When she comes to, the car is parked on his block. Lifting her head, she looks over to find him staring intently at her.
"You okay?" He asks.
"I'm great." She couldn't keep the smile off her face.
"Think you can make it upstairs? Or do I need to carry you?" He smirked.
"I think I can manage." She makes sure her dress is in place and grabs her purse. "Come on."
He's out of the car and coming to her side before she is fully out. He searches for any sign of wetness on her dress, finding nothing. The dark grey fabric most likely hiding it.
He closes her door, then locks the car and they start walking toward his building. They enter the lobby, quickly heading to the elevators. When they reach his floor, she grabs his keys and opens the door in a hurry.
Once inside, she drops her bag and his keys to the floor, then she's on him. Her fingers grab the lapel of his jacket, pulling him down to capture his lips. His tongue enters her mouth and she eagerly sucks on it. She slams him against the nearest wall while his hands pull her jacket off, dropping it to the floor. His fingers find the soaked hem of her dress, gathering and lifting it from her body, forcing them to separate.
He pushes off the wall, backing her into his living room while her fingers undo his belt and pants. He steps out of them just as her ass meets the back of the couch. He kicks his pants aside and roughly turns her body away from him. He removes her bra, leaving her completely nude, then pulls her flush against him. Hand around her throat, he licks just below her ear before capturing the lobe between his teeth.
She feels every inch of him hard against her and needs him now. "El…" her head drops back onto his shoulder. "…you're overdressed."
He ignores her, continuing his assault on her neck. He's pushing the boundaries, leaving a mark in a place that others can see. She doesn't even care. She's still not thinking straight, the effects from both mind-numbing orgasms make her reckless. She tries to turn around but his fingers tighten around her throat.
Her hands hold onto the back of the couch, needing something to ground her. Her mind was still reeling, but her body was screaming for more. "Elliot, please." Only he could make her beg.
He releases her, but pushes her forward on the couch. "Don't move," he growls.
She feels his absence and wants nothing more than to feel him pressed against her again. She thinks about moving, turning around and ripping the rest of his clothes off. Instead, she obeys him, waiting impatiently.
When he's back, there are no barriers between them. Skin to skin, body to body. She pushes back into him, ready to take everything he would undoubtedly give her. Before she could say anything, he was slamming into her.
She gasps and tightens her grip on the furniture. She's already so sensitive, but the wine in her system has her tolerance sky high. She feels his hands on her again, one gripping her hip while the other slides up her back, pushing her down further.
He's still pissed. She can feel the anger radiating off of him. His pace is unrelenting, but she can handle it. She'd poked the bear for this exact reason. Wanting him to take it out on her.
She's so lost in bliss, she doesn't realize the couch moving with the force of his thrusts until it hits his coffee table. He grabs her upper arms and pulls her up, taking a step back. His hips piston into her, staking his claim.
"You're mine," his tone is gruff. "No one else can have you."
His cock is hitting her so deeply, she doesn't think she'll be able to walk when he's done with her.
"Who does your sexy ass belong to?"
"Y-you Daddy." She replies, her pitch higher than usual.
She knows what the word does to him. The combination spurs him on, he drills her harder.
"Oooh!" She squeals, her orgasm erupting, cum gushing down her thighs like lava. Her mouth is agape but nothing comes out. No sound, no air.
She is left gasping, but can't get enough air in her burning lungs. He doesn't stop pounding into her, the juxtaposition of pain and pleasure sending another jolt through her. It's all too much.
"I can't- I can't- breathe!"
He slows his hips and pulls out of her, lifting her to his chest, one arm holding her beneath her full breasts. She inhales deeply then exhales just the same. He gives her a moment to recuperate, stroking her side with his free hand.
"You okay now?" He whispers when he sees her regaining her composure.
She giggles and looks back at him, "Shit, that was intense." Reaching back, her hand wraps around him, soaked with her wetness. "Gotta take care of this."
She turns, capturing his bottom lip between her teeth. He gently removes her hand from his throbbing cock, needing something else.
"Get on your knees," he orders sending a shiver down her spine.
Olivia knows what he wants, the look in his eyes conveys a need so dire. She sinks to the floor slowly, gracefully, holding his hips to keep her balance. His eyes never leave her, waiting for her to settle. She looks up at him signaling that she is ready for what's next.
Her parted lips are mere inches from his thick cock. He can't help but picture those plump lips around him as he pushes into the depths of her throat. If he wasn't hard as steel before, he sure is now. His hand meets her forehead, gently brushing the curtain of hair behind her ear.
"You'll need a hair tie."
"In my purse."
He reaches over her grabbing a pillow from the couch.
"Here."
She places it under her knees and waits for him to return. He doesn't take long, striding back in with purpose.
She keeps her eyes forward as he rounds her kneeling body, standing behind her. He gently gathers her silky strands and loops the hair tie around twice.
"That good?"
Her heart fluttered. Even when he was taking what he wanted, her comfort came first. That's what made her feel so safe with him. Made her love him. He was versatile, a chameleon. She didn't always know what to expect with him, but knew that she could trust him regardless.
"Yes," she whispers.
"Good." She feels his hands land on each arm and slide up to her shoulders, squeezing firmly. "You got a lot of attention tonight."
She hears the jealousy still in his voice and remains quiet as he continues to massage her shoulders.
"I get it. If you weren't mine, I'd want you too." His right hand stills while the left slowly inches up the nape of her neck, thumb rubbing circles all the way. "I'd imagine all the things I would do to this perfect body of yours."
Her heart was racing. The huskiness of his voice making her arousal drip from her core. She loved all of Elliot, but this was by far one of her favorite personas. He always knew just what to do to get her going without even trying.
"That's the part that gets my blood boiling. The thought of another man seeing you. Touching you. Tasting you." His left hand moves again, this time curling around the length of her ponytail. "I know it isn't right, but it makes me irrational. You make me irrational."
He slowly wraps her hair around his fist, tilting her head back and looking down into her eyes.
"You're perfect." He leans down placing a soft kiss on her forehead. He lifts his hand, allowing her head to straighten again. "None of them know just how perfect you are. If I have my way, they never will."
He releases her hair and comes to stand in front of her, his dick bobbing in the space between them. He's still glistening with her juices and she can't wait to suck it all off.
"You wouldn't let me work out my anger earlier and I'm still pretty heated." He grasps her chin, lifting her face toward his. "I need you to take care of that for me."
She looks up at him through her lashes, biting her lip. She thinks they'll have to get rid of the pillow underneath her, she's that wet.
"You're gonna take it all tonight. No hands." He's stroking himself now, getting ready for her. "You can hold onto my thighs. Two taps if you need air. Got it?"
She doesn't hesitate, "Yes."
"Yes, who?"
"Yes, Daddy."
He smiles for the first time since they got in, "Good girl."
This side of him weakens her resolve. When he takes complete control like this, she doesn't have to be Captain Benson. Doesn't have to make decisions. She can go with the flow, riding the waves of his ocean. Her mouth is salivating in anticipation and she is grateful for the extra spit. She knows she'll need it.
"Open wide."
She parts her lips as far as possible and awaits the onslaught.
"If it's too much, let me know." His hand grabs her ponytail then his cock fills the void. He tests her, slowly moving in and out, seeing how far she can take him before she starts to gag.
He didn't think it was possible to love her any more than he already did. But when she holds his eye contact as he's almost completely down her throat, his heart soars. He's impressed. She's given him countless blowjobs, but he's always let her have full control. Wanting her to feel safe, to trust him. Tonight, he'd taken the reins needing to know that she was his and would do anything for him.
He pulls out giving her a quick break. "Keep your tongue out." Then he's back, moving faster than before.
Her fingers grip the back of his thighs, pulling him in as deep as she could take him. The sound of his dick hitting the back of her throat moved through the room. His eyes close involuntarily and he lifts his head to the ceiling, knees getting weak from the pleasure.
"Uhh," he grunts. He felt her nails biting into his thighs and looked down to check on her. "You're gorgeous."
She felt a tear run down her cheek as he pulled back, popping out of her wet mouth. She grinned, knowing he had ruined her in the best possible way. She could imagine what she looked like, makeup running down her face, saliva coating her chin. He leaned down, kissing her sloppily, then held her face close to his.
"I'm not gonna last much longer." He searched her eyes for any signs of discomfort. "You good?"
She nods holding his gaze, "Cum down my throat. I want every drop."
His balls tightened at her words. He didn't know what he did to deserve her, but he sure as hell wasn't complaining.
"Shit." He breathed. "Come here."
He pushed past her lips for what he knew was the last time tonight. When he was completely buried, she hollowed her cheeks and sucked as hard as she could. He moved in and out furiously, his climax hot on his heels.
"Fuckkk," he groaned. "Oh God. Oh God."
She could feel him starting to pulse as she struggled to breath. With one final motion, he pushed himself into her throat and held her to his groin. She swallowed, creating a new sensation for him. His jaw clenched and his knees nearly gave way, thick spurts of cum shooting down her throat. He was lost on Planet Olivia, never wanting to return to Earth.
She held on for as long as she possibly could then slapped his thigh twice. He quickly released her, a line of spit still connecting them. He leans back, slumping against the couch needing a moment to come back to the present.
"Good God Olivia," he breathed shakily.
She looked up at him, completely wrecked. Her eyeliner streaked down her cheeks, spit covering her chin and chest. She smiled, letting him know that she was more than alright.
"Feel better?" She purred.
He finally looked down, taking her in. "Insanely."