No Rights: I don't own SVU, I don't own these characters, I don't own nothin'.

Disclaimer: Rated "M" for a reason, probably more than "M" *shrug*, S/M and mild EA is present.

Confession: Miss-spelled words are intentional ;)

Quickie: Once again a shout out to "Secretary". I loved a similar scene present in this movie. Watching two episodes of LawandOrder:SVU, season 3, immediately after finishing "Secretary"- led my freakish little mind to this. I decided then and there that Olivia and Alexandra would make perfect S/M partners. A play-ground within intercourse that is consistently, in my opinion, miss-represented as abusive and filled with hate. Really, when done responsibly- it's filled with mutual trust, mutual adoration, and a wide variety of combating sensations (respectfully keeping in mind that everyone is entitled to their own set boundaries.)

Part 11: The Desk

A ray of marigold cleaved the room in two. The dividing line, a fabrication from the opening door; it was merely light from the hallway- intruding into her domain. It laid there un-obscured, unobstructed; a bright solid beam against her lowly lit reserve. Emitting anticipation; giving a long moment of reflection about what was going to happen next.

It pulled at her. Her blood no longer circulated through inner rivers; it surged toward, was beckoned by- a single long stream of light. Perseverance- Alexandra stayed seated at her desk; working by her small stained glass lamp, scribbling bits of nothing on important papers- their significance now obsolete. Fortitude- even as Olivia entered, even as the door was slowly closed shut, even as she heard the distinctive click of a lock; ink flowed steady.

Olivia approached, stopped five feet from her desk, the very center of her space- staring silently. Control- Alexandra did not look up, would not look up; refused to recognize the contingency standing there, closing motionless upon her- the scratching pen becoming a solitary sound.

The hushed stand-off continued as she set another sheet face down upon the others and began her writing anew. Olivia still had not spoken, still had not moved, and for the first time Alexandra debated; questioning if she should remain looking down and say something cryptic, or should she merely look up- remaining speechless. The other option, persisting to ignore, was becoming a non-viable solution to this wanting predicament and Olivia wasn't budging. There had been too many hours in this last twenty-seven, something had to be done. Necessity- Alexandra looked up and said nothing.

She was powerfully beautiful. A vision to torment seasoned sculptors, that final piece they couldn't achieve. Her lips alone could never be re-created, even after years of study. And no stone, no formable material could they use, that would do justice to her skin- the color of coffee with a healthy drop of heavy cream. It looked even better with a dollop of yellow, a dab of purple- with a splash of red. When she passionately fixed her eye's upon you there was-

-Alexandra's silence wasn't communicating the way she had intended it to. Those eyes knew, she had been revealing everything. Another first, her embarrassed gaze wavered slightly- settling upon the note Olivia held in her hand. She needed to compensate for what was a noticeably shaky start-

"Bring it to-"

"Who say's I care to know?"

Her command interrupted, by a sure steady voice.

"Ex. cuse me-"

Hers' hitched, by an unsteady bereft feeling.

"Who say's I care about the taste of your- liquid honey is it? Yes, your 'liquid honey'."

Olivia spoke candidly; opened the letter for reference- like it was nothing note-worthy, just a doodle. Alexandra smirked, finally feeling assured. She could play this game. This was just a cry for attention, something she enjoyed giving, but it was rather disappointing. She thought better of Olivia, believed her to be a better match. Of course, she had only been fucked twice really.

"Your vigor last night wasn't proof enough?"

Her determination was regained with the conceited quip, the brash vocal was intentional. So was the way she methodically removed her glasses with one hand, placed them folded at the opposite edge of her desk- a sign of her past authority.

"You should put those back on. You're going to need them in a moment."

Olivia still hadn't moved from her spot, still hadn't changed her almost monotone delivery- but she had rejected the suggestive gesture. Alexandra was intrigued- but enough of her clout was present to not show anything.

She kept their fixed tension and elegantly rose from her seat. She delicately trailed the wooden border with some fingertips, sauntering around to the front- removing the barricade between them. She daintily leaned in a slight sit, smoothly picked up her frames, and hooked them onto her white button-up blouse; laying them between her slightly exposed breasts- daring the detective.

Olivia didn't speak, didn't seethe- surprisingly she still was not responding.

She slowly widened her legs, letting the movement hitch her skirt up, the cloth rising tightly against her thighs-

"What prize were you fighting for then, my pet- if not to taste me?"

-teasing their inner rise, lightly pursing her lips, letting her breath deepen, allowing her aroused state to show- taunting her sore loser. Alexandra loved playing with fire- literally and figuratively.

Olivia finally came. She placed her leg between the spread, ran her hands up the lawyer's waist, gently plucked the glasses from their place, lightly pursing her lips, carefully putting them back atop the adorable nose, letting her breath deepen, securing them behind the charming ears; slowly leaning into one's nautical curve, whispering sweetly-

"Punishment Alexandra; that was my gratifying prize already received-"

She seized her wrists with bruising pressure and her capture slightly gasped. It was the same catch, the same dream inspiring act from a little over three months ago; the same impassioned move that had compelled Cabot to act- inviting Benson to her office, giving her a taste of what was rough and risqué, grinding its' want into her. Alex was brought back, that same storm was brewing within Olivia's pupils- she wanted her to release its fury violently, she wanted her to skillfully twist and give another, wanted her to force their lips into a hard demanding kiss.

"-this is your winner's reward for services left un-rendered-"

She did skillfully twist them harshly- bringing them to the point just before sprain, pressing them roughly into the small of her back. Olivia twisted just a little more- another sharp shot of pain snaked through her bones, caused her to purl in a tight treble. But instead of a kiss- her body was whirled with the same cylindrical force manifested within Olivia's mirrored hurricane. Her chest crashed hard into the unyielding wood, her buckling knees knocked severely into the desk's backing; her high-heeled feet struggled to find footing. She purled again.

It was Olivia's muscular center that pushed her rear up; gave her some grounding- forced her lower back to stretch into a bent over position. It was Olivia's experience that kept her wrists braided tightly; using only one of her own- forcing them to sit in pained patience before cool heavy metal clasped in a cutting replacement. It was her years of training; with a new found valuable use, which clinched the fair neck with marked power as she bore her weight down. Alexandra's body unable to match her strength, her hands cuffed and unable to fight back- the once pompous victor now in the detective's over-excited custody. Her teasing perpetrator thrummed in stifled approval. This would suffice.

"Now, about your rather assumptive note."

As Olivia disengaged, rising up briefly to unfold the document- Alex just had to try and lift as well. Her efforts were immediately checked- Olivia easily and quickly shoving her back down with a one armed push. Her center still pressed firmly into Cabot's ass and, as she shoved, it further jammed the lawyer's crotch into the desks' ridge- so she tried to rise again. Astonished by the increased force as she was shoved back down, becoming more turned on as her torso was leaned into, as her skewed glasses were fixed- as her head was mashed down to keep it in place. A pen molding its' image into her flushed cheek as Olivia warmly husked-

"Stay."

So she did; her sex already twitching. She watched from slanted peripherals expectantly as staples were smacked into her note, Olivia attaching it to a small wooden frame. It held a photo of her graduating from Harvard Law; the piece of paper perfectly smothered the image- the frame proved perfect, as it was set inches in front of her, to hold the message clearly for her sideway view.

"Let's review its' contents, shall we?"

Olivia stood confidently behind her, Alexandra had acquiesced- she remained hand-cuffed, bent over, dairy-air held high.

"Read it aloud."

An order, it required her participation- should she fight again or without contest let this continue? Her sex spasm'ed an answer- continue, there was time enough for a spirited struggle.

"I was disappointed wHEH-"

WHACK!

Her reading was interrupted by an iron like smack to the center of her ass. Olivia briefly kept her palm there, her fingers curled into the curve until she slowly pulled away, her hand drawing back, staying low-

"Continue. . . "

Alexandra was still slightly winded; there was no throb, the assault held too much linear force for a sting.

"-with how easily you lost yestEHR-"

The next one paddled a grunt through her, the fingers once again curled into her curve; the hand was once again slowly pulled away.

"-day evening. Don't you want to tAEH-st my liquid honey? Yours reminds mAEH- of the earth, woodsy with a hAIH-nt of salt.-"

Her usual perfect annunciation faltered more with each firm smack. Olivia didn't wind-mill her arm, but the dispatched under-handed connection held all the alacrity of a fastball pitch- sending pleasure careening through her strike zone. Alexandra's body jockeyed, her breath staggered, her arousal cached in large bursts.

"-I've been told mine is like a rAIH-pe pineapple, citrusy and s-AHWE-eet. But you wouldn't know-"

WHACK!

"-ahh-would you detective?"

In the note, her last sentence had been a taunting question- now, with one well timed wallop, it was a question of need. Would you detective?

"Again."

Alexandra's only thought-

Oh yes please.

During the second round of recitation Olivia struck with more flare in her steady form; accelerating down from high, swiping from the side, rushing onward from down low. Her rhythm increased, her cadence regenerated, her strength rejuvenated with the catalyst of every grunt and groan. Alexandra viewed the note with more and more difficulty- her shape rattled into different directions, jostling about thunderously. The high hits caused her to stiffen- the police grade handcuffs cutting into her skin. The low hits caused her crotch to jam forward- the desk's ridge bruising her thighs, taunting her wanting sex. Besides the uniquely different decibels densely proclaiming contact had been made, she could barely hear the sound of her commanded soliloquy. The words became ambiance, devoid of meaning; except for the last three- Olivia's timing was once again perfect.

WHACK!

"Would you detective?"

It was only their fourth time together, and Alexandra already felt like she was begging. Olivia had stopped. The time to challenge was now; she had to regain some composure, some semblance of control. It didn't matter if she was successful, trying for dominance would be enough to prolong this incredible scene. And despite her fatigue she wanted this to last; it couldn't be over so soon. Before Alex could manage her situation toward some supervised ideal, Olivia proved any participation based in captious contemplation wasn't necessary. She pressed her downward palm into the already stretched skirt, making it expand beyond the designer cut- popping its' stitching. The steady plunge continued until all layered cloth crowded into the lawyer's cunt. Alexandra couldn't act beyond a tentative rub, beyond impulsively whining.

"Assumption one: calling this liquid honey."

Olivia's tone was playful, almost demeaning, as the most outer garment became soiled. There was a substantive amount of wetness present from her little romp- and now it was soaking through.

"It's cum Alexandra. This is your cum."

She couldn't move as the skirt was unzipped, as it was brought down with her stockings and underwear, everything bunched awkwardly around her still parted knees. Olivia kept a hand inches away from her exposed reddened rear; enjoying the warm conductive heat, noting the patches of purple permeating through the pinkish skin. She could see Alexandra's pussy pulse with her overwrought breath, could see the tempting 'ripe pineapple' drivel out once, twice. But she was in control, her mistress was gloriously wanting; the alluring flavor she hankered for would have to wait. She took her sweet time before continuing.

"Assumption two: that I care about how it taste."

Alexandra's head rolled into the desk as she wantonly whimpered. She had to have some more contact. The tough diligence brought upon her so recently was sorely missed; her ass finally felt the wallops' searing sting. She needed something brought upon her again, or-better yet, inside her; anything.

"What if I don't? Maybe I'm better served not caring."

Her wish was provokingly granted. She could feel the cold steel of Olivia's belt buckle resting lightly between her cheeks. The detective's fingers grazed the inside of her no longer numbed posterior as she unlatched it; they fiddled in her crack as it was undone. The leather rubbed against her in a long drawn out line as it was pulled out from the loops, a single silver button pressed its' freeze between her seat- a little period punctuating the belt's release. At first Alexandra's womanhood stirred with each small pleasurable sensation, now it pumped in celebration.

"Assumption three: that you don't care-"

Olivia kept the belt in her hand as she unbuttoned her pants, lording its' presence over her, just inside her; a gesture of encouragement- stay still and I just might find a worthwhile use. It was working; Alexandra didn't budge as the scratch of a zipper ran down her bottom's slit, as jean buffed down its' outer contours, as it was tickled with the soft curl of trimmed bush.

"-that you don't crave my tongue's fucking."

The mere hope of it sent Cabot over the edge. Her hips began gyrating, her pussy seeking whatever relief it could get; imagining pressure was present in the air, trying to will the too high wooden ridge upfront to lower, to move to a better angle. Olivia let out a low satisfied laugh as her high-in-mighty seductress audibly sniveled, obviously struggled- and then cracked hard upon the undulating ass. She leaned her weight down, once again clinched the fair nape, and gleefully hissed close to her ear-

"Impatience was never a trait I associated with you before."

Alexandra moaned in agreement, stifled a 'please'. Olivia discovered an un-planned use for her belt. Originally she thought it'd be fun for lashings, but now . . . she brought it under and around her slender neck, looped it through and pulled. An improvised leash to keep her rapidly disobedient Cabot in line and from her purring- with this she also agreed.

"Now that you've found a new appreciation for your rather poetic writing, read it aloud- again."

She didn't yet, was waiting . . . Olivia tugged, gave another hard ass smacking.

"Again."

Oh yes please.

She didn't yet, was waiting . . . Olivia tugged harder, smacked even more harshly. As Alexandra was rocked her moan was choked- small stars twinkled lightly as the paper faded back into view.

"I said-Again!"

Oh yes please.

She didn't yet, was waiting . .. there was no aggressive retaliation- Olivia paused. She wasn't going to keep playing into these guided reactions. Instead she placed her hand between them. The backing dipped into the lawyer's neglected juices, lubricated them up through her crack. Cabot's ass was touched with bending knuckles, hinting at the finger pressing into the other woman's corridor. It started to swirl up and down- Olivia was polishing her own pearl. She made sure every selfish caress was felt, held nothing back and focused on her own pleasure, letting any organic utterance be heard.

Alexandra forgot what she was fighting for, becoming more aroused by this shared self-indulgence than anything she had once planned. The tossing overseer continued as she started to gyrate again- trying to participate in any way capable, wanting to stake some claim on this chance for release. As soon as Alexandra verbalized her enjoyment Olivia abruptly stopped. She coiled the belt in one fist and left the other in its' place, waiting.

If she wanted more she was going to have to be more agreeable.

"Again."

Alexandra harrumphed before willingly granting.

"I was disappointed by . . ."

Tonight, just like yesterday, Olivia far from disappointed.

She started slow, her actions spanning through an entire sentence. As Alexandra would open- Olivia's finger would stroll up her own avenue then skip on her clit, the lawyer's sensing hind always a shadowed companion. A few marks in she would begin to pull up on the leash; Alexandra's head would slowly rise with it, her increasingly smothered chords would struggle to finish. Right at the portions end, just when her passageway was at the brink of full constriction, Olivia's raised hand would heavily smack down; her head would drop back onto the desk, her center would crash back into its' ridge, her exposed back end would sting, air would gulp back through her- the last word would always come out as a yelp. Except for the last three of course, the final sentence would always be cut into two, insuring Alexandra clearly stated-

WHACK!

"WOULD you detehctive?"

Olivia would sternly hush out her continuing command-

"Again."

-becoming more and more excited as her madam moaned in appreciation, went still and gathered determination, daintily placed her head in the proper position, then set her sights squarely onto the note; whole-heartedly obeying.

"I was. . . "

After three small series of the same performance; the measures were now memorized- Olivia escalated. Nothing strolled, nothing slowly pulled; she thrust forward as her fingers ran in circles, she flat-out yanked while raising her arm, her heavy hand no longer dropped down- it cracked. Alexandra's head kept slamming back down ready to soon be brought back up, her center crashed back into the desk ready to soon be jerked away or, better yet-further into, bruising the same spot on her upper thigh, her wrists now buzzing in slicing strain through and through. Oxygen was gulped quickly out of necessity; she was ready, waiting for it to be depleted down to empty. Each crack noticeably expanded her determination, noticeably extended her arousing state. Olivia in response became a well-fueled machine of rocketing power and Alexandra's body, soaring through episodic fits, experienced celestial chaos.

"Again."

The earnest masturbation was a magnetic field of uninhibited expedition, Alexandra's being yielded to its' gravity. No matter how far her bottom bounded to and fro with each crack, yank, drop, grind; it always pulled back- driving into the increasingly combined wet connection. The quick tight strangles compressed all speech into bursting rays of light, squeezing condensed air into an optical glow. Her building orgasm begged her to keep trying; to attempt a continued production of these ultra-violet vocals before collision- Olivia's crack a narrow jet of shattering interruption, a reverse shock surging stellar stimulation. Soon she didn't allow even a millisecond for Alexandra's body to discern, to appreciate, to conceive this universal height- every action seemed to combine with its' opposite, with its' equal. Whether she was actually saying words or unintelligibly babbling neither woman knew, neither cared. Olivia was being loud again. Alexandra's core was collapsing in on itself, a hyper nova coming into view; this could not be maintained, could no longer be contained – she exploded. Olivia wrecked above her, her own orgasm coming fragmented through the splintered screams below.

She remained standing, breathing heavily as her lover rode the long wave-lengths, muttering into the desk-

"would you detective, would you detective, would you. . . "

The murmurs continued as she found her strength, as she pulled up and buttoned her pants. Olivia now understood why Alexandra always seemed to find energy to move before she did. Watching her rock and lazily writhe- still reciting, bare assed and bent over; Olivia smiled. It wasn't one of present satisfaction- though this was rather gratifying; it was one of imminent indulgence. She briefly held her hand above the heated rear, still catching her breath- the fair skin a fire of red, pink, yellow, and purple. Surprisingly it shifted up a little, trying to be touched. Olivia smiled again; the blonde was in fact insatiable.

She grabbed the cuffed hands and forced Cabot to stand through wobbling knees. Alex was half aware, still gathering air, still seeing stars- but she was expecting her to say it, was lost in the want for her to, to demand it one more time- instead Olivia nuzzled her neck, lightly kissed her cheek before sweetly whispering into her ear ,

"You're taking me to your place tonight."

Essentially she did-

commanding once 'again'.

P.S.- Became two chapters as I was writing; Olivia hasn't used her recent purchase yet *hehe*

P.P.S- Work got needy. Too many assignments; too little time. Finally have time to write again, next one up soon.