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“Let’s play a game.”
With Olivia’s tongue wrapped around the head of Elliot’s cock, he would have agreed to anything. So, it’s no surprise he almost breaks his neck nodding his consent.
She traces the vein that runs along the underside of his dick before she corrects him, “Now, Detective, you know we use our words.”
He feels her teeth scrape a little after her admonishment, and it makes him hiss his answer “Yes, Captain.”
“Good boy. I’m going to cuff you, and we’re going to see long you can go without begging to fuck me. Sound good?”
He doesn’t answer right away, and not because he has reservations about the proposal. Absolutely not. It’s because at that exact moment, she takes all of him in her mouth, down her throat, once, twice, three times.
He would pull down the goddamn moon for her after that and she knows it. Her smug smile when she pulls away from his dick is proof.
She is a fucking tease and she is beautiful and she is his.
Finally.
Her hair is everywhere from his hands running through it. Her tits are spilling out of her bra. The matching thong has two thin straps on each side that are all tangled up. Most distractingly, her mouth and chin are shiny from a mix of her saliva and his precum.
He thinks she’s always gorgeous, but there’s something about seeing her messy that makes his cock ache.
“I’ll do anything you want, baby.”
She practically purrs when she says, “I know.”
Before he has a chance to do anything else, she’s hanging halfway off the bed, rummaging through the pile of clothes on the floor for what he assumes are a pair of cuffs.
The sight of her thick ass almost makes him call off the game. He suddenly wants to pull that thong off with his teeth. Wants to pound into her from behind with his hands full. Use his grip to spread her cheeks apart so he can watch her sex swallow his cock with every thrust.
The fantasy has him fisting his dick, grunting when he tightens his grip.
Olivia must finally find what she’s looking for because she shimmies back onto the bed with a wide smile that immediately turns into a scowl. Quick as anything, she smacks the back of Elliot’s hand and yanks it off his dick.
She leans forward right into his face, and drops her voice dangerously low, “That is mine, Detective. It belongs to me. You don’t get to touch anything anymore.”
The cuffs are already halfway on him when he groans out, “Yes, Captain.”
She crawls backward off the bed when she finishes restraining him. When she stands, she takes her time turning around, and then there’s that ass again in all its glory.
Jesus Christ.
Her hands reach behind her, and he’s not sure how she makes undoing her bra sexy, but she does. The sides of it fall open and she slowly takes one strap down, and then the other.
Before the bra even hits the ground, her hands are full of her own tits. He doesn’t even have to see them to know that she’s squeezing hard. He knows she loves the pressure of it, the weight of them spilling through her fingers, the sting of her nails biting into the flesh of them.
He is thankful to have seen the same thing many times at this point. He loves watching her wind herself up while she’s riding him, and she knows he loves to watch.
His moan answers hers when she starts to tug on her nipples. He can see her biceps moving back and forth, over and over again. He hears her gasp and he knows she must have twisted one or both, knows the edge of pain makes her wet.
Her fingers slip off her nipples, and she slides her hands down her body, hooking her thumbs into the small strips of fabric digging into her soft hips.
Olivia bends slightly to get them off and, fuck, Elliot can see the wet lips of her pussy. His mouth waters thinking about how she smells, how she tastes, when he’s face first between her legs.
He must have sworn out loud because she laughs as she kicks her underwear across the room, her voice fond when she says, “See something you like?”
What a damn understatement. “You know I did.”
“Well then, let’s give you a better view.”
There is an overstuffed chair that sits at the foot of the bed, and she grabs the sides, tugging it forward until it is almost flush with the mattress.
She sits down and drapes her legs across the arms of the chair. The cuffs scrape against the metal of the headboard, his reflex to touch making him strain against the unforgiving metal.
He can’t fucking help it. Her cunt is already flushed and swollen, framed by damp, dark curls he wants to slide his fingers through, but he doesn’t have to imagine that particular visual for very long.
Olivia swipes her hand through the moisture still clinging to her face, licks her fingers for good measure, and then uses two of them to drag the wetness pooling at her opening up to her clit.
She exhales through her nose harshly, and bites her lip when her fingers start to move in those tight little circles Elliot knows she loves so much.
Her other hand moves to her breast, and he can see this time when she pinches her nipple, when she pulls it away from her body until she whines.
He doesn’t know where to look, feels like he’s coming out of his skin when she moves those two fingers from her clit and pushes them into her cunt. The sound that comes from her starts somewhere deep in her chest, and shoots straight to his cock.
Somehow, he pulls his eyes away from her long enough to glance down at his neglected dick where it’s straining up against his lower belly, leaking from want of her.
“Am I boring you?”
His gaze shoots back to the scene before him where he watches her cup one full breast in her hand, bringing it to her own mouth. He watches as she takes her nipple between her lips and sucks, hard. He watches as she pulls her head back until that wet nipple pops out of her mouth making an obscene sound. The sting of the cuffs at his wrists reminds him that watching is all he’s going to be doing for the foreseeable future.
He moans a little louder than he’ll ever be comfortable admitting when he answers her, “Jesus, Olivia. N-no you’re not boring me.”
“Good.”
She brings her nipple to her lips again and again, repeating the hard suction until she is knuckle deep in her cunt. Until she’s matching the rhythm of her fingers to the slick sound of her mouth.
Elliot is so hard it hurts. He’s never wanted to fuck Olivia more in his life, and that’s saying something.
The mewling, whining sounds she is making around her tit is driving him to the brink, her fingers plunging into her dripping cunt making him want to crawl inside of her.
And he cannot fucking take it anymore., “Let me fuck you, baby, please.”
The muscles of her stomach are clenching, and her thighs are shaking as much as her voice when she tells him, “Made it longer than I thought, but uh-huh, no, I gotta…shit, I gotta come first.”
She means it, and sets to it with a will.
Her fingers slip out of her sex, and three of them land on her clit this time. They start a hard, fast rhythm that has her taking her thighs from the arms of the chair so she can plant her feet on the cushion underneath her. The position lets her slouch down a little, lets her thrust up wildly against the unrelenting movement of her fingers.
She has taken her breast into her mouth again, but this time she’s caught her nipple between her teeth. Her hand is gripping and squeezing while he can tell that she is biting down harder, which must be the right combination of pressure to push her body to let go.
Olivia curls in on herself, every muscle in her body tensing. The plaintive sound coming from between her clenched teeth builds to a wail of pleasure when she finally snaps.
Elliot’s hips involuntarily start to thrust, as he watches her hips stutter out of rhythm trying to chase every throb of pleasure from her orgasm.
He realizes he’s moaning louder than her while he watches her hips start to slow as she’s calming down, and he cannot help the soft sound of want he makes when she, once again, gathers the wetness at her opening. There’s so much there now she can lazily, indulgently, smear it over her clit.
Their eyes meet and he licks his lips before he asks, “Did you hear me beg?”
She gives him a lopsided grin and tells him, “I did.”
He’s straining against the cuffs again as he leans forward as far as they will let him, “C’mere.”
Luckily, she takes pity on him. She unfolds herself from the chair and crawls up his body. She makes it a point to drag her tits slowly up his thighs. She presses them down onto his hard cock, trapping it there between the warmth of them for a few seconds. When she continues to move up his body, he can feel her spit slicked nipple drag across his abs before they both end up pressed against his chest.
She groans into the kiss she gives him when her soaked cunt settles against his dick, and that kiss is immediately unrelenting. Her tongue practically fucks his mouth. He chases it, catching it between his lips and sucking. It makes her writhe against his cock where it’s caught between them. The need to hold, to grip, to fuck overtakes him, “Undo these cuffs.”
She breaks the kiss, darting away quickly before he can catch her, and simply says, “No.”
This woman is going to be the death of him, he’s sure of it. Doesn’t she know that he’ll die if he doesn’t touch her? It’s his turn to whine now and he’s not above it if it will get his hands on that sinful body, “Oliv-“
She grabs his face, her fingers digging into his jaw until it forces him to look her in the eyes when she says “I’m going to fuck myself on your cock just like I did on my fingers, and you’re going to thank me for it.”
He tries to speak but no words come out, and that just makes her raise an eyebrow. The expectant look on her face makes him curse and grind his cock up into her folds.
He has to clear his throat a couple of times, but his voice is still strained when he says, “Yes, ma’am.”
“Damn right.” and with that, she reaches between them, lines up his cock and sinks down all the way. It makes both of them lose their breath.
She leverages herself upright by planting her hands on his chest, and indulgently wiggles her hips back and forth. She’s not even fucking him yet, just feeling the way they fit together and it has them both panting.
Elliot tries to bring his knees up behind her, maybe give her some support for when she gets going, but Olivia smacks his leg back down, huffing out, “Stay exactly where you are. Don’t move.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
This time when he says it, he can feel her clench around his cock and it puts a little smile on his face. “Oh, you like that?”
“You know I do, asshole.”
She clenches around him on purpose this time, before she raises her hips up and brings them back down fast, moving forward a little when she does so her clit grinds against the hair covering his pubic bone.
Her hips come down again, and again, and again, setting a quick rhythm that has her crying out in no time. Her hands on his chest grip tighter, her blunt nails dangerously close to breaking skin as she furiously bears down onto his cock.
The bed is sturdy but she’s fucking him so hard it makes the mattress bump into the headboard, makes the cuffs clank against it.
“Fuck, baby. That’s it. Take it from me.”
Olivia’s second release takes her not long after that with a shout of his name. The heat of her sex closes in on Elliot so hard and so fast, that she takes him under with her. His hips slam into hers while her spasming walls pull his cum deep inside of her.
She falls forward onto his chest when she finishes, kissing and licking everywhere she can reach.
They are both breathing hard, sweating, and sticky, but he would gladly never move again. Except, now that the adrenaline is wearing off, he’s becoming more aware of the ache in his wrists and shoulders.
The thought barely forms in his mind, but she’s already mumbling, “Oh, shit! Your hands.” She presses one last kiss over his heart before she moves off his cock, making them both groan.
She’s hanging halfway off the bed again, and this time he gets the added bonus of seeing the shine of their combined release coating the tops of her thighs. It hits him so hard that he swears he can feel his spent dick twitch.
Olivia pops back up with the key and moves to undo the cuffs one wrist at time. Her full lips fall to the angry circles of skin, while her hands knead the sore muscles in his shoulders.
Between the soft kisses on his wrists she asks, “You okay, baby?”
“More than okay.” and it’s true because his arms can finallywrap around her. His hands can slide up into her hair while he kisses her slow and deep.
“Mmmmm you did so well playing the game. What do you want for a prize? I can grab some cream for your wr-“
He doesn’t even let her finish her sentence before he’s flipping them and pulling her beneath him. His teeth nip at her lips, her chin and he practically growls out, “I know what I want for a prize.”
It makes something warm grow inside of him when he hears her voice shake, “Is that right?”
His lips fall to her throat, tongue darting out to taste the sweat beading at her collarbone before he answers, “Oh, yeah.”
It’s his turn for his hands to cup her tits. He pushes them together and sticks his face into the swells he’s made. His mouth lingers there, taking turns sucking marks into both of them. When he’s satisfied with his work, he continues down to her belly. His kisses fan out to her ribs where he lets his teeth scrape against her skin. It makes her squirm. It makes her breath catch, and more importantly it makes her press her wet cunt up into his chest.
The feeling makes him impatient. He slides down the bed and throws her thighs over his shoulders, grinning at the sight before him, “Can’t think of a better prize than this.”
He flattens his tongue and licks a broad stripe up her folds. Their combined taste makes him hum while he sucks on her clit.
Olivia’s whole body shudders before she gasps out, “Go ahead, baby, it’s yours.”
Elliot spends the rest of the night happily, repeatedly, claiming his prize.