Elliot gets to work and walks up to the lockers in the room upstairs. He knows Olivia always comes here first thing in the morning.
Olivia entered the locker room, still distracted by thoughts from her day at work. She didn't notice Elliot leaning against the wall until he spoke, causing her to jump in surprise. Her heart rate settled as she realized it was just him. "Damn it, Elliot. Why did you have to sneak up on me like that?"
Olivia, annoyed, goes to open her locker.
"Tell me, how did your date go last night?" He asked, his tone casual but with a hint of cocky smugness.
Olivia turned to face him, her arms folded across her chest. "It was amazing. Dean is an amazing guy."
Elliot's smirk faltered for a moment before he could mask it. He hadn't expected her to sound so satisfied. "I see."
Olivia continued, a hint of irritation creeping into her voice. "It was amazing. Thank you for asking. Dean's an amazing guy. The perfect gentleman even kissed me goodnight, and thanks for being an annoying leech." Olivia rolls her eyes and smirks
Elliot's smirk widened as Olivia spoke, his eyes glinting with playful mischief. "Oh, it was good enough that you had to fantasize about me when you got home, hmm?"
He stepped closer to her, his voice dropping to a sultry whisper. "Care to tell me more about these fantasies, baby?"
Olivia raised an eyebrow at his suggestive comment, feigning innocence. "I have no idea what you're talking about," she replied calmly.
His smirk widened, noticing the effect he had on her. His hand lifted to brush a stray lock of hair from her face, his fingers lingering against her skin. "You are a bad liar, you know that, and I must say, you have quite the imagination," he continued, his voice dropping to a low purr. "And those little sounds you made..." He paused, his lips hovering just millimeters from her ear.
Olivia's cheeks tinged with a deeper shade of red, her breath hitching at his words. She tried to compose herself but found it difficult with his body pressing against hers, leaving her trapped against the cold locker.
"I... I..." she stumbled over her words, her brain struggling to form a coherent sentence.
He moved even closer, trapping her against the locker room wall. His hands came up to rest on either side of her head, effectively caging her in. His gaze darkened as he studied her flustered expression. Elliot chuckled, the memory of hearing Olivia's sensual moans replaying in his mind. "Well, if you know, I had a delightful time last night. Listening to your little performance over the phone was quite... entertaining." He stepped closer, closing the remaining distance between them so he could practically feel her breath on his skin.
Olivia's cheeks flushed as she remembered the phone call from the previous night. She could feel her heart thumping in her chest as he leaned closer, his proximity sending shivers down her spine.
But she did her best to maintain her composure, lifting her chin defiantly. "You... You didn't hear anything because I didn't call you!" she stuttered, her voice betraying her flustered state.
Eliot's smirk widened as Olivia tried to deny her little phone call last night. He pulled his phone from his pocket and checked his call log, scrolling through the list until he found the one he was looking for.
"Let's see..." he said, his tone dripping with feigned innocence. "Ah, here it is. Last night, a 21-minute phone call to me. Ring any bells, detective?"
Olivia's eyes widened in shock as Eliot showed her the call log on his phone. She had completely forgotten that she had made that call last night. Her cheeks turned red from embarrassment. "I...I..." she stuttered, unable to form a coherent sentence.
Unaware of the tension in the room, Munch walked into the locker room, whistling a cheerful tune.
He saw Elliot with Olivia pinned against the locker and raised an eyebrow in surprise. "Uh, am I interrupting something?"
Elliot chuckled, maintaining his carefree attitude. "Not at all, just having a little chat."
He turned his head to look at Munch, his signature smirk still in place. "We were just reminiscing about last night's... case," Elliot says, walking back downstairs to his office.
Olivia's cheeks flushed even more at the calm way Elliot mentioned "activities" in front of Munch. She glared at him, silently pleading for him to shut up.
Munch glanced at Olivia; his eyebrow raised in curiosity. He sensed there was more to the story than they were letting on.
"Casual conversation, huh?" he asked, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips.
"Yes John. People can have casual conversations, and I am leaving now. Olivia says, grabbing her things and walking away.
Munch stood there, still snickering to himself. He knew something was happening between Elliot and Olivia, but he wasn't sure what it was.
He watched as Olivia hurried out of the room, and he couldn't help but wonder what kind of "activities" she and Elliot had been up to the night before.
Dean handed Olivia a cup of coffee, his smile warm and genuine. He was genuinely smitten with her and couldn't wait to see her again.
"I had an amazing time with you last night," he repeated, his gaze locked on her beautiful face. "You're incredible, you know that?"
Olivia accepted the coffee from Dean, touched by his kind gesture. She returned his smile warmly, glad to see his genuine interest.
"Me too," she said. "I enjoyed spending time with you. You're such a great listener, and I enjoyed talking to you."
Dean reluctantly excused himself from her company, knowing he had other responsibilities. "I gotta help with some other stuff, but I'll catch you later, " he said.
He couldn't help but steal one last glance her way before walking away, his eyes lingering on her smile.
Olivia's phone buzzed in her pocket, and she pulled it out to see a text message from Elliot. Her eyes widened as she read his words.
E: Why don't you tell him how you screamed my name after your date?
Olivia's face flushed. She looked up at Elliot through his window and saw him smirking.
O: Fuck you Elliot
E: When & where, baby I'll be there why don't we say tonight? Or is he taking you out again?
O: Don't you got work to do? You know being the captain and all
E: I could do you if you get your pretty pussy in my office
O: Goodbye Elliot, I have work to do. You know something you should be doing.
E: Yeah, is that why you're squirming in your seat?
Olivia looked up at Elliot, and they were both staring at each other. Until no other than Casey walks into his office yet again and closes the blinds. Olivia's anger and jealousy play out again. She lets out a frustrated sigh.
"Is everything alright, Liv?" Fin inquired, concerned for his friend. "You seem a bit off today."
Olivia tried to brush off Fin's concern, not wanting to admit the real reason for her distraction.
"I'm fine, just a bit tired," she said, trying to sound casual. "I had a long night, you know."
Munch, who had been eavesdropping on their conversation, couldn't help but chime in. "You sure you're just 'tired'?" he smirked. "Or is there something else keeping you up at night?" Says Munch
"Oh Yeah, Liv, how did the date go? Did you have a good time with Dean?" he asked, genuinely interested.
Olivia responded, trying to sound casual. "Yeah, it went well. Dean is a nice guy, and we had a good time together."
"That's good if he hurts you I will kick his ass." Says Fin
"I don't think you gotta worry about that, Fin." Munch smirks and walks off
Olivia felt irritated as she watched Elliot exit his office, laughing heartily. With no other than Cassidy behind him. She couldn't help but feel a flare of jealousy and possessiveness. She knew she shouldn't feel this way - Elliot wasn't hers. But deep down, she wanted him all to herself.
"Olivia and Fin, go take our suspect in, please. His name is Harold, and he lives on rock Cannon Road." Elliot says
"We're on it, cap." Says Fin as he and Olivia get their suspect. They walk up to him on the street
"Harold, you're-"Says Fin, but before Fin can finish, Harold runs.
Olivia and Fin chased after the suspect after he suddenly took off running. Olivia was determined to catch him, and her athletic prowess allowed her to gain ground quickly.
The suspect darted down an alleyway, trying to escape their pursuit, but Olivia was hot on his trail. After a brief chase, Olivia managed to grab the suspect's jacket and tackle him to the ground. Fin runs up a few moments later.
"You're under arrest, idiot." Olivia says, smirking and sticking him in the car. They bring him into the station, and Munch and Brian take it from there.
Everyone's packing up for the night.
"Your new name is badass Benson." Fin laughs
Munch, who had caught up with Olivia and Munch, raised an eyebrow at Olivia's new nickname. "Damn, Benson," he said, chuckling. "Why are you getting called Badass Benson now?"
Elliot had been passing by when he overheard the conversation between Olivia, Fin, and Munch. Curiosity piqued, he paused and eavesdropped for a moment.
"Yeah, Badass Benson over here ran after a suspect and tackled him to the ground," he said, gesturing towards Olivia. "She was unstoppable, man. It was badass. We need to get you a drink, badass Benson, nightcap?" Fin ask smiling
Olivia chuckled at Fin's suggestion and nodded in agreement. "Alright, let's go," she said. "I could use a drink after that chase."
"Alright, everyone, you heard the lady. Let's go." Says Fin
Now at the bar Olivia, John, Cassidy, Elliot, and Brian. Olivia and Elliot sit beside each other in a booth, and Fin and John are beside them. Brian pulled up a chair beside Elliot. Everyone is mingled in conversation.
Elliot felt excited as he placed his hand on Olivia's thigh beneath the table. He knew the others wouldn't be able to see his hand from their angle, but he could feel the heat radiating from her body.
Olivia's heart skipped a beat as Elliot's hand found her thigh under the table. She knew his touch, his possessiveness, and his power over her. Despite the people around them, the casual setting of the bar, and the ongoing conversation, Olivia felt her body respond instantly to his subtle yet dominating move. She bit her lip, feeling a rush of excitement and anticipation. Elliot's touch was firm, his fingers spreading across her thigh, inching closer to the heat between her legs. She shifted slightly, unable to suppress a small moan as his fingers grazed her sensitive spot through the denim.
The conversation continued, with Brian joining the group and pulling up a chair close to Elliot. Olivia felt trapped between them, aware of their masculine presence, the warmth of their bodies, and the contrast it created with Elliot's cold, almost detached demeanor towards her. She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, noticing his sharp blue eyes fixed on the others, his expression unreadable.
Olivia's breath quickened as Elliot's hand began to apply pressure, his fingers pressing into her thigh, leaving a lingering impression. She could feel the weight of his gaze on her, though he didn't look at her, and she knew he was aware of the effect he was having on her. Her core throbbed with desire, and she felt herself getting wet, her juices starting to soak through her panties.
As the discussion flowed, Olivia struggled to focus. Elliot's hand continued its sensual assault, his touch sending shocks of pleasure through her body. She squeezed her thighs together, trying to ease the ache, but Elliot's hand remained firmly in place, preventing her from finding relief. His grip tightened, his fingers digging into her flesh, reminding her of his strength and dominance. Elliot's thumb found its way to her clothed center, rubbing slow, deliberate circles and applying the right amount of pressure. Olivia's breath hitched, her eyes closing again as she surrendered to the sensations. She felt exposed, vulnerable, and incredibly aroused, knowing Elliot was bringing her to the edge in front of their friends.
As his thumb worked its magic, his fingers began to trace lazy patterns on her inner thigh, sending bolts of pleasure straight to her core. Olivia bit her lip to stifle her moans, her head falling back slightly as she relished the delicious torture. Elliot's touch was gentle and demanding, his knowledge of her body and its reactions absolute. Elliot was finger fucking her right under the table.
Olivia's body tensed as she fought to keep herself in check, her eyes glazing over as she neared the peak of ecstasy. But just as she was about to reach the release she craved, Elliot pulled away, leaving her frustrated and wanting more.
He leaned in to whisper in her ear, his voice laden with teasing and dominance. "You didn't think I'd let you cum after you lied to me about last night," he said before casually licking his fingers, joining in the conversation with John, Fin, and Brian as if nothing had happened.
Olivia flusteredly got up from the booth, feeling frustrated and embarrassed by Elliot's teasing. She knew she couldn't stay there without making a scene, so she ordered a drink at the bar.
She sat at the bar, hoping to clear her mind and cool off. As she waited for her drink, she glanced back at the booth, catching sight of Elliot still deep in conversation with the others.
As Olivia waited for her drink, the door to the bar opened, and Dean and Cassie walked in. Dean and Casey joined the group.
"Hey, sorry I'm late. I had to catch up on some stuff before I left." Says Casey
"Hey everyone, where is Olivia at?" Says Dean
"Oh you're girlfriend. She's at the bar." Cassidy says somewhat snotty
"Um, okay, thanks.." says Dean, going to greet Olivia
"Hey Liv. Fancy seeing you here." Dean flashes her a smile.
"Hey." Says Olivia.
As Dean spoke, Olivia forced a smile and laughed weakly. But as she glanced over at Elliot, she couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy at the sight of him chatting so intently with Cassidy.
Dean noticed the direction of Olivia's gaze and followed her line of sight to Elliot and Cassidy. He raised an eyebrow, sensing the tension in Olivia's expression. "You looking at Elliot?" he asked casually.
Olivia quickly averted her gaze back to Dean, not wanting to linger on the sight of Elliot for too long. She shrugged, trying to play it cool. "Oh, I was just zoning out," she said quickly, avoiding the direct question.
"Oh, okay, I wanted to ask you about something before I ran it by Elliot. Since I think I already know his response." Says Dean
"Yeah what's up?" Says Olivia
"I want you to take an undercover gig with me in Oregon. I know it's a big commitment, but I know you'd be perfect for the job, and our outside work relationship would have to be put on hold to act professional, but you get what I'm asking?" Ask Dean
"Yes, I would absolutely would love to!" Says Olivia
"Awesome, now let's just go run that by Elliot. Let's do it now since he's a few drinks down." Dean laughs.
Dean and Olivia go and sit with the rest of the group. The group sat at the table, chatting and laughing over drinks. After several drinks, Elliot was noticeably relaxed and animated in his conversation with Cassidy and the others.
As Olivia and Dean approached the table, Elliot raised an eyebrow, noticing their serious expressions.
"What's going on?" he asked, his tone slightly Saturn.
Dean leaned closer to Elliot and Olivia, keeping his voice low so only they could hear.
"I think Olivia would be perfect for this undercover gig in Oregon," Dean said. "She's smart, wise, and I know she can handle herself. Plus, she's got a great personality that'll help us blend in."
"Not," Elliot quickly interjected, his tone firm. "You almost got shot last time. I'm not risking one of my best detectives' safety." Says Elliot
Olivia couldn't hold it in any longer. She was frustrated and annoyed at Elliot's overprotective attitude.
"Elliot, I can handle myself," she snapped. "I'm not a fragile damsel in distress. I'm a trained officer, just like you. I can handle an undercover gig."
Fin and Munch, watching the exchange closely, couldn't help but chime in with their thoughts.
Fin chuckled softly and spoke up. "You gotta admit, Benson, she's got a point. She can handle herself."
Munch, on the other hand, nodded in agreement. "Yeah, she's tough. She isn't any fragile flower, that's for sure. She's proved that. Elliot, you didn't let her go on the last undercover mission."
Feeling possessive and protective of Olivia, Elliot couldn't help but suspect Dean's intentions.
"Don't you think I know what you're up to?" he snapped. "You just want to take her away on this undercover gig so you can get in her fucking pants." Says Elliot
Elliot's accusation took Dean aback, and he immediately began defending himself.
Dean clenched his fists, trying to keep his frustration in check.
"You think I'd pull something like that? I respect her too much even to consider something like that," he said firmly. "I just want to work with the best person for the job, and I firmly believe she's it."
Dean's words didn't convince Elliot. He knew how attractive and charming Dean could be, and he couldn't shake off the feeling that Dean was up to something.
"Yeah, sure," he replied sarcastically. "You just happen to think she's the best person for the job, and it has nothing to do with wanting to be alone with her for weeks."
Olivia couldn't stand the tension between Elliot and Dean any longer. She finally spoke up, her voice firm and authoritative.
"Cut the crap, Elliot," she said, her eyes locked onto his. "Dean's right. I can handle myself, and I don't need you making assumptions about his intentions. Plus, I decide to make, not yours."
Elliot couldn't resist one last jab before he walked away, a smirk on his face.
"Right, right, the decision's all yours," he said sarcastically. "Just like it was the first time." Elliot winks and walks away.
Casey shot a sympathetic look at Olivia after Elliot's departure.
"I'm sorry about Elliot," she said, shaking her head. "He can be a bit overprotective regarding people he cares about. But don't worry, he means well."
Olivia nods at her words. Cassidy gets up and goes after Elliot. She was jealously forming in Olivia's belly again.
Casey caught up to Elliot, who was drinking another drink at the bar. She grabbed his arm and pulled him aside for a private talk.
"Listen, Elliot," she said sternly. "You gotta chill out with the overprotectiveness. Olivia is a grown woman who can make her own decisions."
Elliot gripped his beer tightly, still frustrated from the conversation earlier.
"I know she can make her own decisions," he muttered. "But I just don't trust Dean. I don't know his intentions with her for three weeks Casey?!" Elliot says
Casey knew she had to convince Elliot to give Olivia this chance.
"C'mon, Elliot," she pleaded. "Let her do this. You know Olivia's capable and trustworthy. Give her a shot at this undercover gig. I promise you, she won't disappoint." Says Casey
Elliot took a swig of his beer, his expression sullen.
"I don't know, Casey," he said. "I just worry about her safety. What if something happens undercover, and she's unprepared?"
Casey tried to reassure Elliot.
"And she'll have Dean with her," she pointed out. "He'll look out for her. Trust him."
Elliot's gaze hardened, his expression resolute.
"Fine, I'll trust him to keep her alive," he said, reluctantly agreeing. "But the second something goes wrong, I'm pulling her out, right?"
Casey couldn't help but feel a sense of pride as Elliot gave in. She smiled at him, her eyes softening.
"I'm proud of you, Elliot," she said softly. "You're learning to trust others."
"Yeah. Yeah, still fuck him." Elliot walks over to where the rest of the squad is.
Elliot turned to Olivia with a stern expression.
"Alright, fine," he said. "You're on the case. But I'm holding you both responsible for her safety. If anything happens to her, I swear..."
He then locked eyes with Dean, glaring at him fiercely. "You better keep her safe, understood?"
Dean and Olivia exchanged a nod of agreement, both grateful for the opportunity to work together. "Don't worry, Elliot," Dean said, his tone genuine. "I'll make sure she stays safe."
Elliot gathered his things and got ready to leave. "Alright, I'm headed out," he announced to the rest of the group. "See you all later."
Olivia couldn't help but notice the way Elliot had been acting earlier. She could sense his concern for her well-being, but there was something else there too - a hint of jealousy in his eyes regarding her working with Dean.
It's 9 pm, and Oliva leaves for Oregon in the morning.
One new message, Elliot.
E: Hey what's your address I need to give these papers to you before you leave.
O: 122 Peach Canon drive
E: On my way. Is your son there?
O: No, he's with his babysitter until I come back.
E: okay on my way
Knock knock.
"Doors open." Says Olivia, closing up her suitcase and walking towards the door.
"Hey, Liv." Says Elliot smirking
"Hey. Where are the papers? You have nothing in your hand." Says Olivia with a confused look.
Elliot chuckled, amused by Olivia's reaction.
"Oh, you'll see," he said, his voice low and seductive. "You'll see exactly what I mean."
"Is that so?" she managed to say, her voice shaky with desire. "And what do you mean by 'a proper goodbye'?"
Elliot chuckled, amused by Olivia's reaction.
"Oh, you'll see," he said, his voice low and seductive. "You'll see exactly what I mean."
Elliot's breath was hot against her ear, sending shivers down her spine as he whispered his intentions. Olivia felt her pussy clench at his words, and the familiar wash of submission flood her body. She was putty in his hands, and he knew it; his dominating presence filling the space between them. "I've been thinking about this tight pretty pussy all day," he growled, his hand sliding down to cup her core, fingers teasing the dampening fabric of her panties. "Mmm, someone's ready for me, especially since you didn't get to cum earlier, but let's change that, shall we, badass Benson," he purred, his thumb circling her clit through the silk. Olivia whimpered, her head falling back against his shoulder as he teased her.
His other hand snaked around her waist, pulling her body tightly against his, so she could feel his hard cock pressing into her ass. He bit her ear lobe and then soothed it with his tongue, chuckling darkly at the eager noises she made. "Easy, baby, I'm going to give you what you need," he promised, his voice hoarse with desire. Sliding his hand underneath her top, he palmed her breast, squeezing it roughly as his mouth trailed kisses along her neck. His fingers found her hard nipple, pinching and twisting it gently, making her moan and squirm against him.
Then, suddenly, he spun her around, pressing her against the door, the excellent wood a contrast to their heated bodies. He pinned her with his strength, looking deeply into her eyes, the blue of his intense and hooded with desire. "Fuck, you're beautiful," he muttered before crashing his lips to hers in a demanding kiss.
His tongue plunged into her mouth, mimicking the fucking he was about to give her. His hands roamed over her body, pushing her top up to bundle it around her wrists, restraining her. She tested her bonds, a soft whine escaping her as he broke the kiss to nibble and suck at her neck, marking her.
"You're mine," he growled possessively, grinding his cock into her thigh.
He tugged at her restrained arms, lifting them above her head and using his weight to hold her there. His mouth traveled lower, nipping at the sensitive skin of her collarbones, leaving the hollow of her throat with his tongue. Her breasts heaved as her breath quickened, anticipation coiling tightly in her belly.
"Please," she begged, her voice husky and desperate. "I need you. Please, Daddy."
With a rough laugh, he responded, "You need to be fucked, don't you, slut? Need to be used?" Grinding his hips against hers again, he growled, "Answer me."
"Yes!" she cried, squirming beneath him. "I'm your slut, please just fuck me!"
But Elliot was intent on teasing her some more. His fingers worked quickly to undo her jeans, popping the button and sliding the zipper down slowly, deliberately. He hooked his fingers into the waistband, tugging her jeans and panties down her thighs, past her knees, until they pooled at her feet, leaving her exposed. The cool air washed over her sensitive skin, goosebumps rising as she waited for his touch, whimpering softly. Her pussy wept, juices coating her thighs, glistening in the dim light. His thumb found that sensitive bundle of nerves hidden between her legs, and he applied pressure, rubbing slow, torturous circles as her knees buckled.
"So fucking wet," he murmured approvingly, dipping his head to take a hard nipple into his mouth, biting gently as he continued to work her clit.
"Please, I need you inside me," she begged, her voice high and strained as the pleasure coiled tighter.
"Greedy bitch," he chuckled, adding another finger to circle and pump into her slick hole.
Olivia cried out, her head falling back as she ground herself down onto his hand, seeking more friction.
"That's it, ride my hand, slut," he encouraged, his thumb pressing harder, faster, as his fingers pumped relentlessly into her tight heat.
"Come for me, detective; let me feel you squeeze my fingers."
It didn't take long, her orgasm taking her by surprise. A keening wail escaped her throat as her walls clenched and waves of pleasure crashed over her. Her juices gushed over his hand, soaking it, her thighs, as he continued to work her through her climax, drawing out every last drop of pleasure.
As she came down from her high, he gently untied her wrists, kissing her softly. He brought his wet fingers to his mouth, sucking her essence from them as she watched, a lazy smile on her flushed face.
"Fuck, you taste amazing taste yourself" he groaned, before claiming her mouth in a deep, heated kiss.
Elliot reached out, grasping a handful of Olivia's brown hair, pulling her head back to expose her vulnerable neck.
"You're mine tonight," he growled, his voice deep and commanding.
"I'm going to fuck you hard and make you feel things you've never felt before."
Olivia moaned in response.
Elliot continued to nibble and tease Olivia's neck, enjoying the way her body responded to his touch.
"You make such pretty noises," he murmured against her skin. "I wonder what other sounds I can get you to make."
Elliot picked her up, shoving his tongue in her mouth and bringing her to her bedroom. . Elliot, with his firm, commanding presence, pushed Olivia onto the bed, her wrists still restrained. She looked up at him with lust-filled eyes, her body trembling with anticipation.
"Such a beautiful sight, Olivia," he murmured, his voice deep and husky. "But I want to taste you now. I want to feel your sweetness on my tongue."
With that, Elliot positioned himself between her thighs, his breath hot against her sensitive skin. He ran his hands up her legs, slowly, teasingly, before spreading her folds with his thumbs, exposing her glistening pussy to his hungry gaze.
"You like this, don't you, detective?" he asked, his voice dripping with desire. "You like being exposed and vulnerable for me."
"Yes, Sir," Olivia replied, her voice hoarse with need. "I'm yours to do with as you please. Please, Captain, I need your mouth on me."
As if in response to her plea, Elliot dove in, his tongue tracing slow, lazy circles around her clit. Olivia arched her back, moaning loudly as pleasure shot through her. Elliot held her hips down firmly, his bald head buried between her thighs, his blue eyes fixed on her reactions. He licked and sucked, his tongue dipping into her wetness, tasting her, driving her wild. Then, he inserted two fingers into her tight hole, curling them just right, and started stroking that magical spot inside her.
"Oh, God, captain!" Olivia cried out, her body bucking against him. "Right there! Don't stop, please!"
Elliot held her firmly in place, his mouth working relentlessly on her swollen clit. He added a third finger, stretching her, filling her, his thumb still rubbing relentless circles. And then, with a final flick of his tongue and a hard squeeze of her sensitive nub, Olivia came undone.
"I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" she screamed, her pussy squirting all over Elliot's hand and face.
Elliot smiled against her skin, lapping up her sweet release, reveling in the knowledge that he had taken her to such heights. He slowly withdrew his fingers and brought them to his mouth, sucking her essence from them as he watched her ride out her intense orgasm. Olivia lay there, breathless, her body glistening with a post-orgasmic glow. But Elliot wasn't done with her yet. He climbed up onto the bed, his eyes blazing with desire, and pulled her roughly by the hair, bringing her face to his throbbing cock.
Olivia needed no further encouragement. She took his thick length in her hand and stroked it a few times before wrapping her lips around the head, sucking greedily, tasting her juices mixed with his pre-cum.
"That's it, take it, slut," Elliot growled, his
hand tightening in her hair. "But remember, I'm in control of this beautiful cock. You only get it when and how I want to give it to you."
Olivia moaned her agreement, the length of his shaft disappearing down her throat as she bobbed her head eagerly. Elliot groaned, his hips bucking slightly, his hands gripping her hair tighter, controlling the pace and depth of her blowjob.
"Fuck, you're so good at that," he grunted, his breath coming in short gasps.
"But I want to fuck that mouth now. I want to feel those pretty lips wrapped tight around me as I slide down your throat."
With that, Elliot pulled her off his cock with a wet pop and positioned himself behind her head. He guided his cock back to her lips, and Olivia opened it willingly, moaning as he entered her mouth again, this time pushing deeper, making her gag slightly.
He began to thrust, holding her hair in a tight grip, using her mouth for his pleasure. Olivia relaxed her throat, letting him slide deeper, her hands gripping the bedsheets as he face-fucked her.
"That's it, take it all," he grunted, his balls slapping against her chin. "You're my good little cock-sucking detective, aren't you?"
"Mmm-hmm," she hummed around his cock, her eyes closing in bliss as she gave herself over to his dominance.
Elliot quickened his pace, his hips snapping forward as he used her mouth for his release, his breathing becoming more erratic.
"Fuck, I'm close," he warned, his voice strained. "Swallow it all, baby." Elliot groans
And with that, Elliot exploded in her mouth, his hot cum coating her throat as she swallowed, moaned, and gagged around him. He pumped his hips a few more times, riding out his orgasm, before finally stilling, his spent cock slipping from her lips.
Elliot's cock, ever eager and seemingly unstoppable, began to throb with life once more, hardening insistently against Olivia's sensitive body. With a growl of satisfaction, Elliot flipped her over, her back now arched and presented to him, her delicious curves beckoning for more punishment.
He wasted no time, gripping her hips tightly and pulling her towards him, impaling her on his throbbing length. Olivia gasped as he filled her, her pussy still sensitive from the previous orgasms he had mercilessly coaxed from her. Her walls clenched around him as if greeting an old friend, ready for another round of pleasure and pain.
Elliot leaned over her, his breath hot against her ear, and whispered, "You like it when I take control, don't you, slut?"
His hand snaked up to grasp her throat, applying just enough pressure to let her know he was in charge. "Answer me. Tell me how much you love being my dirty little fuck toy."
Olivia whimpered, the sensation of his thick cock stretching her, combined with his tight grip on her throat, rendering her lightheaded.
"Y-yes, Sir. I love it. Use me however you please." Her words came out raspy and breathless, the choking only adding to her arousal.
Smacking her ass cheek firmly, leaving a red handprint, Elliot growled, "That's right, you're mine to do with as I please. And I plan to fuck this tight pussy raw."
He pulled her hair, forced her head back to expose her neck, and planted open-mouthed kisses along her sensitive skin, biting gently. "Take it, Olivia. Take all of it."
He slammed into her, his hips slapped against her ass cheeks, the sound filling the room along with Olivia's moans. Her pussy gripped him tightly, milking his cock as he withdrew and plunged back in, setting a relentless pace. With each thrust, her breasts bounced, her nipples pebbled, begging to be touched, but Elliot kept his focus on pounding into her from behind, owning her body.
Reaching around, Elliot squeezed her swollen breasts, pinching her nipples between his thumb and forefinger, twisting them just harshly enough to elicit a mix of pain and pleasure.
"That's it, take it like a good girl.." His voice was hoarse with desire as he continued to thrust, his balls slapping against her clit with each forceful stroke.
Olivia's mind swam with sensations—the feeling of being filled so ultimately, the burn in her lungs from the light choking, the sting on her ass from his smacks, and the relentless assault on her sensitive nipples. It was too much and yet not enough, her body begging for release. "Please, Sir... let me cum. I need to cum again."
"Not yet," Elliot growled, his grip on her hair tightening as he pulled her head back further, exposing the delicate column of her neck.
"I want you to feel every inch of me, want you to remember this night and how I fucked you senseless."
He bit down on the tender skin of her shoulder, marking her, claiming her as his own.
Her pussy clenched around him involuntarily at his words, the sensation driving him wild. Elliot felt his control slipping as the tightness of her hole and the sight of her writhing beneath him pushed him closer to the edge. Still, he wanted to draw this out, wanted to see her fall apart, pleasuring her would come later; for now, he wanted to use her body for his satisfaction.
Grinding his hips into hers, he shifted slightly, seeking out that magical spot deep within her. His thick cock rubbed against her G-spot, eliciting cries of pleasure from Olivia.
"Oh God, there... right there, please!" Olivia whimpered
A devilish smile curved Elliot's lips as he found that sweet spot, and he began to pound into it, taking a brutal rhythm mercilessly.
"That's it, cum for me, detective. Drench my cock with your juices." Elliot growls
Olivia's body trembled, every nerve ending singing with pleasure. Her head thrown back, she cried out, her pussy convulsing around him, waves of pleasure crashing through her. Elliot held her tightly, burying his cock as deep as it would go, feeling her orgasm milking his shaft. The sensation was too much for him, and with a roar, he unleashed his release, his hot cum pumping into her, marking her as his.
As their bodies shuddered together, spent and sated, Elliot kissed the sensitive skin of her shoulder, his breath warm against her sweat-dampened skin.
"You take it so well, my filthy detective. But we're not done yet; I plan to make the most of that gorgeous body all night."
Olivia, still riding the waves of her intense orgasm, whimpered, anticipation and arousal already coiling within her once more. "Y-yes, Sir..." Olivia moans out
Ride me, Olivia," he growls, his voice hoarse with desire. "Show me how much you like being my little slut detective."
Olivia's breath catches in her throat as she looks down at him, her eyes sparkling with lust and a hint of challenge. She leans forward, her hands resting on his broad shoulders, and slowly lowers herself onto his throbbing length. She takes her time, relishing the feeling of being filled by him, inch by delicious inch.
"Fuck, you feel so good inside me," she purrs, biting her lip as she starts to move. She sets a slow, sensual pace, rising until just the tip is inside her, then sinking back down, taking him deep.
Elliot groans, his eyes rolling back slightly as he enjoys seeing her riding him. He reaches up, cupping her breasts in his hands, thumbs teasing her nipples. "You like this, don't you, whore? Being filled by my cock, riding it like it's your last night on earth."
"Mm-hmm," Olivia moans, picking up the pace slightly, her hips moving in sensual circles as she grinds down on him. "I love it, sir. I love how you fill me up. Make me yours."
"You are mine, Olivia," Elliot growls, his voice full of possession. "Mine, mine, mine."
Olivia lets out a mewl of pleasure, her body responding to his dominant words. "Yes, sir. Use me. Make me cum on your cock."
As if to emphasize his point, Elliot suddenly sits up, causing Olivia to cry out as he penetrates her even more profoundly. He wraps his arms around her waist, holding her securely as he begins to thrust upward, meeting her downward movements with forceful strokes.
"That's it, take my cock," he grunts, his eyes never leaving hers. "But remember, I'm in control. I decide when and how you cum."
Olivia's breath comes in sharp gasps as the pace becomes frantic.
"Please, sir. Let me cum. I need to cum again."
"Not yet," Elliot teases, slowing his thrusts, denying her the release she craves.
"I want to edge you, make you beg for it."
Olivia bites her lip, her body glistening with sweat as she struggles to hold back.
"Sir, I—"
"Shh," Elliot silences her with a finger on her lips. "No more words, whore. Just feel. Feel the pleasure building, the need growing. But remember, you're not allowed to cum without my permission."
With each slow, deliberate thrust, Elliot teases her, bringing her closer to the edge, only to pull her back before she can fall over. Olivia writhes above him, her body begging for release, her breath coming in desperate pants.
"Please, sir," she begs again, her voice hoarse and raw. "I need to cum. I can't hold it anymore."
"Then cum for me, my filthy little bitch," Elliot growls, grasping her hip with one hand and reaching between her legs with the other to find her clit. He rubs it firmly, sending sparks of pleasure through her sensitive body.
Olivia cries out, her eyes rolling back as the orgasm crashes over her. Her body convulses, her juices flowing down onto Elliot's cock, making her scream in a combination of ecstasy and desperation.
"That's it, milk my cock with your pussy," Elliot encourages, continuing to thrust as her orgasm subsides. "But we're not done yet. Not even close."
Olivia collapses forward, her body spent onto Elliot's chest, her breath ragged. "Oh God, Elliot. I can't... I need a minute."
"You don't get to rest yet. Use your safe word." Elliot says, his voice hard. He flips them again so he is on top, never pulling out.
"I'm in charge here, and I intend to use my whore properly." Elliot growls
He pounds into her, claiming her body with powerful strokes. Olivia's eyes widen with a mixture of surprise and arousal as she realizes she is about to cum again, whether she likes it or not.
"Oh fuck...Elliot..." she screams, her nails digging into his back as another climax consumes her. This one seems to go on forever, her pussy gripping him tightly, rippling around his cock.
"Cum for me one last time, Olivia," Elliot growled, his voice thick with desire. "I know you can do it. Prove to me that you're my good girl." His hand trailed down her body, cupping her breast and thumbing her hardened peak. He squeezed gently, rolling her nipple between his fingers, teasing her with the expertise that came from years of knowing exactly what she liked.
Olivia moaned, her back arching slightly as a jolt of pleasure shot through her. She knew he was right; her body was still sensitive from their previous encounters, but the thought of disappointing him was unimaginable.
"Please, sir," she panted, her hands clutching his arms. "I don't know if I can. It's too much." She bit her lip, knowing fully that her resistance would only fuel his determination.
A possessive smirk played on Elliot's lips as he leaned down, his breath hot against her ear. "You can and you will, my naughty girl," he whispered, nibbling on her ear lobe. "I know how much you like it when I take control."
His hand slipped down her stomach, tracing the contours of her body before slipping between her thighs. He rubbed her clit gently, circling it with his finger as he added, "And you love it when I make you cum, don't you?"
Olivia's eyes rolled back slightly as a shudder ran through her.
"Y-yes, sir," she stammered, her body already beginning to betray her. She could feel her core clenching, her juices starting to flow again despite her protestations. Elliot always knew how to bring her to the edge, and he wouldn't let up until he pushed her over the precipice again.
"That's my girl," he purred, dipping his head to capture her nipple between his teeth, biting gently before soothing it with his tongue. He continued his ministrations, teasing her sensitive peaks as his fingers worked their magic lower down. His touch was feather-light yet firm, knowing exactly where and how to touch her to drive her wild.
Olivia's breath hitched as she felt her resistance crumbling. Her hands grabbed fistfuls of the sheet beneath her, knuckles turning white as she bit her lip to stifle the moans that threatened to escape. Elliot's fingers danced over her clit, teasing and circling before dipping lower to stroke her slick folds. He slid a finger inside her, curling it to find that sweet spot that he knew would drive her crazy.
"Oh, God..." Olivia's voice trailed off into a moan as she felt the pleasure building again, rising like a tide within her.
"I-I can't help it, sir. I'm going to cum again."
She threw her head back, her body bucking gently against his hand as he continued to work his magic, his thumb pressing against her clit while his finger curled and pumped inside her.
"That's it, my beautiful good girl ," Elliot encouraged, his voice hoarse with his rising need.
"Let go for me. Cum all over my hand." His finger quickened its pace, thrusting inside her, each stroke bringing her closer and closer to the edge until, with a cry, she tumbled over.
Olivia's body convulsed as a powerful orgasm ripped through her, her juices flowing freely as she rode out the intense waves of pleasure. Elliot didn't stop, milking her orgasm, drawing out the sensation as her body trembled and she cried out incoherently. Only when the waves had subsided did he slow, withdrawing his fingers and bringing them to his mouth to suck her essence from them lasciviously.
Olivia lay spent, her chest heaving, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. But Elliot wasn't done with her yet. "Now, my naughty girl," he said, his voice deep and commanding. "It's time for me to claim what's mine."
Elliot thrust forward, filling her as she cried out at the sudden invasion. Her pussy, still sensitive from her repeated orgasms, clenched around him tightly, and he groaned, closing his eyes as he savored the sensation.
"You feel so damn good, Olivia," he grunted, beginning to move, his hips snapping as he set a relentless pace. "Take it, baby. Take all of me."
Olivia's eyes screwed shut as she felt him stretching her, filling her. Her hands grabbed his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin as he pounded into her. She could feel his balls slapping against her with each powerful thrust, and her breath caught as she knew he was close.
"Cum inside me, Elliot," she heard herself pleading, surprising even herself. "Fill me up."
His eyes flew open at her words, and he growled, his thrusts becoming frantic as he gave in to his basest instincts. "Fuck so tight!" he grunted.
With a final, powerful thrust, he surged into her, his body stiffening as he unloaded his seed deep within her waiting womb. Olivia cried out as she felt him pulse inside her, her walls clenching around him, milking every drop from him as they rode out their shared orgasm.
Collapsing onto her, Elliot panted, his breath hot against her neck. "Damn, Olivia," he whispered. "That was...incredible."
Olivia smiled, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on his back as the reality of what they'd just done sank in. She knew this changed things between them, but for now, she enjoyed the feeling of him inside her, their sweat-slicked bodies still connected.
Little did they know this passionate encounter would have consequences that would bind them together forever. But at that moment, as their breath slowed and their hearts calmed, they existed in the afterglow of their intense and intimate release.
Elliot whisks Olivia away to his secluded mansion, where he reveals his true nature as a wealthy and powerful Dom, and Olivia must navigate the hidden world of BDSM, confronting her desires and limits. As they delve deeper into their relationship, Olivia's past begins to surface, threatening to tear them apart.
Elliot reaches his peak, groaning as he empties himself inside her, marking her as his.
Olivia whimpers, her body sensitive and sated as she feels him pulsate within her.
Elliot finally pulls out, his cock twitching as it leaves the warmth of her pussy. He collapses onto the bed, pulling her with him, savoring the feeling of post-coital bliss.
Olivia's eyes start to close softly. Elliot traces circles on her back.
"Go to sleep, Livia," Elliot says
Olivia's eyes began to flutter shut, her body relaxing under Elliot's touch.
"Mmm... okay," she whispered, a sleepy smile tugging at the corners of her lips.
Elliot continued to trace soothing circles on her back, his hand gentle and comforting.
Elliot fell asleep beside Olivia, his body wrapped around hers protectively. He stayed in a peaceful slumber, his breathing even and steady.
The night was theirs to devour, and with each thrust, kiss, bite, and whisper, their connection deepened, the memory of this intense passion forever imprinted on their souls.
Tomorrow Olivia will leave for Oregon.