Author's Note:
Okay, this chapter was not originally part of the storyline. Infact, there really is no story to this chapter at all. LOL. I just got the idea for a fun little fluff piece (pure smut) for Valentine's Day (also just happens to be chapter 14) and I couldn't resist using borrowing the title. (He, he.) This chapter was slightly inspired by all of the hype over the '50 Shades' movie release this weekend (although I have not read any of the books, nor will I be watching the film. Just not my cup of tea. I prefer a good psycho-thriller or bloody horror film.)
Mostly, I have been toying with the idea of a Stabler-dominated sexcapade chapter since their little trip to the sex club in L.A. a few chapters back & because this is Valentine's Day, I figured now would be the perfect time to write it. I'll warn you, my version is probably pretty mild compared to what I have heard about those books & the movie. Sorry if that disappoints you. :o( I am aiming for more of a sexy/foreplay type angle than an erotic/porn angle. Keep in mind, until recently neither of them has really experimented much in the bedroom. This chapter picks up exactly where chapter 13 left us….at that kiss. With that said here is the way I see it going down. (LOL, no pun intended….okay, maybe it was intended.) Enjoy!
~ Detective_Olivia_Stabler ~
Dangerous Desires
(Chapter Fourteen: Fifty Shades of Stabler)
"We need to talk," she said as their kiss broke.
Olivia tipped her head to watch as he poured them both a drink. She took a sip feeling the sting of the strong liquid as it hit her tongue, before its sweetness surfaced and it went down in a shockingly smooth manor.
Elliot smiled watching her reaction closely, then raised her chin with his forefinger and pressed his mouth to hers once more. He pulled back attempting to end the kiss, but she leaned further into him refusing to let go.
"Do you want to talk before or after?" he asked with a sexy stare and the raise of an eyebrow.
He knew the real reason she was standing here.
"After," she mumbled, her mouth hungrily in search of his.
Elliot caressed the side of her face with one hand as he stared into her eyes. He kissed her tenderly and passionately as he locked his fingers between hers. He looked her over for a moment. It was obvious she had gotten all dolled up just to come over here and see him. Her hair was fixed up all big and sexy the way he liked it, not unlike a lion's mane. Her cherry lips and the dark make up that lined her beautiful brown eyes perfectly accented her come hither stare. A sexy dress with stockings and stiletto heels….yes, Elliot knew exactly why she was here and it wasn't to talk.
Taking her by the hand, Elliot led Olivia down the hallway to the bedroom.
"You finally moved your bed in here?" she asked with a coy smile. "This window is beautiful," she said pressing the tip of her finger against the white frosted glass.
"One of the perks of living in old renovated New York city buildings," Elliot replied.
Olivia was mesmerized by the large pane of glass. It started at the floor and stretched just a few inches above her head.
"The building was owned by some corporation before it became apartments. This was a board room before it was a bedroom. That would actually be kind of a pain in the ass, but being frosted like that lets just the right amount of light in during the day without the blinding glare."
"High ceilings, hard wood floors and this window, this place really is great, El."
"You like it?" he asked kissing her slowly.
"I do," she responded with another kiss.
The kisses heated up for a few moments before Elliot took the rock glass from her hand and moved across the room. Olivia watched as he moved away from her to turn off the light.
Striking a single match in the dark room, Elliot leaned in lit a jar candle that was sitting on a bedside table. Olivia studied the tiny flame as it ignited the wick and began to burn brighter.
"Do you trust me?" he asked reaching out to her across the shadows.
He kissed her passionately and stared deep into her eyes.
"I do," she replied walking willfully, blindly, into whatever he may have on his mind.
His hands fell against her waist as she looked up at him from under her long dark lashes.
"Tonight, you do what I say," he commanded. "Only what I say."
This could be fun, she thought to herself as he pulled the black sash from around her waist.
"Alright," she agreed.
"But if at any time you want me to stop….all you have to do is say so and I will," he said sliding the sheer material of the sash between his fingers as she gave him a nod of understanding.
Elliot wrapped the sash tightly, but carefully around her eyes in a blindfold. Olivia stood silently in pitch black just listening and waiting in anticipation.
"Move," he ordered placing one hand on her hip and the other against the opposite shoulder as he guided her backward across the room.
"Now take off your dress," he demanded.
She reached behind her feeling for the zipper.
"Slowly. And dance for me."
He was really starting to enjoy bossing her around, Olivia thought. She began to sway softly imagining slow sexy music in her head and trying hard not to fall over. She smoothed her hands over the curves of her body as she slid the zipper down the back of the dress.
Elliot couldn't resist anymore, he had to touch her.
"That's my girl," he whispered against her ear almost startling her as me moved in behind her.
He slipped one arm around her waist and moved the other hand slowly over her every inch of her. Pressing his body against hers they moved together as he seductively kissed the side of her neck.
"Do you like that?" he whispered against her ear as he took a fist full of her hair and pulled her head back against his chest. "Do you?"
"Yes," Olivia said, just a bit startled.
"Tell me you like it."
"I like it."
"Drop the dress," he said pushing away from her. "I want to look at you."
Olivia's senses were running wild.
"Turn around….slowly."
She did as she was told. Elliot studied the delicate black lace of the practically invisible bra she wore. If the fact that her sexy barely there bra matched the garter belt and sexy black lace boy short panties she wore wasn't enough to drive him crazy, the clear visibility of her caramel colored nipples already had him rock hard.
"Stop!"
She now stood facing away from him and quite disoriented.
"I want to look at that ass."
Olivia pressed her lips together nervously, tracing them with the tip of her tongue. She was beginning to get so wrapped up in this little charade that she had nearly forgotten it was Elliot giving her commands.
Every hair on her body was standing on end and even though this was a completely consensual experience for them, she couldn't help but feel just a bit of fear and adrenaline from facing the unknown.
She felt his hands begin to glide smoothly over her soft skin. Elliot traced his fingertips ever so slightly across her abdomen and up her arm. He smiled as goose bumps suddenly appeared, knowing he had absolute control over her. Olivia could feel the electricity between them as she focused on the sound of his breathing.
His hands continued down the curve of her body and rounded her hips. His eyes widened focusing on her amazing ass and how just the right amount of it seemed to peek out from the panties.
"So hot!" Elliot said as he smacked her on the ass.
Olivia jumped and yipped just a bit in shock. She wrinkled her nose feeling the sudden pain, but did not say a word.
Elliot watched her body language closely for any sign that she wanted out of this arrangement, but she seemed to be alright with things so far.
He stepped closer to her squeezing her ass once more. Olivia had never really understood this fascination, but she knew this was a particular characteristic of hers that he admired.
He knelt behind her as he spanked her once more. She stood tall and still awaiting her next orders, but couldn't help but bust out laughing when she felt him bite her.
"Did you just bite my ass?" she laughed.
"Did I say you could speak?" he asked in a serious tone, trying to keep from laughing himself. The corners of Olivia's mouth curled into a smile before she was able to regain a serious face.
Elliot knew when he did it that she would break character, but he couldn't resist the opportunity to test her commitment to the role.
He tugged at her lace underwear, pulling them to the floor. Now she stood before him wearing only her bra, garters and stockings, a tiny little black thong, black stiletto heels and a blindfold….and she was an amazing sight.
"Get on you down on your knees," he commanded and she obeyed. "You know what to do," he said as she reached up toward her eyes. "That stays on," he said blocking her hands from touching her face.
Olivia exhaled softly. He wanted to play? Sure. This was definitely something she could do well, even blindfolded.
Elliot looked down over her as she bit her lower lip. She placed her hands against his legs and smoothed them up to slowly unbuckle his belt. She was surprisingly good at this, he thought figuring her not being able to see anything would provide at least a minor struggle.
The belt buckle made a clanking noise as his pants fell to the floor. Elliot's heart raced as he stared down at her. Olivia moved her hands over his boxers feeling everything he had hidden inside. She moved one hand slowly up and down over the shaft of his already hard cock as she used the other to gently massage his balls through his boxer shorts.
Elliot might have been the one giving the orders tonight, but in this moment it was very clear to Olivia just who was in charge.
"Take it out. That's right," he coaxed her as she moved her hand up his dick once more and pulled his shorts down at the same time.
Elliot stepped out of his boxers and pulled his shirt over his head, then used one finger to gently trace her full red lips as she stroked him.
"Now suck my cock the way that only you can do."
Olivia shifted a little. She licked her fingertips then traced up and down his shaft once more. Elliot watched as she licked her lips slowly, then lowered her mouth over the over his cock.
She was incredible, he thought. Not only was she going along with his little sex game, but she really seemed to be enjoying it. And he was quite impressed that she seemed to have no trouble at all getting him to her mouth, even though she couldn't see a thing.
Elliot groaned as she pushed him further back into her throat and tightened her hand around his dick. He used his fingers to trace the curve of her jawbone, then put a hand on each side of her head and guided her further and further down on him.
"God," he growled. "That's my girl," he grunted out with a smile.
Elliot closed his eyes for several minutes to thoroughly enjoy the warmth of her mouth on him.
"Stand up," he said pulling her to her feet carefully so he didn't hurt her. "You're my dirty girl. You know that?"
"I am," she said softly with a nod.
Elliot placed one hand against the side of her neck and began to back her across the room. He pulled the braided tie back from one of the drapes and looped it around her wrist, then tossed it up over the decorative curtain rod and tied it around her other wrist.
Now she stood helpless, bound with her hands over her head and completely at his mercy.
"You're bad. And bad girls must be punished," he said pulling the tie from the second curtain and slapping the beaded tassel part against his palm. "This will have to do," he noted, then he turned and began to spank her with it.
The crystal like beads provided only a minor sting as they struck the flesh of her bare ass, but it didn't take long before the entire area was red.
"That's enough for now," Elliot said tossing the homemade whip aside for fear of really hurting her. "I have a better way to punish you."
He stepped forward and dropped his fingers into a rock glass on the table beside the bed. Pulling a chunk of ice from the glass, he placed it against the soft sensual skin over her collar bone.
Olivia gasped in reaction to the cold and Elliot watched water droplets bead up and trickle down her golden skin leaving a long wet trail. He leaned forward and placed his tongue against her flesh tasting the scotch that had been in the glass. This gave him the best idea.
Raising the ice cube, he traced her lips with it then pressed his mouth to hers. Olivia could taste the smoky flavored whiskey in his kiss.
Elliot then pushed the lace cups of her bra down to expose her gorgeous breasts. He traced the ice cube down her chest and let it linger just a moment over left nipple. He smiled as she drew a staggered breath. Lowering his mouth to her skin he licked to scotch from her breast, then sucked and bit at her nipples while kneading her breasts with his hands.
Pulling more ice from the glass, he let it drip down her chest and over her navel. Once again he licked it from her body. Trailing the ice down….down….down….he pushed aside the thin lace front of her thong and traced his thumb over her clit.
Olivia gasped a bit and squirmed, unable to touch him with her hands.
"You like that, huh?" he asked with a smirk.
He leaned in and put his mouth to her, gently caressing her clit with his tongue.
Olivia sighed a sigh that seemed to imply she was melting. Elliot sucked on her and played with her a little more, then paused to look up and watch her lick her lips. She was really enjoying this part.
He placed the ice cube in his mouth sucking off the remainder of the scotch, then placed it against the skin of her inner thigh and slowly began to move it upward.
He slid two fingers gently into her as he used his mouth on her once more. Then he took the ice cube and placed it against her clit.
Olivia gasped so hard, he thought she was going to orgasm right there. He laughed and kissed her belly, then began to lick and suck on her lit once more.
He would bring her right on the verge of a good strong orgasm, then pull back and touch her in this sensitive place with the cold intrusive object, denying her any sexual satisfaction
"You are not allowed to cum," he said standing and kissing her neck tenderly. "Not until I say you can. Do you understand?"
"Yes. I understand."
Elliot flung her around to face away from him. He moved his hands all over her body and pressed his body against hers. Olivia could feel the pressure of his hard cock ready and waiting as he pushed against her.
She could feel his chest against her back as he groped her breasts once more. Elliot slipped his hand up the inside of her thigh and pushed her legs apart, then moved the thin material of the thong aside and began to fuck her from behind.
He placed one hand against the large window to steady them and kept the other on her waist. After a few minutes he pushed her forward and held her there, pressing her bare breasts against the cold glass of the window and he whispered numerous dirty things against her ear.
Being dominated was actually proving to be quite the turn on for Olivia who was approaching orgasm like a speeding train barreling down the track.
Elliot listened closely to the sounds she made and took note of her breathing. They had been together enough for him to know exactly when she was about to….
"Not yet," he snarled against her ear as he pulled out of her.
Olivia whimpered at the loss of him.
Elliot freed one of her hands. He turned her and pushed her back against the bed, then he flipped her over on her stomach and tied her hands to the headboard, binding her once more.
This place provided more slack in her rope, so Elliot had a little more play space with his sex slave.
He picked up the beaded tassel from the curtain once more and struck it against her ass.
"You really do have the perfect ass," he said pulling her onto her hands and knees facing the bed as he towered behind her.
He smoothed his hands over her ass and squeezed it tight with his hands.
"Are you gonna let me fuck that tight little ass?" he asked against her ear as he turned her head to kiss her.
Olivia was just a little bit hesitant. They had discussed this before and she didn't mind to try it with him. But being something neither of them had ever done before she wasn't exactly sure if right now…like this…was the way she wanted it to happen the first time.
"Liv?" Elliot asked, breaking character for a moment sensing her hesitation.
"Yes," she replied. "I want you to do what you want with me."
Elliot reached into the drawer of the nightstand and pulled out a condom and a small bottle of lubricant. After running the cold foil package down her back, he put the condom on and prepared himself.
He remained in his dominating position, holding her head down against the bed as he entered her, but he was actually very slow and gentle with her.
It wasn't as bad as Olivia figured it would have been, although Elliot seemed to be enjoying it way more than she did. She listened to the groans and sounds he made and even threw in a soft moan of encouragement for good measure. When he had finished, Elliot tossed the condom into the bedside trash can and rolled her onto her back.
Raising the blindfold, he stared into her eyes.
"Are you okay?" he whispered and she smiled at him.
"Yea," she replied softly.
"Good," he said clearing his throat and trying to sound stern once more.
He stood up from the bed and walked toward the door.
"Wait, where are you going?" Olivia called out.
"I'm not finished with you, yet!"
Elliot stepped into the bathroom for a moment, then returned with a black satin cloth.
"I have been waiting weeks for this," he said and she watched him curiously.
Sitting on the edge of the bed once more, Elliot picked up the candle. He tipped it over her abdomen and poured just a bit of the melted wax onto her skin. Much to Olivia's surprise, it wasn't really hot, merely warm and quite relaxing.
Elliot rubbed the scented oil from the candle over her body in a romantic type massage. He kissed her tenderly, then unfolded the black cloth and picked up a shiny metallic object.
"What is that?" Olivia asked.
"The Silver Bullet," he replied holding up the sex toy for her to see. "And the lady at the store swore by it."
"You bought me a vibrator?"
"No, I bought me a vibrator to use on you. A lot of couples do it. It's supposed to be sexy. I got it at the same place I got the pheromone massage oil candle."
Elliot looked down and kissed her.
"We can stop if you want."
"No," she replied with a smile. "We're just getting to the good part."
Olivia kissed him again, then laid back against the bed, once again putting her full trust in him.
Elliot reached beside the bed and put a few drops of the lubricant on the toy, then lowered it against her body and turned the dial to make it vibrate. He moved it around for a few moments, then slid it slowly inside her.
Almost instantly, Olivia began to moan. Then Elliot turned up the power and she arched her back, raising up off the bed. It was the hottest thing he had ever seen. He played with her for a little while with the toy, then he eased up and actually let her enjoy a good strong orgasm.
Elliot raised up and kissed her tenderly as he untied her hands for the first time since their little game had begun.
Olivia immediately threw her arms around his neck and pulled his mouth to hers. She flipped them over on the bed so that she was on top of him and began to kiss him once more. Reaching behind her she unclasped the bra and let it drop from her shoulders, then she picked up the sash blind fold from the bed beside her and tied it around Elliot's eyes.
Olivia kissed down his bare chest as she moved on top of him.
Elliot exhaled, barely able to catch his breath.
"I am liking this blindfold," he said.
"Did I say you could speak?" she asked covering his mouth with her hand as they both smiled.
An hour later, Olivia laid curled up in his arms sleeping like an angel with a crooked halo.