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"Olivia, I have to go to this dinner. Despite the fact that you don't like Trevor, he has some amazing political connections. He's a good person to know."
"That may be true, but we both know this is merely a ploy to get you to flaunt by his side at a fancy restaurant."
"He knows I'm gay, Liv, and he knows all about you. This is only a business dinner."
Olivia raised an eyebrow. "Is that a business dress?"
Alex glanced down at the red number she'd thrown on earlier, in part because it was brand new, and in part because she knew it would incite a slight pang of jealousy in her girlfriend, which she hoped would pay off later that evening. "What do you care? You know I'm coming home to you…" She gave the detective a playful smile, clasping a delicate necklace behind her pale neck. She gave one last look at herself in the mirror before turning back to her girlfriend. "In fact," she said, trailing a finger along the brunette's collarbone, "when I do get home, I promise I'll make it up to you."
She gave a slight wink before making her way out of the bedroom, Olivia watching as the tight red fabric of her dress left little to the imagination. She smiled to herself and quickly crossed the room, jarring open the bottom drawer on the bedside table, fishing through it and placing her newest purchase into her pocket. She followed Alex into the entryway, watching as she pulled a sleek black pashmina over her shoulders.
"I'm not worried," she said , pressing the attorney into the wall and placing a light kiss on her lips. "I just don't know how I'll occupy myself tonight picturing you at dinner… in this dress…" She let a hand run down the length of Alex's torso, and the blonde recaptured her lips, sucking on them gently.
"I think you'll manage," she said, with a smile.
Olivia's hands moved further, slipping underneath the red hem, trailing up the inside of Alex's thigh and moving aside the thin fabric of her underwear, letting her fingers slide up and down her outer lips, feeling the wetness increase in tandem with the shortening of the attorney's breaths. "While you're sipping the expensive wine I'm sure he'll buy you, I want you to be thinking about me," she said silkily, letting a finger dart inside the wet core.
Alex shuddered, managing to nod. "Of course I'll think about you," she said, her voice just above a whisper.
Olivia put a hand into her pocket, the opposite one still softly working Alex's folds. She pulled out something small and sleek, placing it just above where her other hand was working Alex into submission. The attorney felt a buzz against her clit, and jumped at the hurtful pleasure that it sent rippling through her. Olivia held it there for a moment, working Alex up, then slid it along the moistened slit. She whispered into Alex's ear, "I have no doubt you'll be thinking about me all night," and slid the vibrator fully into Alex's center, tucking it in her walls, cupping the attorney's sex. The blonde let out a moan as she felt Olivia arrange her panties once again over her crotch, sealing the toy inside her. Olivia held up a remote in front of the blue eyes, which widened as the brunette turned a small dial, the vibrations inside Alex almost painful as she felt her knees weaken.
"It's so quiet, isn't it?" Olivia said with a curl of her lips. "No one will even know it's there." She turned the dial up exponentially, causing Alex to give a slight yelp. "Only I can control it," she said, decreasing the vibrations, "and only you will feel it." She pocketed the remote, giving it a confident pat, and stared back at the widened blue eyes. "Have fun tonight," she said, giving another peck on the red lips, which were still parted in both surprise and, the detective was pleased to notice, a rising pleasure.
Olivia had given her some reprieve on the way to the restaurant, and Alex managed to survive the cab ride without the pleasurable buzzing; still, every bump, every small movement shifted the object inside her, so that it was a constant reminder of the attorney's complete abdication of control.
Her relief, however, was short-lived. The moment she spotted Trevor Langan, the second his hand touched her arm in greeting, she felt small hum start up again inside her, and she worked to catch her breath, taking a quick step back from the lauded defense attorney, and instead extending her hand towards him, shaking it platonically.
"My Alex, you look stunning. That Benson's a lucky woman."
The blonde nodded, turning her head distractedly towards the hostess stand. "Shall we sit?" she asked, attempting to control her tone. The drone in her center ceased, and she felt thankful for the short ministration, all too aware that the only person getting pleasure from this dinner would be her girlfriend.
The vibrator was still until Trevor raised his glass of wine, prompting Alex to raise her own in a small toast. As she took a sip, she felt the vibrations drone back to life, causing her to set her glass back down abruptly. Each time she attempted to raise the expensive wine to her lips, the vibrations began, causing Alex to look curiously around the restaurant, all too aware that the detective had to be watching her. She worked to restrain her hips in her chair, focused on controlling her expressions, unwilling to let Trevor in on the game she was being forced to play. Olivia let her finish her meal without interruption, only increasing the vibrations slightly during the dessert course. Alex realized that her girlfriend's deliberate, continually increasing ministrations inside her walls meant that her time was up, that her evening with Trevor should come to a close.
Alex watched as Trevor leisurely flagged down the waiter, and she wouldn't let him pay for the dinner, splitting it with him, knowing by now that Olivia was somewhere close, watching her. The two attorneys walked toward the entryway, and Alex noted with chagrin that the vibrations weren't stopping. She looked at Trevor, gave him a quick pat on the arm as a goodbye, and excused herself, walking diligently toward the restroom, her frustrations increasing along with the pace of the vibrations. She slammed open the restroom door, noting that it was empty, and chanced a glance at herself in the mirror. She recognized the flush along her normally pale neck, the heat from her core slowly rising along her chest. She heard the door open behind her, and turned quickly, forgetting that she alone knew her torment, that no one else could possibly notice the fact that she was slowly losing control.
She gave a small moan of surprise as Olivia walked towards her. Before she could speak, the detective had locked her mouth over her lips in a hard, wet kiss, her tongue forcing itself inside. Alex moaned, and felt the attorney's strong, willfull hands on her hips, guiding her into the last stall, shutting the heavy, wooden door behind them, the lock clicking shut. Olivia ended the kiss, and Alex was reminded once again of the luxuriousness of the restaurant: in addition to a toilet, the stall had it's own private sink, nestled into a sleek marble countertop, covered with lotions, perfumes, and scented towels.
"Did you enjoy your dinner?" the brunette asked, cupping the attorney's jaw with a strong hand.
"Uh-huh." Alex nodded silently, her surprise and the consistent vibrations preventing her from uttering full sentences.
Olivia let out a small smile, and lifted the attorney onto the smooth counter, hiking the red dress up quickly over the pale thighs, bunching it at her waist. Alex barely had the time to gasp in surprise before the detective's hands were pressed against the crotch of her panties, finding them drenched, the vibrator humming along lightly in the wetness. She turned the dial, slowly, excruciatingly increasing the speed of the vibrations, causing Alex to writhe against the cool counter, her breath shortening, a moan on the tip of her lips.
"Touch me," the blonde begged, leaning back on her hands, her clit swollen and begging for attention. "Please touch me." She closed her eyes in frustration as she saw the slight shake of the detective's head.
"You've been so good at suffering silently tonight," Olivia responded. "Think you can continue to keep your desire so quiet, so contained?"
The blonde nodded, her eyes closing in thwarted pleasure.
Olivia pulled the wet panties slowly down the blonde's legs, balling them in her hand, pleased at the way Alex immediately widened her thighs, allowing a full glimpse of the vibrator moving slower and slower inside her. Olivia plucked it out of her gently, rubbing it on her clit, giving Alex the touch she needed. The blonde, groaned, unable to keep the sound from slipping from her parted lips. Olivia brought her hand up to cup the blonde's jaw and gripping it harshly, forced the parted lips open, stuffing the panties inside the begging mouth. Alex whimpered at her own scent, now fragrant on her tongue.
"Don't make a sound," Olivia warned, placing Alex's own willing hand on the vibrator. "Keep it there," she said. "You won't come until I tell you to."
She took a step back, the remote still in her hands as she appraised the scene she had created: her girlfriend, atop the counter, red dress bunched at her hips, legs spread wide, hips writhing against the toy she held to her own sex, her panties stuffing her mouth. She upped the vibrations, watching as Alex breathed deeply from her stomach, trying to keep her pleasure from mounting too far; Olivia enjoyed playing with her, taking her to the edge, then watching her breath lengthen as she turned the vibrations down. She could tell how much the blonde wanted to moan, to voice her pleasure, as she normally did so vocally in the bedroom, but she stayed quiet, the makeshift gag muffling her soft whimpers. Olivia turned the dial millimeter by millimeter, slowly increasing the pace of the blonde's pleasure, knowing that she was close, that her body was screaming for release. She stepped forward, still increasing the torment, as she placed her lips next to the blonde's ear, pushing a strand of blonde hair out of her way. She captured the earlobe with her mouth, sucking gently, then biting. She turned the dial to it's highest setting, then set it down on the counter, letting her fingers move toward Alex's shivering thighs, then inside her dripping sex, slowly inserting one finger and circling it lightly around the smooth walls. "If I let you come," she whispered, pumping her finger once, "you will owe me a thank you when we get home tonight."
She felt the blonde nod vigorously, and pulled back to see the wanton lust that pooled in the blue eyes. Olivia smiled, then slowly inserted another finger, filling her slightly more, but not yet pumping. "Remember, not a sound," she whispered, watching as Alex's legs quaked with exertion. Olivia inserted a third finger and began pumping, enjoying the way the attorney's walls hugged her hand. She felt the hips bucking against her, felt the legs wrap around her waist as she thrust harder, her hand sliding easily in and out, watching as Alex's obeying hand still held the vibrator against her engorged clit. She felt Alex desperately trying to control her moans, felt the way her walls clenched around the detective's fingers tightly as she tried to prevent herself from climaxing without permission.
"Come," Olivia commanded, thrusting her fingers aggressively, watching as the attorney tossed her head back, the vibrator jerking against her clit as she bucked her hips violently, a powerful orgasm ripping through her body. She shuddered as Olivia's fingers slowed inside her, pulling them out leisurely. Olivia watched as Alex recovered, her head tossed back, her breathing shallow as a shaky hand let the vibrator fall to the counter with a rolling clunk. Olivia flicked it off, and removed the panties from Alex's mouth, replacing them with her wet fingers. "Suck," she directed, watching as the red lips wrapped around them, the capable tongue expertly cleaning them, the blue eyes locked with her own. She used the panties to wipe Alex's center clean, then held them up, studying them. "You won't be needing these," she said, tossing them into the small trash receptacle next to the counter. She helped the attorney stand, pulling her in for a close, impassioned kiss, enjoying the taste of her girlfriend's sex on her tongue.
"Take me home," Alex pleaded, watching as Olivia pocketed the vibrator once more, giving the counter a brief swipe with a towel.
Olivia smirked at her. "I'll take you home," she promised. "But don't think you're getting out of that dress anytime soon."