Business Dinner Chapter 7
A/N: Since I haven't given a disclaimer until now, let me just say that this story continues to explore some BDSM ideas. Not too intense in this chapter, though.
Alex dropped her bag and kicked her heels off at the door to her apartment, but didn't bother peeling off her coat and scarf, bypassing the coat rack completely. She was running on waning energy and even less food, and the inviting smell of Chinese food beckoned her from the dining room, where she almost let out a yelp of joy. She was happy to see her girlfriend, of course, who sat at the table surrounded by a stack of domineering paperwork, but even more jubilant to see the carton of takeout sitting next to her.
"What's all this?" Alex asked, peeling her coat off of her shoulders and tossing it onto the chair in front of her. Her scarf followed, and she slumped into it.
"Paperwork," Olivia responded. "My favorite part of my job."
"I though the bad coffee was your favorite part of the job," Alex said with a smile, leaning over and placing a quick kiss on Olivia's lips. She used the moment to swipe the container of food, peering into it with an approving nod.
"Yours is in the fridge," the detective replied, eyeing her still half-full container. Two seconds in Alex's hands and it would be history.
The blonde relinquished it reluctantly, and padded back towards the kitchen. "You have no idea how grateful I am. I'm starving."
"I ordered your with extra broccoli."
Alex smiled as she opened the fridge and pulled out her own full container. "Then I guess I'm extra grateful." She grabbed a pair of chopsticks from the counter, and examined the kitchen. "Where's my fortune cookie?" she called.
"I ate it."
Alex walked back into the dining room, rolling her eyes. She hated fortune cookies, they didn't do a thing for her, but that didn't mean she didn't enjoy breaking them open and making fun of the tiny tale of fate inside. "What'd my fortune say then?" she asked, taking a seat, and plunging into her food with wanton abandon.
"It said that you'd have a long life, and a belly full of Mu Lan's."
"No it didn't."
Olivia chuckled. "No, it didn't. It said, 'Live like you're a bottom, even if you're a top.'
Alex's eyes flashed up at her. "No it didn't."
Olivia put her hands up defensively. "That was the gist of it, I promise. I put it on your pillow." She smiled crookedly at the attorney.
Alex raised an eyebrow, a look Olivia knew all too well. She wasn't the least bit surprised when the blonde pushed back away from the table and headed towards the bedroom. The same manner she used on a case, she used at home: always determined to get to the bottom of something. Olivia kept her head on her paperwork, and soon enough, heard Alex's expected voice call from the bedroom. "It says, 'Live like you're on the bottom, even if you're on the top.' She walked back into the dining room, shaking her head, her lips in a small smile.
"Same thing."
"You took a few too many liberties with that one, Liv."
"You're an attorney. Don't you read between the lines? Go with my interpretation."
Alex didn't respond, instead turning her attention back to her meal. "And what did yours say?"
"Love is free. But lust will cost you."
Alex plucked a piece of broccoli from the container. "So will paraphrasing a fortune cookie incorrectly," she said with a smirk. She chewed thoughtfully as Olivia turned back to her work.
"How was work today?" the detective asked, her eyes still scanning the document in front of her. She hated paperwork with a passion that hadn't seemed to dissipate over her years on the force. She glanced up at the attorney after a few seconds of silence. The blonde was staring intently at her, the blue eyes narrowed in a dazed concentration. "'Lex?" she asked.
The attorney's gaze cleared, and an uneasy expression fluttered across her features. "Liv, can I ask you a question?"
The brunette looked up at her, and nodded, curious.
"How did you learn..." Alex trailed off, frustrated that her words seemed to be failing her at the moment. "How did you become such a... domme?" Her face reddened. "Is that the right word?"
Olivia blinked in surprise, although she had been expecting such a question at some point. It might as well be when she was trying to avoid paperwork. She carefully laid down her pen. Clearly, her work was done for the night. Or, at least for the next few minutes. "A lot of people play around with bondage," she began.
Alex shook her head. "Not like we have been." Her tone could have been accusatory, but she looked over at Olivia with an intrigued smile. "I'm asking because I enjoy it," she said encouragingly. "It's just something I didn't necessarily know about you... or me, for that matter... until a couple of months ago."
Olivia took a deep breath, and pushed her paper further away from her. "Do you want a glass of wine?"
Alex's expression changed, and she looked at her girlfriend, surprised by her evasiveness. She abandoned her dinner, and took the few steps over to Olivia, straddling her in her chair and leaning over her. "No, I don't," she said, placing her lips on Olivia's in what she hoped was a warm, convincing kiss. "Tell me."
Olivia's eyes trailed over Alex's neck, down towards the crevice between her breasts, which her shirt distractingly displayed. Alex shook her head, and placed a hand on Olivia's chin, guiding her gaze back to her. "Tell me," she repeated, her eyes searching.
The brunette hesitated, just briefly, before plunging in, fully ready to reveal her past, whether it cost her or not. "I started with a girlfriend. She was older, and really into it, and took the time to teach me..."
"How long did you date?" The blue eyes peered down at her, amusingly curious.
"Four years."
Alex reeled back, clearly surprised. "Four years?"
Olivia nodded, suddenly embarrassed that she had never shared this particular part of her dating history with her current partner. The two of them weren't really the type to dwell on the past, and previous girlfriends had never really come up. Alex had mentioned a man there, a woman here, but Olivia had never probed any further, and the attorney had employed the same casual approach. "The first year we were exclusive, really just the two of us. After that, she wanted to explore more, and we opened things up a little." She felt Alex pull back a little further.
Olivia quickly continued, keeping her arms around Alex's waist. "It wasn't for me, though. She lived the lifestyle twenty-four seven, and I just didn't have the time, nor the desire to do it. And I value monogamy way more than she does."
"Do you keep in touch with her?"
Olivia shifted in her chair, and Alex seemed to notice her discomfort. "Liv, you can keep in touch with an ex. It's not a big deal."
"I did for awhile." She had definitely kept in touch to participate in a scene here and there, when she was single and in the mood. "But, it's been awhile. She does it for a living now, actually."
"She's a professional dominatrix?" Alex was tipping the scales between amused and offended.
Olivia nodded, staring up at her, trying to read the myriad emotions that she saw flicker through the blue eyes just above her.
"Your ex girlfriend is a professional dominatrix?" the attorney repeated, as if needing confirmation.
"Alex, it's New York. You'd probably be surprised to know what your own exes are up to, if you ever bothered to find out."
"She doesn't only do that."
Olivia shrugged. "She used to be in public relations, but yeah, I think she actually does just do that. Maybe some side consulting."
"What does she do for tax purposes?"
The detective rolled her eyes. "How the hell should I know?"
"What's her name?"
"Why, so you can google her?"
"Maybe."
"Well, I can spare you the time. She lives in the Upper East Side, and each month she hosts a party for women in the BDSM scene." She cringed, wondering if she should have spilt that last part. She had done her own googling about a year ago, just out of curiosity, and wasn't surprised at the new endeavor. She was even a little intrigued.
"A party? People have sex there?" Olivia couldn't tell whether Alex was just curious, intrigued, or horrified. She was guessing she knew her lover well enough to know that it was more than likely a combination of the first two.
"No, no sex," she assured her. "An occasional whipping or two. But it's mostly just the comfort of being around like-minded, consenting people. It's not a swingers party."
Alex chewed her lip. "Right." She seemed thoughtful for a moment, and continued to nurse her lower lip. "Do you want to go?"
Olivia shook her head, reassuring her. "No."
The blonde continued to nibble her lower lip. It was not a look that Olivia wanted to see at that moment. It meant the blonde was thinking too hard, most likely about the very person Olivia didn't want her to be thinking about. "I'm curious," Alex insisted.
Olivia shook her head adamantly. "I said no. It's not a good idea."
Alex wasn't convinced. "Who says it's not a good idea?"
"I do. I'm not sharing you with anyone." Her tone took on a possessive lilt, and Alex felt it deep in her groin, that familiar pull that turned her into putty in the detective's arms. Tonight, however, she was determined not to be so malleable. Tonight, she would get her way. Her girlfriend's words had intrigued her, and set something off inside her that she was itching to explore.
She moved her fingers along the trail of exposed skin at the top of Olivia's dress shirt, slowly unbuttoning it as she let her fingers continue on their path, pushing it off the strong shoulders and baring a maroon bra in the process, which cushioned a pair perfectly rounded breasts. Alex ground her hips against the brunette's, pressing her lips in for a kiss as she reached around and unclasped the bra. She leaned back, appreciating the view as she pulled the garment from Olivia's arms. She knew the detective could tell what baring her like this had done for Alex, as her own nipples stiffened visibly underneath her thin blouse. She felt Olivia's hands circle possessively around her, attempting to reclaim the ADA's mouth, quickly exerting the same authority that she always did. Alex, however, had other plans, and she teased her way out of the detective's embrace, sliding off of her lap in one smooth motion.
Alex shifted, moving around her girlfriend, letting her hands run tantalizingly over Olivia's torso, pausing for a moment to knead her breasts, just bringing the brown nipples to attention. She let her fingers trace the skin down Olivia's toned arms, moving her mouth to graze along her neck. Using her lips as a distraction, she grabbed the detective's hands and pulled them behind her, plucking the scarf from the back of her chair where she'd casually tossed it upon coming home. She tied the captured wrists sloppily, but securely enough to ensure the detective didn't have much room to maneuver.
"Alex," the brunette said, a lilt of warning in her tone. "What the hell are you doing?" The blonde moved back around in front of Olivia, and leaned into her, placing a light kiss on her lips. "Shut up," she said in response, and saw Olivia's eyes widen. She let a finger run down the detective's toned stomach, down towards her pants, letting her it snake inside and reach beneath the waist of her panties. She unbuttoned the pants, pulling the zipper down slowly, never taking her eyes off the blazing brown ones in front of her. "Raise your hips," she said.
"Alex, untie me."
"No." Alex raised an eyebrow, testing her girlfriend, and put her hands back along the waist of the black trousers, forcing them down as far as she could. "Raise your hips," she said. "Or you can sit here all night. At least my way, you get to have some fun." Olivia sighed, exasperation in her eyes, but she raised her hips, allowing Alex to pull her pants off her legs, surprised as she felt her underwear come off with them, baring her completely.
"Mmm," Alex murmured, letting her hands trace up the inside of the detective's olive hued thigh, but keeping her fingers away from her center, which was glistening with new attention that was being paid to her lower body. "I so rarely get this opportunity," she said, her voice low. "Whatever will I do with you?" She knew she was testing new waters, and that this probably wasn't how Olivia had envisioned her evening. Nevertheless, she pulled the brunette's hips towards her, spreading her legs, and dipped her head forward, nibbling along her inner thighs.
"Alex, you're asking for it," the detective responded, but her voice was tinged with desire.
"Mhmm," Alex murmured, letting her tongue inch closer towards the detective's folds, which were already betraying her body. "I'm asking..." she nipped Olivia's clit with her tongue, eliciting a sharp gasp. "... to go with you to one of those parties."
Olivia shook her head. "No. It's not a good idea, Alex."
Alex shook her head, continuing to lap the detective's wet center, letting her tongue delve occasionally inside her girlfriend's heated core. The hips tried to stay still, but Olivia's heavy breathing only showed how much she was enjoying the attorney's teasing. Alex let her eyes drift upwards, roaming slowly up Olivia's clenching abs, her stiffened nipples, and she felt a rush of excitement between her own legs. A pair of dark eyes stared down at her, reprimanding, but clearly glazed over with enjoyment. The attorney continued to test her limits, suckling the stiffened bud a bit harder, and the detective was unable to hold back a soft moan, which only encouraged the woman between her legs.
Alex abdicated her hold on the detective's clit, but only to let her tongue continue to trace between her folds. "I hardly ever get to play with you like this anymore," she murmured, intoxicated by her lover's scent, and the taste that she never seemed to get enough of. Olivia had controlled their scenes lately, and although Alex had immensely enjoyed it, even craved it, she loved the idea of being able to languish between her girlfriend's legs for as long as she wished. Even if she had to pay for it later. Her hands scraped along the top of Olivia's thighs, and she caught the woman tipping her head back, her hardened nipples heaving as she tried to control her breathing, which was becoming more ragged with the back and forth motion of Alex's tongue against her center.
"Alex," she breathed, straining against the scarf, which gave her little room to maneuver. "You will be punished."
The very threat made Alex suckle harder, returning her lips back to the the detective's neglected clit, where she let her tongue place some needed pressure. Her girlfriend's low moan and the telltale tensing of her thighs let her know that she was close. If her hands had been free, Alex would have felt them wrap in her hair and push her harder into her center. Alex braced the brunette with her hands, gripping low on her hips as she increased her pressure, feeling the detective buck against her mouth.
"Alexxxx," Olivia moaned, her eyes fluttering as her muscles tensed, and her thighs quivered with her orgasm. Alex didn't immediately relinquish her hold, instead letting her tongue run lazily down the detective's folds, enjoying the shudders underneath her mouth. She ran it back up, slowly, flicking it against the still engorged clit. Olivia writhed in the chair, her hips jerking away. Alex smiled devilishly up at her. "You're always so sensitive after you come," she said, forcing her hand against the tender flesh. "So vulnerable. I feel like I could ask you anything, and you'd say yes." She let her eyes run inquiringly up to Olivia's, where she was met with another shake of her head.
"No, Alex. We're not going to the party."
Alex nodded, pretending to acquiesce, but let her fingers move from the top of Olivia's thighs towards her center. "One little touch, and I can coax you into orgasming again..." she circled her fingers against the recovering bundle of nerves, and Olivia let out another groan. Deftly, she inserted two fingers inside the detective's walls, keeping her thumb circling over the sensitive spot, and they clenched immediately as another orgasm ripped through her. Alex didn't let up the pressure, even as Olivia slumped into her chair, her shivers subsiding once again, but leaving her that much more weakened. "I can keep going," the attorney said, looking up at her. "Unless you agree to take me there."
Olivia had trouble finding her voice, her chest still rising and falling rapidly, but she managed to creak out a soft protest. She had only objected initially because she thought Alex was offering to go to make her happy, but it was more than clear that the attorney wanted to explore for herself. At this point, she could care less about allowing Alex to catch a glimpse of her ex girlfriend. Rather, she wanted to prove to herself that she could control her body, even under Alex's expert touch. After all, it was a skill that she had learned so many years ago, to an almost extreme end. But, it was proving a far more difficult endeavor than she had imagined tonight. She shook her head again, stubbornly, and saw indignance flash through the ADA's eyes. The blonde was fine submitting when she wanted to, but clearly she was still very used to getting her way. Olivia saw uncertainty pass through the blue eyes that peered up at her, and she knew the blonde was tacitly asking permission to continue. She gave her girlfriend a small smile, and that was all the attorney needed to return her attention back to Olivia's sex, once again using the tongue that had quickly become a sexual weapon.
"Ohhh, fuck, Alex." Olivia's voice was higher than normal, and her chest heaved as the blonde continued her campaign, ripping another orgasm from her lover. She turned her head back up toward the detective, not giving her time to recover. "Another?" she asked innocently.
Olivia shook her head, biting her lip. "No." Alex touched a finger to her clit and the brunette writhed away. "Say the magic words," she coaxed, a smile playing upon her lips.
Olivia shuddered out a moan as the finger pressed harder against her. "Ah, fuck," she hissed. "We can go, Alex. We can go." She let her head dip back in resignation and relief as the attorney stood over her, placing a gentle kiss on her lips.
"Thank you," she said with a warm, sweet smile.
"Untie me."
Alex took her chance to reclaim her lover's lips once more, nibbling on her lower lip. She thought about running her teeth across the sensitive skin at Olivia's neck, branding her in a similar fashion as the detective had consistently marked her own territory, but she thought better of it. She walked around to the back of the chair, unknotting the scarf and pulling it away from the detective's wrists, noting that her inexpert rope job had given Olivia plenty of opportunity to free herself. She wasn't surprised by the brunette's quick movement once Alex had discarded the scarf, and she felt a hand wrapping roughly in her hair.
"I thought you said you had paperwork to do?" Alex asked. She hadn't expected reciprocation so quickly, but the thought of it sent a new wetness through her.
Olivia pushed her towards the living room. "This won't take long," she said, pressing Alex roughly over the back of the couch. She jerked the ADA's skirt up her thighs, bunching it ungracefully at her hips, baring her thigh highs and a pair of silk blue panties. She didn't bother with formalities, and simply pushed the silk material down Alex's thighs, just enough to give her access to the attorney's already glistening center.
"I see you enjoyed teasing me," she said. She let her hand smack roughly against the one half moon of pale flesh. "You're lucky I have work to do." Another slap against the opposite cheek, creating matching handprints against the attorney's pale ass. "Otherwise, I would return the favor..." Two more hard slaps. "... and make you come until you begged me to stop." The blonde's hips writhed against the back of the couch, and she ever so slightly pressed back against the detective, begging for further punishment. Instead, Olivia rammed two fingers into her now wet center, picking up a rhythm quickly, wasting little time. Alex moaned at the rough touch, the feel of her lover's fingers smashing into her, but quickly adapted to her pace, backing her hips into the detective's hand. "Instead," the detective continued, her voice even despite the increasing pace of her hand, "I think I'll teach you a lesson." Alex's heart jumped at the words, but she had little will to take them to heart, as hard and as fast as her girlfriend's fingers were fucking her. All she cared about was the brunette's powerful touch.
Olivia smiled at the feminine moans below her, knowing that she had Alex right where she wanted her. Not too far gone, but far enough that any deprivation would render her half-crazed. And sufficiently punished. She pulled her fingers abruptly out of Alex's thrusting core, eliciting a deep, gutteral moan of frustration, and pulled the attorney up by her hair, spinning her around to face her. She pressed her wet fingers against Alex's mouth, and the blonde took them in, her eyes still filled with lust as she lapped at her own scent, probably expecting them to return to her still heated core.
"This is what punishment tastes like," Olivia said with a cruel smile as she pulled her fingers out of Alex's mouth, which dropped open in surprise as the detective's meaning hit her.
Her expression immediately hardened, her eyes filling with the realization of the consequences of her earlier actions. "No, no, Olivia please," she said, pressing her body against the detective's, her hips still writhing. "Please, I need you. Please. I was so close." Her desperate pleas were cut off from a severe look from her girlfriend, and she slumped back against the couch, resigned.
"You wanted a glimpse into the BDSM community. Here's your first entree into punishment." Olivia let a hand run gently across the blonde's jaw line, her expression softening just a little. "I expect you not to touch yourself for the rest of the night. If you're good, you may be rewarded before bed." The blue eyes that stared back at her were lustful, but repentant. She leaned in and placed a kiss lightly along the place where her fingers had just traced, nipping slightly at the blonde's ear, pleased to feel her shudder at the touch.
"If I use my safe word, does this end?"
Olivia leaned back, searching for hesitation in the blonde's expression, but she still found only an uncontrolled passion. "Yes."
"Then doesn't that mean that you will fuck me?" A small smile curled her lips, and Olivia returned it, somewhat relieved. She had thought she had read her girlfriend accurately, and was pleased to see that she had, indeed, given her some pleasure, even in her deprivation.
"Always the lawyer," she said, turning back to the pile of paperwork that awaited her. "Always looking for a loophole."
I always like reviews, just to see if there's interest in keeping this going. I know it's not everyone's cup of tea, and that's fine. Also, Trouble with Dames update coming very soon - I promise!