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Red

Jesus fucking Christ.

Olivia was standing at his door; her hair was swept up with tendrils hanging framing her face. She was wearing deep red lipstick on her wicked smile, and a hint of a smokey eye. She had a black trench coat on with a red tie around her waist that was keeping it closed, and bare legs.

And she was wearing her fucking glasses.

He was hard instantly. He eyed her up and down, as his pulse beat in his ears. He was so turned on he temporarily lost the ability of speech and movement. He just stood there staring at her trying to remember to breathe. He couldn't remember his own name right now, so breathing was a toss-up.

"Can I come in Detective?" she said, in that low sultry voice if hers.

All he could do was nod yes.

She sauntered past him as he shifted to let her in, his eyes on her like a lion in the wild stalking it's prey.

The smell of her perfume followed her, and it invaded his nostrils. He took a deeper breath, and it sent a shiver down his spine. He was starting to feel drunk on her, and he hadn't even touched her yet.

He noticed the red bottoms of her sky-high heels and he swallowed hard.

She turned around to face him throwing the small bag she brought with her on the kitchen table.

He still had barely moved except to close his apartment door. He slowly took a few steps towards her trying to regain his motor functions.

She smirked looking down at his gun in his hand and back up to his eyes that were now burning a hole right through her.

"So, are you going to frisk me or just stare?" she said as she pulled the tie around her waist, opening her jacket and slipping it off her shoulders letting it drop to the floor. She was wearing a black sheer lace bustier, a black sheer lace high cut thong, heels, and nothing else.

He died.

Right there in front of her.

Olivia tugged at her bottom lip. The look of pure lust mixed with shock on his face and the bulge in his sweats were causing her body to vibrate with want.

He hadn't said anything yet, which meant her plan was working by the look on his face, but he also hadn't moved which was a little unnerving when you're standing in front of your soulmate basically naked.

"Elliot…" she purred, raising one of her eyebrows.

All of a sudden it was like one hundred thousand volts of electricity shot through his body with the sound of his name on her lips.

He set his gun on the counter next to him and in an instant, he was on her, crushing his lips to hers. His hands slid down to the uncovered skin of her ass gripping her hard, pulling her to him and she almost lost all her resolve.

But she steeled her mind before his tongue turned her legs to jelly.

She was in charge tonight. He was strong, intense… dominant, but tonight… she was going to bring him to his knees and make him forget Angela Wheatley ever existed.

She bit his bottom lip hard, and he jerked back to look at her, a new sense of arousal hitting him all over.

She smirked and gave him a low throaty laugh that made his cock twitch.

He smiled and moved to kiss her again, but she brought her hand up to his lips.

"Elliot stop." she said in her Captain voice.

He froze. His eyes were burning for her and every nerve ending in his body felt like she lit a fuse in them. But she told him to stop so he stopped. The second he saw what she was wearing… wearing for him… only for him, he would have done anything she asked.

Her breath suddenly quickened, and she looked down at his lips, her eyes roaming over his shoulders and all those muscles. He always did look smokin' in a tank she thought.

She could do this. She knew she could do this, but it was going to be hard. Her need for him and everything he makes her feel was proving difficult to control.

In her past sexual experiences, she had always wanted to take control. Be the dominant one. But most of the men she dated preferred to be the "man" so to speak. Things might get carried away and she never trusted anyone enough to even suggest it. But Elliot… she trusted him with her life. Besides, she had always fantasized about bossing him around in the bedroom and how he might react.

Elliot could see Olivia was working something out in her head, and all he could hope was that he would be a part of it. He desperately wanted to kiss her again, but it seemed like she was calling the shots tonight.

She took a deep breath as she closed her eyes for a second, and when she opened them, she looked right at him, her eyes darker than he'd ever seen.

"Sit on the couch." She said in her Captain voice.

She felt him shiver, and then he slowly let her go, his fingertips lightly grazing up her bare ass causing goosebumps to ripple across her skin.

He smirked a little feeling her reaction and went to sit on his couch.

He was going to pay for that arrogant look of his she thought.

Olivia waited till he settled himself, his eyes back on her before she placed her hands on her thighs. She slowly slid them up, stopping at the sides of her thong, slipping her fingers beneath, playing with the delicate fabric as she made her way over to stand in between his legs at the couch.

He took a deep breath trying his best to keep her eye contact, but he couldn't. His eyes slipped down to her lips and over her collar bone to the deep V of her cleavage. He could see her dark nipples through her bustier. He flexed his jaw wishing he could pull one of them in his mouth and make her whimper. His eyes scaled the beautiful golden skin of her stomach and down to where her fingers were. Where he wanted his fingers to be.

"See something you like?" she hummed.

"Yes…" he said his voice strained.

"Captain…" she said sharply. She saw his nostrils flare and his arousal spread up his chest and neck, leaving his skin red. She smirked at him, knowing how much calling her Captain aroused him.

"Yes… Captain." He said, his voice deep and gravelly.

"Good boy…" she said seductively.

He growled at her, leaning towards her and slipped his hands to the backs of her thighs and she took him by surprise when she flattened her hand on his chest and pushed him into the back of the couch with force. She leaned forward keeping her weight in her hand on his chest. She was bent at the waist, looking over the top of her glasses at him. He was so hard it hurt.

"No touching…" she ordered, her voice stern. "Until I tell you…" she said a little softer, a smile crossing her lips.

"Yes Captain." Elliot answered, now so aroused and consumed by Olivia and her authority over him he was starting to feel lightheaded.

She stood back up slowly and brought her hands to her glasses sliding them off and throwing them over on a chair. She put her hands on her neck, bringing them down over her breasts cupping herself. She moaned and let her head fall back, her eyes slipping shut, feeling her nipples harden as she touched herself. She heard Elliot suck in a deep breath, and a cunning smile slipped over her mouth.

"Jealous?" she asked still enjoying herself, even though she knew nothing was like his touch.

"Very… Captain…" he said, drawing out her rank.

He gripped the edge of the couch, holding on, hoping to find his resolve.

Hoping he could resist long enough until she told him not to. He wasn't sure how much power over himself he had left. But when she allowed it… he couldn't be held responsible for what he might do. She was pushing him to the edge of a cliff, and he so desperately wanted to jump off with her.

She brought her eyes back to him, looking at his present condition. She wasn't entirely through playing this game, but she also was running low on her own self-control. His erection was painfully visible, and he couldn't have been comfortable.

"Take off your shirt." she instructed.

He slipped his tank off quickly and watched her eyes roam over his bare chest. She pulled her bottom lip in with her teeth. He loved that about her. She never left him wondering if he turned her on. Even with this game she was playing, and playing mighty well, she still couldn't help her obvious want for him. And he loved her for it.

Her breathing quickened.

"You make me so wet…" she said, almost in a whisper to herself.

He felt his entire body shudder at her words, and he gripped the edge of the couch so hard his knuckles were turning white.

"Like what you see… Captain?" he said smugly, and he smiled, a satisfied look on his face. He couldn't help it. He wanted to push back against her control. Test just how far she was prepared to go.

That arrogant bastard… she thought. If he thought just taking his shirt off was going to turn her into a puddle on the floor and give up the reins, he had another thing coming. Even though she was already at a point where her legs weren't going to hold her up much longer, he didn't need to know that. But it was ok, she had a plan.

Her right hand slid down to the apex between her thighs, and she rubbed herself through the very thin piece of material covering her, her left hand still massaging her breast, a low moan escaping her throat.

"Liv…" Elliot choked out. He could have come just from the sight of her pleasuring herself, but he wanted so desperately to be the one touching her… making her moan and shake.

She shot him a demanding look at using her name instead of her rank and he quickly corrected himself.

"Captain…" he said. He wasn't going to make it much longer without touching her.

"Please…" he begged.

Oh yes… she thought. The pleading in his voice was starting to make her feel unhinged.

She licked her lips, dragging her tongue across her teeth as she moved the sheer scrap of fabric covering her over and dipped her fingers into her wetness, then sliding them over her core. She whimpered at the contact. She watched him tense, his breathing picked up and his hands were now fisted on the couch.

She arched a little, moaning as her pleasure started to build.

He was almost shaking. He gritted his teeth. Watching her touch herself was more erotic than he ever thought possible, and he was dying. It was like being in the desert without water and trying to drink the sand.

"Don't move." She ordered and she saw his whole body go rigid.

She moved then, setting her knees on either side of him, but not putting any weight on him, resting her left hand on his shoulder. Her touch made him jerk.

Her beautiful full breast were inches from his face. She was all but falling out of the sexy lingerie she bought for him, and it took every ounce of self control he had left not to touch her.

She was now pleasuring herself over him. He felt a bit of anger spike in his veins that she wasn't letting him touch her. He could smell her heat and his throat ran dry at the thought of tasting her. His eyes were locked on her fingers… watching… learning.

He heard her breathless laugh and he looked up at her face. It was sinful. He also noticed deep in her eyes the same look he saw when he first told her about... that other woman.

He knew what she was doing. She knew exactly how much she was killing him. She was going to tease him until he broke. She was making him pay for his prideful comment… and for kissing another woman. The wrong woman.

He felt a tornado of emotions whipping inside him. He loved her so much and there was something so satisfying about knowing she was a little jealous… possessive even.

It wasn't the same when he felt the pinch of jealousy Kathy always felt towards Liv. No this was different… this was exhilarating… dangerous… nerve-racking.

She leaned into his ear, so close he could almost feel her lips.

"Tell me how much you want to touch me…" she whispered, her breath hot on his neck.

He groaned closing his eyes. She was so close to him… all he had to do was pull himself out of his sweats and one quick yank of her hips and he could be buried deep inside her. He tried to slow his breathing and he smoothed his tongue over his lip where she had bit him. The sting sharpened his mind a bit.

"You first…" he said in a piercing tone. He had just about used what was left of his control to say that comment and he knew she would punish him for it. He would willingly pay the price.

Oh, my fucking God, she thought. She was starting to lose this battle with him, and he was baiting her, but she needed to pull it together. She had to.

She summoned a laugh trying her hardest to play it cool. Pretending his words didn't jolt through her, making her want to surrender.

"I don't have to tell you… I could show you… but maybe later… if you're a good boy…" she whispered in his ear, and then put a little more pressure on her core causing a high breathy moan to escape her throat as she gripped his shoulder tighter. She moaned again, louder this time as she threw her head back and arched her back. She could feel herself on the edge, and she so desperately wanted a release, but not yet she told herself… not yet.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!

He had to hand it to her. She had a level of self-control he couldn't even fathom. He was wavering and his muscles were starting to twitch out of his control. She had about thirty seconds before he was going to jump off that cliff… and take what he wanted.

She felt his presence change and she knew he was at his breaking point. She was at hers too. She removed her hand from her core and put it on his other shoulder readying to brace herself for what she knew was coming. She moved her face to his, looking deep into the depths of the raging inferno in his eyes.

"Elliot…" she barely whispered, shaking on the edge of her restraint.

"Touch me…"