Despite her heels that usually made them close to the same height, he was towering over her in the elevator.
Looming.
Lustful.
Ready to cum.
In one of his hands was their food, and the other was her on bicep.
She was relatively unfazed, overwhelmed from her own arousal and the power she'd been wielding over him, and switched the vibrator on once again.
I'm gonna tie her to the bed.
A low growl filled the elevator as the doors opened, and she was pulled down the hall as his body began to shiver.
He barely got the door open before he had to lean against the wall, breathless and trying not to cum.
And break that stupid fucking remote
"You're still in the palm of my hand," she said, seductively and mockingly waving the remote in her hand.
Have been for 23 years
Snatching it from her, he tossed it aside and looked at her, eyes dark and full of fire.
"Knees."
Dominant Elliot Stabler? That's… unexpected. I like it.
She smirked, sinking down to her knees and looking up at him expectantly as he fumbled with his pants.
"Take your dress off. I don't want that to be ruined."
Still, my sweet and thoughtful man.
Doing as she was asked, she tossed it behind her on the chair, and was now completely nude, save for her heels and, making him gasp.
"I'm dripping for you El," she taunted, and he threaded his fingers through her hair.
And still putty.
"Safe word?" He asked and she cocked a brow.
Safe word?? Elliot Stabler…
"1-6"
Nodding slowly, he dragged his fingers from her hair down to cup her cheeks, pushing his thumb through her parted lips.
"Did you have fun tonight, Olivia? Teasing me? Being in charge?"
More than you'll ever know.
She nodded, obediently, and sucked gently at his finger.
"Good. Your fun ends now," he growled and she bit her lip, hard.
"You're gonna suck my cock until I cum, and then you're gonna cum until you're begging me to stop. Understood?"
Sounds like the funs just beginning.
A new wave of arousal washed over her, and swallowed and nodded, greedily reaching for and pulling him out.
"Fuck," he hissed, his hands flying back to her head when her small hands wrapped around his cock.
"In your mouth," he grumbled, backing them up to the edge of the bed so he could sit, feeling so close already.
Hungrily taking him, she moaned at how hot he was inside her mouth, throbbing slightly as she surrounded him fully.
/How long did he go without blow jobs? Putty!
"Tap my leg twice if you need to stop," he muttered, waiting for her to nod before easing himself down her throat, inch by inch.
He's so big how am I even doing this.
She swallowed around him and he grunted, pushing on the back of her head until the soft hairs at his base tickled her running nose and spread lips.
Jesus Olivia. You're a sex goddess!
"F-fuck Olivia," he grunted, his chest heaving as his ab muscles began to shake. He pressed on the back of her head and she was gagging around him.
But even sex goddesses need air.
The double tap on his thigh triggered his release of her head, and she pulled off with a pop, lines of saliva stretching from her mouth to different places of his throbbing cock.
With several gasps of air to steady herself, she gripped him firmly and began pumping with reckless abandon, as her tongue teased his tip.
He was incoherent as he tried to express his words and his muscles contracted and rippled.
The sight of his defined abs showing themselves better only egged her on, speed and sucking picking up.
That's it baby… that's it…
"Fuck Liv I… fuck Olivia," he panted. "Fuck Olivia….FUCK!"
His last profanity was deep and animalistic, and as he managed to find her eyes with his, she pulled off his head with a wicked smile.
Payback.
"Just come," she hissed, mockingly.
He was sent over the edge, falling back on his arms that now felt like jelly in an attempt to keep his eyes on the hot ropes of cum that we're soaking her face, chest, and hair.
It was never ending, and when his arms finally gave out, he fell back in a moaning and groaning heap as she continued to stroke his increasingly sensitive member.
/Bold of him to think I'd stop that easily.
She smirked proudly at the way his eyes rolled into the back of his head and his hands clenched into clawed fists. "Olivia," he grunted, finally having the strength to push her hand from him.
He was wrecked, and after she let go, she stood slowly, cum soaked and with her teeth clamped over her lip, and watched as his breathing evened.
It was then that he growled a soft command.
"Get over here."
Yes sir.
Biting down harder, she straddled him, squealing when his strong arms moved her to his face.
"Payback is going to be a bitch Benson," he said, looking up the expanse of her body from between where she straddled his face.
Good
"I do hope so," she said cockily.