Undercover

Chapter 57

She moved to the side of the bed and grabbed his large forearm into her hand, clasping one around his thick veiny wrist before closing the other around a bar in a headboard. His dick noticeably twitches as he draws his head back to look at the metal against his skin.

Shes sure that it was purely coincidental until his dick twitches again when she latches the other. She bites her lip. "You like this don't you?" She asks but it's entirely rhetorical, it couldn't be more obvious. He denied it, not with words but he lets his eyes fall everywhere but hers as he closes his fingers tightly around the brims of the cuffs, completely silent apart from his heady breathing.

"Answer me." She demanded and a grunt escapes his lips. When he still didn't answer she grew more convinced he would need a punishment, clearly having no problems being defiant. She was in control now and she wouldn't allow that.

If she had a ball gag she'd slip it between the lips that refused to respond to her. She climbs overtop of him, sitting on him and straddling his chest, legs settling on either side of his head. She would show him who was the boss. She was the Captain and she would not be disobeyed, feeling turned on by the thought of taking control in a way she wasn't used to. Elliot was almost always in control apart from that one time when she was angry after their night out with Rollins and Carisi, and she usually loved it, begged for him to take control even but tonight, tonight it was her turn to set the pace.

She grabs the blindfold and lifts his head from the bed, no longer feeling the need to be as gentle and tender as he had been with her, because clearly he was enjoying her being rough. When his voice didn't confirm his dick did yet again as she wrapped the blindfold around his eyes and fastened it tightly, forcefully tying a knot that sat against his scalp and pushing his head back down to the bed.

She slides off of his chest and off the bed and he's already left wondering what she's doing. He begins moving in the bed and she can hear the cuffs rattle in the headboard as she departs the room towards the kitchen. "Liv?" He asks when he hears her footsteps grow quieter until they completely disappear, his voice is throaty and hoarse, his throat had completely run dry, presumably from the countless times he swallowed in place of answers and trying to control himself. He grows fearful at her departure until he hears her footsteps drawing closer no more than a minute later.

His heart settles. Slightly. He hears the clinking of ice against a glass and concludes that she must have been thirsty. That is until she climbs on top of him again. This time straddling his waist and lowering her face down towards his. 

He can smell the scotch on her breath. "Thirsty baby?" He asks and when she doesn't respond he continues. "Didn't like the wine?" She laughs at that. "I thought you said I could have some of your scotch?" She runs a finger over his chest, circling his nipples and ribcage. "You can. You can have whatever you want babygirl." His voice is rigid and husky. "So you just don't want the thousand dollar bottle of wine to go to waste right?" His chest tightens slightly, surprised by her inquiry. He throat tightens and he bites his lip nervously. "Do you always buy expensive wine or were you just trying to get into my pants?"

Before he can answer her lips are on his, parting slightly as a cold pool of scotch slips into his mouth. It surprises him but he swallows, it burns his throat scratchy throat slightly but he remains silent. Not wanting to give her another reason to torment him, for complaining. She brings her mouth to his lips once more and tugs at his bottom one with her teeth as she finally pulls away. At last she's ready to proceed and sets the glass on the counter. He hears the noise and his mind races a mile a minute thinking about what she might do next.

That is until he feels her lowering herself down onto him. But not the way he was expecting. "Bad boys have to be punished." She ordered, settling her legs on either side of his head and lowering herself down onto his face. She had already had an orgasm, she was overly sensitive, the slightest brush of his tongue would surely almost make her cum again, but it had less to do with pleasure and more to do with asserting her unestablished dominance.