Vigilante 14-15/?
Chapter Fourteen
"Your place or mine?" Casey asked as they both slid into the back of a cab.
"Whichever's closer," Olivia murmured, finding herself staring at Casey's beautiful face as the cab driver pulled away from the curb.
Casey grinned and gave the driver Olivia's address, and once he'd acknowledged that he knew how to get there, Casey turned her focus back to Olivia. "I have never been this wet. It makes me so wet to know you're fucking *aching* for me to touch you," she said in a hushed tone, her own need finally cracking the surface and shining in her eyes as she whispered her admission.
Olivia's breath caught in her throat, a strong pulse drawing attention to itself between her thighs... so much so that she pressed them tightly together, trying to keep Casey's influence out until they were at least inside her building. She had never wanted someone to touch her so badly. She normally couldn't really care less about intimacy. She didn't have the time or the interest. The few people she had tried to date were boring. Maybe because she had been comparing them all to what she imagined Casey to be like as a date, and they all fell short. Even her fantasy Casey didn't come close to the real, living, breathing Casey sitting next to her in the cab. She was so lost in her thoughts that she hadn't noticed Casey move closer to her, and warm breath on her ear startled her back to reality.
"*Are* you aching for me to touch you, Olivia?" the ADA asked hotly, capturing Liv's earlobe between her teeth and tugging gently.
"You know the answer to that," Olivia breathed, tilting her head slightly to the side to allow Casey further access to her ear, cheek, and whatever else she wanted. And it was a good thing the cab came to a stop at that moment, because Olivia had no doubt that Casey wanted access to more than was visible in public. They paid the driver and got out, and as soon as the elevator door closed behind them, Casey had Liv against the wall, knee pushed between her legs, wrists pinned above her head, the whole length of her body pressed along the detective's.
"I want to be inside you," Casey confessed breathlessly, capturing Olivia's lips in a soft yet bruisingly passionate kiss. Olivia moaned loudly into the kiss, weak in the knees all over again, grateful for Casey's body pressed so tightly to hers, holding her upright. How did the woman affect her so intensely, so completely, that one touch or even just words could make her mind defy gravity and her body defy her mind?
The elevator dinged and came to a stop, the doors opening onto Olivia's floor. Flashing a sexy smile, Casey lifted Olivia into her arms with a surprising show of strength and carried her down the hallway, setting her carefully on her feet in front of the apartment door.
Olivia felt swept off her feet in the metaphorical sense as well as the literal, and she closed her eyes for a moment, leaning backward into Casey and taking a few relaxed breaths before even attempting to get her keys into the lock.
Mission accomplished, both women inside Olivia's apartment and the door locked behind them, they took off their shoes, set their purses and such down on the coffee table and turned to look at each other.
In a rare moment of social liberation, Olivia declared brazenly, "I want you inside me, too, Case." Her fingers were already fumbling with the button of her slacks, and it was proving a difficult task. She was about to give up when she felt warm, strong fingers cover her own and work the button loose. She had been trying so hard not to look at Casey that the redhead was easily able to close the distance between them without notice. Liv jumped a little, but more out of nerves than surprise, and sighed gratefully as Casey tackled the button for her.
The zipper came next, and Casey dropped to her knees in front of the detective. Her fingers curled between the waistband and the soft skin of Olivia's stomach, pulling both her pants and panties down over her hips. The ADA's lips descended on the newly revealed flesh just above Olivia's soft curls, pressing tender, open-mouthed kisses there as her hands continued to work the garments down Liv's legs so she could step out of them. But Olivia couldn't move, or breathe, or do anything except train all of her senses on Casey's mouth and the feelings it was sparking on her stomach. And moan. She could moan.
Casey took a deep breath, murmuring her appreciation of Olivia's arousal, and she slid her way across a taut stomach to mark the skin of Olivia's right hip with her teeth. She could hear Liv's shallow breathing, feel it against her lips and tongue as she nipped and bit Olivia's flesh.
Liv was almost gone... fingers threaded tightly in Casey's hair, hands shaking, she was holding onto control by a very thin thread. "Casey please," she begged in a hoarse, raspy whisper. "Kiss me there..."
Casey groaned, the request sending a spiral of white-hot heat down her spine that settled between her legs, and she licked her way down Liv's hip, across the outside of one thigh, her own breathing ragged now as she whispered, "kiss you where?"
Olivia let out a frustrated growl, pulling Casey's hair. Casey gasped, quickly tilted her head back to alleviate the pressure, and then purred like a cat on the prowl, leaning back in and wrapping her teeth around a muscled inner thigh. She bit hard, and Olivia yelled, and then somehow they managed to make it to the bedroom.
Casey shoved Olivia backward onto the bed and climbed atop her, straddling her hips and staring down into rich brown eyes dilated with desire. She slowly pushed Olivia's shirt up and over her head, pulling it off of her arms and tossing it aside. Next she made quick work of Liv's lacy bra, tossing that aside as well. She then moved back to sit on her knees and issued a simple command. "Spread your legs."
Olivia had no problems with that and she parted her thighs willingly, reaching behind herself with her hands to grab the headboard. She thought Casey would like that. Casey did.
The ADA ducked her head down and bathed Liv's bruised thigh with loving kisses... she had nearly broken the skin with her bite and it had left a lovely dark purple and red mark with the outline of her teeth in the middle. Liv hissed as it was irritated by even the gentle touch, and pulled her thigh away from Casey's mouth. "Not where I want you," she observed in a low voice.
Casey grinned and flicked her tongue over Liv's swollen clit, just a brief touch and then she withdrew, leaving Olivia straining for harder contact. "I know where you want me," she replied saucily... and stopped just short of adding 'because that's where I've wanted to be for the past two years'.
"Casey Novak, if I have to move my hands, you're going to be sorry," Olivia warned, a fire burning behind her lustrous brown eyes.
Casey closed her eyes and let out a soft gasp at the implications of that sentence, which did not go unnoticed by the detective, but the ADA decided not to test out the authenticity just yet. She wanted to taste Olivia so badly... and she didn't want to wait anymore, either.
Casey pried Liv's thighs further apart with a firm grip and buried her face between them, snaking her tongue deep inside without hesitation. She was rewarded with the sexiest fucking sound out of Olivia's mouth that she had ever heard in her life. She didn't know the detective was even capable of sounding like that, and her entire body shivered as she licked and tasted every inch inside of Olivia that she could reach. She smelled and felt and tasted so good, Casey thought she might faint, struggling to pull out and swallow as much wetness as possible. She didn't normally swallow anything, but with Olivia... God, she couldn't get enough.
The first touch of Casey's tongue sent Olivia spiraling toward oblivion, but she held onto her wits tightly, wanting to feel as much of Casey's mouth as she could before she let go. There were no words to describe the way Casey was making her feel... even the feral noises she was making didn't do the redhead's tongue justice. She bucked her hips wildly, trying to draw Casey even further inside her, needing all of her, in, over, under, through, between, beyond... Somewhere in her pleasurable deliruim she noted fingers being slid inside her, and she rocked her hips harder, crying out louder, sweat dripping down her forehead and running into her hair. When warm, soft lips covered her clit and sucked, a scream tore from her throat and the world exploded into colors, eluding and consuming her all at once, wracking her entire body with ecstasy. She shuddered hard and then relaxed, flooding Casey's mouth with her release, which the counselor eagerly accepted. Fingers stayed inside her for another moment or two before being slowly withdrawn, and then the ADA was kissing her way up Liv's body to lie beside her, taking the naked detective in her arms and kissing her sweetly.
Olivia could taste herself on Casey's tongue, and she finally let go of the headboard, running her fingers through Casey's hair and squeezing it into two fistfuls at the nape of her neck. Casey purred, tracing Liv's lips with her tongue and letting her eyes drift closed. "I like that," she admitted, though it was clearly obvious.
They laid there in silence for several long minutes, and once Olivia had her voice back, and control over all her limbs, she managed a sated smirk. "I know. What else do you like, Counselor?"
Casey had almost forgotten what they were talking about... she had been on the verge of falling asleep in their embrace. She murmured sleepily, "I'm not going to give away all my secrets."
Olivia smiled and kissed her softly. "Oh no? Let me guess, then. You like to take control of your lovers because you desperately want them to take control of you... but no one has ever been good enough to do it."
Casey was surprised, and it showed on her face, which made Olivia laugh and kiss her cheek, then her jaw, then her lips. "I'm a detective," she reminded the ADA. "And a damn good one. Just because you're fucking me senseless doesn't mean I can't notice what's behind the scenes."
Casey returned the kiss, her face coloring slightly. She tried to cover up her embarrassment with sarcasm. "Huang would be proud."
Olivia suddenly flipped Casey onto her back and was on all fours above her, looking down into her eyes with a teasing expression. "So what is it, Casey? What do you like?" She ran a single fingertip down Casey's bare collarbone, stopping where her dress met her cleavage.
The ADA shivered and bit her lower lip nervously. How the fuck could Olivia be so observant when she was bucking and moaning on the bed, coming in her mouth? You'd think her focus would be all on that. "I, I don't know," she confessed honestly. She had a hundred thousand fantasies, but had never encountered anyone that had the potential to make them real. So she knew what she *thought* she'd like, but not what she liked.
"No one's ever stuck it to you," Olivia said knowingly. "Well there's a first time for everything, isn't there, Counselor?" She grinned and moved off of Casey, sitting on the edge of the bed. "Stand up and take off your dress," she commanded with an aire of confidence that only Olivia Benson could pull off. Probably because she *was* that confident. And with good reason. Casey's awestruck expression caused her to lift an eyebrow. "Did you hear me, Casey?"
"Yes, I, I, whyimean I didn..." Casey stopped trying to speak coherently. She was floored. And extremely wet. And tongue-tied, which no one had ever managed to do to the mouthy attorney before.
Olivia spoke smoothly. "If you heard me, then why are you still on the bed?"
"B-because I--" Casey shook her head, blushing hotly, and gave Olivia one more curiously shocked glance before sliding off of the bed and taking hold of the hem of her dress with shaking hands.
"No," Olivia barked. "Start at the top."
With every second that passed, Olivia was proving herself to be a masterful participant in turning Casey's fantasies into something within reach. She had never dared voice her desires to anyone before... certainly none of her lovers, and not even any of her friends. Not even to herself most of the time. She thought she did a damn good job of hiding them, too... and she did enjoy being on the proverbial top side, so it wasn't just a cover. But Olivia... Olivia was a worthy challenger. Maybe she could let go with Olivia. The twist in roles was sudden, but not unwelcome, Casey realized... and it didn't feel forced no matter how quickly it had happened. One minute Olivia was begging her, screaming her name, and ten minutes later she was one hundred percent in control of the situation. With anyone else it might have seemed superficial, but Olivia was a cop, and she was also perfect.
The ADA released the hem and moved her hands up to the straps of the dress, sliding them off her shoulders and allowing the garment to slip smoothly from her body, pooling at her feet. She hadn't worn a bra, and her panties matched her dress - red satin. She looked at Olivia, who was appraising her body with a hungry leer that made her feel self-conscious and incredibly sexy at the same time.
"Turn around," Olivia ordered, folding her hands behind her head and crossing her legs at the ankle, unmindful of her own nakedness as she stared at her trembling lover. "Slowly."
Casey struggled to breathe as a feeling of terrified excitement washed over her. She slowly did as Olivia told her, until she was facing the bedroom wall, her back to the detective. She didn't know what to do with her hands, so she let them rest at her sides.
"Your ass is delicious, Counselor," Olivia commented, thoroughly enjoying how the tables had turned. "Take off your panties."
Casey realized the command would have her bending over in front of Olivia, fully exposed, and an embarrassed shiver ran through her body as she complied. She stepped out of the panties and stood back up, still facing the wall, her cheeks glowing with warmth.
Liv sat up and moved to the edge of the bed, her legs slightly parted so that Casey could stand between them. "Turn around and come here, Casey," she said, her voice a bit softer now, laced with not only lust but also affection.
The ADA turned and looked anywhere but at Olivia as she walked the few steps to stand between Olivia's knees. She gasped when she felt Liv's hands reach up and tangle in her hair, pulling firmly as she wrapped her warm, soft lips around a straining nipple and sucked. They stayed like that for awhile, with Olivia alternating nipples, slowly working Casey up with her tender touches. Her kisses became a bit more insistent, and she slid one of her hands from Casey's hair, down over her shoulder and to her breasts, taking one in her hand and squeezing. Her fingernails raked along the sensitive flesh, and when she reached the nipple she took it between her thumb and forefinger, giving it a soft pinch that slowly turned hard until she had Casey whimpering in pleasurable pain. Keeping up the pressure with her fingers, she began to bite down on the ADA's other nipple, causing Casey to cry out and clench her hands into fists at her sides.
Olivia held the position for another few seconds before releasing both nipples abruptly, watching intently as they swelled with the return of circulating blood. Casey groaned and arched her back, biting her lip hard to keep from yelling. She wasn't used to this kind of touch, but she was finding out just how much she liked it.
"Do you want to lay down?" Olivia asked, grinning as she looked up at Casey's flushed face.
"Y-yes," Casey nodded, as she was afraid her legs wouldn't hold her much longer.
Olivia stood up and took Casey's face in her left hand, giving her cheek a gentle slap with her right. "Yes what?" she asked ominously.
The ADA gasped in surprise, lifting her hand to her face, touching the spot Olivia had slapped... it wasn't hard, but it was unexpected, and Casey was a bit out of her element for a moment while she tried to think of what Olivia expected her to say. "Y-yes, please?" she stammered, letting her hand fall back to her side.
Olivia watched Casey very closely, gauging her reaction to the slap... confusion, but no fear, and no sign of protest. She shook her head at Casey's answer, patting her cheek a few times before giving it a slightly harder slap. "Try again, honey."
Casey's mind reeled, her cheek stinging a bit, a pulsing throbbing between her legs, but she didn't know what Olivia wanted. "I'm sorry, I don't know," she said honestly, dropping her eyes to the floor.
Olivia leaned in close to whisper in her ear, "Yes Ma'am would be a good start," she said sweetly, pressing a kiss to Casey's temple before she moved back to look at her.
"Oh," Casey breathed, trying to gain control of her rapidly beating heart, which was currently pounding so hard in her chest that she could hear it ringing inside her head. "Yes Ma'am," she answered, another hot blush rising to her face, the wetness between her legs growing at the statement. God, Olivia was good at this.
Olivia nodded her approval and awarded Casey a long, deep kiss before she moved aside to allow the ADA to lie down. "On your back," she said, giving Casey a little nudge toward the bed.
The redhead climbed onto the bed and laid down on her back, still trying to calm her racing heart. She swallowed hard and dared a glance at Olivia, who was watching her with silent appreciation.
"Grab the headboard," Olivia instructed, "and if you let go, I'll have to get a belt from my closet and teach you a lesson." Her voice dropped into a lilting drawl, and she grinned at Casey's wide-eyed expression, crawling onto the bed and sitting astride the ADA's thighs.
Casey's fingers curled around the iron bars and she gripped them tightly, promising herself she wouldn't let go. She didn't want to be punished, she wanted Olivia to have every reason to smile at her and reward her... she wouldn't mind being spanked, though. She had already gotten slapped twice and while she had liked it, she had also not liked disappointing Olivia. And then all thoughts left her mind because Olivia Benson's hot, wet tongue was sliding through her folds, parting her lips and pushing inside her, and all she could do was gasp and moan. It felt so incredibly fucking good, nothing in the world could even possibly hope to compare. Nimble fingers were pinching her nipples again, sending jolts of electricity straight into her clit, which the detective was sucking on as if it were her only sustenance.
Liv alternated between filling Casey with her tongue and sucking on her clit, keeping up the tight pinching of both nipples, until she felt Casey getting close. The quivering of her stomach was a sign of her impending orgasm, and Olivia wanted to make her see stars. She stopped everything at once, waited for a split second, and then brought one hand down, sliding two fingers smoothly inside while she sucked and nibbled the ADA's swollen clit, digging the fingernails of her left hand into Casey's skin and dragging them down her ribcage. All at the exact same moment, and Casey screamed, crashing hard over the edge, her entire body shuddering violently as tears streamed from her tightly closed eyes. Her thighs clenched tightly around Olivia's head, and the detective rode out the orgasm with her, pulling every last drop of pleasure from her dripping center before she slowed down, helping Casey to come back down, kissing and licking tenderly between her legs. Next her fingers gently came out, and she kissed her way up Casey's body to her lips, caressing the inside of the ADA's mouth with soft strokes of her tongue. She held Casey's face in her hands and wiped away the tears with her thumbs, murmuring words of reassurance, and finally pulled Casey firmly into her arms, urging the attorney to rest her head on her chest as she held her.
Casey's mind and body were exhausted, but she didn't want to sleep. She didn't want to let go of this moment, she wanted to draw it out for eternity and always remember how she felt right now. "I--you--I'm--Olivia, I--" she tried so hard to tell Olivia how she felt, that she loved her, but she choked on emotion and buried her head in the detective's neck instead, groaning inwardly at her lack of eloquence.
Olivia chuckled warmly and kissed the top of Casey's head. "We'll get to that," she promised. "Are you okay?"
Casey nodded against Liv's throat. Oh God, she was more than okay. She was in love.
Chapter Fifteen
(Warnings for chapter 15: SM and if you consider it to need a warning, then anal)
The ladies fell asleep in each other's arms, and it was about an hour later when Casey awoke from very pleasant dreams, and she snuggled closer to Liv, who had been awake for the past ten minutes just listening to Casey breathing in her sleep and marveling at the fact that she had the ADA naked in her bed.
"Well hey there," Olivia said, watching as Casey slowly emerged from her sleepy haze. "Pleasant dreams?"
"Yes," Casey answered with a blush, ducking her head against Liv's neck. She took a deep breath before going any further. "Olivia?"
"Yes, beautiful?" Liv replied casually, brushing a lock of hair back from Casey's forehead when the attorney finally looked at her.
That made Casey smile and she stole a quick kiss, then chewed her lip for a minute, then spoke again. "I was wondering if you could... I mean, earlier you said... you know... and I was curious, but I'm not sure, and I was wondering if you could maybe..."
Olivia was grinning like a cat, letting Casey squirm for a few moments before squeezing her tightly and silencing her with a kiss. "You want me to get my belt, is that it Counselor?" she asked lovingly.
Casey turned five shades of red and nodded. "Yes, Detective," she answered in a tiny voice.
Olivia pushed up on her elbows and indicated the closet with a nod of her head. "My belts are hanging in the closet. Go pick out a smooth one."
Casey's stomach attempted to crawl up through her throat, then flipped over and tried to strangle her, finally settling back into its supposed place, fluttering wildly as she stood from the bed, very aware of her nakedness and Olivia's eyes on her body as she walked slowly to the closet and looked inside. Olivia said a smooth one, so she disregarded the braided leather and took a plain black leather belt from its hanger, gripping it tightly with both hands as she turned and walked back to Olivia. "Is, is this a good one?" she asked, so softly that Olivia had to strain to hear her.
"Mhmm, good girl," Liv said with a confident smirk, reaching out to take the belt from Casey. She laid it across the foot of the bed and then sat up, swinging her legs over the edge and patting her thighs. "Let's start with my hand, come lay across my lap," she instructed.
Casey had to remind herself to breathe as she took the few steps to Olivia and carefully laid over her lap, burying her face in one of Liv's fluffy pillows. She was already wet, and she hoped Liv wouldn't notice. The detective hadn't even touched her yet, and she was rather embarrassed at reacting so strongly to something that hadn't even happened yet. But she imagined how it was going to feel, Olivia's hand smacking against her skin, and she shuddered with the anticipation.
Olivia began by running her fingertips along Casey's back, over her gorgeous ass, her legs, back up again, and then she brought her open palm down against Casey's left cheek, then the right, giving her a few love taps to get her used to the feeling.
Casey was already enjoying the attention, she folded her arms and rested her head on them with her eyes closed. "Mmm," she purred when Liv gave her the little love taps.
Olivia grinned and landed a firm swat to each cheek, then ran her palms softly over the slightly pink skin, massaging away the sting. She delighted in Casey's surprised gasp at both the swats and the rubbing. "You like that, Counselor?"
Casey groaned quietly and nodded her head.
Liv raised an eyebrow and rained a volley of stinging smacks down on Casey's backside. "I asked you a question, and I didn't hear your answer," she scolded, aiming one more hard swat right at the spot where Casey would sit. "Do...you...like...that, Counselor?" she repeated slowly, enunciating each word perfectly clearly.
Casey almost squealed at the assault, her face turning as red as her backside as she stammered quickly, "I'm sorry! I meant yes!"
Olivia continued spanking Casey with crisp, precise slaps, hard and quick, while she grabbed a handful of Casey's hair and pulled sharply. "What?"
Casey realized her mistake and her entire body shivered, her senses on overload, her ass stinging like hell and her pussy absolutely drenched. "Yes Ma'am," she whimpered.
Olivia purred at the whimpering tone Casey used, and leaned down to press a kiss to the ADA's left shoulder blade. She dragged her lips to the ADA's ear and whispered into it. "It's going to get worse from here, sweetheart..." She let her sentence trail off, waiting for Casey to give her a signal before she would proceed.
"Yes Ma'am," Casey answered breathlessly without hesitation, her pulse pounding in her ears like the beat of a bass drum.
Liv allowed herself a moment to just appreciate Casey's submission, and then she kissed the back of her head and straightened up again, letting her hand fall with more strength, placing the blows just far enough apart to be felt individually and just close enough to cause fires overlapping each other. The detective was strong, and she was making sure Casey felt it, occasionally straying down to redden her thighs with equally severe slaps.
Casey did her best to hold still, but it was hard. It hurt so fucking good, she thought she might come just from the spanking, and at the same time she couldn't help the tears streaming down her cheeks from the pain. It was like a paradoxical extreme, and she had never felt anything so intense in her life. Olivia was a fucking *queen*, and Casey felt like her princess. She was so warm inside she was afraid Liv could feel it through her pores. She was surprised to hear herself saying 'yes' every few seconds despite her tears. They were like the tears you can't hold back when something overwhelming grips you, even if it's something wonderful.
Liv slowed to a stop and reached for the belt, wrapping it several times around her right hand so that she had a shorter piece of leather to work with, then folded it in half to make a strap. She let Casey continue to cry for a few minutes, even gently stroking her hair to help her relax again. "How you doing?" she asked tenderly. She had forgotten how good it felt to do this. Casey was driving her insane with desire, and she was holding onto her self-control by a very thin thread. She would never actually lose it, but having the possibility hanging over her head gave her a very intense thrill. The sense of power rushed to her head, and to other parts of her body, but she didn't allow that to corrupt her thinking or make her abandon her empathy.
Casey had to swallow twice and take a deep, calming breath before she could answer. And her voice still came out raspy. "Good," she managed, and then quickly added, "Ma'am."
Liv leaned down and nibbled Casey's earlobe, then licked a trail around the outside of her ear. "Can you take more for me?"
The ADA shuddered, a soft moan leaving her lips without her permission. Even if she didn't feel like she could take any more, when Olivia asked if she could *for her*, Casey knew she'd take anything for Liv. "Y-yes Ma'am," she stammered, clutching the sheets tightly to steel herself.
Olivia purred, using the flat of her tongue to lick Casey's left cheek in a languid motion, then seamlessly sitting back up and running her fingernails down Casey's spine. "Excellent," she said in a low voice, and laid the leather across Casey's skin.
Casey whimpered again, slightly fearful but mostly just excited and devoted, and then she waited. It seemed like forever, and Olivia was doing nothing. Just resting the belt on her backside. Then suddenly the weight of the leather was gone, and by the time she realized Liv had lifted her hand, the implement connected solidly with her very sensitive ass, leaving a bright red stripe almost immediately afterward. She gave a loud yell, of both surprise and pain, and then sucked in a deep breath and held it, waiting for the next stroke.
Olivia rubbed her free hand over the angry stripe she'd made, then delivered a second one just below it. Her blows were perfectly aimed, and Casey's already gorgeous ass looked even more perfect to her. The edges of the red marks were slightly raised into welts and slowly turning purple. Liv traced them carefully with one fingertip and unwrapped the belt from her right hand, dropping it to the floor.
Casey yelled louder the second time, her fists clenching tighter, a white-knuckled grip on the sheets now, and she cried harder, breathed faster, and the throbbing between her legs was so insistent it was almost as painful as the throbbing in her ass. She had gotten Olivia's thighs wet, she could feel the slickness between their bodies, and that embarrassing fact only served to make her wetter. She buried her face in the sheets and cried, but she didn't squirm or tense up. She didn't want to give Olivia any reason to stop.
Slowly Casey realized that Liv was now just rubbing her back in soothing circles, murmuring soft words of praise about how good she was, how well she'd taken it, how proud she made Olivia, and the phrase that made her glow the most... '*my* good girl'. Olivia had called her hers. Her good girl. God, how Casey wanted to be Olivia's girl. Her tears started to slow, her breaths started to calm, and she relaxed her grip on the sheets. She was about to try to turn her head and look at Olivia when she felt one of Liv's fingers start exploring. She tensed immediately, her tears stopping abruptly in the face of what Olivia was about to do.
Olivia felt Casey tense, and she leaned over to kiss her cheek lovingly. "Case... tell me 'no' if you want me to stop. I won't be disappointed in you... you're my good girl no matter what you can or can't do. Do you understand?"
Casey nodded her head and whispered, "yes Ma'am", her sparkling green eyes finding Olivia's rich brown ones so close. She sighed contentedly when Liv's lips claimed hers in a very intimate, beautifully sweet kiss.
Olivia pulled back, searching Casey's eyes and waiting to hear a 'no', but when she didn't hear one, she grinned. Casey was unbelievable. So willing to explore, and so damn good at being the most tantalizing submissive Liv had ever encountered - inexperienced but not innocent... bold but not disrespectful... submissive but not passive. And so, so fucking hot. Hearing the ADA call her 'Ma'am' threatened to be Olivia's undoing. Never in a million years had she imagined that something like this could actually happen between them, yet here they were, and it was absolutely fucking amazing. Liv's head was swimming and she could most definitely get used to this turn of events. If Casey never left her bedroom she'd be a happy woman. Hell not just the bedroom - if Casey never left her side, she'd be blissfully happy. For now, though, for right this second, Liv had someone else's emotional state to worry about, not just her own. She put her thoughts on the back burner in order to fully focus on Casey, and on making this as good for the redhead as it was for Liv herself. She knew what a vulnerable position Casey had put herself into, and she was honored to be the one to take the ADA on her first journey into D/s... and apparently her first journey into anal sex as well. She waited for another minute or so to give Casey a chance to back out, but all she was getting from her lover was nervous acceptance. Someday maybe it would just be acceptance... without the nervousness. But she had to admit, the fact that Casey trusted her that much, even though she was nervous, was quite endearing.
Liv dipped her finger down further to coat it with Casey's wetness, then slowly dragged it back up and pushed her fingertip between the ADA's cheeks. Casey tensed all over again, and what was intended to be a small noise of protest turned into a loud, hissing gasp as the ADA felt Olivia enter her. She pushed up onto her hands, straightening her arms, about to say she couldn't do it when Liv pushed all the way in, and the surprise of how good it felt dropped her back to the bed. A low groan forced its way from deep in her throat, and she couldn't believe how different it felt from... other activities. She hadn't expected it to be this good. "Oh, my God," she mumbled, exhaling another groan and unintentionally pushing her hips up to accept Liv's gentle pressure.
Olivia growled her approval of Casey's noises, putting her left hand to work between the redhead's legs. She was dripping wet... so much that Liv was able to slip three fingers inside her with no resistance. She felt Casey's muscles clamp down around her hand, and her lover pushed up on her hands and knees again, this time for obviously different reasons than the last. The detective pumped her fingers in and out... all of them... and the way Casey was so elegantly wild captivated her like nothing she'd ever experienced. Her thumb brushing Casey's clit was the last straw, and the ADA gave a feral scream, throwing her head back, flaming red and gold tresses splaying across her shoulder blades as she arched hard into Olivia's touch, her body coiling tightly and releasing with a flood of wetness over Liv's skilled fingers. The explosion started between her legs and spread outward from there, enveloping her entire body and heart in first a searing hot, then a wonderfully warm glow. Wracking sobs overtook her as she came down from the majestic heights of her release, and she found herself cradled in Olivia's arms, kisses being planted all over her forehead and cheeks. She thought she heard Olivia say 'I love you' before she sank into an exhausted sleep, but things were very hazy and she couldn't be sure.
Olivia did whisper it, because it was true, and because she knew Casey wouldn't remember it when she woke up. Coming out of submissive headspace was like coming out of a heightened reality, and she knew it took a while of adjusting before you actually got your bearings back. That's why it was so important for her to just hold Casey close, make her feel safe, give her some time to process and float back down to earth. And with the beautiful woman now sleeping in her arms, she knew she had done just that.