Warnings: As ever there is a BDSM warning in effect as well as spanking of an adult.
It has been too long since we have seen so BDSM action and I'm getting antsy!
Hope you enjoy this chapter and as ever I love hearing from you all so feel free to drop me a line.
All the love,
K xx.
"Are you sure you're ready for this?"
Kelly flicked his gaze to the rear-view mirror to settle on mine, the third time since we have left the house not even ten minutes ago. I suppress the urge to roll my eyes and just fix the back of Kelly's head with a hard glare.
"For the last time – I'm fine! If you're gonna baby me all day then I'll be going home now!"
Kelly ignores my little outburst and flicks his eyes back to the road again as we turn on to the firehouse's street. Matt however, turns in his seat to fix me with a glare,
"We're just looking out for you! It's a big step coming back to work"
This time I don't suppress the urge and roll my eyes before turning back to look at the firehouse as Kelly parks the car. Matt just sighs, shakes his head and grabs his bag from where it lays at his feet before pushing the car door open.
Just as I turn from getting out the car and dragging my bag out with me, a pair of hands settle on my hips. His breath warms the back of my neck as I turn to face Kelly. His gloved hand moves to cup my cheek for a second as he presses a chaste kiss on my lips before moving back slightly until we are forehead to forehead.
"Are you really sure?"
His quiet voice breaks the moment completely. I shove him hard backwards before slamming the Mustang door so hard the whole car shakes. It is still rattling as I turn and march towards the house.
They manage to catch up to me in the locker room, yet neither say a word. As they both advance towards me, my saviour appears in the form of Dawson. Coming around the corner of the lockers. With that both boys disappear off into the firehouse and leave us to change in peace. Well, Kelly left with a backwards look of "You hurt my baby again, I'll maim you" that he usually gets where his car is concerned but he really needs to cut the umbilical cord with that car as it is. As I'm shaking my head and trying to suppress a laugh at Kelly, Dawson opens her locker and proceeding to pull her shirt over her head, turns to me.
"Nice swing on that car door. Could hear Severide swearing from the Apparatus floor"
A laugh bubbles out of me until it dies with the familiar sound echoing through the house.
"Ambulance 61, Man down from unknown causes, 6529 West Moorland Drive."
"Couldn't even wait for breakfast. Gonna be one of those days!"
Gabbe huffs before slamming her locker door and taking off towards the Ambulance. I lean against my locker as the tension subsides from my body. After weeks of relaxing, tons of tests and physicals I should be ready for that bell to go off but faced with the reality, I'm not so sure. Just as the doubt creeps in, so does someone else.
"There you are! Starting to think you were taking up shop in here. You'll never guess what Lee Henry did this morning…"
With his usual high spirits and crazy stories, Hermann manages to sweep me out of the locker room, through the breakfast line and has me sitting in the dining room with a plate of food in front of me, Truck surrounding me and my ears ringing with his usual antics from his days off. The aching hole of doubt melts away in my chest.
My hand trails up Matt's chest as he removes his jacket and hangs it on the hook in the hall. He turns with a smile and presses a small kiss on my forehead before moving around me to drop his bag in our room. Trying again, I move forwards capturing his hand and pulling him back towards me. My hand presses down on his abs again, this time travelling lower to press against the crotch of his jeans. My hand manages to map out the outline of his cock before he steps back again. He throws me a frown before walking away towards the kitchen.
"Yo Severide, what do you want for dinner?"
Matt's yell echoes through the hallway and as I enter the living room, he has his back to me, his head in the fridge. Footsteps in the hall signal Kelly's entrance,
"Couldn't care less, what about you babe?"
His hands settle on my hips. I turn, cocking my head to one side, I turn to my last tactic. If either one of them is going to break first – it's going to be Kelly. After all, this celibacy campaign the boys have been running since the assault must have been killing him just as much as it has been killing me. Trailing a hand up his chest to play with a button on his shirt, I look up though my lashes,
"I'm not hungry…sir"
I feel Kelly tense under my fingers and the fridge door shuts with a loud bang behind me. I up the ante by moving my fingers to trace along the exposed portion of his chest at the opening of his shirt.
"Olivia…Liv... baby…"
Kelly's hand trails along my face as he pleads my name. I press my fingers down harder trying to break that resolve. Then Kelly's hands are on my shoulders and pushing my backwards from him. His eyes turn away, breaking contact.
"What is with both of you? I want this, why can't you both get on the same page! I'm not asking for sex straight away but something would be nice. When was last time we played around? Come on!"
Hurt colours my words as I kick a chair leg in frustration. They both don't speak. Anger wells up again in me and I turn.
"Olivia!"
Matt tries to call me back but I storm away down the hallway and into the bedroom, slamming the door hard behind me. Low murmurs of talking filter through the closed door, from the changes in tone I can tell Matt's putting up one hell of a fight.
A few minutes later, the door opens and both enter. Kelly leans on the door jamb as Matt moves closer. There is silence for a second, then Matt breaks it,
"You sure?"
"For god sake! If either one of you ask me that one more time…"
I move a few steps forward and press my hand against his cheek - rubbing my thumb across his cheekbone, I meet his gaze,
"I want this. I want both of you. I NEED both of you!"
I see his gaze turn past me to Kelly. He's got that look - the Squad Lieutenant, is this building safe; what kind of saw should we use kinda look - the look that means he's trying to read me. His uneasiness is palpable, concern glinting in his baby blues. He's dithering, both of them were; I could feel it in the air. The tension pressing down as we stand. The clock ticking in the corner, the traffic continuing past outside as I wait for their decision.
"Please!"
It's my quiet whisper that breaks the tension. Matt's hand smooths across my cheek as his gaze meets Kelly's over the top of my head for a second. Speaking without words, they decide.
"Okay… okay. Nothing too extreme for today though alright baby. We gonna go real easy on you."
I feel Severide step up behind me, his body warmth, seeping into my skin. Calloused hands smooth down my arms to ever so slowly clasp my wrists and guide them backwards. The pressure is so light it is barely even there as my hands move behind me to clasp at the small of my back. I squeeze my eyes shut as my chest tightens. I try to push down the cold shudder runs down my spine. I'm being silly - it's not like Aiden ever grabbed me from behind or pinned my hands down. This should be easy - untouched, unmarked by his assault. Yet my breath starts to speed up anyway, I try to level it out, pushing air out through my mouth and in through my nose. A hand presses behind my shoulder blades startling me out of my little trace,
"Deep breath in, Love"
Kelly's voice in quiet in the room as his hands slide back up my arms, releasing my wrists. Matt moves in closer in front of me as my head falls forward on to his chest.
" 'm sorry…"
I can feel Matt frowning even with my head buried in his chest. It almost makes me giggle… almost. A hand worms its way around my neck to get a finger under my chin. With that he raises it to make eye contact.
"Stop. It's not your fault. AND we were meant to be going easy on you!"
He stresses the words as his eyes move over my head to find Kelly. I push Matt slightly to get him to stop glaring at Severide but there was no need, Matt's gaze turns soft again in the next blink. Clearly something has been communicated over my head again, clearly Kelly has a plan - then again, he always does.
My back goes cold suddenly and I swing around to find out where Kelly has gone. Arms clasp around me, pulling me in to Matt's chest as I watch Severide move away to the chest of drawers at the side of the room. As I admire Kelly's very nice butt as he bends to search for something, Matt's hands make a detour from my shoulders to slide up and down my sides tracing invisible patterns. Kelly withdraws two lines of soft rope from a drawer and turns back towards us. A small shudder runs through me as he strides back, I'm still trying to figure out if the shudder is arousal or apprehension when my thoughts are derailed completely as Kelly doesn't stop beside us at all. He continues towards the bed where he bends to start threading the rope through the headboard. I try to keep my gaze on him even as Matt's hands on my shoulders encourages me to turn around to face him instead.
As Kelly slips from view and Matt appears in, confusion is still swirling around in my head until Matt captures me in a kiss. I part my lips trying to keep up with his moving lips as he coaxes me further in, our tongues battle against each other until with a small sigh I let him win. My teeth nip at his bottom lip in punishment as he draws away to press small open-mouthed kisses on my neck. Its only then that, when my eyes focus, I notice we have been moving backwards. Another kiss is pressed on my neck, this time from behind me and a set of hands finds the bottom of my t-shirt and starts to pull it up. All hands disappear off of me as the t-shirt is pulled over my head, a giggle escapes me as the t-shirt neck gets stuck around my chin and almost pulls my nose off of my head. Hands reappear, brushing over my face in apology before they migrate back downwards - one set lands on my jeans, the other on the straps of my bra. Ever so slowly, they rid me of my jeans and bra until I'm standing in front of them in just my panties. Hands descend on them until I push them away. Both of them freeze immediately, muscles lock and hands curl into balls.
My hands move to Kelly's shirt first, pulling at the hem until he gets the message, his whole body relaxes under my touch as his t-shirt joins mine on the floor. I step backwards slightly at Severide darts at Matt and tries to pull his shirt over his head too. They tussle for a second, pushing and shoving until Matt too is shirtless. I feel the edge of the bed hit the back of my legs and perch on the edge watching both of them play-wrestle for a second. Laughter is still sparkling in their eyes as they turn to face me and they advance. One comes either side of the bed, I dart my eyes between the two of them until Kelly pats the top of the bed,
"Up here love."
I nod scouting my way up the bed until I'm laying face up between the two of them. It's then that the rope comes in – Kelly moves to pull one knotted end of the rope from above me on the mattress. My body locks up as I wait for him to tie my wrist yet as my breath picks up, I realise the rope is too short to be tied around my wrist. The end is knotted and realisation dawns as Kelly pushes the knotted end into my hand.
"You let go of that rope we stop…immediately. Do you hear me?"
I nod and start to turn my head to look at Matt but as I do a hand catches my chin and turns me back to Kelly. He looks stern, his eyebrows furrowed slightly,
"Words Olivia"
"I understand Sir. If I want you to stop, I let go of the rope."
"Good girl"
Kelly moves to kneel to the left of me on the bed and I wait for him to straddle my legs, like he has done every time in the past. Yet this time, he stays put. Relief and a pang of longing flicks through me - I kinda want feel his familiar weight on me, the thought causes a zing of arousal to flit through me yet at the same time, after my reaction to having my hands held down, I'm not sure I could handle him being on top of me… not just yet. The bed dips as Matt moves to kneel on my right-hand side and I tense waiting for their hands to touch.
Matt's POV
It's like walking on eggshells - every touch, every push and every caress is suddenly so important. We're both watching Olivia's reactions double what we would of before – every tense of her muscles, every tremble that runs through her. I sit back slightly as Kelly leans forward to Liv. I'm still not completely sold on the whole idea currently, but Liv and Kelly seem to be sure that this is the right thing and I'll let him take the lead on this.
He pulls another line of rope off of the bedside table behind him and taps Olivia's side,
"Arch your back for me love."
Kelly threads the rope under her, bringing it back across her torso, just under her breasts before tying a series of knots at the side. I settle backwards on the bed as he continues to wrap the rope around Liv's body, front; back; over and under her shoulders and breasts, tying complicated knots as he goes. Not what the trainers at the Academy probably had in mind when they taught Kelly in squad training. The concentration on Kelly's face as he weaves the ropes in and out causes me to hard in my jeans. I don't know what it is about him when he is like this – maybe it's the look in his eyes, or the skill in which he's moving the ropes or even just the dominant air that he is throwing off but whatever it is, it is undeniably arousing to me.
Kelly runs a finger under the ropes as he checks the bindings and sits back. My cock jerks slightly in its denim prison at the sight in front of me. Liv's whole torso is covered with rope. They wind over her shoulders, cradle her breasts and loop around her ribs in intricate and Celtic style knots. Her eyes are closed, head tilted backwards on the pillow as her chest rises and falls heavily.
My hands move of their own accord to trace along the ropes. They twist and turn under fingers and a small whimper slips from Liv as my fingers brush her skin lightly. Lightning quick a slap echoes around the room and a red hand print appears on Liv's inner thigh, Kelly's voice is deeper and rougher,
"Don't move. Not a sound"
Liv nods acknowledgement but it doesn't last very long and Kelly trails his fingertips up the outside of her thigh. The touch is small, minimal but Liv arches up. Again, a slap comes down, this time on the other thigh. I raise my gaze to Kelly, raising an eyebrow as my hand hovers over Liv. Unsure if I'm meant to participate in this little game. He nods and guides my hand to her arm, gesturing to avoid her breasts. I nod back and his hand disappears from my arm and back down to her legs.
Liv's POV
The whole world has narrowed to the light touches ghosting over my body. I'm shaking from the effort to stop moving under their touch – shuddering at their ticklish movements. Harsh slaps bring bursts of pain to echo through the gentleness. My thighs burn from the slaps but I still clench them, trying to get the pain to linger. It's shoots upwards in to my pussy and causes me clench downwards on nothing again. Yet as the minutes tick on they still don't move anywhere towards either my pussy or my breasts. It's unreal how aroused I am from them touching places that usually aren't that sensitive or sexy. Kelly's calloused fingertips again brush the ball of my foot as Matt's trace along my collar bone. I shift and the wet fabric of my panties brushes on my clit, the burst of pleasure is then coupled with the hard flash of pain as a hand descends on my thigh again.
If that wasn't enough torture, every time I suck a breath of air in the ropes around my ribs tense. It's not painful, it's just a constant pressure and reminder that they are there. As time carries on, they become less oppressive and more tender – they feel like they are holding me together. That safe sensation coupled with the boys touches finally helps to drift backwards and away from myself. I'm drifting, a pleasant buzz echoes through my ears.
Kelly's POV
Liv's body goes lax under us all of a sudden and I move to grab Matt's hand. I duck my head at Liv's face. Her eyes are open but glazed, unseeing. She lays perfectly still under us as I move to grab Matt's face and pull him to me. Our lips meet and all of my ignored arousal comes back in full force. I clamp down on it. It'll have to be ignored for a little while longer, just whilst we have Liv in sub-space below us.
We move simultaneously, Matt prying her hands off of the ropes at the top of the bed whilst I carefully and slowly undo the ropes around her body. It's a shame, she looks so beautiful encased in ropes. As the last rope falls away and I toss it on to the floor beside the bed, Matt finishes rubbing blood back into her arms.
Liv is pulled between us as we lay as a trio, arms around each other and wait for Liv to come back up slowly. Both of us keep up a stream of murmurs of "good girl…" and "so good baby girl" in her ear the whole time. As she starts to come up she begins to move slightly under us, her arms twitches and one manages to brush against Matt's crotch accidentally. He turns his head into the pillow below him but the groan is still audible.
I move to press a kiss on Liv's head before pulling Matt in. His kiss is hungry and I can feel the desperation and arousal as we kiss.
"I'll take care of that later"
I whisper in his ear before brushing a hand over his crotch teasingly. He bites down on my lip in retaliation. His response however, made it my turn to groan as my arousal spiked,
"Those lips are gonna look real good around my cock Kelly!"
Just as I open my mouth to shot back a response, Liv groans below us and her eyes flicker open. The glazed look is gone, but as she moves a hand to try and cup my cheek, she almost takes my eye out with her fingers. Matt gently cups the back of her head and helps her drink some water as I lean off of the bed to grab an energy bar out of the bedside cabinet to feed to her. As her co-ordination returns and the last of sub-space leaves, she looks up and pouts.
Running a finger over her lips, I raise an eyebrow questioningly,
"I didn't cum"
She huffs and a laugh spills out of me before I can stop it,
"We were taking it slow love"
Matt reprimands her but his tone is light. The relief that she is okay and not having a mental breakdown is tangible in both of us. Liv looks really serious for a second as this sinks in and then smiles slightly before curling up into Matt's side and nudging me with her foot and a glint in her eye,
"I'm hungry now"