"Colour, pretty girl?"
"Green" Alex sighed.
Alex felt exposed. Half naked, ass in the air, her damp panties sticking excruciatingly against her skin.
Olivia would take her time with this, she knew exactly how Alex liked it. The prim and proper councillor was anything but in the bedroom and Olivia stoked that fire with her twisted thoughts and vivid imagination. The blonde shuddered remembering all the precarious positions she'd found herself in since this with Olivia had started.
The ADA was forced from her thoughts when another powerful strike pulled a desperate shriek from her lips. Her knuckles were white with her grip on the sheets. Her hips flew forward in retreat from the detective.
"Nuh uh, We're not done here councillor." Olivia said, her strong grip pulling Alex's hips back up. Alex groaned, pushing her face further into the duvet.
The last blows were delivered in quick succession. Her ass now a divine picture of pain. A thick lattice of pink and white. She could hear the grunts from Olivia as each whip took maximum effort.
Olivia could smell the blonde's arousal from where she stood. The scent was intoxicating and she knew she couldn't resist for much longer.
Her thumbs traced the crease of her panties, feeling just how soaked the ADA was. It was her turn to groan. She tucked her fingers into the lace and tugged, ripping the fabric from the blonde's body.
"Liv! Those were expensive!" The blonde cried, receiving a harsh pinch to her reddened skin in response.
"They were in my way."
Alex whimpered again, tears beginning to form in her eyes.
Olivia's thumbs traced her warmed skin again. Moving toward the blonde's centre and dipping into the molten heat she found there. She ran her fingers along the blonde's heat, spreading her wetness from her entrance to her stiffening bud, peaking out, begging for friction.
"Uh, please" Alex whimpered. Olivia pulled her hands back, letting the blonde huff in disappointment. She wrapped her lips around her fingers, indulging, moaning as that tantalising taste filled her senses. Her resolve was breaking. She needed to drink from the source.
Leaning in, she spread her lover, biting her lip at the sight before her, the councillor was dripping, it was agonising holding back the urge to just take her there and then. She dipped her head and without notice pierced the ADA with her tongue.
"Oh god!" The blonde screamed at the intrusion. She began pushing back against the detective. "Please don't stop." She begged.
Olivia began lapping at the blonde's centre with renewed vigour. Taking every drop that she could. Her fingers bruising, pulling the blonde into her forcefully. She could hear the mewls and whimpers escalating, becoming faster and more desperate. She was reaching a crescendo, orchestrated by the powerful tongue of the detective.
With great reluctance, the detective pulled back.
"No!" The blonde sobbed. She fell forward on the bed, wriggling and writhing, desperately humping the duvet but finding no release. The tears of frustration wetting her cheeks and the bed sheets in turn.
And Olivia was gone. The blonde could hear rustling behind her but knew better than to look. She used the time to regain her composure, breathing deeply, slowing her heart rate. Cabot, you're better than this. She thought to herself. She raised herself back onto her hands and knees. Ready for whatever the detective had in store next.
A few minutes passed, she couldn't hear anything anymore, just silence. The anticipation was growing. She could feel the sweat cooling on her back. Just what is that detective up to?
She gasped when her sight was taken away, feeling fabric tighten over her eyes, knotted behind her head. Oh.
Next was her hands, her face making contact with the bed again as her support was pulled from beneath her and handcuffed behind her back. The metal a cool contrast against her burning skin.
The bed dipped behind her and she felt Olivia's breasts against her back, her nipples dragging painfully slow against her skin as Olivia stretched over her body.
"Are they too tight?" she whispered in the councillors ear a hint of care lacing her breathe. Alex shuddered at the warm breathe against her.
"No, thank you." she confirmed with a slight tug.
"Colour?"
"Green." She said as calmly as possible.
Olivia shifted back onto her heels, taking in her handy work. Alex was delectable. Her red bottom swaying in the air, her hands clasped behind her back, he face off to the side in an attempt for her shoulder to take her weight.
Olivia's fingers roamed again, but only for a moment before finding the blonde's entrance. One finger slipped in easily, followed quickly by a second.
The moan Alex released could only be described as animalistic.
Alex was enjoying herself, the detective's fingers building her back up expertly, finding the spot inside that sent her wild. She began corkscrewing her fingers, stretching and curling. She was so close, she just needed that tiny bit more and she'd come, when Olivia withdrew once more.
The blonde began openly sobbing this time. Desperate to come undone at the hands of the detective. Desperate to lose herself in the feeling. Then she felt it, Olivia had shifted behind the blonde and she felt the tip of the toy at her entrance. She attempted to push back on it but the detective's strong hands were back at her hips, keeping her painfully still.
Olivia was relishing in the trembles of her lover's body, she knew how much she wanted this, needed this. Her own desire was slowly making its way down her thigh, but she could wait. She had a purpose here, to make Alexandra Cabot a sobbing and begging mess.
Without another thought, she impaled the ADA to the hilt, hips colliding with the tender rump of the blonde.
"Oh, fuck!" The scream that tore from the blonde's lips was delicious.
"Do you think you've learned your lesson, councillor?" Olivia asked in a patronising manner, running her short nails up and down the blonde's back, leaving pink lines to decorate the white canvas.
"Uhn, yes, yes I have." Alex whimpered pathetically. The detective staying perfectly still inside her. She felt full and stretched, her walls struggling to clamp down on the intruding phallus, feebly trying to pull the detective in deeper to no avail.
"I want you to beg for it Alex," Olivia said, her tone dripping in seduction.
"Please, Liv please, I can't-" she tried to wiggle again, "I'll do anything."
This peaked Olivia's interest. A new gush of wetness escaping her at the thought.
"Anything?" the detective asked.
"Anything! Oh my God Liv, just fuck me pl-" That was it, the tether was cut and the detective began pummelling into the blonde with reckless abandon, using the handcuffs on her wrists like a reign.
Alex was babbling nonsensically, her head thrashing from side to side and her hands in fists, knuckles white. She could feel the burn in her shoulders from Olivia pulling at her wrists but it only added to the sensation of feeling completely helpless.
The detective was finally getting some much needed friction of her own from the toy grinding against her protruding clit with each thrust. She could feel the fire building up inside her, she wouldn't last long, she never did when she teased Alex like this.
"Oh, baby you feel so good. Are you ready to come for me?" Alex just babbled in return, unable to process what the detective was saying to her. The pace was maddening, it was everything and not enough all at once. Alex needed something more.
"Please." was all she could muster.
Olivia reached underneath the blonde and with her finger and thumb began tweeking and flicking at her sensitive clit.
Alex let out an almighty howl, her desire flooding over the detective's front and down her thighs. She collapsed forward on the bed, a trembling mess, ass still red, her cheeks stained with tears and her hair in disarray. The scene tipped Olivia over the edge. She came with a moan so deep it rumbled her chest.
She pulled out of the blonde and collapsed beside her. Alex whimpered at the loss she felt. They lay for a moment, basking in post-coital bliss, until Alex groaned, twisting her wrists.
Olivia sat up and took the handcuffs and blindfold off of the blonde and began rubbing her wrists, red and sore from the cuffs.
"Alex, baby, are you okay?" Olivia asked, concerned for her lover.
Alex pushed Olivia onto her back, curling into her side and resting her head on her chest, "I should break the law more often." she grinned.
Olivia laughed, stroking the ADA's hair, "As long as you're prepared for the consequences." she warned.
"If tonight was the sentence, I'd do my time." she mumbled, her fingers tracing the flush on Olivia's chest.
"We have a whole weekend to test that theory," Olivia hesitated, suddenly shy, "If you want to stay, that is." She was all too aware that so far their trysts had been limited to one night affairs.
"Detective Benson, I can only imagine what we'll do with our time."