Confounding Feelings, Part 2.
Lana Winters awoke fitfully from yet another nightmare. She was stuck in Briarcliff, being poked and prodded by the orderlies. Sometimes she was caned. Other times she recalled being trapped in a cell with Oliver Thredson. The dreams seemed so real that she often woke up screaming. And this night was no different. When she awoke, her heart was pounding out of her chest and she was panting for breath. Only this time, when she looked around the room, there stood Dr. Thredson, already at her bedside.
It usually took him awhile to respond to her cries, and he often looked enraged because she had disturbed his sleep. At the moment, however, the tall dark haired male seemed to pity her. He wasn't saying anything, but his eyebrows were pinched in concern, his stature relaxed. Lana caught her breath and held her hand over her heart. Wordlessly, the doctor moved to sit on her bedside and raised two fingers to the pulse on her neck. Then his hand moved to wipe across her brow, gathering the sweat that had pooled there.
Never before had Oliver asked what she frequently woke up screaming about. Apparently, tonight was different than all the nights beforehand. "You're sweating... Your heart rate is at 120 bpm... You're experiencing night terrors..." The doctor listed Lana's symptoms in his usual professional tone. He regarded her with concern in his eyes. "What have you been dreaming about?" His hand reached out to brush consolingly through her hair as he awaited an answer.
Lana took a deep shaky breath. How was she supposed to answer that question when he was part of the reason that her mind was so tortured? Surely she couldn't tell him that. He was far too unpredictable to be completely honest with. "Briarcliff... I still dream that I'm stuck in there..." Ms. Winters whispered her response. While it wasn't a total lie, she found herself thinking she may be better off if she was back there.
Oliver released Lana's hair and moved back a bit to look at her over the top of his glasses. He didn't seem entirely convinced of her story, he wasn't an idiot. He knew she must also dream of Wendy, of him, of the horrible things he has done to her. Nonetheless, he didn't comment on it, and waited for her to finish speaking. "I don't think I'll ever have a dreamless sleep again in my life..."
Oliver knew the feeling all too well. He often dreamt of his mother, how different his life could have been had she been a part of it. If he hadn't grown up in the system, hadn't felt such extreme loneliness, maybe he wouldn't even be here right now. Maybe himself and Lana would be seeing each other under completely different circumstances. But reality was like a slap in the face, and there was no going back. "I could give you something for the nightmares." Dr. Thredson offered, moving to stand up.
Lana's hand shot out and grabbed his wrist before he could walk away. "No. Please. No more medication." Her eyes were beginning to tear up as she said this, vividly remembering the night before. The journalist was terrified to feel that way again. It was easier when Oliver forced himself on her. At least things were black and white when he was rough with her. She didn't want to see him in any other light. He was a murderer, not someone she should desire or relate to.
But the world isn't black and white, and things weren't so simple. Oliver sat back down on her bedside, taking off his glasses and setting them on her bedside table. He ran a hand through his messy black hair and released a sigh. "I'm just trying to help you, Lana. Why do you resist me?" His tone was agitated. His dark brown eyes watched her shrink in fear.
The young woman was too afraid to respond. She simply shook, awaiting the doctors inevitable blow up. When it didn't come, and he wrapped his arms around her in a tight hug, she bit the inside of her cheek to keep from screaming. He was so strong, it was as though he was deliberately crushing her. "Lana..." Oliver's voice was a whisper. He leaned in to kiss her neck, loosening his grip on her a little. Lana sighed, her neck had always been her weakness.
She felt his wet, hot mouth sucking on her pulse. She had no doubt he could feel her wild pulse under his tongue. The doctor moved up to her ear, biting gently at the lobe. "I can feel you squirming... Don't fight it." Lana gasped, not even realizing she had been squirming from his kisses. Oliver moved back to her neck, nipping at the sensitive skin. She couldn't help the moan that came from her mouth. Her small hands found their way up into his mussed hair. Lana decided she liked it this way. It was wild and unpredictable, just like him.
With a small smile, She tugged at the short hairs. Oliver let his head fall back with the tug, letting out a small growl. So he liked it rough? A smile graced Lana's full lips. She was going to have fun with him tonight. "Oliver... What do you want me to do to you?" The writer's voice was sultry, even to her own ears. But the curling of arousal in her belly couldn't be denied any longer. Dignity be damned!
An aroused chuckle left the doctor at the sudden change in his captive's behavior. He was rock hard the moment she tugged his hair. And now she was offering to please him? God, there was so much he wanted her to do to him. "Just touch me..." Oliver whispered, lifting Lana's hand to touch his bicep. He was wearing a muscle tee and boxers, Lana noticed. She allowed her hand to trace lightly up and down his arm. She leaned in and sucked on his pulse, the same way he had done to her, dragging her teeth as she went.
Oliver moaned deep in his chest, moving his arms around her small body to cradle her to him. She pulled away at the contact, simply to pull his shirt over his head. Lana hadn't realized she'd been panting, until she was running her hands down Oliver's chest. He was hairy, but not overly so. He was also toned nicely. As her hands moved down his body, she tweaked his nipples, also leaning in to kiss down his chest.
It felt nice to have the ball in her court for once. To be the one doing these sinuous things to him. Drawing moans out from him made her wetter than she would care to admit. Oliver was grasping tightly onto her hips, watching through hooded eyes as Lana made her way to his boxers. The writer pushed him back onto the bed and perched herself on top of him, with her knees on either side of his head.
Lana knew he could see up her nightgown, but she didn't care. She was too busy trying to gather the courage to pull his boxers off. The young woman could see how hard he was, straining against the silk of his underwear. She was excited, but nervous. Ms. Winters was in uncharted territory. What if the doctor didn't like what she did to him?
As if sensing her hesitation, Dr, Thredson pulled his boxers down himself and kicked them off. Confronted with his arousal, Lana blushed and simply watched it twitch. Curiosity got the best of her as she wrapped her small hands around his girth experimentally. She didn't know what made a man large in the genital department, but she could now see why it felt so amazing when he filled her last night.
Lana began pumping her hands up and down, listening to Oliver heady moans. The power it gave her was intoxicating. She gripped him tightly and pumped him slowly, squeezing her legs together to try to hide her arousal. The brunette wasn't wearing any panties, as Oliver had deemed them unnecessary. She could feel his hot breath against her closed thighs. Lana could feel his large hands come up to part her thighs, and she was powerless to stop him.
"I want to taste you, Lana." That was all the warning the doctor gave before he leaned up and parted her folds with his tongue. Lana gasped and let go of Oliver's hardness, now needing to grasp his thighs for support. His tongue was hot and wet against her, stroking her clit torturously. Of course, just when she thought the cards were in her favor, Oliver changed the game.
The journalist jumped when she felt him push two fingers inside of her and begin pumping, his tongue continuing it's pleasurable assault. Taking control back into her hands, Lana leaned in and took Oliver into her mouth, sucking him for all he was worth. The couple was moaning against one another as they pleasured each other.
It was like a competition to see who would come first. Both were working each other furiously, muffled moans filling the room. Oliver was the first to pull away, still working her with his fingers as he spoke. "It feels so good, Lana! Don't stop!" His voice was desperate, he was now thrusting up into her mouth.
Trying not to gag, Ms. Winters sucked harder, slightly dragging her teeth against him on the way up. Oliver seemed to love it, using his free hand to grasp the sheets beneath them. He bent away from her, leaning his head back into the pillow as he groaned and growled. All the while he kept his fingers pumping inside her haphazardly.
Lana sucked him faster, sucking in her cheeks as she did so, so he could feel the suction. "I'm going to come! Hah!" Oliver shouted suddenly, whimpering at the impending orgasm. Deep down, Lana wanted to pull back, but she didn't. Instead she moved even faster, waiting for him to come.
And come he did. He shouted her name, his fingers coming out of her to fist the sheets as he rode it out. Lana couldn't help the swell of pride as she swallowed all he had to offer. She had broken him the same way he had broken her, and she had managed not to come. Though she was so close. She had finally won a battle in this waging war between them.
Oliver sighed shakily and pulled Lana off of him. He positioned her to lay on top of his naked body. The crazed man seemed to be relaxed in that moment and he bent to kiss her forehead. "That was amazing..." The doctor's voice was a tired whisper as he stroked his captive's hair. Lana, still feeling the burn of arousal, reached her hand between their bodies to stroke herself.
Dr. Thredson noticed and sat her up in his lap, slapping her hands away. "Let me." His fingers slid back inside of her, his thumb rubbing where she needed it most. He was rough and uncouth with her, and now she was face to face with her captor. His heavy brow was pinched, taking pleasure in her little cries. Her hands gripped his biceps as he curled his fingers inside her, just the way she liked.
The eye contact was what sent her over the edge, as well as his little erotic comments. The orgasm ripped through Lana's body, burning her insides as she screamed out. The room was silent aside from her pants. And then Oliver was kissing her. He was gentle, not biting, using his tongue to part her lips. She allowed him access, both of them moaning as they shared this intimacy.
For some reason, this kiss was more invasive than any sexual contact they had engaged in. There was something personal and romantic about this. Come to think of it, Lana couldn't remember ever kissing Oliver. Not on the lips anyway. And she was lost to the passion in the kiss.
The doctor massaged her tongue with his, lightly caressing her cheeks with his fingertips as he kissed her. Lana was the first to pull away, meeting his gaze with a look of surprise. Wordlessly, he placed her warm body beside his and curled his larger body around her. "Sleep, Lana." Thredson whispered into the woman's ear.
Exhausted, and somehow not embarrassed, Lana closed her eyes and drifted back to sleep. For once she wasn't crying, and she didn't have any nightmares. It was as though Oliver had cured her.
Maybe they could be more than enemies?
[TBC]
