As she worked, Olivia became aware of Brian's gaze on her. He had been acting distant lately, and she wondered if something was wrong.
"Hey, Brian, can I talk to you for a second?" she asked, looking up at him.
Brian, startled from his thoughts, smiled at her. "Hey, yeah, sure. What's up, Liv?" he asked.
Olivia took a deep breath, steeling herself for the conversation she had wanted for a while. "Well, I just wanted to clarify something," she began softly. "I enjoy spending time with you, and I value our friendship. But I want to make sure we're on the same page. I'm not looking to date anyone right now, and I don't want any confusion or mixed signals."
Brian's face fell slightly, but he nodded in understanding. "Oh, yeah, no, I get it," he replied. "I didn't mean to push you or anything. I like spending time with you too, and I'd be happy to continue as friends if that's what you want."
Olivia felt a wave of relief wash over her. She smiled at him gently. "Thanks, Brian. I appreciate that. Things are just complicated for me right now; I have a lot on my plate with work and, well, I recently found out I have a kid on the way, so I need to focus on getting things ready." She paused, taking a moment to gather her thoughts. "I just don't want things to be awkward between us."
Brian nodded, his expression softening.
"Yeah, of course, no worries. Friends it is." He paused, then smiled, "But I'm here if you ever need anything, okay?"
As the conversation drew close, Elliot, another colleague sitting nearby, looked up from his desk. He had been observing the exchange with interest, his expression unreadable. Olivia caught his eye briefly, wondering if he had overheard their conversation.
For now, though, she felt a weight lift from her shoulders. She and Brian had navigated a potentially tricky situation with maturity and understanding. As she returned to her work, she felt a sense of relief and gratitude for Brian's supportive response.
As the afternoon wore on, Olivia glanced occasionally at Brian, who was intensely focused on his task. She reflected on their conversation and felt grateful for their continued friendship. She knew that with Brian's support and newfound clarity, she could navigate the challenges ahead. Unbeknownst to Olivia, Elliot remained curious about their exchange. He couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to Olivia's situation than met the eye. As the day drew to a close, he made a mental note to approach her privately in the coming days. Elliot felt a sense of protectiveness towards Olivia and wanted to ensure she had all the support she needed, especially with her new challenges.
Despite the initial apprehension, she felt empowered by her conversation with Brian and the understanding they had reached.
On Fridays of the same month, as the office buzzed with pre-weekend excitement, Olivia approached Brian's desk with a smile.
"Hey, Brian, any plans for the weekend?" she asked casually. "Feel like grabbing a coffee or something? It's been a while since we caught up properly."
Brian looked up from his computer, a smile spreading across his face. "That sounds great, Liv. I was thinking about suggesting the same thing. It feels like we haven't had a proper chat in ages."
Olivia and Brian headed out, not as potential romantic partners but as friends, Elliot, watching from afar, couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction that, despite the complications, their friendship had endured.
Olivia walked into Elliot's office, closing the door behind her. She smiled at him, her expression casual as she addressed him. "Hey, we just got a confession," she said, a hint of excitement in her voice. "Is there any paperwork you need to be done?" Olivia asks.
"No, I don't need anything," he replied briefly, coming out a little curter than he had intended.
Olivia noticed the curtness in Elliot's tone, and she tilted her head slightly, studying his expression. She could sense that something was off.
"Are you okay?" she asked gently, eyes searching his face.
Elliot leaned back in his chair, trying to act nonchalant. But he couldn't keep the jealousy out of his voice as he asked the question that had been burning in his mind.
"So, what's the deal with you and Brian?" he inquired, his tone somewhat cold.
Olivia felt a flash of irritation at the way Elliot was acting. She crossed her arms and locked eyes with him, her expression firm. "No, we're not doing this," she said, her tone harsh. "Outside that room, we're friends or co-workers. And frankly, I don't appreciate how you're acting right now."
Elliot leaned back in his chair, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips." Is that so, detective?" he retorted, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "You don't appreciate my attitude, huh? Well, you should be thanking me. I'm just looking out for you."
Olivia felt a mix of frustration and annoyance at Elliot's cocky demeanor. She crossed her arms and clenched her jaw before speaking firmly. "I don't need your help," she retorted. "I can take care of myself. And besides, your attitude right now is uncalled for."
Elliot raised an eyebrow at her response, his smirk widening into a cocky grin. "I think you do need my help. In fact," he said, leaning forward slightly, "I think you need me more than you realize."
Olivia felt a sudden weakness in her knees. She shifted uncomfortably, trying to maintain her composure. She couldn't tell him that his dominant tone was getting to her. "I... I don't need anything from you," she managed to say, her voice cracking slightly.
Elliot chuckled, clearly enjoying the effect he was having on her. He leaned back in his chair again, his gaze locked on her face. "Are you sure about that, Benson?" he drawled, his eyes tracing her figure slowly. "Because it looks like you're struggling to even stand on your own two feet right now."
"Oh fuck you, Elliot I don't need you," Olivia said in a harsh tone.
Elliot took a step closer to her, closing the distance between them. He was so close now that she could feel the heat radiating off his body. "That's not what you said last night while I was inside of you, Olivia," Elliot says in a harsh whisper.
Olivia tensed as Elliot stepped closer, his body heat enveloping her. The memory of their night together suddenly flooded her mind, making her heart race. She clenched her jaw, trying to maintain her composure. "That... that was different," she protested, her voice coming out more breathless than she would have liked.
Elliot smirked, noticing the hitch in her voice. He could tell she was affected by his proximity, and he took another step closer.
"How so, princess?" he asked, his voice low and seductive. "Because from where I'm standing, it seems like you want me just as much today as you did last night."
"Bend over my desk, Olivia," Elliot ordered, his voice deep and authoritative. "Look at you, being a naughty girl. We aren't even at the club; you're still listening to me. Here, I'm your boss. You do what I say."
Olivia's heart raced as she obeyed, her brown hair tumbling over her shoulders as she positioned herself across the sleek, wooden desk. She felt exposed, knowing that at any moment, anyone could walk in and see her like this—wanting, waiting, and wet for her dominance. Her tall, lithe body trembled slightly as she anticipated what would come.
As she gazed down at the floor, she noticed her hands clasped together, fingers intertwining nervously. Being in this position, about to be fucked by him, made her feel deliciously naughty.
Elliot stepped closer, taking in the sight of Olivia's perfect, round ass presented to him. He loved the way she submitted so thoroughly, and his cock twitched with need. He ran his hand over the smooth wood of the desk, feeling the power dynamic in every fiber of his being.
He traced a finger along the seam of her jeans, watching her react to his touch. "You like being told what to do, don't you, Olivia?" he murmured, his breath hot against her ear. "You're my good girl and a dirty little slut for me."
Olivia bit her lip, suppressing a moan. She loved the way he talked to her, the filthy words sending shivers down her spine. "Yes, Sir," she whispered, her voice hoarse with desire. "I'm your good girl."
Elliot smirked, his blue eyes glittering with desire. He loved her responses, the way she surrendered to him so willingly. He reached for the button of her jeans, slowly popping it open before dragging the zipper down, baring her soft skin to his touch.
His fingers hooked into the waistband, tugging the jeans down, along with her panties, exposing her pussy to the cool air. Elliot breathed in the scent of her arousal, his cock pulsing as he admired the wetness glistening on her folds.
"Such a pretty cunt," he growled, his finger gently tracing her slit, collecting her juices. He brought his finger to his mouth, sucking it into his mouth with a lustful groan. "So fucking sweet, Olivia."
Olivia whimpered, her hips bucking slightly as she craved more contact. "Please, Sir... I need you. Fuck me, please."
Elliot smirked, spanking her ass cheek firmly. "Impatient, aren't we? I decide when I fuck you and where. But don't worry, my naughty little sub, I plan to use that tight cunt of yours.".
Just as Elliot was about to further his advances, they were interrupted by a loud knock on the door. He pulled away from Olivia and sighed in frustration, his cocky expression replaced by annoyance
Elliot reluctantly stepped away from Olivia and said to Brian, "Come in."
Brian opened the door and poked his head in, holding a stack of papers. He looked at Elliot and Olivia, unaware of their proximity.
"Hey, I got those papers you asked for."
Brian trailed off as he noticed the tension between Elliot and Olivia, his gaze flickering between them. The room was thick with unspoken tension, and the scent of desire, and Brian couldn't help but wonder if he had interrupted something.
Fin burst into the room, oblivious to Elliot and Olivia's tension. He noticed Brian standing in the doorway, holding a stack of papers, and Elliot standing a few steps away from Olivia, looking somewhat flustered.
"Hey guys, we got a case," Fin announced, ignoring the palpable awkwardness in the room. "We need to get going."
Olivia opened the message from Elliot, her heart racing in anticipation."I can't stop thinking about what almost happened in my office earlier. Still want to finish what we started."
Olivia's heart raced as she read the message, her eyes darting to Fin, who was focused on the building across the street. She bit her lip, her mind spinning as she thought of a reply. She wanted Elliot; there was no denying it. The stakeout seemed to drag on, and she became restless, shifting in her seat.
Olivia felt a tingle between her legs as she read the explicit message. Her pussy was getting wet, and she shifted uncomfortably, crossing and uncrossing her legs. She knew she shouldn't be doing this, especially not while on the job, but she couldn't help herself.
O: Neither can I. But we'll have to wait until we're alone again.
E: Well, in the meantime. I want to tear your clothes off and fuck you senseless. I want to see that gorgeous body of yours writhing in pleasure.
O: could you take me right here?
E: Tell me what you want me to do to you
O: I want your mouth on me. I want you to taste my pussy, make me cum with your skilled tongue.
E: Fuck, Olivia. You have no idea how hard I am right now just thinking about it. I want to make you scream my name
O: O: Mmm, I want that too. I need your dick inside me. I want you to fuck me hard.
E: I'm going to pin you against the wall and fuck you until you forget your name
Before she could respond, another text buzzed through, this time from Alex.
A: I didn't realize you were into this sort of thing, Olivia. he wrote, his tone curious and a little shocked. It's a side I've never seen before.
O: Omg, Alex, I'm sorry those weren't for you!
A: Well, clearly, let me guess, Elliot?
O: I- yeah…
A: I want all the tea when you're off work! Well, you're probably going to get dick downed first, then we can talk about it!
Ding Ding
E: Assuming you've got your witness meet me in my office when you're done doing what needs to be done, Detective Benson.
Olivia's heart raced as she left the stakeout with Elliot. The anticipation of what was to come had her biting her lip, her body already humming with desire. She knew Elliot well and knew he wouldn't be able to resist taking advantage of the situation.
As they entered the interrogation room, Elliot locked the door behind them. The click of the lock sent a shiver down Olivia's spine. She turned to face him, her breath quickening as she took in his intense gaze.
"You've been a naughty girl, Olivia," Elliot murmured, his eyes darkening with desire. "Sexting me while on the job. You know that's unacceptable."
Olivia felt a thrill at his words. She loved it when Elliot took control. "I'm sorry, sir," she said in a low voice, biting her lip as she met his gaze. "But I just couldn't help myself. I needed you."
Without warning, Elliot pushed her against the interrogation room table, the cold, hard surface taking her by surprise. Her breath caught in her throat as he pressed his body against hers, his hands gripping her hips roughly.
"You need to be punished," he growled, his lips brushing against her ear. "And I'm going to fuck you right here, right now."
Olivia moaned softly, her body aching for him. "Yes, please," she whispered, her eyes fluttering closed as she anticipated his next move.
Elliot pulled back slightly, his hands moving up to grip her wrists, pinning them above her head. With his body pressing against hers, she could feel the hardness of his cock through his pants.
"You want me to fuck you, don't you, Olivia?" he demanded, his voice hoarse with need.
"Yes," she gasped, arching her back slightly, offering herself to him. "I need you to fuck me hard, Elliot. Right now."
A devious smile curved his lips, and he released her wrists, tracing a path down her body with his hands. He cupped her breasts through her shirt, squeezing them roughly, his thumbs brushing over her already-hardened nipples.
Olivia whimpered at the sensation, her head falling back as she relished the feel of his touch. "Oh God, yes," she breathed, her hips bucking slightly against his.
Without warning, Elliot lifted her shirt. Her breasts spilled free, the cool air of the room causing her nipples to tighten further.
"Fucking beautiful," he muttered, lowering his head to take one taut nipple into his mouth. He sucked and nibbled, his tongue swirling around the sensitive peak while his hand massaged and squeezed her other breast.
Olivia cried out, her hands tangling in his hair as she held him to her. "Elliot, please," she begged, her body on fire. "I need you inside me."
He pulled back, his eyes glittering with hunger. "You want my cock, Olivia? You want me to fill that tight pussy of yours?"
"Yes," she panted, her eyes never leaving his. "I want you to fuck me on this table. Hard and fast."
Elliot smiled, a dangerous gleam in his eye. Then, reaching down, he fumbled with the button and zipper of his pants, finally releasing his thick, hard cock. Olivia's eyes widened at the sight of it, her pussy clenching in anticipation.
In one swift move, Elliot lifted her, placing her on the edge of the table and stepping between her thighs. He hooked her legs over his arms, exposing her wet, waiting pussy to his hungry gaze.
"You're so fucking gorgeous like this," he groaned, stroking his cock once, twice, before positioning himself at her entrance.
Olivia looked down, watching as Elliot slowly pushed himself inside her. She felt deliciously stretched and packed as he sank balls-deep into her waiting heat.
"Oh fuck," she moaned, her head falling back as she savored the feeling of him buried deep within her. "Feels so good."
Elliot pulled back, almost out, before thrusting forward again, setting a ruthless pace. The table creaked beneath them as he pounded into her, the sound of their flesh slapping together filling the room.
Olivia met his thrusts with her own, her hips rising to greet each powerful stroke.
"Harder, Elliot," she begged, her nails digging into the table surface. "Fuck me harder."
Grunting, Elliot complied, his hands gripping her thighs as he slammed into her with force. The table rocked with the force of their passion, their grunts and moans filling the small space.
"That's it, take it," Elliot growled, his eyes locked on where their bodies were joined. "Wrap those gorgeous legs around me, Olivia."
Olivia did as he asked, locking her ankles together behind his back, allowing him even deeper access. "Oh yes," she cried as he hit a sweet spot deep within her. "Right there, don't stop!"
Sweat glistened on their bodies as the rhythm of their fucking intensified. The room echoed with the sounds of their passion, the scent of sex filling the air.
"You're so tight, baby," Elliot groaned, his breath coming in short gasps. "I'm not gonna last much longer."
"Me neither," Olivia panted, her eyes rolling back as she felt her orgasm building. "I'm so close, Elliot. Fuck me through it."
Their cries filled the interrogation room as they climaxed together, Olivia's pussy milking Elliot's cock as he emptied himself deep inside her. Their bodies trembled, their hearts pounding, as they savored the intense pleasure rippling through them.
Finally, Elliot pulled out, his cock glistening with their combined fluids. Olivia's legs slid down his body, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath.
Elliot leaned in, his lips brushing against hers in a soft, tender kiss. "That was incredible," he murmured.
Olivia smiled, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on his back. "It was," she agreed, her voice laced with satisfaction. "But we should probably get back before anyone notices we're gone."
As they straightened their clothes, a touch self-conscious now that the haze of passion had lifted, they shared a secret smile, both knowing that the memory of their wild fuck on the interrogation room table would fuel their fantasies for a long time to come.
Elliot and Olivia were still catching their breath, their bodies flushed and their clothes disheveled, when they opened the door leading to Elliot's office and saw Alex with her arms crossed.*
Alex raised an eyebrow at the sight of them, noticing their tousled appearance and the flushed look on their faces.
"I hope I'm not interrupting anything important," she said dryly, a hint of amusement in her voice.
"Alex, what are you doing here?" Olivia ask
"My job is like you should be doing. Are you two doing what I think you were doing?" Alex asks with a smirk
"Not at all," he said, his voice a little hoarse. "We were just... discussing a case."
Alex raised an eyebrow again, clearly not fooled by their excuse. She looked between the two of them with a knowing look.
"Really? And how long have you been... 'discussing' this case?" Says Alex
Elliot shifted uncomfortably under Alex's knowing gaze. He could feel the heat creeping up his neck, a mixture of embarrassment and irritation in his expression.
"Not long," he muttered, his eyes avoiding Alex's looks.
Alex chuckled softly, obviously entertained by their blatant lie.
"Uh-huh. That's why you both look like you just returned from a hot yoga class, right?"
"Okay enough, Alex. What do you need." Elliot asks, trying to act stirn
"Alright, hot shot, I need to know where you are with this case. Let me grab my papers." Alex says
Olivia tries to sneak out of the room
"Liv doesn't think. I don't see you trying to leave. We will discuss this later." Alex winks
"Okay, Mother." Olivia laughs and goes back to do her job.
It's time to go home. Elliot walks towards Olivia to see if she wants to grab dinner.
"Sorry El my girl is taking tonight and not by your D." Alex Whisphers
"I'm sorry, El, another night." Olivia gives Elliot an apologizing smile
"Yeah, Liv, that's fine. Enjoy yourself," Elliot says, staying back and admiring her backside.
"Could you be any more obvious, Stabler?" Fin says while smirking
"I don't know what you're talking about, Fin." Says Elliot
"Yeah, okay, I got more eyes than you know, Stabler. You might be captain now but you're not subtitle." Fin says while walking away, laughing
Olivia sat across Alex at a small table in a cozy Italian restaurant. Soft music played in the background, and silverware clinked throughout the room. The dim lighting cast a warm glow over their faces.
Olivia swirled her pasta idly with her fork, feeling nervous and anticipation. She knew Alex had something on her mind, and she was bracing herself for the inevitable line of questioning about her and Elliot.
"So, how long have u two been doing the do outside the club?" Alex ask smirking
"Just today Alex. I think it was just a one-time thing. I think he got jealous about Cassidy and me talking. He asked what we were talking about." Says Olivia, eating her pasta now
"Did you end up canceling your date with Brian? He asked you, wow, Elliot never struck me as jealous type." Alex smirks
"Yeah, I told him I just wanted to be friends. Yeah, I didn't expect someone who's into that, either. Maybe he's just being territorial. He seems to think Cassidy's a bad dude, but Elliot is Elliot; who knows." Olivia sighs
"Well, David invited me to the club tomorrow night, and it's Friday, so why don't you come with me so you can see Elliot?" Alex winks
"What makes you think I want to go see Elliot." Olivia smirks
"Please, you're eager for that Stabler dick." Alex giggle's
Elliot lay on his bed, staring up at the ceiling. His mind wandered back to the interrogation room and that unexpected passion with Olivia. He couldn't stop thinking about her. He's been developing feelings since he laid eyes on hers. He sighed, feeling a pang of desire and frustration. He wanted to see her again, to feel her touch and the excitement of being near her.
Elliot grabs his phone and decides to send her a message.
E: Hey, whatcha up to?
O: Having a late dinner with Alex, was up?
E: That's nice; I just wanted to see if you would attend the club tomorrow.
"Elliot texted asking if I'm going to the club tomorrow. I will surprise him instead and tell him I'm not going." Olivia giggles
"That'll be a nice surprise." Alex raises her eyebrows
O: Sorry El not tomorrow busy with my son.
E: Understandable Liv kids should always come first I know you're a great mom.
O: Aw, thanks, El, I try ttyl have a good night El
E: You too detective, night
The next night comes around. *Olivia stood in front of her mirror, examining her reflection. She had chosen a sleek black dress that hugged her curves in all the right places. She added a touch of makeup, highlighting her eyes and lips. She ran her hands through her hair, making sure it lay perfectly. Taking one last look in the mirror, she smiled, satisfied with her appearance.
"Knock knock it's me bitch. You ready," Alex says, barging in the front door
"Aunt Alex owes me a dolllar for swearing." Says Noah
"Yes. Alex mouths young kids around. Noah, be good for your baby sister. I love you." Olivia says as she kisses Noah's head.
"Bye, Mom. I love you too." Noah says
Olivia and Alex go to the club. They walk in. Olivia's eyes scanned the room.
Olivia made her way through the packed club, the thumping bass of the music matching the rapid beat of her heart. She had been excited to see Elliot, but her excitement turned to jealousy and irritation when she spotted another woman flirting with him at the bar. Olivia's irritation turned to outright anger. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. Elliot was returning the girl's advances, laughing at her jokes and giving her a charming smile. He was clearly enjoying the attention and flirting back with her. Olivia felt a pang of jealousy in her chest, wondering why she was getting so worked up over this. They were both single, after all, and free to flirt with whomever they wanted. Elliot was famous here, so she expected him to stick loyal to just her. She couldn't help but feel irrational feelings rising within her, the desire to claim Elliot alone. Two can play this game Olivia thinks.
Olivia, unable to bear watching Elliot flirt with the other woman any longer, decided to take matters into her own hands. She made her way through the crowd, approaching a tall, handsome stranger leaning against the wall. Still engrossed in conversation with the girl, Elliot suddenly heard Olivia's laugh nearby. His ears pricked up, and he turned his head to search for the source of the sound. Elliot's eyes landed on Olivia, who conversed with a tall, attractive stranger. The man was leaning close to her, flashing a charming smile, and Olivia was laughing at something he said. A pang of jealousy shot through Elliot's chest, and he couldn't look away from them.Elliot continued to watch the scene unfold, his eyes fixed on Olivia and the stranger. The man said something that made Olivia laugh again, and she touched his arm playfully. Elliot clenched his jaw, feeling a strange possessiveness over Olivia even though he had no claim to her. Olivia paid no attention to Elliot Elliot, seething jealousy and frustration, and couldn't stand the sight of Olivia laughing and flirting with another man. Without thinking, he stalked over to her and grabbed her by the arm, pulling her away from the stranger.
"What the hell, Elliot? Let go of me!" Olivia shouts
But as she threw her head back in laughter, she felt a firm hand grasp her wrist. Elliot's blue eyes blazed with anger and desire as he pulled her away from her new companion. "Come with me, Olivia," he growled, his voice deep and commanding.
Feeling a tingle of excitement at his dominant tone, Olivia found herself obeying. She allowed him to lead her through the crowded bar to a secluded room at the back, hidden from prying eyes. "You know why I've brought you here, don't you, Olivia?" Elliot asked, his voice low and dangerous.
Olivia pouted, playing the part of the brat.
"Maybe I do, but I'm not sure I care, Elliot. You can't just pull me around and expect me to fall in line." She crossed her arms, affecting an air of defiance, but her pulse quickened as she anticipated his response.
"Oh, but you will fall in line, Olivia," Elliot said, his voice a low rumble. "Because when you walk through that door, you're my sub. You obey me, and you know you love it."
As Elliot spoke, Olivia felt her resistance crumbling. She bit her lip, her body betraying her as a wave of desire washed over her. "Maybe I do like it when you take control," she admitted, her voice soft and laced with desire. "But that doesn't mean I'll always do as I'm told."
Without a word, he grabbed her by the throat, his strong hand tightening just enough to let her know he was in control. Olivia's eyes widened, and fear and desire flashed across her face. She knew she had pushed him too far, and now she would face the consequences.
"You've been a naughty girl, Olivia," Elliot growled, his hot breath fanning her face. "Flirting with someone else right under my nose. Do you know what happens to naughty girls like you?"
Olivia whimpered, her eyes filling with lust and submission. She knew exactly what she wanted and wanted Elliot to give it to her hard. "Please, Elliot... punish me. Teach me a lesson I won't forget."
A dark, satisfied smile crossed Elliot's face. He pushed her against the wall, his muscular body pressing against her, trapping her. Slowly, he raised her arms above her head and pinned them with one hand while the other still held her throat tightly.
"You want me to teach you a lesson, baby? You want me to show you who you belong to?" He teased, his mouth close to her ear, breath ghosting over her sensitive skin.
Olivia nodded frantically, her chest heaving as she gasped for breath. "Yes... oh God, yes. I'm yours, Elliot. Only yours."
With a growl, Elliot released her throat and claimed her mouth in a fierce, dominant kiss. His tongue plunged into her mouth, tasting, possessing, marking her as his own. Olivia moaned into the kiss, her body melting against his, all thoughts of resistance forgotten.
Then, Elliot pulled back, a glint of lust and possession in his eyes. "Get on your knees, bitch. It's time for your punishment."
Olivia's heart hammered in her chest as she slowly sank to her knees, her eyes never leaving Elliot's. She knew what he wanted and craved and was ready to submit.
Elliot stood before her, his hard, thick cock straining against his pants. With slow, deliberate movements, he undid his belt, the sound of metal on metal filling the room. Then, he freed his length, his cock springing forward, thick and veiny, the head already glistening with pre-cum.
Olivia's mouth watered at the sight. She stuck out her tongue, licking her lips, craving his taste. "Suck my cock, Olivia," Elliot commanded, his voice hoarse with desire. "Show me how sorry you are."
Olivia needed no further encouragement. She leaned forward and took the head of his cock into her mouth, sucking gently, her tongue swirling around the sensitive tip. Elliot groaned, his hand tangling in her hair, guiding her deeper.
"That's it, baby, take it deeper," he urged, his hips beginning to thrust slowly. "Suck my cock like the dirty slut you are."
Olivia moaned, the vibration sending shivers down Elliot's spine. She relaxed her throat and took him deeper, her hands cupping his balls, massaging them gently. Elliot fucked her mouth slowly, his cock sliding in and out, her lips sliding wetly over his length.
"Fuck, your mouth feels so good, detective," he grunted, his eyes closed in pleasure. "But I want more. I want to feel that tight pussy around my cock."
Olivia whimpered in response, her need building. She wanted him inside her, filling her, claiming her as his own.
Elliot helped her to her feet, his eyes burning with intensity. He pushed her against the wall again, lifting her leg to wrap around his waist, exposing her glistening pussy. "Ride me, Olivia," he ordered. "But remember, I'm in control. You cum when I say you can."
Olivia nodded, her breath coming in sharp gasps. She felt the head of his cock press against her entrance, and then he was sliding into her, filling her, stretching her deliciously. She moaned, her head falling back, her hands gripping his shoulders.
Elliot began to move, slow and deep, his thick cock stroking her in all the right places. Olivia cried out, her nails digging into his skin, her hips moving in rhythm with his. "Oh God, Captain... please... let me cum," she begged, her voice hoarse with need.
But Elliot was merciless. He slowed his thrusts, edging her, keeping her on the brink. "Not yet, baby. I want you to beg. I want to hear you scream my name when you cum."
Olivia's body trembled, pleasure coiling tightly within her. "Please... I need to cum... oh God, Elliot, fuck me harder," she pleaded, her hips bucking wildly.
With a possessive growl, Elliot granted her request. He gripped her thigh tighter and snapped his hips forward, driving into her relentlessly. Olivia screamed, her body shaking as an intense orgasm ripped through her. "Daddy!"
As she climaxed, Elliot let himself go, his orgasm hitting him hard. He groaned, his cock pulsating as he filled her with his hot cum. They stayed locked together, breathless, sated, for several long moments.
Finally, Elliot pulled out, his softening cock slipping from her satisfied pussy. He brought his cum-covered cock to her mouth, and Olivia, still dizzy from her orgasm, licked and sucked him clean, savoring the taste of their passion.
"That's my good girl," Elliot murmured, stroking her hair. "Now you know who you belong to; you sit here and look pretty. I'm going to get us drinks." Elliot says as he slaps her ass. He gets dressed. Olivia gets up and cleans herself up
Elliot was taking a while with the drinks. So Olivia decides to go to the bar.There sat Elliot, looking relaxed and content, next to none other than Casey—the same woman Olivia had seen him with just a while ago. Her stomach dropped as she witnessed what appeared to be flirting between the two.
Olivia's mind began to race. Was Elliot fucking for real? He just fucked her and goes flirt with other women? Does she have a right to be mad? What was she thinking? Did she believe Elliot would only stick to her?
Little did Olivia know that the situation was not quite as it seemed. Unbeknownst to Olivia, Casey was practicing her flirting skills with Elliot. Casey preferred the company of women, and she had her eye on someone special—a woman she wanted to impress. Elliot was merely the practice dummy for her budding flirtatious prowess.
Olivia texted Alex that she was leaving and wanted to be alone for the weekend. Tears filled Olivia's eyes as she ran out of the club. A few moments later, Elliot scans around for Olivia but can't find her anywhere.
Realizing that Olivia had left the club, Elliot pulled out his phone and texted her.
"Hey, where did you go? I lost sight of you. Sorry, I took so long. I hope you're not mad." He waited for a response, but minutes passed, and nothing happened. Growing more concerned, he sent another message.
"Olivia, are you okay? Please respond."
Olivia, fed up with Elliot's carelessness and lack of consideration, turned off her phone and put it in her pocket. She needed space and time to collect her thoughts without the distraction of his messages.
Elliot, growing increasingly concerned, sent a text to Alex.
"Hey, have you seen Olivia? She left the club and is not responding to my texts."
"Hey, Olivia said she was leaving and didn't want to be bothered. I don't know, El. Did something happen between you guys." Alex ask
"I don't think so," Elliot responds