The warnings: this story will contain spanking of an adult, BSDM theme, polyamourous relationship between three people.

With the relationship now back on track - time for some smut!

I apologise for such a long delay for this chapter to be posted – I didn't realise it had been so long. I was having trouble trying to get the dynamic to work right between the characters.

Special shoutout to Starwarslover4life for getting me moving to post this chapter – thank you for such a nice review and I hope that this is everything that you have been waiting for!

As ever please review or PM me – I love to know that people like what they read!

All the love

K xx

Olivia POV

I feel Matt's hand squeeze my hip lightly as he leans in to kiss the back of my neck, his lips lingering on the nape of my neck for a second. I move my head to the side to kiss Matt on the lips however before I can get close, he is moving again. He grabs his phone off of the bedside table and is moving back out of the bedroom into the hall in a blink. I sigh slightly as I turn my head back and I listen to Matt swearing slightly under his breath as he can't locate his keys and then again when his jacket gets caught on the hook.

"Severide, I'll see you at the Station in 30 okay?"

Matt hurriedly yells as he pulls the front door open and, not waiting for a response, rushes out. I start with the door banging, blinking a couple of time making my eyes come back in to focus and I realise that I have been lightly stroking my neck for the past few minutes where Matt had kissed. A memory surfaces unbidden from a few months ago–

Matt is standing behind me as I sit at the dressing table brushing my hair. As he comes up behind me I put the brush down. He leans over sliding his hands down my arms to pin my wrists on to the chairs arms. He leans in and the smell of his deodorant wafts over me as I feel his lips brush the shell of my ear. His breath tickles my ear as he whispers quietly – "You gonna be a good girl for us today? Huh, you gonna keep this pussy untouched all day for me and Kelly like a good girl? You gonna keep that little vibrator inside you all day? 'Cause if you do we'll reward you tonight" A moan vibrates in my throat,

"Yes Sirrrrr…." Just as I speak, Matt moves one hand off of my wrists and moves a hand to his pocket and the tiny vibrator in my pussy begins to vibrate causing the end of my sentence to turn in to a low moan instead.

I shake my head violently, dislodging the memory and refocusing on the mirror. As I shift in the chair to reach for a makeup brush I realise that I am dripping wet. I shake myself slightly, ignoring the pulsing need from my pussy and drop the makeup brush back on the dresser deciding against it, instead reaching for my hairbrush.

With new underwear on and my hair pulled up in a messy bun on the crown of my head I exit the bedroom and head for the kitchen. As I enter I feel my mouth go dry. Kelly is stood in the middle of the kitchen wearing nothing but a set of tight black boxers drinking a cup of coffee. His hair is wet and sticking slightly to his head – he's been in the shower then. Images come then –

Large hands press mine over my head as he bends down to press his mouth on mine as his cock pressing into me slowly. I separate our mouths so that I can tilt my head backwards with a moan as he fills me completely. He takes the opportunity to press a kiss to my neck and then in true Kelly-style bite down, sucking hard to add a hickey. I go to tell him off – I'm gonna get so much stick from the rest of Truck tomorrow now for the massive hickey prominent on my neck but as I open my mouth to say all of this I catch his eyes. Water is cascading down his back and over his shoulders, his hair is wet, sticking to his forehead, but his blue eyes are sparkling with laughter. The words in my throat turn to a moan as he uses his very nice set of abs to pull out slowly and then thrust back in hard and managing to get just the right angle to hit my g-spot before stilling inside me for a second. He continues this slow pull and hard push right on my g-spot until Casey bangs on the bathroom door and tells him to hurry up and finish fucking me so that we can leave for Molly's.

I blink and refocus my attention back to the present. He's smirking – that infuriating smirk which shows he knows exactly what I am thinking about. He sets the cup down on the table before sauntering towards the bedroom behind me, stopping to press a kiss on my cheek.

"Gonna have some breakfast babe?"

He calls over his shoulder as he kicks the bedroom door ajar behind him. I swear under my breath as I close my eyes and take a deep breath in, trying desperately to calm myself down. But to no avail – with only kisses and limited touches from both the boys since the "Casey incident" nearly three weeks ago I am going stir crazy.

I'm washing up the discarded plates and coffee cups when Kelly decides to make an appearance again from the bedroom – at least this time he is clothed. A small part of me is disappointed after all he is hot as hell without a shirt on. A detail that Kelly knows very well – however the larger part of me that is sexually frustrated and ready to jump either of the Lieutenants is very happy that he is clothed and hiding temptation. However, Kelly clearly isn't done being a tease this morning. I try to ignore him however, he comes around the kitchen table to stand directly behind me. After a second of trying to ignore him and his gaze boring in to the back of my head I turn, drying my hands on a tea towel to face him – I know Kelly well enough to know that he is stubborn enough to stand there for the next hour and I also know that he has to be at a Lieutenants meeting at the firehouse in 10 minutes so I cave for the sake of not getting him in trouble with the Chief. I cross my arms across my chest,

"What? You have to leave - you're gonna be late!"

Kelly rolls his eyes before moving further forward pushing until he is between my legs and pulling my arms down from across my chest. He cups the side of my neck with his hand, his thumb pressing into my jaw as he tilts my head before slotting his mouth over mine. I moan slightly and press into the kiss. The other of his hands gravitates to my butt and he grips tightly. I gasp and Kelly takes advantage sliding his tongue into my mouth. He strokes his tongue along mine as he pulls me even closer to him. Just as I am getting in to the kiss, he pulls away and, tucking a stray hair behind my ear, moves backwards. He grabs his keys off of the kitchen counter before shooting me a cocky smirk and walking backwards towards the front door. I'm still pressed against the counter – my oxygen starved brain trying to catch up with the programme. I glare at him as he waves before grabbing his jacket and going out the front door with a quick,

"See you later babe"

I tip my head back against the kitchen cabinets with a thud as I try to gain my breath back and contain the urge to throw something at the door after him. I swear under my breath as I move to put the plates back in the cupboard and freeze – great another pair of underwear soaked and ruined within 30 minutes of each other. The boys really had a lot to answer for today.

Kelly's tongue is buried deep in my pussy and I feel my legs shake again as they nearly give out at the pleasure. He slaps a hand down on one of my ass cheeks scolding without moving his mouth. I whimper but straighten them again. I try to spread them wider however the jeans at my ankles hamper this effort and I shift slightly trying to transfer some of my weight from my feet on to the coffee table I currently have my hands on instead. I am bent from the waist forwards in the middle of the living room as Severide presses his magical tongue into my sopping wet hole again. His hands are holding me close to him as he remains seated on the sofa behind me. I feel myself start towards the edge of the precipice and again just as I get there, Kelly pulls away, licking through my folds gently bringing me down again. I cry out again as he stops just short of me cumming again for the third time in the last 30 minutes.

I chuck the TV magazine back on the coffee table with an annoyed huff as yet another memory pops into my brain. In the last hour every object in the whole apartment is causing my sex addled brain to find a memory for it. I tried to dust however I got as far as the hallway before the memory of Matt and Kelly pushing me against the hallway wall and fingering me until I came, shuddering against them still in my dress and heels came to mind.

I abandon the idea of watching the tv thus decide that laundry couldn't possible evoke any memories could it?

I move to the bedroom, open the laundry bin and tip the clothes out. Just as I move to start sorting something catches my eye – more specifically two things. Two black ties – clearly the boys had put their dress uniforms in the wash. I slid the soft material through my hands and my eyes slid shut –

I twist my wrists and feel the material bite into my skin. I can hear someone shifting on the sofa to my right and then the apartment goes silent again. I can hear the cars outside and the breathing from behind me as the blindfold across my eyes moves slightly. The person behind me pulls the knot tighter at the back obscuring even the ring of light at the bottom of the makeshift blindfold. The hand strokes slightly down my back causing me to shiver before I hear him to move away from me and then silence again. I shift my weight again from one knee to the other and then still as Kelly's voice breaks the silence.

"Look at her Matt – kneeling there so good for us."

Matt hums in agreement,

"Oh I see her Kel. Look at her pussy – she's gushing. What would you want first – her mouth or her pussy? I'd go for the mouth first – push in nice and slow and then just start fucking her throat. Hmm.. feeling her throat flex around me – nice and tight."

I moan at the image – of his cock in my mouth; filling me up, limiting my breathing, his hands on either side of my face. Just thinking about it, imagining it causes me to clench my pussy on emptiness and I whimper with want.

"Hmm… you do that, I'll finger that wet pussy. I'll slid one finger in there straight way – you'll clench against me hard, trying to pull me in further. I'll fuck you with just one until your fucking yourself down and begging me for another, then I'll slid another finger in."

I'm trying to fuck myself down on air, clenching hard, whimpering near constantly and that ball of white hot release is building low in my stomach as I listen. Somehow the darkness makes their words even hotter – just hearing their words and the rustle of their clothes as they shift on the sofa.

A passing siren outside startles me out of my memory and I drop the tie instantly. I grab the washing and chuck it back in to the bin and with a kick put the bin back at the side of the room.

I wander aimlessly throughout the apartment trying to find something that won't bring back a memory and I am cussing at the boys with every curse word I know because we have had sex pretty much everywhere in the apartment; there is no place safe from these memories. I alighting again in the bedroom just staring at the bed in despair. I wanted one of them to fuck me like they used to. After our little group chat about rules and everything a couple of weeks ago I assumed that it would return to semi-normal – yet no. They refused to touch me, refused to play anymore and it was driving me insane. Then the thought hit me like a freight train – if they wouldn't initiate a scene then why shouldn't I? God knows I was horny enough.

With that thought in mind I move pull off my tank top and jeans, toeing off my socks. I grab a pillow off of the bed before kneeling on it. My knees shoulder width apart, sitting back on my haunches, hands clasped behind my back and head bowed. With that I wait. The longer the silence fills the air, the stillness surrounding me, the further I sink in to my head. It's like a veil has been pulled over my thoughts and everything is blanketed.

I wait, wet and wanting for my Masters to come home.