Business Dinner, Chapter 5
Alex leaned over and placed her lips on the detective's, biting gently, begging them to part for her. Olivia pulled away, leaning over the edge of the bed toward the beside table, and fished around for the strap-on harness. She brushed the leather with her fingers and pulled it out, handing it over to Alex, who accepted it readily, though with slight question in her eyes.
"Put it on."
The apprehension faded, and Alex rose to her knees, her eyes hungry as she slid the dildo into place and situated it against her, wrapping the smooth straps around her waist, then between her legs. The brunette ran a tongue across her lower lip as Alex pulled the straps taut, buckling them into place, the fake shaft protruding from between her legs. Olivia reached over with a commanding hand, running her fingers across the smooth gray of the dildo, and pulled forward, causing Alex to drop quickly to her hands and knees in order to regain her balance. Olivia guided her forward, the bed dipping gently as the attorney crawled over her. She entwined a hand in the blonde hair and pulled Alex closer, feeling the shaft press against her own body as she closed the gap between them. She said nothing, but locked her lips onto Alex's, her tongue deeply probing the attorney's mouth.
The kiss was hungry, controlling, and Alex felt her power dwindling with the force of Olivia's tongue, even as she lay on top of her, the fake shaft rubbing against the solid stomach underneath her. She moaned as the detective gently bit her lower lip, and fought to regain the authority that she commanded at her hips. She pulled her head away from the kiss, straining against Olivia's strong hand, which was still locked behind her neck. She ran her hands across the smooth skin, flicking her fingers across the hard nipples, letting her tongue follow her touch, grazing over the goose bumps that rose freely across the brunette's skin. Still, Olivia's hand on her neck was a reminder of the dominance that she didn't possess, and Alex was again pulled upwards, the detective's lips regaining control of her own. She moaned, effectively signaling her surrender, allowing the brunette full exploration her mouth.
Without breaking the urgency of the kiss, Olivia rolled over, pinning the attorney underneath her, feeling the dildo pressing firmly into her lower belly. She felt Alex's nails on her back, the pressure of the soft scratches increasing in proportion to the brunette's own writhing. She pulled away from Alex's lips and, using the hand that was still wrapped in the attorney's hair, pulled her neck back, not too hard, but forceful enough to elicit a small gasp. Olivia pressed her lips to the tightened skin of her throat, nipping gently, running her mouth closer to the attorney's ear. "You said you wanted to fuck me. Be careful what you wish for," she said, and raised her head, taking a moment to allow her eyes to run over the flush that creeped over the blonde's neck, the way her back arched, unintentionally raising her breasts, which were peaked with hardened nipples that Olivia quickly grasped with her teeth. She released her grip on Alex's hair, and gave each nipple a tug, then moved the blonde's arms above her head, pinning them down firmly with her hands.
Alex felt her power dissolve, felt her arms weaken above her head as Olivia repeated the same pleasurable torture that she had performed earlier that morning. Her back arched into the detective's mouth as Olivia ran her tongue across her chest, capturing a nipple, biting and sucking, forcing the attorney to writhe beneath her. She finally removed her teeth, but gave Alex little room to recover before seizing the opposite nipple, taking full advantage of its hardness. Her brown eyes, dark with power, flitted towards Alex's, then higher, eyeing the attorney's wrists, which she still held pinned above her head. She looked briefly for something to tie them with, but finding nothing, decided to test a different track. She removed her hands, pleased that the attorney's arms stayed in position. "Don't move," she said.
Alex felt a deep ache in her groin at the words, and she acquiesced, keeping her hands above her. She gasped as Olivia's fingers moved again to her swollen nipples, pulling them, pinching them, her eyes not moving from her own, and Alex had to work to still her arms above her head, wanting to allow her eyes to move over the brunette's body, but not daring to move them from the dark gaze that stared down at her. Her nipples were stiff and reddened, and she willed the detective to place her skilled hands anywhere else on her body, in hopes of alleviating the pleasurable pain that knifed through her chest. Her body was clearly responding, however, and she felt the sheets wet beneath her sex, felt her clit as engorged as her sensitive nipples.
Olivia smiled down at the obedient body beneath her, meeting the blue eyes, cupping the attorney's breasts, giving her some reprieve, but not allowing her fingers to stray anywhere else, wanting her desire concentrated solely in the hardened buds. The detective rewarded her with a kiss, and Alex's head raised, eagerly accepting her lips, moaning when the brunette pulled quickly away. Olivia raised her hips, poising over the fake shaft before guiding it inside her, her gaze pinned on the lustful blue eyes as they watched it filling her slowly. Her weight pressed the dildo against Alex, soliciting a moan as the material touched her swollen clit. She cupped the attorney's breasts, taking her time in pinching both nipples, as she slid herself up and down, slowly, letting out a small moan as she enjoyed the fullness of the dildo. She ran her hands over the pale body beneath her as she leaned forward, enjoying the the way the shaft shifted inside her, pinning her gaze onto the half-closed eyes in front of her. She pursed her lips, noting that her own ministrations were giving the blonde too much initial reward, and she slowed her hips, grinding slower as she placed a hand firmly around Alex's neck. The blue eyes popped open at the unexpected touch, and although Olivia's grip was strong, she left enough slack in her fingers for the attorney to slip her safe word, but instead the hips writhed more persistently underneath her.
Alex felt her pulse quicken, and she could feel it beating into the detective's strong hand, causing her to grind her hips further into her girlfriend as she let out a thwarted moan. She felt the grip tightening, another hand stilling her hips, and she forced herself to stop moving, the pressure against her clit becoming tortuously softer. She fought the urge to slip a hand down to her breast, and instead clasped her fingers together, her body shaking as she kept them obediently above her head. The detective's grasp around her throat loosened, but the fingers still stayed wrapped around it, and the dark eyes gleamed down at her as she continued her slow thrusts.
"Who's fucking who?" Olivia asked as she rode the fake shaft, grinding her hips onto it, feeling it fill her. Alex moaned as the brunette's hands slipped from her throat, and she felt the true weight of her submission riding down on her. She swallowed, closing her eyes for a moment as she pictured herself as Olivia saw her: prone, hands splayed willingly above her, desire breaking out in a wet sheen of sweat across her body.
Olivia rode Alex harder, her hips raising and falling in a steady rhythm, and the attorney took the opportunity to meet her, thrusting her hips towards her, but solely to increase the brunette's pleasure, all too aware of the punishment that came with stealing any unbidden relief. She watched as the detective leaned back, resting her hands on the attorney's thighs, gripping them harder as she continued to pump her hips. Alex knew by the pleased look on her girlfriend's features that the angle of the shaft was now hitting her most desired spot. Olivia's hand reached up to her own breast, and she cupped it, kneading her nipple as she stared down at the creamy body beneath her, which worked to thrust the dildo further into her. She moaned lowly, feeling her desire spreading within her, and she closed her eyes, tipping her head back as she slammed the dildo into her core, bucking twice, clenching her muscles around it as she spasmed. She braced herself against the attorney's smooth stomach, moaning into the undulating muscles, her hips shuddering before finally calming. She placed a chaste kiss on her girlfriend's skin, enjoying the salty taste of sweat as she lifted herself off the dildo, settling her wet center just above the harness, on the attorney's pelvis. She brushed her hands delicately up the blonde's arms, her fingers tickling her lightly as she brought the hands around her own neck, leaning into Alex and giving her a gentle kiss.
Alex worked to steady her breathing, her own desire still throbbing painfully underneath the harness. "I wouldn't exactly call that 'fucking' you," she said, her eyes clouded with an insatiable lust.
"No?" Another kiss on the blonde's lips, trailing down to her neck, as Olivia muttered seductively, "What did you have in mind?"
Alex let out a whispered moan as the detective's lips moved closer to her ear. "I wanted to be inside you," she answered, her voice weak, pleading.
Olivia nipped the ear gently before raising her head, letting her fingers move across the buckles on the harness. She pulled it from the attorney's hips and tossed it aside, moving her thigh between Alex's legs to press against her drenched sex. She moved a hand dexterously downwards, and placed two fingers into the hot core, eliciting a deep moan from Alex. "Like this?" she asked. She stroked gently, feeling the blonde's hips raise to meet her, the easy way her fingers slid in and out indicating that she wanted more.
"Yes," Alex murmured, the word lost in another moan, her eyes closing in pleasure.
Olivia abruptly removed her fingers, and swiftly locked them onto the blonde's clit, pinching harshly, the move a surprising assault against the engorged bud. Alex yelped at the unforeseen touch, which overwhelmed her swollen bundle of nerves, and she bucked her hips instinctively away from the detective's hand. Her chest rose and fell quickly, and her eyes widened. "Olivia," she murmured, begging for release.
The brunette shook her head, her fingers not letting up. "We agreed that we would make up the rules as we go along, right?" she asked.
Alex nodded, her breasts heaving as she stilled her hips, attempting to keep the pressure on her clit to a minimum. In a flash, Olivia had released it, only long enough to give it a rough, harsh slap before capturing it once again in her fingertips. "I didn't hear you," she said, her voice low.
Alex twisted her head, forcing her voice to work. "Yes," she breathed.
Olivia nodded. "You were good this morning. So obedient," she said, pressing down against the swollen bud in her fingers. "How does an... obedient pet... address her lover during a scene?" The dark eyes peered down at Alex, searching the blue eyes for any sense of hesitation. She saw Alex pause, saw the rush of conflicted emotions run through the assertive eyes: stubbornness, strength, then a flash of uncertainty. She relaxed her grip on the attorney's clit, and peered deeply at her. "Remember your safe word," she said. "It can stop here..."
Instead, she felt the hips writhe into her, pushing her sex into her hands, the answer falling from her lips in a clear whisper. "Mistress."
Olivia nodded, releasing Alex's clit fully, rubbing it sensuously as she rewarded the blonde with a deep kiss. She slid two fingers inside the attorney's core, pumping twice before sliding in a third, enjoying the moan that the blonde slipped into her mouth. She pumped harder, her body pressed against Alex's as she took the attorney's hand and guided it toward her own sex, which was once again wet with desire. Alex inserted three willing fingers, and the two rode each other, their bodies thrusting in tandem as their tongues probed each other violently. Olivia could tell from Alex's sporadic moans, the shortening of her breath, that she was close, and she curled her fingers, thrusting harder, letting her thumb graze across the swollen, abused clit. She pumped harder onto the attorney's own capable fingers, which had found her spot, and she locked her lips back over the attorney's mouth as she came, their moans muffled by their kiss. Alex writhed her hips, prolonging her orgasm, and Olivia kept her fingers inside her, only pulling out once her shudders had ceased. She felt the attorney's hands slide out of her, and she cupped the blonde's jaw, taking her mouth in a final kiss.
Alex heaved a deep sigh of pleasure as their lips parted, and she gave a shy, almost unsure smile as Olivia settled her body against hers. "I like feeling you on top of me," she said, her blue eyes returning to their normal cerulean shade.
Olivia ran her hands across Alex's jaw, sincerely curious. "Why is that?"
Alex though for a moment, offering a more fulfilling answer. "I like being able to let go with you... here."
Olivia placed a chaste kiss along her collarbone, trailing her lips down the center of her chest, nestling above her stomach. "Just so we're clear," she said, her eyes flitting back up to Alex's. "I have no interest in taking this beyond the bedroom."
Alex let out a small laugh, and pulled Olivia back up her body. "Good, because I have no intention of submitting so easily to you outside of the bedroom. In fact, I'm about to demand that you, my dear, make breakfast."
Olivia snuck a glance at the clock. "We are in brunch territory right now. If we don't get out of this bed soon, we'll be headed straight to dinner." She lifted her body off of her girlfriend, and picked up a white tank top, sliding it lithely over her head. A pair of worn gym pants followed, and she gave Alex a wink as she headed towards the kitchen. "Fifteen minutes," she called. "A brunch is served."
Alex let herself lounge for a moment before climbing out of bed, retrieving the various sex toys that littered the sheets, and carrying them into the bathroom with her. She stared into the mirror for a moment, monitoring the healthy glow of her skin, the gleam in her eyes, the restful, satisfied pose of her mouth. A pleased sigh escaped her lips. She showered, then turned her attention to cleaning the myriad toys before pulling on a pair of jeans and a shirt and waltzing into the kitchen, the smell of eggs and fresh bread wafting over to meet her.
"Mmm, something smells good," she uttered as she walked into the kitchen, where Olivia was chopping diligently at several tomatoes and green peppers.
She retrieved two glasses from a nearby cabinet and opened the refrigerator, pulling out a jug of orange juice. "Liv, what are you up to tomorrow? I've got a ton of work to get through today, but do you want to grab the paper and coffee tomorrow? Take a whole Sunday to relax?" She took a sip of the juice, setting both glasses onto the bar.
Olivia reached over and grabbed her glass, taking a sip before shaking her head. "I've got a soccer game with Elliot and the guys, but what about dinner tomorrow night? Just the two of us." Before Alex could answer, she heard her cell phone ring out, and she followed the sound, her eyes grazing over the living room until she finally spotted it on the couch, her Aunt Helen's name flashing across the screen. "Hi Helen," she said, walking with the phone toward the bar. She reached over the counter and swiped a pepper from the cutting board, a practice that she knew the detective despised, proven by the grimace that she received.
"Oh, Helen, I don't think tomorrow will work. I'm afraid I'll be a little tied up." She crunched into the pepper, and gave Olivia a slight shrug. The detective raised an eyebrow, her mind recalling the attorney's previous words, all too aware that she had no plans aside from her own relaxation.
"Sure, lunch on Tuesday," the blonde said into the phone, a relieved look fluttering across her face. "I'm sure Liz would love to join us." She paused, nodding her head as she plucked a tomato from the cutting board, eliciting another frustrated frown from Olivia. "Okay, Helen. I'm looking forward to it." Another pause. "Love you, too." She flung her phone casually back onto the counter, turning her attention once again to the tomatoes.
Her fingers inched over for another bite, but Olivia grasped them, pulling them instead to her lips and giving them a quick kiss before pushing Alex's hand aside. "Are you lying to your Aunt Helen?" she asked with a glimmer in her eye.
Alex looked over at her. "Not lying, per say. If you're busy tomorrow, I'm sure I'll have errands to run. Sunday brunches with her last for hours, Olivia. You really want me to use up all my 'me-time' with her? You're more cruel than I thought." She thought for a moment. "Maybe I'll come watch your game. Read the paper in the park."
Olivia glanced over at her, and Alex recognized the gleam she saw sparkling in the brown eyes, the slight curl of the lips. "I don't think so," the brunette replied. "You'll be a bit 'tied up,' remember?"
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