Beginnings
Author's note: Starting now, I will be balancing three stories: Stay With Me, Second Chances, and now this one. I am writing this with my co-author being Ariel019. Disclaimer: Rated M for strong sexual content, language, and themes. Read, review, and enjoy. =)
To my regular readers: This story is a bit different than my usual writing, but not drastically. It's just a matter of later themes that I usually don't include. But I am all for trying new things :)
When working with the Special Victims Unit, a true, uninterrupted weekend was a unicorn. In that respect, it did not exist. This was a glaring fact that Casey had resigned herself to accepting in her ten years with the unit. Regardless of the lack of true down time, however, Casey still felt her hopes rise as she locked her office at 5:14 on Friday afternoon. It was supposed to be a romantic weekend with Olivia, which was a rare occasion in their relationship. Their one year partnership, thanks to their jobs, had essentially consisted of quickie sex that frequently turned rough, and then Olivia would get called away and they wouldn't see each other until the following night, at which point they would repeat the cycle. Very seldom did they have enough time to truly enjoy each other, and post coital bliss was a myth for them.
But Casey hoped tonight would be different. It was exactly why she was so grateful that it only took her a half hour to get home. Olivia was supposed to be there by eight, and Casey needed every last minute to prepare her surprise.
Unlocking her front door, Casey nearly ran into her apartment. Closing the door behind her, she grabbed her favorite notepad from the wall next to the phone and retrieved a pen from her purse. It was time to begin the treasure hunt she had planned for Olivia. The series of notes would culminate in the ultimate seduction. Smiling to herself, Casey uncapped her pen and composed the first clue. "Roses are red, violets are blue. I feel so very cold, how about you? Casey left the note on the counter in plain view of the front door. The first hint led to the closet, where Casey began her second note. Once it was finished, she stuffed it in the pocket of her favorite trench coat.
"So you found the first note, and read what I wrote. Take this clue and check the blue shoes." Casey had bought a pair of dark blue stilettos after losing a major case, in order to console herself. But by the time she got them home, she realized she hated them, upon further examination. They were sitting in a box on the stairs. Casey sat on one of the steps and composed her third note. "I'm so sorry to rant, but you must check the plant.Hesitant, and wondering if her wording was okay, Casey folded the third note and left it in the right heel. Along with it she left her skirt.
The fourth clue was left in a ficus at the top of the stairs. ?o you heard what I said, and have dutifully read. For your reward, please see the bed."
This one was a bit tricky. Again, Casey discarded an item of clothing, this time her blazer, and she entered her bedroom. Heading into the walk in closet, she retrieved the bag from the store she had visited the other day, and took the necessary items out. Sighing, she laid them on the bed, in plain view. Staring back at her was now a bottle of strawberry flavored lubricant, a pair of fuzzy pink handcuffs, and the most terrifying item of all: a nine inch long strap on dildo. Casey stared at the harness, biting her lip thoughtfully. Up until now she had told Olivia she wasn't ready for the detective to use one on her, but, after everything they had been through recently, Casey was ready to give herself to Olivia fully, once and for all. She knew in her heart that she was ready.
Pulling out of her thoughts, Casey composed the last note and taped it to the harness of the strap on. It was the only one that did not rhyme. "I want to lay on my back and allow you to take me. I want to dig my nails into the sheets, and your skin, and yank on your hair while crying your name in ecstasy. How does that sound, Detective? You can take full control of me, and I won't raise a single objection. Cementing her submissive decision, Casey finished taping the note to the harness and dimmed the lights in the bedroom. Stripping what little clothing she still had on, she laid down on the loveseat near her bedroom window and waited for the woman she loved. After a few moments, however, she sat up, suddenly feeling a bit modest, vulnerable, even. She wondered if she was making it too easy for Olivia. So it was with that thought in mind that the beautiful redhead stood, walked over to her clothes, and retrieved her panties. It was a lacy red pair that fit her perfectly; she had bought them the same day she bought the blue shoes, with Olivia in mind.
Once her panties were on, Casey walked over to the loveseat again and curled up on it. She knew both in her heart and her mind that Olivia would never hurt her, which was precisely why she had left herself open to what was surely about to happen.
She knew she deserved to be punished. She had been mouthy lately, without meaning to be, and she knew she had been too headstrong during that afternoon's fight with Olivia over the fate of a fifteen year old who raped his sister. Olivia had been infuriated to learn that Casey had cut a deal with him, but Casey had to, in order to obtain the names of his other victims. But did she have to call Olivia a bitch and get in her face the way she had? Casey sighed as she reflected on the moment. Yeah. She was definitely getting punished tonight. If there was one thing Olivia hated, it was Casey having an attitude with her, and Casey had done just that.
Casey wondered what the toy would feel like. Would it feel like a real man would? Or would it feel truly fake? Those were two of a plethora of questions that flashed across her mind, one after the other, making her head spin. But she was pulled out of her curiosity when she heard the front door unlock. The attorney curled up on the loveseat, half holding her breath as she waited for the sexy detective to decipher her notes and arrive in the bedroom. She was hot and ready to take her punishment.