I had no idea how I was going to do this. I truly wanted what was best for Emily. I wanted her to stay with me and to make sure she got the care and support she needed, but I also knew that it was going to be near impossible for me to keep my hands off of her. I felt like a madman when I thought about what I still wanted to do to her. It seemed like everything she had done was stirring up feelings in me that could only be alleviated by sticking my cock in a wet hole.

She killed her own mother for christ’s sake. And she claims she did it for us. I didn’t doubt that at all, but I was unsure of how to proceed with everything now that I had that knowledge. Now that I knew what she was capable of.

My mind was so messed up I didn’t know what thoughts were based in reality anymore and what thoughts were products of fears that lived deep inside me. Fears I’d never felt the need to address.

I felt like I was in a hole that was so deep I might as well dig down to get out.

I slept for hours and when I woke up I went in to check on Emily. She was asleep so I made some tea and took it in to her with a variety of soft foods for her to choose from. I felt like the only thing I could offer her right now was food because if I started to get close to her I was going to want to pin her down and fuck her.

Emily stirred when I set the tray down on the table next to the bed.

“Max?” She turned her head toward me and a faint smile spread across her face.

“Are you hungry? I brought you some tea. And here’s some more yogurt and some apple sauce and pudding, and some cookies you can soften in your tea,” I said, picking each item up and showing it to her.

When I looked up again she was smiling even wider. “I’ll just have some tea for now. But can I have it in the bath? It feels like I haven’t taken one in days.”

“That’s probably because you haven’t.”

Emily scooted to the edge of the bed and let her feet dangle. “Thank you.”

Her smile was so sad it made me want to throw her down on the bed and jump on top of her right then. Instead I picked up the tray and carried it into the bathroom. I set it down and drew a bath and while I waited for it to fill I fixed her tea with milk and sugar. I leaned against the counter and watched her as she sat on the toilet and took little sips, then fixed a cup for myself.

We sat in silence for a while, just drinking the tea and making eye contact off and on. I watched her self-conscious movements become more exaggerated each time she looked up and saw me stare at her. I liked that I had that effect on her. I liked to watch her squirm, but suddenly I was starting to feel like all of my impulses were wrong, especially where she was concerned.

When the bath was ready Emily set down her tea and stepped into the bath. When she sank down into the hot water, she let out the sexiest groan I’d ever heard. It sounded both deep and high-pitched at the same time, like two voices singing the same note together and blending into one. I had a hard time keeping my eyes off of her silky smooth skin and her breasts as they bobbed on top of the water. I grabbed a wash cloth and put some coconut scented soap on it, then knelt down next to the bathtub and rubbed it on her skin.

Emily let me wash her, moving her around to clean each of her body parts. It was incredible to feel so intimate with her and her body, like I was taking care of a very expensive possession—which is exactly what I was doing. I wanted to make sure that my little doll was safe and healthy and perfect. I didn’t want to send her away and I couldn’t let her leave. I knew that this was best for both of us. She would take care of me and my needs and I would do the same for her. We would help each other.

I knew I wouldn’t be able to be everything Emily needed, at least not right away. But no relationship is ever that perfect, and I knew I could help her in ways that no one else could.

I watched Emily as she lay back in the bathtub and closed her eyes. “You’re so beautiful, Emily.”

She opened her eyes and looked at me. She didn’t look sad or angry, in fact, she looked more at peace than I’d seen her in a long time—maybe ever. “Can you forgive me, Max?”

I looked at her for a long moment, then down at the mounds of white bubbles that swirled around on the surface of the bath water. “Honestly, I don’t think I’m the one that needs to forgive you, Emily. I think you need to forgive yourself.”

“It would be easier for me to live out the rest of my life hating myself than it would be to know that you hated me.”

“I could never hate you. I don’t understand how you could even think that.” I continued to swirl the bathwater around with the wash cloth in my hand, watching the bubbles collect around Emily’s perfect breasts.

“Maybe it’s because I don’t actually know how you feel about me. You haven’t said a thing other than how you felt about …”

“Yes, I know. I do realize that I made a mistake telling you about what went on between your mother and me—“

“But that’s not really it. I might have been able to handle your stories about how much you loved her if I’d had anything to go on—if I’d had any idea at all how you felt about me.” Suddenly Emily completely disappeared under the water, then popped back up. “I need to wash my hair.”

I grabbed the bottle of shampoo and put some in my hand, then massaged it gently into Emily’s scalp. “I do realize that I’m not the best and revealing the things I’m feeling to women, Emily. But you have to understand that I haven’t had to. It’s not in my nature. Close your eyes.” I turned the bath wand on and rinsed the soap out of her hair. “Now stand up.” Emily stood up in the bathtub and I continued to rinse off the soap and shampoo, watching the rivers of white bubbles create delicate paths down the curves of her body.

“I like this,” she said, smiling and looking up at me. “It makes me feel special.”

“You are special, Emily. You are very special to me, and I’m sorry I haven’t told you that. I know that you came here with certain expectations and I’d be lying if I said that I was going to change and suddenly be who you want me to be. That’s not who I am. But now that I know more about what you need, I’ll try and be more open with you. I can’t make any promises, though.”

Emily stepped out of the bath and onto a white, fluffy rug. She looked almost angelic standing there, with beads of water glistening over every inch of her skin. I grabbed a thick towel off one of the racks and wrapped it around her.

“I want you to do whatever you want to me, Max.”

“What do you mean, like shock treatment?” I said with a laugh as I rubbed the towel on her hair.

Emily furrowed her brow and gave me a wide-eyed glare. “No! Of course I don’t mean that!”

“Relax, Emily. It was a joke.”

“I know, it just caught me off guard, is all.” A smile finally crept up on the sides of her mouth. “I meant sexually. I want you to know that I’m okay with whatever you want. I don’t want you to feel pressured to let me kiss you or touch you.” A hint of sadness returned to her face again as she continued. “I just want to be with you, Max, and I’ll do whatever it takes to make you happy. You can tie me up and tell me what to do. I want you to do those things.” Her eyes took on a darkness suddenly and she looked away. “I just don’t want you to put me down in the basement ever again. Please.” Her eyes were filled with tears again when she looked back up and it just about broke my heart. I couldn’t believe what I’d done to her. How callously I’d treated her. I was a monster and I didn’t deserve her.

“I won’t put you down there ever again, Emily. That place was never meant for you.”

“Who was it meant for, then?” She looked at me inquisitively and I was at a loss. There was no way I could tell her about the other girls.

“It was an experimental room that I used … years ago. It’s nothing for you to worry about. I promise, I’ll never put you down there again.” It wasn’t lost on me that I was already lying to her. I had actually planned on putting her down there if she’d gotten out of hand, which I’d had a feeling she would. But that was in the past. I wanted to focus on us both moving forward.

“Do you still want to tie me to the bed?”

The conversation was starting to make me a little bit uncomfortable. Not because I was worried that the part of me that wanted to tie her up needed to change. There were plenty of psychological abnormalities that I believed could be changed in a person—things that would help that person function better and live a happier life. And I knew deep down that I had some issues that probably needed be dealt with.

But I knew damn well that keeping the other girls in the basement as my playthings had been wrong. I knew they were too messed up to begin with to know what was really going on and that part of me got off on that. But I did not see my sexual preference for a slave as one of the things that needed to change—or as an abnormality at all.

People do change throughout their lives—the things they like to do, foods they like to eat, as well as sexual interests. But it was my firm belief that trying to change those things—forcing a change—was essentially pointless.

The reason I was uncomfortable was because this was Emily. She was not one of the girls I’d kept in the basement. I cared about her and I truly wanted to see her move past her pain—but I was starting to worry that foisting my sexual preferences on her would be detrimental to her therapy. It was the first time that thought had ever occurred to me in relation to a woman.

“What I want is for you to rest and get better. I want to spend some time exploring your childhood and your relationships with both of your parents as well as your own sexuality. I think that would be best—”

“Cut the doctor bullshit, Max! Tell me what you want. Tell me if you want me to be a part of any of the things you want to do. I need to know.”

I looked at Emily for a long time. This was different than anything I’d ever experienced with a patient, even with Amelia. Emily was so strong and so vulnerable at the same time, and both sides of her were equally alluring to me. I felt like with her there was a constant pull inside me that went in opposite directions. And now with the whole issue of her potential treatment I was almost at a loss for how to proceed—because I knew exactly what I wanted to do, but I also knew that she needed something else. Something I might not ever be able to give her.

“I do, Emily. You wouldn’t be here if I didn’t, but I don’t think it’s a good idea—“

“Fuck me, Max,” she said, letting the towel fall to the floor. “I want you.”

“Emily—“

“I want the things you want, Max. Don’t you understand that? I want to experience your domination over me and I want to feel small and beautiful in your hands. I do also want to feel needed and loved, and I think I’m starting to understand that the things you do to me are the way you show me that.” Emily kept her eyes lowered as she continued. “I know that what I did was horribly wrong, and that I need some kind of therapy or something, whatever you think is best. But, honestly, I think I’d be a lot better off if you just fucked me.”

I stared down at her, hesitating for just a moment before I removed my clothes. I threw my shirt, then my pants onto the floor, my cock already jutting out in front of me. “Get on your knees.”

Emily immediately did as I told her, a smile lighting up her eyes.

I didn’t touch my cock or Emily’s head. I just looked down into her eyes, taking in the gorgeous view of my sweet little submissive doll. “You know what to do,” I said.

Emily kept her hands in her lap and moved her head forward so that her lips gently wrapped around the head of my cock. My entire body felt like it was melting into hers as the sensation of my cock sliding into her warm mouth enveloped me. I watched her head move back and forth, sliding her pink lips across the length of my shaft with each thrust. All the while keeping her eyes on mine.

“Good girl,” I said, unable to stop myself from grabbing a handful of her hair. “You’re such a good girl.”

I moved her head back and forth, forcing my cock further and further down her throat, and watching as it disappeared completely. “Oh fuck, you’re so perfect.”

I was so close to coming down her throat but I didn’t want this to end so soon. I knew there would be many more times like this between us, but right now—when I looked down at my perfect little girl—I wanted this feeling to go on forever. The feeling that she was completely, totally, and willingly mine.

“Stop,” I almost yelled. If I felt my cock slide down that hot throat of hers one more time it all would have been over. “Stand up.” Emily did as I told her and I wrapped my arms around her, picking her up and carrying her to the bed. I felt almost rabid in my need to fuck her—to possess her and watch her writhe around underneath me.

“Spread your legs.” She did as she was told, moving her legs across the sheets until her pink pussy opened up in front of me. Emily gasped when I gripped her ankles in both hands and bent her in half, so that her feet were resting on either side of her head. Her eyes burned into me as I grabbed the cuffs from the two closest bed posts and attached them to her ankles, leaving her spread wide in front of me—every inch of her pussy exposed and available to me. I loved seeing her like this. So incredibly vulnerable and having complete trust in me—giving everything of herself to me.

My cock was ready to explode inside her, but I also wanted to take my time. The desire to watch her eyes as I filled her with my cock was matched equally by my need to draw everything out, and to watch her pleasure herself. “I want to watch you, Emily. Touch yourself for me. Show me how you make yourself come.”

I was entranced by every movement that she made. Her hand snaked down in between her spread legs and slipped over the puffy flesh of her pussy lips before gliding over her glistening, pink hole. She plunged two fingers inside herself, then brought them back out and spread her slippery juices all over her clit. I was hypnotized by the circles her middle finger made as it went around and around, causing her clit to expand in size.

She kept her eyes on mine while she continued to pleasure herself for me. Her mouth was open and each of her breaths came quickly, along with a rhythmic series of deep moans.

“God, you’re so beautiful, Emily.” I could see that she was getting closer to an orgasm, so I positioned myself under her, gripping her hips and sliding the head of my cock over her glistening folds. “Keep going,” I said, watching every move she made.

Her fingers picked up speed, circling frantically over her engorged clit while I waited for the right moment. When I saw that her legs were tensing up and her eyes were starting to close I drove the full length of my cock into her waiting pussy. Emily threw her head back, screaming out my name as I repeatedly sunk my cock into her.

I was still upright, watching her fingers move over her clit while my cock disappeared inside her small body, the skin surrounding her pussy suctioning around my cock like a greedy mouth.

Finally her body started to convulse, her legs jerking in their restraints and her ass pressing up so that my cock could sink in deeper. I threw my body forward so that I was hovering over her, my hands on either side of her head and my pelvis slamming into her thighs.

I was overcome with the desire to possess everything about her and without thinking of my need for control over my own actions I lowered my lips to hers, devouring her while her body continued to buck and convulse underneath me. Her lips opened up wide and let me enter, my tongue exploring the one part of her body I had never before let it touch.

A growl emerged from deep inside me when I felt my seed spill into my perfect doll. I kept my lips locked on hers—my tongue deep inside her mouth and my cock buried in her pussy—until I felt the intensity of our orgasms die down. But even then I didn’t want to feel that absence anymore. I wanted my lips on hers. I wanted to taste her and feel her in every way possible. I knew at that moment that, no matter how long any of my experiences with her lasted, I would never be able to get enough of my Emily.