Elliot sat on his couch, sipping on a beer as the hours ticked by. As he drank, his thoughts started to wander towards Olivia.
Elliot's eyes drifted shut as he pictured Olivia's perfect body. He recalled the way her soft skin felt against his own, the taste of her lips, and the way she moaned his name when she came. The memory of their last encounter was enough to make him hard as he sat on the couch alone. His hand moved to his crotch, and he soon found himself stroking his growing erection through the fabric of his pants.
As his hand moved faster, his mind painted a vivid picture of Olivia. He imagined her on her knees before him, looking up with her big brown eyes as she took his length into her mouth. He could almost feel the warmth of her breath and the wetness of her tongue.
Just then, his phone rang, interrupting his fantasy. Glancing at the screen, he saw that it was an unknown number. Intrigued, he answered, his voice low and husky from his lust-filled thoughts. "Hello?"
"Hey stranger," purred a familiar female voice. "I knew I'd find you at the club or in bed, but I see I didn't interrupt anything too important."
A wicked smile spread across Elliot's face as he realized it was Olivia on the phone. "Well, I was about to remedy that situation," he said, his voice dripping with desire. "I was just thinking about you, actually."
"Oh yeah?" Olivia's voice was thick with interest. "What were you thinking about, exactly?"
"I was remembering the last time we were together," Elliot said, his hand tightening around his cock. "The way you felt against me, the taste of your skin..."
"Mmm, that was a good time," Olivia agreed. "But now I'm wondering what you're doing with your hands right now."
Elliot laughed, a deep, sexy sound. "I'll give you one guess," he challenged, stroking himself slowly.
"Are you jerking off to me?" Olivia asked her tone a mix of amusement and arousal. "Because that thought is definitely turning me on."
As Elliot heard Olivia's sultry voice, he couldn't help but smile. Her effect on him was immediate and powerful, and he loved how she could ignite his desire so quickly. "I'm touching myself, Olivia," he admitted, his voice hoarse with need. "Thinking about you always gets me worked up."
"Mmm, that sounds so hot, Elliot," Olivia purred. "I want you to keep stroking that big cock for me while I take care of myself."
There was a brief pause, and Elliot imagined her getting comfortable, perhaps slipping her hands under her shirt to caress her breasts.
"Are you touching yourself too, baby?" Elliot asked, his thumb brushing over the sensitive head of his dick.
"For you, Elliot... I'm doing it for you," Olivia whispered, her voice already catching as her breath quickened. "Tell me what you want me to do."
"Get yourself nice and wet for me, baby," Elliot instructed, his eyes closing as he imagined her slender fingers dipping between her legs. "Slide your fingers into that tight pussy and imagine it's me filling you up."
As if to oblige him, Elliot heard a moist sound coming from the other end of the line, followed by a soft gasp from Olivia. "That's it, baby," he encouraged. "Fuck yourself slowly, and tell me how it feels."
"It feels so good, Elliot," Olivia moaned, her breathless words spurring him on. "My pussy is so wet and ready for you. I can't stop thinking about your cock stretching me out, fucking me deep and hard."
Hearing her filthy words sent a jolt of desire through Elliot, and he began to stroke himself faster. "You like that, don't you, Olivia? Knowing that I want to pound into that tight hole of yours?"
"God, yes," she breathed. "I want you to fuck me senseless, Elliot. Make me scream your name."
Elliot's balls tightened as he pictured her sleek fingers plunging in and out of her glistening sex. "Use your other hand to play with your clit, baby,"
"I'm touching myself, Elliot. My pussy is dripping for you."
"Fuck, Olivia," Elliot groaned. " Hearing that makes me so hard. I'm stroking my dick nice and slow, imagining it's your hand wrapping around me, your mouth sucking me dry."
"Imagine it's my tongue licking your sweet pussy. Rub your clit for me." Elliot growls while pumping his cock in a tight grip.
Olivia did as she was told, spreading her legs wider as she dipped her fingers into her wetness. She moaned loudly, biting her lip as she circled her clit, teasing herself.
As Olivia's fingers delved deeper, her moans grew louder, and Elliot could picture her there, her body writhing in pleasure. "That's it, baby," he growled. "Get yourself nice and wet. Show me how much you want my cock."
Olivia was more than happy to oblige, her fingers working furiously as she brought herself closer to the edge. "I want you so bad, Elliot," she panted. "God, your cock feels so good in my pussy. I can't get enough."
Hearing her dirty talk sent a surge of desire through Elliot, and he stroked his shaft harder, his balls tightening further. "You love my cock, don't you, Olivia?" he asked, his voice demanding. "You love how it stretches you open and fills you up."
"Yes," she cried out. "I love it so much! It's all I think about. Fuck me, Elliot. Fuck me with that big cock of yours."
Elliot pumped his cock vigorously, his eyes screwed shut as he imagined sinking into her tight, warm pussy. "I'm gonna fuck you so good, baby," he promised. "I'm gonna make you cum all over my dick."
"Oh, Elliot," Olivia moaned, her fingers never slowing as she circled her clit. "I'm close. Keep talking, please."
His voice was harsh with need. "I'm gonna hold you down and pound into you, Olivia. I'm gonna make you take every inch of me. You're gonna be screaming my name, begging me to stop, but I won't. I can't stop when your pussy feels this good."
Olivia's breath came in short gasps, and her fingers moved frantically. "I'm so close," she whispered. "Please, Elliot. Tell me I'm yours."
"You're mine, Olivia," he claimed, his voice powerful and possessive. "Cum for me, baby. Let me hear you fall apart."
With a loud cry, Olivia tumbled over the edge, her body shaking as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through her. "Elliot!" she shouted, her fingers continuing their dance as she rode out her orgasm.
Hearing her cry out his name sent Elliot over the edge too, and with a few final, frantic pumps, he exploded, his hot cum spraying over his hand and stomach. "Fuck, Olivia!" he grunted, his body shuddering with the force of his release.
They stayed like that for a moment, both catching their breath, the only sound of their heavy panting. Finally, Olivia spoke, her voice soft and content. "That was amazing, Elliot," she said. "I needed that."
A lazy smile crossed Elliot's face as he imagined her there, her body glistening with sweat, a satisfied smile on her face. "I aim to please, baby," he said. "Always."
"Mmm, you certainly do," she purred.
"We have a few more weeks, so we definitely should do that again." Elliot smirks
"Yeah, I can try. I'm not even supposed to be on my phone, let alone have it." Olivia giggles
"Naughty detective. Does Dean know?" Elliot laughs and smirks
"Nope, let's hope he doesn't find out," Olivia says
"Well, Dean did. Say goodbye, Olivia." Dean says as he walks in the door.
"Well shit," Elliot says
Olivia sighed and held the phone aloft. "Sorry, Elliot," she said into the receiver. "Looks like I have to go, but I will see you hopefully in a few weeks." Says Olivia
As he heard her words, Elliot felt a pang of sadness. He had enjoyed his conversation with Olivia, and now it was being cut short. Nevertheless, he maintained a professional tone.
"I'll miss you, Liv," he said, his voice betraying a hint of regret. "We'll catch up when you come back. Be safe for me."
"Miss you too El I will," Olivia says she hangs up
Dean chuckled, enjoying the moment. "Yeah, I can't have my detectives fraternizing during work hours."
"Shut up, Dean, we were just talking." Olivia
Dean chuckled again, enjoying the playful banter between Olivia and himself.
"Just talking, huh?" he said, his skepticism clear. "Don't think I don't know what you two get up to when I'm not around."
It's been officially four weeks since he last saw Olivia and two weeks since he spoke to her. Elliot sighed, his thoughts wandering to Olivia once again. It had been too long since he last saw her, and he missed hearing her voice. Work had been keeping them both busy, but thoughts were still racing about each other.
Casey watched as Elliot went about his work, his mind clearly elsewhere. She had noticed how distracted he had been lately and knew that he was missing Olivia.
"Hey, Elliot," she said, gently interrupting his thoughts. "She's fine, you know. Olivia she's strong." Casey says, and Elliot nods.
Ring ring
As Elliot heard Olivia's voice on the other end of the line, his heart skipped a beat. He had been waiting for her call, hoping to hear from her soon.
"Olivia," he said, unable to keep the relief and joy out of his tone. "It's good to hear your voice."
"You too, El. I just had to call you from a pay phone. The case won't be closed for another three weeks. We had stuff come up," Olivia says, sounding disappointed
Elliot frowned, disappointment washing over him. Three more weeks? That felt like an eternity. But he knew better than to express his frustration.
"Three weeks, huh?" he said, trying to keep his tone neutral. "Well, that's... longer than I expected."
Olivia sighed on the other end of the line. "I know, I know," she said, her frustration evident. "But this case is a messy one. Lots of red tape, unexpected twists, you know how it is."
Elliot nodded, even though she couldn't see him. He knew all too well how complicated cases could get. But that didn't make the wait any less bearable.
Olivia chuckled softly on the other end of the line. She could sense the disappointment in Elliot's voice, and tried her best to lighten the mood.
"You know, I won't be gone forever," she said, a playful tone in her voice. "And I doubt you'll miss me that much. I mean, you have all those other detectives to keep you company."
Elliot smiled at her playful banter, his heart growing even fonder. "You're right," he said, his tone soft. "They're not you. Nobody can compare to you, Liv."
"You too, El. I miss you see you in three weeks." Olivia says
"Miss you too Liv. Three weeks."
The phone disconnects
Elliot heard the phone click as the call ended, leaving him with a strange mix of happiness and longing. He set the phone down, staring at it for a moment as if trying to capture a glimpse of Olivia.
As the silence settled over the room, Elliot let out a heavy sigh. Three more weeks. Three more weeks of waiting, of missing her.
Elliot had been working nonstop for the past week, trying to keep himself busy to distract from the fact that he hadn't heard from Olivia. The case he was working on was a tough one, and the frustration was getting to him.
Elliot stalked into the gym, his body thrumming with pent-up frustration and energy. He had been trying to focus on a case that had been driving him up the wall, and his thoughts kept drifting to Olivia. He needed a way to burn off some steam, to clear his head. Boxing seemed like a good idea.
As he punched and kicked the punching bag, Elliot let out a growl of frustration. It wasn't helping. He decides to take a warm shower.
As the warm water cascaded down his muscular body, his hand instinctively reached down to grasp his thick, hardening cock. He closed his eyes, imagining Olivia's soft hands exploring his powerful frame, her fingers tracing the contours of his defined abs and strong chest. Her touch had set him on fire, and now alone in the shower, he yearned to recreate that inferno.
He stroked his length slowly, feeling the velvety smooth skin of his shaft as he pictured Olivia's silky black hair cascading over her delicate shoulders, her ample breasts heaving with desire, and her sultry eyes sparkling with mischief. He wanted to feel her soft skin beneath his fingers, imagine her yielding to his touch, her moans of pleasure filling the room.
A bead of precum formed at the tip of his dick, and with a wicked smile, Elliot smeared it along his shaft, using it as natural lubrication. The sensation was electric, and he groaned softly, his breath quickening as he increased the pace of his strokes. He imagined Olivia on her knees before him, her full lips wrapping around his thickness, her skilled mouth working him to the edge of sanity.
He could taste her sweetness on his tongue—the memory of their ardent kisses fueling his fantasy. He craved the feel of her wet pussy, aching to thrust deep inside her, claim her as his own, and savor the tightness that enveloped him. His balls tightened as he plunged his fingers into the stream of hot water, imagining it was Olivia's mouth engulfing him, her tongue swirling seductively.
The pleasure coiled tightly within him as he stood there, his hand working feverishly, slick with precum. He saw Olivia's flawless body writhing in ecstasy, her back arching as she surrendered to the waves of pleasure he evoked. He wanted to mark her, brand her as his, and watch her blush as she basked in the aftermath of their wild abandon.
The fantasy consumed him, and with a fierce growl, Elliot let go, spilling his seed onto the shower floor. His body shuddered with the intensity of his orgasm, and he leaned against the tiled wall, catching his breath.
In Oregon, we are always so in sync
Olivia stood under the hot shower, the water pounding on her shoulders, and closed her eyes as she let the warmth relax her tired muscles. It had been an emotional night with Elliot, baring their souls to each other, and now she felt a deep sense of peace and contentment. A lazy smile played on her lips as she replayed the events of the previous night in her mind, her heart skipping a beat as she recalled his tender touch and the way he made her feel desired and loved.
As the steam filled the bathroom, Olivia's mind began to wander to naughtier territories. She thought about Elliot's strong arms around her, his rugged features, and the way he made her feel protected. Her hand unconsciously strayed between her legs, her fingers gently teasing her clit as she imagined him there in the shower with her, his hands roaming over her wet body.
She bit her lip, her breath quickening as the pleasure began to build. In her fantasy, Elliot stepped into the shower, his eyes dark with desire. He pressed her against the wall, the cool tiles in contrast to their heated bodies. She could feel the hardness of his dick against her belly, and she moaned softly, moving her hips against him.
Olivia's fingers circled her clit, then dipped lower, teasing the entrance of her pussy. She imagined Elliot's fingers there, his mouth on her breasts, sucking and nibbling as he drove her wild with pleasure. She bent forward slightly, bracing herself against the wall as the fantasy took hold. She added a second finger, gasping at the stretch, pretending it was Elliot filling her up.
The sound of the shower masked her soft whimpers as she built towards her orgasm. In her mind, Elliot whispered dirty words of encouragement, telling her how good she felt and how much he wanted her. His fictional cock thrust deep inside her, again and again, pushing her closer to the edge.
Her nipples were hard and sensitive, rubbing against the rough tiles as she fucked herself with her fingers. The sensation was overwhelming, and she cried out, her body tensing as the pleasure crashed over her. Her pussy clenched around her fingers as she imagined Elliot's cock, his fictional hot cum filling her up, extending her orgasm for what felt like an eternity.
Olivia's body shook as the waves of pleasure subsided, leaving her breathless and satisfied. She leaned her head back, letting the water wash away the evidence of her pleasure. A small smile played on her lips as she realized how deeply she had fallen for Elliot. Their connection went beyond physical attraction; it was an intense meeting of minds and bodies that left her yearning for more.
She slowly straightened up, her body still buzzing with pleasure. Turning off the shower, she stepped out, feeling refreshed and energized.
Week later
Olivia quietly entered the bar she knew everyone was at. Alex texted. She had planned to surprise Elliot, to catch him off guard. But her plan was quickly derailed when she saw Elliot and a blonde girl close together, sitting side by side, and then she just kissed him!?!?
Olivia felt a wave of anger wash over her as she silently scolded herself. First, he talked to the red-headed woman, and now this blonde one. It hurt. She had hoped he would wait for her, but it seemed like he hadn't. A pit of disappointment formed in her stomach, coupled with a hint of bitterness.
Olivia was lost in her thoughts when she felt two strong arms wrap around her in a warm embrace. She was snapped out of her thoughts as she heard Fin's familiar voice.
"Hey babygirl, you're back," he said, pulling her into a firm hug.
"Yeah, I'm back," Olivia replied, trying to steady her emotions. She returned the hug, feeling a mix of comfort and familiarity in his embrace.
"Hey Liv you're back. Thank goodness it's been a mess here without you." Says Munch
Olivia turned around to see Munch, a small smile pulling at the corners of her mouth. It was always good to see a familiar face, especially in times like these.
"Hey, Munch," she said, returning his greeting. "Glad to know I was missed." Olivia smiles
"Have you spoken to Elliot yet?" Ask Munch
"Um, no, I gotta go, but don't let him know I'm back or stopped by. Thanks." Olivia smiles and walks off.
Fin and Munch exchanged a puzzled glance as they watched Olivia walk off. They could both say something was off with her, her smile not quite reaching her eyes.
"Something's not right," Fin muttered, his brows furrowed in concern.
Munch nodded, his expression mirroring Fin's concern. "Yeah, she's clearly upset about something. But why wouldn't she want us to tell Elliot that she's back?"
Fin scratched his chin thoughtfully. "That's what I don't get. Why the secrecy? It's not like her to hide like this." He paused for a moment, his brow furrowing as he pieced things together. "Do you think it has something to do with Elliot?"
Fin rubbed his jaw, a conflicted expression on his face. "I don't know. It's possible. But something tells me there's more to this whoever figures it out first wins 50 bucks."
Dani and Elliot are having a friendly conversation at the bar, sitting side by side. Elliot keeps trying to keep their distance, but she keeps getting closer. Elliot's not trying to be a dick. He just lets it go.
Dani put a seductive smile on her face. Without warning, she leaned in and pressed her lips against his.
Elliot was taken aback, the gesture catching him off guard. Pulling away, he gently took hold of Dani's shoulders, creating some distance between them.
"Dani," he began, his tone apologetic but firm. "I'm sorry if I gave you the wrong impression. You're my coworker, nothing more."
Olivia drove home and was welcomed by a bright smile.
Olivia drove to the bar that Fin told her they were at, her mind still preoccupied with the scene she had witnessed in the office. She had been hoping to surprise Elliot but instead had found him speaking with another woman. As she reached the center, she pushed the troubling thoughts aside and plastered a bright smile on her face.
Noah was waiting for her with his teacher, his little face lighting up as soon as he saw her. "Mommy!" he exclaimed, running towards her with outstretched arms.
Olivia scooped up Noah in her arms, hugging him tightly. His small arms clung to her, his little face nuzzling into her neck. She buried her nose into his messy hair, inhaling his familiar scent. At that moment, all her worries seemed to melt away.
"Hey, sweetheart," she whispered, giving him a loving squeeze. "Mommy missed you so much."
Once they were home, Olivia started her usual routine of preparing dinner while Noah sat at the counter, chatting away about his day. His innocent chatter helped distract her from her troubled thoughts.
As she cooked, Olivia's mind kept drifting back to Elliot and the scene she had witnessed. She couldn't shake off the feeling of unease and disappointment.
Olivia focused intently on Noah, trying to push the thoughts of Elliot out of her mind. She spent the entire week spending quality time with her son, doing things they both enjoyed. They went to the park, had movie nights, and baked cookies together.
Elliot was in his office, surrounded by files and paperwork, when Munch barged into the room, a sheepish expression on his face. Elliot looked up, a bit surprised by the interruption.
"Munch, what do you need?" he asked, setting down his pen.
Munch fidgeted nervously, avoiding making direct eye contact with Elliot. "Uh, well... I sorta have something to tell you."
Elliot raised an eyebrow, sensing the discomfort in Munch's voice. "What is it?"
"Well, Dani quit." Says Munch
"I see," he muttered, trying to keep his emotions in check. "And you say Dani quit? Any idea why?"
Munch shrugged, his face contorted in a mixture of frustration and sorrow. "No idea. She just got up and left. She said she couldn't handle the job anymore."
Elliot let out a heavy sigh, rubbing a hand over his face. "Well, that's just great. Now we're short staffed."
Munch took a deep breath, bracing himself for Elliot's reaction.
"Olivia's back we could ask her," he blurted out, the words rushing out of his mouth.
"Olivia's not back. What do you mean?" Elliot ask confused
Munch's eyes widened in realization, his mouth snapping shut. He had blurted out way more than he had intended to. Panic began to set in as he stumbled over his words.
"Uh, nothing. Forget I said anything." Munch attempted to backtrack, hoping that Elliot hadn't picked up on his slip.
But it was too late. Elliot had already caught on to Munch's mistake. His eyes narrowed in suspicion, his mind racing.
"Wait a minute. You were about to say something, weren't you?" Elliot confronted Munch, his voice edged with a hint of accusation.
Munch's face flushed with embarrassment and fear, knowing he had messed up. He tried to come up with an excuse, but under Elliot's intense gaze, he crumbled.
"Okay, fine," he admitted, his voice timid. "Olivia's back. She's been back for a week."
Elliot's eyes widened in shock at Munch's confession. He had suspected something was off, but hearing it confirmed still sent a jolt through him.
"A week?" He exclaimed, disbelief evident in his voice. "Why didn't anyone tell me?"
Munch fidgeted nervously, avoiding direct eye contact with Elliot. "She made us promise not to," he said, his voice small. "She... didn't want you to know she was back yet."
Elliot felt a pang of hurt at the revelation. Olivia had been back for a week and deliberately avoided him. It stung, but he tried not to let it show.
"Why?" He found himself asking, his voice betraying a hint of vulnerability. "Why didn't she want me to know?"
Munch shrugged, feeling uncomfortable in the role of the bearer of bad news. "I don't know. She didn't tell us why. She just made us swear not to tell you."
Elliot nodded slowly, his mind processing the information. He wanted to confront Olivia and demand an explanation. But part of him dreaded what her answer might be.
Olivia texts Alex. "Hey, BDSM club tonight. I could use some relaxation."
Alex was sprawled on her couch, lazily scrolling through her phone, when Olivia's text came through. She raised an eyebrow in surprise, a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips.
"Club, huh?" She muttered to herself, typing a quick reply. Sure. I could use a night out." Alex didn't bother asking Elliot, because she thought Elliot was already going to be there.
Olivia rummaged through her closet, pulling out a few outfits and holding them up for inspection. She eventually settled on a black dress, one that hugged her curves in all the right places.
Alex, meanwhile, was in front of her mirror, experimenting with different makeup looks. She applied some eyeliner and a touch of sparkling eyeshadow, giving herself a sultry, sophisticated look.
Elliot had been wrestling with a barrage of emotions all day. Frustration, hurt, curiosity - it was all swirling together, a chaotic storm in his mind. He knew Olivia was back, and that she had been avoiding him on purpose.
Now, standing at her doorstep, he couldn't help but feel a pang of trepidation. But he pushed those feelings down, keeping his expression neutral.
"Benson! Open up! I know you're in there." Elliot shouted.
Elliot's confusion deepened as a stranger opened the door, introducing herself as Lucy. Before he could respond, a small voice piped up from behind her.
"Who is it, Lucy?"
Turning his attention to the source of the voice, Elliot was taken aback by the sight of a young boy, no more than 7 or 8 years old.
"Hello! I'm Noah Benson!" Says Noah smiling big
"Hi Noah I'm Elliot your mom's friend." Elliot smiles.
"Oh your Elliot. I've heard about you if you're looking for Olivia she's at the club." Lucy says in a whisper
"Thank you Lucy. Nice meeting you both. Elliot says before walking away
Lucy simply smiles and watches him walk away before closing the door. Noah, on the other hand, waves enthusiastically at Elliot as he leaves.
Elliot couldn't shake off the strange meeting with Noah and Lucy. A thousand questions were buzzing in his mind as he got in his car and headed towards the club.
As she nursed her drink, her eyes landed on a man who looked remarkably similar to Elliot. The resemblance was striking—the same strong, chiseled jawline, piercing blue eyes, and bald head. The only noticeable difference was a small, unique scar above his left eyebrow. Her heart skipped a beat as she found herself drawn to this mysterious stranger.
His name was Eddie, as she found out when he sent a drink her way, and he exuded a raw, animalistic charm that intrigued her. Perhaps it was the alcohol clouding her judgment, but Olivia found herself flirting subtly, enjoying the attention this man gave her. He was forward, confident, and had a certain darkness about him.
Leaning closer, their voices lowered to husky whispers as they chatted, their faces mere inches apart. Olivia found herself getting lost in this man's intense gaze, and before she knew it, their lips were crashing together in a passionate kiss. It was hungry, desperate even, as if they both needed this release. His hands moved to her thighs, squeezing them as their tongues danced, and Olivia felt a jolt of desire course through her.
It was at that moment that Elliot appeared, his strong hand gripping her wrist and yanking her away from Eddie. Jealousy flashed in his eyes, and Olivia suddenly realized what she was doing.
Pulling her close, Elliot hissed in her ear, "I told you I don't share, and I fucking meant it." His possessiveness both thrilled and scared her, but at that moment, she didn't care.
Eddie, seeming to sense the situation, backed off, a cocky grin on his face. Elliot pulled into a secluded corner. Where nobody could see them.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing Olivia Benson." Elliot growls
"Doing me Elliot! Since that's what you do! I refuse to be just another girl in your endless rotations of women." Olivia screams
Elliot's face contorted in surprise and confusion as Olivia accused him of infidelity. He took a step towards her, his voice rising over the thump of the music.
"I haven't been with anyone since that night either, Olivia!" He denied, frustration seeping into his tone. "What are you talking about? I haven't even looked at another woman since we..." His words trailed off, the memory of their intimate night flooding his mind.
The memories of her past relationship with her ex surged through Olivia's mind, fueling her doubts and insecurities. The fear and hurt from past abuse blended with the present situation, clouding her judgment.
"You're just like him," she whispered, her voice trembling. "You say you're different, but you'll just hurt me like he did."
Olivia's resistance faltered as Elliot's lips met hers. As much as she wanted to remain angry, the feeling of his touch brought a wave of conflicting emotions.
Elliot's protective instincts kick in as he feels her hesitate. He pulls her closer, his arms encircling her slender waist. Olivia's body responded to his touch instinctively, molding against his embrace. Despite her anger, she couldn't help the pang of desire that shot through her.
Elliot's kisses were intoxicating, his touch sending shivers down her spine. For a moment, she forgot all about her doubts and accusations. She surrendered to the sensations, her body craving his touch.
"Elli-" Olivia lets go of the kiss, but Elliot brings his lips right back to hers.
Elliot's voice was low and possessive, his breath hot against her lips. He ran his hands down her waist, his touch firm and possessive.
"No talking," he murmured, nibbling her bottom lip gently. "I want to show you how much you mean to me. How much I only want you."
His grip tightened around her, pulling her flush against him, leaving no doubt about his desire for her.
"You're mine," he growled, claiming her mouth in another intense kiss.
The heat between them escalated as Elliot's kisses grew more demanding, his tongue exploring her mouth with an urgency that spoke of a deeper need.
Olivia's body betrayed her, her defenses collapsing under the onslaught of his passion. Her hands clawed at his shirt, the cool fabric contrasting with the fire burning through her.
Elliot continued his trail of kisses down her neck, his hands roaming her body with a familiarity that bordered on ownership. He knew Olivia's sensitive spots and knew how to make her shiver with pleasure.
"You're mine," he repeated, his voice rough and possessive. He nipped at the sensitive skin of her collarbone, his teeth leaving faint marks of possession. "Only mine I'm about to show you," Elliot says, taking her hand and bringing her into one of the rooms. Elliot completely undresses Olivia kissing her in between aggressively. Throwing her on the bed.
He began by securing her wrists above her head, tightening the restraints just enough to give her a thrilling sense of helplessness. Olivia bit her lip, enjoying the sensation of being totally at Elliot's mercy. Next, he moved down to her ankles, securing them firmly, opening her up, and leaving her feeling deliciously exposed.
Olivia's breath quickened as Elliot trailed his fingers up her thighs, her body responding instantly to his touch. He leaned forward, his breath hot on her ear, whispering how beautiful she looked, bound and waiting for his pleasure. His words sent shivers down her spine, and she moaned softly, anticipating the sensations to come.
With slow, deliberate movements, Elliot reached for the blindfold, slipping it over her eyes and plunging her into darkness. The loss of sight heightened her other senses, and she felt her pussy begin to throb as her imagination ran wild. She could feel Elliot's eyes on her, taking in her vulnerable state, and it only added to her arousal.
His fingers traced delicate patterns on her skin, up her arms, across her collarbone, and down between her breasts. Olivia's nipples pebbled as he teased them lightly, making her whimper softly. Then, with a gentle click, Elliot applied the nipple clamps, sending shoots of pleasure-pain directly to her core.
"You look so fucking sexy like this, Olivia," Elliot murmured, his voice thick with desire. "So willing and wanting. This tight body was made to be played with."
Olivia writhed under his words, the combination of sensory deprivation and torment of her sensitive nipples sending her closer to the edge. She felt the clamps tighten further as Elliot tugged gently, teasing her with small pulls that made her gasp.
Sensing she was close to the brink, Elliot slowed his pace, intent on drawing out her pleasure. He brushed his thumbs over her clit, circling it slowly, making her squirm and plead for more. The restraint on her wrists allowed only limited movement, adding to the intensity of her frustration.
Elliot loved nothing more than to exert his dominance over his willing submissive, and today was no exception. He knew how much Olivia craved his touch, his control, and the way he could push her to the very edge of pleasure before bringing her back again and again
Then, he moved lower, trailing kisses down her body, enjoying the taste of her smooth skin, inhaling her unique scent. As he reached her thighs, he paused, blowing gently, the sensation causing her to squirm. "Be still, detective," he murmured, his voice deep and authoritative. "I want to taste you now."
With that, he lowered his mouth to her pussy, licking and sucking eagerly, his tongue exploring her most intimate folds. Olivia gasped as the sensation shot through her, her hands grasping the bedsheets as she felt his mouth and beard against her most sensitive spot. He lapped at her eagerly, savoring her taste, his tongue dipping into her hole before flicking upwards to circle her clit.
As he feasted, he inserted two fingers into her dripping wet hole, curling them upwards to find that magic spot within. Her hips bucked off the bed as she cried out, her body already so sensitive to his touch. "Oh, Elliot, I... I can't help but move... feels so good."
He chuckled deeply, the vibrations sending shivers through her core. "I know, my naughty girl. But remember, you must earn your release. Today, I plan to edge you repeatedly until you're begging for mercy." With that, he increased the pace, adding a third finger, stretching her deliciously.
Olivia's head thrashed from side to side as she tried to hold back the impending orgasm that threatened to overtake her. Her juices flowed freely, coating his hand as he thrust his fingers in and out while continuing to lap at her clit. Just as she thought she might explode, he stopped, withdrawing his hand and leaving her hovering on the edge.
"Please... Elliot, don't stop," she panted, her body glistening with a light sheen of sweat.
Smiling, he kissed her inner thigh, a sharp contrast to the rough treatment she had just endured. "I won't, my dear. But I will make you wait. And when I finally let you cum, it will be the most explosive orgasm you've ever experienced."
Time after time, he built her up, his fingers working their magic inside her, his tongue relentless on her clit. Her cries filled the room, a mixture of pleasure and frustration as he continually left her teetering, denying her the release she craved.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he showed no sign of mercy. "Elliot... detective, please... I need to cum," she pleaded, her body trembling with the effort of holding back.
"Please, Elliot," she begged, squirming in her restraints. "I need you. Don't torment me like this."
He chuckled, the sound sending a shiver of anticipation through her. "Torment you, my dear Liv? I'm merely enjoying the sight of you like this. So beautiful, so wanting. But you've been a bratty Liv lately, haven't you?" Elliot says as he pulls the chains attached to her nipple clamps. Olivia lets out a moan, feeling a mixture of pain and pleasure.
Olivia bit her lip, knowing he was referring to the cheeky comments she had made earlier, challenging his dominance. "I-I'm sorry, Sir. Please forgive me. I just—"
Before she could finish, Elliot landed a sharp smack on her inner thigh with the paddle he had been hiding behind his back. The sting took her breath away, and she cried out, her voice echoing in the room.
"I decide when you come, brat. Not you." Another smack, this time on her outer thigh, had her writhing and crying out again.
"N-no, Sir, please. I promise I won't be bratty again. It's just you, only you." She was panting now, her pussy dripping with need as the blindfold heightened her other senses.
Shh, brat. No more talking. It's time for your punishment." Elliot raised the paddle and brought it down with a swift motion, landing it squarely on one of her plump cheeks.
The sound of wood meeting flesh resonated through the room, followed by Olivia's surprised gasp. The sting spread across her ass cheek, and she squirmed, trying to ease the sensation.
"Such a beautiful target," Elliot murmured, caressing the reddened skin gently before raising the paddle again. "And such a bratty girl. You know you deserve this."
He struck again, this time on the other cheek, and Olivia bit her lip to hold back a moan. The pain was sharp but intensely arousing, sending pleasure straight to her core. Her pussy began to throb, and she could feel her juices starting to drip down her thighs.
With each crack of the paddle, Elliot delivered a sharp blow to one cheek and then the other, watching as the pale skin turned pink and then red. Olivia writhed on the bed, her breathing becoming heavier. She wanted to touch herself, to ease the building tension between her legs, but she knew better than to move without permission.
"Please... " she whispered, her tone a mix of pleading and desire. "It hurts so good..."
"I know it does, my naughty girl," Elliot replied, his voice hoarse with his own need. "But you haven't learned your lesson yet."
He continued the assault on her ass, varying the intensity and rhythm to keep her guessing. Sometimes, he would strike hard and fast; other times, he would deliver a slower, more deliberate blow that left her breathless. Olivia sobbed and begged, her ass burning deliciously, but Elliot showed no mercy.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity of exquisite torture, Elliot put down the paddle and grasped her hips, pulling her up onto her knees.
"Now, my little brat, it's time for your reward," Elliot says in a growl, taking off Olivia's blindfold.
"I want to see those beautiful brown eyes." Elliot Whisphers
He ran his fingers gently over her swollen clit, making her squirm and moan in pleasure. "Such a responsive little slut. I'm going to make you cum so hard, and then I'm going to taste your sweet juices," he said, dipping his head down to lick and suck on her sensitive bud.
Olivia cried out, her body bucking against the restraints as Elliot worked his magic with his tongue and lips, teasing and tantalizing her. He inserted first one, then two fingers into her tight hole, pumping them in and out as he continued to lick and suck. "You like that, don't you, you little whore? Cumming for me like a good girl," he taunted, knowing full well the effect his words were having on her.
As her orgasm built, Elliot added a third finger, stretching her pussy and hitting all the right spots. He sucked harder on her clit, nibbling and tugging on it gently with his teeth. "Fuck, I'm close... so close," she panted, her body tensing up as she neared the edge. "That's it, come for me. Let me feel that tight pussy clamp down on my fingers," he demanded, driving her wild with desire.
And then she came, her body shaking uncontrollably as waves of pleasure crashed over her. Her pussy clenched around Elliot's fingers as she squirted, her juices flowing freely onto the bed sheets. Elliot lapped up her sweet nectar, moaning in appreciation at the taste of her release. "That's it, drown me in your cum, you filthy little minx," he growled, continuing to feast on her sensitive flesh. Licking her clean.
wrists tied above her head, ankles bound and spread wide. Her brown hair falls over her face as she gazes up at her partner, Elliot, standing before her with a devious glint in his eye.
Olivia's pussy begins to throb as she anticipates what's to come. She knows Elliot well, and his dominant nature excites her. Her brown eyes sparkle with anticipation as she awaits his next move.
Without warning, Elliot grabs a handful of her hair and pulls her head back, exposing her throat. He leans down and whispers in her ear, his hot breath sending shivers down her spine. "You're mine, Olivia, and don't you forget it." Elliot growls
Olivia whimpers in response, feeling her core clench at his commanding tone. She loves being subjugated, and the knowledge that she's at Elliot's mercy makes her dripping wet.
Elliot smiles at the effect he's having on her and releases her hair, reaching down to stroke her cheek gently. "You're so beautiful." He teases her neck with feather-light kisses, trailing his lips down to her collarbone, then lower, teasing the tops of her breasts without quite touching them.
Taking himself in hand, Elliot stroked his length slowly, watching with satisfaction as droplets of pre-cum formed at the tip. "Look at me, Olivia," he commanded. "Watch me stroke my dick while your pussy goes untouched."
Olivia's eyes fixed on him, taking in the sight of his strong hand pumping his shaft, the veins standing out on his thick cock. Her own need was building to an almost unbearable level, her juices flowing down her thighs.
"Please..." she begs, her voice hoarse with need.
"Please, what?" Elliot asks, his voice dark and husky. "Tell me exactly what you want, Olivia."
She swallows, her throat dry, and blurts out the first thing that comes to mind. "I want your dick. Please, Elliot, fuck my throat."
A low growl escapes Elliot's throat, and he steps back, reaching for his belt. With expert movements, he undoes his pants, letting his hard length spring free. Olivia's eyes widen at the sight of his thick cock, her mouth watering as she imagines it stretching her throat.
He strokes himself a few times, pre-cum oozing from the tip, then steps closer, positioning himself in front of her face. "Open wide for me, baby," he grunts, and Olivia obliges, her mouth watering in anticipation.
The head of his dick parts her lips, and he slides slowly into her warm, wet mouth. Olivia moans, the vibrations sending pleasure shooting through Elliot's body. He grips the back of her head, holding her in place as he begins to thrust gently, guiding his cock in and out of her mouth.
Her tongue swirls around his shaft, tasting his musky flavor, and she sucks greedily, eager to please him. Elliot groans, picking up the pace, fucking her mouth harder. Olivia gags as he hits the back of her throat, saliva dripping from her lips, but he doesn't slow down, instead reveling in the tightness of her mouth and throat.
"That's it, take it all," he pants, his hips snapping forward as he pounds her face. "You're such a good little cock-sucker, Olivia."
Her eyes water as he uses her throat, her makeup smudging from the intensity of his passion. But she loves it, wants more, and craves the sensation of being completely filled and used. Elliot lets out a string of curses as he nears his climax, his balls tightening as they prepare to unload.
"Swallow it all, detective," he warns, and with a final, deep thrust, he explodes into her mouth. Hot streams of cum coat her tongue, and she does her best to gulp it all down, savoring the taste of his release.
As his orgasm subsides, Elliot slowly pulls out, a string of cum connecting his softening dick to Olivia's lips. He unties her wrists and ankles, lowering her to her knees as he does so, then steps back to admire the sight of her, spent and satisfied at his feet.
Olivia smiles up at him, her face glistening with their combined juices. "That was amazing," she pants, still catching her breath. "But I want more. I want to feel you inside my pussy now."
Elliot's cock twitches at her words, already stirring back to life. With a wicked grin, he offers her his hand, ready to continue their passionate encounter, eager to explore more of Olivia's erotic desires.
Grinning, Elliot stood up and positioned himself at her entrance. With one swift thrust, he buried himself balls-deep inside her, groaning at the incredible tightness. Olivia's eyes rolled back as she felt his thickness stretching her, filling her up perfectly.
Grabbing a handful of her hair, Elliot began to piston in and out of her, his hips slamming against hers. Olivia moaned loudly, her body convulsing with pleasure. Elliot's free hand moved to her throat, applying gentle pressure as he started to choke her.
"Fuck, you're so tight," he grunted, his eyes never leaving hers. "You like my cock inside you, don't you, Olivia? You're mine now, completely under my control."
"Yes... all yours... oh God, don't stop!" she panted, her face flushed and sweaty.
"Choke me harder, fuck me harder, I want it all!"
Elliot obliged, tightening his grip on her throat as he pounded into her relentlessly. Olivia's eyes widened as the pleasure built, her entire body tingling with anticipation of the impending orgasm.
"Cum for me, Olivia," Elliot demanded, his voice hoarse. "Let me feel that tight pussy squeezing my cock."
His words sent Olivia over the edge. Her back arched, her body shaking violently as a powerful orgasm ripped through her. "Fuck, fuck uh, Elliot." Olivia cries out.
"Mmm, we're not done, sweetheart, but you're going to ride my cock." Elliot says, taking off Olivia's restraints. He takes off the nipples covers. Olivia lets out a squeal and pulling her on top of him.
Blood rushing back to Olivia's nipples. Elliot starts to suck on them. Olivia lets out a squeal then a moan.
"Oh, ohhh uhhh fuck." Olivia whimpers
Olivia's hips moved instinctually, Elliot driving her down onto his cock as she set a frenzied pace. She moaned loudly, feeling the length of him filling her up, the sensation overwhelming. Elliot's hands moved to her thighs, gripping tightly, his fingers leaving marks on her skin as he guided her movements. His blue eyes burned with intensity, watching her breasts bounce wildly with each eager downward thrust.
"Fuck, you're so beautiful," he muttered, his voice hoarse with desire. "Take it, Olivia, take it all."
She threw her head back, her brown hair cascading over her shoulders, exposing her neck. Elliot took the invitation, planting open-mouthed kisses along her creamy skin, his stubble scratching sensuously. Olivia gasped, her fingers tangling in his hair, holding him to her as she continued to ride him passionately.
The room echoed with the sounds of their frantic coupling—the wet slapping of flesh meeting flesh, their erratic breath, and their moans of pleasure. Elliot's hands moved again, this time to her ass, squeezing and spreading her cheeks, giving him a better angle to thrust up into her. He bucked his hips, meeting her halfway, their bodies colliding violently.
"Deeper," she cried out, not recognizing her own voice. "Harder, Elliot, please."
He obliged, his hands moving to grip her hips, guiding and controlling the pace now. With each powerful upward thrust, he drove into her, his cock reaching new depths. Olivia's pussy clenched around him, milking him, her juices coating his shaft.
"That's it, baby, come for me," he growled, his voice commanding. "Let me feel you cum around my cock."
Olivia's core tightened, a coil winding within her, and she felt the rush of an orgasm building. Her breasts heaved with the effort of her relentless movement, and she bit her lip to stifle her cries. Elliot wrapped his large hand around her neck, giving it a tight squeeze while plowing into Olivia's pussy.
"Don't hold back, Olivia ride my cock," he demanded, while his other thumb rubbed her sensitive clit
His words sent her over the edge. "Elliot! Fuck your cock is so big and thick pounding my pussy" she screamed, her body tensing as waves of pleasure crashed through her. Her pussy pulsated, contracting erratically around his cock, milking him for all he was worth.
But Elliot wasn't done. He withdrew slightly, readjusting his position, lifting her slightly, and grinding her down onto him. "Ride my cock, Olivia," he grunted. "Show me how much you want it."
Still recovering from her orgasm, Olivia felt spent, but the thought of denying this man anything made her eager to please. So she began to move again, slower this time, reveling in the sensation of his thick cock stretching her, her juices flowing freely. She leaned forward, supporting herself on his chest, her nipples rubbing against his skin as she found a steady rhythm.
Elliot groaned his approval, his hands caressing her back, drawing lazy circles on her soft skin. "That's it, be a good girl and cum again for me" he whispered, his breath hot against her ear.
She sat up straight, her breasts swaying, and she reached behind, gripping his thighs for support as she quickened the pace. Their gazes locked, and Olivia saw the fire burning in his eyes. It fueled her, pushing her to ride him harder, faster, her pussy tightening around him once more.
"Cum with me," she panted, her voice hoarse. "I want to feel you cum inside me."
Plowing into Olivia's pussy harder and deep. Olivia cried out in ecstasy as her orgasm came over her. Clenching Elliot's.
"Ohhh fuckkk." Oliiva moaned out
"Fuck Liv so tight." Elliot groans, his body tensing as he spills himself deep within her. Olivia felt his warm release, and it set her off again, her own climax overtaking her with violent force. She cried out his name, her body shaking uncontrollably as pleasure racked her senseless.
Olivia moves to clean herself up, her body still recovering from the intense pleasure.
Elliot watched her for a moment before moving to clean himself up as well, his gaze appreciative.
Olivia's resolve steeled as her mind shifted back to the reason she had come to the club - her intention to confront Elliot. Caught in a maelstrom of emotions, she quickly discarded the thought of giving into his advances.
Quickly she got dressed, each garment slipping over her body a stark reminder of her momentary vulnerability. With a mix of determination and regret, she turned on her heel and walked out of the room, leaving Elliot without a word. Running out the door. Now outside she's halfway down the street. She hears footsteps running behind her.
Elliot caught up to her, his breath coming in short gasps from the exertion. He stopped in front of her, his eyes pleading.
"Olivia," he began, his voice strained. "Please, wait. I need to talk to you."
"What, Elliot!" Shouts Olivia
"Why the fuck do you keep running away everytime we give in to our desires Olivia!?" Elliot is now shouting back.
Olivia's eyes widened at his outburst, her initial surprise replaced by anger. "You honestly don't know why I keep running away!?" She retorted, her voice laden with frustration and hurt.
"It's because everytime we give into our desires, I end up hurt! Every single time we give in, you do something to break my heart. Like clockwork."
Elliot was caught off guard by her words. "What do you mean, everytime we give in I do something to hurt you?" he asked, bewilderment in his voice.
He tried to recall each intimate encounter they'd had, his mind searching for times he had hurt her, knowingly or unknowingly.
"I'm done talking about this, Elliot fuck off." Olivia says, walking towards the beach nearby.
Olivia's breath hitched as Elliot's grip on her wrist pulled her back, his touch sending a shudder through her. She was caught off-guard, her feet stumbling slightly as she was forcibly turned to face him.
"Let go of me!" She protested, her voice hitching as she tried to pull away. His grip was firm, his eyes intense as they locked with hers.
"Olivia. You cannot keep running the fuck away everytime I try to talk to you. Now tell me." Elliot says in a desperate tone, searching her eyes.
"Fine you say you haven't done anything with anyone since we did stuff. You say one thing, and do anything. Then you're flirting with Casey right after we had sex, and then you're flirting with some blonde kissing her at the bar. Elliot, how can I believe you? I know we aren't dating, and you're single, but I cannot take it I'm not a jealous person, but you bring it out of me. I didnt ask for these feelings for you, elliot. I didnt ask to fall in love with you, but I did, and If your just going to break my heart like my ex, please leave my life now! I know your lifestyle Elliot. I can't just fuck without feelings. This was supposed to be fun, feelings-free, but I can see why everyone wants a piece of you." Olivia says, now on the brick of tears.
"You love me?" Elliot's heart swelled as he watched Olivia's face, the emotions playing across it like a canvas.
Olivia's voice cracked as she stumbled over her words, her mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. "I - I," she tried to say, her words coming out as a mumbled jumble.
She swallowed hard, her throat feeling dry as she struggled to find the right words. Her mind was racing, her heart beating wildly in her chest as she fought to remain calm.
"I - I didn't mean to say..." her voice trailed off, her eyes drifting away from his gaze.
"I love you too, Olivia," Elliot says, taking her lips into a passionate kiss. He gently glides his tongue on her bottom lip. Olivia giving him access to tongues, battled for dominance. Elliot cups her face and slowly pulls away.
"But what about-" Olivia says
"Olivia, I meant what I said. I didn't do anything with nobody. Didn't flirt or even think about another woman. Casey is gay. The night at the club, she asked me for advice, and Dani I was being friendly, showing her the ropes, and she kissed me, but I put an end to that quickly. I don't want anyone Olivia. I want you." Elliot says, pulling her lips into a deep kiss again.
Olivia's voice was quiet, her words laced with regret.
"I'm sorry," she murmured, her gaze dropping to the ground. "I'm sorry for not trusting you. I know my past is messed up, and it's hard for me to trust anyone, especially when it comes to men," Olivia says in a whisper tone.
Elliot wipes away her tears and kisses her forehead. Takes her hand in his. "Let's go walk on the beach and talk." Says Elliot as they go hand in hand and sit in front of the shore.
"What happened with your ex, Liv? You can trust me." Elliot says
Olivia sighed, her gaze drifting out to the sea as they sat down. The crash of the waves against the shore provided a soothing backdrop to their conversation.
"My ex, he...he cheated on me. Not once, but multiple times. I stayed because I had Noah, and didn't have anywhere to go, but then he got abusive, and I left, and in my time of need, I met Alex. When it comes to mom was a drunk who died from falling down a flight of steps. She was very abusive saying how I should've never been born. She didn't ask for me. All that shit. I was a product for rape, and I still find it hard for people can actually love me." Her voice was steady, but there was a hint of pain in her eyes as she recalled the memories.
Elliot's heart ached as he listened to Olivia's confession. Her words painted a deeply troubled and painful picture of her past, and he found himself wishing he could erase every moment of hurt she had experienced.
Elliot's grip on her hand tightened ever so slightly, a silent offer of comfort and support.
"You didn't deserve any of that," he said softly, his eyes fixed on her face. "You deserved so much more than the crap you've been through. Olivia Benson, you deserve the world." Says Elliot squeezing her hand.
"Thank you, Elliot I appreciate that. What was your past like? Why did you get to BDSM?" says Olivia, glazing at him.
"You know the typical drunk father that used to beat on me, momma, and my siblings. I'm very close to my mom, and my siblings. Which I wasn't before. My dad ate his gun. I had my girlfriend Kathy since high school, and when I was off in the academy, I found out she cheated on me. My girlfriend of ten years does that and says she's pregnant, and it turns out it isn't yours that stings. One night, a buddy of mine introduced me to it, and I've been coming ever since. The girlfriends I met there never worked out. Or the ones that did have an issue with my past. As for the BDSM, I got to around age twenty-five after getting out of the academy. It felt like a place of judgment and a place for relief of desires and anger. I've always been someone who enjoyed pushing boundaries and exploring different forms of pleasure. For me, BDSM is about connecting with a partner on a deeper level, understanding and communicating about what we both want and need. None of my partners ever worked out, but I would quit the l," Elliot says, looking at the ocean.
"Wow, Elliot, I am so sorry. You didn't deserve any of that." Olivia says putting an arm around him, pulling her closer as they sat there by the ocean. "Don't be sorry," he murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of her head. "We all have our own stories, our own battles to fight. I'm just glad I can share mine with you."
Elliot wrapped an arm around her, pulling her closer as they sat there by the ocean. "Don't be sorry," he murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of her head. "We all have our own stories, our own battles to fight. I'm just glad I can share mine with you."
Olivia snuggled against him, her body pressed closely against his. The sound of the waves crashing against the shore filled the silence between them, a soothing rhythm that lulled them into a peaceful moment.
"Go on a date with me Friday, Liv. A proper date, I come by your house, pick you up, and treat you like a princess." Elliot asks, looking at her smiling
"I would love to, Elliot." Olivia smiles and kisses his cheek