Confounding Feelings, Part 3.

"Oliver... You don't have to do this!" Lana Winters' panicked cry sounded out in the pitch black basement. Oliver Thredson currently had the woman pinned beneath him, a scalpel in hand. The larger man was pressing down on her with all his might, pressing the thin blade into the crying woman's neck. "Please, Oliver! I love you!" Her small fists were pounding against his chest as his weapon drew blood from her delicate flesh.

"You just don't get it, Lana!" Oliver roared, unrelenting in his assault on her. "It won't work! You're a lesbian, for God's sake! How could you possibly love me?!" The journalist's voice was a high pitched screech as she struggled beneath him, somehow managing to wriggle her hand in front of her neck, stopping the scalpel from carving any further.

"I don't know! But I know I do!" Lana's brown eyes were wide in their panic, tears streaming down her pretty face. "Please, baby! We could be so happy! If you would just give it a chance!" For a moment, Thredson considered this. He was just the same as her. Once he came to a conclusion about something, he stuck by it. And that's exactly how he knew his captive was lying to his face to save her own life. She wasn't crying because she felt betrayed, she was crying because she was scared.

With a crazed laugh, Oliver slashed at her hand, a deep gash forming across the skin. Blood dripped and formed a dark red stain on the white sheet below them. With Lana's hand effectively out of his way, he bent in close to her, his eyebrows narrowing as he glared in her face. "Any last words, Lana?" Oliver's voice was patronizing as he smiled wickedly down at the brunette.

With a sniffle and taking one last look at her bloodied hand, Lana reached her wounded hand up, and backhanded her captor across the face. "I will never love you." Her voice was venomous as she spoke, and she spit in the doctor's face. Stunned, Oliver touched the bloodstain on his cheek, before looking down at the woman he craved in pure rage.

With a growl, he slit her throat. In the moment, it felt great to finally shut her up. But minutes later, he felt a twist of agony at seeing her bleed out. There was no doubt that she was dead. The esteemed psychiatrist could see the inside of her bleeding throat. There was no coming back from this. He had killed the only thing he ever loved. With a scream, he rolled off of her dead body and onto the floor.

Tears streamed down his face as he yelled at no one in particular. "I am a monster! No!" Oliver pounded his fists into the ground as he whimpered. What had he done this time? Was there no stopping his madness? There was no point in living without Lana Winters. Looking down at the bloodied scalpel in his hand, and then back over at Lana's lifeless body, he made his decision.

"I'm sorry, Lana..." Was all the young doctor whispered before dragging that same scalpel across his neck, severing an artery, and falling to the floor. He was alive for another minute before death, the last thing he saw was his Lana's bare, shackled feet before the darkness overtook him.

Oliver Thredson woke with a jolt from the jarring nightmare. His breath was heavy, his whole body numb from the shock of the things he just saw. It was a good few minutes before he collected himself. He glanced at the alarm clock on his bedside table. It was 2:30 in the morning. Unable to lay down and go back to sleep, Oliver put on his glasses and made his way into the kitchen. Bypassing getting a glass of water, he made his way over to the basement door.

Unlocking it as quietly as he could, Thredson made his way down the stairs, almost tiptoeing all the way down. Once at the bottom of the steps, he stopped and regarded Lana's sleeping form. She was covered in a thin sheet, her body oddly still. The writer was usually thrashing and moaning, a side effect of her frequent nightmares. The doctor moved closer, until he was at her bedside.

Up close, her tiny face was peaceful, not a sheen of sweat on her. Her mouth was open, drawing in silent breaths. Oliver smiled down at her, gently running his hand through her soft hair. She didn't even stir at the contact. Dr. Thredson had slipped a sleeping pill into her food at dinner, assuring that she would have a peaceful night's sleep for once. She had asked for him to stop giving her medication, but he knew she only said so because she didn't trust him.

However, the more time he spent with her, the less she fought him. And the less Lana fought him, the easier it was for the doctor to contain his demons. She ought to trust him by now. He hadn't laid a hand on her in days. In the beginning, their relationship had been strictly violent. Oliver couldn't shake the feeling that it was growing into something more.

As if sensing his presence, Lana stirred. Her brow pinched suddenly, as though she was in pain. Her eyes remained closed as she spoke. "Oliver..." The journalist's voice was a quiet whimper. Was she still having nightmares? Oliver wondered. His large hand continued stroking soothingly through her hair, waiting to see a change in her behavior. "It feels so good...!" Oliver's mouth fell open as Lana twisted beneath him, her back arching off the bed as she cried out.

A smirk of satisfaction graced his lips as he watched her. She wasn't having a nightmare, she was dreaming of him. Of the two of them, doing sinfully wonderful things together. Thredson moaned, his pants already growing tighter at the thought of being inside her once more.

Unable to help himself, Oliver laid beside Lana, dragging her sheet down to see if her hands were coming out to play as she slept. The bespectacled man bit his tongue as he watched Lana's small thumb trace incessant circles against her clit. "Oliver, please...!" She cried out as she inserted a finger into her dripping folds. The brunette pumped herself slowly, still writhing as she pleasured herself.

How badly the doctor wanted to stroke her in that moment. He wanted to alleviate her frustration and finger fuck her until she was sated and whimpering against him. But maybe his dream was trying to tell him something? Perhaps, instead of taking advantage of her in her sleep, he should simply alleviate himself. He was tired of violating her.

Oliver considered waking her, but he hadn't seen her sleep so peacefully since she had been here. It would surely be wrong to disturb her. So instead, Dr. Thredson began pulling down his pants and underwear in one pull, freeing his rock hard erection. Keeping his almost black eyes on her, he began stroking himself. Lana was still cooing as she pumped herself even harder, her thumb circling her clitoris even faster.

The doctor matched her speed, his heart beating out of his chest as he watched her head turning madly against her pillow from the pleasure. "Unh! Deeper! Oliverrr!" Oliver panted as he brushed the precum from his sensitive tip over his shaft, trying his best to not moan aloud. He watched as Lana added another finger, twisting them in to the knuckle. Such a pity. His fingers were much longer and bigger, he could surely bring her greater pleasure.

The psychiatrist pumped furiously, letting his eyes drift closed as he imagined Lana was the one stroking him. It was easy to pretend when she was essentially panting and moaning in his ear. His eyes snapped open as the bed began creaking beneath him. Oliver continued pumping himself and nearly came at the sight. Lana was now furiously riding her fingers, her free hand twisting her nipple as her mouth opened in a silent cry.

The sleeping pills must be pretty strong if all this movement wasn't waking her. Thredson threw caution to the wind and allowed himself to cry out in time with Lana as she finally reached fulfillment. "Oliver!" She cried, her back arching one last time, her fingers stilling inside of her.

Oliver bent back and growled his release, watching his semen spurt up onto his stomach and chest. Panting, he let go of his softening cock, turning to look back at Lana, whose brown eyes were now open, watching him with a small mischievous smile. "Hello, Oliver." Ms. Winters winked at him, giggling a little bit as she looked down at his embarrassing state.

A week ago, Oliver would have been furious with her for giggling at his cum covered stomach and flaccid penis, but instead, he grinned back at her, his head still fuzzy from his release. "Hi." He whispered back, the baritone of his voice echoing in the basement. He reached a hand out to stroke her cheek as he gazed into her dark brown eyes.

Lana cuddled against him, wrapping an arm around his sticky waist as she leaned her cheek against his broad shoulder. "Were you awake the whole time?" Dr. Thredson asked, his tone slightly sheepish. Lana just giggled, tickling her finger across his jaw.

"Nope. But I woke up around the time you came. You were a little loud..." The writer's shit eating grin made Oliver blush, just like a little boy caught with his hand in the cookie jar. He glanced away from her and at a random spot on the wall. "It's okay..." Lana's voice was soft, reassuring. "You could have taken advantage of me... But you didn't."

With a smile, Oliver looked back over at her. He dragged the back of a finger against her soft cheek, a look of adoration in his brown eyes. "I'm tired of hurting you..." Remorse laced his deep voice, his mind thinking back to his nightmare. Lana didn't respond, but she smiled back reassuringly. "Things will be different from now on, Lana. I promise." The doctor sealed his words with a kiss, wrapping his arm around her shoulders.

"Good." She whispered back. The couple cuddled for a while longer in silence, until Oliver remembered he had work in an hour. He checked his watch and bolted upright, releasing his lover. Lana frowned, wishing she were free from her chains to follow him. "You're leaving?" The journalist's voice was tiny, her expression sad.

Oliver glanced at his watch once more, then back at Lana as he dressed. "It's five in the morning. I have to be at work by six." The brunette sighed, stretching out in the bed. Reaching for the keys on his belt loop, Oliver walked back over and unchained the young woman. She peered at him curiously as he did so, stretching her ankle.

"Get some more rest. And then take a shower and be dressed by five. I'll be home around then. I'll have clothes laid out in my bedroom." Oliver explained, watching Lana carefully. The trust that had just been laid out between them was not lost on either party. "Don't make me regret this..." Oliver whispered, a hint of warning in his tone. Lana simply smiled and nodded her head. "Good girl." He murmured and kissed her forehead before bounding up the stairs and into the bathroom.

Lana relaxed into the bed as she heard the shower start. Finally fully relaxed for the first time in weeks, she curled up and drifted back to sleep. What did he have planned for her?

[TBC]