This idea came to be the other day and just would not let go. I have to thank Gayani ( gayani_84) for all her support and advice on this! Hope you all enjoy!
**Elliot is divorced. Flashbacks are shown in italics.
Chapter 1
Olivia Benson didn't need a man.
She was self assured, confident, badass, and loved her body. She'd had to be self-reliant from a young age and she knew how to handle herself, and when to hand her body over and acquiesce (look Walrus, this is how you spell that!) to the feel of a Dom playing her body like a damn fiddle.
She grinned as flashes from the club the night before began to play across her mind, the images dancing in front of her as she dressed into the boxy suits she had bought especially for work. Her body still ached from the delicious feel of the whip across her skin and the achiness that was still between her thighs.
A new department meant proving herself to her coworkers, and she knew she could. She was better suited to her new department than most, and she wanted it more.
She smiled as she walked into her new precinct, and shook hands with her new boss, Donald Cragen. He had a kindness in his eyes that just felt…right. Like she was exactly where she needed to be. Cragen walked her over to her new partner, Elliot; he called him.
"Stabler!" he barked. He looked up and Olivia felt everything in her go cold. She reached out and held out her hand, frozen to the spot.
Standing before her was the man from last night, the man she had kneeled for, the man she had keened and cried out for and let work her body into such a frenzy that she had come harder than she ever had. She had found a calmness in her relief. Satisfaction. Now she didn't know what to do next.
Olivia took a deep breath. ' Breathe Benson. Step forward. Shake his hand. You can do this.'
Elliot Stabler gave her a slow, knowing, lazy grin, eyes moving up and down her body like he was imagining her naked. Their hands touched, every synapse firing in Olivia's body like an electric shock. Except Elliot didn't have to imagine. He'd had her naked, squirming at his feet, felt his large hands stroke and smack her body until she felt like she was on fire, desire pooling in her aching core. The man had positioned her so she was on display, widening her legs and fingering her until she screamed with abandon.
And this man…he was her partner. Someone she had to work with each day. On the plus side, she knew she could trust him, she already had put her faith in him.
The night before- Club Wildlife - 8:00 pm
Olivia stepped foot into Club Wildlife dressed in a black low cut top designed to enhance her cleavage, a series of gold chains attached to the front, a silent nod to where and what she was. She paired it with a black short skirt that showed the curve of her ass if she walked just so. She had curled her dark hair, applied her favorite lipstick, and sprayed her favorite peach scented body spray. She was ready.
She slipped on her wristlet after checking in at the door, her green wristband indicating that she was available and looking for a dom to scene with. White meant that you were just there to observe, not participate, and red meant that you were taken and unavailable to scene without your chosen partner.
Olivia took a seat at the bar, ordering a club soda and sipping it slowly, eyes perusing the room. Alcohol wasn't permitted to anyone not wearing the white bracelets. Her gaze stopped as her eyes met a pair of intense blue eyes across the crowded room.
She felt drawn to him, enthralled. He must have felt the same because he walked over to her without stopping to look at any of the girls who were following his form as he walked. He was ruggedly handsome, dressed in a dark suit, sleeves rolled up to showcase strong forearms.
"My name is Elliot." Elliot reached for her hand, bringing it to his, placing a soft kiss to her wrist and knuckles.
And you are?"
"Olivia."
"Olivia, you are…stunning. I'd be honored if you'd be mine for the night. Look around. Every man in here wants you. You're something special." Elliot paused, almost hesitant, only a tiny intake of breath would indicate he was nervous, and only if you were looking very carefully. He spoke again. "If you agree, I'd like you to join me tonight."
Olivia looked up at him before she nodded, and then followed him to an open room with a bed, toys, and no door.
Elliot studied her. "Dress off. Set it and your bra on the chair, then kneel for me."
Olivia felt a beat of contentment at his words, her body already heating under his gaze. She gingerly laid her clothes on the chair before kneeling by his feet.
Elliot reached out and stroked the slope of her neck, bending to drop a gentle kiss on her head. "Good girl. I took a look at your checklist before asking you to play, peaches. You enjoy an edge of pain to your pleasure. Whipping, spanking, exhibitionism. These all excite you, you naughty girl."
Olivia nodded quietly.
"I can't hear you. Speak up."
Olivia swallowed before speaking, a slight squeak to her voice. "Yes, sir. I do. Very much sir."
"Good. Now. Before we go any further, do I have your consent? If you want to stop at any time, your safe words are green, yellow, and red. Green means you're enjoying it and you'd like to continue. Yellow means slow down, and we check in. Red means full stop. If you say red we are done for the night and we will discuss what went wrong so you feel safe. Understood?"
Olivia spoke, clearly this time. "Yes. I agree sir. Please..."
Elliot grinned and sat on the couch. "Come sit on my lap. Let's see if you're already wet just thinking about me doing those things to you."
Olivia stood on shaky legs, moving to sit on his lap, his strong legs and erection rubbing against her cotton clad bottom as she did.
Elliot slid her panties to the side, slipping a finger over her and grinning. "Soaked." He lifted her hips, pulling her panties off completely and studying her. "I was right. You are…stunning. The most beautiful woman here tonight, truly. I bet every man here is jealous aren't they. Tonight they can look, but they can't touch. You're mine unless you say the word. Turn and look at them Olivia. Look at them watching you. Looking at how beautiful you are. The slope of your breasts. Those gorgeous dark tits begging to be sucked. That glistening pussy just begging to be punished."
Olivia felt herself grow even wetter at his words, a flush blossoming across her chest. She squirmed in his lap, leaving a wet trail on his dark pants.
"Look what you've done. Made a mess, haven't you? So responsive. And I've barely even touched you."
Elliot turned her so she was facing the club floor if anyone were to walk by, spreading her legs wide. Slowly, he slipped a finger into her wet heat, and then another until she was keening and whimpering softly. He reached up and massaged her breasts, tweaking and lowering his mouth to suck at the taut tip, whispering what a good girl she was in her ear.
Olivia cried out, moaning sharply. As soon as she came, Elliot quickly flipped her over, landing two swift slaps to her pert behind. "Let's see if we can get you another, hmm?" Holding down her hips, he grabbed a feathered whip from his toy chest next to him and ran it over her spine until she shivered.
Olivia began to squirm, then gasped at her already sensitized core before the whip began to hit and light her body up in the most delicious places.
Once she was close, Elliot turned her back over before kneeling and sucking on her engorged clit.
Olivia whimpered, soft pants and gasps filling the room. The man was a magician with his tongue, every stroke sent her senses into overdrive. When his tongue and fingers found her g-spot, she let out a long shuddering moan and came again, hard.
Elliot whispered in her ear what a beautiful sight it was and how much he had enjoyed tonight, thanking her for coming for him. When she moved to touch his belt, he simply pulled her hands up high and whispered, "next time. Until next time my dear. Will you join me again in a week's time? 8pm, Saturday?"
Olivia felt herself nod. If only she had known what awaited her at work the next day… her new partner. Elliot.
To the lyrics of Some Enchanted Evening-
Some enchanted evening, you may see a stranger,
You may see a stranger across a crowded room,
And somehow you know, you know even then,
That somehow you'll see here again and again.
Some enchanted evening, someone may be laughing,
You may hear her laughing across a crowded room,
And night after night, as strange as it seems,
The sound of her laughter will sing in your dreams.
Who can explain it, who can tell you why?
Fools give you reasons, wise men never try.
Some enchanted evening, when you find your true love,
When you hear her call you across a crowded room,
Then fly to her side and make her your own,
Or all through your life you may dream all alone.
Once you have found her, never let her go,
Once you have found her, never let her go.
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