A/N: Okay, so this one stemmed from a suggestion from a few people on twitter and on here, so here's what I came up with! By the way, Art-Liv's story Control WAS posted before this, BUT mine was completed before she posted as well and has been with my beta for half the day. We are both aware of the similarities in our two chaps. Apparently, dirty minds think alike, right Art? LOL Enjoy Olivia's point of view and don't forget to let me know what you think after!

Olivia took a deep breath and looked around her new office. She still couldn't believe that Cragen had retired and she was handed his position. It all felt surreal.

She'd never really been one to get off on power, but something about this promotion felt particularly exciting. It wasn't the power or control….it was the power and control over Elliot.

She'd only been in the position for about a month and he'd purposely been trying to make things difficult for her. It was about time she put him in his place. She had to stop thinking of him as her equal, and see him as her subordinate. She finally outranked him, so to speak, and she planned to take full advantage in the best way possible.

Olivia smirked as she sat back in her chair and let her imagination run wild. Everyone had gone home for the night and she had been working on some paperwork, but decided to take a much needed break. With the higher rank, came much more responsibility and she'd always been one to take her work seriously, however a few minutes to relax were important too.

Right now all she could think about was Elliot. How he'd been goading her all month, challenging her authority, fighting her every decision. She knew he was just feeling slighted and acting childish, but she couldn't help but wonder what it would be like…feel like to really take charge of him.

She closed her eyes as thoughts of making Elliot bid her every command filled her mind. Almost instantly her thoughts turned purely sexual. Thoughts of how he would fulfill her fantasies exactly when and how she told him to made her body grow warm and her panties grow damp as she imagined her usually aggressive and masculine ex-partner becoming submissive under her direction. Would she even like it? Her body told her that she just might.

Olivia rolled her hips forward slightly, rubbing against the seam of her pants in order to get some relief. It wasn't enough, so she unbuttoned and unzipped her dress slacks, immediately pressing her middle and index fingers against her clit. The blood raced through her veins as she thought of what it would be like if Elliot laid himself out for her to do with what she wanted. She knew she'd strip him bare and just take him all in, admiring his amazingly hard and sexy body for a moment. Maybe she'd make him drop down to his knees and –

"Shit!"

"Shit, oh…shit! Sorry Liv, uh Cap, uh fuck." Elliot awkwardly turned around to face the door while Olivia sat frozen, her fingers deep in her panties and inside of her, legs spread wide and backed away from her desk.

He'd seen everything.

"God, Elliot, have you ever heard of knocking?" Her cheeks were burning with embarrassment and arousal as he turned around slowly to face her again.

What the fuck was he doing?

He walked slowly over to her and knelt beside her where she was seated. She quickly removed her fingers and started to zip her pants before he stopped her by grabbing her wrist firmly.

"What were you doing here, Captain? He smiled as he eyed her fingers, still slick with her own arousal.

"Elliot," she warned, as he looked at her with that piercing gaze he saved only for her.

All of the air rushed from her lungs then as he brought her fingers to his mouth and sucked each one slowly as she stared on stupidly.

"You taste good," he whispered.

"I-I'm your boss now," she choked out, realizing she wasn't making much sense.

Elliot chuckled and leaned in closer to whisper hotly against her ear, causing her skin to tingle. "So teach me a lesson."

She narrowed her eyes at him and smirked mischievously. "Remember you asked for it, Elliot."

His eyes widened slightly in question and surprise as she yanked her wrist from his grasp to cup him roughly through his pants. "Lay down on my desk."

Elliot licked his lips, apparently enjoying this side of her as she cleared off her desk. He then hopped on to lay on his back, fingers laced behind his head with his elbows facing out. "C'mere," he demanded with a cocky smile.

Olivia chuckled lowly. "Oh no, you don't get to call the shots right now. You've been nothing but a spiteful pain in the ass the past few weeks and now you're going to get what you deserve." She watched with satisfaction as the smile left his face and was replaced with a look of arousal, his breaths now coming in short pants as she ran her hands over his chest and began to work the buttons of his dress shirt.

Within moments he was laid out before her completely naked and hard as a rock. Olivia's eyes glazed over with lust as she began to massage his cock gently, taking pleasure in his soft groans and erratic breathing. "Now, what exactly should I do with you, Detective?"

"Take your fucking clothes off and let me touch you, Olivia," he warned.

She gave him a half smile as she slowly undressed and climbed on top of him, straddling him on her desk, hovering over him. Elliot thrust against her, moaning in frustration when he felt her soaking entrance against his dick.

Olivia leaned in to kiss him deeply, sucking on his bottom lip as she lowered to roll her hips against his bare erection. Elliot immediately gripped her ass tightly and slammed it down hard over him causing them both to cry out.

She then slid down his body to take him in her mouth, teasing him lightly with her tongue, keeping him on the verge.

"Oh, God, Liv…I'm not going to last –"

"Beg me for it," she said throatily, right eyebrow quirked.

"Wha- I don't beg." Was she fucking kidding with him right now?

Olivia sat up and away from his body. "That's too bad because you could really use a lesson in respect for authority."

They stared at one another in stubborn challenge for a long while.

She leaned back in and licked his tip before swallowing him deep, her eyes never leaving his.

"Shit." It was getting increasingly difficult to remain strong and not give in. He had never wanted a woman more than he wanted Olivia right now.

She released him again and smiled. "What do you say, Elliot?"

He groaned at her moist lips and wicked smile. He raked his gaze down her body and decided he had no shame when it came to her after all. He propelled off the desk, taking her with him and slammed her against the nearest wall, causing her to gasp in shock.

"Please, let me fuck you," he growled as he pinned her tightly to the wall, her legs wrapping around him and his hands lacing with hers on either side of her head. "I need to fuck you, Liv…let me. Now."

Olivia moaned at the low timbre of his voice and allowed herself to be surrounded in his strength, his scent, and his desire. "Then do it."

He immediately released one of her hands to guide himself inside her with one slick movement, not giving her time to adjust, and thrust into her forcefully again and again.

"Oh my God!" Olivia squeezed her thighs tighter around him and clawed at his back as he continued with his relentless pace.

"How do you like taking it, Liv? Losing your control?" Elliot pounded into her with each word. "God, you feel fucking good," he muttered breathlessly.

"Screw you, Elliot," she panted out as she clenched her internal muscles around him causing his thrusting to falter. "Grow the hell up and deal with that fact that I got the promotion!" She then continued buck roughly against him.

"Damn it, Olivia, you are so condescending!" He pulled out of her completely and raised her up by her ass, pinning her higher against the wall. He then leaned in to latch his mouth onto her nipple, sucking harshly as he felt her arch into him, moaning loudly and continuously.

"Put me down!" She panted stubbornly.

Elliot released her nipple and allowed her to slide down his body, his dick twitching as she grazed it with her warmth. She then pulled him to the ground by his arm and climbed on top of him, promptly sinking over his erection causing them both to groan. She rode him with abandon as his fingers dug painfully into her hips.

She then reached behind her to cup his balls and watched as his body began to tremble. She stopped suddenly and leaned down to whisper into his ear. "Don't come until I tell you you can."

"What the-"

His words were cut off with a loud, tortured groan as she started to move again, this time slowly, driving him mad with the need to come.

"Shit, Liv fine! Please…please," he pleaded.

"That's more like it." She winked and bit her bottom lip as she increased her pace again.

Elliot pulled her hips down firmly as he thrust rapidly a few more times and came so hard he nearly passed out. He released a string of curses as he then watched Olivia shatter above him, around him, before collapsing beside him on the floor.

They lay silently for a few minutes, only the sounds of their heavy breathing filling the room.

Finally Olivia sat up and pressed a quick kiss to his lips before standing to get dressed. "So, Detective, I'll be expecting you in my office same time tomorrow until you finally have it through your head who exactly is in charge here."

Elliot stared at her, his mouth open, and then shook his head as he laughed. "Is that an order?"

"Oh, yeah."