Disclaimer: I own nothing, except my twisted imagination.
A/N: This fic is not meant to offend anyone or cause some outrageous revolt. It is simply another product of three options: too much smutty imagination, too much time on my hands to help it thrive.
Pairing: Oliver Thredson/Wendy Peyser.
American Horror Story: Asylum
Perfect Mistakes
Chapter Two
“Dr. Thredson?” Wendy called out as she sat in the middle of Oliver’s bed, her soft brown eyes looking around his quietly lit bedroom.
Every time she thought she heard his light footsteps passing by the door, she would call out his name. But whenever she did, he never appeared. She was afraid. She hadn’t seen him since this morning when he’d brought her in a box filled with some of her clothing and other things from her house. She asked him what was going on and where he'd gotten her things, but he told her she would know in time and handed her a plate of eggs and left. She was beginning to panic, in constant fear that he wouldn’t be coming back.
She was hungry again, a little frightened, and most of all she was tired of being alone. Her eyes flashed to the nightstand and the clock ticking away.
6:30pm She didn’t know what was going on or why he had placed this heavy chain link around her ankle, but she needed him to come back, to help quiet her fears and provide her with some explanation.
Oliver was leaning against the doorframe outside his bedroom door, clad in a long blue robe and white pajama bottoms, his fingers grasping a glass ashtray in one hand and the cigarette he was nursing in the other. The only thing he could focus on all day was her....
And God, the way her wet lips felt around his member.
In fact she was
all he could think about and as a result, he had begun to pace slowly up and down the long hallway, puffing anxiously at his increasingly dwindling cigarette. Knowing that she was just on the other side of this door, lying in his bed, was making him crazy.
Several times that day he had thought back to earlier that morning and those five minutes, just before her life had been altered the moment he placed the chain around her ankle, that left him riddled with so many unanswered questions rolling about in his mind. Finally after a long while of pacing, he stopped in front of the door once more and gently pressed his fingertips to the thick cherry wood.
She told him she wanted to forget.
‘Had she thought this was a mistake and wanted to put it all behind her in her rush to leave?’ No, she slept with him. Of course not without a little encouragement on his part yet she did do it of her own choosing.
‘Have I made a mistake?’ No, she’s
different… But she’s also a constant reminder of everything that had gone completely sour between him and Lana.
'Should I follow the little nagging voice in the back of my mind and just do away with her already for good and start anew?” ….
Everything had been so
perfect. Oliver had been waiting his entire life to experience a night like he and Wendy had shared. He thought Lana would have been the one give it to him once. But she may as well have just been the equivalent to a corpse as she laid there beneath him: stiff, lifeless, and just as unfeeling. He had tried everything and nothing worked. Even as he'd used his fingers and mouth on her that led to the inevitability of a climactic response to his stimulation, still there was nothing.
She wouldn't even look at him....
But not Wendy. She on the other hand had been what he always imagined the lover he never knew could be. She was gentle, curious, and in some ways delightfully naive. And God, her
skin... was so warm and smooth and so irresistibly inviting. Constantly he thought about how she had laid right next to him all night, letting him run his fingers over her naked back, committing every little freckle and curve to memory, all the way down to the two little dimples at the small of her back. She possessed a natural beauty glowing inside her and for some reason that he couldn't understand, she seemed to try to keep smothering it with ashes when it needed nothing but his encouragement to fan the lightly glowing kindling into a cozy, inviting blaze.
But there was one more thing that stood out to him the most above all else... And that was the fact that not once last night had she been afraid of him.
For a moment, he silently thanked Lana for the "parting gift" she supposedly left behind because it made it that much easier to get her lover to come willingly into his arms. It was like dangling a piece of brightly colored yarn just out of a reach of a tiny kitten and watching her swat away at it, only to finally give it to her and see her excitement turn to disappointment once she realized it wasn’t what she thought it would be.
Last night Wendy had made it blatantly clear to him that she did have an interest in men, but she also showed him that it was a side she had not ventured to very often and knowing that secret desire was there made him want her all the more. But somehow he already knew that igniting that small interest in the opposite sex into a full blown bonfire was going to be something else entirely because he had to confess that he wasn’t sure where to start. And of course he knew it didn’t help by chaining her to his bed. Instead the only purpose it served was to create a massive rift between them that was still very real and no matter what he could think of, he didn't know how to mend it.
After a while his fingers found the round, silver doorknob of their own doing and before he knew it, he had slipped inside. The room was faintly lit from the glow of the small lamps lining the dark cabinets along the far wall. Oliver’s eyes drifted across the room, searching her out as he shut the door behind him with a soft click. He could hear her soft breathing, calling his gaze over to his bed. He strode over to the lamp on his nightstand and softly clicked it on. She was curled up like a ball under his blankets aside from one small foot peeking out and the silver hunk of metal latched securely around her ankle. He wanted desperately to remove it, to have her willingly curl into his embrace again like she had last night. But it was too soon. Not to mention that he wasn’t sure if this was going to work or what he planned to do with her if it didn't….
The tips of his fingers found the cold, heavy links of the chain and he crouched down next to the bed, letting them travel along it until they found the soft silky underside of her bare foot. His dark eyes closed as he drew timid little circles over the skin with his index finger, thoroughly enjoying the touch that he had been deprived of all day and all his life long. Her foot twitched and Wendy quickly sat up like an alarm clock had just gone off, flipping his dark brown blanket back. She brushed her loose brown curls out of her eyes as she hurriedly scanned the room in a sleepy daze until their eyes met.
“Dr. Thredson!” she said, clearly startled and wondering when she had fallen asleep.
Wendy drew her foot back toward her body and he watched it leave his grasp and scurry back under his blanket. Her eyes followed him as he stood from his crouched position to full height and she leaned back a little, looking his tall towering form up and down as his dark shadow swallowed her up. Oliver watched her body language closely and took a notice of the way she pulled her knees up to her chest, realizing immediately that she was seeking some form of protection and comfort.
“Hello Wendy.” he said and smiled softly down to her, responding in a calm tone that he commonly used to address his patients whenever they were teetering along that fine line of calm and collected to flat out hysterical. “Remember, there are no more formalities here. Call me Oliver.”
He looked her over and watched her rearrange the short little sun dress he had her change into this morning in attempt to rid herself of her disheveled appearance. He had a mind to tell her that just seeing her wake up in his bed was enough, no matter what she looked like.... Her lips parted as though she wanted to say something, but her brown eyes filled with tears and he watched as her face contort into a sob. As the day had drilled on, she too had so many unanswered questions that she wanted to ask now that he was finally here.
“Oliver…” she whimpered and she buried her face in her knees. Nothing else came out, but her mind was scrambling for all the things that she wanted answers to.
‘Was this all a ruse or was this something else?’ No, it couldn’t be. He had been so charming, so understanding, and so
different than any other man she had ever met because most of all, he didn’t judge her for her relationship with Lana and even encouraged her to put away her fears and venture to the other side to be with him too.
‘Was he really who he said he was?" Yes, she had been all to eager to jump in his car. But the mention if Lana's name was all she needed to hear
'Had he done something to Lana?' .... No, she didn’t want to think about it. She needed to make sense of things first before she ventured into where her mind had been trying to lock her out of all day.
But right now, she couldn’t think of any of them or where to even start. He reached out to her and put his hand on her shoulder, but she pulled away from his touch. She pushed the blankets aside and slid to the foot of the bed, stepping out of it as though she were going for the door, but the chain ran out of slack and she stumbled backward, slumping to the hard wood floor in a heap as a reminder that she had nowhere to go.
Oliver calmly strode over to her and sat down on the floor, crossing his legs. He scooted to closer to her side, his thigh pressed against hers like they were schoolyard friends at recess and he took a last drag of his cigarette, letting the smoke fill his lungs and smother the stress of the day. Wendy stiffened at his immediate closeness, but she didn’t move away.
“She never loved you…” Oliver told her quietly, his voice still calm and soothing and she looked up at him quickly as though somehow he had been listening to her thoughts and her forehead wrinkled the tiniest bit.
“I just don’t understand…. “
“Wendy, she planned to write all about how you were just an asexual fabrication and a “
roommate.”
Wendy pulled her knees to her chest again and stared at her bare feet as she began weep, her russet locks falling into her eyes and face at his words.
"No, no… Shhh…” he said, setting his ashtray down and placing his cigarette in it. He reached for her chin, turning her face to look at him as his thumb wiped at her tears. “Neither of us has to worry about her anymore, now that we have each other.”
“Neither of us?” she questioned, sniffling slightly as his hand left her face.
He tucked his hands into his lap, but he didn’t say anything right away and looked down at his entwined fingers. The blinding sensation of déjà vu that he had been trying to avoid was staring him uncomfortably in the face and memories of his horrific ordeal with Lana played through his mind ironically like overheated film on a movie reel that inevitably began to burn.
“Oliver, why am I chained up? Why won’t you take me home? Tell me what’s going on.” She asked again, more urgently this time.
Finally he looked up and gave her a small smile. “Well, I’ve been looking for… a woman for a very, very long time. But not just any woman, I’ve been looking for my mother.”
“Your mother? But I still don’t-“ she paused, giving way to her confusion and she sighed, taking a moment to collect her thoughts.
“She abandoned me as a child… And recently I thought I’d found her again. I thought she was the one….” He said, looking back down at his lap, shaking his head slightly. “But I realize now that I had the wrong one when you were right under my nose the whole time.”
“What do you mean?” she asked quickly, looking into his dark chocolate eyes behind his round eyeglasses, her thin brows furrowing as she searched his face desperately for answers.
"Isn’t it obvious? I’ve been looking for
you.”
Wendy’s gaze left his as she contemplated his words and suddenly she shook her head. “No, you’ve got the wrong person. That’s not who I am and could never be.” she told him almost icily.
Oliver shrank back. Wendy watched his dark brows lower, his lips set in a firm line and his eyes narrow the tiniest bits. His expression had changed from somewhat lighthearted to almost cold and malicious.
“I don’t think you have much of a choice….” he said in a dark tone, his fingers grasping the chain and lifting the metals links to her eyes. “Wouldn’t you say?”
“But why me? I can’t… I can’t do this. I need to go back to my life! I was just starting to get a handle on everything. God, it’s been so hard without
her… Nothing makes any sense. Please, I need to go back to my children. They’re all I have left!”
Oliver sat there, slightly taken aback by her sudden outburst. It was so unusual from the Wendy he’d followed around for so long whenever he had the chance, but it was nice to see that such a spark was there.
“I need you here more.” he said coldly, his face solemn and almost unfeeling.
"Oliver, I'm not your mother..." she pleaded.
"Biologically, no. But there's just something about you... I admire a strong maternal instinct and you couldn't be a better find. Believe me, I've tried." he responded.
Her lip was trembling and her legs crossed in front of her, the sound of the metal around her ankle dragging loudly against the hardwood floor. She looked down at her lap and began ringing her fingers together and idly tugging the hem of her yellow skirt down around her knees as an indication to her frustration and nervousness.
His hand reached out and grasped one of her hers, pulling it into his lap and entwining his thick fingers with her thin ones.
Oliver watched Wendy closely. She just sat there next to him. He let her be to give her new reality a moment to finally settle in while idly running the pad of his thumb over the soft flexible skin between her index and thumb. She hadn’t snatched her hand away from his and he wondered just how much she was considering her fate.
“But my class, my kids... They’re just children. They won’t understand.” Wendy said eventually, breaking the silence as she looked up into his dark brown eyes.
Oliver shifted, putting a long leg behind her and pulled her easily between his legs and back against his chest. His arms came around her to rest in her lap and she looked down at them and the little circled pattern of his blue sleeves. She stiffened slightly when she felt the press of his cheek against her scalp as he rested his head against hers.
“That’s just it. They’re children Wendy. And most if not all of them will have a mother to go home to… While I didn’t. And I expect that you’ll miss them at first, but you have to remember that as time goes on, they won’t miss you anymore.” he explained, his eyes looking down over the top of her head.
"I must admit last night I was testing you. To see if you were still who I thought you'd be. And you proved me right in every way imaginable." he continued with a smile, his gaze trailing up her bare arms and the little yellow strap of her dress that hung loosely off her shoulder.
She didn't respond so he pressed further. "And I know something else too."
Wendy looked up at him.
"I know how much you enjoyed my company last night. Just as much as I enjoyed yours. Lana never appreciated you the way I do. She knew you made a mistake and knew why you had to do it. But if she loved you, she would've waited for you to do the right thing. And
I never realized how much of a mistake she had been until I found you, but now that's all behind us now and neither of us will have to be alone, not anymore."
Wendy let her gaze fall in her lap. She was hurting because in the back of her mind, she knew it was true. Lana had abandoned her the same way that Lana thought she had done to her. She was truly alone now....
And Oliver was trying to replace Lana with himself.
She felt his fingers slide the little loops of her dress down her arms and slip them into the top, grazing his fingers along her breasts.
He still hadn't told her his full intentions yet, but everything he'd told her was most likely true. He couldn't be lying because he knew too much. But one thing she did know for sure was that he had done what she asked which was to help her forget and right now, his fingers were doing just that. Suddenly he turned Wendy around in his grasp and placed her fingers on the loops of his robe tied at his waist. She looked at him curiously for a moment.
He watched her small fingers eventually tug at the knot of his robe, her fingers working deftly to pull it loose. Her face was but a breath away from his and his hands covered hers to undo the knot, letting the straps fall where they may. Oliver opened the flaps of his robe. His dark eyes stayed glued to her face as he watched her hesitantly at first reach out and feel the skin of his chest just above the collar of his white tank top, smoothing her fingers along the dark, straight hair there. He smiled the tiniest smile as her small fingers began to glide along the cool smooth skin of his lower stomach as though she were examining him for the first time. Last night she had been slightly under the influence, so in a way this was as if it was their first time all over again.
He was so different than what she was used to. There is no starker contrast between a man and a woman, but Oliver was thrilled to see that she still did take a
liking those differences. He leaned closer, brushing his lips along her jaw. He let her fingers trail down his skin, letting them walk over the white fabric, feeling his stomach twitch lightly from the ticklish pattern she was making as they danced along until she reached the little white tie of his pajama pants. She paused and he
“You know what you want, Wendy… Why do you fight it?” he whispered and when she didn’t respond, he dove in and stole a small quick kiss from her lips.
Her eyes stayed glued to the soft fabric covering his groin, remembering all too well what lay beneath it.
Oliver found himself reaching into his robe pocket, pulling out a little silver key ring with two small keys jangling from the metal loop. She looked up at him with wide eyes and he knew then that he had her attention for sure. He didn’t take his eyes off her though as he leaned over slowly, grabbing her ankle and pulling it into his lap. He slid the tiny key into the heavy padlock that held the metal loop together. She watched with wide eyes as it clicked, his thick fingers slipping the padlock off and let the ring of metal clatter heavily to the hardwood floor. Still watching her curiously to see if she would try to bolt, he slid the key back into his pocket and his solemn gaze stayed glued to hers then reached over and took another drag of his cigarette. His fingers immediately rubbed at the slightly irritated skin at her ankle now that it was free, but she didn’t move.
Wendy looked back down at where her hands had stopped. She knew what he was waiting for, but she couldn’t bring herself to do what his eyes were silently asking of her. Oliver was watching her every move and he titled his head at her, already knowing what was going through her own mind.
“You’re fighting again…”
After a long moment, she pulled the ties loose, watching the cloth around his hips loosen. She tugged at them, her eyes widening the tiniest bits when she found he wasn’t wearing any underwear beneath his pajamas. Oliver raised the hem of his tank top up just a bit to give her better access.
She reached in and ran her fingers down the skin of his groin, finding his skin warmer the further down she went and she heard him take a sharp intake of breath when they eventually found and encircled the length of his member. Oliver rested his elbow on his raised knee and took another deep drag of his cigarette as he watched contentedly.
He let her continue to do as she wished, letting her take the lead as he had done before to help ease her transition. Lana had never willingly touched him unless she was doing it for her own personal gain so letting Wendy take the lead was all the more important to see if this was really going to work. And even now, Wendy still didn’t cease to surprise him because she
was touching him yet again of her own free will and Oliver felt his skin spark to life with every gentle dash of her fingertips along his length to every warm brush of her palm over his tum. He felt his breath quicken as her fingers wrapped around him once more.
She gripped him tightly at the base with both hands, feeling his semi-hardened length grow firmer beneath her touch and she scooted down on her elbows between his legs. She felt his cool fingers tuck a stray chocolate lock of hair behind her ear and their eyes met. Oliver nodded to her encouragingly and set his cigarette back down in the ashtray next to them. Her shyness and doubt was killing him because he wanted more than anything to draw the woman that had let herself go completely just last night back out of her.
“I promise it won’t bite…” he said to her with a small smirk.
And suddenly Oliver exhaled heavily, the rest of the smoke leaving his lungs and his fingers grasping her hair when he felt the hot, wet trail of her flattened tongue run slowly up the underside, pausing a moment to suck at the sensitive skin found just under the head.
His increasingly hardening length was becoming so hot and red beneath her lips. He tasted clean and smelled faintly of the soap she had used in his bathroom just last night. Oliver’s hips twitched when she slid her tongue up along the crease that ran along the underside. She dipped the slippery end of her tongue into the ultra sensitive opening at the tip and felt Oliver's hips buck beneath her this time, a quietly surprised grunt escaping his throat. She took her time, focusing on giving her utmost attention to sucking at the head. It was soft, dark pink and plump and slid easily between her lips once it was wet.
She felt his fingers brush a stray chocolate curl from her face and she glanced up at him only to find his dark eyes still so intently glued on what she was doing that her cheeks flushed red.
“I don’t even know if I’m doing this right…” she said quietly below him.
Oliver smiled down at her and she paused as the backs of his fingers brushed along the soft skin of her cheek. “But you do it so beautifully… Besides, I like experimentation because there is no such thing as failure.”
He watched Wendy ponder over his words and the uncertainty in her eyes began to fade. He saw her chestnut irises close and his own did the same the moment his length was enveloped in that warm, wet mouth of hers. She sucked at him gently, testing to see what he might like most.
Oliver’s eyes quickly opened again, his dark brows knitting together as he watched her, not wanting to miss a minute of what she was doing to him. He watched her head begin to bob, once… twice…
But still she was holding back. She wasn’t going at him like she had last night and he frowned, realizing she still didn’t believe his words, but it was getting so hard for him to concentrate when her lips and tongue were wrapped so tightly around him.
He sighed, deciding to abandon his own pleasure for the time being to focus on giving her the physical attention he had denied himself and her all day. Perhaps stoking her own desire would be just the thing to drive her ambition. He shifted, his long legs moving to pull himself out from under her but she grabbed onto the hem of his pants tightly and took him entirely into her throat, this time sucking hard in long, languid strokes as she went.
“God, that’s it… suck it out.” he groaned out, his deep voice echoing throughout the room.
She looked up at him one last time and Oliver almost lost it at the sight of his thick, engorged member disappearing past her lips and those warm, innocent brown pools gazing back up at him.
“Beautiful…” he began in a whisper to her.
But Oliver suddenly toppled backward on his elbow to the floor, his thought lost on him when the sucking of her throat returned full force and his hands grasped her under her arms, pulling her with him. He reclined backward, brushing his short dark hair out of his eyes and laid flat to the floor on his back, his knees raised as Wendy lay curled between his long legs. He grunted and groaned under her delicious assault, the hot friction almost too much for him and he just lay there helpless beneath her, staring up at the ceiling of his bedroom, his mind traveling miles away.
Wendy felt his hips thrust, his large hands twisting into her hair, and his fingers caressing her face and for some reason, she felt a small amount of pride that she was able to render him almost incoherent. She felt his length twitch and jerk as she slid him in and out of her throat, but this time she stopped at the tip, licking and sucking it as her fingers wrapped tightly around the thick shaft. She pumped it by alternating between hard and deliberate to soft and fast and his hips began to rock to the rhythm she made.
He propped himself up on his elbows and looked down to her again, his breath heavy and his eyes dark and filled with lust. She even experimented by swirling her tongue around the tip, gathering up the salty drops of moisture that were collecting there. She continued to lavish her attention there and felt him begin to swell. Her fingers crept lower into his pajamas and ran her fingers along the loose skin of his sac and he let out a deep strangled groan.
“Ahh! Wendy, I’m going to-“
Feeling him tremble beneath her, she made a small sound of alarm at his warning, but this time she took him completely into her throat one last time and pulled back once he spilled into her mouth. His back arched off the floor, panting hard, his hips thrusting almost wildly as he came, spurting hot, thick white jets all over her fingers, giving them an added lubrication that drove him wild. She watched it splatter onto his stomach and his pajama bottoms and didn't stop her ministrations, squeezing him tightly until his writhing display had settled down and he just lay there dazed and spent.
Wendy sat up, licking the remnants of his seed from her hand, remembering the salty flavor from last night and she looked down at him. Oliver was a wreck as he lay over the floor in front of her. His blue robe was splayed out beneath him, his pants twisted low around his hips, and his white undershirt was rolled all the way up to his chest that rose and fell in an attempt to regain the breath that had been stolen from him. Even his face was red and his short dark hair was a mess.
After a moment, Oliver’s leaned up on one elbow again and looked down at himself, a wide smile gracing his face and for a moment, Wendy took comfort in that smile. They helped her feel much more at ease about all of this than when his expression was more stoic and cold.
“I’ve made quite a mess, haven’t I? I think your baby needs to be cleaned up.” he said quietly to her.
Wendy stiffened at is words then moved closer, grasping his softening member and his hips twitched the tiniest bit.
“Ah… I just came so be gentle.”
He watched her nod and her head dip as her tongue laved over his skin. He was still slightly erect and she moved further up to his stomach, cleaning away the last stray white specks away from his skin. Oliver sat up completely, watching her stand and straighten her skirt. His eyes traveled up the smooth skin at the backs of her thighs. He was right in front of her and before she knew what was happening, she felt his palms glide up her thighs and under her skirt. He was quick and before she knew what had happened, his fingers had crept into the band of her underwear, hooking them and pulling them easily down her legs. She moved in surprise, but his hands grabbed her legs tightly and pulled her close. He looked up at her from his seated position on the floor one last time and Wendy watched his face disappear under her skirt and the warmth of his breath and tongue skirt over her nether regions.
She let out a soft gasp, her fingers lightly grasping a fist full of his short, dark hair when his tongue darted out, sliding over the bundle of nerves hidden beneath her folds just before it was enveloped in the warmth of his lips.
He pulled one of her thighs up and rested it on his shoulder. Wendy let out a small cry, her legs beginning to tremble as he set to work on her. It felt as though a flare had just been set off and was burning brightly between her legs each time she felt tongue rub deliberate circles around her flesh.
One of his hands worked their way around her hips and he grasped her bottom tightly to hold her still. His other slid between her thighs and he felt her knees buckle when a long thick middle finger slipped all the way into her, caressing her walls.
She looked back down at the top of his head and thought how evilly persuasive he could be.
“Mhph… Why did you choose me?” she breathed out heavily.
He paused and his face reappeared from under her skirt, his lips somewhat puffy and wet, but his finger inside her didn’t stop moving.
“Because even though the chain is off, you’re still here.”
She didn’t say anything and felt his finger withdraw and her muscles continued to contract in search of it.
He stood up and removed his robe, letting it fall to the floor. He was fast and he turned her around, his hands sweeping under her arms and pulling her plain yellow sundress up over her head, excited to see she was still braless from last night. Her arms shot up to cover her naked chest, but he pulled her arms away.
“No, I’ve been waiting all day to have this prize again.” He breathed against her skin.
He pressed himself against her back, his face burying into her neck from behind and when she visibly shivered, he made a mental note of her response. His hands darted around to glide up her flat stomach and over the soft supple skin of her breasts, his cool fingertips squeezing and quickly sliding over her nipples and she felt a tingling sensation ripple straight through to their tips.
She tried to turn around to face him, but he stopped her, roughly turning her back around. A strong hand at the small of her back suddenly pushed her forward to her stomach on his mattress.
Oliver’s eyes were trained on her curved, bare bottom and the small space between them. He slipped out of his stained pajama bottoms quickly, the white cloth whispering around his feet. He idly pulled at the hem of his white undershirt as though he was going to remove it, but forgot it altogether in his haste to have her beneath him. He wasted no time and dove toward her on the bed.
“Oliver, wait a minute!” she began.
What was happening? This entire ordeal had been like a blur. Just yesterday she was at her own home, preparing to move out of it and try to forget all about everything that had happened. And now here she was, locked away with a man she’d just met yesterday who had now proclaimed her to be a lover as well his mother. Maybe this was still some sort of game he was playing that he hadn’t let her completely in on….
Wendy could feel him crawl over her, straddling her bare bottom. Her eyes widened as she twisted to look back up at him, realizing that he was stiff again. Despite her rational thoughts, the warmth of his thighs and hardened member pressing against her bottom sent a rush of pleasure straight to the aching spot he had created between her legs.
Oliver let his large hands glide up the soft round skin of her buttocks and lower back and Wendy squirmed at the heat being applied. She whimpered and buried her face into his white pillow to hide her embarrassment. Oliver smiled down at her, reaching for the pillow and pulling it away from her. Wendy’s face was flushed just as his had been from the way he was making her feel and he couldn’t stop himself from being drawn to her innocence even if he tried.
He leaned down, his stomach flush against her back and whispered against her neck, “Your skin… is sensitive here, isn't it?"
The rush of his warm breath against that same little spot on her neck from before sent a strong electrified current through her to her toes.
Before she could respond, Oliver took the opportunity to glide the sensitive skin of his length against the warm, wet space between her thighs then pushed himself inside her entrance. Her heard her let out a muffled cry as he buried himself deep between her wet thighs as far as he can go. His eyes drooped closed as he felt himself become enveloped in her sheath of wet, searing heat. He pushed all the way in and smiled to himself when her bottom was pressed against his hips. Immediately his jaw went slack, his dark brows knitting together and they both let out a soft sigh. Her closed thighs beneath him were giving an added tightness, as if she needed any more.
“Isn’t it?” he probed again, his voice dark and this time his fingers grazed the skin of her neck in quick little strokes and her back arched.
“Y-yes…” she finally answered.
As if on cue, his hardened length inside of her was washed in wetness and he smirked at how unbelievably responsive she is. He groaned and his hands at either side of her head beneath him and his hips automatically rocked to the added lubrication The comparison to her and Lana were like fire and ice.
Wendy’s fingers fisted into Oliver’s dark brown sheets and he slumped over her, his own grasping at her wrists and pinning her beneath him. He took a second to brush the rest of her loose curls to the side and buried his face against the back of her neck, his breath puffing against her skin.
She mewled weakly as he thrust into her quickly, stretching her and creating that familiar hot friction with each stroke. Every breath against her neck was driving her wild and she clamped down around him desperately asking for release.
Oliver grit his teeth, his grunts and groans hissing passed them. God, she felt so good around him. He let go of one of her wrists and sat up slightly, his hips never losing their rhythm. His free hand slipped under jaw and he turned her face back toward him slightly to capture her mouth. She whimpered against his lips and the moment his tongue slid against hers, her back arched and her eyes scrunched tight as it sent her spiraling into her release. Wendy’s hips rocked beneath the confines of his straddling legs as she came, her orgasm painfully delicious and just as sinfully sweet.
Becoming lost in the delightful contractions around him, Oliver shuddered above her as she bathed his skin in wetness and felt his own release plow through him like a blast of cold wind. She felt a shiver run through her again as she felt her insides suddenly become washed in heat at his release. He pressed his head to hers and continued to rock inside her slowly until he was completely spent.
He let his hands glide over the skin of her back and buttocks for a moment before he completely rose up, slipping from between her thighs. He turned her over beneath him, pulling her thighs apart by her knees. He lay over her, settling his weight comfortably between them and buried his face into her chest.
Neither said a word and she looked up at Oliver’s dark ceiling, listening to his breathing and the feel of his heartbeat against her stomach. She thought over everything that had just transpired and wondered where she had gone wrong. All she had wanted was the gift that Lana left her… How could something so innocent have turned into this? She shifted beneath him and felt the faint throbbing of her ankle where the chain had been a little while ago and she stiffened. The chain….
It was gone.
And no sooner did she realize it was when she heard Oliver’s breathing even out into the tell-tale sign of slumber.
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Oliver awoke suddenly with a start. He was lying on his side, not realizing he had fallen asleep and he brushed his short dark hair back and out of his eyes. His mind scattered to remember what he was doing prior to and he smiled to himself, feeling himself fill with a sort of completion that he never had.
When he turned over to find the woman that had made it possible, he found the space next to him empty. He sat up in a flash, glancing around the room, but Wendy was nowhere to be found. Immediately Oliver crawled down to the foot of the bed and peered over the edge to see the metal chain cuff still on the floor, unshackled as he’d left it.
He leapt out of bed and snatched his pajama pants on and picked up his glasses from the floor, sliding them over his nose while mentally berating himself for not remembering to put it back on last night.
God, if she had somehow gotten free….
He took off into the hallway, his eyes looking down either side. He darted into each room and swung the doors open wide, checking every closet, every window, anywhere she might hiding or might have tried to escape. He checked them and double checked them to make sure everything was still intact. But still she was nowhere to be found.
He finally burst into the living room, almost spinning as he looked for her desperately.
“Wendy?” he called out.
He stood stock still, listening for any signs of movement or shuffling in the house.
But only silence greeted him back.
====To be Continued====
