They walked into the living room and Olivia continued to be awed. It was a little like Casey's place in the city, but just much bigger. The kitchen was huge with tons of granite and marble with a state of the art stove and a sub zero fridge. There was all of this beautiful art all over the place and four huge bedrooms that were immaculately decorated. It was so amazing to see what Casey came from.

"How are you feeling?" Casey asked Olivia as they sat on the living room couch, sipping wine. They had made their way to the local grocery store where of course everyone knew Casey's name. She introduced Olivia as her girlfriend which certainly had a nice ring to it.

"I'm amazing, Case" Olivia responded, taking a sip of wine. "I can't believe all of this is in your family. This house is absolutely stunning."

"Not as stunning as what's next to me," Casey purred as she leaned in and gave Olivia a sweet kiss. "What do you want to do now? I can cook and then maybe we can go in the hot tub…"

"Um, let's do the hot tub now," Olivia eagerly suggested. "I know whatever you make will be amazing, but I've had your cooking before…."

"Fine," Casey conceded with a slight pout. She didn't really mean it, but liked to act like she did.

Casey opened the door to the outside and turned on the hot tub. She wondered where Olivia was as she sat in her robe, ready to sit with her love. The water was getting warm, and just because she didn't feel like waiting anymore, she dropped her robe and got inside. She was wearing a nice black bikini that she had bought during the week which she thought Olivia would love.

"You just couldn't wait for me, could you?" Olivia chided as she walked over.

"Well, you were taking forever!" Casey joked back.

Olivia dropped her robe and revealed the sexy royal blue one piece bathing suit she was wearing. As good as Olivia looked for her age, she never wore a two piece. Casey didn't mind it at all and noticed how stunning Olivia looked.

"Well someone looks hot, detective…new suit?"

"It actually is, yes, Casey. But Man, you look even more stunning."

Casey blushed.

"I am always amazed at how good you look, Liv. I swear, you are like reverse aging."

"I think there was a compliment in there somewhere," Olivia sarcastically quipped as she put her arms around Casey and gave her a kiss. "As much as I love you, you know I wouldn't be caught dead in a two piece, regardless of what I look like."

Casey rolled her eyes. The classic Olivia charm was rearing its ugly head. It didn't really matter though because before she could get another word out, Olivia's tongue was halfway down her throat. The two of them continued to make out as the hot water and the jets completely soothed both of their bodies. It was so amazing and so sensual for the two of them to have this time together, and for them not to have to hide from anyone. As they finished up, a neighbor noticed Casey and yelled hello from across the fence and didn't care one bit that she was with a woman. It was like the two of them had found their niche here.


Casey wanted to make sure Olivia felt completely at home during their time in the Hamptons, so she cooked this amazing dinner of crab cakes and a light salad that was accompanied by a 1992 Riesling. Olivia, who didn't know much about taking the time to savor everything devoured it all in about ten seconds.

"So I am guessing you liked your crab cakes?" Casey joked as she took a sip of her wine. She always marveled at just how much Olivia could eat and still maintain her amazing figure.

"Oh my god Casey, they were amazing. And that salad and this wine…I can't even begin to describe how awesome it all is, thank you."

"No need to thank me, Liv. What's mine is yours," Casey said with a smile.

"Where did you get this wine, Case? It's amazing!" Olivia said as she took a pretty big gulp, not realizing that you're supposed to sip and savor wine.

"I have no idea," Casey replied. "It was already here. I'm sure my parents got it from somewhere fancy. It is the perfect compliment for crab cakes though. The dryness really complements the sweatiness of the crab cakes immaculately."

Olivia did some smiling and nodding as she really had no idea what Casey was talking about. It was incredible just how much she knew about all these sort of minute details about high society. She loved that Casey knew all of these things and just listening to her go on about all of this was really fascinating.

"How do you know all of this stuff?" Olivia asked.

"Oh, I don't know. I guess from my parents and through all of the events and such I had to go through when I was younger," Casey said. "But honestly, I love the high class living, really, I do, but I have just as much for chilling out with you and having a burger and a beer."

That comment made Olivia blush. She often wondered if she was good enough for Casey from a societal standpoint. After her, the Novak name certainly meant something in New York with her father being one of the most successful judges in the state's history and her mother being one of the top heart surgeons in the country. Olivia's family had no history or lineage, so becoming part of one that was this rich was a little daunting and intimidating. But, Casey always made her feel so welcome so all of this was becoming less of an issue.

Both of them finished loading up the dishwasher and wanted to continue the evening. Though a little gorged, they were still quite turned on from the hot tub and the amazing dinner, that nothing was going to deter them from anything. Olivia walked around the house for a little bit before finding the master bedroom and settling in. She was waiting for Casey, who was just getting the kitchen completely cleaned up. Casey's OCD had slightly taken over as she wasn't able to enjoy herself unless things were clean and in complete order. This was a side of Casey that annoyed Olivia on the surface, but deep down, she actually loved it.

As Olivia settled in upstairs, she anxiously awaited Casey's arrival and began to get undressed. She was just wearing track pants and a tank top, but she wanted to really turn Casey on when she saw her, and she knew just the outfit that would do the trick. She took her pants off and threw them next to her bag, just leaving her in her briefs and a tank top. This was good, but it wasn't what was going to make Casey melt. She then moseyed on over to her bag and leafed through it, but realized that she didn't have a hooded sweatshirt or just a regular t shirt. "Damn," she thought. "I must have packed too fast." She then did the next best thing. She began looking through Casey's bag, knowing that she probably had 7 different t shirts to match a bunch of outfits that she wasn't going to wear.

As Olivia was doing this, Casey began to get ready. She was still wearing the same thing she wore at dinner, leggings and a tank top. Before she started cooking she got a couple of things from her bag that would surely enhance the sexy time that she and Olivia were about to share. She was going out on a bit of a limb here, and definitely stepping outside her comfort zone, but she thought Olivia would certainly admire her moxie. Casey made her way up the stairs, and found Olivia squatting and riffling through her suitcase. This was the perfect opportunity to get the role playing started.

"Hey!" Casey yelled, startling Olivia. "What are you doing you snoop?"

Casey's voice and tone slightly startled Olivia and she jumped back for a second. "Oh, I'm sorry, Case," she answered nervously. "I just wanted to borrow a T-shirt from you, as I forgot to pack one that I thought you'd like. I know how much you like it when I wear only a T-shirt and underwear."

Deep down, Casey loved how considerate Olivia was being, but she didn't want to break her character. She got more inspired and said:

"You know it's highly illegal to be snooping around in someone else's stuff. A very good friend of mine, who is one of the best police officers in the state of New York has said that to me many times…."

Olivia caught on to what Casey was doing, and loved it. She then got into character herself, full on embracing the damsel in distress role.

"Well, I'm sorry officer, but I really had no idea, and just wanted to find something nice to put on for my girlfriend. Please, can we just forget about all of this? I promise you, I'll make it up to you…."

Casey put her hands on her hips. She was clearly very pleased on the inside, but wanted to make sure to maintain her exterior.

"Let me get this straight, are you now trying to bribe an officer? You know that comes with a stiff penalty. And you should have just asked if you could borrow my stuff."

Olivia then put her hands straight out like in old-timely movies. "Well then, I guess you're going to have to teach me a lesson…"

"You of all people should know this doesn't work this way," Casey said quite matter-of-factly. "Now, put your hands on your head."

Olivia sighed and dropped her arms to her side.

"On your head I said!" Casey tried to sound very commanding and it worked. Olivia complied and put her hands on her head, just as she had ordered so many perps to do. Casey then reached around the back of her leggings and brought out a pair of Olivia's handcuffs that she had taken earlier that morning. Olivia had two extra pairs, so Casey knew taking one of them wouldn't be that big of a deal.

"Are you serious Casey?" Olivia murmured. Casey didn't hear that, but approached Olivia and opened one end of the cuffs and reached up and snapped it around Olivia's wrist, clicking it tight to make sure Olivia couldn't slip out. She then grabbed Olivia's other hand and fastened it behind her back, nice, tight and secure. She stepped back for a second to admire her work. She had to say, she was getting really turned on, seeing Olivia's hands cuffed tightly behind her while her beautiful ass was clad only in some snug Hanes tighty-whities.

"jesus, Casey, you think you put these on tight enough?" Olivia quipped. She wasn't joking about this. Casey had put them on as tight as humanly possible.

"Ok fine you baby, I'll loosen them a little since you can't seem to handle it," Casey chided. She then just stuck a pin in one of the holes of the cuffs. "There you go, now stop your bitching!"

"Um, Casey, these aren't looser. At all. What exactly did you just do?"

"Oh, well, I just double locked them so they can't get any tighter, that's all."

"Man, you are mean" Olivia chastised. "I hope you don't think this is how I am normally." Olivia cursed herself for breaking character for a second. She immediately got back into it.

"Shut up, bitch!" Casey ordered. "Now, you are the snoop who came up here unprepared, now what exactly should I do with you….?" Casey circled Olivia, just staring at her like a piece of meat like she had done to so many suspects over the years. She always knew what she was going to do next, but she wanted to have Olivia sit there in suspense for a second. She once again was beginning to get wet seeing Olivia clad like that. She was in all white. She was wearing a white wife-beater and white socks to go along with her tighty whites.

Casey then fished inside of the closet where she stashed one of Olivia's old nightsticks from deep inside of Olivia's closet back in the city. It definitely took a while to find, but was worth it.

"Jesus, officer, where did you even find that? I had no idea I even still had one of those."

Casey ignored her, though this was a good question.

"Get on your knees, bitch."

Olivia did as she was told, but this wasn't easy to do without using her hands. She finally got there and waited for Casey's next instruction.

"Now, snoop, here's the deal. If you're a good girl, and take a little punishment, then you will find some extreme pleasure. But, if you bitch, whine and moan, then the deal's off. Does that sound like something you can do?"

Olivia nodded. She was eager for what happened next. Casey then approached her, and squeezed her ass through her undies, and then gave it a few playful pats. This was definitely getting Olivia super charged and revved. Casey then rubbed her ass, and just loved the feeling of rough cotton draping Olivia's beautiful, round, juicy buttocks. She then reached and slid Olivia's briefs off of her, and rubbed her bare ass for a few seconds. Then, as a complete surprise to Olivia, Casey took the nightstick and gave Olivia a really firm whack right on the ass.

"Damn!" Olivia screamed. She loved this. The pain was giving her crazy pleasure in a twisted sort of way. She wanted Casey to punish her even more. "Well, that's what I thought," she uttered. "Definitely hits like a girl."

Casey was not amused by this, and knew Olivia was egging her on. "Oh really? Hits like a girl?" She then took the stick and gave Olivia another firm whack, right on the tushie. She then did it again, and again, and again. Olivia was screaming, and loving every second of this, and Casey loved the sight of Olivia's ass getting redder and redder by the second. She gave two more huge whacks which Olivia screamed right after.

It had been ten strokes with the cane and Olivia's ass was beet red. Casey rubbed it for a second, and marveled in what she had done. Never did she think she could take control of Olivia like this.

"Is that all you've got?" Olivia chastised. "Please, you do hit like a girl. I'm sure I'll feel worse pain than this in prison."

Casey loved that Olivia was goading her. She took the club and took two more hard whacks, causing Olivia to scream again. This sort of pleasure derived from pain was a little sadistic, but both of them loved it. Olivia clenched her fists behind her back as the metal from the cuffs continued to dig inside of her.

"Have you had enough?" Casey asked. "Because we can do this with me caning you all night"

"Bitch, I can deal with your girlie swings until the end of time," Olivia said meanly. In truth, Casey didn't hit like a girl at all. She was actually really hurting Olivia, and Olivia was starting to understand why Casey was so good at softball.

"Well, take this!" Casey said as she whacked Olivia again. This was going to be the last time. As much as she loved this, she wanted to give Olivia some pleasure.

"Get your ass on the bed" Casey ordered. Olivia stepped out of her underwear, waddled, and somehow managed to make it onto the bed. Casey looked at her with a look that was so sexy and so seductive that Olivia absolutely loved.

"Now, it seems as though you have made it through my caning," Casey said. "And you did so with flying colors, and as much as it pains me, it is time to give you pleasure."

Olivia's eyes lit up as Casey approached her. She shed her leggings, and walked over to her in just her black, lacy hipster panties. Olivia was thrilled by this, and Casey finally made it onto the bed, and crawled over to her. She rubbed Olivia's toned stomach and legs as well as her amazingly perky nipples. Both of them were beyond turned on, and that went into overdrive when Casey stuck her head in-between Olivia's legs and slid her tongue deep inside her pussy.

This was heavenly. Casey was a master with her tongue, and Olivia responded with many shrieks and yells as Casey plowed through there. They had been together so many times now, that Casey had no problem finding Olivia's g spot and vice versa. In this instance, Casey found it almost instantly and prayed on it over and over and over again. Olivia moaned and screamed repeatedly as Casey continually moved her tongue deeper and deeper inside of her. She worked her tongue inside Olivia's pussy with vigor, and felt her immensely swollen clit with her hands. She continued, and the heat from both of them was so intense, both knew they would cum soon. Finally, with one more swoop of the tongue, Olivia let out a ferocious orgasm that got a little on the bed, and a lot on Casey. Casey then released, but this was mostly on the bed. Olivia tried to take her finger and run it through Casey's hair and lick it, but quickly realized the handcuffs were prohibiting her from such actions.

The two laid there next to each other, holding one another for what felt like hours. Casey loved it, and she kept Olivia cuffed during this time. It was another way of basically saying "I own you" which Olivia didn't mind at all. This was a little out of character for Casey to control Olivia to this extent, but both of them loved it.

"Hey Case, can I ask you something, and can you do me a favor?"

"Absolutely," Casey answered.

"First, can you put my underwear back on? I'd do it myself, but as you know, I'm a little restricted here."

"Absolutely, Liv." Casey retrieved Olivia's briefs from the floor and slid them back on her. This was quite a site to see Olivia in the bed in her underwear, especially because her white tank top was completely see through as she had sweat through it.

"And second, how the hell did you think of something like that?"

"Haha, well, I'm not sure actually. I wanted to role play with you, and I thought about characters. Both of us are on the right side of the law, so I thought it would be fun if one of us was bad…and since you're a cop, I thought it would be really fun for you if you were the really bad one. I'm so sorry if I hurt you…"

"Oh no, not at all Casey, it was amazing" Olivia interrupted. "I'm now sure of how you became all-state in softball," she joked. "But seriously, anytime you want to do that again, I'm up for it."

"Well, I'll certainly put that in the memory bank!"

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