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“El, can I ask you a question?” She looked up at him, her head on his chest.
His finger traced a path up and down her outer bicep as they laid in bed. “Hmm?” He hummed, looked down at her, smiling. He loved having her in his arms at the end of a long day.
Blankets fallen around her waist allowed him a glorious view of her naked torso.
“Have you ever had rough sex?”
Olivia wasn’t really sure what his level with expertise was in the bedroom. He’d only ever been with Kathy, and she didn’t seem like the adventurous type. Surprisingly, it had yet to come up in their relationship, and this was the first time she’d thought to ask. She watched him quirk an eyebrow as he tried to control the shock that threatened to break out on his face.
“Define rough.” His voice broke, causing him to clear his voice.
“Some spanking, pinning arms behind the back or above the head depending on the position, maybe a little choking?” She struggled to hold back a chuckle as his chest flushed and threatened to creep to his face. She had her answer without needing him to speak. “That would be a no, got it.” She paused for a moment. “Would you want to?”
“Have, uh-” he took a deep breath, clearing his throat again. “Have you ever had rough sex?”
Olivia shrugged, nonchalantly. “College was a wild time for me, El.” She patted his chest. “I made sure to stay safe, but I also let loose and tried new things.” She ran her hand up and down his abdomen. “Plus, I was single for a while before we got together. Though, after starting SVU, I stopped some activities because I didn’t trust people.” She moved her hand lower, reaching under the covers and finding him hard. “I trust you though,” she pumped him with her hand a few times, “and it feels like you want this.” She heard him audibly gulp. “Do you want this? To get a little rough? Because it’s okay if you do.”
He nodded, moaning at the feel of her hand working him over.
“Okay,” she released him from her grip, trailing her hand back up his body to his throat. She moved so she was now straddling his thighs. “Let’s go over some basics when it comes to the choking, because that can be fatal if done improperly, you know.” She opened her right hand, placing her thumb on the right side of his neck, and the rest of her fingers on the left side. “What you want to do is squeeze the sides.” She squeezed just enough, showing him what to do. “You don’t want to push down on the trachea.”
She gently pushed her knuckle into his throat to show him what she was talking about. She then squeezed the sides of his neck for a few moments, letting him feel the rush. She let go, and smirked when his eyes went wide. “The point is to restrict blood flow, not crush someone’s windpipe.”
Olivia slid her hand from his throat, over his shoulder, down his bicep and took his hand in hers. She picked his hand up and placed it around her throat, showing him where to place his fingers, as she laid her hand over his. She gave his fingers a squeeze, encouraging him to do the same.
Elliot gulped nervously as he squeezed the sides of her neck. Liv tilted her head back slightly and let out a moan, which he could feel against his hand. The vibration against the palm of his hand made his dick twitch.
Olivia let up her grip on his hand and Elliot followed suit, releasing the sides of her neck. “Good boy,” she praised, knowing how much he loved it. “Such a quick learner.” She scratched the back of his head, and Elliot moaned, his eyes closing.
Her hand left his head and found its way to his chest, and was lightly tracing his abdomen. Elliot opened his eyes, and looked down, taking in Olivia’s expression.
Her bottom lip was sticking out in a pout and her eyes were wide as she looked up at him through her lashes.
“I’ve been naughty.” Her voice did not sound apologetic in the slightest, and he knew the game she was now playing at. “I deserve to be pushed.”
Elliot licked his lips before smirking. “You sure fucking do.” He moved so he was sitting on his on the edge of the bed, and grabbed her, yanking her off the bed, bending her over his lap. “Are you ready for you punishment?”
He watched Olivia nod before raising a hand in the air before bringing to down on her ass. Her moan only encouraged him. He repeated the motion, this time hitting the other cheek.
“Fuck,” Olivia moaned, “harder.”
Elliot lifted his hand again, bringing it down with more force this time, squeezing the cheek afterwards. Olivia whimpered in his lap causing him to do it several more time.
Elliot stood her upright, before standing himself and scooping her up in his arms. He tossed her on the bed, before crawling over her. He leaned down, kissing her neck before biting, sucking her flesh into his mouth. He knew he was going to leave a mark, but he didn’t care. She wanted rough, she was going to get rough. He did the same on the other side, this time leaving a large mark.
He moved his focus down to her breast. He teased the left nipple with his tongue before sucking into his mouth. He ran his tongue over the bud, before tugging at it with his teeth just enough that she whined. Elliot then gave the right one the same treatment.
Olivia grabbed the back of his head, trying to keep him there, but she was no match for him. He lifted his head, and grinned evilly down at her.
Elliot placed his hand around her throat, squeezing slightly like she taught him. “Does this turn you on?” he mocked, “Being used like this? For my pleasure?”
Elliot let up on her neck, but didn’t move his hand. With his other hand, he swiped at her pussy to feel how wet she was. She was practically dripping. “Oh, so it does turn you on?” His voice carrying a teasing lilt. “Do you want me to use you?” Olivia nodded. “Use your fucking words, Olivia,” he growled.
“Yes, please use me,” she moaned.
He moved his hand from her throat as he gathered up her wrists, pinning them above her head. He lodged his knee between her legs, opening her up to him. He took her in and grinned, biting his bottom lip in the middle. “You look so fucking beautiful. Spread out for me like this.” He chuckled. “Like you’re mine for the taking.”
Elliot plunged a finger inside of her, and on the withdrawal added a second. Olivia groaned, back arching off the mattress, attempting to grind into his hand. He moved quickly, feeling her wetness covering his hand.
“Mmmm, Elliot.” She whined. “Please. I need you to fuck me.”
He felt powerful being able to do this to her body. Having her writhe under him with just some touching; moaning and begging for him. He pulled his fingers out before circling her clit with his index finger, and she squirmed at his touch.
He grabbed his aching cock and swiped up and down her center, before he made a different decision.
Elliot let go of her wrists, grabbing her hips and flipping her onto her stomach. He then yanked her back to her ass was in the air. He delivered three quick smacks before lining himself up. He plunged into her, giving her no time to adjust.
Her moans were muffled by the blankets. He gathered her long hair up into her his hand, and yanked her up, causing her to yelp. “Is this how you want it?” he demanded, “Hard and fast?”
“Yes please.” She whimpered.
Elliot let go of her hair, and she braced herself on her arms. Elliot gripped onto her hips, and pounded into her. He knew she was going to have bruises in the shape of his fingers tomorrow, and he would remind her it was her idea.
She wasn’t complaining. In fact it was the opposite, she was really fucking enjoying herself. “You’re so fucking tight like this,” he moaned, “looking at you on your hands and knees is so fucking hot.” He let go of his grip on one of her hips and spanked her twice more, loving the sounds that escaped her mouth.
He could feel that telltale tingling that told him he wasn’t going to last much longer. He reached around and found her clit, rubbing furiously. “Come on Liv. You know how badly you want to cum for me,” she whimpered, grinding into his hand, “so go ahead, cum for me.”
Olivia pulsed around his cock, and that was the end of it for him. His hips stuttered, and he was buried all the way inside of her when came inside of her, twitching and throbbing as he did so, filling her.
As his orgasm was coming to an end, his hips stuttered again. When he was finished, and her aftershocks became painful around his now sensitive dick, he pulled out.
When they both were breathing regularly, he ran his hand up and down her back as a way to check in on her. “Was that what you wanted?” He needed to know that it was what she was looking for when she suggested this earlier.
“Fuck yeah,” she breathed out, “that was the best rough sex I’ve ever had.” She turned towards him. “Are you sure you’ve never done anything like that before?”
Elliot shook his head. “I promise, it’s never been like that before.”
Olivia nodded. “Damn,” she muttered, “you’re a fucking natural. And we definitely need to do that more often.” She smirked at him. “Though I’m thinking next time, I take control.”