Chapter Three

A couple of days later, she was back in reception. This time, things were a little different. At Hugo’s suggestion, Mrs Rowntree had booked Emma as his last appointment of the day. Hugo had been thinking about her for forty-eight hours straight and this had left his interest undiminished and his imagination on fire. Despite being married for a decade to an art critic who now stayed mostly in Hampshire where they had a cottage, Hugo had a fascination for innocence. He wasn’t interested in confident women who knew what they wanted, but he did have a predilection for those who had been exposed to temporal corruption, but who retained a sense of innocence and vulnerability. But it was the combination of his roles as both saviour and exploiter that sparked his most explicit fantasies.

In his position as a psychiatrist, he knew it was unlikely that he would ever be challenged, at least not seriously, and even if he was, who would believe a girl like that against a professional pillar of the community like him? He also enjoyed the fact that even if they wanted to report him, he held power over them. He could have them evicted, arrested, even sectioned under the Mental Health Act. If he was seriously worried, it was certainly easy enough to arrange for them to be picked up by an Albanian acquaintance of his who by day ran a successful car wash in central London, and by night oversaw a gang of fellow Albanians who robbed to order, ran narcotics and most importantly of all, supplied girls to the streets. Hugo had his bases covered and he was confident that his time with Emma would remain strictly on his terms. He stretched his neck from side to side, relieving the pressure of his previous appointments and picked up the extension on his desk. “You can send in the final patient now Mrs Rowntree.”

“Of course, Doctor, I will send her through now.” Mrs Rowntree dropped her voice just a notch to speak privately with the doctor. “You will remember doctor that I have an appointment this afternoon that I cannot reschedule?”

He had no recollection of her telling him about that, but he rarely remembered the vacuous babble that emanated from his employee. “This is just a getting to know you session so no need for you to hang around. See you in the morning.” The buzzer on his desk sounded and this time his door was pushed open without a knock. Hugo frowned to himself as the girl walked in. He didn’t like them to be presumptuous. She should show respect. He would have to address that in due course.

“Come in Emma and take a seat.” The girl walked over to the sofa and gently sat down. This time she was wearing a summer dress. Knee length, sandals and nicely fitting, it wasn’t new but clearly, she had made an effort. Perhaps she was keener than he had thought? Probably not… she could just read the writing on the wall. “How have you been over the last couple of days?”

“Fine. I registered for my studies at college and I’m looking forward to getting started. I’m going to the library after this session to collect some books.”

“Excellent. I want to make sure that you understand how this works, and what I am expecting of you as we move forwards. You will need to be dedicated to your treatment and expend every effort to make progress. As I mentioned last time, your continued stay at the hostel is contingent on you successfully attending and applying yourself to these sessions. Is that understood?”

“Yes sir.” His erection was already straining against his trousers. Just from the tone of her voice he could see that she had been torn between hoping that he was simply referring to her treatment, and trying not to admit to herself this these sessions would be a lot more involved than she had hoped for. Her use of the word sir demonstrated to him that not only did she acknowledge his authority in the situation, but also that she had surrendered to his intentions and was now submitting to his will. Her demure posture and frequent upward glances confirmed his clinical observation that she understood her position.

A flash of anger pierced his demeanour and his voice hardened.  “Let’s get one thing straight… when you come here, I expect you to knock at my door before you just walk in. Is that clear? If you want my help you need to earn it and that starts with manners and respect”

She froze. “I…I. I’m sorry, I didn’t realise….”

He smiled again; it was easy to put her off balance. “No need to apologise, we can address that later.” He took a pace forwards and drew her to her feet. He gently ran his fingers through her hair and cupped her chin. “I think we will make a lot of progress you and I.” He lifter her chin slightly and kissed her lips. She didn’t respond and he continued to probe her mouth, forcing his tongue between her lips and then teeth. When she did begin to return his kiss, she was shaking, and her breathing had quickened. He put his hand around her head and pulled her face in to his, taking her lower lip into his teeth and biting. She tried to pull away, but he held her firm and after a second, she went limp. Whatever fight was in her was spent and he released her lip. Stepping back, he removed his jacket and undid his belt. He stepped out of his trousers and laid them across the chair. He undid his shirt, pausing only to incline his head toward her indicating that she should undress too. She began to unbutton the top of her dress and let it slip to the floor. Hugo stood waiting, staring at the girl who was utterly mesmerising.  He flicked his gaze downwards and she obediently stepped forward, taking his boxer shorts, and pulling them down to his ankles, where he stepped out of them. His erection was almost painful in intensity and he reached out, grasping her by both hands and propelled her towards the sofa where he sat with his legs wide open. She knelt and looked up. He nodded and she leaned forward. It was the very sight of her kneeling before him that was pushing him over the edge. The noise in his brain was overwhelming, his senses stretching out to infinity.