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The coffee table was strewn with papers, coffee cups, and Elliot’s laptop. Olivia reclined on the couch, watching as Elliot sat opposite her on the floor and scribbled on a spreadsheet with a pen. She’d sent Noah to Amanda’s for the night so they could work freely. They’d already reviewed the case that their squads were teaming up to work and were in the process of setting up their undercover identities. She’d completed the spreadsheet earlier and had a printed copy available for comparison, though she knew it by heart.
“I seriously have to decide if I’m willing to wear or consume sexual body fluids?” he asked, face turning red. “Liv,” he began uncomfortably, “I’ve only done a handful of these things—some of them only once or twice.”
Smiling encouragingly, she said, “Remember, it isn’t so much about what you have or haven’t done but more about what you think you’d like to try.”
He cleared his throat and looked back at the list. The first page was already pushing him well outside his comfort zone. “It’s one thing to talk about this stuff when it’s related to a case, but this….”
“It is related to a case, El,” Olivia emphasized, sitting forward. “We’re doing this to pull the plug on one of the most prolific sex traffickers on the east coast.”
Elliot’s head bobbed in agreement before he replied, “We are. We’re also going to be deep undercover on this.”
“You make it sound like we’re trying to infiltrate the traffickers,” she scoffed. “We’re only going in as potential customers.”
A hint of aggravation laced his tone as he bit out, “You mean people who’ll have to go perform a few times before they’re taken seriously as potential customers.”
Olivia huffed, rolling her eyes at his choice of words. “It’s not performing. It’s called play in the community.”
“Play, performance, it amounts to the same thing. How much of this stuff can you reliably simulate anyway?” He’d originally volunteered to take this role, but the more Elliot gleaned what would likely be expected of them, the more agitated he became.
Realizing then why he was upset, she knew she would have to be careful with how she handled this. “Not much. Some things will be easier than others—mainly the amount of pain being inflicted. But other things,” she spread her hands palms up, “can’t be, depending on the angle and the audience.”
Elliot winced at her response. “I don’t know if I can do this,” he admitted, staring at the case notes on the coffee table.
“Hey,” Olivia called gently, leaning toward him, hands clasped between her knees. Once he made eye contact, she said, “This UC is going to require a great deal of trust between partners. If you’re having doubts, I can get Fin to do this with me. But El, there’s no one I trust more than you.”
His eyes flicked down again, avoiding her. “Some of this stuff, Liv, it’s….” Words failed him as he gestured to the list in front of him.
“Incredibly intimate?” she finished for him.
“Blatantly sexual,” Elliot retorted with a touch of heat.
Olivia smiled softly, glad he finally admitted what was bothering him. “It is. It also means that there are a lot of things that would be off the table, cutting our probability of success. I wouldn’t be comfortable doing them with Fin.”
Gaze coming up to meet hers, he challenged, “But you’d be comfortable doing them with me.”
“Yes,” she said firmly, without hesitation. Seeing his startled expression, she expounded, “If it’s not already one of my hard limits, I’m game.”
Elliot looked like a deer caught in the headlights. He’d briefly flipped through her checklist and didn’t remember seeing a lot of red. The spreadsheet was nine pages long. “I, uh, I thought that list was for your UC.”
Chuckling, Olivia shook her head. “No, that’s my list.” The smirk she gave him then held more than a hint of sin. “This isn’t a situation that you want to embellish based on what you think your UC would do. It’s okay if something stretches your comfort zone, but it should be something you would do.”
“With you,” he clarified, receiving a cocked eyebrow in response. Reaching toward her papers again, he asked, “Can I?”
“Sure.” She shrugged carelessly, settled back against the cushions, and focused on examining his expressions as he began reading.
He took his time, comparing experience versus interest for each activity. His eyebrows shot up high on the first page alone. Elliot held up three fingers and stared at her unblinkingly until she grinned widely in answer. By the time he neared the last page, every inch of visible skin was flushed bright red. “What the hell’s a Wartenberg pinwheel?” he blurted out, unable to control his curiosity.
Olivia held up a finger and rose from the couch, heading out of the room. “Just a second.”
“Where are you going?” he asked in consternation as she started down the short hallway. “Wait. You have one?” he exclaimed when she reappeared.
She came around his side of the coffee table and knelt on the floor next to him. “This,” she began, showing him a small metal object, “is a Wartenberg pinwheel.”
“Looks kinda like a pizza cutter,” he remarked flippantly. The device’s thin metal handle ended at a small metal wheel with evenly spaced, sharp pins radiating out from the edge.
Snorting with amusement, Olivia held out her left hand, saying, “Give me your right arm.” As he did so, she explained, “It’s used in neurological tests to check skin sensitivity.” Turning his arm over, she placed the wheel at the crook of his elbow and slowly rolled it down his inner arm to his wrist, noting the goosebumps erupting in its wake. “It’s used as a sensation toy in BDSM.”
Elliot shivered when she rolled it back up to his elbow. “Looks like it could hurt,” he muttered, eyeing the metal wheel gliding across his palm.
“Like most BDSM toys, it depends on the force you put behind it. So many things can be used to tease and excite, not just cause pain.” Olivia’s brown eyes were fixed on his face, so she didn’t miss the way his pupils had dilated slightly. Setting the wheel down on the coffee table, she resumed tracing over his palm and forearm with her fingernails.
He didn’t pull away, remaining still instead, not having realized until that moment just how touch-starved he was. “How long do you think it will take?”
Shifting her orientation, she caught his left hand in her right, gently guiding him to sit facing her directly. “To get our mark’s attention?” she queried, starting to caress both palms in unison, the backs of his hands resting on his thighs.
“Yeah,” came Elliot’s hoarse reply.
“We’ll have to go several times and be seen in a serious D/s relationship before they’ll approach me about making a purchase for my stable.” Olivia picked up the wheel and rolled it down both arms as she spoke. “That means we’ll need to act out at least three or four scenes before we make any headway.”
He gave a faint nod, fingers curling the tiniest bit every time the wheel rolled over his wrist or the center of his palms. “And, uh, what,” he swallowed around the lump in his throat, “what do you anticipate we’ll need to do?”
“At the dungeon or to prep?” she asked for clarification. She pressed a bit harder with the wheel, letting the teeth leave light tracks on his skin, seeing no signs of discomfort from him.
The sensation had gone from tickling to something closer to fingernails digging in. Elliot was surprised to find it pleasant. “Both.”
Voice taking on a deeper timbre, she said, “The most important thing involves being comfortable in our own skins around each other.” Olivia returned the wheel to the table and grazed her hands down his chest, stopping at the hem of his t-shirt. The faintest nod acknowledged her intent, and she pulled Elliot’s shirt over his head, tossing it on the couch. Olivia placed his hands back on his knees and applied a firm touch down his arms and hands, silently indicating that he shouldn’t move them. Her own shirt soon followed his. Then she reached behind her back and unclasped her bra, adding it to the pile.
Elliot took in the sudden expanse of flesh on display. His gaze moved over her, cataloging the scars she’d told him about months before. After he completed the instinctive, clinical appraisal, he focused on all the parts of her he’d been dying to see for years. He followed the line of her clavicles to the swells of her breasts. They were full and heavy, and Elliot flushed more deeply than before. He felt a bit mesmerized as he asked, “That all?”
Studying him from under her lashes, she rose to her knees, simultaneously hooking her thumbs into the waistband of her leggings. She teasingly ran her hands around to the front then back to her sides before pushing them down her thighs. Olivia settled back on her knees and leaned back to tug the material the rest of the way off, sending them the way of the rest of her clothes.
He nearly strangled on his own saliva when faced with the vision of a nearly nude Olivia Benson. He didn’t know where to look, where not to look, as his cock twitched in his pants. Focusing instead on her face, he caught her subtle chin lift and shifted to remove his jeans. Elliot sank back onto his heels and rasped, “What else?”
“We’ll have to be at ease touching each other,” Olivia told him. Her fingertips curled against his and urged him forward, stopping once their knees touched. Her hands migrated up his forearms to his shoulders, leisurely mapping the veins and muscles there as she explained, “We’ll use the common color system to check in with each other periodically. Green means you’re good. Amber means things are becoming too uncomfortable and you need changes to the activity or intensity.” Olivia let her palms move over his chest, the course hair a light tickle.
“Red is used when you need an immediate, full stop of all activity. But I tend to use red often in my regular vocabulary. So, our safeword will be mercy.” Olivia’s hands splayed low across Elliot’s abs, the tips of her thumbs tucked just under the waistband of his underwear. “It’s easy to remember and wouldn’t be out of place in a scene.”
Elliot’s breath caught in his throat at the sensations her hands on him were stirring up. He badly wanted to reach out and stroke over the tawny skin finally unwrapped for him. He let his eyes wander freely, finding himself consistently drawn to her full hips and the thick thighs that partially hid the vee of her pelvis.
Seeing the desire in his eyes, she complimented, “You’ve shown remarkable restraint, and that earns you a reward.” Her upper body leaned into his space, lips hovering just above his, and she whispered, “You can touch me.”
“Where?” came his immediate response.
“Anywhere you like.” Olivia chuckled when his eyes grew darker as her words sunk in. She hummed low in her throat when his hands began to move, slipping up the underside of her forearms, over her elbows and triceps, skimming across her shoulders. She made sure to catch his gaze any time it wasn’t focused on her body.
He licked his lips, luxuriating in the opportunity to touch her freely after all these years. Elliot cataloged and treasured each textural change from cuts to suppleness to burns as his hands danced over her torso. He explored down her sternum, over the deceptive pliability of her belly hiding a strong core. When his fingertips skated along the underside of her breasts and she released a tiny puff of air, he had to take a few deep breaths to regain his control.
“Very good,” she praised him when his hands came to rest palms down on her thighs. The man who had been her partner would not have been able to resist taking over and focusing on sex. This returned Elliot was much more tempered and patient than she had anticipated. It boded well for their upcoming assignment. Catching his hands in hers once more, she asked, “Do you think you can remain submissive to me, even when your temper flares or you’re unsure of the situation? You’ll defer to me and my decisions—my commands?”
Elliot nodded. There was something captivating about Olivia in this mode of quiet, gentle dominance. It made it so easy for him to follow her lead, for them to sync back up as if they had never spent ten years apart. “Yeah.”
Eyebrows raising in censure, Olivia pinned him with a pointed look.
“Yes,” he quickly amended.
Still staring him down, she questioned, “Yes, what?”
“Yes, Ma’am,” he replied with a faint grin.
A smile stole across Olivia’s face as she teased, “You’re a quick learner. I always knew you were holding out on me.” It made him chuckle, relax a bit, lessen some of the growing tension between them. “Now tell me, what will you let me do to you?”
Elliot’s hands involuntarily tightened on her thighs while his briefs became snugger. It earned him a light pinch to his side. Startled, he complained, “What was that for?”
“I never said you could squeeze, just touch,” she replied coolly. Switching gears, she wondered, “Did you like that, me pinching you?”
He faltered slightly, not having considered the possibility. “I don’t know. I wasn’t paying attention to that,” he admitted.
Olivia pinched his side again, harder this time, gauging his reaction. “Are you paying attention now?” she reprimanded.
“Yes, Ma’am.” He winced when her fingers twisted the tiniest bit before letting go.
“How did that make you feel? Honestly,” she prompted.
Brow furrowed, he replied with a shrug, “Honestly? A little irritated, a little curious.”
Those same fingers moved to one of his nipples, pinching again. “And this?” she cooed as a breath hissed out from between his gritted teeth.
“More irritated,” he ground out, glaring at her.
“Watch those eyes, Mister,” she demanded softly. “Insubordination leads to punishment. I don’t care if you get upset or angry at me, but do not challenge me. Understood?” she scolded.
Seeing where she was going with the lesson, he nodded and tried to relax. “Yes, Ma’am.”
Olivia brought a hand to each of his nipples this time, enjoying the way his torso tensed in apprehension. Instead of pinching again, she brushed her thumbs over them, flicking and rubbing the pink nubs. When his eyes started to slip closed, she lightly tugged at him, Elliot leaning into her touch. Then she pinched hard, twisting slightly and refusing to let go when he jerked back in pain. A few moments later, with his eyes focused on hers without defiance, she released him.
“Fuck, that hurt,” Elliot began, cutting himself off with a gasp as her fingertips grazed over the abused flesh.
A wicked smirk curled her lips upward. She inquired sweetly, “How did that feel?”
“Good,” he confessed, seeming surprised by the fact. “How is that possible?”
She shrugged and explained, “Some of the chemicals your brain releases in pain response are the same ones released during pleasure. They have similar effects on the brain, and when the two sensations happen so close together, you can have a pleasure response to painful stimuli.”
Elliot let the information run around his head for a few moments while he processed it and his reaction. “Huh.”
Olivia slid her right hand to his sternum, trailing it down his stomach, past his waistband, and over the front of his underwear, noting the beginnings of an erection and the interested jerk of his hips. “Want to take these off for me?” she murmured, plucking once at the elastic.
Blue eyes met hers, simply holding her stare for several heartbeats, and then he was shifting and removing his briefs and resettling on the rug.
She took her time before letting her gaze wander over his nude form, letting the anticipation fill her. Olivia took in the features of his body, enjoying the opportunity to ogle him openly. Hands going back to his chest, she slowly traced every line and indentation, stopped at his waist and ordered gently, “Up on your knees.”
Taking a few deep breaths, Elliot rose onto his knees, shivering when her hands resumed their exploration. His eyes closed briefly, her fingers following the vee down from his hips and diverting to his thighs at the last second. Olivia’s touches were purely erotic, and his skin flushed as his excitement grew.
Dark brown eyes absorbed every detail, noting the way his cock reacted to her soft breaths. “May I?" Olivia requested, gaze flicking briefly to meet his.
“Ye—” he cleared his throat, trying again. “Yes. Please.” Her proximity was short circuiting his ability to speak.
Then soft skin was ghosting over and under his scrotum, curious fingers pausing to rub at the skin between his testicles. She cupped each one, examining him thoroughly with gentle squeezes and a tug that pulled a moan from him. Olivia’s touch feathered along his shaft, circling it and stroking up once, impressed with his girth. “It’s better than I imagined,” she complimented him, then leaned forward and placed a kiss to his abdomen, just above his cock. The tip of him brushed against the underside of her jaw, and Olivia wiped a drop of precum off her skin with her index finger, popping it into her mouth with a salacious smile.
“Jesus Christ,” he muttered, the sight transfixing Elliot. When she put some space between them again, he gradually unclenched his fists from his sides, exhaling shakily. He wanted that sinful mouth on him, taking his length as far as she could. He wanted to do all the things he’d fantasized about doing with her for the last two decades. Elliot found himself wanting things he’d never even considered before.
Olivia took in the way his expression had darkened with lust. She considered how far she could push him out of his comfort zone. “Lie back,” came her brusque instruction. While he repositioned himself, she retrieved a covered, fabric box from beside the entertainment center and set it within easy reach. Staring down at Elliot, she noticed how his erection had curled up over his belly, long and thick. Grinning at him, she knelt so her knees were on either side of his head, her bottom resting on the top of his chest. “What color are we?” she solicited.
Elliot’s eyes were wide and staring at her satin covered crotch just inches away from his face. “Green,” he whispered, inhaling the scent of her arousal.
“Good, now keep your hands at your sides but, otherwise, do what comes naturally to you,” she instructed. Olivia’s hips shifted forward and down so that her core was pressed down on his mouth for a few seconds before she raised herself to hover above him. She did this a few times then began to stay seated on his face for longer and longer intervals, sliding over his mouth and up to his nose.
His hands came up to rest on her thighs, and she stopped abruptly, coming up to her knees. Realizing his mistake, Elliot slapped his hands down on the rug next to his thighs. “Sorry, sorry,” he backpedaled, knowing he’d screwed this up.
Olivia reached into the nearby box and removed a pair of hinged handcuffs and a chain. She grasped his wrists and placed his hands together above his head, clicking the cuffs in place. Her breasts dangled in his face, close enough for her nipples to drag across his cheeks while she locked the cuffs to prevent them from tightening. When she sat back up, the chain was hanging around her neck, the handcuff key resting between her breasts.
Elliot tested out the restraints, grimacing when he twisted wrong and the metal dug into his wrists. “Look, I won’t touch you again without your permission,” he acceded hopefully.
“I’m not taking any chances. It’s going to be vital that you control your actions once we’re undercover.” Her tone was kind but firm, reminding him what this entire scenario was about. “Any slip-ups like that in the dungeon will reveal your beginner status. We have to make everyone believe that we’ve been in a D/s relationship for years.” At last, she flashed him a quick smile and quipped, “You’ll have to be perfectly trained for this to work.”
“I understand, Liv. We’ll do this right,” he vowed.
Giving him a brisk nod, she shifted forward once more, suggesting, “Let’s try this again.” Olivia’s left hand came down on the hinge between the two cuffs, pressing hard enough to enforce his position but not so hard as to cause serious pain. Her hips lowered again, her core pressing against his mouth for a few beats before letting him catch a good breath. As she sat longer and longer, she felt him begin to suck at her labia through the satin. A groan left her when she raised back up that time.
“Green?” Elliot checked-in quickly, chuckling at her response.
“Fucking neon,” Olivia growled, pressing and sliding over his mouth. She felt his tongue flatten against her through her underwear and shuddered at his hum when he tasted her wetness soaking the material. Olivia looked down at him between her thighs, saw him gazing up at her with hunger, and started grinding against his open mouth. His tongue pushed her panties between her lips as he pressed it against her clit. She rocked over him a few more times until she climaxed, a quiet moan leaving her. Carefully, she moved back a bit, taking her weight off Elliot’s jaw.
Elliot’s eye sparkled brightly while he watched her regain her breath. “Beautiful,” he whispered.
She rose to her hands and knees, removing the cuffs and tossing them back in the box. Just as Olivia started moving backwards, Elliot’s lips latched around a nipple, licking and sucking at the pebbled skin. “Oh God.” When he released her, she shifted to hover above him, face-to-face. “El,” she began seriously, “what just happened—what was that about?”
He thought better about teasing her and simply told her the truth. “I’ve wanted to do that forever. I meant what I said that evening. I love you.”
Her eyes softened as she lowered herself to lie on top of him. “I believe you, now,” she murmured, maintaining eye contact.
“It took an orgasm for you to believe me?” he asked, grinning broadly, his hands coming up to rest on her sides.
A full, throaty laugh escaped her. “No.” Sobering, she added, “It took time and healing.” Her smile turned lascivious as she breathed against his lips, “Let me show you how much you mean to me, how much I love you.” Olivia pressed forward, fusing their lips in a languorous kiss, her tongue swiping at his lower lip. She poured all her feelings into it, accepting the invitation his open mouth gave her. When she finally pulled away, she looked down on Elliot with blown pupils and wet lips, already addicted to his kisses. Urging his right hand lower until it came into contact with her underwear, she insisted, “Take them off.”
Elliot wasted no time complying with her demand, shimmying Olivia’s panties over her hips till she could wriggle and kick them off the rest of the way. His cock rested against the cleft of her cheeks, her arousal slick on his pelvis. His hands splayed along her lush curves, learning her body as she’d explored his earlier. Eventually, he eased his fingers between them and skimmed over her clit, her body twitching at the intimate touch. “So wet,” he praised, fingers moving steadily along her slit.
Olivia closed her eyes, pressed her forehead against Elliot’s chin. “Mmm. That feels good,” she husked. Her orgasm had been gentle and brief, but his fingers were doing a good job of stoking her libido. She rolled them onto their sides, giving them a little more space to work with. Olivia stroked Elliot’s penis a few times, draped her leg high on his hip, and reached behind her leg to line him up with her entrance. “I want you inside me, Elliot.”
Her words rippled through him like a physical thing. Elliot eased the head of his cock just inside her wet heat, giving her shallow thrusts that stimulated all her nerve endings and made his head spin. Slowly, he increased the depth, maintaining an unhurried pace. He rested his forehead against hers, their eyes forming yet another connection. Hand gripping her ass cheek, Elliot pulled her hips closer, making her back arch. “God, you’re gorgeous,” he told her reverently, kissing her hard, tongue plunging into her mouth.
“Mmmph,” she groaned into the kiss, eyes closing in pleasure. She felt another orgasm building, slow and steady, but knew it wasn’t enough. “More,” Olivia demanded, arms gripping his torso tighter. She squeaked when Elliot rolled on top of her and pulled her other leg around his waist. The angle changed, and his cock rubbed just the right place inside her. “Right there.”
Elliot felt the shift in her breathing and pushed into her harder, bending his head down to catch one of her nipples in his mouth, sucking hard and fluttering his tongue. The way her body bowed up into him urged him to speed up, slamming his hips into hers roughly, wanting to watch her come undone underneath him.
Olivia cried out with each thrust of his hips, her body edging closer and closer to a mind-numbing climax. Digging her nails into his back, she tightened her legs around him, heels pressing into his ass. “Fuck, don’t stop,” she urged, gasping for air, voice raising in pitch.
“Come on, Liv,” he encouraged breathlessly as heat gathered at the base of his spine. “I want to feel you come around my cock.”
“Oh God,” she gasped. Olivia bucked up into him, feeling herself beginning to unravel. “Yes, yes, yes!”
Elliot felt a rush of pride when her voice increased in volume. Olivia Benson was one hell of a screamer, and he loved it. He ground down into her with each thrust, feeling her legs trembling uncontrollably at his sides. “That’s it. Come for me.”
And then she was, all air leaving her lungs as her climax slammed into her. Olivia locked eyes with Elliot, staring at him as came. She clenched hard around his cock, panting so fast she was nearly hyperventilating. Her body continued to spasm with each thrust, and then he was coming deep inside her, hips jerking a few times as he slowly came down.
He rolled them onto their sides again, drawing her close and savoring the sensation of her nuzzling into his shoulder while she shook through little aftershocks. When the shaking didn’t stop, he tilted her head up to find tears rolling down her temple. “Hey,” he asked worriedly, “what’s wrong?”
Sniffling, she said hoarsely, “Nothing’s wrong. Everything is finally right.” Olivia melted into the feel of his lips pressing to her forehead, her cheeks, her lips. “I love you.” The words left her with ease and soaked into his skin.
“I love you, too,” he responded, squeezing her tightly. After several minutes of silence, Elliot told her, “Who knew Olivia Benson was a screamer?”
She chuckled and said, “It helps when the orgasms are spectacular.”
Swatting her ass lightly, he teased, “I kept thinking one of your neighbors was going to think I was killing you and call the cops.”
Olivia giggled into his chest, placing a kiss above his heart. “Don’t worry, I can be quiet when the situation calls for it,” she reassured him with a grin.
“That’s good to know. It could get pretty awkward if your squad showed up at your door one night.” His smile morphed into a grimace when she pinched his hip.
“Don’t even joke about that.” Here eyes narrowed and she flipped him onto his back. “Why don’t we see if I can make you wake the neighbors?” she threatened, placing kisses and nips on his ribs.
Elliot watched her moving down his torso and asked, “Back to testing my self control?”
Olivia’s eyes twinkled as she purred, “More like teaching you how to fully submit yourself to me.”