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Taken: A Dark Romance Collection by Duvane, JB (10)

Chapter 10 - Max

As it turned out, Emily was even bolder than I’d thought. I hadn’t expected the conversation about her mother so soon. It wasn’t something I particularly relished talking about with her. She seemed to become unsettled every time we spoke about that relationship. It would have to be uncovered sooner or later, but I was more interested in what was going to happen between Emily and I when we got to the seclusion of the cottage. As we sped down the highway, I mentally went over all of the details of the room I had set up for her in my house.

Emily was going to take Lucy’s place, yes, but she was special to me, more than a mere toy like the others. The fact that she looked so nearly like her mother was an added bonus for me. It made me feel as if I could arrive at some sort of closure with her through the opening up of her daughter to me. It was perfect. I would have everything I’d ever wanted—everything Amelia had withheld from me.

I had to admit, though, that what I saw in Emily was different than what I’d ever experienced with Amelia. I loved Amelia, and even though I’d held out hope to the very end that she would change, I knew deep down that she wasn’t as submissive as I wanted. I felt that Emily could be everything for me—everything I’d ever dreamed of in a slave and in a woman.

She was so willing to comply with my requests, no matter what they were. Amelia always seemed to know exactly what she was doing with every calculated movement and gesture—sexual and otherwise—whereas Emily was so young, so inexperienced and so willing. Emily definitely had her mother’s devious ways, but she had so little experience in the world that her tricks and games were virtually transparent.

Although, the more time I spent with Emily, the more I suspected that perhaps she knew what she was doing, too. Nevertheless, once I got her to my house and into her room, she was going to be mine to keep. Her training would be thorough—assuring that she wouldn’t ever want to leave, even if given the chance.

This was going to be good for her. A girl like Emily needed structure. She needed an authority figure, someone to tell her when to jump … and when to bend over. My cock twitched at the thought of what was to come. I glanced over at Emily as she chewed absentmindedly on her lower lip. The juxtaposition of grown woman and little girl that she flaunted without even realizing it drove me nearly insane.

"Nearly there," I smiled at her, patting her knee.

"I need to use the restroom, can you stop, please?" Emily asked. "I don't think I can wait."

“Of course,” I said, pulling off at the next exit. It was just as well that we stopped now. I didn't want her wandering around the house unattended as soon as we got there. Of course, I had removed things from plain sight that I didn't want her to see, but there was always the off chance that she would be a little snoop, which given her demeanor at times, was pretty likely. As I watched her blond ponytail disappear into the rest stop bathroom, I became even more excited to get this week underway.

When she got back in the car, I laughed to myself when I saw that her makeup had been retouched, and she had brushed through her hair.

Not much point in all of that, I thought to myself. I knew I was going to have her all messed up again soon enough.

Within a half hour, we were pulling up the long drive that led to my vacation home. Even though it was only a couple hours from the city, it always felt like I was in another country when I came out here. Another place that was so far removed from the rest of the world that it had all but disappeared. This place was my sanctuary. Where everything that happened revolved around my desires and my needs. In all the years that Amelia and I were together she had only once or twice agreed to join me out here. But now I had Emily here with me, and I wasn’t going to let her go.

I walked around to her side of the car and let her out. It was dusk and the only sounds were the crickets and the rustling wind. I grabbed Emily's suitcase from the trunk and approached her where she was standing. She hugged her arms around her thin body, waiting impatiently to go inside.

"It's chilly out here," Emily complained. "I should have brought a jacket."

"It's always a little cooler out here in the country. Don't worry, though, we won’t be out here long and I keep it nice and toasty inside,” I assured her. I couldn’t help but notice how far her hard nipples were poking out underneath her thin shirt. My cock flared again as I put one arm around her and guided her up the steps.

I unlocked the door and stepped inside, flicking on the lights. Emily was right behind me. She gasped as she looked around the entry with awe. We entered a large foyer, with dark mahogany trim and moss green walls.

"Welcome, Emily. Make yourself comfortable." I gestured for her to walk in ahead of me to the living room. I set her suitcase down at the base of a staircase, then took of my jacket and hung it on a rack near the entry. Emily sat down on an oversized couch with massive pillows that came up to her shoulders. She looked like a little girl sitting in a grown-up chair and it made me smile.

“How about a drink?” I asked, clasping my hands together.

“That sounds good,” she said. Her voice sounded a bit shaky, as if she were unsure of herself, which made me all the more excited. I went to the kitchen then came back out to find her looking at one of my paintings. She turned when I walked up behind her and smiled when I handed her a glass of sherry.

“Are you trying to get me drunk, doctor?” she asked with a bat of her eyelashes. “It’s not very professional to ply an underage girl with alcohol.”

“You're a mature young lady, and I'm sure you can handle a glass of sherry. Besides, I thought it would help you relax a bit. And no more of that doctor business this week, Emily,” I reminded her. “I mean it.”

Emily smiled, taking a sip. “Oh yeah, I forgot. Thank you, Max.”

I tapped on my glass for a moment, watching Emily and deciding my next move. It was time I got a bit more stern with her. She was on my territory now, and I figured I should start out early on making sure she understood that I wouldn't tolerate any more games. I didn’t want to leave a doubt in her mind as to who was in charge—fully and completely in charge.

"Emily, since we are going to be spending the week together, I think it might be a good idea for me to show you what I expect from you.”

Her eyes flashed at me. “What you expect?”

“Yes, in fact, maybe it would be a good idea for me to show you the rest of the house now, and then we can go see your room. I want you to start to feel more comfortable here … with me

“Oh, but I do feel comfortable, Max. I’ve been so excited about this trip.”

“This isn’t just a trip, Emily. I want you to understand the nature of the relationship we have now. I want you to stop blurring the boundaries of our roles.”

“I thought you said we were friends. You’ve said it more times than I can count, actually.” She straightened her back a bit and I could tell that I had hit some sort of nerve.

“Look, this is supposed to be a relaxing week for the both of us,” I said, setting my glass down and putting my hand on her shoulder. “I don’t want any bad feelings. I just feel that it would benefit both of us to be clear about where we stand in regards to one another. Don’t you agree?” I looked deeply into her eyes, tucking a tuft of hair behind her ear.

"I agree completely," Emily said, gazing back at me and looking relieved.

I offered her my hand and led her down the hall that was off the main living room. The house was large—not as large as her mother's house that she had grown up in, but was still large enough that most would consider it to be a rather lavish property.

I noticed that she had kicked off her heels under the couch before we had left the room and smiled to myself at this. Emily was so strong, yet so pliable at the same time. She clearly was begging for someone to take care of her. Take control and relieve the burdens that she had been carrying for so long.

Everything about her made me want to keep her all to myself. To keep her here and never let her go. I had never worked out in my own head exactly why this was, but it was obviously something that had become more than a habit throughout my life. I didn’t want to share what was mine with anyone. I didn’t even want to share her beauty with the world anymore. They’d all seen enough of her. Her remaining years would be for me alone.

When I looked at her again she was much shorter than she had been with her shoes on. She looked just like an oversized doll.

"Which way to my room, Max?" she asked, biting her bottom lip and looking at me excitedly, with a touch of seductive darkness in her eyes.

"We'll get there. First, I wanted to show you the deck.” I led her through the kitchen, and to the back of the house, which was nearly a single wall of glass. Through the massive window there was a view of the woods, and beyond that, the mountains.

Emily gasped. "It's beautiful!"

She stepped back from the window, backing up against my body, and I put an arm around her and turned her toward me.

"I was hoping you'd think so," I said. “I want you to be happy here, Emily. I want you to stay for a long time.”

“So this is for longer than a week?” she asked, her eyes filled with hope.

“Yes, I want this to be for longer than a week.”

“Oh, Max!” She threw her arms around me and I lifted her up, her slim body so light in my arms. “I’m so happy! I would do anything for you, you know that.”

“I certainly hope so,” I said as I set her back down on the ground. "Now, lets go see your room."