you to be dressed in your new attire, I expect this drink to be gone, and I expect you to be waiting on this bed for me. Is that clear?" His eyes bored into mine, making sure I gave him an answer.

  I nodded again, unable to make any words come out of my mouth. Max brushed his hand against my cheek and smiled. "Good, I'll be back shortly," he whispered.

  Then I was alone in the room. I looked around again to get my bearings and try to calm myself. I started to panic a little when the thought occurred to me that maybe I really didn’t know Max that well at all.

  “No,” I said out loud to myself. “You’re being silly. This is all just new and a little scary. Max isn’t going to hurt you.” I looked in the full length mirror across the bed at the hollow stare that met mine. “He loves you.”

  When Max opened the door again a few minutes later I was on the bed exactly as he had instructed. I was wearing the black lace panties and garter that I had found in the box, and my breasts were covered by a sheer camisole with corset-like ribbons that tied up the front. It was took time to tie myself, but I did it as quickly as I could. I didn’t want to disappoint Max.

  I sat perched on the edge of the bed and watched him enter the room. He couldn’t take his eyes off of me and that alone was worth pushing through the nervousness and uncertainty I felt. Max set a tray of drinks on the side table and approached me, his hard cock already visible in his pants.

  "Have I done everything the way you wanted, Max?" I asked softly.

  “Yes,” he assured me. “Everything is perfect. Are you comfortable in your new attire?" he asked, staring openly at my breasts that were pushed up high by the corset and clearly visible through the sheer black fabric.

  I smiled. I didn’t want to be difficult, but this was the most uncomfortable thing I’d ever put on in my life. "No," I admitted.

  "Good, you aren't supposed to be. Besides, it will be coming off shortly."

  "So you're going to fuck me now?” I asked, suddenly desperate to feel his cock inside me again. That’s all I wanted, to feel him inside me. To be as close to him as humanly possible.

  Max gave me a stern look and spoke firmly. “Yes, Emily, I am going to fuck you. However … from this point forward, you will do exactly as I say. When we are together like this you will only speak when I address you.” He trailed a finger over my lips and stared at them as he continued. "You will open up your legs or your mouth when I tell you." His hand moved down and held my chin softly. "And, you will only come when I tell you to.” Moving his hand down to my pussy, he pet the soft area between my legs through the thin fabric. I could feel the wetness seeping through my panties and when Max brought his finger back up and pushed it into my mouth I tasted myself on him.

  “Do you understand?”

  “Y-yes.”

  “Yes, what?”

  “I-I don’t know,” I stammered. I wasn’t sure what he wanted me to call him. He had already made it clear that I wasn’t to call him doctor, and I imagined Max wasn’t what he was after either. “Yes, Sir?”

  Max smiled as he looked down at me. “Very good. You’re my good girl, aren’t you?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Max unbuttoned his shirt and quickly shrugged out of it, throwing it to the floor.

  "Stand up," he instructed me.

  I stood, looking up at him while I did. He was mesmerizing. It was almost as if power was emanating off of him as his eyes burned into me. I felt my throat go dry and my stomach drop as he stared at me, and had to look away. I’d had many men’s eyes on me before. Older men usually made it blatantly clear that they were looking at me everywhere I went. But no eyes had ever had this effect on me before. When Max looked at me like this I was powerless to say no to him. I knew that I would literally do anything he asked me to do from here on out.

  Never Again (Max)

  "Look at me," I whispered. She lifted her face toward mine, undoubtedly expecting a kiss.

  "Do you want this?" I asked her. This wasn't something that I would normally confirm at this point. I didn’t care about consent when it came to the other girls. They were usually so messed up that they barely knew what was going on, but for some reason with Emily I needed to know that she wanted this as much as I did.

  I didn’t know if it was her admission of what she had been through with her father that made me feel extra protective of her, or the simple fact that she was the spitting image of her mother. But for whatever reason, I had feelings for her that made things different—feelings that I hadn’t been able to completely come to terms with, that scared me a little and made me somewhat uncomfortable. I wanted her to be here for me, but I also wanted her to be here with me.

  Emily nodded. Her lips were a natural shade of dark pink and her cheeks were flushed—her physicality giving away her arousal and telling me the truth that she wasn’t willing to let past her lips just yet.

  I smiled. "On your knees, then."

  She silently obeyed, and I unbuckled my pants, letting them fall to the floor.

  "Keep your hands folded in your lap," I instructed her, as I pulled out my aching cock.

  She eagerly lifted her face, her lips slightly parted. I guided my head between her lips, and she allowed my length to glide down the surface of her tongue. Her warm, inviting mouth sucked me in slowly. Watching my cock disappear between her lips again was even better this time because it was all for me. I was watching her suck me down while she was wearing the clothing that I had picked out for her.

  She was going to be my most perfect slave.

  I didn't force myself into her. I would be fucking her other holes soon enough. Instead, I enjoyed watching her do all of the work, craning her neck to take me in and pressing her cute nose against my pubic bone when she had me completely down her throat. And all the while those gorgeous eyes stayed on mine. She hadn’t forgotten what I’d demanded of her in the office. She had already learned what I wanted—what I needed from her.

  She made soft moaning noises, and I had to withdraw before I lost control and came down her throat too soon. Tonight, what I had in mind for her was to squeeze my fat cock into that tight, virgin pussy of hers.

  "That's enough," I said sternly, pulling myself out of her mouth and immediately missing the warm wetness.

  "Remove your panties, and get on the bed."

  She cautiously did as I instructed, with mildly trembling hands. I watched closely as she hooked the sides of the flimsy lace fabric and pulled the panties down, revealing her smooth, bare pussy to me. Even in the dim light, she was glistening from her arousal. When the panties reached her feet, she slowly stepped out of them, and stepped backward to sit on the edge of the bed.

  "All the way back," I told her. Fluffing the pillows, I gestured that she should lay with her head on them. "Legs apart."

  I surveyed her lissome body as it stretched out before me, my cock responding by standing at full attention. Suddenly thoughts filled my head of that first time I had seen her beauty, that night outside the bedroom in the dark hallway.

  “Roll over onto your belly,” I commanded. My cock buried deep in her hot, tight pussy now as I fucked her. But my eyes weren’t on Amelia. My eyes were on the vision in the hallway. Emily stood there. So beautiful … so delicate. She stood there and she watched. She couldn’t take her eyes off of me and I knew then that she would be mine.

  Climbing on to the bed and positioning myself between her pale legs, I looked into Emily’s eyes. She patiently waited for me, her body trembling in anticipation.

  I leaned over her, untying the corseted top and letting it fall open. Her breasts popped out from the constrain
ts of the sheer fabric, revealing hard nipples that cried out to be bitten and sucked. Her tits looked like candy to me, and I couldn't do anything but lean my head down and bite into one, groping the other with my hand and kneading the softness into my palm. My cock brushed against her dripping wet sex, and she gasped.

  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.