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Chapter 11

"I'm moving out next week." He could still hear those words in his head. He thought he was close to having her finally. He had spent a whole fucking year trying to make her fall in love with him and she was discarding him just like his whore of a mother had done. He wouldn't allow it. He would chain her to the basement if it came to that. He fumed inside of his office. He downed scotch after scotch.

Lana told him this morning before he left for work. It was a surprise. He thought they were fine. Apparently his efforts had been misguided. "I'm going to be on TV. The salary is great and I'll finally be able to pay you back Oliver. Aren't you happy for me?" She asked with those big brown eyes of hers.

He was too stunned; he must have nodded because Lana chattered about moving close to his apartment since she liked this area. She spoke of visiting and introducing him to her friends in the TV station. All he could feel and think about was the deep feelings of despair he felt. He wanted to be gentle with her; he wanted her to be willing. He thought Lana was starting to like him. He was wrong. She asked him about something and he politely nodded. "I have to go to the office." He said a heartbeat later.

She smiled, clearly uncomfortable too, "I've been invited to a conference this weekend for my book. I'll be back on Monday."

He felt more anxiety and knew he had to leave before he lashed out at her without any plans. He needed to get out, he had to plans things. The weekend would be perfect, Lana wouldn't leave his side. She was his and his she would remain.

He drank another glass of scotch, he asked Patty to cancel his evening meetings. He would go home early and make sure the basement was well equipped to hold Lana. He couldn't lose her; he would have to use a direct approach, since his gentle ways hadn't work. Positive reinforcement didn't yield any results then punishment would surely give the expected outcome. He threw the glass to the nearest wall and delighted in the crash.

Patty came in quickly, looking alarmed. "Doctor, are you ok?"

"I'm fine Patricia." He said formally. He looked at her blue eyes and her pretty figure. He would relieve a lot of stress if he fucked her. She was dressed nicely, a black skirt, high heels and a nice green blouse. Lana would know what to call it, he thought about her again and the visceral need accosted him again.

He stood up and kissed his secretary forcibly. The woman kissed him back and ran her hands through his hair. This was the first kiss he gave her. He didn't kiss these types of women. She was a whore, a nice one but a whore nonetheless. She gave him her body because at the end of the month there would be a nice paycheck. Patty was taken aback; he could taste coffee and some of her lipstick. She moaned, "Dr. Thredson." She looked shyly up to him and suddenly Oliver wanted to have her in his bed. He would take her the whole weekend. He hadn't used his home ever since Lana entered his life but now he felt the need to defile his home, to give the house new memories. He needed to cleanse his home from Lana's presence.

"Patty, what do you say we go to my place?" He asked seductively while running his hand over her perfectly curved behind. He kissed her neck and bit a little. "No, biting doctor, my fiancée could notice." She smiled and readied herself. "Let's go, Robert is out of town until tomorrow. I can be yours for the night."

Oliver smiled and led her to his car. Lately he had used Patty more than usual. He planned on using her the whole night. He needed release, peace of mind to elaborate his strategy. Right now, he couldn't think properly, he was too angry, his emotions to raw. He needed to be calm and think of a way to retain Lana. Later after a session of good fulfilling sex he would evaluate whether force was needed.

Patty was a pretty sight beside him. Oliver couldn't help but slide one of his hands into her sex. He could feel the moisture leaking out and it thrilled him. Patty was good; she knew how to make him wild. She would be perfect for him if it she wasn't so droll and simple minded. She wasn't a challenging enough, too eager for his praise; she lacked character, so much unlike his Lan.

He parked the car and in an instant they were inside the apartment. He offered her a drink but Patty refused and discarded her pretty blouse. "I want you doctor." She whispered. Oliver kissed her roughly and entertained fucking her against the door frame but decided against it. She pulled him to the couch and stripped slowly, her heels were first. He wanted to touch her long legs but she shook her head. "Let me take care of you Dr. Thredson." She touched her legs teasingly and unrolled the hosiery, next was the skirt. Oliver watched as she undid her hair from the loose fitted bun. She ran her hands through her blond hair and then straddled him. She wore a lacy brassier, rather decorative because it didn't do the job properly. Her breasts spilled out of the garment without much effort from his part. Her panties were black, and a little unattractive. He touched her intimately and she closed her eyes. He yanked the brassier down and kissed her nipples. According to Freud he was fixated in the oral stage. He couldn't give a proper fuck right now. He touched and licked those bountiful breasts and felt himself grow incredibly hard. She tried to undress him too and for the first time he let her without hesitation. He needed full contact.

He stood up; Patty giggled and crossed her legs over his hips. He was strong and carried her to his bed in swift movements. He kissed her into the bed, in less than ten minutes she had taken his glasses off and unbuckled him. She played with his member, she stroked him. Oliver had to close his eyes because it never ceased to amaze him that Patty took care of him orally.

She made him sit on the bed, his shirt opened halfway. Patty removed his underwear and touched his thighs. She raked her nails over the sensitive skin of his testicles. She gave him a wicked smile and then licked his shaft. He was barely able to say a word. His secretary dropped a few kisses and then took him into her mouth. He would give her a big bonus this month. She moaned and bobbed her head up and down. Sweet, demure and simple Patty was a slut and loved to be taken hard. She touched herself and then swallowed his issue. She looked up at him with those teary eyes and wiped her mouth. He grabbed her by the arm and threw her to the bed. He opened her legs forcibly and entered her; she was so wet, and hot. He didn't give her time to adjust, Patty didn't fuss either, he wasn't affectionate but relished the full skin contact they shared. He had never been fully undressed with her, this was a first. She liked it by the way she admired his body and raked her nails all over his back. She looked glorious; all that blond hair sprawled on his bed pillow. He wished it was darker and her face thinner, longer, her eyes darker. He shook his head and thrust. He pulled her legs to his shoulders and admired the pretty sight.

Oliver kissed her neck and wildly bucked into her; she moved her hips in the same rhythm and loudly praised him. He didn't like that, she was overreacting he thought. He grabbed her neck and squeezed, "Don't fake it dear." She coughed when the air returned to her lungs and bucked just as wildly. He liked that and drove into her like a man possessed. He could hear the headset bumping into the wall; the sounds confused themselves with her now honest cries of pleasure. He closed his eyes and imagined a slimmer woman in the bed, with brown hair and lighter skin. She moaned. "Oh, Dr. Thredson." She chanted desperately as he massaged her nipples. He drove into her with force once again. He opened his eyes when he didn't hear her anymore. He looked into her eyes and saw terror in her blue eyes. He jerked inside of her; she moaned and tried to move from under him. She was looking at a fixed point by the door threshold. He turned a little and saw Lana Winters pale, her hands in fists and pure unadulterated fury in her eyes.