Here is Chapter 7 of "Shades of Blue" Enjoy and please review.

"Girl, no way!" Alex exclaims. "You had sex with him!"
"Yes," I reply.
"How is he?"
"Very good. Very passionate."
"Listen, your mom called here while you were busy. Apparently your step dad got into an accident, so he and your mom won't be able to make it to graduation. I told them that I would use my IPad and Facetime the whole thing. So they'll still be able to see you."
Alex never speaks of my father. I don't either. He raped my mother and that's when she became pregnant with me. She was an alcoholic for a while until she went to therapy and became sober.
I tell Alex that I'm tired and want to go to sleep. She smirks at me, knowing that I'm probably tired from the sex.
Once I'm in the bedroom, I pull the contract out of the bedside table drawer and read it over again. Once I finish reading it, I turn my laptop on and compose an email to Elliot.
From: Olivia Benson
Subject: Some Contract Issues
Date: June 6, 2015
To: Elliot Stabler
Sir,
Dinner on Thursday sounds wonderful. 6 PM works for me. I'm hoping that over dinner we can discuss these issues I have with the contract.
1: You are the only person I have slept with. So I do not have any STD's. I do not take drugs, smoke, or give blood transfusions. I gave blood-once-when I was 17. I was clean (and still am).
2: I am interested in the contract. But just know that I may decide to terminate it at any time.
3: I will only do a month trial period. Not two.
4: I will not be available every weekend. I do have friends. And a social life. One weekend I must have time off.
5: The food list is ridiculous. That will be the deciding factor on whether I sign this or not. I will not eat food from a list.
-Olivia

The next day, I call my mom, Serena.
"Olivia, I'm so sorry that I couldn't be there. I want to," she says. "I'm glad that Alex is going to FaceTime it. I can't believe my baby is graduating college."
"Mom, please don't cry. If you cry, I'll start crying as well," I reply.
"Are you ok?"
"Yes."
"Have you met someone?"
"No, not really."
Well, I'm currently involved in a relationship that involves sex and being restrained...something kinky.
It's not like I can tell my mother about Elliot.

On Thursday evening, we gather at an Italian restaurant for dinner. We begin to discuss the issues that I had written to him in my email once we're in a private dining room.
"The part about you taking time off really caught my attention," he says. "Do you know how hard it is to stay away from you? Very hard. You have no idea how much I want to do you on this table right now. I can tell you want me too."
"How…?"
"Your breathing changed. It's a little faster. Your face also looks a little flushed."
After we discuss the contract, I realize that almost an hour has gone by. We have finished dinner and the waiter comes by to ask if we want dessert.
"No, thank you," I say. "It was a lovely dinner, Mr. Stabler. But I think I'm going to go now."
"Go?" Elliot asks. "Why?"
"Because…I need time to think about this...this relationship, or whatever it is. Plus, the graduation ceremony is tomorrow. I need to rest up."
He walks me to the parking lot, where I press my lips to his and kiss him goodbye.
Is this the end? The end of us? After the graduation ceremony, will I see him again?
I get in my car and drive to the apartment. Alex's car is gone, meaning that she is still in Long Island.
When I get dressed for bed, I see that Elliot has sent me an email. I don't respond to it, and I lie down on my bed, crying myself to sleep.

I see Elliot standing in front of me wearing nothing but black silk underwear. I'm completely naked and restrained to the Saint Andrew's Cross in the corner of the room. My hands are tied above me and restrained with leather straps. Elliot put his hand on my cheek and slowly slides his hand down towards my sensitive area. I fight the urge to cry out. He pulls out a red riding crop and smacks me across the chest with it. I wince in pain, but it's nothing to call out the safeword.
Elliot smacks my chest a couple more times with the crop.
"You've been a very bad girl, Ms. Benson," Elliot says to me. "You must be punished."
I accept my punishment, getting even more aroused as the crop hits me.

What?! I ask myself. What the heck just happened?
Apparently I had a sex dream. I have no idea what caused that. Maybe it was the Internet research and reading over that contract again.

The graduation ceremony goes along smoothly. Alex gives the Valedictorian speech and then receives her diploma first. Then she sits down at her seat and holds up the tablet so that Serena and my stepdad can see me. I receive my diploma and then sit down next to Alex. I wave a hello to my parents and they blow me a couple of kisses. Elliot talks a little about his partnership with CUNY and receives some applause from the audience.

Elliot comes over to the apartment after the ceremony. We stand outside the apartment and Elliot shows me a new car parked in front of the building. It's at least a $30,000 car. I seem a little upset by the fact that he had bought me a car even though I already have one.
"I'm very wealthy," Elliot says. "Expect lots of expensive gifts from me. And do you know how difficult it is for me not to do you on the hood of the car?"
"I'm guessing pretty difficult," I reply.
Then he kisses me. We go into the apartment and as soon as we're inside, he locks the door.
"Face me," he says. "I want to peel you out of that sexy dress you're wearing."
It's a gray dress with some lace. There is a strap that goes behind my neck. The strap wraps around my shoulders and comes around my bust and forms a bow.
My heart is beginning to race. I feel his hands pushing my hair behind my shoulders.
"That is the sexiest dress I've seen you wear," he says. "It really shows off how beautiful you are."
I tilt my head to the side to allow him access to my neck and he starts inhaling the scent of the coconut shampoo and conditioner I used earlier that morning. His fingers are warm against my shoulder. He lifts the strap over my head and allows the dress to fall onto the floor in a puddle.
"Hmmm, I like," he says. "You're not wearing a bra."
I arch my back a bit as I wrap my arms around his neck. He's teasing me and I'm feeling weak under his touch. The things this man does to me.
"You like what I'm doing to you, don't you, Ms. Benson?" he asks.
"Yes, Sir, I love it," I reply.
I feel like I might release because of the teasing he's doing to me.
"No, you may not release yet," he says. "I'm a little displeased at the moment."
He turns me around so that my back is to him. He continues the slow, sensual movements with his hands and it becomes so intense that I end up grinding my behind into him.
He moans at the sensation and then lowers his hands.
"Oh my. My young lady is ready for me," he says seductively to me.
"Take me now, please, Mr. Stabler," I beg him.
"You know how much I like it when my woman begs me."
He grabs ahold of my hand and places over his hardness.
"This is what you do to me, Ms. Benson," he says. "Now take off my pants. You are now in charge."
OH MY GOODNESS. ELLIOT STABLER JUST TOLD ME I'M IN CHARGE. I CAN'T BELIEVE WHAT IS GOING ON RIGHT NOW.
"You are quite the eager young woman, Ms. Benson," he continues.
"Stay still," I command.
"Yes ma'am."
No more than two minutes later, I am screwing him. The thought is driving me crazy. When we're done, I'm lying my head on his chest and we both start to doze off.