Issues 8/?
OMG, I am so, so, soooo sorry that I haven't updated anything in so long! I'm working on a bunch of stuff but not really finished with anything, except this chapter of Issues (obviously. lol) Thanks for your patience, and big hugs and spankings for everybody!
Chapter Eight
Olivia felt a shudder run through her entire body. "I..." she started to speak, but realized she didn't know what she was going to say.
Casey walked closer, climbing onto her knees on the bed, straddling Liv's abs, and leaned down to whisper against her lover's trembling lips. "I won't hurt you, baby... if it's too big, I'll pull out, okay? Trust me?" She brought one hand up to smooth Liv's hair back off her face, offering a loving smile.
Olivia leaned her face into the touch, nodding her consent. She did trust Casey, and oh God, if she could take all of that, she'd be really impressed with herself. "Okay," she said softly, looking up at Casey and nodding again.
Casey smiled and kissed the detective sweetly. "So... fucking... delicious," she repeated, sitting back up and finally showing off what she was holding in her left hand. Two lengths of nylon rope.
Olivia whimpered when she saw the rope, gripping the bedposts tighter. Her breathing picked up before Casey had even started to bind her wrists. She knew Case would never hurt her, but with everything she saw in her line of work, she was pretty nervous about being tied up. It could be sexy, and she was definitely okay with trying it, but that didn't keep her body from shaking.
Casey, as a responsible top should do, noticed the change in Olivia's breathing, and laid the rope down on the bed next to her lover. "Sweetheart," she soothed, cupping Liv's face in her hands and looking into her eyes, "the knots will come undone with one tug, you just have to say the word." She stroked Liv's cheeks with her thumbs, watching her carefully. "But if you're not ready, we--"
"I'm ready," Olivia interrupted, before she lost her nerve.
"Are you really ready, or are you just afraid of disappointing me?" Casey asked, tilting her head to the side.
Liv blushed, feeling exposed under the scrutinous gaze, and thought about the answer to that. Finally she gave a slow nod. "You're right," she said, barely above a whisper.
"I thought so," Casey said with a nod of her own. "We'll try it another time, baby. And I'm not disappointed." Her sincere expression transformed into a sly grin. "I'm still gonna fuck you senseless." She climbed off of Liv and inclined her head toward the nightstand. "Get me the lube out of the top drawer."
It took the detective a moment to deduce whether Casey was serious about that, and it turned out she was. Oh, God. Was it possible to blush so hard you forgot your own name? Because if it was, then she had no idea who she was as she sat up and reached over, opening the drawer and searching around in it until she came up with the requested lube. She refused to look at Casey as she held it out to her.
"Look at me," Casey said as she plucked the lube from Liv's hand.
Olivia shook her head, too flustered and embarrassed to look at her lover. She felt fingers digging into her jaw as Casey firmly took hold of her and forced her to comply. "Sorry," she breathed, knowing right away that Casey wasn't pleased. She quickly flicked her eyes up to look into two sparkling emeralds. "I'm sorry, I'm just embarrassed," she admitted quietly.
"I understand that, but you still need to obey," Casey said in a scolding tone, but a tone that also let Liv know she wasn't angry.
"Yes. Of course," the detective said immediately, nodding earnestly despite the grip on her chin.
"Good girl," the attorney said with a smile, letting go of Liv's chin and pushing up onto her knees in front of the detective. She opened the bottle of lube and squeezed a quarter-sized amount into her right hand, then flipped the lid closed with her left and handed it back to Olivia.
Olivia took the bottle absently, her eyes fixed on Casey's hands as they traveled downward and gripped the base of the sparkly red dildo, then spread the cold gel evenly down the shaft and coated the 'head'. She wiped her hand off on the comforter behind her and then grinned like a predatory cat down at her lover. "Your turn Livvy... get yourself all nice and slippery for me."
Olivia's throat went dry, her mouth dropping open in shock. Did Casey actually just say that to her? She couldn't help a quiet groan as she fumbled with the lid of the bottle. On second thought, she probably didn't need any lube, she was pretty wet already, but she didn't want to disobey again. Her hands were shaking. It was hard to get the lube open.
Casey continued to grin, getting on all fours over Olivia and dropping her head down to kiss the smooth expanse of the detective's abs. She used her teeth to nip gently at Olivia's hips, while she used one hand to grip each muscled thigh and force them further apart. She lifted her head out of the way so Olivia could do as she was asked.
Liv's hands were still shaking as she finally popped the lid and squeezed a fair amount into the palm of her right hand, then placed the bottle back on the nightstand. She closed her eyes tightly as she reached between her legs, but they snapped back open when she felt a sharp slap land on the inside of one thigh. "Ow!" she gasped, staring at the ceiling, getting the hint that she was not to close her eyes again.
The lube was cold, and she gently applied it, feeling Casey's gaze on her hand even though she was staring at the ceiling. She mimicked the attorney's actions when she was finished, wiping her hand on the comforter, and then was pretty much at a loss for what to do. Her eyes wandered to the red sparkles between Casey's legs, and again she received a slap on her thigh.
"Stop looking at it... it's not going to be fucking you. I am. Whatever you feel is from me, it's because I'm letting you feel it, and for right now, this is just an extension of me, do you understand?"
Olivia shivered, growing even wetter at the sensually dominant tone of Casey's voice. The redhead was so sure of herself, so smooth and decisive. She gave a nod, focusing her eyes on Casey's intense, beautiful face. "Yes," she said in a shaky voice, doing her best to control herself.
"Good," Casey whispered, crawling on top of Olivia and gently pinning her wrists, one on either side of her head, then slowly stroking down the detective's forearms, over her elbows, and back up toward her shoulders with featherlight strokes. When she dug her fingernails into the flesh between Liv's neck and shoulders, she felt her lover's hips jerk upward and then settle down again. "You're so beautiful," she murmured into Olivia's ear, taking the lobe between her teeth for a little feast. "And you taste so good."
Liv arched slightly into Casey, craving a firmer touch. It had taken about thirty seconds for Casey to get her all keyed up again... just feeling her lover's lips anywhere near her skin gave her goosebumps and made her stomach muscles twist with jolts of pleasure.
Casey loved the way Olivia responded to her, and she crawled up so her knees were astride Liv's hips. Slowly she lowered herself down on top of her lover, trapping the strap-on between their stomachs.
Liv gasped as she felt the hardness pressing into her stomach. The silicone was warm and slippery from the lube, and the foreign sensation of an erection against her belly started sending pulses of soft heat through her core. Not that she hadn't used a strap-on before... but never like this.
"It'll be nothing like a man, I promise," Casey purred into Liv's ear, and grinned when she felt the jerk of her lover's hips against her own. "Spread your legs, baby," she urged, dropping her head to Liv's chest and sweetly tonguing a nipple to an almost painful stiffness.
Olivia didn't need to be asked twice - her head was spinning with anticipation. She immediately slid her thighs apart far enough to easily accommodate Casey's hips. She was almost panting with arousal, dying to feel Casey inside her. She was still amazed at how quickly the attorney could work her into a frenzy, but she loved it. She loved the power Casey had over her. Oh God, she definitely didn't need the lube. Especially when she felt gentle fingers circling her clit.
"What do you feel?" Casey asked, her eyes finding and holding Liv's. She slid one finger inside her lover as she asked the question, groaning softly at the way Liv's pussy seemed to swallow it.
Olivia moaned, her eyes rolling back as she struggled to put the feelings into words. "I feel... I feel you," she gasped breathlessly, arching up off the bed as Casey rewarded her with a second finger.
That answer was delicious, and Casey thrust her fingers slowly in and out a few times, then removed them and settled her weight between Olivia's legs. "Yes, you feel me," she purred, rubbing the head of her toy up and down the detective's warm, wet slit.
Olivia noticed the change and tensed her thighs instinctively.
"Relax, it's still me, baby," Casey soothed her, placing sweet little kisses over Liv's forehead and cheeks.
"I know," Liv breathed, forcing her muscles to relax. "Instinct," she complained.
Casey smiled and kissed her with such tenderness that she would have melted if she hadn't already.
The redhead supported herself with one very strong arm, reaching the other down to help guide her inside.
Liv cried out in pleasure, then groaned low in her throat as Casey pushed all the way in. It was amazing, the way the ADA was making it feel. She was so full, her stomach twitching at the welcome invasion. Casey's lips were on her ear, whispering a question.
"Now what do you feel?"
Liv growled, lifting her hips as she answered. "I still feel *you*, Casey... so much of you..."
Casey's groin tightened at that, and she inched her way out, reveling in the whimpering that Olivia continued until she pushed back in. There was nothing sexier than a whimpering Olivia Benson. Nothing.
Casey started a smooth rhythm inside her, and Liv was seeing stars before she even started coming. It was tight, and hot, and Casey was making the most divine noises, and the multitude of sensations was overwhelming.
Casey thrust hard, at the same time teasing her lover's clit with one fingertip, and she watched the beautiful play of emotions flutter across Olivia's face as she came, writhing on the sheets and screaming Casey's name.
As she slowly started to come down from the orgasmic high she was riding, Casey slid out and in again, giving a sharp pinch to her clit and she came again, yelling in surprise as she crashed over the edge a second time. Holy shit! She hadn't expected that. She couldn't take any more, it felt too good. "Oh God, Casey," she hissed desperately. "No more, you have all of me..."
Casey felt her barriers breaking, and tears stung her eyes at the raw, open admission. Olivia laid everything bare for her, on multiple occasions, and the detective had definitely managed to get into her heart. She carefully pulled out and unbuckled the harness, removing it and setting it aside, and then laid down beside Olivia, pulling her close and holding her tight.
Chapter Eight
Olivia felt a shudder run through her entire body. "I..." she started to speak, but realized she didn't know what she was going to say.
Casey walked closer, climbing onto her knees on the bed, straddling Liv's abs, and leaned down to whisper against her lover's trembling lips. "I won't hurt you, baby... if it's too big, I'll pull out, okay? Trust me?" She brought one hand up to smooth Liv's hair back off her face, offering a loving smile.
Olivia leaned her face into the touch, nodding her consent. She did trust Casey, and oh God, if she could take all of that, she'd be really impressed with herself. "Okay," she said softly, looking up at Casey and nodding again.
Casey smiled and kissed the detective sweetly. "So... fucking... delicious," she repeated, sitting back up and finally showing off what she was holding in her left hand. Two lengths of nylon rope.
Olivia whimpered when she saw the rope, gripping the bedposts tighter. Her breathing picked up before Casey had even started to bind her wrists. She knew Case would never hurt her, but with everything she saw in her line of work, she was pretty nervous about being tied up. It could be sexy, and she was definitely okay with trying it, but that didn't keep her body from shaking.
Casey, as a responsible top should do, noticed the change in Olivia's breathing, and laid the rope down on the bed next to her lover. "Sweetheart," she soothed, cupping Liv's face in her hands and looking into her eyes, "the knots will come undone with one tug, you just have to say the word." She stroked Liv's cheeks with her thumbs, watching her carefully. "But if you're not ready, we--"
"I'm ready," Olivia interrupted, before she lost her nerve.
"Are you really ready, or are you just afraid of disappointing me?" Casey asked, tilting her head to the side.
Liv blushed, feeling exposed under the scrutinous gaze, and thought about the answer to that. Finally she gave a slow nod. "You're right," she said, barely above a whisper.
"I thought so," Casey said with a nod of her own. "We'll try it another time, baby. And I'm not disappointed." Her sincere expression transformed into a sly grin. "I'm still gonna fuck you senseless." She climbed off of Liv and inclined her head toward the nightstand. "Get me the lube out of the top drawer."
It took the detective a moment to deduce whether Casey was serious about that, and it turned out she was. Oh, God. Was it possible to blush so hard you forgot your own name? Because if it was, then she had no idea who she was as she sat up and reached over, opening the drawer and searching around in it until she came up with the requested lube. She refused to look at Casey as she held it out to her.
"Look at me," Casey said as she plucked the lube from Liv's hand.
Olivia shook her head, too flustered and embarrassed to look at her lover. She felt fingers digging into her jaw as Casey firmly took hold of her and forced her to comply. "Sorry," she breathed, knowing right away that Casey wasn't pleased. She quickly flicked her eyes up to look into two sparkling emeralds. "I'm sorry, I'm just embarrassed," she admitted quietly.
"I understand that, but you still need to obey," Casey said in a scolding tone, but a tone that also let Liv know she wasn't angry.
"Yes. Of course," the detective said immediately, nodding earnestly despite the grip on her chin.
"Good girl," the attorney said with a smile, letting go of Liv's chin and pushing up onto her knees in front of the detective. She opened the bottle of lube and squeezed a quarter-sized amount into her right hand, then flipped the lid closed with her left and handed it back to Olivia.
Olivia took the bottle absently, her eyes fixed on Casey's hands as they traveled downward and gripped the base of the sparkly red dildo, then spread the cold gel evenly down the shaft and coated the 'head'. She wiped her hand off on the comforter behind her and then grinned like a predatory cat down at her lover. "Your turn Livvy... get yourself all nice and slippery for me."
Olivia's throat went dry, her mouth dropping open in shock. Did Casey actually just say that to her? She couldn't help a quiet groan as she fumbled with the lid of the bottle. On second thought, she probably didn't need any lube, she was pretty wet already, but she didn't want to disobey again. Her hands were shaking. It was hard to get the lube open.
Casey continued to grin, getting on all fours over Olivia and dropping her head down to kiss the smooth expanse of the detective's abs. She used her teeth to nip gently at Olivia's hips, while she used one hand to grip each muscled thigh and force them further apart. She lifted her head out of the way so Olivia could do as she was asked.
Liv's hands were still shaking as she finally popped the lid and squeezed a fair amount into the palm of her right hand, then placed the bottle back on the nightstand. She closed her eyes tightly as she reached between her legs, but they snapped back open when she felt a sharp slap land on the inside of one thigh. "Ow!" she gasped, staring at the ceiling, getting the hint that she was not to close her eyes again.
The lube was cold, and she gently applied it, feeling Casey's gaze on her hand even though she was staring at the ceiling. She mimicked the attorney's actions when she was finished, wiping her hand on the comforter, and then was pretty much at a loss for what to do. Her eyes wandered to the red sparkles between Casey's legs, and again she received a slap on her thigh.
"Stop looking at it... it's not going to be fucking you. I am. Whatever you feel is from me, it's because I'm letting you feel it, and for right now, this is just an extension of me, do you understand?"
Olivia shivered, growing even wetter at the sensually dominant tone of Casey's voice. The redhead was so sure of herself, so smooth and decisive. She gave a nod, focusing her eyes on Casey's intense, beautiful face. "Yes," she said in a shaky voice, doing her best to control herself.
"Good," Casey whispered, crawling on top of Olivia and gently pinning her wrists, one on either side of her head, then slowly stroking down the detective's forearms, over her elbows, and back up toward her shoulders with featherlight strokes. When she dug her fingernails into the flesh between Liv's neck and shoulders, she felt her lover's hips jerk upward and then settle down again. "You're so beautiful," she murmured into Olivia's ear, taking the lobe between her teeth for a little feast. "And you taste so good."
Liv arched slightly into Casey, craving a firmer touch. It had taken about thirty seconds for Casey to get her all keyed up again... just feeling her lover's lips anywhere near her skin gave her goosebumps and made her stomach muscles twist with jolts of pleasure.
Casey loved the way Olivia responded to her, and she crawled up so her knees were astride Liv's hips. Slowly she lowered herself down on top of her lover, trapping the strap-on between their stomachs.
Liv gasped as she felt the hardness pressing into her stomach. The silicone was warm and slippery from the lube, and the foreign sensation of an erection against her belly started sending pulses of soft heat through her core. Not that she hadn't used a strap-on before... but never like this.
"It'll be nothing like a man, I promise," Casey purred into Liv's ear, and grinned when she felt the jerk of her lover's hips against her own. "Spread your legs, baby," she urged, dropping her head to Liv's chest and sweetly tonguing a nipple to an almost painful stiffness.
Olivia didn't need to be asked twice - her head was spinning with anticipation. She immediately slid her thighs apart far enough to easily accommodate Casey's hips. She was almost panting with arousal, dying to feel Casey inside her. She was still amazed at how quickly the attorney could work her into a frenzy, but she loved it. She loved the power Casey had over her. Oh God, she definitely didn't need the lube. Especially when she felt gentle fingers circling her clit.
"What do you feel?" Casey asked, her eyes finding and holding Liv's. She slid one finger inside her lover as she asked the question, groaning softly at the way Liv's pussy seemed to swallow it.
Olivia moaned, her eyes rolling back as she struggled to put the feelings into words. "I feel... I feel you," she gasped breathlessly, arching up off the bed as Casey rewarded her with a second finger.
That answer was delicious, and Casey thrust her fingers slowly in and out a few times, then removed them and settled her weight between Olivia's legs. "Yes, you feel me," she purred, rubbing the head of her toy up and down the detective's warm, wet slit.
Olivia noticed the change and tensed her thighs instinctively.
"Relax, it's still me, baby," Casey soothed her, placing sweet little kisses over Liv's forehead and cheeks.
"I know," Liv breathed, forcing her muscles to relax. "Instinct," she complained.
Casey smiled and kissed her with such tenderness that she would have melted if she hadn't already.
The redhead supported herself with one very strong arm, reaching the other down to help guide her inside.
Liv cried out in pleasure, then groaned low in her throat as Casey pushed all the way in. It was amazing, the way the ADA was making it feel. She was so full, her stomach twitching at the welcome invasion. Casey's lips were on her ear, whispering a question.
"Now what do you feel?"
Liv growled, lifting her hips as she answered. "I still feel *you*, Casey... so much of you..."
Casey's groin tightened at that, and she inched her way out, reveling in the whimpering that Olivia continued until she pushed back in. There was nothing sexier than a whimpering Olivia Benson. Nothing.
Casey started a smooth rhythm inside her, and Liv was seeing stars before she even started coming. It was tight, and hot, and Casey was making the most divine noises, and the multitude of sensations was overwhelming.
Casey thrust hard, at the same time teasing her lover's clit with one fingertip, and she watched the beautiful play of emotions flutter across Olivia's face as she came, writhing on the sheets and screaming Casey's name.
As she slowly started to come down from the orgasmic high she was riding, Casey slid out and in again, giving a sharp pinch to her clit and she came again, yelling in surprise as she crashed over the edge a second time. Holy shit! She hadn't expected that. She couldn't take any more, it felt too good. "Oh God, Casey," she hissed desperately. "No more, you have all of me..."
Casey felt her barriers breaking, and tears stung her eyes at the raw, open admission. Olivia laid everything bare for her, on multiple occasions, and the detective had definitely managed to get into her heart. She carefully pulled out and unbuckled the harness, removing it and setting it aside, and then laid down beside Olivia, pulling her close and holding her tight.