Writer Notes: BE WARNED. There is a massive amount of implied consent in this chapter, and if you need verbal consent for kinky behavior, please do not read this. ALSO, eternal thanks to the genius of words, LivEinziger for writing the last couple paragraphs of this!

Chapter Two: Elliot

Her hips lifted for him as he undid the buttons of the suit pants he'd watched her slide up over her ass that morning while he lay in bed — it was one of the highlights of his married life, the way she walked leisurely and clothelessly around their apartment each day, sometimes delaying her morning routine to wake him with lips closed around his erection or to let him follow her into the shower and kneel on the tile floor to taste her as she came.

He sat up on his knees and roughly tugged the thin fabric over her hips, revealing the naked curve of her ass, his view obstructed only by her silky, black thong — attire that he'd certainly not been mad about during their time as sexually-tense partners but that now drove him wild with envy and desire at the thought of the other man who called her "partner." He wished she'd wear the same shoulder pads and baggs pants that his own puritanical partner wore, but he knew it wouldn't hide the fuck-me eyes and coy smile that had brought him to his knees.

He hadn't known what he was missing those two years they'd sat in their patrol car together, both fantasizing about the sex life they had now — one in which his attempts at sparking her jealousy only sparked her interest yet she could set him on fire at the mere mention of another man's existence. In truth, he couldn't imagine defending himself to a jealous wife, and he secretly loved how Olivia taunted him into taking his jealousy out on her. He was a fucking hypocrite, and he'd found the perfect fucking match for it in this infuriating woman beneath him.

He hardened even more at the cracking sound of his palm against her supple flesh and the surprised yelp she let it out in response. He slapped her again, adding a second red handprint to the olive skin of her ass but hearing only a sharp inhale from her mouth as she tilted herself ever so slightly to meet the impact. One more time for good measure, his hand came down loudly on the same cheek, eliciting another satisfying sound of pain and pleasure.

Finally, he undid his pants and pushed them down his hips, his hard length swaying above her with the momentum of its release from his jeans. He lowered himself to let it graze her, and she lifted her ass to encourage him as they both groaned at the relief of his penis against her skin. He let the weight of his hips fall back onto her, rubbing the bottom of his shaft against her curves and up onto her lower back before he pulled away again, despite her impatient sighs of protest.

He wrapped his fingers around the band of her thong and yanked it down hard, letting it stay with her pants around the middle of her closed thighs. He placed the pads of his fingers at her entrance and felt the wetness gathering there, then slid his slick fingertips down over her clit and back as she moaned.

Suddenly he plunged forward, and she cried out as his engorged cock filled her deeply with one swift, hard motion. He sunk his fingertips into the muscular flesh of her ass as he held himself deeply inside her. Then he pulled himself out of her as quickly as he'd entered and lifted himself onto his knees before using the hold he had on her hips to flip her over onto her back between his legs, her wrists crossing over each other. She looked up at him, silent and wide-eyed, a little smirk pulling at her lips as he slowly undid the buttons of her shirt. He opened the fabric and ran his palms over the expanse of her smooth stomach up to her bra, which he pulled down, exposing her breasts just as he lowered his mouth to one, sucking on her soft skin as he took her nipple between his teeth. He didn't take his time on her as his mouth traveled rough nips and kisses down her stomach, hip, and thigh. Once there, he took hold of the clothes that still clung to her and pulled them down ahead of his mouth's path down her legs. He yanked them over her feet before grabbing her ankles and pulling them apart as he climbed back on top of her.

Just as his lips pressed into her neck, he felt her body hitch as he buried his length into her heat again. He covered her mouth with his, muffling her sounds as he ground himself deeper into her.

She arched her back as much as she could, wanting his body to meet as much of hers as possible with every violent thrust. She groaned in frustration at the metal that kept her hands above her head as she lifted her knees high to wrap around his back, desperate to cling to him, unsure if she wanted to slow his vicious momentum or pull him even deeper into her. He lifted himself further from her, gripping the back of her thighs and pushing them higher, opening them further as he fucked her. She gritted her teeth as his thumb dug into the soft flesh on the inside of her thighs, where he held her legs up and open as he rammed into her

She felt his rhythm shift as he dropped to his forearms, letting her legs once again wrap around his waist and pull him against her skin. He pressed into her nerves, grunting each time his length hit the deepest parts of her

"El-Elliot, I need-" she huffed under the weight of him, but the rough skin of his palm clamped over her mouth before she could plead further for release, and he seemed to feed off her desperation, decreasing his movement to an excruciatingly slow pace, making her whimper into the unforgiving silence of his palm.

Clearly, it was time for his revenge.

The hurried, shallow breaths that she managed through her partially-covered nostrils stood out as everything else moved in slow motion. He was giving every inch of her depths special attention, making it all even more painfully, unsatisfyingly delightful.

Her hands felt even more restrained in contrast to his own roaming free, sinking into every inch of her defenseless skin as she writhed beneath him, sparking the occasional smile from his lips between his sparse groans of pleasure.

Olivia knew that if she stopped complaining, he would lose track of their battle and pick up the pace, and she loved being right. To her frustration, however, the few vigorous pumps that he allowed himself were for his benefit only, because almost as soon as she felt her release nearing, he spilled his seed into her with one final, deep thrust.

Then his hand was gone, his body left hers, and before she could catch her breath, he was walking away from the bed toward the bathroom, where he shut the door and turned on the water, leaving her secured to the bed, unfinished and unable to satisfy herself. The cuffs dug into her wrists with her own frustration as she listened to his long, relaxing shower.

Thanks for reading, my loves! Let me know if you'd like part 2 of Chapter 2.