Author's note: Hey guys. A lot of you have given me your ideas, both through email and review. I'm really surprised by how many people responded. This chapter is their date night, but they already had the actual date. I guess this is post date. Anyway, I did my best to incorporate what I could and still make it interesting. If you don't see your idea in here, it means it is in my list on a file on my computer. They will get used. As always, reviews are greatly appreciated! They are a writer's bread and butter. PS. If you want your username publicly credited, let me know and I'll do that for you. Thanks again. Enjoy.
Casey looked around Olivia's apartment as they entered later that evening. They had gone to dinner at one of Casey's favorite restaurants, then Olivia suggested coming to her apartment instead of Casey's. The redhead had asked several times on the way back why it mattered whose place they spent the night at, but all Olivia would say was the same thing as at the courthouse. "I have a special night planned for us," the older woman had responded. Casey wasn't one for guessing games, and not knowing what Olivia had in mind was driving her nuts. "Olivia?" she asked again as Olivia closed and locked the front door. "Please tell me?"
But Olivia simply shook her head. "If I told you, it would ruin the surprise, and where's the fun in that?" she replied. "You'll find out soon, when I'm ready for you to find out."
Casey sighed, biting her lip in frustration. "A hint?" she asked hopefully.
"Nope." Olivia smiled and walked into the kitchen, from which she had a lovely view of the young attorney. "You'll find out shortly, I promise," she said as she opened the cabinet above the stove, retrieving two wine glasses. "I have been planning this night ever since you came back. Every day I've added more onto what I am going to do, and if I do say so myself, it's going to be an incredible night for you."
Casey groaned, laying her head on the armrest of the sofa. "You're making the suspense worse," she complained. "What if you tell me and then I still act surprised when you do it?" the redhead asked, perking up hopefully.
"No amount of begging is going to get me to cave, baby. You're just going to have to wait and see."
"But I've been waiting all day!"
Olivia uncorked a bottle of red wine and poured some into each glass. She entered the living room, carrying the drinks carefully. As she handed one to Casey, she smiled and sat down next to her. She reached over and gently lifted Casey's chin so that the younger woman was forced to look into her eyes. "I'll tell you what. Just because you're so damn adorable when you're begging, I'll give you a hint. I want to try some new things tonight." Seeing Casey's emerald eyes widen with worry, Olivia gently kissed her cheek. "Nothing bad. Is that what you're worried about?"
"I don't know," Casey admitted, lowering her gaze to the carpet. "New things could mean anything. I mean I know you would never hurt me, but I'm still worried that…." She trailed off, unsure how to finish her thought.
"That I'll hurt you?" Olivia asked, as if reading her mind. Casey nodded without saying anything. "Casey, look at me." When Casey didn't, she sighed softly. "You know I would never hurt you. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I did."
"I know," Casey mumbled. "It's just that new things, by definition, implies things that you want to do and have experience with but that are new to me, and you know I have no experience. You're the only woman I've ever been with. What if I mess up?"
Olivia brushed a stray lock of red hair out of Casey's eyes and kissed her gently on the lips. "You're you. There's no way you could ever mess up," she replied comfortingly.
"Okay," Casey murmured. She turned to face Olivia and smiled. "You always know all the right things to say," she said, leaning over and biting gently into Olivia's neck.
Olivia let out a low growl in response. Without saying anything, she gently pushed Casey onto her back, pinning her to the sofa. "Didn't anyone ever tell you that assaulting an officer is against the law?" she demanded, maintaining a firm grip on Casey's wrists. "You can be severely punished for that particular crime, Counselor," the detective added, looking down into Casey's eyes. "But since you're pretty, I suppose you can earn probation." Without hesitation, she began undoing the buttons of Casey's suit jacket. Within seconds, she had managed to get that, as well as the attorney's blouse and bra, off and thrown onto the floor.
Casey had always loved how easily they slipped into their roles in the bedroom. Sometimes it seemed as if they were talking one minute and finding other uses for their mouths the next. Tonight was no exception. Feeling Olivia's fingertips brushing against her abdomen, Casey, who was extremely ticklish, jumped. "Probation?" she repeated. "How do I earn probation?"
"By being a good girl, how else?" Olivia asked before kissing her way down Casey's neck to her chest. Taking the redhead's left breast into her mouth, she sucked on her nipple until it hardened, making Casey whimper in pleasure. Without warning, Olivia bit down, and when Casey let out a little cry of surprise, Olivia smirked, releasing the younger woman's breast. "Did you say something?" she asked with a smirk. Casey's answer consisted of a mere shaking of her head. "That's what I thought," Olivia said, raking her nails as hard as she could down Casey's body.
Casey briefly wondered why the older woman didn't seem to be in the mood for any form of foreplay tonight, choosing instead to get to the point. However, her thoughts were quickly lost when Olivia's tongue reached her already throbbing clit. "What about my rights?" she managed to quip.
"Don't push it, sweetheart," Olivia murmured before her tongue resumed its torture of the attorney's body. She alternated between biting, sucking, and licking the younger woman's anatomy. It was only a matter of seconds before Casey began to whisper her name pleadingly, against her better judgment. And then, just as soon as she had started, the brunette stopped. Seeing Casey's pout, she smiled. "You've been a bad girl. I don't think you've learned your lesson, so why should I let you reach the edge? Besides," she added, standing up from the couch, "I told you I had several things planned." She reached for Casey's hand and pulled her up into a standing position. Reaching for her handcuffs, she pinned Casey's arms behind her back. "You want your rights? Fine. Casey Novak, you are under arrest for assaulting a police officer. You have the right to remain silent. If you give up that right, anything you say can and will be used against you in our bedroom. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, there are other ways you can plead your case." Without another word, she led Casey into the bedroom. Closing the door behind them, the detective pushed the younger woman face down onto the bed. As she undid the cuffs, Casey began to hope for her freedom, but that was quickly lost when she realized that was not at all Olivia's intention. The brunette uncuffed her, only to cuff her wrists to the bars of the headboard. "Wait here," she ordered.
Casey sighed, closing her eyes. The room was so silent that she could hear the ticking of the clock on the wall as if it were magnified a thousand times. It felt like forever had passed when the bed finally shifted, signaling Olivia's return. "Open your eyes," came the firm order. Casey, after a moment of hesitation, opened her eyes. It took her a moment to find Olivia, who was sitting next to her. The brunette had finally taken her clothes off. Casey's eyes roamed downward, but quickly stopped and widened, showing her shock. Around Olivia's hips was a black harness, which Casey could see was leather. They had never used any toys, but Casey was certainly no dummy. Despite the fact that she knew what it was, it still took a moment to register. "What?" she tried to ask, but the word died on her lips. Her throat suddenly felt very dry. "The hell?" the attorney finally managed to choke out. It didn't help that she was still face down on the bed, unable to sit up. All she could do was turn her head to either side.
"I told you a long time ago that there were things I wanted to do to you. But you left not long after that, and I never got the chance," Olivia replied. "I'm not going to make that mistake again. You're back, and I have every intention of loving you in every possible way. I just need you to trust me. Do you trust me, Case?"
Casey didn't answer for several moments. She was still recovering from the shock. Of course she knew people did stuff like this all the time, but the fact that Olivia wanted to do it to her was almost too much to process. "I trust you," she murmured. She knew it was true. "I just…don't know what to do."
"Use your instincts, honey," Olivia replied. "Do what feels natural to you. What do you want to do right now?"
Casey shrugged. "Idon'tknow," she mumbled, her words coming out as a jumble. "I guess I….want to lick it?" she asked, wincing at how stupid that sounded. She suddenly felt very self conscious.
But instead of saying her desires were strange, Olivia smiled and rose onto her knees. Casey was still cuffed, but the position the detective was in allowed her to reach without hurting herself. "Then do it," she said. Still feeling really shy, Casey looked at her for a moment, needing further reassurance. Olivia nodded. "Go on," she urged. Casey did as she was told, tentatively taking the toy slowly into her mouth. She flicked her tongue against it, wondering if she was doing it right. Olivia watched her, still smiling. If Casey would have known what the older woman was thinking at that moment, she might just have passed out; Olivia's thoughts were centered on some very kinky desires, influenced very much by the redhead's talent at familiarizing herself with the huge toy. After several more moments, Olivia gently pushed Casey's head away. "Good girl," she murmured. "Now lay down on your stomach like you were before and close your eyes. Do not open them until I say so. Just trust me," she said, repeating the words she had said pretty much ever since they got back from their date.
Olivia made sure the bedroom lights were off, all except the lamp on the nightstand. After checking Casey's eyes to make sure they were closed, she made her way to the foot of the bed. Placing her hands on Casey's hips, she penetrated her from behind, slowly sliding the entire toy into her.
Feeling Olivia enter Casey gasped softly, biting her lip until she drew blood. She let out a little whimper as the older woman began a steady pace of thrusting in and out of her. Casey knew that there was nobody she would rather have this experience with, especially since it was her first time with any toy at all. Olivia had started out very gentle, but as time passed, her thrusts became harder and deeper. Casey buried her head the best she could, gasping and writhing underneath her. Somehow she managed to curl her fingers around the bars of the headboard. As Olivia gave a particularly hard thrust into her, Casey cried out.
"Are you going to be a good girl?" came the detective's demand from behind her.
"Don't stop," Casey pleaded, shutting her eyes tightly.
Olivia reached for Casey's hair and yanked on it. Maintaining a firm grip, she continued to move in and out of her with the huge toy. "I asked you a question, Counselor, and I expect an answer. Are. You. Going. To. Be. Good?" Each word was punctuated with a hard, almost painful thrust of the toy.
"Yes!" Casey whimpered, assaulting her own lip with yet another bite. "Please," she moaned.
"Good," Olivia whispered. Yanking on Casey's hair once more, she resumed her thrusts, which had become so hard that with each thrust, Casey fell forward somewhat. "Cum for me," she ordered.
That was all it took. One last thrust of the huge toy sent Casey over the edge, screaming Olivia's name in pleasure. She came multiple times, struggling against the handcuffs that bound her to the bed. As Olivia slowly pulled out of her, Casey collapsed, laying still on the bed. Several moments passed, then Olivia came over and undid the cuffs. Massaging Casey's wrists, she smiled and kissed her passionately. "See? You're a natural."
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