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“Get your ass in that fucking bedroom and get undressed, Olivia.” Elliot demanded, as he locked the door to her apartment. He watched her walk into her room with a sway of her hips, taunting him. “You’re in enough trouble,” he called out, his voice reverberating against the wall. He was glad she had a corner apartment, and her neighbors had moved out months ago, but the apartment remained unoccupied. “I wouldn’t push your luck if I were you.”
Elliot took off his suit jacket, throwing it on the back of her couch, before yanking off his tie, nearly ripping the fabric from the force with which he was tugging. He slipped off his shoes, before taking off his socks and tucking them into his shoes.
He tugged at his pants, his raging hard on straining against the fabric, rubbing him wrong and only adding irritation to his already pissed off mood.
When he walked into Olivia’s bedroom, he found her naked, sitting on her bed, hands placed on her knees. She looked up at him with wide eyes, bottom lip slightly poking out in a pout.
“Cut the crap, Olivia,” he seethed, his temper rising as she pretended to be innocent.
“I don’t know what you mean, sir.” Her fake sweetness had him about two moments away from making sure she didn’t cum tonight.
“Oh you don’t?” He let his irritation show through, not holding back. “I think you know damn well what you did.”
“Hmm,” she tapped her chin, knowing she was burrowing further under his skin with each passing second. “I’m not recalling. I think you should enlighten me.”
His rage filled the room, and she almost found it funny. He wasn’t violent even when his temper flared like it was tonight, and he wouldn’t hurt her in anyway that wasn’t consensual, but she knew she was in for some rough, angry sex tonight, and the thought made her so wet.
“Well let’s start with the suggestive comments at the table that only I would understand.” He unbuckled his belt, slowly pulling it through the loops. “Then, there was the “accidental” spilling the of your almost empty drink on me, and insisting you help clean it up since you made the mess.” He folded the belt in half, pulling on each end making it snap, the sound echoing through the room. “I think Kathy really fucking liked that one.” Sarcasm dripped from his statement.
“Since when do you care what she thinks,” Olivia muttered, crossing her arms under her breasts.
“Since I’m trying not to get caught fucking my hot, feisty, firecracker of a partner before I can give her divorce papers.” Elliot reminded her sharply. “Then when I was already sporting a hard on the size of Russia, which I was trying to hide from her, you decided it was the perfect time to slip your heel off and rub your foot against my dick.”
He leaned down menacingly, mere centimeters from her face, untucking her arms, and pinning her wrists to the bed. “You made me moan with her next to me, and i almost came at the fucking table.”
He backed away, and unbuttoned his shirt, sliding it off. “Did you know she had her hand on my thigh, and was rubbing me with her hand while you were rubbing me with your foot?”
“She was what?” Olivia growled, her turn for her temper to rise. “Little miss ’missionary is the only position that God allows’ was trying to give you an over the pants hand job at the table?”
Elliot nodded, smirking. Seeing her jealousy shining through was hot, but he was still pissed off at her. “She’s never done anything like that before. She must’ve seen how fucking hard you made me when you were wiping at my crotch, and thought she could help. Both of you messing with my hard cock in my pants at the same time, I started leaking. I wasn’t kidding when I said I almost came at the table.” He watched her turn red with anger. “Ya know, if she’s gonna start being more adventurous like that…”
He watched her face fall before her temper came back 10 fold. “If you’re insinuating what I think you are,” her voice was dark, no nonsense, “you can get the fuck out now, and never come back.”
“Doesn’t feel so fucking good to be at the final stage of pissed off, does it?” He was getting cocky, despite his anger still being there.
“There’s a difference between playing a game at a restaurant during dinner with your wife,” she clenched and unclenched her fist, ready to hit something, “and you ‘joking’ about staying with her.” Olivia paced back and forth in front of her bed. “When we started this thing, you told me I wouldn’t be the other woman forever. That you marriage was over, and your sex life was practically nonexistent.” Elliot had to really focus on what she was saying and not the bouncing of her perfect tits as she walked. “If she’s squeezing and caressing your dick in public, there must be something to your sex life.”
“No,” Elliot insisted, grabbing her arm before she could turn and walk away, “there isn’t. She was just pissed that you had been touching me. Claiming her territory.”
She tried yanking her arm away, but Elliot tightened his grip. “I may have embellished a bit, she only touched me for a few moments, before I knocked her hand away. I’m not sure if you saw the look I gave her when you started rubbing me with your foot, but that was to stop her.” He looked down at her and could see she was ready to strangle him. “I didn’t like when she was touching me. It actually almost made me soft.”
“I’m going to fucking kill you,” she growled through gritted teeth. “This isn’t a fucking game, Elliot. You don’t get to play with my fucking heart like that.”
“Now you know how I feel every time you go on a date.” He starts to feel himself getting worked up again at the thought. He let go of her arm, squeezing himself through his pants “How I feel when you come in with a hickey, or walking a little different than normal.” He unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, pushing them down freeing his hard dick. “Knowing you fucked some other guy, even though you fucking belong to me, Olivia. My cock is the only one that should be in you, fucking you.”
“You don’t get to claim me, Elliot.” She rolled her eyes. “I’m not yours to claim. I can fuck anyone I want, and you know what?” She knew this was going to hit him, even if it was a lie. “Some of them fuck me so much better than you. The way their dicks fill me, and they hit just the right spot.”
“Fine,” he said, collecting his clothes, his turn to pout. “Call one of them.”
“You’re really just going to walk away like that?” Olivia taunted. “Not even going to try to prove yourself.” When he showed no sign of turning around, she sighed. “Looks like you’re not the only one who can embellish Stabler, but good to know you’re just willing to give up, I guess.”
Elliot threw his stuff down, and turned back towards her. He marched over to her, grabbing her shoulder, and taking her back to her bedroom. “On your fucking knees, Benson.” He she didn’t move, he took her elbow and yanked her down. “I said on your fucking knees. You’re going to listen to me tonight, because I am fucking claiming you. You’re only mine from here on out.”
She looked up at him, expectantly. “I’m only yours. I won’t even let her get near my dick if that’s what I need to do, and I will get to an attorney’s office first thing in the morning, but you will not be fucking anyone else again. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Detective Stabler.”
He grabbed her chin, jerking her head up, and running his thumb over her bottom lip. “I’m gonna fuck that pretty mouth of yours. And then when you can’t take anymore of that, I’m will fuck that tight little pussy of yours until you’re begging. If you’re good, I will consider letting you cum.” He watched her gulp as excitement dancing in her eyes. “Is that okay with you?”
“Yes,” she moaned.
Elliot gripped her chin tightly, prying her jaw open. Elliot ran the tip of his cock across her bottom lip, before thrusting into her mouth. Elliot gathered her hair in his hand and thrust into her mouth hitting the back of her throat, causing her to gag around the tip. Elliot moaned at the feeling. He pushed himself as far a he could so he was all the way in her mouth, and held himself there. He felt Olivia close her lips around his dick, and suck, swallowing around him.
Elliot felt himself starting to leak pre-cum into her mouth, and gave two final hard thrusts, which she gagged before pulling out of her mouth. She had tears running down her face, her makeup was ruined, and he couldn’t be more proud of himself.
Elliot yanked her up by her arm. “On the bed, on your hands and knees.” Olivia did as she was told. “If you wanna fuck other men and act like a whore, I’m gonna fuck you like a whore.” Elliot grabbed his dick and swiped the head up and down her pussy, feeling just how wet she was for him. “You’re fucking dripping, I can see it on your thighs. Do you ever get this wet for other guys, Olivia?”
“No.” She squeaks out. “Never. I don’t trust other men like that.”
“That’s right,” his voice is soothing, yet demanding. “You know you’re safe with me, even though we get a little rough. I would stop if you wanted me to at any time.” He pet the back of her head, reassuring her she was safe with him.
“I know,” she breathed out. “Trust me, El. I know. With what we do for a living, I know you would never go farther than agreed upon boundaries, and stop as soon as I said so. That’s why I’m willing to do this with you.” She felt him line himself up with her entrance, and she moaned as she felt him push in just a bit. “Now fuck me like the whore I am, sir.”
Elliot pushed into her hard and quick, slamming into her. Elliot grabbed the back of her neck, pushing her down so that her face was in the blankets. Elliot then grabbed her arms pinning her wrists behind her back with one hand while the other grasped onto her hip. “That’s a good little whore. Taking it from behind. God, you’re so tight like this.”
He felt her clench around him. “I didn’t fucking say you could cum.” Elliot pounded into her at a furious pace. She was so tight around him, and he wasn’t going to be able to hold out much longer.
He let go of her hip, and reached around to her front, finding her clit. He gathered some wetness and rubbed circles on and around her clit. Elliot felt her start to clench more and more around him. “Go ahead and cum.”
He felt Olivia pulse around him, and it only took a few more thrusts until he was cumming inside of her, twitching and pulsing as he let go in her.
After her aftershocks subsided, he pulled out, and lowered her gently to the bed. He could see how exhausted she was. He went to the bathroom and got a washcloth, cleaning them both up. He pulled her blankets down, and picked her up, tucking her into bed. He went into her kitchen and got her a bottle of water and some grapes. He got into bed next to her and pulled her into him.
“Here,” he said, handing her the water. “You need to drink this and then eat at least a few of these.”
Whenever he was rough with her, he made sure to provide plenty of aftercare to make sure she returned to normal headspace. She drank the water, and he popped a few grapes into her mouth, before taking a couple for himself.
She looked up at him, eyes hopeful. “Are you really leaving her?”
“Yeah, ‘Livia,” he squeezed her tighter to his body. “I’m really leaving her, and then I’ll be all yours, and only yours.”
He kissed her forehead as her eyes started to drift shut. “Get some sleep, we have to work in the morning.” He slid down so he was next to her. She moved her head over his chest to heart his heartbeat, and he rubbed his hand up and down his arm as he drifted off to sleep.