Pandora's Box
Author's note: Hey everyone. I hope you enjoyed the amazing second chapter by Ariel019. Now enjoy chapter 3, courtesy of moi, CaseyBensonNovak. Thanks for reading, and please review.
Casey's week had been insane. She had been booked with a plethora of trials, and a myriad of hearings. The worst part was, she was lucky if she had seen Olivia for a total of three hours in the last seven days, because it seemed that every time they began to do something, Olivia's cell phone played mood ruiner and called her away. Casey shook her head as she packed her briefcase around seven Friday evening. If she had a nickel for every time their sex life had been interrupted due to Olivia's job, she had a feeling she would be quite rich. Tonight, the beautiful attorney vowed to make things different. She had absolutely no intention of allowing Olivia's damn phone to interrupt them, and, professional ethics aside, she was bound and determined to enjoy one personal night.
So it was with a strangely out of character persona around her that Casey locked the office and made her way down to the parking garage, and to her car. Arriving at her Upper West Side apartment forty five minutes later, Casey made her way inside and opted to take the stairs, since her adrenaline was pulsing throughout her body, making it impossible to be patient enough for the elevator. Entering
Entering the apartment, Casey thought about what she was about to do. Like two months prior, she was going to attempt to seduce Olivia with a treasure hunt. Of course, all the other one had gotten her was a sore bottom and the inability to sit down properly. That had made court time with Petrovsky particularly embarrassing. Casey shook her head, making a mental promise that tonight would work. Tonight she would get what she had wanted for two months. Tonight there would be no interruptions, no mood ruining, etc. It would just be Casey and Olivia, enjoying a typical Friday night together in bed, if there was such a thing.
Casey retrieved a couple of her favorite pots, a box of spaghetti, some tomatoes from the refrigerator, and several jars of seasoning, including red pepper, which she swore Olivia was addicted to. Measuring the perfect amount of water sans measuring cup, Casey placed the heavy pot on the stove and set it to medium flame. She then set to work preparing her sauce in the other pot, and placed that beside the first, setting this one's flame to high. Thirty minutes later, when the spaghetti was finished, Casey scooped a heap onto a plate and smiled to herself. The smell of the pasta wafted through the kitchen, and she knew it would tantalize her beautiful girlfriend. Reaching for her notepad and a pen, Casey composed her first clue. "To find out where I went, do investigate this crazy scent." Smiling to herself once more, the attorney taped the note to the front door. The clue led to the spaghetti, which was where she hid clue number two.
This one was a bit trickier. Casey paused for a moment, debating her wording. In fact, she discarded four pieces of paper before forming the perfect hint. "Dear Detective, there is something amiss. Please go check the place of our third kiss. Of course, she didn't know if Olivia remembered where their third kiss was, but it was significant, in that it had been right after that kiss that Casey made a horrifying confession about her past. One that she tried not to dwell on at the moment. There would be time to talk about it later.
Once the note was hidden strategically in the spaghetti, Casey made her way into the coat closet and began writing her third note. "I know I deserve more than a rosy bottom and instead should wear your purple marks to work for a few days. Reach in my raincoat pocket and bring the hairbrush I brush my hair with an use it to make my naughty bottom glow." Casey placed that note on the door handle to the closet. Then she composed a second note to be hidden in this place. She knew she had just opened the door to a very painful spanking, but she found herself looking forward to it, rather than being afraid. Shaking her head, the attorney realized she was taking two major steps in trusting Olivia: allowing her to spank her with a foreign object, and allowing her to have anal sex with her with a strap on. With a soft smile, she composed the next clue.
"Do you love me? In time we will see,she wrote, taping the note to the inside of the closet door. Exiting the closet, she made her way to the stairs and removed the wall clock from its place on the wall to the right of the fourth step from the bottom. "For all of your tries, you have earned a surprise. For being well read, you must now check under the bed. Hiding the note behind the clock, Casey hung it back up and hurried up the stairs and into her bedroom. Pushing the door open, she left it open just a crack, allowing a sliver of light to illuminate the room. It was now that she composed her third to last clue. "Please do not create a mess in your haste to examine my favorite black dress." Casey slid the note under the bed and made her way into her bedroom closet. Turning the light on, she found the dress in question, the very dress she had worn when Olivia first kissed her. Carefully, Casey opened a box on the top shelf of her closet and retrieved three items, the very three she had laid on the bed two months ago.
The next step was challenging, to say the least. Casey struggled to get it to stay, but after a string of curse words and about twenty minutes of readjusting, Casey had managed to strap the huge toy onto her dress. She hoped it wasn't too bold. Truthfully, she felt a bit self conscious about it. Sighing, she placed the lubricant and two other items next to the toy, items she was too self conscious to spend much time looking at. She composed her second to last clue. "Standing here, you must fill in the blanks. What were the words of Snow White's stepmother when she was alone? The clue only rhymed once the riddle was solved. Snow White's stepmother always uttered the words mirror, mirror and Casey hoped Olivia would solve that. Affixing the note to the dress's left sleeve, Casey exited the closet and entered her bedroom once more, then made her way into her bathroom.
Finally, it was time for the last clue. Casey phrased it carefully. This one was just a note, a simple note. It did not rhyme, it contained no riddle. It did, however, contain a reason. Casey sat on the counter and began writing. "I have gotten myself in trouble again, I suppose. I know I have a terrible temper, and I'm sorry for what I said at the precinct earlier. I didn't mean to call you an arrogant bitch...it just slipped out, and I'm sorry. But I know that you warned me what would happen if I snapped again, and I know I'm in a lot of trouble. I'm sure you have already devised a punishment, but I was hoping that maybe...maybe I could suggest one? I've had this fantasy lately, though I don't know where it came from. This has never been something I've allowed someone to do to me, but um, I was wondering if you possibly wanted to use the toy and take me..from..behind...By that I mean, um, in a different hole, perhaps? Only if you want. I really don't know where that fantasy came from, but for a few weeks now I've really been wondering what it feels like, and I trust you, Olivia. So with that in mind, I offer you my body, and my soul, because I know they are safe in your hands. I've been a bad girl, Detective. Don't you want to teach me a lesson? Casey finished writing the note and taped it to the mirror, then sighed and, leaving her notepad and pen in the bathroom, entered her bedroom again.
She slowly stripped out of her clothes, folding them and placing them in the hamper. Then she removed the price tag from her shopping spree three days ago, and shook her head at the item she had purchased. Shaking her head, the beautiful redhead took a deep breath and then slipped into the lacy black teddy she had bought, with Olivia in mind. Then, she lit three candles, placing them in strategic locations around the bedroom, and slid under the covers, hiding until Olivia found her and began her punishment.
She wondered if it would hurt, and if so, how much. She had been with men, and lots of them, but never had she allowed a single one to have anal sex with her. She was too afraid, of the pain, of the aftereffects, and of the act in general. What if it did nothing for her? What if she was left in excruciating pain because of it? Those had always been the questions she comforted herself with when she told every single man absolutely not upon their request to violate her like that.
But it was different with Olivia. With Olivia, she was not afraid. She was a bit nervous, of course. But more than that...she was actually curious. And excited. And she was ready to allow Olivia to be the first and only person to ever take her like that. Now if only the detective would arrive and show her she was making the right decision. All Casey knew was that she couldn't wait, and that, as the moment of her toy-inflicted punishment grew nearer and nearer, she was going insane with the eager anticipation.