Title: Ache

Fandom: L&O: SVU

Pairing: Alex/Olivia

Spoilers: None

Disclaimer: They belong to Dick Wolf, not us. *sad face*

Rating: MA +

AN: Warning for moderately heavy BDSM elements (including a belt). Milk3002 and Rae D. Magdon collaborate in their first combined story! =D Before you ask, yes, we will have a part two coming up once we get around to writing it. Our username is based on the band name Hot Chelle Rae. Pretty clever, eh?

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Ache

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Alex felt a dull ache in her feet as she slid out of her heels, discarding them in the entryway as she closed her apartment door behind her. She heaved a sigh of contentment when her feet were released from their four-inch cages and wiggled the stiffness from her toes. It had been another grueling twelve-hour day, days that had become all too common over the last month since she had taken over an additional homicide case from another unit at Liz's request. She relished coming home each night. It was the only place where she could unwind and allow herself to give up the control that she wielded so powerfully for most of the day.

"Liv?" she called out, dropping her attaché on the floor next to her shoes.

"Hey babe," the detective responded, and Alex followed the sound of the voice. Her eyebrows lifted in surprise when she found Olivia in the kitchen pulling what looked like a very appetizing lasagna out of the oven. The smell of baked vegetables met her immediately and she gave a hungry groan.

"You cooked?" she asked, unable to check the surprise in her tone.

Olivia shrugged, placing the pan carefully on top of the stove, the oven mitts on her hands looking oddly comedic. "If I had to see you come home and eat cheese and crackers one more night, I was going to scream. These long hours are killing your diet, Alex." She tapped the pan with her potholder, clearly pleased with her culinary concoction. "This should keep you incredibly nourished for the next two weeks. I didn't realize it would make so much."

Alex smiled, crossing the length of the kitchen and placing a quick kiss on the brunette's lips, pulling the mitts off her hands and tossing them on the counter. "Thank you. It looks delicious," she said as she pulled the detective's arms around her.

Olivia returned the kiss, deepening it for a moment, allowing her tongue to linger against Alex's before forcing herself to pull away. For the last month she had attempted to rein in her libido, trying not to abuse one of her favorite rules in their relationship. Even though Olivia was allowed to take Alex whenever she wanted, however she wanted, she could see how the attorney's work had tired her, and hadn't employed that perk of their relationship in over three weeks. "How was work?" she asked, pulling away and moving to the other side of the room.

"Finally, a good day," Alex replied, leaning against the counter as Olivia poured her a glass of wine. "The Judge let me introduce a couple of key witnesses that should ruin the defendant's credibility." She laughed. "Langan will be having a sleepless night thanks to me." She felt a surge of pleasure as she watched the detective move about the kitchen, one that she hadn't allowed herself to feel in a while. She moved over behind her girlfriend and placed a kiss on the back of Olivia's neck, wrapping her arms around her waist. "How was your day?" she asked.

Olivia felt Alex's hand creep lower, prompting a surge of pleasure in her groin, and she turned, a smile curling her lips. "It was long," she said, pushing Alex towards the counter, her hand pressing down on the attorney's back, bending her over and forcing her ass up towards her. She kicked the long legs apart, widening Alex's stance before running a hand along a pale thigh, fingering the lace edge of Alex's stockings.

Alex felt her sensitive nipples harden against the cold counter and ran her tongue over her lower lip. Her eyes happened to hit upon a stack of old mail that she had meant to organize the week before, but had clearly forgotten. Lying on top was an event invitation, which Alex had long ago put out of her mind. "Shit," she said as Olivia toyed with the lacy edge of her stocking. Alex stretched out her arm, lifting her chest and plucking the invitation from the pile. "Liv, I completely forgot about the NYCLA gala."

The fingers abruptly stopped their probing, and she felt a distinct sigh against her neck as Olivia pulled her hand away from her thigh. "What gala?" the detective asked.

Alex straightened, pulled her skirt back down, and turned towards Olivia, brandishing the invitation. "New York County Lawyer's Association. Their annual gala... it's this Friday." She eyed her girlfriend, giving her an expectant look that Olivia had become all too familiar with over the course of their relationship.

"No, Alex." She turned back toward the stove, studying her lasagna and avoiding the pleading blue eyes.

"Oh, come on, Liv, it will be fun."

"It will be many things, Al, but it most certainly won't be 'fun.'" She kept her gaze averted, all too aware of the fact that she could never refuse a request from the persistent attorney.

"All my colleagues love you, they'd expect to see you..."

"I bet they would. Especially that troll McAllister. He can tell me once again how the two of you dated after law school."

Alex rolled her eyes, but smiled slightly. "We had pizza one night while studying for the bar. Hardly dating." She inched up behind the brunette, repeating her actions from moments earlier and wrapping her hands around the taut waist. "Please come with me." She pressed leaned in, her voice a mere whisper in Olivia's ear. "I promise I'll make it worth your while."

Olivia turned and wrapped a hand in Alex's hair, yanking her head back slightly. She pressed her lips against the attorney's neck, enjoying the warm, smooth skin, the pulse beginning to quicken under her lips. "I'm not a fan of delayed gratification," she said softly. "I think you can make it worth my while tonight." It was phrased as an order, not a request, and the meaning behind the detective's words was all too obvious. Olivia didn't really mind being Alex's date for the gala. The jealous stares she received whenever she went to a party with Alex on her arm were actually rather satisfying, but there was no way she would ever confess that to Alex. If Olivia acted like she didn't want to go, Alex would work even harder to please her.

"I suppose I'm yours tonight, then," Alex murmured, lowering her eyes to gaze at Olivia's mouth. The shape of her lips was made for kissing, but the tone for the evening had already been set, and Alex waited obediently for Olivia to make the first move.

The detective lifted her eyebrows. "Tonight?" she repeated, and Alex caught the warning note in her voice.

"I'm yours always."

"That's better," Olivia purred beside the attorney's ear, caressing Alex's hips and tugging at the zipper on the side of her skirt. She pulled it down an inch, thought better of it, and removed her hand. Leaning against the counter that she had bent Alex over only a minute earlier, she rested her weight on her elbows and stared a hole through the ADA's blouse. "Strip." Alex tried to keep her hands steady as she untucked her blouse, undoing the first several buttons with nervous, trembling fingers. The predatory, possessive gleam in Olivia's eyes was undeniable. She had no idea how Olivia always managed to make her feel completely and thoroughly owned with just a look.

Slowly, Alex slid the blouse from her shoulders, letting it hang from her elbows as Olivia took in the sight of her lover's lace-covered breasts. Alex liked fancy underwear, and Olivia liked that Alex liked fancy underwear. The detective loved that she was the only one who got to see the special secret under Alex's work clothes. "Gorgeous," the detective breathed, smirking as the tips of Alex's breasts tightened underneath the fabric of her bra. "Continue."

Alex knew that she couldn't get away with delaying the show any longer. She let her shirt fall onto the kitchen floor and reached behind her head to undo her bun. When her hair fell loosely onto her shoulders, still holding a few stray bobby pins, she noticed Olivia's eyes growing wider and darker. Her skin burned wherever her lover's gaze lingered, and she could feel a pink flush spreading across her cheeks. Although she wasn't even naked yet, just the thought of exposing herself to Olivia, removing all the things that offered protection - her clothes, her hair, her emotional walls - terrified her. But since she knew she was completely safe, that fear transformed into excitement and arousal, and she couldn't hide her body's response.

"And the skirt."

The attorney obeyed and reached down to unzip her skirt at the left side. With a little shimmying, it joined the blouse on the kitchen floor, leaving Alex in her underwear and stockings. The sight was too much for Olivia, and she couldn't help taking a step forward from the counter she was leaning against. Her palms brushed along Alex's thighs, feeling the warmth of the ADA's legs even through her stockings. "Have I told you lately what a beautiful girl you are? How much I love touching you?" The words were soft and gentle, and so were Olivia's hands, but the look in the detective's eyes was anything but. Alex had no doubt that her lover's aggressive side wouldn't take long to come out.

Olivia enjoyed the rise and fall of the attorney's lace-covered chest, and she intentionally let her hands linger along the pale thighs, enjoying the smooth, heated touch. Her dark eyes moved slowly across the blonde's body, and she saw a trail of goose bumps appear across the pale skin of her stomach. "I've missed touching you," Olivia said, her voice still gentle as she placed her fingers just inside the waistband of the lace panties. She tugged, bringing the blonde closer to her, their hips touching. She pulled up slightly, forcing the fabric to rub against Alex's already moist center, registering the lust that clouded her eyes. Olivia let a lone finger travel down the fabric, chasing the wetness and pressing into the attorney's sex. She smiled knowingly. "I see you've missed it, too."

Alex gave a slow nod, but remembered her words as the detective's eyes darkened. "Yes, Mistress." She kept her eyes locked onto the assertive gaze in front of her, watching as the dark eyes followed her fingers. She parted her legs as the detective cupped her sex, begging for more.

"Arms behind you."

Alex cut off the sigh that threatened to escape as she placed her arms behind her waist, each hand clasping the opposite elbow, a stance that enhanced her already perfect posture and forced her breasts outward. She had hoped Olivia would take her quickly and roughly, but it seemed her girlfriend had other, slower plans. She braced her legs, ready for the next assault to her senses, fully expecting the detective's lithe hands to begin manipulating her breasts. Instead, she felt the expert fingers graze back down the inside of her thighs before Olivia took a step back, her dark eyes roving across her captive. Alex planted her feet, keeping them shoulder-width apart, the pressure in her groin mounting.

Olivia's gaze danced over the pale body in front of her, the light blue lace of Alex's underwear complimenting the lustful blue gaze that stared back at her. The detective moved her hands to her own waist, her fingers moving nimbly to unclip her belt buckle. She slipped it from around her waist, doubling it over in her hand. Alex swallowed, her fingers digging into the skin on her arms as she held them diligently behind her back. The leather moved slowly over her collarbone, and across her chest, slowly tracing over one nipple, then another. Alex braced herself for a blow, but it didn't come. Instead, the belt moved down along her stomach, leaving goose bumps in its wake. She closed her eyes for a moment as the leather moved over the outside of one thigh.

"Are you trembling?" Olivia asked, her voice still gentle, but the belt moving threateningly close to the attorney's center. She took a step forward, placing her lips beside the blonde's ear. "Why are you trembling?"

Alex tried to steady her breath, but the leather moving against her crotch kept her voice at just above a whisper. "Because I want you," she said. She continued, taking a liberty that she knew she didn't have. "I want you inside me." It was a request that she was in no position to make, but she made it anyway, hoping that Olivia would shorten her torment.

The detective took a step back, evaluating the woman in front of her, letting the belt tap lightly against the crotch of Alex's underwear, knowing that each soft kiss of leather only drew the attorney into a further state of pleasure. "I think I want to play with you," Olivia said, her voice just above a husky whisper. Her eyes cleared, but the lust was still present. "Bedroom. Now." Without waiting for Alex to respond, Olivia slipped the belt around the ADA's waist, pulling firmly until she was in a standing position. She used the belt to bring Alex's slender body tight against hers, taking her mouth in a fierce kiss that freed all the lust and aggressiveness that she had kept buried before.

Olivia's desire spiked when she felt Alex melt against her. Alex loved being kissed, whether it was a goodbye peck before work, a welcome-home kiss after a long separation, or a deep, heated joining of lips as she shuddered out a strained release under Olivia's masterful touch. After Olivia finally pulled away to breathe, taking a moment to nibble on Alex's lower lip with her teeth, the ADA tucked her face into the crook of Olivia's neck, greedily inhaling her lover's scent. She didn't just want Olivia to play with her, she needed it, and her body was already so far past the starting point that she didn't care what the detective did to her as long as she made up her mind soon. "Please..."

The journey to the bedroom took much longer than Alex expected. Olivia was content to take a few steps backwards at a time, pulling Alex forward for more kisses whenever she felt the need for additional contact. Once, when Alex forgot her place and tried to coax Olivia into joining her against a wall half way down the hall, the detective was forced to double the belt over again and give her a reprimanding swat. Of course, if she really wanted to punish the attorney, a spanking was the last thing Olivia would resort to. Spankings, paddlings, or sessions with the belt were actually rewards disguised as punishments because Alex enjoyed them. Unfortunately, Olivia underestimated her own reaction to the sight of Alex pinned against the wall and the soft whimpers that spilled from between the attorney's lips, which were still slightly swollen from their kisses.

"Have you decided to be good now?" she asked, nibbling the soft place behind Alex's ear that she had discovered through careful attention to detail.

"Yes, Ma'am," Alex said, hating how desperate she sounded but loving the way that Olivia's body was pressing into her from behind.

Olivia had to take a deep breath in order to control herself as she trailed her lips down Alex's neck, leaving a line of perfect purple marks as proof of her ownership. The thought that they would last for days, that Alex would need to cover them with makeup and might not be successful aroused her beyond belief. Having such a strong, powerful woman willingly submit to her, having someone as amazing as Alex Cabot allow her, and only her, unrestricted access to her body... it was overwhelming. And Olivia was not about to disappoint her.

Their first few times playing, Olivia had asked Alex what she wanted. She started out determined to give the blonde ADA everything she had fantasized about and more, but now that they were in an established relationship, Olivia knew that what Alex wanted most was not to be asked. She wanted Olivia to decide, based on what she had learned during their relationship, and take complete control. The only thing Alex wanted to do was surrender. After making decisions all day at work, some of which backfired, it was a relief to give up control. And so Olivia hooked her fingers underneath the elastic of Alex's panties and pulled them down, revealing her lover completely. "Legs apart," she ordered, and she felt as well as saw Alex obey, continuing to press the lawyer against the wall so that she could feel the movements of Alex's body.

With the belt still dangling from one hand, Olivia moved her free palm slowly over the curve of Alex's ass, having a tough time keeping herself from grinding against it. She loved the feel of Alex's body; when the attorney was out of her power heels and suit, her thin frame fit nicely into the detective's. Olivia enveloped it now, letting her hands move upward, fluttering along the blonde's torso as she leaned over her and nipped an inviting ear with her teeth. She moved her hands up the attorney's thin back, letting her nails scrape lightly against the soft skin as her fingers slipped underneath the clasp of Alex's bra. She pushed her hands down Alex's shoulders, taking the bra straps with her, the belt still in her right hand a reminder of her dominance.

Alex dropped her arms to her sides, letting the lace garment fall to the floor, her body now completely bared except for the thigh-high stockings she still wore. She couldn't see the detective's gaze, but she still felt the burn of the dark eyes across her skin, magnified by the brunette's expert touch, which could morph quickly from gentle to brutal. Olivia's hands kneaded her breasts aggressively, wasting little time before moving to her nipples, rolling the buds roughly between her fingers. Alex let her forehead fall against the wall, sighing in pleasure when Olivia pressed closer, effectively immobilizing her.

"I bet you wish I would fuck you right here," Olivia whispered into the back of Alex's neck, her tongue grazing over the skin that she had bruised only moments earlier. She felt a pleasurable pain in her groin, and she wasn't sure how long she would be able to hold off her own release. It had been a while since she and Alex engaged in anything more than a quick kiss hello and goodbye. The blonde's work hours had left her exhausted. Most nights, Olivia was lucky to steal a kiss goodnight before the attorney's head dropped, exhausted, onto her pillow. She desperately wanted to prolong her enjoyment, but as she pressed her lips against the back of Alex's neck and inhaled her scent, the faint aroma of lavender, she knew that was easier said than done.

Olivia took a step back, needing to separate herself from Alex's heated skin. She could see Alex tense her shoulders, trying exceptionally hard to maintain her composure. The blonde hated being displayed, watched from behind. It made her feel like more of an object, unable to connect with Olivia and see the lust in her eyes. Olivia felt wetness between her own legs and she fought the urge to slip her fingers inside the attorney. Instead, she pulled her wrist back and let it flip lightly, the leather of the belt swishing through the air a split second before it hit the attorney's skin, leaving a thick red line in its wake.

Alex felt her breasts push against the wall as the leather bit into her skin and held back a yelp. Olivia had a lot of practice using a belt. She knew just how hard to hit in order to leave marks and a pleasant sting, but not hard enough to cause any lasting damage. Another whoosh, a snap, and Alex felt the burn again, jumping away from the leather lash. Before the burn subsided, the belt slipped around Alex's neck, not tight, but enough to make Alex pull her head back from the wall, her body once again pressed into the detective's. "Don't move," Olivia whispered, sliding a hand between Alex's legs and letting her fingers rub up and down..

Alex had been craving that particular touch all night, and at the feel of Olivia's sliding fingers, she ground against her, snatching a quick feel of pleasure inside her neglected core. She moaned, both in pleasure and in apprehension, knowing full well that she had taken something Olivia hadn't necessarily been ready to give; but she wanted it so badly. The fingers slipped away from her and the belt tightened just slightly around her throat as Olivia pulled her briskly back toward the bedroom.

Despite her attempts to rein in her desire, the feel of Alex's wetness on her fingers made Olivia hurry as she pushed her lover through the bedroom door. That brief taste of pleasure - her pleasure and Alex's pleasure - made her crave more. More of Alex's body, more of her submission, more of her need. The ache, the steady pounding between her legs was making everything hazy, but she knew that her poor pet was in much worse shape. Alex did nothing to resist as Olivia guided her onto the bed, face first, gripping her hips a little too roughly and sliding a pillow beneath them. The new position deliberately put Alex on display, and the attorney wriggled in discomfort and arousal. Another swat of the belt against the back of her thighs made her squeak and stop shifting on the mattress.

"Hold still while I finish," Olivia ordered, "or I won't give you what you want."

Alex knew that Olivia was too far gone to deny her now, she could hear it in her lover's voice, but there was no way she would risk even the slightest possibility of being left hanging. It would probably kill her at this point.

"Arms forward."

Alex stretched her arms up obediently over her head, and she kept her face down even as she listened to Olivia moving around the room. When the brunette came back to the side of the bed, Alex wasn't surprised to feel restraints being looped around both wrists. However, the gesture was meaningful as well as arousing to her. She knew how difficult it used to be for Olivia to explore this side of their sexuality. The detective had ghosts that most people never dreamed of dealing with, and this kind of sex play stirred up memories and feelings she normally kept buried. It had taken many nights of tears and whispered conversations in the dark to get Olivia to the point where she was comfortable with this kind of scene. Although Alex's needs had opened the door, Olivia quickly discovered that accepting Alex's submission filled empty places inside of her that she hadn't known about before.

Now, Olivia was confident in her role. She knew that Alex wanted this. In fact, she could see and smell exactly how much she wanted it. With the pillow beneath her hips, Alex's secrets were laid bare before her, literally and figuratively. Olivia's lips curled in a slow smile. "I see you were hoping for this," she said, trailing her fingers through Alex's wetness and spreading it between her carefully shaved lips. The knowledge that Alex had thought about making love with her in advance and deliberately prepared her body for Olivia pushed her even higher.

"My body belongs to you," Alex said, unable to resist squeezing her thighs together to try and relieve some of her frustration. "I belong to you."

Olivia laughed softly and trailed the folded belt down Alex's spine, making the muscles in her back twitch. "You're saying such nice things that I might not punish you for fidgeting and speaking without permission." One of their established rules during a scene like this was that Alex could not speak unless she was asked a direct question, released from her silence by a command, or needed to use her safe word. If her mouth was bound or gagged, she only needed to snap her fingers to be released. That was why Olivia always kept the fingers of one hand free. "But that wouldn't be very responsible of me, would it? I suppose I have to punish you." Olivia knew that giving Alex a spanking wasn't a real punishment since it was something the ADA actually craved, but she couldn't resist teasing her lover.

The belt moved downward over the small of the attorney's back and between her legs, which where too close together in Olivia's opinion. She gave a quick slap of the belt to the inside of each thigh, and Alex immediately moved them further apart, allowing the detective a full view of her glistening center. The red lashes from the earlier whipping were still prominent against Alex's skin, and Olivia moved the belt further up her back. The blow sounded with a loud thwack. Two more cracks came down across the small of her back before Olivia focused her attention once again on the raised cheeks.

The blonde squirmed as the blows continued to rain down upon her skin, and she unconsciously flinched as the leather found previously untouched, sensitive spots on her body. "Keep squirming," Olivia said, pausing only for a moment, letting the end of the belt graze lightly over the red marks, "and you'll just have to wait longer."

Alex groaned into the comforter and forced her legs to keep still. She was immensely enjoying her punishment, but the rising pleasure in her groin threatened to explode if not released soon. She felt another lash against the back of her thigh, and she gripped the sheet in her shackled hands as she kept her hips still. The pain allowed her to focus only on her body, clearing her mind of the worries that cluttered her brain from day to day. She relished her girlfriend's touch, knowing the care and the trust that went into their relationship, especially this facet of their lovemaking.

Olivia took a step back to admire the red patterns crisscrossing the Alex's backside. She flipped her wrist several more times, knowing that the harder Alex's work week had been, the more she craved this type of touch. The blonde's thin hips writhed against the pillow, but the sight of Alex's wet center briefly made Olivia forget her earlier words, and she enjoyed the way the attorney tried to glean some release from her punishment. She dropped the belt beside Alex's torso and ran her fingers up the inside of the attorney's leg, her fingers following the red pattern of the lash. She felt the smooth skin as she stroked along the other leg, up the blonde's side, flittering across her back.

"Do you think you can remember the rules now?" Olivia asked, amused at the ragged breath that Alex took as the detective ran her hand across the small of her back, up towards her neck. She wrapped her hand in Alex's hair and pulled, forcing the attorney's head up as she waited for a response.

"Yes, ma'am." Alex's voice was husky with desire. She wanted Olivia to turn her over, to move on top of her, to capture and pillage her mouth as she had done earlier, but she knew Olivia had the rest of their scene already planned out. And with the pleasurable beating she had just received, she knew she wouldn't be lying on her back for a while. She worked to regulate her breathing, letting her head rest back on the soft comforter, her hands still cuffed and stretched above her. Olivia released her hair and Alex let her head drop back down onto the bed, the space beside her emptying as the detective moved away from her. Alex lay silently, listening as Olivia moved back behind her, picking the belt up as she went.

"It looks like you took some enjoyment in your punishment," Olivia said, amused. Alex shivered as a finger moved against her outer lips, tracing her wetness back along her thighs. Before she could take a breath, the belt whipped harshly against her center, causing Alex to whimper, her legs flinching together, mostly at the surprise violation. The blow hadn't really hurt, but she felt a pang of desire move through her.

Olivia smiled, running a hand across Alex's clenched legs. She kept a spreader bar in the closet for this very reason, but as her own desire mounted, she really didn't feel like bringing it out. Instead, she tested Alex's obedience, pulling her legs apart once again, letting the leather dangle over them. "We can do this the easy way," she said, raising the belt, "or the hard way," she said, bringing the leather down and tapping it against Alex's center. Alex whimpered again, but Olivia noted with a smile that the obedient attorney kept her legs apart.

Alex was too far gone to give Olivia a proper answer. She could only beg. "Please... Please..."

The detective smiled, pleased with the lawyer's helpless state, but not with her answer. "Please what?" Olivia had been looking for a 'please, Mistress' or 'please, the hard way, Ma'am', but the reply she got was far more disobedient, and also far more arousing.

"Make me yours. Please. You're breaking me... Claim me, use me, I don't care - but please... j-just touch me now!" Hearing such helpless words from the normally confident ADA sent a pulse of heat straight between Olivia's legs, and she had to swallow back a groan. It took her several moments to get a hold of herself.

Leaning down, the brunette pressed a warm kiss on the back of the attorney's neck, enjoying the visible shiver that ran down her lover's spine. "That was very pretty, but if you can still talk well enough to disobey the rules, you aren't ready yet," she murmured against Alex's throat. After giving the ADA a moment to enjoy the hardened nipples pressed into her back, Olivia pulled away. "Scoot down towards the edge of the mattress, sweetie," she said, pulling Alex gently by the ankles so that she was forced to scoot down on the bed. She knew that Alex wanted to ask what was going on, but didn't dare take any more chances. Fortunately, she only had to wait a few moments to find out.

Olivia settled herself in the empty space by the head of the bed that Alex had vacated, spreading her legs and giving the blonde an excellent view. Trying to anticipate what her Mistress wanted, Alex dipped her head and dragged her tongue through Olivia's folds, moaning in the back of her throat as she took the detective's clitoris between her lips and began to suckle. However, the purr of pleasure turned into a cry of surprise and disappointment as Olivia gripped her chin and pulled her away. "No," she said firmly, hoping that Alex couldn't see how close to the edge she was or feel how much her hand was shaking. It had taken every ounce of willpower she possessed to resist Alex's soft, warm tongue. "Bad girls aren't allowed to have treats. You disobeyed me again, and so you only get to watch..."

She let go of Alex's chin and settled back against the pillow, keeping her movements deliberately slow, until she felt she had regained some of her control. Even though she enjoyed her role, she was still more often than not completely dismantled by Alex's body: her poise, her unmarred flesh, her utter willingness to submit. As she let a hand roam across her own breast, she saw a glimpse of true frustration flicker across her girlfriend's eyes. She had seen it often during their play; even though Alex enjoyed submission, and made a very tasteful pet, she sometimes resorted back to that need for control. Olivia loved taming it back down, reminding Alex that not everything had to go her way all of the time. "Back on your knees," she said, rolling her nipple between her thumb and forefinger. "Arms behind your head."

Alex kept the grimace from showing on her face, knowing that it would only get her in more trouble, but she had not been expecting such a prolonged scene. She knew Olivia was enjoying their play more and more, becoming more creative and more powerful each time. Despite her frustration, her desire only increased, and she moved to follow the detective's command. She maneuvered upwards, kneeling, her knees shoulder-length apart, giving Olivia a view of her own full and swollen center. Her shackled hands moved behind her head, baring her breasts completely, her chest jutting forward. Olivia nodded appreciatively, her eyes moving slowly across her body, taking full appraisal of Alex's arousal.

"Beautiful," the detective said. Her hips writhed against the pillow as she trailed her finger down her own stomach, letting her eyes graze over the blonde's perfectly pale body, using it as a backdrop to manipulate her own pleasure. As her finger neared her clit, she let out a soft moan. "I couldn't wait any longer," she said, rubbing her fingers slowly across her folds. She saw Alex swallow, trying hard to keep her breath steady. "Seeing you spread, begging for punishment." Olivia made eye contact, and let out a small sigh. "It's a shame you didn't behave yourself."

Alex felt her breath becoming shallower, the wetness between her legs almost distracting. She desperately needed to look away from her girlfriend, to give herself some sort of reprieve from the tortuous sight in front of her. But, she knew that if she released eye contact with her mistress, she would be punished event more. She was barely holding out as it was. Olivia moved her fingers in slow circles over her clit, tossing her head back against the headboard. Alex felt her legs trembling, her desire now a throb in her groin. She knew not to make a sound, and bit her lip to keep herself from moaning at the fullness in her groin. She needed to be touched.

Olivia moved her fingers from her clit, letting them run once again down her folds, delving into her core. She pumped herself a few times, moving her hips against her own hand, enjoying the continued agony that crossed Alex's features. She moved her free hand from her breast down to her center, rubbing her clit, feeling herself moving closer to the edge. Alex's eyes were on her own, her lips parted slightly, as if begging to let her finish the detective off, to coax her to climax with her tongue. Olivia smiled, tossed her head back, and continued touching herself, her moans coming more quickly.

Alex had to keep herself from moaning as Olivia let out her own climactic groan, writhing her hips against her fingers, movements that Alex had seen millions of times, but had always been responsible for. Olivia's eyes were on her again, full and satisfied, giving her a pleased smile as she pulled her glistening fingers away from her core. "Come here," she said. The words sent Alex lurching forward, and as she got closer, Olivia reached her fingers out. Alex's lips were immediately on them, sucking the detective's taste into her mouth.

"I'm glad you finally decided to behave," Olivia said, pulling her roughly towards her. "How should I reward you?"

The ADA desperately wanted Olivia to throw her on her back and take her until she saw stars. Her fingers, her thigh, her mouth, a prop - if she could wait long enough for the detective to get it - Alex didn't care. Any part of Olivia on her and in her would do. But there was another hunger that gnawed at her insides, and the familiar flavor on her tongue only made her want it more. She had gotten just a small taste, literally, of what she wanted, and then Olivia had teased her, showing her in exquisite detail exactly what she had given up by disobeying. Now, she had proven herself worthy again, and she wanted her reward.

Alex released Olivia's fingers with a whimper, but she couldn't speak with them in her mouth. "Let me taste you - please! I need to taste you..." She quivered, waiting for some kind of response, knowing that she wasn't allowed to touch or taste until Olivia gave her permission.

Olivia smirked, stroking Alex's cheek with her still-sticky hand and enjoying the sight of her usually refined lover trying to catch a hint of the moisture on her tongue. Her poor girl had already been through so much tonight, and even though she had broken the rules once or twice, she had tried so hard to be good. Trying not to let Alex know how excited she was, Olivia reclined lazily on the pillows and spread her legs, settling into a comfortable position where she could watch the show without straining her neck. Her first orgasm had taken the edge off, but her body was far from satisfied, and just imagining Alex's hot little tongue dipping inside of her and those perfect pink lips wrapped around her clit made her twitch.

"All right, since you behaved so well." Alex let out a shaky sigh of relief and anticipation. The space between her own legs was burning, throbbing, wanting and waiting for Olivia, but she needed this more. She only had to hold out a little while longer.

"May I? Please, ma'am..."

Moments like this were how Olivia knew she was the luckiest woman in the world. No one that knew her would believe for a moment that Alex Cabot's favorite place to be was with her head buried between Olivia's thighs. In fact, Olivia suspected that Alex derived more pleasure from this than she did, something that was hard for her to comprehend since she couldn't imagine anything that felt even half as good as having Alex's mouth on her.

It took all of her strength not to grab Alex's hair and pull her down, but she managed to keep up appearances for a few more moments. When she spoke, her voice only cracked a little bit. "I want you to suck me. Hard. Don't use your hands, I only want your mouth."

Alex didn't need to be told twice. She bent her head, tucking her shackled wrists between her knees as she leaned forward to nuzzle Olivia's wetness. Her bottom and the backs of her thighs ached and stung, but she was so wrapped up in the scent and taste of her Mistress that the pain didn't even register. Remembering Olivia's instructions, she resisted the desire to drink directly from Olivia's entrance and pulled the detective's clitoris into her mouth instead, letting out a satisfied moan as she began suckling on the hard bud. It was what Olivia liked best, and Alex didn't want to waste any time.

Olivia suppressed a moan as Alex's warm lips descended on her still sensitive center. The lips sucked greedily, her tongue pressing against the swollen bud. Olivia ground her hips against Alex's mouth, having difficulty keeping her control. This was the hardest part for her; remaining lucid, dominating even as Alex sent her spiraling over the edge. She tipped her head back, enjoying the sensation of Alex's warm, probing tongue, feeling herself slide closer to another orgasm.

Alex kept her head down, using her restrained fists as leverage as she hungrily sucked Olivia's bud into her mouth, drinking in the taste that she had clamored for since the first taste of her girlfriend's fingers. The writhing of Olivia's hips let her know that she was pleasing her, but Alex desperately wished for a forceful hand in her hair, or a moan. The detective kept her pleasure quiet, however, which only made the blonde work her harder. The attorney kept her lips in a tight vice around Olivia's center, letting the detective's writhing hips grind against her tongue. She didn't dare glance up at the brunette, knowing that her eyes were to stay solely between her girlfriend's legs. As she pressed her tongue harder against Olivia's clitoris, she felt the hips rise to meet her, and suddenly felt a forceful hand on the back of her head, pulling her closer. Alex let out a moan as she sucked harder, seemingly taking just as much pleasure in her task than Olivia was getting.

The sight of Alex's head writhing between her legs, the feel of the relentlessly pleasing tongue pressing against her, was more than Olivia could take. She had wanted to draw out her pleasure, but she was too far gone; she pressed a hand against the back of Alex's head, pressing her harder into her center, feeling a wave of ecstasy pass through her once again. Her legs trembled with a powerful orgasm, and although she felt Alex's tongue soften, the attorney kept her lips pressed against her, drawing out her satisfaction. It took a moment for Olivia to regain her senses, and she wrapped her hand in Alex's hair and pulled her away roughly. The blue eyes peered up at her in anticipation, almost questioning, and Olivia wondered if Alex even knew how much the detective craved her touch, her body, her willing submission.

She pulled herself onto her knees, towering over Alex as she raised the blonde's chin, pulling her up to meet her lips. Olivia plundered the attorney's mouth, tasting herself, and Alex allowed her to roam freely, only moaning when Olivia nibbled roughly on her lower lip. Her hand still wrapped in the blonde hair, Olivia pulled Alex away from her, putting a hand up to roll a swollen nipple in her fingers. The attorney's breath was shallow, and Olivia had to resist sliding a hand between her legs, knowing that if she felt the wetness there she wouldn't be able to stop herself from ravishing her girlfriend. Instead, she roughly pulled the attorney towards the headboard, pushing her down onto her back. She saw the brief flash of discomfort as Alex's marred flesh came in contact with the comforter, but then Olivia was on top of her, resting her still wet center on the attorney's stomach and holding Alex's restrained wrists up over her head.

Olivia let her lips trace the bruised flesh on the attorney's neck that she had marked earlier and whispered into her ear. "Do you know what you do to me?" She nibbled the sensitive lobe before trailing her mouth over a hardened nipple, sucking, then pulling harshly with her teeth, only relenting after eliciting a groan from her girlfriend. She leaned back, replacing her lips with her fingers, pulling the swollen buds roughly. Alex kept her eyes focused solely on the detective, now trying incredibly hard to please her Mistress, and Olivia could see the desperate wish for release as the blonde's arms pulled against her bonds. Olivia smiled at the wanton look on her lover's face and let her fingers trail along the ADA's taut stomach, hips already rising to meet her hand.

The pure, unabashed need that Alex was showing drove Olivia wild. "How do you want me to fuck you?" she asked, stroking Alex's protruding hipbones with her thumbs. "Do you want my fingers?" She let the tips of her fingers skate along Alex's abdomen to prove her point, "or my tongue?" Olivia punctuated the sentence with a firm kiss to Alex's already swollen lips. "Or... something else?" The detective brought her knee between Alex's thighs and pressed up, causing the attorney's hips to buck.

"Ohhh..." Alex didn't care what Olivia did as long as she hurried up and relieved the heavy ache that was pounding between her legs. Her inner thighs were coated with wetness, which Olivia was delighted to discover as she began stroking the blonde's legs, spreading them apart and aligning her pelvis between them.

"I don't think you can wait long enough for me to get our toy," Olivia purred, sliding a hand down to cup the one part of Alex's body that she had neglected. The ADA's lips had been thoroughly kissed, her neck bitten, her breasts toyed with, her back, thighs, and ass marked by Olivia's belt, and her arms bound. "I'll just have to take you the old fashioned way." Without warning, Olivia slammed two fingers inside of Alex, knowing that her lover usually enjoyed the slight pain, but the blonde was so wet that her entry was smooth and easy. She began a heavy thrusting motion, using her hip to drive her fingers even deeper.

Alex cried out at the sudden penetration, but certainly not in protest. Finally having Olivia's fingers inside of her after waiting for so long was overwhelming. It felt so incredibly good that she wanted to cry. Raising her cuffed hands above her head, Alex abandoned herself to the blissful sensations of being completely and thoroughly possessed, not even noticing the ache in her backside when Olivia allowed her weight to press down on the lawyer's slender body.

When Olivia began to curl her fingers forward, deliberately massaging Alex's inner walls every time she withdrew from warm, clinging heat, Alex almost lost what little control she had left. But she knew that she was not allowed to come until Olivia gave her permission, and the detective didn't seem to be showing any signs of relenting. Alex had thought that her torture was over once Olivia started making love to her, but now she realized that it was just beginning.

The sudden realization caused Alex's eyes to widen, her breath to hitch. Olivia's gentleness, her questions, had only been a ruse to convince Alex that her torment was over. The detective smiled down at the lithe body beneath her as her fingers continued to thrust. She noticed how the blonde tried to still her hips, attempting to lessen the pleasure that was mounting inside her and threatening to explode before permission had been given. "Ah, Alex," she whispered. "Don't ever mistake me for being too kind," she said, leaning down and running her teeth across the blonde's hips.

Alex closed her eyes as Olivia's mouth continued to torment her, running across the sensitive side of her torso, moving slowly across her breasts. She was trying desperately to still her hips against the detective's thrusts, knowing that if they continued at the pace they were going, she would be unable to hold back her orgasm. Olivia wasn't helping, of course, and her fingers continued to curl inside her. Alex let out a moan of exasperated pleasure as the movements of Olivia's fingers correlated with her tongue, which continued to nibble her hardened nipples.

Olivia pressed her body against Alex's, enjoying the way the attorney's muscles clenched underneath her as she attempted to stall her orgasm. She moved her lips up to a sharp collarbone, giving the abused breasts some release. She felt the attorney whisper lightly into her ear, so light that she was sure her pet hadn't even realized she'd let the words fall from her lips. "Olivia, please let me come." At this point, Alex wouldn't do anything to intentionally break their rules; the request had been an accident, a result of the attorney being driven nearly crazy with desire. That didn't mean Olivia wouldn't punish her.

The detective pulled away, gliding back down Alex's body, trailing the fingers of her free hand over the beautiful, hot flesh. She knew her lover's body very well after having manipulated it for years, and knew that the key to Alex's climax was a timely touch to her swollen clit. Generally, she only moved her fingers towards that bud of sensitive nerves after she had already given the attorney permission to orgasm. Tonight, however, she was enjoying testing the body underneath her, seeing exactly how far she could take her lover. She touched her fingers against Alex's center, just above where her other hand continued to thrust relentlessly. "Sweetheart," she said, her voice much gentler than her fingers, "when are you allowed to speak?"

Alex's eyes rolled back in her head and she bit her lip hard, both out of frustration and a need to keep her mind off of Olivia's expert touch. "Only when spoken to," she panted, her blue eyes locking onto the brunette's.

Olivia nodded, pressing harder against the attorney's clit, letting her fingers circle it. "And are you able to request to climax?"

The hand that thrust into Alex curled once again, and Alex let out a low moan, almost unable to speak. She regained her breath. "Never," she replied. She continued, hoping that her breathless words would appease her mistress. "You control when I come. I'm yours."

Olivia relaxed her circling fingers just for a moment, and slowed her thrusts as she peered down at the attorney. She had done a number to Alex's body; the fingerprints still on her breasts, the flush that crept up Alex's neck, the stretched, shackled hands above her head. "Do you want to come?"

Alex wasn't about to misstep when she was so close. She locked her eyes onto the dark gaze that loomed above her. "Only if you let me," she said. "I'm all yours."

"When I say, Alex. When I say."

Alex gasped for air, but it became harder and harder to breathe until she felt like she was drowning. Noticing the lawyer's body lock up tight, Olivia halted the movement of her hand completely, giving her lover a small chance to recover. "Breathe, baby... breathe."

Looking into Alex's eyes, Olivia saw the ADA give up that last bit of fight, surrendering the final piece of her body and soul that she had been saving to try and protect herself. Alex never meant to hold back, but she was proud and stubborn by nature, and her instincts did not appreciate it when she had to be vulnerable, even in front of Olivia. The release of responsibility to Olivia, and only Olivia, had a physical effect on the attorney's body. Another flood of moisture coated Olivia's hand. Her inner muscles began fluttering around the fingers that were still embedded in her, no longer pistoning in and out, but curling to stimulate that special spot inside of her. The muscles in her arms, back, and even her face relaxed even though her arousal was drawn tighter than a bowstring, and her heartbeat calmed.

Only Olivia could take her to this place, make her surrender this deeply. Everything seemed to slow down around her, and she was only aware of her lover's touch, her body, and her words. "Not yet, not yet..." Olivia murmured, and because Olivia wanted her to wait, Alex held her body back until it hurt, even when the brunette resumed thrusting in and out of her at an even more vigorous pace than before, using her pelvis and the muscles in her lower back to push deeper, harder.

Even though she knew that she was supposed to keep her hands above her head, Alex threw her cuffed arms around Olivia's neck and held on tight, wanting to feel their bodies pressed as close together as possible. Since it came from a desire to be close to her Mistress and not the need to reclaim power, Olivia let Alex get away with it. Alex buried her face in Olivia's shoulder, sobbing into the warm skin there with each thrust of Olivia's hand, each swipe of the detective's thumb over her, not caring that the movements were hurting her back or that the ring of muscle at her entrance was starting to get a little sore. All she had to do was what Olivia told her. She only had to worry about what Olivia wanted. Nothing else mattered. The pressures of her job and family didn't matter, her shortcomings didn't matter, her own wants didn't matter. Only Olivia's desires mattered, and Alex knew that she could fulfill those. She was enough, and that was a relief.

"Come for me, Alex. I want you to come for me now."

Alex had been so deep inside her own head that she had forgotten her need to orgasm for a moment, but Olivia's command sent all of those feelings roaring back twice as strong as before. She came hard, releasing everything she had to give and spiraling into a free-fall that she couldn't control. She could only cling to Olivia and hope that the detective wouldn't let go.

Olivia felt Alex shudder as her muscles continue to clutch around her fingers, her orgasm stretching out in waves and covering every portion of the blonde's thin, exhausted body. The attorney's hands remained wrapped around Olivia's neck, and her head was buried in the crook of the detective's shoulder. Olivia slid her fingers out slowly, cupping her girlfriend's sex gently as the last sweep of Alex's orgasm fluttered across her hips. Olivia ducked out from between Alex's cuffed hands, giving each of the balled fists a kiss before sliding them off, noting the very slight prints that the leather had left on the attorney's skin. She laid the cuffs aside and stared down at the woman beneath her.

Alex's breathing was returning to normal, but her neck was still flushed, her breasts rising with each inhale. She was exhausted. Her hands dropped down onto the bed beside her as she let out an unsteady exhale, but her eyes were clear, looking up at the detective with a trust and awareness that only came after one of their scenes. These moments were becoming more and more important to Olivia, the trust that passed between them after an intense session, an awareness that Alex truly, utterly trusted her. She let her hand trace the blonde's jaw line, leaning down and placing a gentle, intimate kiss on the blonde's lips, her benevolent tongue a signal that their play had come to an end. Alex understood, and her tongue probed the detective's mouth, taking her fully in as she placed her free hands around Olivia's neck, brushing her fingers through the short brown locks.

Alex loved their kisses after a session; she loved the way Olivia traversed between her role of domineering, sadistic lover and gentle, attentive girlfriend. She let her hands roam across the smooth skin of Olivia's back, enjoying the flesh underneath her fingers, still warm from their lovemaking. She nibbled on the detective's lips as Olivia pulled back, smiling at her. "How are you doing?" she asked.

Alex kept her hands on the detective's back, not wanting Olivia's weight to leave. "I think you know how I'm doing," she replied with a coy smile. Olivia was pleased with her answer; she generally got a lot more out of Alex's eyes than her words. The attorney rolled over, and Olivia allowed her to easily switch their positions. "So," she said with a smile as she straddled the brunette, "the gala is semi-formal. Be ready Friday at 7:30. No work, no cases, just us."

Olivia laughed. "Just us and 300 other lawyers." She placed her hands on the attorney's hips, where her teeth had left several prominent marks against Alex's pale skin. "I think you earned it. I would love to go with you."