Remember how I said that Rae was helping me write these last few chapters? Well, she also wrote the very important warning below. :)
Warning: DO NOT READ THIS IF YOU DON'T LIKE BDSM. DO NOT READ THIS IF YOU DON'T LIKE BDSM. DO NOT READ THIS IF YOU DON'T LIKE BDSM. I don't know how much clearer I can be. Do NOT read this if you don't like BDSM. Just don't. But we hope you do. For reference, it involves some toys: clamps, a crop, a ball gag, and some fun with a strap-on as well. Milk and I had loads of fun writing this, but we don't want to squick our vanilla readers out.
Chapter 9
The look that Chelsea shot Olivia as she reentered the foyer on the first floor let the detective know that her ex-girlfriend was more than aware of what she and Alex had been up to in the basement. Olivia's hand guided Alex by the small of her back, leading her towards the dining room and away from the pleased smile that Chelsea gave them.
A few women stood around the table, wine glasses in hand, and she immediately recognized one of them, a demure woman dressed in a black blouse and a deep, eggplant skirt. Her hazel eyes met Olivia's and she gave her a warm smile, setting her wine glass down on the table as she approached the two of them.
"Olivia Benson, what a surprise," she said, giving Alex a polite nod. "Chelsea didn't tell me you'd be here tonight."
Alex couldn't help but let her eyes roam over the shorter woman's curvy hips and ample chest, which spilled out of the blouse that she wore, only covered by the locks of wavy brown hair that flowed over her shoulders. The woman met her gaze, and quickly reached out a hand. "I'm Vera," she said with an approving glance at the attorney.
Prompted by Olivia's hand once again returning to the small of her back, Alex accepted the Vera's hand. "Alex," she replied, mirroring the woman's smile.
"Welcome," she said. "I gather you'll find us all very open and inviting," she said, gesturing at the women around her. "Chelsea takes great pride in preserving this as a safe space."
"That I do," Chelsea replied, walking up behind them. She placed a hand on Vera's back, letting it drift upwards, finally settling on the back of the younger woman's neck. Alex watched with an attentive eye as Vera leaned into the touch, her demeanor encapsulated by Chelsea's very presence. She felt as if she could recognize the desire behind the other woman's submission, assured that she gave off the same impression when Olivia touched her.
"If you'll excuse us," Chelsea said, "I want Vera to meet someone who I think I will let play with her later on this evening." The green eyes flashed down towards the shorter woman. "Come along, dear," she said.
Alex watched as the two women walked away, leaving her and Olivia alone. "I'm almost afraid to ask," she began, "but how do you know Vera?"
"Not the way you're thinking," Olivia whispered back, ignoring the other women in the room for a moment even though some of them were watching. "Chelsea's known her for a while, and they play together occasionally. She's nice enough, but I don't see her often because she was one of the girls Chelsea was seeing before I decided I just couldn't handle an open relationship."
This new information was slightly comforting to Alex, who was still on edge from her recent orgasm and all the strangers in the room. "Do you know some of these people?" she asked.
Olivia glanced around the room again, checking to see who else had arrived early to the party. She recognized a few, although Vera had been the most familiar. Luckily, being a cop made her good at remembering names and faces. "All right, beautiful. You know how to work a party. Let's make the rounds."
Within the next several minutes, Alex had been introduced to Amy, a well-known corporate lawyer whose name Alex recognized; Michelle, the Vice President of a Fortune 500 Company, and several other women in equally impressive professions. She suspected that a few of them knew who she was, at least in theory, but they deliberately did not use last names. The women wore all kinds of different things. Some of the classier dominants wore evening gowns, and a couple of the more androgynous and butch ladies dressed in stylishly ripped jeans (Alex had never understood that fad) and black leather. One or two were in tuxes. Alex had always imagined what Olivia would look like in a tux, she just knew the detective would look incredibly handsome, but she had to admit that she appreciated the view Olivia's dress offered as well. A few of the submissives were showing about as much skin as the teenagers that used the swimming pool on the roof of her apartment building, but a good number of them were dressed similarly to her.
Along with Alex, since she was new to the group, Olivia seemed to be the center of attention. As more guests arrived, many different women spent a few minutes catching up with her. Alex didn't know whether to be relieved or slightly jealous by their enthusiasm at seeing her. On the one hand, it meant Olivia was trawling these parties for a submissive while dating her on the side - not that she thought Olivia was capable of such a thing - but on the other hand, it was obvious that her girlfriend had many admirers.
"You're Miss Popular tonight, huh?" she asked. "The girls never forget you."
"I think they just want a chance to look at you," Olivia said. "It's usually polite to acknowledge the Dominant first in conversations. It's better for them to interact with you through me."
Alex wasn't surprised at the convention, but it still made her balk. The submission she showed Olivia in their bedroom was one thing, but she definitely wasn't one to demure in public in such a way. "That seems old-fashioned," she replied with a clipped chuckle.
The look Olivia gave her cut her laugh short. "I told you exactly what we were getting into by coming here," the detective said. "If you'd like to leave, that's fine. We'll go."
Alex knew her girlfriend was offering her a certified out, and that if she truly did want to end their night, now was the time. Her head seemed to shake of its own accord, however, and she put a hand on Olivia's forearm. "No, I want to stay," she said. She stared back at the brunette, nodding in assurance. "I'm curious."
She saw acceptance dance through the dark eyes in front of her, and Olivia's hand came up to delicately cup the side of her jaw. "Curious is fine," she said, leaning in and placing her lips along the hollow of the attorney's neck. Alex let her eyes rove around the room, her pulse quickening as she felt the nip of Olivia's teeth and the eyes of several other women on her. "But I expect obedience, too," the detective finished before finally moving back to gauge her girlfriend's response.
The mark she had left was already prominent against the blonde's pale neck, and Alex's lips were parted, and Olivia couldn't help but recognize the same desire that had overtaken her girlfriend during their visit downstairs. She knew their most recent display had been watched and enjoyed by the various women that still stood in the small dining room, but she didn't expect on showcasing Alex in any further way that night.
Unfortunately, Alex had other ideas. She felt the eyes of the other women on her, and it excited her on a primal level that she did not quite understand. Her reaction was more powerful than she had expected, and before she realized what she was doing, she gripped Olivia's hand and brought it between her legs, trying to force it beneath her dress.
The ADA realized her mistake almost immediately. Olivia jerked back her hand and let out a low growl, almost as though she was expressing disapproval towards a disobedient pet. "You do not try and make me touch you," Olivia said, angry for more than one reason. Not only was Alex trying to top their scene, minor as it was, from the bottom, she had also tried to force Olivia's hand - literally. The detective knew that Alex wasn't ready for the full-on exhibitionism she was imagining, although she was clearly drunk with the fantasy of it. The attorney knew better, and Olivia was very displeased.
"Come on, we're going home."
"But -"
"No buts. You took it too far, Alex. I make the rules here, and you tried to make me do something we hadn't discussed in front of others. I need to punish you for it."
For once, Alex wasn't particularly excited at the idea of being punished. She had a feeling that Olivia was actually going to discipline her - and not in a pleasurable way.
She felt a mixture of arousal and rising shame as she realized that several women had witnessed the little display, and she wondered if Olivia's anger was, in part, for them. Either way, she was disappointed as Olivia clasped a strong hand behind her neck, almost like scruffing a kitten, and directed her back towards the living room. A voice caught up with them in the small foyer, and Alex felt her face redden even before Olivia's hand turned her towards Chelsea's questioning gaze.
The woman walked towards them, her expression a mixture of disappointment and curiosity, and Alex felt herself secretly hoping that Olivia would simply fabricate a reason for their early departure. She wanted to seem in control in front of Chelsea, and was unwilling to give up that part of herself that she took great care to display for others. Without thinking, she spoke first.
"Thank you for a lovely evening - " she began, but suddenly felt her hair being yanked from behind, forcing her chin upwards slightly, effectively cutting off any explanation that she had wanted to give."
"I don't think Alex is quite ready for such stimulation," Olivia replied levelly.
The attorney watched as Chelsea's eyes traveled from her own down her torso, stopping at her nipples, which had sufficiently hardened underneath her thin dress. The woman raised an eyebrow back at Olivia. "I do see the stimulation is having an effect," she said. "I'm sure I don't tell you to have a good rest of the night." She glanced once more at Alex before turning and walking back down the hallway.
Olivia let go of her hair and retrieved her jacket from the hall closet, pulling it over her shoulders. She draped Alex's over her forearm, and moved back towards the blonde, who reached out for it, but was thwarted by Olivia's decline. "No," the detective said, shaking her head.
"Olivia, it's cold outside," Alex protested.
The brunette reached her free hand towards Alex's nipple, and pinched it roughly. "I want to see just how hard these can get," she said evenly. "Now let's go."
Alex walked silently into her apartment, more on edge now that she and Olivia were back home than she had been even in the frigid walk back to the car or the quiet ride home. She had tried explaining herself several times to no avail, and had opted for silence after awhile. Despite the discomfort at knowing she had displeased her girlfriend, she still felt the throb growing ever so lightly between her legs. But, now that she had found herself back at home, she wondered exactly what a fitting punishment would look like.
Olivia had wordlessly walked back to the bedroom, and Alex was unsure of whether to follow her, finally opting to stand in the living room until she heard the detective's steps walking towards her again. Immediately, she decided once again to try and plea her case. After all, that's what she was best at doing.
"Olivia, I'm sorry for tonight," she began again, but her voice trailed off when she caught sight of the ball gag that the brunette dangled in front of her.
"I don't need to hear your apologies," the detective said, slipping it over the attorney's head and pushing the red ball between her parted lips before tightening the strap, making sure it stayed snug in its place, even as she cupped Alex's jaw roughly.
"If you want to stop, snap your fingers," she said, her eyes clear of anger for a brief moment. She waited for Alex to nod. "Good."
Alex couldn't help flexing her jaw, testing the range of movement that she still possessed. It wasn't much, and she flexed her hands as well to make sure that her fingers were still able to touch. Even though she didn't anticipate stopping the scene, she wanted to be sure that she could. She trusted Olivia, but she knew that having a way out was important.
Olivia noticed, and in a brief moment of tenderness, she lifted the ADA's wrists and kissed the backs of her hand. "Do you know what you're being punished for?" she asked even though she was well aware that Alex couldn't respond. "Oh, that's right, you've got your mouth full at the moment. I expect you wanted something else in it tonight, but bad girls don't get treats."
The attorney groaned behind the ball gag, trying to swallow back some of the moisture in her mouth. Her eyes remained half-closed, because she was too embarrassed to meet Olivia's gaze. "I'll help you answer the question," the detective offered, pressing a hand to the small of Alex's back and bending her over the closest arm of the couch. Much like earlier, she flipped the ADA's dress up over her waist and examined the pale cheeks and the powerful thighs that she had uncovered. She wasted no time pulling Alex's panties down to her knees.
"You tried to make me touch you when I did not offer to, and embarrassed me in front of several other guests at the party. You need to learn that I am the one who decides where I touch you, when I touch you, and with what." Olivia's hands did not remain idle. They zeroed in directly between Alex's legs, roughly massaging the hard tip of her clitoris and rolling it beneath the pad of her thumb. The ADA was dangerously wet, and it was easy for Olivia to sink two fingers inside of her tight, clinging heat.
The attorney braced herself against the cushions of the couch, grateful that she had something to grip as Olivia increased her thrusts while keeping the assault on her hardened clit just as lethal. Olivia fought the urge to lean over and suckle the skin at the attorney's appealing neck. That wasn't the kind of touch that Alex needed at the moment. She needed to feel cold, hard control.
The blonde was at least attempting to keep her moans to a minimum, a gesture that Olivia knew was hard to do with the gag lodged in her mouth, but this didn't stop her from thrusting a third finger inside her lover, a gesture which she knew would get a verbal reaction.
Alex couldn't stop the growl that came from low in her throat, bubbling around the sides of the gag as she felt Olivia fill her completely. She widened her legs, then cringed, hoping that her Mistress wouldn't see that she was deliberately requesting more; if she had learned anything from their abrupt departure from the party, it was never to ask for things Olivia hadn't chosen to give her.
Her pleasure was mounting, but she knew not to let it get the best of her, as she doubted she would be allowed to come so early in her punishment. She had been in this same position with Olivia only a few weeks earlier, and she had ended the night frustrated and without orgasm. Tonight, however, she was certain that whatever torture her girlfriend had in mind would be far from mere frustration.
A quick prod of pleasure coursed through her as Olivia curled her fingers, forcing Alex to bury her head against the couch cushion, trying to will her mind to focus on anything but the expert hand that was quickly bringing her closer to the edge. The attorney was so far gone she almost didn't notice the emptiness that she felt inside her only a second later, a sudden vacuum within her core, and she couldn't help the frustrated groan that slipped from her spread lips.
"Now, you didn't think I was going for pleasure, did you?" Olivia murmured, her wet fingers trailing down Alex's spine, watching with a please eye at the shiver of the attorney's thighs. "Not yet?"
Before Alex could offer a demure shake of her head to appease her mistress, the brunette's hand continued its course over her body and came down across one pale cheek, its sound resounding in the quiet living room. Another slap soon followed, leaving a mirroring hand print on the other half moon of flesh. Her earlier pleasure followed by the brief spurts of discipline blurred the attorney's vision, and she struggled to maintain her stance, wanting nothing more than to clench her thighs together and to milk some relief for her tortured center.
She waited for another blow, but it didn't come, and several seconds of absolute stillness passed as Alex wondered where her girlfriend's next spanking would land. Instead, she found herself inhaling quickly as all three of Olivia's fingers entered her once again, thrusting with the same rhythm and force as they had been only moments before, only to pull out once they had coaxed her to the threshold again.
Alex breathed heavily, unsure of how much of the build up and let down she could take. She wanted Olivia's voice in her ear, feeling her close, but the detective only spoke to her from above, her voice cold and calculated. "Remember, I touch you when I want, where I want, and with what I want."
Olivia was thoroughly enjoying the complete and total control she had over Alex, but she felt as though her lesson hadn't been fully imparted yet. She had planned to build Alex up, make her simmer with pleasure but refuse to take her over the edge, and add a little discipline to make sure that she remembered she was being "punished"... but the spanking would not be her true punishment, because Alex actually enjoyed it. The real pain would come when Olivia kept denying her release.
"You look like you want something," the detective said teasingly, continuing to work her fingers inside of Alex, but refusing to curl them forward to rub against the sensitive spot inside her that would release her pleasure. She also avoided the attorney's clit, another surefire way to make her come. "It's too bad you were disobedient earlier and made me gag you. Otherwise you could tell me what's bothering you."
If Alex hadn't been gagged, she would have told Olivia' exactly what the problem was, and begged until Olivia did something about it. However, that was clearly against the rules, and she was grateful that her Mistress had thought to gag her so that she couldn't break them. "Hmm, maybe I can figure it out on my own," she said, withdrawing her fingers, which had been thrusting punishingly in and out of Alex's heat, and trailing them through her folds with an unbearably light touch. "Well, you're awfully wet," she said, leaning down slightly to examine Alex like an object she was assessing the quality of. Two quick slaps made the ADA spread her thighs even further apart, past the point of discomfort, but she didn't mind. She just wanted Olivia to touch her.
"And this," Olivia continued, rubbing the hard point of Alex's clitoris under her thumb, "is pretty swollen and red... In fact, all of this," she said, cupping her hand between the blonde's legs and squeezing, "seems very needy to me."
The red ball in her mouth was the only thing preventing Alex from screaming with frustration. As it was, she couldn't prevent a few quick, hot tears from leaking out of the corners of her eyes and trailing down her cheeks.
"In my expert opinion," Olivia said coolly, knowing that her slightly aloof attitude was making Alex even more frustrated, "I think this," she gave Alex's sex another harsh squeeze, claiming ownership of it and stimulating her at the same time, "needs my cock. It's really too bad, because I want to be inside you, baby. I want to give you what you need. But you didn't listen to me earlier. What I want and what you deserve are two entirely different things. What you deserve is to be left here for a while to think about your behavior."
That made Alex cry out in protest through her gag. The thought of Olivia leaving her like this was unthinkably cruel. Olivia's firm hand left her center, but quickly found its way to her hair, pulling her torso off the arm of the couch. "Take off your dress. I want you naked and presenting yourself to me by the time I return."
Alex let out a muffled whimper as she heard the detective walk towards the bedroom, but she wasted no time following directions, slipping her dress over her head and draping it over a nearby chair. She placed her arms behind her back, cupping her elbows, and waited, feeling the cool air brush the wetness between her thighs, which she spread wide. Not more than thirty seconds had passed before her girlfriend returned, but Alex didn't dare look up at her, and kept her gaze to the floor.
Olivia's hand was immediately on her right breast, kneading it roughly, and rolling a nipple with her thumb and forefinger, which hardened even more under her confident touch. The other hand lifted what looked almost like a necklace, its silvery surface shiny in the low light of the living room. As the metal caressed her opposite breast, however, Alex inhaled sharply, immediately recognizing the small clamps attached to each end of a short, metal chain.
"Tonight," Olivia said, inching one clip closer to the nipple she was working, "I plan on punishing every part of you." She finished her promise by attaching the small device onto the hardened bud, and Alex hissed as the detective's fingers let go, leaving gravity to do its work. The brunette turned her attention towards the left breast, repeating the same rough treatment, and the juxtaposition of pain and pleasure was threatening to bring Alex to her knees. She let out a low moan as the second clamp was attached, her chest heaving as the detective stood back to admire her work.
"Now," she said, placing a finger along the silver chain that stretched between the clamps and tugging slightly, "let's get you back into position."
Alex moaned as the detective pushed her back over the arm of the couch, this time the pressure in her breasts taking her attention momentarily away from her wet, throbbing center. She felt Olivia's hand cup between her legs once more, this time paying special attention to the hardened bundle of nerves at her entrance. "I have one more clamp," she said, her fingers pinching slightly, and Alex couldn't help but shake her head in a silent plea, but she was nowhere near the point of using her safe signal. The detective fondled the blonde for a few more seconds before continuing. "But I don't know if you're ready for it."
"Mmm..." the ADA moaned, her protest muffled by the ball gag. She didn't know how much more abuse her poor body could take, but for Olivia, she would try almost anything. If the pain became unbearable, she could always snap her fingers, and she knew the detective would release her instantly. But she wanted to please Olivia so badly and make up for her poor behavior earlier that evening, so stopping was out of the question.
"You are ready?" Olivia asked in mock surprise, pretending that she could clearly understand Alex through the gag and deliberately ignoring her wide, terrified eyes. "I wasn't going to use this on you tonight," she said, holding up another small, black, padded clamp. She made sure to test it on the skin between her thumb and forefinger, not wanting to truly hurt or damage Alex in any way. "But if you insist..." When she bent to apply the wicked toy, Alex flinched and pulled away briefly. Olivia didn't punish her for it, knowing that they were crossing a new boundary, and let her eyes dart towards Alex's fingers every few seconds to make sure she wasn't signaling for release.
Alex let out a high pitched, slightly strangled whimper as the clamp pinched the hood and shaft of her clitoris, exposing the tip and making her hiss at the pressure. She sobbed into the ball gag for several seconds, her entire body shivering as Olivia rubbed soothing hands over her lower back and the swell of her ass. The ADA felt like her entire body was limited to those three points - the tortured tips of her breasts and the swollen bud that seemed even larger than it was because of the clamp. She knew that it would be even more painful when Olivia removed them, but also undeniably intense.
It took several minutes of harsh breathing through her nose and a few more tears before Alex calmed down enough for Olivia to continue. "That's my good girl," the detective cooed, praising her exposed, trussed up lover. "It makes me very happy that you're doing this for me." The only thing that wasn't quite right were Alex's hands, and so she walked around to lightly grip the attorney's wrists. She grabbed a couch pillow and guided Alex's fingers to clutch at it, quickly kissing her palms first. "Hold on to this and keep your hands here. Don't let go unless you want to use your safe signal." She knew that she could always bind Alex's hands, but she wanted the attorney to have at least a small bit of control so that she didn't feel completely helpless.
"Mm..." Alex groaned behind the gag.
"You're all right, sweetie," Olivia said, walking back around to check between Alex's legs. She made a small adjustment to the clamp, making the ADA squeak with surprise and a little pain. "Now, are you ready for your punishment?"
Alex closed her eyes tightly, preparing for more pain, but Olivia's hands were soft as they dipped inside her entrance, circling and circling, slowly stretching her, almost as if she were preparing her for... The lawyer groaned as she realized that Olivia had been completely serious a few minutes ago about using a toy. Olivia confirmed her thoughts a heartbeat later. "I think this," she cupped her right hand over Alex's folds again, dipping inside and curling forward sharply, causing the attorney's hips to buck, "still needs something of mine. It's kind of nice to see you like this, though. Empty, twitching... aching to be filled... so ready for me."
God, if Olivia's plans so far didn't kill her - and Alex wasn't entirely sure they wouldn't - the detective's suggestive words and the low, whispered promises certainly would.
Olivia's fingers trailed up her spine, causing Alex to shiver at the light touch. As the brunette retraced her path, however, she dug her nails lightly into the pale skin, leaving a trail of faint red marks down the length of the attorney's back. She let her nails continue their light torture over the blonde's rib cage, then further over the curves of her hips before diving towards her inner thighs. Alex's legs quivered underneath her touch, and she gave the clamp at her center the slightest nudge, causing the attorney to rock forward and stifle a low groan.
Alex clenched the pillow, her fists balling as she tried to maintain her balance and keep her movements to a minimum, if only to keep the clamps on her nipples from causing her any further pain. Her girlfriend's hands moved expertly, her nails raking slowly across every inch, every hollow and curve of her body, but making sure to avoid the very area that needed to be filled. Her wetness was almost distracting, and she was certain that her inner thighs were coated with her own desire. Sure enough, she felt the detective trail a finger through her folds, spreading her wetness further down her legs.
"Feel that?" Olivia said. "That, my pet, is punishment. That need, gone completely unfulfilled, for as long as I choose." Quickly, three fingers thrust inside her, and Alex couldn't help but rock back ever so slightly, her muscles clenching for the penetration that she so desperately wanted.
Within a moment, the touch was gone, and Alex felt her juices being wiped across the curve of her hip. "Oh, sweetheart," Olivia said, walking around to get a glimpse of her Pet's face. "Looks like you still need one more lesson." She gave a gentle flick to one of the clamps, causing Alex to whimper into her gag.
"Don't worry," the brunette burred, "I'm going to spread the pain around for a while."
Alex was forced to wait yet again to find out what Olivia meant as the detective disappeared back into their bedroom, and she tried to ignore the feeling of frustrated déjà vu. Fortunately, her wait was not a long one. Her lover re-entered the room just half a minute later, but with a few changes. The most obvious was that Olivia had stripped out of her dress, leaving her completely naked before Alex's gaze. Since Olivia had not forbidden her from looking, Alex drank in the sight even though it made the ache between her legs grow.
Then, she noticed that each of Olivia's hands was holding something. In her left was a red toy attached to a black leather harness. The straps were slender, but functional, although they were mostly for show because the phallus was also double-sided. Alex was intimately familiar with that toy, and she felt herself getting even wetter as her body responded to the memories it evoked.
But in Olivia's right hand was an equally punishing, but far more painful, object. It, too, was made of leather, with a braided tail, a thin, flexible shaft, and a hard black tab at the end. The sight of the crop, and the knowledge that Olivia understood exactly how to use it most effectively, made Alex's emotions swing wildly between terror and anticipation. Olivia had promised her a punishment, and a punishment she was about to get. Alex liked spankings, and she even liked the crop to a certain extent, particularly the purely emotional response it brought, but most of the pleasure it gave her came before and after its use, not during. The blows did hurt, and she knew that Olivia wasn't going to let her off easy tonight.
"Any objections, Counselor?" Olivia teased, holding up the objects for Alex to examine. The attorney looked at them as best she could without leaving the position her Mistress had left her in. She didn't move her hand, but she did whimper a bit behind the ball gag. Olivia noticed, and she couldn't help smirking a little. "Your poor jaw must be sore. I'd better take that gag out, but it seems I only have two hands. Here, hold this for me." Without much preparation, Olivia shoved the long end of the dildo inside of Alex, leaving it there and ignoring the attorney's muffled cries of pleasure at finally being filled. Then, she removed the ball gag from Alex's mouth and tossed it carelessly onto the couch. The ADA would need her words for the next part of their game. Olivia was going to make her apologize for her disobedience.
Alex flexed her jaw, moving it slowly to lessen the ache she felt after holding her mouth open for such a lengthy period of time. Olivia's fingers cupped her chin, angling her head roughly upwards to meet her gaze. "You will not make a sound unless asked a direct question, do you understand?"
Alex nodded, but then quickly registered the command, and uttered a somewhat inarticulate, "yes, ma'am."
"Good," Olivia said with a nod, and Alex couldn't help but let her eyes stray between the brunette's thighs. She swallowed at the telltale wetness she saw there, a sign that she wasn't the only one enjoying her punishment.
The detective moved to the side, trailing the leather tip of the crop over Alex's back, enjoying the way the attorney arched slightly into the touch. She lay the instrument down across the attorney's back, focusing on the cock that protruded from her center. She thrust it in and out, slowly, watching as the blonde's muscles greedily pulled it back inside her. "Don't move," she warned. "If that crop falls, I will just use it on you even longer."
Alex tried to stabilize her breathing, so as not to disturb the object on her back, but Olivia's slow thrusts were becoming excruciatingly painful, as they weren't providing the friction that she needed. As if the brunette could sense her frustration, she pulled the fake shaft out of her entirely, and Alex immediately felt the cavernous emptiness it left behind.
Olivia moved back into Alex's line of vision, where she slid the clean side of the dildo between her own folds and buckled the straps around her hips. The attorney bit her lip, holding back a moan as she glimpsed her own juices on the end of the cock that had penetrated her. The detective reached for the crop, and Alex waited for the ends to brush gently over her backside, but instead she let out a cry as it came harshly down on her ass with an audible thwack. She tried to muffle her moans as the blows continued, fanning out across her lower back. Despite the confidence with which the blows were dealt, Alex knew the detective was taking it easy on her, but even the gentle hits caused her body to rock slightly, increasing the pain in her nipples.
The pain was replaced with a pulse of pleasure as she felt the head of the cock nudge at her entrance again, teasing her, not fully penetrating, but stimulating all the nerve endings there. Juxtaposed with the sting of the crop as it came down the swell of her backside, it felt more intense than usual, and she bit her lower lip to keep from pleading for Olivia to push inside of her. "Don't forget that this is a punishment, not a reward," Olivia reminded her as she brought down the hard leather tab once again, leaving a nice red stripe on Alex's other cheek. "Now, why are you being punished?"
"B-because I disobeyed you, ma'am," Alex stuttered, still trying to find her voice. Olivia was making it very difficult to speak, easing the head of the toy fully inside of her, stretching her, promising pleasure if she gave the right answers even as she trailed the crop along the back of Alex's thighs, teasing the wet skin there.
"How did you disobey me?" Olivia asked, easing another inch of the cock inside of her exposed, needy lover and making sure to nudge the clamp on her clitoris just the smallest bit. While Alex was still recovering from that sensation, she brought the crop down again twice in succession, leaving more marks on her lover's behind.
"I - I tried to make you touch me when you weren't ready to."
Olivia couldn't help smiling. Obviously, Alex was repentant, because her need had gone unmet for an incredibly long time now, and she was doing her best to bear her punishment and do whatever Olivia asked of her. "And why is that disobedient?"
"Because..." Alex wasn't quite sure how Olivia wanted her to answer, so the detective decided to help her.
"Because I decide when to touch you..."
"And where, and with what," Alex completed the lesson Olivia was currently driving home with the shaft of the toy and the hard tab of the crop. The brunette gave her another inch, and Alex sobbed, desperately wanting Olivia fully inside of her so that she would start thrusting. However, her Mistress seemed unwilling to rush the process. But if there was anything she had learned tonight, it was that her body was Olivia's, and only Olivia could decide when and how she received pleasure.
"And why do I get to decide when, where, and how to touch you?" Olivia asked, nudging the clamp on Alex's swollen bundle with the tip of the crop and enjoying the way it made the muscles in Alex's backside twitch.
"Because I'm yours..."
"That's right, sweetheart. Now, do you have anything else you want to say to me? Maybe something you want to get off your chest?" Alex groaned when Olivia pulled out of her and reached over her shoulder to pull the chain attached to her nipples. "An apology, perhaps?"
"I'm sorry!" Alex cried out as Olivia released the clamps on her nipples, sending the blood rushing back into them and making them throb with a mixture of pain and pleasure. Either way, it was unbearable, and she couldn't help wiggling to try and relieve some of the sensations. "I'm sorry for disobeying you and forgetting my place. I'm sorry for embarrassing you in front of the other women at the party. I'm sorry I made you take me home early. I'm sorry for disappointing you..."
Olivia put the chain aside, letting it fall somewhere near the abandoned rubber ball gag. "Hmm. That's five things you apologized for. Disobeying me, forgetting your place, embarrassing me in front of the other guests, forcing me to take you home early because of your disobedience, and disappointing me. Each of those things is going to get you five lashes, twenty five in total. Then, if you're good, maybe I'll give you another taste of this..." She let the head of the cock push against Alex's opening again, giving her a hint of the pleasure she would receive if she accepted her punishment. "You have been very obedient since we got home, and I'm proud of you, but you still need to be punished for earlier."
The first five lashes landed rapidly along her upper back, the leather leaving a stinging trail of fire along her skin. The next two sets fell along the her hips and inner thighs, causing Alex to let out a shuddering breath as the clamp at her center vibrated with the blows. The next five were dedicated solely to her backside, each lash harder than the last, and the attorney had to stifle a groan, unsure of whether she could stand the five more that would complete her punishment.
She held her breath, the nerve ending across her body completely alive, and waiting for the hiss of the crop, but it didn't come. Instead, she felt Olivia's cool, comforting hand tracing her marred flesh. "That's all," she said. "You displeased me, but you never disappoint me."
Alex felt her body melt with relief, both because Olivia wouldn't be punishing her anymore, and because she knew that her Mistress would never lie: she wasn't disappointed, and never would be, because their love was so strong. The ADA wanted to tell Olivia that she loved her, but she remembered the detective's specific instructions not to speak unless she was asked a question. She hoped that her obedience would convey the message for her.
"I'm proud of you, love," Olivia said, tossing aside the crop and gently gripping Alex's hips, caressing them as she aligned their pelvises and positioned the shaft of the toy at Alex's opening yet again. This time, however, she didn't intend to let alex's need remain unfulfilled. "You've been so good for me, and you've done everything I asked. I think it's time for some relief."
The detective removed the last clamp at the same moment that she thrust the red cock deep inside of Alex, and the blonde couldn't hold back her scream. Olivia gripped the sides of Alex's hips, steadying her as the multiple sensations threatened to undo the attorney, the muscles in her back and legs quivering as the blood rushed back to the bundle of nerves at her opening.
Knowing that her poor pet wouldn't last incredibly long after being teased at such length, Olivia increased the pace of her thrusts, receiving her own pleasure from the smaller end of the dildo that was nestled in her core. Reaching around her lover's torso, she kneaded the abused breasts, caressing the nipples that had undergone such pleasurable torture throughout their scene.
Her touch elicited a soft moan, and the detective heard her name slip from Alex's lips in a mere whisper. She knew that her thrusts, even as they increased, were more of a relief than a buildup, especially after the attorney had been put under such pressure, but she still wanted to work the blonde slowly over the edge. Moving one hand slowly down her girlfriend's taut stomach, she delicately let her fingers run over her still very excited clitoris, smiling as she heard Alex hiss in pleasure. Slowly, she massaged the hardened bud while plunging further into the the attorney's tight core.
As Alex's shoulders began to shake, a sign that she was venturing closer to the edge of a well-earned orgasm, Olivia wrapped her hand gently in the blonde's hair, coaxing her further. "That's it sweetheart," she said, as Alex's moans turned into low whimpers as she waited for permission to come, her legs now shaking with the force of her control. "Let go for me. I want to feel you come all around me." Olivia pulled the blonde up by her hair, the change of angle taking them both over the edge, and she kissed the hollow of Alex's neck as she melted into her.
Even though she wasn't supposed to speak, Alex slipped up and murmured a passionate "I love you" as she continued to twitch and contract around the shaft embedded deep within her. Olivia was touched by the words, and so she didn't reprimand Alex for expressing her feelings. As they both came down from their powerful joined release, Olivia helped lower Alex back onto the couch, cradling the ADA in her arms and cuddling her as best she could, partially on top of her at the same time. It took a little adjusting for them to get comfortable, and the ball gag, crop, and clamps were knocked onto the floor to make room for both of the lovers. They remained joined by the double-sided toy, and since Alex whimpered in soft protest every time Olivia tried to withdraw, she decided to stay where she was. The ADA obviously wasn't ready for the contact to end.
"Wow," Alex said when she finally found her voice, knowing she had permission to speak now.
"Yeah, wow," Olivia repeated. "I'm going to pull out, sweetie..." both of them paused, and then laughed tiredly at the unintentional joke. Reluctantly, Olivia withdrew from Alex's heat, climbing onto wobbly legs and collecting all of their toys for cleaning. She carried them to the bathroom and left Alex to rest for a moment, even though the blonde reached out for her and pouted a little at her absence. She wanted Olivia to spoon her and didn't care about the toys.
It wasn't long before Olivia returned with a warm, wet washcloth, bringing it between Alex's legs and carefully wiping her clean. She loved how Olivia treated her after a scene, so gently, like she was the most precious, fragile thing in the world. Normally, it would have offended a driven, strong woman like her, but since the sentiments were coming from the person she loved, it didn't bother her. In fact, it made her feel treasured.
Olivia urged the blonde to spread her thighs farther apart so she could examine her more closely, carefully checking to make sure she hadn't damaged any soft, sensitive tissue. She couldn't resist pressing a kiss to Alex's clit, though, which was still red and very prominent, and the attorney groaned with a mixture of pleasure and pain when she did.
The detective's gesture was meant to soothe, but she couldn't help the pang of pleasure that shot below her pelvis, and she reluctantly pulled her lips away. The attorney's blue eyes looked down at her with a hint of lust, but Olivia knew her girlfriend was exhausted. She stood, extending her hand. "Why don't we lay down?"
"I don't think I can do anything but lie down," Alex replied with a smile as she allowed the brunette to pull her up off the couch. She headed towards the bedroom on unsteady legs, but turned back toward Olivia. "I don't think I'll be dragging you to any more of those little gatherings," she said.
Olivia grinned. "Are you over the BDSM scene?"
"Not at all," the blonde returned. "I just prefer our own private parties a bit more." With a wink, she turned, leaving Olivia to voice her agreement with a simple, enthusiastic nod.
Don't worry. Rae and I plan on smothering you all with fluffy goodness in the next (and final) chapter.