Time skip to the wedding day.
Elliot stands at the altar, watching as Olivia walks down the aisle towards him. She looks radiant in her white dress, her eyes fixed on him with love and devotion. He feels a pang of pride and happiness as she joins him at the altar, a smile spreading across his face. This is the moment he's been waiting for, the moment when he becomes officially married to the love of his life.
Noah stands up front, holding onto a small pillow with two rings resting on top of it. His little face is focused intently on his task, and he takes careful, slow steps toward the happy couple.
Standing behind Olivia are her bridesmaids: Alex, Melinda, and Monique. They are all dressed in matching blue dresses, each one looking beautiful and elegant.
Alex, the oldest of the group, looks on with a proud smile as she watches her friend marry the love of her life.
Melinda, who has always been the most outspoken of the group, is blinking back tears as she witnesses the happy couple exchanging their vows.
Standing behind Elliot as his best man are his closest friends, all smartly dressed in suits and ties. They look on with knowing smiles, having witnessed the journey that Elliot and Olivia have taken together.
David, Elliot's childhood friend, is standing closest to the groom, his hand resting on Elliot's shoulder. He has known Elliot since they were kids, and he has watched their relationship grow and blossom over the years.
As their vows are exchanged, the friends grin and nudge each other. They can see the love and devotion in the couple's eyes, and they're glad to witness this happy moment.
David, in particular, feels a swelling of emotion in his chest. He has seen Elliot go through a lot in his life, and he knows how much he has wanted this moment. Seeing his best friend so happy and in love fills him with joy.
Finally, the officiant pronounces them husband and wife, and Elliot pulls Olivia into his arms. He kisses her deeply, ignoring the catcalls and cheers from their friends and family.
All that exists at this moment is the two of them and the love that binds them together.
As they walk back down the aisle, surrounded by their loved ones who are clapping and cheering, Elliot leans in close to Olivia and whispers, "I love you, Mrs. Benson-Stabler."
Olivia grins, feeling a shiver run down her spine as Elliot whispers in her ear. She loves the way he says it, the way his voice drops low and growls the word "Mrs." It makes her feel both possessive and treasured. She leans into him as they walk, her hand resting on his arm as she replies, "I love you too, Mr. Stabler."
The wedding reception is held in a grand ballroom, decorated with elegant touches and soft lighting. The room is buzzing with excitement, as friends and family come together to celebrate the new married couple.
Elliot and Olivia enter the room arm in arm, their faces illuminated with happiness. They make their way over to the head table, which has been set up for them and their wedding party.
As the night wears on, the sounds of laughter and music fill the air. Elliot and Olivia make their way around the room, greeting their guests and thanking them for coming. The atmosphere is upbeat and cheerful, and everyone seems to be enjoying themselves.
They share their first dance together, Olivia's head resting on Elliot's shoulder as they move to the slow, romantic music.
Noah comes over to Olivia. "Mommy, I wanna dance with you!" he says, his eyes wide and pleading.
Olivia smiles at her son, touched by his request. "Of course, sweetheart," she says, taking his hand and leading him out onto the dance floor.
Olivia wraps her arms around Noah's small frame, swaying gently to the music. She can't help but feel a pang of bittersweet emotion as she dances with her son, knowing that he won't be this small and sweet forever.
Noah has a wide grin on his face as he presses his head against her chest, clearly enjoying being close to his mom.
As Olivia and Elliot hold their baby girl, Ava, a feeling of contentment washes over them. They look down at their daughter, marveling at her tiny, perfect features. Standing next to them is Noah, his arms wrapped around Olivia's waist as he gazes curiously at his younger sister.
Elliot's arm is draped around Olivia's shoulders, his other hand resting on the top of Ava's head. He looks at his family fondly, feeling like the luckiest man alive.
As they stand there, surrounded by their loved ones and basking in the joy of their new family, Elliot looks at Olivia and leans in to whisper in her ear."We did good, didn't we?" he asks, his voice low and affectionate. "Our little family is complete."
Olivia turns her head to look at him, her eyes shining with love and happiness. "We did great, Elliot," she replies, her voice soft and warm. "We have two beautiful children and a life together that we've built. I couldn't have asked for more."
Elliot grins, feeling a sense of contentment wash over him. He knows that life won't always be easy, but as long as he has Olivia and their children, he knows he can face anything that comes his way. He looks back down at Ava, running a gentle finger over her soft, downy hair. "And our little princess here, she really ties it all together, doesn't she?"
Olivia nods, her eyes filled with pride. "She's perfect," she says, pressing a soft kiss to the top of Ava's head. "She's the missing piece that we didn't even know we needed."
Olivia smiles at her son, her eyes filled with maternal pride. "You've been such a good big brother to Ava," she says, gently caressing his cheek.
Noah grins, clearly pleased with the compliment. He looks at his little sister, his expression softening. "She's tiny, but she's cute," he says. "I'm gonna protect her, I promise."
Elliot and Olivia exchange a look, both touched by Noah's declaration. They know that he takes his role as a big brother seriously, and they feel reassured knowing that he will be there to look out for his little sister.
"We know you will, buddy," Elliot says, ruffling his hair again. "And we're proud of you for being so responsible."
Don, Melinda, Fin, Munch, Alex, Monique, and David approach Elliot, Olivia, and the kids, their faces lit up with happiness. "Congratulations!" they chorus, reaching out to shake Elliot and Olivia's hands.
"Thanks, guys," Elliot says, grinning as he shakes their hands in return. He feels a sense of gratitude towards his friends, knowing that they have been there for him through Thick and thin.
Olivia also smiles as she greets their friends, her eyes shining with happiness. "Thank you all so much for being here with us on our special day."
Don claps Elliot on the back, grinning widely. "I never thought I'd see the day you settle down, Stabler."
"Couldn't be a happier dad." Elliot winks
Elliot sits back in his chair, watching Olivia from across the room. She's laughing and chatting with her friends, her eyes sparkling with happiness. The way the soft lighting illuminates her face makes her look even more beautiful than usual.
He takes a sip of his champagne, a contented smile on his face. "Looks like she's having a great time," he thinks to himself.
As he watches her, Elliot feels a strong sense of pride and love swelling in his chest. He's grateful that Olivia chose him and that they are able to start this new chapter of their lives together.
He gets up from his seat and walks over to her, wrapping his arms around her waist from behind. "Having fun?" he asks, resting his chin on her shoulder.
Elliot grins at the term of endearment. "Hubby," he repeats, chuckling. "I could get used to that."
He kisses her neck lightly, his hand resting on her hip. "I'm having a great time," he says, his voice low. "But I'd be having even more fun if we were alone right now."
At his suggestive tone, Olivia lets out a soft laugh. "Down, boy," she says, feigning disapproval. "There are still people here." But there's a gleam in her eye that tells him she's just as eager to be alone with him as he is with her.
Elliot grins at her playfully. "I can't help it if I find my wife irresistible," he says, his hand idly stroking her hip.
He leans in close to her ear, his breath warm against her skin. "I just can't wait to get you alone. I have a few things I want to do that can't be done in public."
Olivia shivers at the feel of his breath on her ear and the low, seductive tone of his voice. She can feel her body responding to his words, her heart thumping with desire.
Elliot lets out a mock sigh, a playful pout on his face. "But I want you now," he whines, squeezing her hip lightly. He looks around at the remaining guests, still milling about and chatting with each other. "How much longer do we have to stay here?"
She shakes her head, chuckling. She glances at her watch, considering the question. "I think we can make our escape in about half an hour or so."
Elliot groans, looking at her with exaggerated disappointment. "Thirty minutes? That's an eternity. I don't know if I can wait that long."
He slides his hand down to her backside, giving her a quick squeeze. "And you in that dress... It's not fair."
Olivia smirks at his reaction, enjoying the effect she's having on him. She can see the desire burning in his eyes, and it makes her feel desired and powerful. "Thirty minutes," she repeats, a hint of teasing in her voice. "Think of it as a test of your willpower, hubby."
As they entered their hotel suite, Elliot handed Olivia a glass of champagne. As they sipped the champagne, Elliot set down their glasses and pulled Olivia into his arms. He ran his fingers through her hair, his eyes roaming over her beautiful face.
"You look so beautiful tonight," he murmured, his voice low and gravelly. "I can't believe you're mine."
Olivia smiled, her hands resting on Elliot's chest. "I'm yours, now and forever," she said, her eyes locked on his.
She leaned in closer, her body pressed against his. "And you look pretty damn handsome yourself," she added, admiring his tuxedo.
Finishing their drinks, Elliot took Olivia's hand and led her towards the bedroom. As they entered, candles illuminated the room creating a soft, sensual atmosphere. Rose petals were scattered across the bed, and a selection of mysterious objects lay on the pillow—all various shades of black and gray. Olivia's curiosity was piqued as she recognized whips, cuffs, and other toys that hinted at the pleasures and pains to come.
Elliot watched as Olivia's eyes widened at the sight of the items on the bed. A small smile played at the corners of his lips as he watched her process the situation. "Like what you see?" he asked, his voice dripping with a seductive undertone.
"Good," Elliot said with a smirk. "Because we're just getting started."
He took Olivia's hand and led her to the edge of the bed, gently pushing her to sit down on the edge. He stood in front of her, his eyes dark with desire.
Elliot gently caressed her cheek, his finger trailing down her neck and resting on the curve of her breast. "Undress for me, slowly," he instructed. Olivia did as she was told, peeling off her dress to reveal her slender, supple form.
Elliot watched as Olivia undressed, his eyes feasting on her flawless skin and the curve of her body. He felt a stirring in his own body as his gaze roamed over her.
"You're so beautiful," he said, his voice hoarse with desire. "So perfect."
Elliot continued to explore her body with his hands, his lips following close behind. His mouth trailed down her neck, leaving a trail of kisses in his wake. He moved lower, nipping at her collarbone and then her chest.
"Now, my lovely bride, get on the bed and lie on your back." Elliot's voice was firm but gentle. Olivia positioned herself on the bed, her breasts rising and falling with each excited breath. Elliot approached the bed, a black silk blindfold in his hand. "I'm going to cover your eyes, my love. Depriving one sense will heighten the others, and I want you to feel every touch, every sensation intensely." Olivia nodded, eager to experience this new level of sensory deprivation. Elliot gently tied the blindfold around her eyes, the soft fabric blocking out the candlelight.
Olivia was now completely at his mercy, unable to see what was coming next. The darkness heightened her senses, every sound and touch amplified.
He ran his fingers lightly down her arm, savoring the way her body shivered at his touch. "Can you see anything?" he asked, his voice a low rumble.
"No," Olivia whispered, her voice tinged with a hint of apprehension and excitement. Her eyes were covered by the blindfold, leaving her completely dependent on her other senses.
Elliot smiled at her response, his fingers tracing a path down her collarbone and over her breasts. "You're mine now, sweetheart," he said, his voice a low growl.
Olivia gasped softly as his fingers traveled down her body, the feeling of helplessness and anticipation making her heart race.
Elliot leaned in, his breath warm against her ear. "I'm going to play with you now, my love," he said, his voice dripping with desire. "You're going to let me do whatever I want, aren't you?"
Olivia could only nod, her body tense with anticipation. Without her sight, every touch, every sound was intensified, and she felt completely at his mercy.
"That's a good girl," Elliot purred in her ear, his lips brushing against her skin. "Now, stay still and just feel."
"When you say 'red,' everything stops, alright?" He paused for a moment, wanting to make sure she fully understood the importance of their safe word. "And don't be afraid to use it if you feel uncomfortable, or if it becomes too much. I want this to be enjoyable for both of us."
Elliot leaned back, admiring his wife's bound and helpless form. "You're so beautiful like this," he murmured. "Completely at my mercy."
He ran his hand over her stomach, his touch light and teasing. "Are you ready, detective?"
He started with feather-light touches, stroking her skin with a fingertip, dragging a nail gently across her flesh. He traced patterns on her stomach, circling her navel and teasing her sensitive skin. His fingers wandered upwards, cupping her full breasts and thumbing her rock-hard nipples. Olivia moaned, the sensation heightened by her lack of sight. She felt exposed and vulnerable; every touch felt more intense, her skin tingling with anticipation.
But Elliot wasn't done yet. He wanted to explore Olivia's sensitivity further, so he retrieved a soft crop from the bed. Starting with gentle taps, he experimented on her thighs and stomach, gauging her reaction. The sound of the crop snapping against her skin filled the room, and Olivia squirmed as the light pain sent a rush of pleasure between her legs. Elliot increased the force slightly, landing strokes on her inner thighs, dangerously close to her aching pussy.
"Elliot, please." Olivia could feel her juices flowing freely, her arousal heightened by the sharp sensations. She begged Elliot to touch her, to give her some relief from the building tension.
But Elliot was in control, and he wanted to push Olivia further. "Not yet, my love," he whispered. "You will come when I allow it."
Retrieving a length of black silk rope, Elliot bound Olivia's wrists above her head, securing them to the bedposts. Her heart raced as she felt the restraints tighten, her body now completely at his mercy. Blindfolded and bound, she surrendered to the moment, letting go of all control.
Elliot continued his exploration, kissing and nipping at her neck, sucking gently on the soft flesh of her inner thigh. His fingers trailed lightly over her pussy, circling her clit but denying her the direct touch she craved. Instead, he reached for a vibrating wand, turning it on and holding it just close enough for Olivia to feel the buzzes against her sensitive nub. She bucked her hips, trying to get more contact, but Elliot held the toy just out of reach, torturing her with the vibrations without giving her the release she desperately sought.
"I'm going to stretch you out and fill you up until you're screaming my name." Olivia's pussy clenched at the thought, knowing how much she loved being dominated by Elliot's cock.
He positioned the dildo at her entrance and slowly pushed it inside, filling her inch by inch. Olivia groaned, feeling the smooth texture stretch her tight hole. "That's it, take it all," Elliot encouraged. "Feel how wide I'm making you." The dildo disappeared inside her, stretching her to capacity.
Olivia is about to cum, and Elliot knows he pulls out the toy.
"Elliot, what the fuck!" She yells, sexually frustrated.
Elliot chuckled and leaned back, feigning innocence. "What's the matter, my love?" he asked, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "I thought you were enjoying yourself."
Olivia huffed, her frustration getting the best of her. She let out a low growl and glared at him. "I was enjoying myself until you stopped!" she snapped. "What's the point of starting something and not finishing it?"
Elliot's smirk grew wider, a glint of excitement in his eyes. "Oh, you want to be punished, do you?" he asked, his voice a low growl. "You want me to put you in your place, sweetheart because brats don't get to cum."
Olivia huffed, her face twisted into a pouty expression. She knew she was being a brat, but she couldn't help it. The feeling of helplessness and the fact that she was completely at his mercy was driving her crazy.
"I don't care. Just make me cum and be useful for once," she said,
Elliot's patience was running thin. "You really are a disobedient little thing," he said, his voice a low purr. "But don't worry, I know just how to handle disobedient brats like you."
Olivia could feel a sense of trepidation mixed with excitement as Elliot spoke. She knew that she was crossing a line, but she couldn't seem to stop herself. "And how exactly do you plan on handling me?" she asked, her voice a mixture of sass and vulnerability.
Elliot's smirk widened, his eyes glinting with a dangerous glint. "Oh, my love," he said in a low growl. "You're about to find out." "For starters, I'm going to show you the consequences of being a disobedient little brat."
Elliot leaned in close, his breath hot against her ear. "You've been a disobedient brat, Liv, and disobedient girls need to be taught a lesson." He began to trail his fingers down her body, slowly and deliberately, tracing a path over her skin. The touch was light, teasing, and it made her shiver.
Elliot could feel her growing more and more desperate, her body betraying her as she strained against the bonds. "You're so beautiful when you're helpless like this," he whispered in her ear. "Completely at my mercy, completely mine."
He continued to caress her body, enjoying the way her skin quivered beneath his touch. "You can try to resist all you like, but I'm not going to stop until I'm satisfied," he said, his voice a low growl.
Olivia could feel her frustration growing with each passing moment. She was completely at his mercy, bound and helpless, and yet he was still toying with her.
"Please," she whispered, her voice laced with desperation. "Please, I can't take much more of this."
He leaned back, enjoying the sight of her helplessness and frustration. Her body was tense and restless, her wrists straining against the bonds that held her. "You look so beautiful when you're like this," he said, his voice low and gruff. "So desperate for release, and yet completely at my mercy. Your ass is going to be seven shades of red after being a bratty Liv. You will refer to me as sir," Elliot says, flipping Olivia over so she's restrained but on all fours.
Now count, brat, Elliot says as he slaps her ass hard with the paddle.
"One" Despite the burning sensation of the paddling, Olivia couldn't help but find it thrilling. The pain was a strange mix of pleasure and sting, and she felt her body responding to it in a way she couldn't control.
Another slap went across Olivia's ass, and she let out a whimper. "Mmm, I can see your wetness running down your thighs; you're enjoying this slut aren't you," Elliot says, smirking, now putting down the toy to use his hand.
He brought his hand down on her ass again, this time with a sharp crack that made her jump. "Oh, you like that, don't you? You like being reminded that I own this pretty little ass." Another slap, and he could see her bite her lip, a mix of pain and pleasure evident on her face. "Answer me, slut. Tell me how much you love being my good little brat."
Olivia whimpered, her voice hoarse with desire. "Y-yes, Sir. I love it. I'm your slut, your good little brat. Punish me, please." She rocked her hips back, offering herself to him, knowing full well the effect it would have on him.
Elliot's cock twitched at the sight. This feisty woman was all his, and he loved marking her, owning her in the most primitive way. But he wanted to draw this out, to make her plead for it. So, instead of giving in to his urges, he teased, running his fingers lightly over the red marks he'd left. "Such a beautiful sight. My handprints on your ass. It suits you and makes your skin look even more delicious."
Needing to feel her submission, he grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head back, exposing her neck. He planted open-mouthed kisses along her sensitive skin, nibbling and sucking gently. "You're mine, Olivia. Never forget that. This body, this gorgeous ass, belongs to me. I can do whatever I want with it."
She moaned, her breath coming in sharp gasps. "Y-yes, Sir. It's all yours." Her hips circled, rubbing her throbbing clit against her thigh, seeking some relief from the building tension.
Elliot leaned in, his body hovering over hers. "You've been a very good girl," he whispered, his voice low and sultry. "And good girls get rewarded."
Looking deep into her brown eyes, he growled, "You thought I was done with you, brat?" Olivia bit her lip, a spark of anticipation flashing in her eyes. She loved it when Elliot took control like this.
Without waiting for an answer, Elliot kissed her deeply, his tongue invading her mouth possessively. His kiss was hungry and demanding, and Olivia responded eagerly, moaning into his mouth as their tongues danced together. Elliot's hand trailed down her body, cupping her breast and squeezing it firmly. He thumbed her erect nipple, rolling and tugging it gently, making Olivia squirm and gasp into his mouth.
Breaking the kiss, he trailed hot, open-mouthed kisses down her jaw and neck, nibbling and sucking on the sensitive skin. Olivia arched her back, offering herself to him, her breasts heaving as she panted. Elliot continued his path downward, his tongue swiping across her collarbone before pausing at the valley between her breasts. He blew gently, making her shiver, then traced the outline of her breasts with the tip of his tongue, teasingly avoiding her straining nipples.
Olivia whimpered, her hands clutching at his shoulders. "Please, Elliot... suck them," she pleaded. Elliot chuckled darkly, the sound sending a shiver down her spine. "Impatient little slut, aren't we?" He captured a nipple between his lips, tugging and sucking harshly, scraping his teeth over the sensitive peak. Olivia cried out, her back arching off the bed, her fingers tangling in his hair.
Meanwhile, Elliot's hand had wandered down her body, slipping between her thighs. He rubbed her pussy gently through her soaked panties, making her tremble and buck her hips involuntarily. "Mmm, someone's enjoying this," he murmured against her breast, his breath hot on her damp skin. He slipped his fingers inside her panties, his middle finger sliding easily into her wetness.
Olivia gasped as Elliot's finger entered her, her walls clenching around him. He pumped his finger slowly in and out, scissoring it with his thumb to stretch her open. Her hips rocked in time with his movements, her eyes fluttering closed as she focused on the pleasure coursing through her. "Look at me, Olivia," Elliot ordered, his voice firm but gentle. Her eyes snapped open, fixing on his piercing blue gaze as he added a second finger, stretching her further.
"That's it, baby, take it all for me," he coaxed, curling his fingers slightly to brush that magical spot inside her. Olivia moaned, her breath quickening as he stroked her G-spot. "Oh, Elliot... right there... please don't stop," she begged, her hips circling wantonly. Elliot obeyed, quickening his pace as he finger-fucked her, watching her face carefully for signs of her impending orgasm.
As Olivia climbed higher, her breath coming in short gasps, Elliot leaned down and sucked her other nipple into his mouth, tugging and biting gently. That sent her over the edge. "Elliot! Oh, fuck!" she cried, her back bowing as her orgasm ripped through her. Her juices coated his hand, her walls milking his fingers as he rode out her climax, continuing to thrust his fingers gently.
Finally, as her trembling subsided, Elliot withdrew his fingers, a satisfied smirk on his face. He brought them to his mouth and sucked her essence from them, his eyes never leaving hers. "Delicious we are going to do a lot more of that," he purred, reaching for her again, eager to taste her directly this time.
Olivia whimpered, her sensitive clit throbbing as Elliot's fingers returned to their task of pleasuring her. He rubbed slow, torturous circles around her bud, taking his time to make her squirm and beg. "Please, I need more," she whispered, her cheeks flushed with desire. Obedient to her unspoken request, Elliot lowered his mouth to her pussy, his tongue snaking out to lap at her juices.
Slowly, he swiped his tongue up her slit, tasting her sweetness before focusing his attention on her clit. He sucked the pearl into his mouth, flicking his tongue over it relentlessly. Olivia writhed beneath him, crying out as pleasure shot through her. "Fuck, Detective." Olivia whimpers
Determined to drive her wild, Elliot inserted two fingers into her pussy, pumping them in and out as he continued to suck and lick her clit. Olivia was losing her mind, bucking her hips wildly as her body spiraled toward another climax. "Yes, yes, yes!" she chanted, her eyes squeezed shut as her orgasm broke over her like a wave. "Elliot! Oh my god, El—" Her words dissolved into a scream of pleasure as her release crashed into her, her juices gushing out to coat his face.
He gently probed her folds, spreading her juices before slipping a finger back inside, feeling the tight grip of her pussy. Olivia moaned, her head falling back as pleasure shot through her.
Using his thumb, he rubbed slow circles on her clit as he added another finger, stretching her, filling her. Olivia rocked her hips, fucking herself on his hand, driven wild by the sensations coursing through her body. Elliot watched her abandon, his blue eyes darkening with desire. He wanted to taste her, to feel her cum on his tongue.
"You needed to be reminded just how good it can be when you're a good girl," he murmured,
Pulling his fingers from her dripping pussy, he guided them to her mouth, and without hesitation, she sucked them clean, tasting her own essence. "Mmm, you like that, don't you, baby?" he murmured, his voice hoarse with need. Olivia nodded, her eyes sparkling with lust.
In one swift motion, he hooked her legs over his shoulders, spreading her wide open before him. The sight of her glistening pink pussy made his mouth water. Without wasting another moment, he lowered his head and began to feast.
His tongue flicked against her clit, swirling and sucking, sending shockwaves of pleasure through Olivia's body. She cried out, her hands grasping the sheets as he ate her hungrily, lapping at her juices. Her hips bucked, rising to meet his mouth, pleading for more. Elliot obliged, his tongue delving deep into her folds, fucking her with it.
He explored every inch of her, tasting her sweetness, reveling in her musk. His beard tickled her sensitive flesh, heightening her senses as he continued to lick and nibble. Her moans filled the room, music to his ears, spurring him on. Elliot suckled her swollen clit, tormenting it with just the right amount of pressure, driving her wild.
Olivia squirmed, desperately seeking friction, her thighs squeezing his shoulders. "Oh god, Elliot... please..." she panted, her body on fire, yearning for release. Elliot merely hummed in response, his breath hot against her sensitive bundle of nerves. He wanted to take her to the edge and push her over, make her cry out in ecstasy.
With deft skill, he varied the pressure and tempo of his tongue, building her up only to back off, drawing out her pleasure. Olivia writhed, desperate for climax. "Please... I need to cum," she begged, her voice cracking. Elliot chuckled against her, the vibrations sending spasms through her body.
Then, he went back to work, lashing her clit relentlessly, determined to make her shatter. Olivia screamed, her body convulsing as an intense orgasm ripped through her. Her juices flowed, drenching his face, but he didn't stop, intent on pushing her further. "El...li... ot!" she wailed, her body bucking uncontrollably as a second, more powerful orgasm overwhelmed her.
Sobbing with pleasure, she clutched his head, unable to take any more. Only then did Elliot relent, raising his head to gaze at his handiwork.
Elliot relished the taste of her, continuing to lick and suck gently as her tremors eased. His cock was throbbing, demanding relief, but he wanted to give Olivia one more earth-shattering release first. He withdrew his fingers and tongue, earning a whine of protest from his sexy wife. "Shh, baby, I'm not done yet," he soothed, kissing her tenderly. "Just roll over and get on all fours for me."
Intrigued, Olivia did as she was told, her curiosity piqued. She felt Elliot move behind her, his hands roaming over her ass cheeks, giving them a gentle squeeze. Then, he surprised her by spreading her cheeks apart and planting a soft kiss on her tight hole. Olivia gasped, a bolt of pleasure shooting through her at the intimate touch.
"Such a beautiful site," Elliot murmured.
"What do you want, Olivia?" he whispered in her ear, his hot breath making her shiver. "Do you want me to eat your pussy from behind?" Without waiting for an answer, he latched his mouth onto her swollen clit once again. sucking it gently as his fingers found her wet entrance once more. "So delicious I love eating your pussy and making you cum repeadly."
Olivia cried out, her body shaking as Elliot's tongue worked its magic. "Yes! Oh, yes, fuck yes! I'm going to cum again!" She pushed back against his face, her hips moving frantically as she sought more stimulation. Elliot complied, adding a third finger to stretch her, curling them to hit that sweet spot deep inside. With his free hand, he reached around to play with her nipples, pinching and twisting them gently.
"That's it, take all my fingers, you nasty slut," he growled, pushing his fingers to stretch her wider. "Come for me, baby, come all over my fingers." His commands pushed Olivia over the edge, and she screamed as her third orgasm of the night washed over her. Her body shook uncontrollably, her walls clenching and releasing his fingers as her juices flowed freely.
Elliot savored her essence, licking and sucking her clit gently as her tremors subsided. Finally, he withdrew his fingers and stood, lining his hard cock up with her dripping entrance. Olivia, still sensitive from her orgasms, whimpered as the head pushed past her lips, stretching her deliciously. Elliot gripped her hips and thrust forward, burying himself inside her in one smooth stroke.
They both moaned loudly, the sound filling the bedroom as Elliot began to move, withdrawing almost entirely before slamming back into her. Olivia braced herself on her arms, her head down as she took his fierce pace, loving the feeling of being so full. Elliot's hands came down hard on her ass cheeks, his fingers gripping and massaging the flesh as he pounded into her.
"You feel so fucking good, baby," he grunted, sweat breaking out on his brow as he slammed into her over and over. He took his right hand and threw her hair into his hand, pulling her back towards him. "Tell me, do you like my dick inside your tight pussy?" Olivia cried out as he bottomed out, his cock hitting her depths. "Yes! Oh god, yes, I love it!" She pressed back against him, meeting his thrusts with her own, desperate for more.
Their skin slapped together loudly, the sound echoing in the room along with their cries of passion. Elliot felt his control starting to slip, his balls tightening as he neared the point of no return. He reached between their bodies, his thumb finding her swollen clit and rubbing circles around it as he pistoned in and out of her. That sent Olivia careening over the edge once more.
Olivia screamed out, her pussy stretching to accommodate his girth. Elliot gripped her hips tightly, holding her in place as he began to move, sliding in and out of her with long, deliberate strokes.
"Oh, fuck!" she cried, her body on fire with pleasure. "It feels so good!"
Olivia's breasts bounced with each thrust, her nipples rubbing against the sheets, adding to the overload of sensations. Elliot's hands roamed her body, squeezing her ass cheeks and pulling them apart to allow him deeper access.
Slapping her ass playfully, he grunted with each powerful thrust. "That's it, take it all, you dirty little bitch."
Olivia couldn't form a coherent sentence, the pleasure was too much. She felt her orgasm building, a coiling tension in her core. "Oh, please... please don't stop... I'm gonna cum..."
"Not yet," Elliot ordered, slowing his pace. "I want you to hold it. Beg me to let you cum."
Olivia's eyes flew open, pleading. "Please, Sir... Please let me cum. I need to... It feels too good..."
Smiling, Elliot grabbed her hair, pulling her head back to expose her neck. He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. "You can cum, my good girl. Let it wash over you."
His words were all it took to send Olivia spiraling over the edge. She cried out, her back arching off the bed as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through her. Her pussy clenched rhythmically around Elliot's dick, as her juices flowed freely.
Pulling out abruptly, Elliot guided her onto her knees. "Suck it," he commanded, offering his glistening cock to her swollen lips.
Hungry for the taste of them both, Olivia opened her mouth wide, taking him deep into her warm, wet cavern. She moaned softly around his shaft, swirling her tongue and bobbing her head as she tasted her essence mixed with his pre-cum.
Watching his shaft disappear between her lips drove Elliot wild. He tangled his fingers in her hair, setting a frantic pace as he thrust in and out of her mouth.
"Fuck, yes... Take it all," he grunted, his hips bucking forward.
Olivia gagged as he hit the back of her throat, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes. But she persevered, relaxing her throat and sucking harder, eager to please him.
With a fierce growl, Elliot tensed, his body rigid as he shot his hot load down her throat. Olivia swallowed eagerly, milking him with her mouth until he was spent.
As they both finish, Elliot collapses onto the bed beside Olivia, panting and satisfied. He wraps an arm around her, pulling her close.
Their voices were soft and affectionate as they spoke to each other. "You're my sweetheart," he murmured, his lips brushing against her ear.
"And you're mine," she whispered, nuzzling her face into his neck.
They spent the rest of the night wrapped up in each other, their bodies intertwined and their voices soft and affectionate. They whispered sweet nothings to each other, their words a mixture of declarations of love and promises of possession.
As Olivia woke up the next morning, she felt a familiar sensation pooling in her lower abdomen. She could feel a pull of desire, a need for release and satisfaction.
She looked over at Elliot, who was still sleeping peacefully beside her. She ran her eyes over his body, admiring his muscular chest and strong arms.
She bit her lip, the familiar feeling of desire growing stronger. She wanted him and ached for him, but he was asleep. She considered waking him up, but then an idea struck her.
Olivia crept out of bed, careful not to wake Elliot up. She made her way to the kitchen and begin rummaging through the fridge, her heart racing with anticipation. She found what she was looking for - a basket of fresh strawberries and a can of whip cream. That they packed for this.
She carried the basket of strawberries and the can of whipped cream back to the bedroom. Elliot was still asleep, his breathing deep and steady.
She removed her nightgown, leaving her naked and exposed. She crawled back into bed, positioning herself beside Elliot. She dipped her finger in the can of whipped cream and began to gently massage his chest with the cool, creamy liquid.
As she touched his skin, Elliot stirred, his eyes fluttering open as he awoke. He looked up at Olivia, a smile playing on his lips. "Good morning, my love," he said, his voice low and gravelly with sleep.
"Good morning," she murmured, a sly smile on her lips. "I have a surprise for you." She reached for the basket of berries, selecting a juicy strawberry and holding it up to his lips.
Elliot chuckled, amused by her behavior. He parted his lips, allowing her to feed him the strawberry. "Mmm, sweet," he said, savoring the taste.
Olivia smiled, her fingers trembling with excitement as she blindfolded Elliot. "Today, I'm in charge," she whispered in his ear.
Elliot chuckled, his body tense with anticipation. "You're feeling dominant this morning, are you?" he said, his voice filled with amusement.
Olivia leaned in, her breath hot against his ear. "You're going to do as I say," she whispered, her voice filled with authority. "And you're going to like it."
Elliot chuckled again, his body shifting as he gave in to her control. "Yes, ma'am," he said, his voice playful yet obedient.
Olivia smiled, satisfied with his response. "Good boy," she whispered, her fingers trailing down his chest. "Now, no talking unless I give you permission. Understood?"
Elliot nodded, his lips pressed together to prevent himself from speaking. He was enjoying this power dynamic, the way she was taking control and dominating him.
Olivia smirked, enjoying the way he was submitting to her commands. "You're being so good to me," she said, her fingers trailing over his lips. "But I have one more rule. You're not allowed to touch me unless I say so."
Elliot's body tensed as he heard her command. He was so used to being the dominant one, the one in control, and now he was being forced to relinquish that power to her. It was a thrilling and yet frustrating feeling, his body aching to touch her, but knowing he wasn't allowed.
"You want to touch me, don't you?" she whispered, her voice sultry and seductive. "You're dying to put your hands on my body, but you can't."
Elliot let out a low moan, his body straining against the blindfold as he tried to suppress his desire. "Yes," he whispered, his voice filled with need. "I want to touch you so badly."
Olivia tied the blindfold tightly around Elliot's eyes, cutting off his vision completely. She grabbed the can of whipped cream and began to drizzle it onto his chest and stomach, creating a pattern of white and creamy tendrils.
She then began to massage the whipped cream into his skin, her fingers gliding over his chest and abdomen. She could feel his muscles tense under her touch, his body reacting to her touch even though he couldn't see her.
Olivia leaned down, her tongue darting out to lick up the whip cream that she had spread across his skin. She savored the sweetness of the cream, her tongue tracing a path over his chest and stomach.
Elliot let out a low groan as he felt her tongue on his skin. He was completely blindfolded, unable to see her or what she was doing, making the sensations all the more intense.
Olivia continued to lick up the whipped cream, her tongue leaving a trail of hot, wet kisses across his skin. She could feel his breath coming faster, his body trembling with pleasure and desire.
She moved lower, her tongue tracing a path down his abdomen and towards his hips. She could feel his body tensing, straining against the binds as she teased him with her touch.
She knew he was completely helpless to her touch, unable to see her or know what she was going to do next. It made her feel powerful and in control, knowing that she could make him feel this way.
Olivia picked up a succulent strawberry and brought it to his lips. "Take a bite," she whispered, her voice low and seductive.
Elliot's lips parted, and he took a bite of the strawberry, his tongue flicking out to taste the sweetness. "Mmm," he murmured, his voice low and satisfied as the flavor spread across his tongue.
Olivia watched as he ate the strawberry, her eyes fixated on his lips and tongue. She was entranced by the sight, the way his mouth moved as he tasted the fruit.
She picked up another strawberry, bringing it to his lips again. "Another one," she whispered, her voice low and commanding.
Elliot obeyed, his lips parting once more as he took the strawberry into his mouth. He chewed slowly, savoring the taste and the feel of the fruit against his tongue.
Olivia was growing more and more aroused, the sight of him following her commands and submitting to her desires, turning her on in ways she hadn't expected. She wanted to touch him so badly, to feel his skin against her own, but she held back, enjoying the power she had over him.
Olivia leaned in, her lips meeting his in a passionate kiss. She could feel his breath hitch as their mouths connected, her tongue delving into his mouth to taste him. Their lips moved together, needy and desperate, their bodies straining to get closer to each other.
Olivia pulled back from the kiss, her breath coming in short gasps. She looked down at him, her eyes roaming over his bound body. "You're being so good to me," she whispered, her voice shaky with desire.
She ran her fingers over his face, tracing the curve of his jaw and the line of his throat. She could feel his pulse leaping beneath her fingers, his body thrumming with need for her.
She could hear him moaning softly, his breath coming in shallow gasps as he fought against the ropes that bound him. He was completely at her mercy, able to only receive her touch and react to her commands.
Olivia squeezed the strawberry juice and dripped a few drops onto his neck. He shuddered as the cold juice hit his skin, his pulse point jumping under her touch. She leaned in and began to lick and suck on his neck, savoring the taste of the strawberry juice mixed with his skin.
Elliot let out a low moan, his body arching up into her touch. He was completely at her mercy, unable to see her or touch her, only able to feel her mouth and hands on his body. Her tongue trailed across his skin, licking and nibbling at his neck and collarbone.
She continued to lavish attention on his neck and shoulders, her hands roaming over his chest and abs. She could taste the sweetness of the strawberry juice mixed with the salty tang of his skin, and it only heightened her desire for him.
Her mouth trailed down his chest and stomach, her tongue tracing a path over the planes of his muscles. She could feel his body tensing beneath her, his breath coming in short gasps as she teased and tasted him.
She moved lower, her mouth nibbling and sucking at the skin of his abdomen. She could feel his muscles contracting beneath her touch, his body responding to her attention. She was driving him wild with desire, and she loved it.
She hovered over him, her breasts inches from his face, and grabbed his throbbing cock with one hand. With a firm grip, she stroked him slowly, using her spit to slick his shaft. Her thumb rubbed across the sensitive head, collecting the bead of pre-cum that had formed and spreading it along his length.
"God, you're so hard," she whispered, her hot breath fanning across his sensitive skin. "And so damn big."
Elliot moaned, his eyes fluttering closed as he savored the sensation. Usually, he was the one pleasing his partners, but there was something about being at Olivia's mercy that sent shocks of pleasure through his body.
She leaned down, her tongue snaking out to lick a slow, wet stripe up his shaft, her hand still stroking him firmly. Her lips parted, taking the head of his cock into her warm mouth, sucking gently as she swirled her tongue around the tip. She hummed as she bobbed her head, taking more of him into her mouth with each pass, her hand moving in time with her sucking.
Elliot's hands gripped the bedsheets, his body tense as he struggled for control. "Oh fuck, Olivia... that feels so good." His voice was hoarse with desire, his hips bucking gently, eager for more.
She looked up at him, her eyes smoldering, and took him deep into her throat, swallowing around him, her hand reaching down to cup his heavy balls. She sucked and swirled her tongue, bobbing her head faster now, the wet sounds of her mouth on his cock filling the room.
"I didn't say you could speak detective, but now you will be punished. You refer to me as detective or mistress," Says Olivia as Olivia's hand connected with his cheek, the impact leaving a stinging sensation. She could feel the power coursing through her, the satisfaction of being in control of him. His body was responding to her commands, his moans and groans only fueling her desire.
Elliot's head snapped to the side as Olivia slapped him. The sudden impact stung, the pain only adding to his arousal. He let out a low moan, his breath coming in short gasps as he tried to control his body's response.
She gently traced a finger over the reddening mark on his cheek, her touch light and feathery. She could feel him shudder beneath her touch, his body responding to her even the smallest gesture. Olivia's mouth curled into a smile as he obeyed her command. "Good boy," she whispered, her voice low and sultry.
"Now I want you to eat me," Olivia says in a seductive tone. "I'm going to ride you hard, Elliot. I want to feel your mouth on me, your tongue deep inside. You're all mine now."
"Yyes, detective." Elliot whimpers
Olivia slowly lowered herself onto his mouth, her wet pussy making contact with his eager tongue. She was dripping with anticipation, excited to use his mouth for her pleasure. Grinding her hips in slow circles, she relished the feeling of his warm breath and moist tongue on her most sensitive area.
As Elliot lapped at her feverishly, his beard tickling her delicate skin, Olivia let out a soft moan. She squeezed her breasts, pinching her nipples as she rode his face slowly and sensually. Taking control, she quickened the pace, bouncing on his mouth as his tongue flicked and probed, sending shocks of pleasure through her body.
Her juices flowed freely, coating his face as she fucked his mouth relentlessly. Elliot loved the taste of her, the musky scent driving him wild. He craved more, wanting to devour her entirely. His hands strained against the restraints, desperate to touch her, to pull her closer as he ate her out passionately.
Olivia gazed down at him, a mix of lust and power flashing in her brown eyes. Her body glistened with a sheen of sweat as she kept up the frantic pace, each thrust bringing her closer and closer to the edge. Her breathing quickened, her moans filling the room as an intense orgasm built within her.
She moaned as his tongue first made contact, flicking gently over her clit, tasting her juices. Grinding her hips slowly, she began to ride his face, his mouth and tongue now trapped against her. Her juices flowed freely as she picked up the pace, her wetness coating his chin and cheeks.
He lapped at her greedily, savoring her taste, his tongue exploring every fold and crease of her pussy. As he ate her hungrily, she bounced faster, each bounce pressing her harder against his mouth. Her juices ran down his face, and he moaned in appreciation, the vibrations sending shivers through her body.
Reaching down, she grabbed a fistful of his hair, holding his head in place as she fucked his face. "That's it, baby, eat my pussy," she groaned. "Make me cum all over your pretty face."
His cock throbbed as he feasted, wanting to tear off the blindfold and watch her take pleasure from his mouth. But the restriction only added to his arousal, the sounds and tastes intensifying his desire. He could smell her arousal, feel her heat, and taste her need.
She writhed above him, grinding harder, her clit rubbing against his nose as he continued to lick and suck. Her breath came in sharp gasps now, her body tensing as her orgasm built. "Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum, baby, eat me, eat me good," she cried out.
As her climax hit, she screamed, her body shaking uncontrollably as wave after wave of pleasure surged through her. Her juices gushed over his mouth and face, and he drank eagerly, loving the taste of her release.
Gradually, she slowed, riding his face gently as her orgasm subsided. Standing up, she released his hair, running her hands through her own, catching her breath. She looked down at him, his face glistening with her cum, and smiled. "Now it's my turn to pleasure you," she purred.
Grabbing the end of the blindfold, she slowly lifted it, revealing his intense blue eyes. Without saying a word, she lowered herself onto his rock-hard cock, taking him deep inside her.
Olivia let out a satisfied sigh as he continued to comply with her demands. "Such a good boy," she growled, her voice thick with desire. "You're so good at pleasing me." Her hands continued to roam over his body, her touch growing more frantic as her pleasure built.
Elliot's breath caught in his throat as he tried to hold back a whimper. It escaped his lips, a soft, pleading sound that made Olivia's heart race. He was struggling to keep himself under control, his body racked with need and desire.
Olivia smiled, her eyes glinting with satisfaction at the sound of his whimper. She loved having this power over him, the ability to reduce him to a quivering mess with just a few words and a touch. She ran her fingers over his stomach, her touch soft and feathery.
Positioning herself in front of him. Slowly, teasingly, she stroked his length, enjoying the way his eyes rolled back in pleasure. "You like that, don't you?" she asked, a playful grin on her face.
"Please, Mistress, let me cum," Elliot begged, his voice raw and desperate.
"Not yet," she said, denying him. "I want you to suffer a little longer."
Her hand moved faster now, her fingers slick with his pre-cum. She leaned forward, her full breasts rubbing against his chest as she continued to stroke him. "Such a good boy," she murmured. "But can you hold on a bit longer for your Mistress?"
Elliot whimpered, his body begging for release, but he nodded, willing to endure anything for Olivia.
With a wicked laugh, Olivia stopped her movements, causing Elliot to whine in frustration. "Don't worry, detective, I have something special planned for your release," she assured him. Olivia takes off his restraints. "You're free to touch me and do whatever, but still remember I am the one in control, detective." Olivia smirks.
Elliot groaned as he felt her warm mouth open slightly, inviting his tongue to dance with hers. He tasted the sweetness of her breath and felt her soft breasts press against his chest. His hands roamed down her back, cupping her firm ass and pulling her closer, eager to feel more of her body against his.
"Let's get you inside me." She purred, reaching down to guide him to her entrance.
Elliot needed no further invitation and gripped her hips, lifting her slightly as he thrust upward, impaling her on his throbbing length. Olivia cried out, her head falling back as he filled her completely.
For a moment, they stayed still, savoring the sensation, before Olivia began to move, riding him with slow, deliberate grace. Her pussy clenched around him, milking his cock, and he knew he wouldn't last long with her riding him like that.
"Fuck, Olivia, you feel so good." He growled, his voice rough with desire. "Ride my cock, baby. Ride me hard."
She smiled, a wicked gleam in her eye, and began to bounce on his lap, her full breasts jiggling with each movement. Her pussy squeezed him, massaging his cock, and Elliot thrust up to meet her, driving deeper into her tight heat.
Olivia let out a loud moan, throwing her head back as she rode him harder. Her juices were flowing freely, coating his shaft and making lewd squelching sounds as she impaled herself on his cock over and over. Elliot's hands gripped her hips, helping guide her motions as she slid up and down his length.
"You feel so fucking good, Liv," he growled.
"Your pussy was made for my cock."
Hearing those words sent Olivia into a frenzied state. She bounced faster and harder, her breasts bouncing wildly and her hair flying around her face. Elliot met her thrust for thrust, his hips rising to meet hers as they built toward a mutual climax.
The room filled with the lewd sounds of their sex, their breathing heavy and quickening as their passion escalated. Olivia threw her head back, her brunette locks cascading over her shoulders as she moaned loudly, losing herself in the sensations.
"That's it, baby, cum for me." Elliot urged, his voice thick with need.
"Let me feel that tight pussy clench around my dick."
"Fuck, Olivia!" He grunted, his eyes squeezing
Leaning forward, her breasts brushed against his chest as she whispered in his ear, "Do you like this, Elliot? Do you like it when I ride your big dick?"
"So much, baby... Fill that tight pussy with my cock... Ride me hard..." Elliot urged, his hands gripping her hips, helping guide her.
Olivia rose and fell faster now, her head thrown back in pleasure as her breasts bounced with each movement. "I love your cock inside me... Filling me up..."
"Fuck... So tight..." He breathed, gritting his teeth as he inched further into forbidden territory.
Elliot began to thrust slowly at first, but soon picked up speed as he pounded into her. Olivia cried out, her fingers working furiously over her clit, sending sparks of pleasure throughout her body. Elliot pushes away her fings instead of rubbing her clit in circles with pleasure for her.
"That's it, baby... Cum for me... Wanna feel that tight pussy gripping dick" he grunted, his hips slapping against her ass.
Olivia screamed as another powerful orgasm washed over her, her body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through her. Elliot felt her pussy clench and release around him, and it was all he could take.
"Fuck... Cumming... Oh God, Olivia..." With a few more hard thrusts, he spilled himself deep inside her, his eyes rolling back in his head as he rode out his own intense orgasm.
Collapsing onto the bed, they lay entwined, sated for now but already anticipating the next time they could satisfy their insatiable desires.
Olivia and Elliot collapsed onto the bed, their bodies intertwined and spent. They lay there for a moment, catching their breath and enjoying the feeling of being in each other's arms. Olivia's head rested on Elliot's chest, her hair fanned out over his skin.
Elliot looked at Olivia, his eyes filled with adoration and love. He pushed a piece of hair out of her face, his fingers gently tracing her jawline as he spoke. "I love you," he said softly, his voice thick with emotion. "I love you, Olivia Benson Stabler."
Olivia's heart swelled with emotion at his words. Hearing him say he loved her never got old; it never failed to make her feel warm and fuzzy inside. She snuggled closer to him, her head resting on his chest as she looked up at him with a smile. "I love you, Elliot Stabler," she whispered, her fingers tracing small circles on the skin of his chest.