A/N: Hey y'all! This is my first Scandal story on here. I wrote one for Glee as a favor for a friend. That was awkward since I don't watch Glee. But anyhoo...This is something that's been rolling around in my head for a couple of days. It's going to explore a D/s (Dom/sub) relationship, so if that's not your thing, please don't read on. I'd also like to let y'all know that some of the dialogue between Olivia and Fitz is loosely based on real life conversation I saw on a friend's phone. Happy Reading!
To say Olivia was bored would be an understatement. She had been married to her husband, Jake for nearly 15 years. After the birth of their third child (surprise!), their relationship had deteriorated to that of roommates. They didn't even sleep in the same bed anymore, and she couldn't remember the last time they had touched one another apart from awkwardly brushing past one another in the hallway. They felt so estranged that when Jake would come into the room and Olivia was naked, she would rush to grab a robe to cover herself. They had discussed a divorce—she wanted out. But Jake insisted they stay together for the children. She was, in a word, stuck.
At 6:15am, when her alarm went off, Olivia got up and began her morning routine. After waking up her oldest two, she went into the bathroom to begin brushing her teeth and washing her face. Glancing at her reflection in the mirror, she thought to herself, Is this really my life? How many more days can I go on like this? Turning her head from side to side, she inspected her face. The woman she saw was still gorgeous. Not a wrinkle or flaw on her caramel skin, and her deep set, chestnut eyes still shone with a glimmer of the woman she once knew. The woman she vowed that day she would start to get back. She was pulled out of her contemplation by a small voice,
"Mommy? Are you done? I have to go potty," said Jaiden, her 6 year old.
"I'll be out in a minute sweetie," Olivia replied hastily. She was so consumed by her thoughts, she had lost track of time. She quickly brushed her teeth, washed her face, and exited to go downstairs and start breakfast.
With Jake finally gone to work and her kids off to school, Olivia set upon the task of checking her work e-mail. She recently had begun taking more time to work from home so she could be there to pick up the kids from after school activities and run them around as needed. While opening her web browser, she came across an add for an online dating service. She wasn't single or looking to date, but there were days when her loneliness was overwhelming and she wished she had someone to talk to. Maybe there were men out there like her who just wanted to talk and commiserate. She thought up a username: GULaw82, uploaded a picture of her from the last family vacation, and setup her search preferences
After about an hour of scrolling and clicking X's, Olivia felt underwhelmed. The guys on this site were either creeps who sent her unsolicited dick pics or they were perverts requesting nudes. She was at the last profile before she was about to exit out of the site when she saw a profile that caught her eye.
DO YOU HAVE QUESTIONS ABOUT BEING SUBMISSIVE BUT NEVER HAD ANYONE TO ASK?
ARE YOU OPEN-MINDED SEXUALLY AND EAGER TO PLEASE?
DO YOU HAVE A DESIRE TO BE USED FOR SEXUAL PLEASURE?
I DON'T WANT TO BE YOUR BOYFRIEND. I DON'T CARE IF YOU'RE MARRIED OR SINGLE AS LONG AS YOU'RE DRAMA FREE.
IF YOU LIKE WHAT YOU SEE, DON'T JUST CLICK "LIKE." SHOW DADDY YOU CAN BE A GOOD GIRL AND SEND ME A MESSAGE SO WE CAN TALK ABOUT YOUR FANTASIES.
Olivia's heart began pounding in her chest and her breathing became shallow. Part of the problem with her sex with Jake was it was so vanilla. She would give him head, and he would swear he liked it, but would never respond. She had all but begged and pleaded with him to pull her hair, slap her ass or something. But she got nothing. Just plain old vanilla sex with him grinding on top of her, breathing heavily into her mouth. Tired of the unsatisfied nights, Olivia would eventually tell him she was too tired when he would try to initiate sex, then take care of it herself—since that's what she would end up doing anyway. With her finger on the mouse, she hovered over the "like" button. Did she really want to do this? Was she willing to open this door? She closed her eyes, clicked like and watched as the message window popped open.
GULaw82: Hi there! I saw your profile, and I'm curious.
VermontDom: I'm here to help. Ask me all of your questions.
GULaw82: I've never done anything like this before. I'm a big control freak. Would something like this work for me?
VermontDom: When you say "control freak" do you mean in the bedroom, or just in general?
GULaw82: Actually both.
VermontDom: I don't have want to control all aspects of your life. I don't even want to control you. I do, however, want to get what I want in the bedroom and control and ensure your pleasure.
Olivia thought long and hard about what she was reading. Her heart was pounding in her chest, but she remained intrigued. In the last 15 years, she had never had anyone concerned about her pleasure or what felt good for her. So to read a complete stranger saying that he would invest in it was a heady feeling.
GULaw82: This sounds really intense, but I can't say I would be unwilling.
VermontDom: Well do you like dirty talk.
GULaw82: Very much. My husband can be weird about it though.
VermontDom: Well not me. Will you tell me your name?
Olivia immediately thought better of using her real name.
GULaw82: Carolyn. My name is Carolyn.
VermontDom: My name is Thomas. Nice to meet you Carolyn. Do you want to tell me more about why a nice girl like you seems to be into D/s?
She thought about her answer. How had she gotten here? And could she give the answer without sounding pathetic or desperate?
GULaw82: As I mentioned earlier, I'm used to always being the boss—in the bedroom, at work, and just in general. I want to see what it would be like to take orders instead of always giving them. I want someone to take care of me for a change.
VermontDom: Tell me this: Does the thought of being teased to the point of being right near orgasm excite you? Do you like having to beg for permission to cum?
Olivia could feel her heart pounding in her chest. This man was saying all of the things she had wanted to hear from Jake for years.
GULaw82: I've never done that before. But I want it. I want all of it.
VermontDom: So picture this Carolyn. You're laying face down on the bed, blindfolded with your hands tied up to the headboard. I'm touching you all over and telling you how much I desire you? Does that appeal to you?
He said the magic word. Desire. Olivia hadn't known desire since the conception of her third child, and even then it was probably the vodka. She wanted to feel wanted. She wanted to feel sexy and appreciated and told what a good girl she was. And the words she was reading were making her hot and wet in places that no man had made hot and wet in years.
GULaw1982: Oh my god yes.
VermontDom: And what if I talk dirty to you baby? Tell you just how wet I want you before I give you my cock?
Olivia could feel her palm sliding down the front of her body and into her pants. She let out a strangled "Please" to herself. She was on track to slide her fingers into her panties until she realized that she hadn't responded.
GULaw82: Please.
VermontDom: Do you think you'd like begging for it? Not being in charge and not knowing when you'll get to cum? Maybe being tied up while I probe that pussy with my tongue.
GULaw82: I think I would love it.
Wait, what?! This day has gone completely left, Olivia thought to herself. If you had told her when she woke up this morning that she would be on the internet talking to a complete stranger about controlling her body, she would have thought you a fool. Was she really this desperate? She wasn't this person. She didn't do this. Maybe that's why it appealed to her so much.
VermontDom: You play shy. But I think you'd love it. I think you'd be unable to move for the feel of my tongue on you. Teasing your clit. Feeling my stubble scrape in between your thighs. Then finally, I'd kiss your pussy like I'd kiss your mouth.
Where in the hell did he come from? Olivia thought. Jake could live a thousand lifetimes and never learn to say or do anything that could have her writhing in her chair without ever making any physical contact. The game was set. And she quickly decided that she wanted to play.
GULaw82: God, you are a bad man. Do you think you could teach me? To be a good girl for you?
VermontDom: I can teach anyone who's willing. Are you interested? Would you be willing to submit to me?
Olivia thought long and hard about the decision she was going to make. Having a conversation with another lonely married soul was one thing. Submitting to a stranger online is another. This is an entirely different world. She thought very carefully about her answer before typing it and closing out of the browser before she lost her nerve.
GULaw82: Yes.
A/N: Well there it is. My first attempt at a story on here. I may or may not continue. I guess it depends on whether or not there is any interest. Leave me a review and let me know. Even if no one likes the story, I'll write at least the second chapter from VermontDom's point of view. Thanks you guys!
