A/N- The much-awaited .
Triggers- Sexual Content, stalking.
On the second month the boot was able to come off. It had grown quite bothersome dragging it around. He had been fortunate enough to not get into any physical altercations. Being a wealthy man could put a target on him. Life in jail had become lackluster at times. There was a simple routine, all the walls looked the same. It was dull. Being stuck in a cell was bothersome. He'd rather be out there, causing chaos, his chaos.
The highlight of his day was watching her. He was long awake before her day began. Every morning she woke up she didn't get out of bed right away. Her hair messy from tossing and turning through the night. She laid their scrolling through her phone for about five to ten minutes. She would check her messages, the weather and her son's school itinerary. She would then begin her morning routine.
She was something different, he couldn't place it just yet. It had been two weeks into her schedule. At first it was to see if his nemesis would make an appearance, but now it was more for his research. He studied her. Why was she so important? He wanted to find that special aspect and keep it for himself. Finding any way to make Stabler weak.
On this day, Captain Benson's day was hectic. She had been to multiple meetings, mostly with higher ups, discussing the unit's progress with cases, training and other boring details.
Noah was at a sleepover, as he heard on a telephone call. This was the first time that she had the place to herself for the night. Richard knew that this was a rarity for her. He had been tuned in for quite some time and he had never seen her go on a date, or out with friends. That mom lived for her job and kid, that much was true. So tonight, he was quite interested to see what the captain did with her free time.
Her ring camera recorded her entering her apartment at eight forty-seven. The captain had her Alexa in quite a few rooms. Sadly, people were unaware how easily it was to hack into those. He could see several of her rooms. Unfortunately for him, his nemesis didn't have any devices of the sort. Elliot Stabler was a much more careful man, much more paranoid.
When she got home, she dropped her bag on the table in a huff. Immediately she reached behind her head yanking the elastic that held her hair in a ponytail, her hair falling past her shoulders. She massaged her scalp, running her fingers through it. Richard inhaled, thinking of the smooth scent of her shampoo. He wished that he could knead his fingers into her neck. The tension in her shoulders looked like it ached. Such a taxing job for such a beautiful.
Going through her online banking, she had stopped by one of the convenience liquor stores. With her location turned on from her google maps, Richard knew which store's security footage to look at. She walked down the Red Wine aisle casually looking at labels, then picking up a dry red bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon. It wasn't the expensive stuff though Richard imagined the wine on his lips, the flavors of the cedar wood, the smoked tobacco. Things he missed.
The crinkling of the brown paper bag rustled as she pulled out the bottle, setting it down on the kitchen counter. Her hair swayed as she turned to one of the upper cabinets. Olivia turned again placing the solo wine glass on the counter of the island. With no hesitation she uncorked the bottle, pouring herself a glass. She took a healthy sip while walking to the fridge. Standing at the fridge for a few moments contemplating, she settled on a container of leftover pasta from the other night. Popping it into the microwave, she waited. Richard enjoyed how she swayed her hips, waiting for the timer to expire. Richard was amused. His eyes went straight to the women's curves. Even with the attire she wore, hiding her assets, he could envision her hips.
After a minute or so, the microwave beeped. Olivia hissed, the steam stinging at her fingers as she picked up the container. Her second attempt, she had a towel in her hand. With her other hand, she took hold of h She brought the container to the coffee table by the couch. For the next hour she casually sipped on her wine and took forkfuls of pasta into her mouth. The tv was on playing a light drama series. She would glance and check her phone constantly. Her shoulders were tight, her posture still not at ease. He almost felt sympathy for her. The constant stress of a unit that was connected to such horrific things. Richard wondered why anyone would work in such a department. Surround by scum and with little to no recognition or payoff. What was the reason? She was special.
The captain received a phone call. Caller ID was from the sleepover. Olivia's face first looked tense but shortly after, it faded into a brief smile. Apparently, it was the host's mother, telling her that Noah was just fine, and was giving an update. Once the call ended, it was back to TV and scrolling through her phone.
It was getting late, almost ten thirty. Olivia outreached her arms in a long stretch, the bottom of her gray blouse lifting, showing some of her skin. Richard liked that.
Olivia reached for the container of food, putting the unfinished meal back into the fridge. Once she grabbed her phone, she made her way to the bedroom, slowly peeling of her shirt, exposing the burgundy bra underneath.
The camera shook violently with movement for a couple of minutes or so. But as soon as the lens focused again, he became memorized at the video Infront of him.
Richard could see her through the camera on her phone, unknowing to her. It was his own little private show just for him. When she laid the phone down on her nightstand it was at an angle that stared back at her. There must have been books, or papers under her phone that conveniently tilted it. Lucky for him.
Richard turned his phone sideways. He couldn't see everything sadly. The camera had her head to her the top of her hip in frame. It was a cruel tease of an angle. Of course, it was a small reward to see her face. Richard stayed so still, holding his breath as the soft fabric of her bra became unclasped and removed. God, the hunger in him imploded as in his view were her breasts. It left him breathless. She had amazing tits. He wondered if Stabler had seen them. I forced that thought out of his mind, putting his attention back on the women on the screen. Her skin was like smooth caramel that he wanted to touch. He wanted to kiss, suck and bite each warm whiskey colored nipple.
Her fingers traced back and forth down her neck. Inadvertently taunting him.
Her hand slowly lowered, beyond the view of the camera. He wished that phone was positioned to where he could she her fully, but he would take what he could get. Her head tilted back slightly, her eyes closing, licking her lips. Her other hand came up to her left nipple, pulling and squeezing.
When she groaned it made him rock hard. Wheatly, brought his fist up to his mouth biting his knuckle. It was a slow agonizing scene. He moved his hand down the waistband of his prison slacks. Gripping himself, he closed his eyes for a brief second picturing her lips around his cock. Her tongue massaging his shaft while she took him all the way down.
Oh Yes.
He imagined her tauntingly using her teeth to softly graze him while coming back up, then using her tongue to circle around the head. She'd waited to meet his gaze, her eyes lustful, knowing that she was tantalizing him. Richard would meet those dark honey shaded eyes as his hands cupped her face, then moving past her temples to get tangled in her hair. Richard grunted envisioning him with his grasp in her hair advancing her back down. Using the fistful to guide her up and down. He would make her deep throat him until there were tears in those eyes.
"Mmm that's it, take it all for Daddy." He verbally hushed out loud as he stroked himself. He fantasized of her delicate fingers, sinking deep inside her. Pumping in and out recklessly. He replaced the image of his cock entering her. His plan would be to have her legs on his shoulders as he pounded into her ruthlessly. He wanted to see those eyes, those lips. He wanted to see that release on her face.
Olivia moved her hips in rhythm. Her expression seemed desperate, breathing rapid. Her hips bucked slightly in the air as her breath hitched when the wave of ecstasy displayed on her face. The sound that she made was heaven to his ears.
Biting her lip as she continued, even more eager than before. Impatiently, grinding against her fingers. One wasn't good enough to cure the ache. She needed more, greedy girl. Richard smirked. He was almost to his edge just a few more seconds.
With the wave of her second orgasm a name slipped softly through her lips.
"Rafa."
Now who the fuck was that?
A/N- Didn't expect that right? Spicy goodness with some drama. Can't wait to put more out for this story. Honestly, I was so disappointed in Season 2 of OC with Wheatley. Maybe I had too high of expectations.