A/N: This one shot was written from a prompt on Twitter, "Which character is into BDSM?" Which Rachel and I took and ran with in a group chat. What kind of stuff would Olivia and Elliot do together? An interesting thought... Thanks to Jac for assisting in her devilish ways.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, but I wish I did.
Two months ago, Olivia was promoted to Sergeant. Elliot was so proud of her. After he shot Jenna he didn't know if he would ever return to work. It took months of therapy, meetings with IAB, and time working on his mental health. He hated every second, but he wasn't ready to give it up yet.
The day it was announced she was being promoted it hit him. She could get promoted repeatedly, but he never could. He had signed a deal with Tucker and IAB to stay and with that, he could never be promoted again. Elliot would stay a detective until he was ready to retire.
Now, he could admit that over the past two months, Olivia had gotten under his skin in ways he could have never expected. She gave him orders - no - she bossed him around. Used him as her pet. He was tired of it. The past 3 days he had been forced to stay late to do paperwork. Paperwork that he and Olivia used to leave for another day, and would ignore to go grab a drink. Now she was in charge, the paperwork had to be done the same day the case was closed and everything was by the book.
So half an hour ago, Olivia - or should he say, Sergeant Benson - had asked for his report on their latest case. He hadn't bothered starting it yet. "Screw you," Elliot mumbled under his breath. She had turned and left. He had thought she didn't hear him.
Elliot believes the contrary however when she calls him into his office. "Stabler. My office. Now." He groans when he stands and sets his jaw.
"Sit." She demands. He rolls his eyes at her. She closes the door behind him and locks it. Suddenly, she's in front of him and stares at him, cocking her head to the side and smirking. "You're mad at me, aren't you?"
"Screw you, Liv." She scoffs at his remark. He balks at her. Their eyes meet. He grinds his teeth together; his resolve is falling apart, and he's worrying if he'll say the wrong thing in front of her.
Olivia grabs his tie roughly, pulling it from his neck and loosening it. He's asking what the hell she's doing, but she doesn't answer. Once it's off, she ties one of his hands to the chair. She uses her handcuffs and cuffs his other hand to the chair. His heart is in his throat.
Olivia has never crossed the line.
Olivia was a saint.
"You can't handle I'm your boss, can you?" She taunts.
Jesus, she was crossing the line.
Her fingers splay over his chest. His heart thumps loudly in his ears but his blood is leaving his upper extremities and flooding to his lower body. Elliot takes in a deep, shuttering breath. She unbuttons his shirt and rakes her nails over his bare chest. A groan falls from his lips but he loves the pain and pleasure together.
He needs to calm down. But with her, his dick is so hard.
"If you're gonna do this, Liv…" He laughs, smiling up at her. "You won't be able to handle me."
Olivia feels up his chest, she's so close to him he could flinch and they'd lock lips. But she knows the second she kisses him it's all over, she won't be able to keep up the facade.
She tells him, "I'm in control. I'm your boss." All he can do is nod.
She moves her face to his ear and her hot breath tickles it when she speaks, it sends shivers down his spine. He does not understand what will happen, but he knows he's powerless to her. "You've been bad, Elliot, and you've disobeyed my orders, I have to punish you now." Her voice is thick and husky, her eyes a deeper shade of brown than Elliot has seen.
Elliot chokes out, "Go easy on me..."
It seems to catch her by surprise. She looks at him and he winks. She takes that as his silent permission, even though she wanted to be dominant and be dominated it was all a game, and she never wants to hurt him or do something he wasn't fully comfortable with. This was Elliot, and she loves him, she would never want to cross any lines.
She recovers quickly from her shock and goes back towards his ear. She nibbles on his ear lobe biting hard. She works her way down his neck, pecking and sucking at the skin there. She comes across his sharp jawline and stubble on his face, he knows she's marking him, but he doesn't care. She wants the world to know that he's hers.
Since Olivia had been promoted and become Commander of the Special Victims Unit, Elliot had been forced to get a new partner. She is jealous of Amanda for filling a role she had for so many years. Amanda is young, blonde, southern. Everything Olivia wasn't. She continues attacking his neck and runs her hand down his bare chest. She traces the hem of his pants and his breath gets caught in his throat.
"Liv," He groans out, no apprehension in his voice. She is coming dangerously close to his dick and he would lose all control he has if she were to touch him. He would fall apart right here. But she bypasses his cock and reaches for his gun and holster, gently tugging it out of his pants. She pulls away briefly to set it on the desk, reaching back to remove his badge in the same manner.
Elliot swallows hard. She's so sexy and it kills him to not have any power over her next move. He can feel his dick throbbing against his pants already and all she's done is nip at his neck.
Olivia comes back close to him again, her lips just centimeters away from his face. She runs her tongue down his chest, tracing the planes of muscle.
Olivia takes one of his nipples into her mouth and gently bites down, rubbing her teeth along the sensitive surface. Elliot groans and lets his head fall back against the chair. She continued kissing and licking her way down his chest until she hit the waistband of his pants.
Roughly, Elliot tries to free himself from his restraints.
"Olivia…" A warning. He can't let her do this.
"Christ," His eyes are shut so tightly he's seeing shapes beneath his eyelids. He feels her mouth on the button of his pants. Elliot grabs the arms of the chair so tightly that his knuckles were turning white and he squirms.
She looks at him with authority in her eyes and he knows he's in for it now.
She undoes the button with her mouth and pulls his zipper down with her teeth. Olivia is going at a painstakingly slow speed. The woman must know what she is doing. He wonders for a moment if she's ever done anything like this before, and he realizes there is a side to Olivia he's never seen.
She tugs his pants down over his growing erection until they are in a puddle at his ankles. She reaches for his underwear and tugs it down too. Her breath hitches, she knew he would be well endowed, but she really had no idea.
With him there in his full glory, she moves her head back to his dick. She was looking forward to this, to feeling him in her mouth, the rubbing his length with her hands, and to tasting him, making him come from her touch alone, watching him writhe in pleasure unable to move his hands and reach for her.
And she intends to do just that.
She reaches down and grasps the shaft, rubbing him up and down, brushing the tip now and then sending waves of pleasure through his body. He's trembling beneath her and she hasn't even put her mouth on him yet.
"Sit still." The minx demanded. And he wants to, but she is making it so difficult. Elliot feels it then - Olivia's mouth on his cock. The wind is completely knocked out of him. Kathy had never done this, and he would enjoy every moment of this that he could.
"Let me touch you," His eyebrows knit together. Elliot wants his hands in her hair, to touch her beautiful face.
Her mouth is so hot, and wet, and she wasn't letting up any tension from her hands. He would lose it right there.
"Liv... I'm going..." Before he could get the words out, Olivia doubles her ministrations, and he comes for her. He closes his eyes and throws his head back as he releases himself inside her mouth, and she takes all of it. She continues to surprise him.
She stands up facing him, and runs her hand up her body, pulling her shirt up with it. Elliot lets out a low groan, a signal of his admiration. Quickly, she sheds her pants, revealing to him her lace black panties and bra. A matching set. He smiles at the thought this may have been pre-planned.
"Liv, I'm dying over here... I have to touch you. Please."
She smiled a devilish smile and winked at him, "Well then, what are you waiting for?"
"Let me out of these." Elliot was too proud to beg, but he was on the verge of doing just that. He wanted to touch her. He needed to. Her olive skin looked perfect, her supple breasts spilling over the bra.
She smiled devilishly, slowly pulling at the tie. One hand loose now, Elliot stayed still, waiting for the second she uncuffed him. Olivia bit her lip, pushing the lock into the key. She released the side attached to the chair first, then his hand. Immediately he stood, grabbing the cuffs from her hands.
"You're in charge, huh?" He challenges her. "I don't think so." A cocky grin spreads on his face. Olivia gulps - she's unleashed something within him she's never seen before. Desire, darkness, sensuality. She's sure he has never been like this with Kathy. But with him, he's always different. Now even more so.
Elliot palms her cheek and tangles his fingers in her hair. He pulls her towards him, kissing her hard. His heart is beating so fast he doesn't know if he'll ever be able to calm down. He doesn't want to calm down after this. He wants this to last forever.
His tongue touches hers. For the first time in 13 years, Elliot kisses Olivia. His throat tightens at the thought of all that they've gone through together, all the things that have led him to this place.
Sensing his change in demeanor, Olivia places her hands on his chest gently. He takes the opportunity and grabs her around the waist, picking her up and placing her legs around his waist. Using the hand with the cuffs in it, he swipes her desk clean. Loud clatters of papers, files, and stationery items fall beside them. He parts the kiss and places her on the desk. Swiftly, Elliot takes both of her hands into the cuffs and locks them.
"Hey- "She tries to say, but he interrupts.
"Ah, ah, ah. I'm in charge now. Don't make a sound, do you understand?" He pushes her cuffs hands back, so they lazily lay over top of her head.
Olivia nods, nervously biting her lip.
"That's my girl." He smiles again. This is the moment that has, and will always haunt his dreams. Olivia on a desk, nearly naked, wanton, has plagued his mind for their entire relationship. And now, this image will never leave his mind. He knows just what to do with her too - he's thought about it too often.
Elliot pulls her panties down her long legs and to the floor. He brings her left foot onto his shoulder and kisses up her leg. Her sharp intake of breath and a soft moan go straight to his groin. "I told you not to make a sound." He warns her with a dark look.
Her mouth drops open. She's thrilled; a little scared and excited. He kisses down her leg and to the apex of her thigh. Her back arches off the desk and she bites down hard on her lip to keep from making noise.
He presses open-mouthed kisses along her mound, tasting the skin beneath his tongue. He's longed to do this to her, just to know what she tastes like. Denying himself this momentarily, he kisses up her other leg. She sighs, and he hears the clang of her fighting against her cuffs.
"It's no use fighting them." Elliot cocks his head to the side and smirks at her. He loves seeing her like this. Finally, he brings his mouth back to her glistening core.
The second his mouth meets her, Olivia throws her head back. She fights so hard not to moan, but she can barely hold it back. "Oh my god," She cries out. Elliot immediately stops, and she cries out again in protest.
"I told you not to make a sound." His voice is deadly and low. Elliot stands up again, stroking himself. He lines himself up with her center, lightly rubbing himself against her. "Ready for your punishment?" She nods, which turns into a groan as he fills her for the first time.
"Oh fuck," He screws his eyes shut. She's so tight he can barely move. Elliot grabs her hips, pulling her closer to him. He buries himself to the hilt, over and over again.
Elliot cups her face again with one hand, using the back of her head to hold her against him. He pushes in and out of her with abandon. Olivia's moans fill his ears, but he has other plans for her. This is her punishment.
Quickly, Elliot pulls out of her. She groans at the loss of contact. He pushes the edges of her bra down and lays eyes on her beautiful breasts. A blush spreads across her cheeks as Elliot gasps at the sight of her beneath him. Bare, biting her lip, chest flushed from arousal.
Christ, he thinks. He'll never get this out of his head as long as he lives.
"You're beautiful, Olivia."
They lock eyes. She sits up, her cuffs hands resting in her bare lap. Her lips soften as they meet Elliot's and immediately he knows she's up to something. He smiles against her mouth and kisses his way down her neck. Nipping and suckling, he finds a spot on her nape in which she cries out and presses herself against Elliot instantly.
"I'll let you out of one cuff if you ask nicely." Olivia rolls her eyes. This woman is so stubborn.
"Fuck you." The low tone of her voice is a dead giveaway that their tryst is long from over.
He finds the key on the floor near his pants. Olivia's eyebrows raise up - she's surprised he's letting her out after what she said to him.
But Elliot has better plans. Quickly, he uncuffs her right hand and immediately spins her around using the cuffed hand. With her back facing him, Elliot cuffs Olivia's hands again, this time behind her back. "Now, I want you to bend over your desk. I've dreamed about taking you like this for a long time." His low, dark voice sends a shiver down her spine. "Is that okay?" He whispers, pulling her chin towards him with his index finger.
"Yes," Olivia says without thought. She's always trusted him, and even in this situation where he's pissed at her, he still takes the time to know if she's okay with it all.
"Good. Do it now." He orders. Her hair fans out across her desk as she lays her upper body against the cold wood.
Olivia lets out a shuttering breath as Elliot fills her once again.
"Fuck yes," He grunts, setting a deep, hard pace. His large hand grasps her forearm, using it to pull her back again and again. A groan erupts from him, Olivia is beyond tight in this position and the sight before him is nearly too much for him to bare. He places the key on the desk beside him and reaches with a free hand to press his middle and index finger against her clit. She moans and gasps at the sensation.
"Please," He hears coming from her mouth. His eyes involuntarily roll back in his head with pleasure. She's begging him.
Oh, fuck.
He presses one open palm to her back, forcing her to stay down. His other hand feverishly works at her center, coinciding with the frantic rhythm of his hips. She cries out a garbled version of his name and feels her clench around him.
"Yes," Elliot grunts. "Cum for me." She moans louder this time, urged by his words. He slows his rhythm down as her shuttering and quacking subsides.
Elliot takes the key and uncuffs both of her hands. She is completely relaxed against the desk now. He thinks.
Olivia quickly stands up and turns towards Elliot. She kisses him hard, taking the cuffs and pushing him back towards the couch. "You thought I was done with you?" She chastises him. The backs of his knees meet the couch and he sits back into it.
"Oliv-" He's cut off by her roughly grabbing his wrists and forcing them above his head. She clicks the cuffs around his wrists and through a pipe above the couch.
"Don't pull or there will be water everywhere," Olivia warns. He's out of breath now, naked in his boss' office, cuffed to her pipes and completely at her mercy. She climbs onto his lap, slowly sinking down his length. "God, yes," The brunette moans in his ear. She moves her hips back and forth, grinding on his dick.
"If you keep going like this..." He tells her, unable to finish his sentence from a good swipe of her hips.
"So do it." She looks him dead in the eye, challenging him. Her pace picks up, and he has no time to think. All he feels is her on him, kissing, biting, moving, moaning.
Deep within her, he lets himself go. His eyes are locked on hers; this is the moment they've wondered about for years. One they've both thought privately about, one they wondered if it would ever happen. It marks a pivotal point in their partnership. From this moment on begins a new chapter for them.
"You can tie me up any time Stabler, but I'm still the boss."