Business Dinner Chapter 6
Alex pushed open the door to the apartment with her foot, juggling several canvas grocery bags in her arms. She ambled her way inside, the door slamming hard behind her, and she cringed, hoping the loud echo didn't waken Olivia, who had still been sleeping when she crept out the door earlier that morning. She placed the bags on the counter and began emptying them, setting aside the Sunday Times for later in the afternoon. If she had the opportunity to read it. Olivia's cautionary words from the day before had piqued her curiosity, and later that night, as they slid into bed, the detective had asked if she had an interest in rope play. Judging by the pleasure that had pooled in her groin as Olivia explained, she had no question that she wanted to continue exploring with her girlfriend. She felt the same rising heat between her legs now, and focused her attention on the mundane task of putting away her groceries. A moment later footsteps padded down the hallway, and Alex smiled as Olivia breezed drowsily past the bar, making her way towards the kitchen, still clad in her sleeping shorts and tank top.
"Wow," the detective said, easing her way behind Alex and wrapping her arms around her waist as she surveyed the full bags. "You've been productive this morning."
Alex turned in her arms and planted a kiss on the brunette's lips. "Is your soccer game still on? There's some ominous clouds lurking out there."
Olivia let Alex go with another kiss before walking towards the large picture window that graced Alex's living room, giving them a perfect view of Manhattan. "You're right," she said, grimacing. "I'll text Elliot." She turned back toward Alex, watching as the attorney moved gracefully around the kitchen, even the task of putting away groceries made incredibly sexy by a poise that seemed completely unintentional. Olivia ran her tongue across her lips, and for the first time in several months, hoped her soccer game would be canceled. She had a new plan for getting out her aggression.
Alex knelt, the hardwood floor pressing against her knees, and tried to let her mind focus solely on the feel of Olivia's hands on her body. If she thought too hard about the ropes that snaked across her breasts, she felt a flush creep into her neck. Olivia had been completely gentle, slowly slipping her shirt over her head, kissing her shoulder blades, then running her hands down over her stomach, releasing the button to her jeans and pushing them down over her thighs. Alex had let her, enjoying the feel of the detective's hands on her body as Olivia stripped her of first her bra, then her underwear, taking a moment to stare appreciatively at her before bringing her in for a close, intimate kiss. "You're perfect," she whispered, her finger tracing Alex's collarbone before pushing her gently down to her knees. The detective's hands started at her back, moving slowly, but determinedly across her chest, weaving the ropes around her breasts and her torso, and pulling her arms behind her, finishing her harness off with one last, secure knot. Alex wiggled her fingers, which was about all she could do, and kept her posture tall and straight as Olivia moved in front of her, allowing her eyes to run appreciatively over her. The attorney had never felt so utterly vulnerable, so completely out of control, and she hoped the detective couldn't see the shiver that trailed down her spine.
Olivia moved back behind her, grabbing one last rope, which she tied to the front center of the harness, her fingers moving nimbly. She moved away, judging her work once again, and Alex distinctly felt that she was Olivia's own work of art, the white of the ropes pressing into the skin around her breasts, while her tied arms behind her back kept her chest prominently on display. The last rope dangled down the center of her chest and belly, tickling her skin lightly. Olivia knelt in front of her, and Alex could see a dark wildness that lay behind the gentleness, a look that she'd seen more and more over the past couple of weeks. Alex stared back at her, suddenly in need of some reassurance, but Olivia read her quickly, and leaned in for a gentle kiss, giving her all the confidence she needed. In a moment, though, the kiss was over, and Olivia moved around behind Alex, roughly nudging her knees apart. She reached between Alex's thighs and grabbed the dangling end of the center rope, pulling it through the attorney's legs, taut into her center. Alex let out a low breath as the rope brushed her clit, nestling between her folds. Another pull on the rope, this time harder, and Alex didn't supress her moan.
"Get up," Olivia said, the rope pulling the attorney upwards at her most sensitive spot. The detective brought the end of the rope back over her own shoulders and pulled, forcing Alex forward, out of the bedroom and down the hallway. The attorney attempted to keep up with her, but the rope delving between her legs kept her more than distracted, and by the time Olivia led her into the study, Alex was sure she was no longer as cool and poised as she had been when they began.
Olivia pushed Alex into a straight backed chair in the middle of the room, maneuvering the blonde's immobilized arms over the back of it, so that she was effectively secured. Olivia put a hand along Alex's thigh, letting it drift down towards her knee, which she grasped and wrenched open roughly, all the while maintaining eye contact, monitoring the look in her girlfriend's eyes. So far, lust, curiosity, and slight anticipation. She took a shorter length of rope and wrapped it around one ankle, attaching it to the leg of the chair, pulling just tight enough to restrict any movement. She repeated her action with the other leg, yanking it open, letting her eyes drift briefly towards Alex's open center, and the length of rope that ran through it. For her final touch, Olivia stood, walking around to the back of the chair and pulling the rope between Alex's legs taut, taking pleasure in the uncomfortable yelp the attorney gave as the rope split even further into her folds. The detective tied it off to the back of the chair, keeping the pressure on.
Alex tried to still her body, but with every breath she took she could feel the rope grazing roughly over her clit. A kiss on her shoulder blade, gentle and lingering, followed by a not so gentle nip on the side of her neck only served to remind her of the consistent nudge between her legs. Olivia stood in front of her, staring down with a hunger that almost frightened the attorney. "Look at you," she said, her voice low, as she rested her hands admiringly on Alex's thighs. "Spread wide open for me." The brown eyes roamed over her body, devouring her, and Alex looked away, embarrassment creeping into her skin. Olivia bent down, placing a tender hand on her chin and turning her head upwards. "You look beautiful." The dark eyes were gentle for a moment, offering some needed reassurance, and Alex gave a small, almost imperceptible nod. Olivia straightened, taking a small disc from her back pocket, and knelt in front of the television, popping it into the DVD player.
"For your viewing pleasure," she said, waiting as the picture popped up on the screen. "I expect you to pay close attention. There might be a quiz later."
Alex watched the television in front of her, momentarily forgetting her own prone position, and awaited what the detective had planned. A scene popped up on the screen, featuring two women, one of whom was kneeling, naked, her arms crossed behind her back, not unlike Alex's, displaying her chest prominently for the leather-clad woman that towered over her, holding small, velvet flogger in her hand, and letting it brush daintily over the kneeling woman's breasts. Alex jumped at the feel of Olivia's hands on her shoulders, sliding downwards to knead her breasts as the video continued to play. "This," she whispered, "should tell you everything you need to know..." Alex shivered at the slight nibble on her ear. "... about what I expect from you."
Alex exhaled heavily, both at the stimulation that had already begun from the scene on the screen, and from the rough treatment her nipples were receiving at Olivia's expert touch. One more rough pinch and the blood came rushing back to them, and Alex craved the touch of Olivia's tongue on her burning skin. Instead, she heard Olivia's soft footsteps pad gently out of the room.
"Olivia," she said, turning her head as far around as she could, but the detective was gone. She tested her bonds. Any movement in her legs shifted the rope away from her clit, but as her breathing escalated, so did the back and forth motions of the rope. She swallowed, attempting to push back off the rope, but any movement just increased the pleasurable throb between her legs. Instead, she kept as still as possible as she turned her attention back to the screen, where the woman was now being tied similarly to Alex's own position. Olivia had left the volume intentionally low, and Alex had to strain to hear, forcing her forward, and this increasing the tension between her legs.
Olivia poured herself a glass of water as she heard the first creaks of the chair as Alex tested the ropes. Soon enough, they died off, and Olivia knew her girlfriend would be attempting to keep as still as possible, at least for as long as she could while watching the video. She had about fifteen minutes or so until the video ended, and she planned on using them to prepare anything else she needed. She ventured past the open doorway to the study several times, both to make sure that Alex was all right, and to enjoy the throbbing in her own center at the sight of the attorney's arms roped behind her. As she heard the last scene begin to play, she headed to the bedroom, pulling her own shirt over her head and slipping off her jeans, keeping herself clad solely in a black bra and set of matching panties, which were already wet from the anticipation of the scene. She walked back towards the study, and was pleased to hear the small, now steady whimpers that slipped from Alex's lips. She saw her shoulders trying to move in her restraints, and could only imagine the way she tried to writhe her hips over the rope, which wasn't giving her enough pleasure. Not that she would have been allowed to come yet anyway. She walked up behind the blonde and let her hands gently massage her neck.
"You want some release, don't you?"
It took a moment for Alex to regain her voice. "Yes," she uttered, breathlessly.
"But I haven't had mine yet," Olivia said, leaning into her. She yanked down on Alex's hair, stretching the pale white throat up towards her. "Is it polite to come before your mistress?" she asked. Alex was silent, her eyes closing as she felt the rope shift with the heft of her breath.
Alex felt her throat constrict slightly, but that was preferable compared to the throb between her legs. She desperately wanted the detective's fingers on her, the rope managing to give her some pleasure, but far from any actual release. She opened her eyes and forced them to rest on Olivia's which were dark and compelling, and, unable to answer the question, simply said the only thing that her brain could register.
"Olivia, I need to come."
The detective smiled at the desperation in Alex's voice, the sheer lust that seeped from her tone. Still, she had to remind the attorney that she wasn't the one to make demands. She abruptly released her grip on the blonde's hair and moved around in front of her, happy to see Alex's eyes widen at her new attire, and slipped her fingers underneath the rope, moving it aside, no longer in a position to give Alex anymore pressure, however light it was. The attorney groaned, and tilted her head back, her hips writing over the chair, wishing for the sensation of the rope back against her clit. Anything was better than nothing.
Olivia kneeled in front of her, letting her eyes graze lazily over the soft skin, the breasts made even more pert by the constricting ropes that criscrossed across her chest, which rose and fell deeply. "Alex," she said, letting her fingers drift up to the attorney's breasts, cupping one of them gently, flicking her thumb across a hard nipple. "Did you not learn anything from the video?" She saw a flash of anger pass through the blue eyes, and she welcomed it, tweaking a nipple between her fingers. She hadn't expected Alex to abdicate all of her control quickly; some conditioning would clearly be needed. She tightened her grip on the nipple, eliciting a moan from the attorney.
"You know, Alex, I have all day. If I wanted to, I could sit across from you and touch myself to orgasm if I wanted to. You, on the other hand, it seems you would be wise to tell me what I want to hear." She moved her hand across Alex's chest, kneading her other breast roughly. "Now tell me. Who comes first?" She took hold of Alex's nipple, and rolled it between her fingers. The attorney's blue eyes squinted and she let out another begrudged moan.
"You."
Olivia squeezed harder, and Alex squirmed in her seat, as much as her bonds would allow. "Address me formally," she commanded, her tone instructive.
Alex let out an exasperated groan, her stomach rising and falling as Olivia pulled her nipple roughly. "You, Mistress." Olivia abruptly let go, causing Alex to groan in pain, which was only thwarted by the reward of Olivia's mouth as she leaned over and sucked in the nipple, her tongue only upping the burn. She let the nipple go with a pop, and straightened. "Now, we're getting somewhere."
She bent down to her knees, keeping her eyes on Alex as she loosened the ropes at her ankles. She moved around the back of the chair, and moved the rope back into position between Alex's folds, then lifted up, pulling the rope harness off the back of the chair, forcing Alex back onto her legs, allowing her a moment to right sense of balance once again. She placed a quick kiss on the blonde's sharp shoulder blade, which peeked out beneath the ropes and led her over to the couch, where a series of instruments, which weren't lost on Alex, lay sprawled on the cushion. Olivia sat, easing herself onto the couch. Alex stood, unaware of any command to do anything different. "Kneel," the detective commanded.
She saw the brief hesitation in Alex's eyes, the stubbornness that rested there, and she waited, staring up at her with a dark gaze. The blonde eventually lowered to her knees, but maintained that desirable sense of poise that she seemed to carry even when submitting in the most blatant way. She waited, staring up at Olivia expectantly. The detective took hold of the rope that hung between her breasts and pulled it roughly, causing the blonde to abdicate her balance. Alex recovered quickly, inching forward towards Olivia's open legs.
Alex groaned at the sight of her lover, open, her panties barely concealing her already moist center. She let her tongue grace her lower lip, her eyes roving over the taut olive skin of her stomach, down to the detective's sex. "Do you like what you see?" Olivia asked, a smile curling her lips.
Alex gave her a look of pure hunger, and before she could respond, the detective grabbed her by the back of her head and pulled her roughly between her legs. Caught off guard, Alex stumbled slightly forward, the detective's strong hand pushing her head into her sex, stifling her nose and her mouth. The familiar aroma of Olivia's aroused sex was immediately apparent, and Alex inhaled it greedily, but after a moment she shifted, struggling for breath. Olivia felt her squirm, but waited just a moment longer before slightly lifting her hips. Alex sucked in a deep breath, which was cut quickly short as the detective pulled her head forward again, keeping it pressed against her just a moment too long. She felt the heat from Alex's mouth stir something inside her and she lifted slightly, enough so that Alex could run her tongue across the dampened fabric.
Olivia pushed Alex away from her, and the blonde regained her balance on her knees as she watched, hungrily, as the detective pulled her panties down her thighs, slowly, watching as the blue eyes moved slowly with the garment. Clearly, the lesson of eye contact would have to come later. Olivia flicked the panties off with a flick of her toe, and stared down at Alex, who was staring wantonly at her own open, drenched sex. Olivia let her own foot move upwards, between Alex's legs, rubbing the wet center she found there. She smiled, sighing pleasantly as Alex attempted not to moan. "Put your tongue to work," she said, bucking her pelvis forward. Alex was ready for the command, and moved forward, plunging relentlessly into Olivia with a practiced tongue.
Olivia writhed against the blonde's mouth, which had always been one of Alex's strong points. The woman could work Olivia to the brink with a tireless tongue again and again, and seemed to enjoy doing it. She probed, sucked, and flicked in succession, keeping just enough pressure on Olivia's swollen bundle of nerves to bring her to the brink. When Olivia felt her teasing a bit too much, she pulled on on the rope, reminding Alex exactly who commanded the scene.
Alex moaned as she felt Olivia tug on the rope, pulling it tighter between her legs. She inhaled the scent of her lover, the rawness of her clit delicious against her tongue. Soon, she felt Olivia's hand wind in her hair, a clear signal that she was close to the edge. Alex used her mouth like a vice around the detective's swollen bud, allowing her own movements to increase the friction, in direct corellation with her own moans. Olivia's hips moved more sporadically, and the moans grew louder for a brief moment before tapering off, the grip in Alex's hair not lessening, even as her hips ceased moving.
She grabbed the ropes at Alex's chest, and pulled her up and forward, until the blond was straddling her knees. She eyed the attorney's neglected core, the clit swollen with an unmet need. She cupped it gently with her hand, letting her fingers slide over it. Alex held in her moan, but her breathing became more shallow. Alex wanted the brunette to kiss her, to reward her as she so often did after their oral lovemaking, but instead she simply moved a hand around the back of her neck, forcing the blonde to look at her directly.
"It's time we see if you paid attention to the video, what do you say?"
Alex knew it was a rhetorical question, that the detective could and would do whatever she wanted, but she nodded nonetheless. Olivia pinched a nipple before trailing a finger down the center of the blonde's stomach, towards her throbbing center, letting it follow the path of the drenched rope, sliding softly between her folds, but not penetrating. "Here, in this scene, what is your purpose?"
"To please you. Mistress..." she let the word roll off her lips in a sigh, her hips inching forward, begging for a more forceful touch. She to let her hands roam over the bra-covered breasts, her girlfriend's toned stomach, and her fingers gripped her elbows at her immoblized condition.
Olivia rewarded her by inserting one lone finger into her center, and pumped it slowly as she asked her next question. "And who controls your pleasure?"
"You." The word was barely a whisper as Alex tried to gain as much leverage as she could over the one finger that slid into her. It wasn't enough.
The detective inserted another finger, giving Alex a pleased nod. "What happens if you disobey?" She complimented her question with a forceful tweak of a nipple, eliciting a deep moan.
"I'm punished." The fingers curved slightly inside her, and Alex couldn't help herself, letting out a deep, frustrated moan. Olivia knew the power of her fingers, and had expected the reaction, and the words that seemed to fall from the attorney's trembling lips. "Olivia, please... fuck me."
Olivia shook her head, pulling her second finger out. "Whose is this?" she said, sliding her other finger out and roughly slapping them against Alex's swollen nerves, forcing a whimper from the blonde as she leaned into the detective's hand, letting out a whimper at her sudden emptiness. "Yours," she said, her voice cracking with desire. "Yours, yours."
"Let's try this again." Olivia let her fingers slowly massage Alex's center. "What do I expect from you?"
Alex closed her eyes, willing the torture to end. She tried to focus on the video, remembering how the kneeling woman had answered the same questions earlier, but she was having trouble detaching her brain from her sex. "Submission."
Olivia inserted a finger again. "And what do I reward submission with?"
"Pleasure."
Olivia nodded, inserting another finger, fully appreciating the blonde's complete dismantlement. "Do you deserve pleasure right now?"
Alex opened her eyes, her blue gaze penetrating into Olivia's. "Only if you think so."
Olivia slid a third finger into the blonde and thrust into her, eliciting a deep moan. She pumped slowly, enjoying the view of Alex's bound breasts in front of her, her head tossed back in pleasure. She pumped her fingers in and out, occasionally taking a nipple into her mouth, letting her teeth graze over them. As she thrust harder, Alex's moans becoming deeper, she waited expectantly, to see if Alex would take that final step into submission, and fully realize Olivia's control over her. The attorney was now writhing her hips over Olivia's hand, arching her chest towards the detective's neck, her breathing labored as she teetered closer to the edge of an orgasm. The detective thrust harder into her, curling her fingers against Alex's front walls. The attorney's blue eyes opened and she looked down at Olivia, biting her lip in pleasure. "May I come?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Olivia looked up at her, placing her thumb against Alex's swollen clit, circling it roughly. "Come," she said, and Alex tossed her head back, fully allowing herself the pleasure that she'd been denied for so long. Her orgasm railed through her body, and Olivia moved a hand around her neck, pulling her into a long, heated kiss as the final shivers of her pleasure undulated through her body. Alex leaned back, staring down at Olivia, her chest heaving, but her eyes clear and satisfied.
Olivia unwrapped the ropes, sliding them gently off of Alex's shoulders, replacing them with a strong, massaging hand. She pulled the attorney into her, letting her hands rub in gentle circles over the smooth, rope-marked skin. Her mouth followed, placing gentle, warm kisses along the marred skin, and she was encouraged by the way Alex leaned into her touch. "How are you?" she asked.
Alex let out a pleasurable moan, delving her head into the detective's neck, and Olivia wished she could see her eyes. The attorney's eyes always told her what she needed to know. She slid Alex off of her lap gently, easing her against a side cushion, and turned to look at her. The blue eyes were pleasant, satisfied, and complemented by a content smile that graced the attorney's lips. "I'm more than fine," she replied, leaning over and capturing the detective's lips with her own. She broke the kiss after a few lingering seconds, and let her fingers trail over the marks on her skin, almost surprised by them. "I feel such relief," she said.
Olivia looked at her, raising an eyebrow. "Relief?"
Alex nodded. "I can let go. I've never felt so... unbridled. Appreciated. Free." She smiled. "Ironic, huh?"
Olivia shook her head. "No." She let a meandering hand wander across the attorney's thigh, pleased with the goosebumps that followed. "No one would ever know," she said, trailing off, letting her finger continue towards Alex's inner thigh.
"Know what?"
"That you could ever be so... malleable." Olivia let out a smile, which Alex returned readily.
"Well, I'm still learning the ropes."
She let out a grin, and Olivia rolled her eyes, tossing her head back before shaking her head. "No, no bad puns in this apartment."
"It was funny," Alex said, pulling Olivia's hand into her lap, letting her own fingers trace the detective's skilled ones. "You like my puns."
"I like you. I tolerate your puns."
Alex pushed her hand playfully away, but Olivia caught her arm, pulling her gently forward. "I love you," she said simply, her brown eyes staring into her girlfriend's clear blue ones. Alex leaned down, placing a gentle kiss on her lips.
"And you love my puns," she said with a smile.
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