Chapter 54: Payback's a Bitch
Olivia shuffled through the bedroom trying not to make too much noise and wake Elliot. She knew he wouldn't be sleeping for much longer without her body warmth, he never did. It was one of the many small things she learned about him in all the time they spent together since they began dating.
She dug through her bag and finally found the lingerie that Alex bought for her and headed to the bathroom to get changed. After about twenty minutes of getting dressed and primped, she stepped back to look at herself in the mirror.
The white lace and satin gown hugged her curves and complimented her olive skin perfectly. It had thin straps and the cups of the bra were low cut and mostly lace allowing most of her breast to show. There was also a strip of lace along the left side of the gown that was see through and the rest was satin and hung to her upper thigh barely covering her intimate parts. The waistband of the matching lace panties fit just below her baby bump and left little to the imagination including her ass cheeks. If she bent over you could easily see everything and that's exactly what she wanted.
She did her make up lightly but accentuated her lips with cherry red lipstick. She curled her hair and fluffed it out a little bit. The final touch was the white high heels made of the same material of the nightgown. With everything in place and the bedroom set up the way she wanted she proceeded to walk out into the living room.
Elliot was still sleeping but he was starting to toss and turn a little but so she knew he would be awake soon. To speed up the process she went into the kitchen under the guise of fixing lunch. She purposely started to rattle a few plates together and was soon rewarded with the sound of his sleepy voice.
"Liv?" he called out. He was still unable to see her from where she stood in the kitchen.
"I'm in here fixing lunch," she called out innocently. "How about something quick? I could fix us some turkey subs"
"That's fine but I'm not really all that hungry, come back and lay down with me," he pleaded not wanting to open his eyes.
"Honey we need to eat or at least I do. It won't take long to make." She peeked around the fridge and saw his eyes were still closed.
"Ugh," he groaned and rolled over facing the opposite direction so she decided to step it up a notch.
She put the ingredients on the subs as fast as she could and pulled out some fruit and pasta salad she made the day before from the fridge. She walked over to stand in front of the couch where Elliot laid with the two plates in her hand.
"Honey, I forgot did you want mustard on yours?" she asked. The proximity of her voice caused Elliot to open one of his eyes to get ready to answer her but he was stunned silent. His head shot up from the pillow and he rubbed his eyes to make sure he was fully awake and not seeing things.
"El? Mustard?" she asked again trying to act nonchalant. In reality, she was trying hard to stifle a laugh at his response to her.
"uh-I," he struggled to say and looked her from head to toe with his mouth wide open. He instantly felt himself begin to harden at the sight of her and couldn't form a coherent sentence. She was absolutely stunning.
"El?" she asked again. "Can you hear me? I need to know."
He continued to stare at her blinking fast and his eyes rested on her ample cleavage that was spilling out the top of her gown.
"I'll just go get it. Let me set these down."
She bent over to set the plates down on the table next to the couch, the cheeks of her ass eye level with him. She heard him let out a low growl that immediately caused her nipples to harden but she was determined to stay strong. "Be right back."
He watched her walk to the kitchen and she added an extra sway knowing his eyes would be glued on her.
"Here you go," she said as she returned and set the mustard on the table. Elliot sat straight up his lips forming a lazy smile waiting for her to sit down next to him so he could get a better view of what she was wearing and touch the material. It looked soft and it was it was extremely sexy on her but he was interested in taking it off as soon as he could.
"Oh man I'm famished," she sighed dramatically as she side stepped him and sat in the lounger opposite the sofa away from him. He looked at her a little confused wondering why she wasn't sitting next to him and frustrated that he couldn't easily touch her. He watched her closely sensing that there was something that he was missing but he couldn't put his hand on it…literally.
She dug into her sandwich like she was really hungry but careful to make sure nothing spilled on her. She grinned internally when she felt his eyes burning a hole in her and satisfied that everything was going to plan so far. It was time to move on to the next phase.
"Mmmm," she moaned. "This is so good. I had no idea I was so hungry. El, baby why aren't you eating?" she said looking at him wide eyed like she was concerned.
"Because I would rather be tasting you instead of this sandwich," he said giving her his patented predatory look that always broke her down but she was determined to stay strong. She hurried and looked away and focused back on her food.
"Babe there's plenty of time for that. I just need to eat," she said rubbing her stomach. She knew he wouldn't stand in the way of her eating because of the baby and it bought her a little more time.
"Ok, you're right. Just hurry. Please," he said rubbing his hands on his thighs trying to stop himself from reaching out to touch her. He tried to take a bite of his food but he couldn't concentrate and his appetite was suddenly nonexistent. He tried to look down so he wouldn't look at her but then his eyes caught notice of her red toenails in the high heels and his gaze slipped up her long legs. He thought about those legs wrapped around his waist while he pounded into her and was struggling to contain his hard on. He was ready to say something when he made the mistake of looking up and caught her sucking on her pickle spear. Her red full lips sucking on the pickle was almost too much for him to bear.
"Mmmm," she moaned purposely before taking a little bite. "I never thought I would be one of those pregnant women who craved pickles but this is just what I need right now. I could just suck all of the juice right out of it."
He shifted on the couch and groaned involuntarily at her words. His erection was becoming harder and harder to contain.
"Where did you get that?" he said waving a finger up and down gesturing at the lingerie.
"Oh this old gown. It's just a little something I picked up while I was out shopping with the girls. Do you like it?" she asked batting her eyelashes flirtatiously with a glow in her eyes. It took him a minute of them staring at each other before he realized what she was up to. His lips slowly drifted up to a sly smile. She smiled in return when she realized he was on to her.
"I do actually. Very much. When are you going to let me take it off you?" he asked bluntly.
"Who says I'm going to let you?" she shot back.
He took a deep breath not sure which direction he wanted to go in. He wanted to challenge her and act like he didn't care if they had sex or not but there was no way he was going to win that fight. He had been dying to be inside her since their morning session was interrupted and the way she looked right now did nothing but intensify his want for her.
"Liv..," he said in warning.
"Elliot please finish your food. I made that for you."
"And when I finish?"
"We'll see," she said winking at him.
Elliot took a few bites of the pasta salad and fruit watching her intently. She rubbed her thigh, tossed her hair back a few times and kept drawing his attention to her mouth whenever she could to taunt him.
"Ok, I'm done," she said letting out a sigh and he darted up off the sofa ready to head over to her but she hurried and grabbed her plate and sauntered over to the kitchen. He was ready to walk behind her but her ass once again caught his attention and he couldn't move.
Elliot decided to fight back while she played around in the kitchen and took off his shirt. He thought about taking off his sweatpants too but figured that at this point after seeing her in the lingerie he was already close to the edge and if the air hit him the wrong way he was liable to come without her touching him. Once he was out of his shirt and took a few deep breaths he walked to the kitchen and got ready to step up behind her and grab her waist. She sensed him right when he got close and side stepped him again.
"Liv, ok. You've made your point. I don't really know why you are making it but nevertheless it's made," he said holding his hands up in surrender. Her eyes dropped to his chiseled chest and his beautiful biceps. He followed her gaze and began to smile thinking she was about to give in. He stepped towards her again and she took another step back.
"El, I think we need to talk," she said seriously.
Her tone took him off guard and he rubbed his hand roughly down his face.
"About what?" he asked through gritted teeth.
"About what's about to happen," she said beginning to smile.
He returned her smile and crossed his arms across his chest.
"The only thing that's about to happen Liv is I'm going to peel that gown off of you, kiss every inch of your beautiful skin and fuck you senseless," he said in a low tone that caused her to sway momentarily on her feet. She felt the wetness on her underwear and knew they were very close to becoming useless. She struggled to hold her stance.
"You're very sure of yourself Stabler," she whispered moving closer to him. His eyes were closed and she listened as his breathing became labored. "And your scenario may happen but not until I tell you to."
His eyes blinked open in confusion.
"Excuse me?"
"We are going to go into the bedroom, I'm going to slip this nightgown off and I'm going to be in control. You are not going to touch me until I tell you to." She rubbed her lips across his barely touching and not kissing him. Her tongue licked his lips and his breathing hitched.
"How can you expect me not to touch you Liv?"
"You are a strong man El. I'm sure you'll figure it out."
He exhaled deeply trying to get his wits together.
"You're so strong El," she breathed and stroked his arm softly moving to his chest tracing lazy patterns along it feeling the goosebumps on his skin. "You're so sexy baby." She started to kiss his neck and he kept his hands in the pocket of his sweatpants trying to not touch her but he was so hard he thought he was going to explode. "And such a good father," she breathed in a low tone kissing up his neck to his ear. He couldn't help himself and reached out to touch her but her reflexes were quick and she grabbed his hands. "If you try to touch me again. Then you don't get to fuck me senseless. Got it?"
"Shit," he said under his breath.
"Now where was I? Oh yeah," she put her lips back onto his neck and worked her way up the side of his face planting kisses along the way. "But you know one of the things I love most about you El. You're so funny. Like when you sent that picture out to everyone." His eyes darted open."Payback's a bitch," she whispered in his ear.
"Baby.."
"Shhh," she put her finger on his lips to quiet him. "You said you couldn't wait to see how I would pay you back. Remember that?"
He was silently cursing himself. For all his sarcastic comments he made to her on any given day he was now pissed at himself for making that one because he was paying dearly for it in this moment. He thought that if he could just somehow get his fingers inside her underwear and begin to stroke her or hurry and find that spot on her neck that always made her weak that he would be able to end this and change her mind. He didn't want to take the chance that she would move and quickly shut him down for the rest of the evening. Olivia was pretty stubborn when it came to proving a point and he just wasn't willing to take a chance that he wouldn't be making love to her tonight.
"Follow me," she said grabbing his wrist and leading him to the bathroom. He tried to focus on the carpet and the walls, anything that would turn him off a little bit but her legs and everything about her was taunting him.
"Sit here." She led him to the edge of the bed near the nightstand, parted his legs with hers and stood between his thighs. He took another deep breath to steady himself.
"Ok I have these handcuffs here. I don't want to have to use them so if you are good and keep your hands to yourself until you are told then we won't have to. If you can't keep your hands to yourself then either it's the handcuffs or we don't have sex at all. Understood?"
"Yeah," he choked out.
"Good," she responded and kissed him softly on the lips. "Now lean back on the bed," she whispered in his ears. Olivia watched as he scooted back and rested his head on the headboard with his legs shoulder length apart. His erection was bulging through his pants. She thought about touching him but figured she was torturing him enough and she wasn't done yet.
When he rested against the headboard, Elliot saw the single chair sitting a few feet from the end of the bed. She walked slowly over to the chair and stood in front of it. She held his gaze for a few seconds before she began.
"It's a shame you can't touch me Elliot. Because I love when you touch my breasts," she said moving her hands over her breasts and squeezing gently. "When you squeeze them and flick my nipples," she moaned matching her movements with her words. Elliot let out a strangled groan watching her realizing what she was doing. She continued to squeeze and knead her breasts before moving her hands gently down her body. His eyes dropped following her hands. "I really like it when your hands are here," she said rubbing on her upper pelvis. "I like it when you tease me, knowing I'm really dying for you to touch me here." Her hands cupped her covered mound and they both moaned simultaneously. She rubbed her hand back and forth watching his reaction, which turned her on more. "I'm so wet already El," she whispered.
"Liv please," he begged but she ignored him and continued.
She repeated the motions, touching herself all over and then turning around, bending over giving him a great view of the curve of her ass while she slowly slipped off her high heels.
Elliot was losing the battle and swore he had never been more turned on his entire life.
When she stood back up she leisurely smoothed down the straps of her nightgown with her back still to him, letting it fall to her feet. She waited a few precious moments before she turned around and he gasped at seeing her breasts and her erect caramel nipples pointing at him.
"You are so beautiful baby." His voice was deeper than she ever heard him before and she was getting more and more turned on watching how much he wanted her. His eyes were low and his blue eyes were almost black. He was overcome with desire and she didn't know how much longer she could hold out.
She played with the thin waistband on her panties and slid them down her thighs discarding them next to her gown. She then sat down on edge of the chair and leaned back spreading her legs giving him a perfect view of her glistening core. She started the process of rubbing her breasts again rolling the nipples between her fingers.
"Mmmm..feels good," she moaned. Elliot's breathing was speeding up and he fought himself to hold back so when he came it would be inside her and not in his pants. "Jesus Liv," he whispered his chest rapidly rising and falling.
She let go of her breasts and her hand began to descend. When he saw her legs spread when her hands got closer he held his breath in anticipation of what was coming next. She rubbed herself intimately back and forth and then sunk one finger inside.
"Ohhhhh," she groaned loudly throwing her head back. She moved her finger slowly in and out before adding a second. She began to pant while her fingers moved and he clinched the covers beneath him watching her.
"Liv please. Please let me touch you. Let me make you come," he begged. "Please baby."
He was on fire and he couldn't take it anymore. She kept up her leisurely pace for a bit longer but the truth was she had no intention of coming unless it was due to Elliot. She stilled her hand and looked at him with drowsy eyes.
"You want to make me come?" she asked crawling up the foot of the bed.
"Yes please."
She threw his discarded sweatpants on the floor and tugged his boxers down. His breath hitched when the material rubbed against his erection. Once his glorious length was exposed she thought about taking him in her mouth but she knew that neither one of them would last. She straddled his thighs and moved up his body. He got ready to touch her and she stopped him.
"I didn't say you could touch me," she whispered and put his hands level with the side of his head. He took another deep breath knowing what was about to happen trying to make sure he didn't come the second he was inside her. She positioned his length at her entrance and sunk down excruciatingly slow onto him. They both groaned at the contact and Olivia leaned over to tangle her fingers in his.
She began to move slow at first pulling herself up almost the entire length of him and sinking back down but because they were both so close her pace quickly picked up.
"Shit, that feels so good," he breathed. "I'm so close," he warned her. He didn't want to come before her but he was struggling to hold on. His neck muscles were clenching with restraint while she continued her feverish pace.
"Oh god, ahhhh," she cried out throwing her head back. She let go of his hand and sat straight up. Elliot opened his eyes to see her rubbing her breasts as she moved up and down on him. He started to feel the beginnings of her orgasm and knew he wouldn't last much longer.
"Now Elliot," she breathed. "Touch me."
He reacted instantly sitting up grabbing her hips and grinding her down completely on him. His face was in her neck and wrapped her arms around his back as he pounded into her.
Her eyes rolled back in her head as she shattered around him and screamed out his name over and over. He spilled into her at almost the same time. He was holding on as long as he could but as soon as he felt her let go he poured himself inside, her muscles tightening and milking every bit of his orgasm from him. Olivia's spasms continued for several minutes when they were done and she rested her head on his sweaty shoulder. She was exhausted and was trying to catch her breath. Elliot was trying to come back down to earth from his intense orgasm but was worried about her.
"You ok? I didn't hurt you did I?" he asked still waiting for his heartbeat to regulate.
"I'm fine. Just tired," she responded while yawning.
He continued to hold her in his lap rubbing her back and planting feather like kisses along her shoulder, neck and hair.
"You will go all out to prove a point won't you?" he joked.
"I told you that you would pay for that stunt," she said.
The truth was her stunt was less about payback and more about acting out a fantasy she always had of taking complete control over him in the bedroom. She decided she would tell him that later and bask in the glory that her idea worked.
"And pay dearly I did. I can't stand to not touch you Liv," he said leaning back causing her head to lift off his shoulder. He kissed her on the lips and ran his fingers through her hair.
"I love you so much and for the record you can pay me back anytime."
