Blood Stained Collar BOOK 2 of The Collar Series #Wattys2017 ( BDSM )

CHAPTER 19

"I will break her." Dr Anderson said to himself as he stepped out the exit door at the top of the fire escape.

When he realised Melanie had passed out he had seized the opportunity and wrapped her up in her dressing gown and carried her out of her flat down the fire escape to the underground basement where the buildings pipe works and boilers were. He had put her down on an empty storage crate and after checking the service date on each one he was pleased to see they were not due for another service for three months. No one would need to go down there in the immediate future and he could hide her here until it was safe to move her. He needed time to think things through. He couldn't risk her being found.

He intended going back to her flat and fixing her door lock and packing up all her stuff and leaving the room empty. He was sure anyone who came looking for her would think she had just left without notice. He would leave the keys on her bed. Yes, he would make up the bed too and make it look as though she had left everything in perfect order.

As he mulled over the perfect plan in his head he stopped for a moment and listened to hear if he could hear any sounds coming from Melanie's prison. He turned back and ran down the stairs. If she screamed she would be heard. He would have to gag her.

At the basement door, he hesitated and listened. He could hear the chain rattling and decided that gagging her was not enough. If anyone heard the rattling they would come down and investigate. He rushed back up the stairs and walked calmly to his car. He took out a bottle of chlorophyll and dug into his pocket for his handkerchief.

He was furious when he opened the basement door. Melanie was rattling the chains and shouting. He slammed the door behind him and flicked on the light switch.

"Bitch!" He shouted as he ran down the stairs. "I told you to be quiet." His slap made her cry out in pain.

Twisting the bottle top open he poured half the contents into his handkerchief.

Melanie could smell the chlorophyll and knew what his intentions were. Before she could scream he had covered her face with his handkerchief and her world went black.

He was so angry he held it in place for longer than he intended to and when he took the fabric away he put his cheek against her nose. When he was satisfied, she was still breathing, he stood back and for a moment his eyes roamed over her naked body.

"It would be so easy to take you right now. I could do whatever I wanted to you and you would never know." His hands moved slowly over every inch of her body and he groaned. His shaft twitched violently against the fabric of his trousers.

He knew time was of the essence to sort her flat out and make it look as though she had just up and left, but the temptation overwhelmed him and his mouth closed around her nipple. Sucking it in between his teeth, with his eyes trained on her face he nibbled it softly. He didn't want her waking unexpectedly. He twisted her other nipple between his fingers. An urgent heat was growing between his legs. He licked his way down her stomach and sucked at her mound and didn't stop till he was sure there would be a bruise. Standing between her thighs he undid his trouser zip and gripped his now throbbing shaft. The moment his hand touched it, a stream of hot, thick liquid spurted out. He cursed and aimed his shaft at her mound, allowing the sticky substance to cover her mound and seep between her folds.

Groaning he leant against Melanie's leg. Watching his juices running over her mound he swore. "What a bloody waste! I really need to control my premature ejaculation. Not to worry my pet, next time I will be buried so deep inside you we will be stuck like glue for hours." He ran his hand over her sticky mound and parted her folds allowing more of his juices to slide in around her clit. He watched fascinated and pressed his thumb against her clit and was surprised to see it respond by swelling. He was just about to slide his fingers inside her tight little hole when she screamed.

"NOoooooo!"

He dashed to her side and slammed his hand against her mouth. With his nose pressed against hers he spoke in a hoarse whisper. "If you don't shut up I will hurt you." With his left hand still covering her mouth, his right hand moved back over her mound and his fingers found her clit and pinched it.

Melanie knew there was nothing she could do. He was going to rape her and tears of anger rolled down her cheeks.

With his hand still firmly planted across her mouth he pinched and twisted her clit. "I will make you orgasm now."

Melanie steeled her body. She would not respond to him. She must not. Her anger helped her control her emotions.

He looked at her face. "No, no, nooo, my little Vixen. I won't let you hold back." He grabbed her throat in a suffocating hold and with his free hand he slipped his fingers into her hole. He groaned at the sheer pleasure of controlling her. He got the reaction he wanted. Her pelvic muscles contracted around his two fingers as his thumb pressed hard against her clit. "Somewhere in there is your G-spot and I'm going to find it and make your orgasm red hot."

She felt dizzy. A wave of blackness was swamping over her as she struggled to breathe and fight for control of her body's emotions.

When her body jerked involuntarily, he laughed. "There is your little hidden spot." He plunged his fingers in deeper and kept hitting her G-spot.

The spasms of her orgasm made her body jerk violently. She had lost all control and he did not stop. Somewhere in the back of her head she heard him laughing as his fingers continued to plunge in and out, deeper and deeper, stretching her wider and wider as he added a third finger.

How long it lasted she didn't know, but she was crying uncontrollably and begging him to stop. When he finally pulled his fingers out her orgasm was just ending when he dropped his trousers and plunged his shaft deep inside her aching hole.

Her throat was burning and her voice seemed to have abandoned her. She sobbed uncontrollably.

With every thrust he cursed. "Bitch! You're mine now." And he pounded into her again and again. "When I'm done with you, you will be like a dog on heat and begging me to fill you with my shaft over and over again."

When he reached his climax, his body jerked as his orgasm crashed through him. He growled and dug his nails into Melanie's hips as he thrust his shaft deeper inside her.

The growl sounded like a wild animal to Melanie and fear took over her emotions of anger. She began to feel there was no escaping him and she would be his prisoner forever.

His body slumped over onto her stomach. His hands grabbed hold of her breasts and he pulled himself deeper inside her. His body jerked forward twice as the last of his ejaculation spilled into her body. The weight of his body dragged down on her ankle cuffs and she felt them cutting into her skin.

"Please." She begged. "The cuffs are cutting into my ankles."

He pulled himself up and looked at her ankles. Without a word he undid the rope and her legs dropped down to the crate.

"If you promise to be quiet I will get my medical bag and clean your ankles and your wrists." Without waiting for an answer, he pulled up his trousers and tidied himself up. He was about to go up the stairs, but stopped and turned back. "I don't trust you so I will have to gag you until I come back." He tied his tie securely around her mouth. "I'll untie your wrists when I come back."

Melanie was too sore and exhausted to respond.

He ran up the stairs and switched off the light before leaving.

Alone in the darkness Melanie's head buzzed. The sound was deafening and made her feel nauseas. She felt the bile rise in her throat and vomited. Turning her head to the side she continued to wretch until there was nothing left to come up. The horror of her situation took control and her body turned cold and she shivered violently making her teeth chatter.

A darker thought consumed her. She had not taken any form of contraception since she had left Cirrus months ago.