Vigilante 29/?
The few paragraphs in blue text were written by lowbatterie. Yay, thanks J! *snuggles*
Chapter Twenty-Nine
"Yes," Liv answered, even as her lips were hungrily claiming Casey's, her tongue practically devouring the inside of the attorney's mouth. Clothes went flying, scattered around the office like a hurricane had hit - Olivia's underwear ended up hanging from the doorknob, Casey's blouse draped over the standing lamp in one corner of the room. Liv was down to just her bra, and Casey just a silky blue thong, before they couldn't wait any longer and they ended up on the desk, with Casey on top of Olivia. She wasted no time getting down to what she wanted, dragging her lips and tongue down her lover's torso, pausing to lick her belly button, then continuing on to kiss, suck, lick and gently bite Olivia's slick folds. She moaned at the taste, burying her tongue deep inside the detective's sex, thrusting in and out like they hadn't had sex in days... which they hadn't. The raw need had been building up inside her since this morning when she'd walked out of Liv's apartment, leaving her lover splayed and panting on the bed, with her own arousal pounding between her legs for the entire cab ride home. She had returned to work for the same reason Olivia had - she'd been unable to focus on anything other than fucking the detective's brains out, and she needed a distraction.
Liv's hands curled tightly in Casey's hair, holding the ADA's head in place while her hips bucked wildly under the skilled and ravenous assault. Oh God, it was so good, so good, she was already seeing stars and she wasn't even coming yet. "Yes, fuck, yes Casey, yes yes ohGodfuckmeyoufeelamazing!" she yelled, her back arching off the desk, her body wracked with pleasure, coiling tightly and finally releasing in a shatter of sound and light as she screamed Casey's name...
"What the fuck is going on here?"
Neither sex-starved woman had noticed the office door opening, and now it was far, far too late to cover up what they were doing. The confused and slightly raised voice belonged to Arthur Branch, and he was flanked by Donnelly and Cragen, who were much less confused, but equally as surprised to see this happening in Casey's office.
"I hope you're going over testimony," Liz said in that clipped tone of hers that only Liz could manage.
"Yes," Casey panted, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, still frozen in place between Olivia's legs. "On that lesbian hooker case..."
"What lesbian hooker case?" Branch asked gruffly. "I am not aware of any lesbian hooker cases in this borough."
"She means the Jenkins case, Arthur. I'll handle this," Liz continued.
Arthur stared for a minute, then turned to leave, only to see Olivia's panties hanging from the doorknob. "Jesus Christ," he muttered, shaking his head as he walked out, glad the door was still open.
"Olivia," Cragen started, then stopped and just shook his head as well. "Nevermind. I trust you to handle this, Elizabeth. I've seen your work." He hid his smirk as he slipped out the door, leaving the two nearly-naked women alone with Donnelly.
Liz arched an eyebrow at the door knob and opted to shut the door with a light press to the window before she locked the door and closed the blinds. Turning, she took a leisurely glance at the *ransacked* office. "Damn. You must've been in a hurry." She turned those eyes on them, pinning both half-naked women with a small, malevolent smirk. "You realize, Casey, that I just saved your job. And Detective Benson... I had hoped you learned your lesson before." Licking her lips once, she leaned against the door and crossed her arms, waiting for one of them to try and explain. Just try.
Casey started to rise, grabbing at Liv's pants to cover herself a little, strapping an arm across her chest. "Liz, I--"
But as the ADA tried to explain something, Olivia had been frozen. She recognized that look. They were fucking *in for it*. Gulping, she looked straight at the judge and raised her eyebrows slightly in question, afraid of what the answer might be.
Liz interrupted Casey, the smirk growing. "Oh, yes, Benson. Down, girl."
Casey's brows furrowed and she looked back at Liv who was sliding to the floor. "What the fuck, Liv? Liz, you can't--" but by the time the redhead's eyes had swung back around to the blonde, the older woman had crossed the room and grabbed her forcefully by the chin.
Looking her up and down, Liz's smirk had blossomed into a full blown grin. "Oh, Casey. You have no idea how long I've been waiting to whoop your ass. You'd better follow suit or Olivia's punishment is going to get worse."
Casey dropped instantly to her knees at the thought of Liv earning extra lashes on her behalf.
Pacing, Liz calmly tapped a finger to her chin. "Now, what to do with you two sorry excuses for upholders of the law..."
Olivia still had not spoken. She knew that anything she said would just be used against her, even though this wasn't technically a court of law.
Casey, however, had not quite gotten that far yet, and was still trying to explain. "Liz, com--"
"Olivia is much more well-behaved than you are," Liz interrupted yet again, stepping up to Casey and stopping her pacing long enough to crouch down in front of the ADA, forcing the redhead to look into her eyes. "I thought she had you well trained. Apparently another lesson is in order."
Olivia tried so hard not to smirk. She couldn't help it, though, so she dropped her chin to her chest to hide it. Unfortunately for her, Liz still saw it.
"Benson, do I have to slap that look off of your face? You know better than that, Detective. I know you do. You're a player, you know the rules. Get up."
Liv winced, slowly raising to stand. Casey spoke up again as Olivia got to her feet. "Don't hurt her, Liz, this is my fault..."
"You get up too. Don't think you're off the hook. I can beat both of you at the same time, Casey." Liz went around to the drawer side of Casey's desk and opened one, grinning when she found what she wanted. She closed the drawer, walking back around in front of the repentant attorney and detective, holding a 12-inch ruler. "Casey, get those off, and you, out of that bra," she demanded, pointing the ruler first at Casey's underwear and then at Olivia.
Liv shivered a little but slid out of her bra, placing her hands behind her back. She knew how to make this go as smoothly as possible, and she had to admit, she was surprised that Casey was putting up a fight. With Liz Donnelly, you did not put up a fight. Not when your job was on the line, anyway.
"What?" Casey practically whined, still on her knees despite having been commanded to stand up and take off her panties. She regretted her backtalk when a strong hand wrapped in her hair and pulled her roughly to her feet, spun her around and bent her forcefully over the desk. "Ow," she breathed, turning her head to the side so her cheek could rest on the solid oak wood.
"That's nothing compared to what you're going to get," Liz said sharply. "If you two are going to behave like naughty schoolgirls, then I am going to punish you like naughty schoolgirls." She turned to Olivia and barked out another command. "Get her panties off and then join her over the desk."
Olivia was sure that being beaten twice in one day was going to be fucking horrible, especially considering how much this morning's paddling had actually hurt. And now a ruler? Goddamn. She exhaled slowly and stepped over to her lover, removing Casey's panties with one fluid motion, helping the ADA step out of them. She let them fall from her hand and turned to bend over the desk as instructed. "Behave for Liz or I'll punish you again when we get home tonight," she whispered.
Casey shivered, feeling rather ganged-up-on, then just pouted as she lay across the desk. Then, the fact that she was naked in front of Liz Donnelly registered, and the pout turned to an expression of abject horror. How was Olivia dealing with this so maturely?! Casey squirmed and hid her face in her arms. This was incredibly unfair, really... they were both adults, they should be able to have sex wherever they wanted without the threat of having their asses smacked with a ruler! And furthermo- "OW! Motherfucker!"
"Casey!" Liz scolded, immediately bringing the ruler down five more times in a row, all in the same spot, where Casey would attempt to sit.
Casey let out a strangled cry, trying hard not to continue cussing at Liz, but ohmyGod that stung like a fucking bitch! It was much different than the paddle Olivia had used on her - this felt more like... like... like her ass was being cut with sandpaper rather than spanked! It was so light, which made it sting worse than anything Casey had ever felt. (Of course, she had never been caned.) "Owowowowow!" she yelped, stamping her foot against the floor in protest.
Olivia couldn't help the wave of arousal that washed through her at Casey's juvenile behavior. It was just... sexy. It really was like schoolgirl!Casey. And God, the images that conjured in her brain... guh. *Shudder*.
"Enjoying yourself, Olivia?"
Gah! Caught! Lie to Liz or piss Casey off? "No Ma'am," she lied, deciding that pissing Liz off would be worse for her ass in the short run but pissing Casey off would be worse for her romantic life in the long run.
"Really?"
And then she felt slender fingers between her legs, stroking through her wetness, and she let out a shuddering groan, closing her eyes and trying not to press down against Liz's hand.
Casey's head shot around to face Olivia, and her eyes went wide when she saw what Liz was doing to her girlfriend! Wrong, wrong, wrong! But so hot. Maybe not quite so wrong?
"Liar. You know what happens to liars, don't you Olivia?" Liz asked smoothly, pulling her fingers away and stepping forward, holding them to Casey's lips. "Casey, does that taste like a woman who's not enjoying herself?"
Casey's eyelids fluttered closed as she took Liz's fingers into her mouth, sucking off the wetness from between Olivia's legs. When she finished, she shook her head. "No... it tastes like she's excited," she whispered.
"Thanks a lot," Liv told Casey with a frown, though she was trying not to grin. Then to Liz, she got serious again and nodded her head slightly. "Yes Ma'am, I have some idea of what happens to liars. I only hope you'll take into account my compliant behavior."
Liz snickered. "You're hardly going to get on my good side with that, Detective Benson, considering this is the second time today I've had cause to bend you over a desk. Hardly an impressive repertoire."
Liv winced and nodded her acceptance. "Of course, Ma'am. My apologies."
"Casey, stay there." Elizabeth laid the ruler on the desk beside Casey's head, then pulled Olivia to her feet with a rough tug on her tousled hair, and marched her over to the sink beside the wet bar.
"Jesus, no," Olivia whispered when she realized what Donnelly's intention was.
"Open up," came the snapped reply, as Liz picked up the plain white bar of soap and held it in front of Liv's mouth.
Even the tough-as-nails cop had a few things that scared her, and she wanted to plead with Liz to punish her some other way. But she didn't. She just opened her mouth and did her best to prepare herself for the awful taste of the soap.
Casey watched, mildly horrified, as one of her bosses washed her girlfriend's mouth out with soap.
Liv's eyes watered with the effort of keeping herself from gagging, and when Liz finally took the soap out of her mouth, she started spitting in the sink, finally allowing herself to gag.
Elizabeth allowed her to spit for a few seconds, then led her back to the desk. "Over," she instructed, and Olivia slowly bent over, wincing at the disgusting aftertaste of the punishment.
"Are you okay?" Casey asked, her eyes full of love and concern, and maybe just a little excitement, which she was trying very hard to keep under wraps.
Just as Olivia said 'I'm fine, don't worry about me,' Liz picked up the ruler and raised her voice to the ADA. "Be quiet, Casey!"
Casey jumped a little and whimpered, not used to any form of dominance other than Liv's gentle manner.
As Liz raised the ruler to continue Casey's beating, Olivia interrupted quickly. "Wait, Liz! This was all my fault, don't hit her anymore... it was my idea, I made her go along with it."
And again the ruler was laid down on the desk. Donnelly turned to Olivia and hauled her to her feet, giving her a sharp slap across the face. "You just don't know when to keep your mouth shut, do you Detective? I guess I'll have to make the decision for you."
Olivia's head jerked sideways from the blow, and she gasped in surprise, bringing a hand up to rub gingerly at her face. She hadn't seen that coming. The next thing she knew, Liz was forcing Casey's panties into her mouth, and then holding up her own damn leather belt.
"Bite," Liz commanded, and when Olivia's teeth sank into the leather, she wrapped the belt around and buckled it securely in place. Then, with a vicious tug, she yanked the phone cord out of the phone and the wall.
Olivia didn't even know how Liz had managed to find the steel cuffs and belt, since she couldn't even *see* her pants anywhere, but in a matter of seconds, she was bound and gagged, and Liz was using the phone cord as a tether, wrapping it several times around the chain linking the cuffs, then looping it several more times around one of the faucet handles at the sink by the bar. And she couldn't even argue because-- ooh... when she tried to talk, she could taste her lover on the panties in her mouth... And great. That little distraction gave Liz time enough to truss her up properly and move back across the room to Casey.
"Guess what, Casey?" Liz asked in that tone of hers that said 'it's a pleasant tone, but it promises wholly unpleasant things'. "Your girlfriend has just earned you twenty extra whacks."
Casey groaned and whimpered, her eyes flicking pleadingly to Liv to do something, but obviously that wasn't going to happen. And oh, God. The sight of her lover trussed up like that was so fucking hot that it immediately made her feel guilty for getting wet.
Liv struggled wildly against her bonds, yelling muffled protests at Liz through her wonderfully delicious gag. Why had she opened her damn mouth?! Now Casey was getting whipped worse than before and it was her fault.
And, for the third time, Liz picked the ruler up off the desk and prepared to strike Casey. Her subordinate really did have a gorgeous ass. And such nicely toned thighs. She grinned to herself, glad to have this opportunity and determined to get as much pleasure from it as possible. The first crack of the ruler against Casey's pale skin caused the ADA to yelp like a wounded animal, and Liz's grin widened. Oh, this was good. And this had really been a long time coming. Casey was far too snarky on far too many occasions for Liz not to thoroughly enjoy blistering her backside.
The ruler fell again and again, and Casey finally lost count as she gave up the fight and let the tears slide down her cheeks, pooling on the desk beneath her head. It stung so badly... and Olivia's muffled cries were tearing at her heart. She knew Olivia would feel horrible for getting her in worse trouble, but honestly she was so moved by Liv's attempt to get her out of *any* trouble, that it was worth it. The fact that Liv cared enough to try to take all the blame for their indiscretion meant so much to the redhead that she couldn't even sort out how much of her brain was feeling the pain from the spanking and how much was pure mush with love for her girl. "It's okay Liv!" she managed to assure Olivia, her voice hoarse with tears.
Liz finished off the punishment with the last five strokes, one right after another, then tossed the ruler aside and admired her beautiful work. Casey's entire ass and most of her thighs were bright, stinging red, and she couldn't resist reaching her hands out to run them smoothly over the abused skin.
Casey gasped at the feel of Liz's cool hands soothing the flames in her ass, and even through her tears she moaned softly. Oh, that felt *so* nice. And the fact that it was Liz was just... strangely stimulating. She hadn't exactly felt an attraction to her boss before, but there really was something magnetic about her casual, precise dominance.
"Casey?" Liz asked quietly, and this time her tone was gentle and hinted at something quite pleasant, in sharp contrast to her earlier 'pleasant tone of doom'.
"Y-yes?" the attorney stammered, bringing one hand up to wipe her eyes.
"Open," Liz requested, tapping each of Casey's thighs once.
Casey's breath left her lungs in a sudden rush of air, knocking the wind out of her at the request/command from her superior. She was dripping wet, and wanted to be touched... and Liz had taken her this far... she hoped Olivia would be able to tell she wanted it. If not, she'd have to stop things and talk with Liv first. She slowly parted her thighs, trying to draw in a breath, but with severe complications, i.e. extreme emotional arousal.
Liz purred quietly, stroking the insides of Casey's thighs, her fingers inching upward with agonizing slowness as she leaned over Casey's body and dropped a few kisses to the back of her left shoulder. By the time she reached her goal, her fingers were already swimming, and she groaned, closing her eyes as she entered the ADA with one long, smooth thrust.
Olivia was watching the scene play out, the panic continuing to rise inside her chest, gripping her lungs like a vice and squeezing the air out of them with its chokehold. She struggled and tried to scream over and over again, but the sounds just filtered into wordless cries. No. No. NO! Liz couldn't do that to Casey! She was about to rip the faucet handle out of its socket when she caught sight of the look on Casey's face. Oh, God. Case was into it. Thank fuck and everything else in the world... because she had forgotten to negotiate a safeword, and she had been praying that Casey would speak up if she needed to, but unsure that she would. Her breathing slowly returned to normal and her heartbeat calmed down, only to speed up again in a different way when she heard the moan from her lover's lips. Okay. Now she could relax and... well... enjoy the show, as it were.
But apparently Liz had something else in mind, because after a few deep, gentle thrusts in and out of Casey's dripping center, she tenderly kissed the side of Casey's head and pulled her hand away, her expression changing from primal to resigned. She wanted Casey so badly right now that she could taste it... and as much as she wanted to fuck her brains out with Olivia tied up and struggling, she just couldn't. "Go untie your girlfriend and let her take care of you," she whispered.
Casey whined when she felt Liz's fingers slide out of her, and at the whispered words she turned her head to the side, looking up at her boss. "But Liz, I-- I want *you* to take care of it," she said softly, her brows furrowed in confusion.
"What?" Casey's confusion paled in comparison to Liz's, as both of her eyebrows shot toward the ceiling.
"You-- you started it, I thought-- I thought you'd f-finish it," Casey said nervously, wondering if she had completely misread the situation.
Olivia was frozen, listening to the conversation raptly. Either option was okay by her... whatever Casey wanted.
"Stay there," Liz said to Casey, then walked across the room to stand in front of Olivia. She reached behind the detective and unbuckled the belt, removing it and the panties from Liv's mouth and dropping them to the floor. She was about to say something but she was interrupted.
As soon as the gag hit the floor, Olivia arched forward and captured Elizabeth's mouth in a heated kiss. Her tongue demanded entrance and received it immediately, no doubt due to having caught Liz by surprise. When she pulled back, she was breathing hard, that wild look in her eyes that could never be sated. "You were gonna ask me if it's okay," she growled. "It is. Go take her, Liz. She won't stay wet forever."
Liz was shocked, but not too shocked to respond, and she kissed Olivia back, making quick work of the phone cord tethering the detective to the sink. "Thank you," she hummed into Liv's ear, loud enough for only Olivia to hear.
Liv was free now, mostly... her hands were still cuffed behind her back, with her own cuffs she might add, but she stayed back, allowing Liz some space with Casey.
Elizabeth approached Casey slowly, watching the ADA watch her, and a sly grin returned to her lips as she closed the distance between them and took hold of Casey's hips, rocking her own lightly up against the ADA's naked backside.
Casey shuddered and gripped the edge of the desk, squeezing her eyes shut tight and pressing back into the touch. "Please?" she squeaked.
Olivia watched the effect Casey's pleading had on Donnelly. Nice. But she had taught Casey to beg better than that... She walked over in front of the desk and crouched down to her lover's eye level. "Is that how you beg, baby?" she asked, brushing a lock of Case's hair behind her ear. "Hmm?"
Liz hid her 'oh-my-God-she's-going-to-make-Casey-beg-me' wave of arousal well, and managed to just continue gently rocking her hips up against the ADA's ass as if neither Casey nor Olivia had said anything at all.
"No," Casey whimpered, shaking her head and leaning into Olivia's gentle caress. She bit her lip and turned to briefly look at Liz, so her boss would know that her next words were meant for her, and then replaced her cheek on the cool oak wood of the desk. "I'm sorry Ma'am, I know please isn't enough," she began, blushing fiercely. God, she was so wet. "I-- please Liz, I want-- I *need* your fingers, inside me, fucking me... I know I've been a bad girl and I don't deserve it, but please, I'll do anything to feel your fingers in me..."
"You haven't been bad, Casey," Liz said, her voice thick with the unmistakable taint of heady arousal. She pulled back and slid her hands down the shivering redhead's sides, brushing over the still burning hot skin of her backside, then curving inward to slip between her legs. As soon as her fingers grazed Casey's sex, the ADA gasped and shuddered, reaching one hand out blindly to grasp Olivia's forearm and squeeze.
Liz wasn't inside yet, and Casey needed it. She could feel the delicate fingertips playing across her folds, and she whined, trying to force Liz to touch her harder. All that did was earn her a gentle slap across the face from Olivia, and she pouted, quickly shaking her head. She knew Olivia was going to tell Liz to stop. "Nonononono," she begged. "Please, I'll do better, oh God fuck, please Liz... PLEASE!" she shouted in frustration, on the verge of tears. It was so unfair for them to get her so worked up and then make her beg like this! Liz still wasn't going. She was stroking one fingertip lightly back and forth, barely touching at all. Case could *feel* the smirks that were playing back and forth between Liz and Olivia. "Pleee-ease," she whined, burying her face in her arms. "What do you want me to say that I haven't already said?"
When she got no response, she went limp across the table, a few tears sliding down her cheeks. They were just going to play with her, no matter what she said it wouldn't be right.
As soon as Liz felt Casey give in, she penetrated smoothly with three fingers, thrusting in deep, drowning in the redhead's natural lubrication.
Casey yelped and her eyes shot open, then closed again as a long, low moan was pulled from her throat. "Aghhhhh, thank you," she groaned, more tears leaking from under her closed eyelids.
"Olivia?" Liz asked matter-of-factly as she began to pump her fingers in and out at a leisurely pace. "Is it acceptable to go... here?"
"She gets a little nervous about that. Don't you Case?" Olivia asked, petting Casey's hair as if she weren't asking her an incredibly embarrassing question.
Casey reeeeally didn't want to answer, but she also reeeeally didn't want the fucking to stop. "Yes," she admitted, blushing hotly, glad she didn't have to look at either one of them.
"So I'd stay away from that area if you want to take her for a good ride," Liv said with a twinkle in her eyes. "Why don't you tell Liz what you do like, baby?"
"Ohhhhh, Olivia pleeeeease," Casey wailed, throwing one arm over her face even though her eyes were already closed. She was momentarily distracted by Liz's wonderfully thrusting fingers, but a sharp voice nipped that in the bud.
"Should I stop?"
"Gah, no! Don't stop, don't stop, pleasefuckohhhh, don't stop..."
"Then tell her what you like, doll," Olivia insisted, playing with Casey's hair.
Casey growled and braced herself as Liz gave a particularly forceful stroke, then started to answer as she continued rocking her hips. "I like," she gasped, finding it was getting more difficult to speak. "H-having my hair pulled. I-- I like being spanked." She knew that if she didn't tell everything, Olivia would tell for her, and then her lover probably wouldn't let her come, so she confessed all of the kinky things she enjoyed. "I like-- I like it when Liv slaps me, I like it when she makes me take things I don't think I can... I like being fucked really hard sometimes, and sometimes really soft... please, is that enough?"
Liz leaned over and pulled Casey's earlobe between her teeth, nibbling it as she let a hot breath of air caress Casey's neck. "It's almost enough," she hissed in a whisper, biting down a bit harder on the redhead's lobe. "I know there's one more thing you don't want to tell me about, but that's okay, Casey. You've been a good girl, and I'm going to make you come now. You've earned it."
Casey almost cried with relief at hearing those words, and she moaned quietly, enjoying the gentle assault on her very sensitive earlobe.
"Olivia, if you wouldn't mind," Liz said, and she knew that she wouldn't have to explain what she meant. Olivia knew.
Liv nodded and dropped on all fours, crawling around the desk so she could wriggle between Casey's legs and help out with her mouth.
Between the two of them, Casey had no fucking chance. She was coming within seconds, all over Liz's fingers and into Olivia's waiting mouth. God, it was amazing... having Liz's fingers inside her and Liv's tongue sliding back and forth over her clit... there were no words. Hell there was barely even a *feeling* to define that experience. But damn, it was good, and yes, she screamed. She didn't go for a name... she just screamed. And then she collapsed, grateful that she was bent over the desk or she would have fallen and crushed Liv.