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Olivia walked towards her room with clumsy steps and a hunched back, completely exhausted. She kept wondering if what she did day after day at her job was worth it. If her efforts to eliminate the scum from the streets were really worth anything.
If one day she would stop fighting because they would all be extinct.
At least, that day wouldn't be "the day."
She had been at the court since early morning only to end up listening to the judge declaring a mistrial against Joe Alwyn, a career pedophile who, with his kindness and handsome face, managed to convince the jury (or at least a couple of them) that he was innocent. She was fed up. At that moment, she just wanted to have one or several glasses of good wine until she forgot her own name.
Before doing anything, she had to check if her wife was home.
Supposedly, she would be at the morgue until late.
It never hurts to check.
She wasn't going to shout calling her; if she was clearly sleeping, it would wake her up and lead to a big argument, and that wasn't what she felt like at the moment. After climbing the stairs, she reached the room and opened the door, listlessly. Quickly, her sense of smell was overwhelmed by a strong and pleasant vanilla aroma, which she was sure belonged to her wife's favorite incense.
The one she used when she needed to relax. "My poor girl, she also had a tough day."
Her attempt to inspect the room was a failure due to the darkness, so she turned on the light. The sight that greeted her was definitely not what she had expected, so she took a moment to check and admire what she saw while the fatigue lifted off her.
Melinda was waiting for her, reclining on the bed, dressed in an emerald green lingerie set that stood out against her skin. The sheer stockings of the same color climbed up to mid-thigh, held up by delicate garters. She reclined against the headboard with a playful smile.
Liv stood in her place with her mouth slightly open, feeling her lungs empty from the pleasant surprise.
"Finally, you arrive, Benson," she murmured, her fixed and penetrating gaze locked onto her wife's eyes.
The heat rose through Olivia's body.
Her eyes traced every curve with hunger. Slowly, Melinda slid her hand inside her thigh, caressing the skin with lazy fingers as she spread her legs.
"Do you like what you see, detective?" her voice was deep, just the voice she knew perfectly drove Olivia crazy.The brunette swallowed hard upon noticing that Melinda's panties had no crotch, and her breath caught when she saw the small plastic tube protruding between her thighs.
Damn it. Melinda wanted to drive her crazy. And she was succeeding. She took a step forward, but her thoughts were clouded by excitement and she couldn't say anything.
The ebony woman wet her lips, enjoying the effect it had on her wife, and adopted a feigned sad expression before speaking.
—You know? I have started to get tired of this routine of the last few days. Seeing you come home tired and then just watching you fall onto the bed like a log—she complained, her tone of complaint softened by the sensuality with which she arched her back. —So I thought today I should take action about it—one hand continued tracing imaginary lines on her skin while the other began to massage her right breast over her tight bra.
—Now I see it—she licked her lips, then smiled sideways and brushed his bangs off her forehead. She took a small object out of the front pocket of her jeans and held it up for Melinda to see. It was the remote control the same color as the vibrator.
Melinda's eyes sparkled with malice. Everything was going according to plan, and she couldn't be prouder of herself.
—So is this why you put this in my lunch this morning?—she pressed a button.
Melinda gasped when the vibrator came to life inside her. She bit her lower lip and nodded.
"I thought it was some kind of mistake" Olivia said jokingly as she increased the intensity to a second level.
Melinda stifled a moan and arched her back, surrendering to the fascinating sensation. Her chest rose and fell forcefully as she tried to regain the control she had set out to have that night.
Olivia noticed it and decided that she was the one in control, literally. With a mischievous smile, she increased the intensity to a third level. Melinda clenched her fists in the sheets and her slightly parted mouth let out a sharp moan, surrendering completely to pleasure. Olivia felt her pants really uncomfortable as the moisture began to emerge between her thighs. She was ready to devour her.
The problem was when her mind threw a memory at her that horrified her even more when she heard footsteps quickly approaching the room, followed by her friend's carefree voice. Shit.
How could she forget about Casey? She had invited her for a drink after the crushing defeat in court, but neither of them was in the mood for a bar, so Liv kindly suggested her house. Now she regretted it.
Panic paralyzed her. Her mind wasn't working clearly, too clouded by lust. She didn't have time to move, warn Melinda, or try to stop her. She saw her cross the threshold while reading the label on the bottle of wine she had in her hand.
—Liv, I can't find your corkscrew. Can you...—she looked up from the bottle and quickly regretted doing so. —Oh my God!—her eyes widened before she fixed her gaze on the ground, wishing the Earth would swallow her up.
Olivia finally reacted and abruptly turned off the vibrator, the silence in the room becoming deafening. Her eyes quickly darting between her wife and her friend, not knowing how the hell to handle the situation.
Melinda just let out an annoyed huff.
She didn't even make an attempt to cover herself. Her posture remained relaxed, her legs still open. The only thing that seemed to bother her was that the fun had faded.
"I'm sorry, I..." Casey stammered, not knowing what to say. Shame had tinged her cheeks a deep red.
—No, Case, I'm sorry I forgot you were downstairs—she bit the inside of her cheek with worry. What would Casey think of them now? Would she still treat them as if nothing happened?
Casey couldn't resist the temptation to look again. Her head lifted slowly as she swallowed hard. She never imagined being in that situation. At least not with them. But if there was one thing I couldn't deny, it was that Melinda looked good. Very well.
—Well, I don't blame you—she blurted out without thinking before covering her mouth with her hand in surprise at what she had just said. Did she really just imply that she liked seeing her friend half-naked, in front of her wife?
Olivia looked at her incredulously, frowning. When she turned to Mel and found a wicked and approving smile on her face, her lips curved slightly upward and she relaxed.
Casey blinked upon noticing that she didn't look away. She cleared her throat and looked back at the floor, the blush staining her chest and even the roots of her hair. Her hand was numb from gripping the wine bottle tightly and for so long.
She briefly turned towards the door, but couldn't take a step outside. She couldn't define what she was supposed to do.
Rather, what she wanted to do.
—I should go—although it was supposed to be a statement, her trembling voice made it seem like she was asking.
Olivia looked at Melinda with her eyes wide open. Both had begun to plan very interesting situations for the three of them, although they remained quite still. They wouldn't do anything their friend wasn't ready for. Consent was paramount for everyone.
"Do you want to leave?" Melinda questioned, the temptation implicit in her tone.
Casey scratched her forehead and sighed. Did she want to leave? The answer to that simple question was contradictory. Yes, she wanted to. But she also felt her breath quickening, her clothes burning her sensitive skin. Her mind had already begun to concoct various scenarios, and in each one, she ended up screaming in pleasure. She was clear that she would regret it later if she made the foolish decision to leave.
There was also the part that didn't want to ruin her friendship with them over a wild night. And her logical side that didn't want to be unfaithful to her boyfriend. She opened her mouth, but the words got stuck in her throat.
"If you want, you can stay and just watch" Olivia proposed with a soothing tone.
—But if you leave... forget that tonight ever existed—she murmured, her dark gaze fixed on the redhead.
A few seconds passed, seeming like an eternity for the couple. Especially for Melinda, who longed to have Liv's hands dancing over her body in a dance of passion. She didn't want to pressure her, but she was eager for her to make a decision so she could move on for once and for all.
She huffed upwards, brushing a small strand of hair away from his face with her own breath. "Come on Case, it's not that difficult. Yes or no, period".
Almost as if she had transmitted those words telepathically, the youngest nodded as she entered the room. She left the bottle on the dresser in the corner, took off her coat, and took her place in a small armchair against the back wall to the left, right in front of the bed.
She could feel their eyes watching her every move. Olivia nodded, satisfied to see her feel at home. When Casey looked up, they were so still they seemed like statues. She was grateful that they waited for verbal approval, because her thoughts were still in debate.
—I'll just watch, if that's alright with you—she whispered innocently, while rubbing her hands together.
Mel and Liv nodded in confirmation, finally lifting a weight off their shoulders that allowed them to continue having fun.
Melinda moved her hand, tracing her body until she reached her pussy, starting to rub herself from top to bottom. "Enjoy it, Case" she winked at him and turned her gaze back to Liv.
She was ready to put on a great show.
Casey felt her heart in her throat.
Damn, if she didn't feel so small and insecure, she would have jumped onto the bed to be part of it from the beginning. She shifted in her seat, uncomfortable with the slippery sensation between her legs, and focused all her attention, becoming a silent witness to the movements in front of her.
Olivia took off her jacket, letting it fall off her shoulders until the buttons hit the floor.
"The shirt too, baby," Melinda ordered, now with both hands massaging her breasts. Olivia smiled slyly and began unbuttoning her shirt, holding Linda's gaze with a glint of challenge.
When she was left with only her bra and jeans, she climbed onto the bed, kneeling between Mel's legs. She ran her hand over her wife's lips, feeling their warmth and moisture. She gasped in response.
Mel felt herself starting to empty as she watched Olivia's hand slide further down, carefully taking and pulling the dripping and slippery vibrator out, setting it aside. Then, her lips began a path of kisses from her knee to her center, stopping every now and then to suck on her skin, leaving red marks and saliva.
The tip of her nose brushed lightly against Mel's clitoris when she brought her face closer to catch her scent. She inhaled deeply, encountering the mix of her natural scent and the cocoa body wash with which she had pampered her so many times in the bath. She looked at her over her eyebrows while smiling lovingly.
"Did you shower with that wonderful chocolate soap, princess?"—she moved her face from side to side, giving her clitoris an Eskimo kiss.
Melinda let out a small muffled moan as she slightly arched her back. Olivia knew that little action drove her wild.
—Yes—she managed to say with difficulty while catching her breath.
—Because I know you like it, mommy—she pronounced the last part with an almost childish tone.
Liv's pussy throbbed at that, increasingly eager. They had established some rules in the bedroom, and one of them was that when Melinda wanted to be really hard fucked, she had to address Olivia as "mommy." And from then on, only the detective would have the power. She was fascinated. She knew that if she had a penis, she would be as hard as a rock at that very moment.
An effect that was also present in Casey, who was left with Mel's words buzzing in her ears for a few seconds. In the years she had known the couple, she never thought they had these behaviors in bed. Although frankly, it would have been quite strange to think about that.
Liv hummed with pride upon seeing Melinda's vagina clenching nothingness, in need of what she would give her. She looked at her, discovering a trace of desperation on her face. Although she wanted to make her suffer and show her that she was in control, she decided to lean further over Mel's pussy, getting ready. Her warm breath hit the doctor's sensitive area, causing her to shudder.
"I think that deserves a reward, darling" she made circles with her middle finger at the entrance of Melinda before going all the way in, curving upwards skillfully. Her flat tongue making circles on her clitoris. It didn't take long for her mouth to envelop the bud, sucking it without mercy.
Melinda's moans grew louder when Olivia added a second finger, thrusting in and out to the agonizingly exquisite rhythm of her tongue on her clitoris and lips. She was no longer in control of her actions, her hands couldn't find the right place to rest.
Her breasts, the sheets, her hair, Liv's head to make her lick harder.
It might seem like an exaggerated reaction for just getting started, but she was already sensitive from the vibrator and... damn! Liv was really good at her job. She had had several couples before, and none had managed to make her feel that way. Never.
Only Olivia knew how to lick and suck.
Only she knew how and where to touch.
No one knew her like she did. No one knew her body like she did. Her legs began to try to close, her lower belly was about to explode under the heat of pleasure.
Olivia struggled to stay inside, feeling Mel's wet walls choking her fingers and trying to expel them. She pulled back a little and slowed her pace, earning a furious glare.
—I know you can take another one, darling. Remember that you have to be wide open for me—she growled excitedly, inserting a third finger into the equation. Linda let out a moan that was almost a scream as she felt it inside, moving her fingers quickly, caressing her velvety spot. An electric shock seemed to course through her body as she approached a wonderful orgasm.
She trembled and shook on the bed as her moans grew louder.
Liv took advantage of her peak to increase the force of her thrusts and licks, keeping her there for a few more moments until Mel's body went still.
She withdrew with one last lick from her entrance to her clitoris, causing another shudder in Mel, and sat back on her heels, looking her in the eyes as she inserted her three soaked fingers, one by one, to the back of her mouth and savored them until they were clean.
She pulled them out with a wet pop, and a proud smile appeared on her face.
Melinda accompanied that smile, barely feeling her lungs fill with air and the sweat beginning to lightly cover her forehead.
Casey felt out of place. Really just a spectator of everything.
As if she were watching a porn movie or something like that. The heat of each moan, each sound, each word, and each action had made her forehead and chest shine with the small drops of sweat that began to soak into her silk blouse.
She didn't know how much longer she could resist before succumbing to the desire to slip her hand inside her skirt and caress her already well-lubricated and hungry pussy.
She loved Charlie and knew he loved her, but to be honest, she couldn't remember the last time he made her feel this way.
Desired, loved, pleased.
He sought his own pleasure.
And it was no surprise, that's what men do.
At least most of them.
Seeing the couple's interaction, so hot yet so tender, made her feel a bit jealous.
To get those thoughts out of her head, she wiped the sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand and began to unbutton a few buttons of her shirt.
She refocused her gaze on the scene in front of her when Livia leaned over Mel and kissed her passionately, their tongues battling for control. Linda could taste herself in Liv's mouth, and that only made her feel more aroused.
Taking advantage of the closeness, with Olivia kissing her neck, Mel skillfully unfastened her bra before removing it and tossing it aside.
Then, her thumbs briefly played with her nipples and her hands serpentined down her abdomen to the edge of her jeans.
She unbuttoned the button in one swift motion and slipped her hand inside, caressing Liv's pussy over her underwear, which made her hiss.
—This is in our way.
Can you take them off for me, babe?—more than a question, it was an order. Apparently, the power was divided between them, something Casey couldn't overlook.
Despite her tough role as a ADA, she had certain fantasies about relinquishing control and being dominated.Imagining oneself among them was a truly intoxicating thought.
Her hands took on a life of their own and caressed her crotch beneath her skirt, holding her breath for a moment as she felt the dampness in her underwear.
She sighed deeply, running her right hand over her chest until it reached her left breast.
She slipped her hand beneath the fabric of her bra and began to gently caress and pinch her nipple.
Her gaze always attentive to what would happen next.She blinked a couple of times, confused by the time she had spent lost in her thoughts.
Olivia was standing in front of the bed, now completely naked, holding a leather strap with a large skin-colored plastic penis on the front, applying lubricant to the small penis in the center.
Casey felt very naive about what she was seeing.
She wasn't a fool, but she didn't know that was how sex between women worked.
"It's been a while since we used this, let's see if it still fits you" Olivia laughed when Mel pretended to be offended.
She placed her foot on the edge of the bed after pulling the strap up her legs and leaned forward, spreading herself open and exposing her pussy.
"Mm-mm" a sound of denial full of sensuality came from Melinda, who crawled across the bed until she reached the edge.
She extended her hand and firmly grasped the base of the dildo still in Liv's hand, running the tip over her clitoris a couple of times.
Olivia lifted her head towards the ceiling with her eyes closed, the pleasure barely reaching her.
Melinda drooled at the sensation of the dildo in her hand. She played a little with it at Liv's entrance, gently pushing it inside.
Their moans were an intoxicating melody, a drug that would lead her to death.
With a longer moan, Mel watched attentively as the dildo was devoured by Liv's pussy.
With a conspiratorial and approving look, she stood up on both feet and finished adjusting the strap to her hips.
She nodded with satisfaction, she could now show off how toned she was.
Melinda straightened up while leaving wet kisses from her navel, stopping at Olivia's breasts, running her tongue over her erect nipples, sucking and nibbling gently. Liv allowed it for a moment, then pulled her away, yanking her hair and gripping her cheeks tightly.
Melinda complained, but she was compensated when Olivia devoured her mouth.
She pulled away, tugging at her lower lip forcefully. Mel felt like she was going to bleed, which only made her feel more aroused.
Liv tightened her grip on Mel's cheeks again, forcing her to look at her. "Have you been a good girl with mommy?" She let go of her and slid her hand down her face to her neck, where she squeezed roughly again. Her hand vibrated with the pitiful moan of her wife. Linda felt her breath grow heavy and the pain mingling with ecstasy clouding her thoughts.—...yes...
Yes, mommy—her halting response took a while to arrive, accompanied by a brief nod of the head.
The sensation of power coursed through every fiber of Olivia's body.
She smiled wickedly, looking her in the eyes, deciding what she would do with her, besides making her scream with pleasure, of course.
Her ears longed to hear her moan her name and the sound of moisture with each of her thrusts.
She stopped choking her and tightened her grip on Mel's hair again. She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, her mind creating the illusion that the plastic penis was a real part of herself as she began to stroke it up and down.
She turned her gaze back to her wife, sitting on her heels, her hands on her knees. She looked like a sweet puppy waiting for a command. "Good girl, waiting patiently," she praised as she gently released her. Mel felt her chest swell with pride at the compliment and smiled. Liv brought her face closer to hers. "Tell me, what do you want, babe?" she spoke over her lips.
Finally, the moment Mel had been eagerly waiting for arrived.
She truly deserved an award for her exorbitant patience.
She made sure to look her directly in the eyes while licking her lips before whispering, "I want you, mommy."
Casey bit her lips to suppress a moan.
She had been masturbating for a few minutes. The situation in front of her left no room for reason, and she was sure no one would pay attention to her, so she had slightly spread her legs, her skirt a tangled mess bunched up at her waist.
She slipped her hand into her underwear and felt her finger being squeezed by her pussy when Mel uttered those words.
The atmosphere was hot, still imbued with vanilla, passion, and the new scent of strawberry lubricant that Olivia spread with enveloping movements on the dildo hanging between her legs.
—On all fours...now!—she shouted the order when Melinda didn't move a muscle.
The doctor, who could no longer use her title, obeyed immediately after being startled. Her wet and open pussy was now at the mercy of her lover. She tried to look over her shoulder, and her head returned to its position when her right buttock burned under Liv's whip.
She made a mental note to avoid another mistake or she would earn a punishment.
Olivia took the dildo and placed it at her entrance, pushing gently, listening to Mel's moans increasing in intensity with every inch she let in.
"Fuck" Mel cursed softly, feeling her walls tighten around the delicious artificial flesh.
Liv smiled, and after making sure her wife was ready, she began to move slowly.
A punishing rhythm that Melinda didn't believe she deserved.
She needed more.
Stronger, harder.
For a reason, she had given up control.
She didn't want her to make love to her; she wanted her to fuck her until she cried like a coward.
Trying to convey what she desired, she moved with a better rhythm, although it was a bit difficult for her due to Olivia's firm hands on her hips.
"Please, mommy."
"What is it, darling?" she teased, happy that her tactic of driving her crazy was working.
"Tell me what you want and I'll give it to you" she left a tender kiss on her back.
—I want you, mommy. I want you to fuck me hard, to pull my hair... mmm—she moaned as her head was forced back by Liv's hand.
—...and that you fuck me so hard that... oh God—she clenched her fists on the sheets as Olivia began to thrust into her harder.
Liv paused between each thrust, pulling out completely and then pushing back in forcefully. Her hand was still tense in Mel's hair, and the sound of her buttocks bouncing against her pelvis was truly exciting. Melinda struggled against the knot in her throat due to the pleasure, trying to regain her composure so she could finish her sentence.
"Shit, this is so fucking good" she groaned as she felt the dildo filling her up to the hilt and Liv on her back, caressing her body and breasts while kissing her neck and the hollow under her ear. Mel gasped and took a breath before continuing. —...so hard that the only thing I can remember is that...
A muffled scream escaped her throat when Olivia began to caress her clitoris and bit her earlobe, sucking and nibbling.
—What baby? Say it, I want to hear you moan it—she whispered in her ear before straightening up and thrusting into her forcefully again.
"Damn, damn"—she was no longer thinking clearly. She could feel how close she was to exploding, her body covered in sweat, her walls closing in, and the sound of her juices flooding the room. She bit her lips as her thighs began to clench. "...that I belong to you. That I'm yours, mommy... God!"—she could barely finish speaking, the orgasm a ticking time bomb that needed to explode. Soon.
Casey decided that she couldn't take it anymore. To hell with logical thinking. She would be a fool if she didn't admit that she was dying to be in that damn bed receiving orders, being treated like a submissive. She wanted Liv and Mel to touch her. She wanted to take Olivia's place, fuck Melinda until she came and be her mommy. She wanted to take Melinda's place and have Liv choke her and penetrate her until she couldn't stand up. And that was what she would achieve. She adjusted her clothes as she stood up and prepared to speak.
—Okay, that's enough.
Olivia stopped her movements just as she was about to charge again and looked at her. Melinda's eyes went white, not exactly from pleasure, but from exasperation. She had even forgotten that they had an audience. How dare she interrupt at the precise moment when her ecstasy was at its peak? She would have to be a goddess in bed to make up for it, or she would make her pay.
"Oh, no Casey, not now" Melinda groaned exasperatedly.
Casey toyed with her hair, winding a strand around her finger as she approached the bed with slow steps. —It's just that, I want it—her voice was a complete provocation.
Liv's eyes sparkled with lust upon hearing Casey. The way the younger one had quickly adapted, fitting her actions with what was needed to keep the game going. Mel looked over her shoulder at her wife, a broad smile on her face despite still being annoyed by the interruption. She was sure that the continuation would be very entertaining.
"What do you want, Case?" asked Olivia with a hoarse voice.
"This" she pointed with her eyes, without daring to say it completely.
"What do you want, Casey?" she repeated, her voice more severe.
"Are you really going to make me say it?" She rolled her eyes and huffed. She thought it would be too easy and that Olivia would give her the chance to start slowly because she was new. Nothing could be further from the truth.
"Of course, I don't want even half a lack of communication. I want you to express your desires completely from now on"—her tone left no room for doubt.
The redhead sighed and cleared her throat, preparing for what she was about to say next. "Come on Casey, you want this and you know it. You can't be a coward now" she repeated like a mantra. Seeing that the response was taking too long, Mel ran a hand over her face in frustration and looked at her again.
—I don't want to pressure you, but damn it, Novak, just say it!—she grumbled impatiently.
Olivia let out a laugh as she felt Melinda's hips moving back, thrusting against herself. She held her firmly by the hip, her thumb digging in enough to stop her actions, and gave her a hard slap that echoed through the room.
—What did we agree on regarding the treatment of our guests, darling?—she said with the familiar warning tone she used in the interrogation room.
Melinda regretted it instantly, whispering a pathetic: "I'm sorry, mommy."
The question Casey wouldn't dare to ask had been answered: she wasn't the first "guest." Her mind began to wander, faces of possible candidates appearing in her mind. Stabler was a definite yes, the sexual tension between them and the rumors couldn't be for any other reason. Munch? No, the poor man wouldn't have been able to bear it. They would have torn him apart. When she was about to continue reviewing the list of SVU colleagues, Melinda's annoyed voice snapped her out of her trance.
—So, Novak? If you don't join right now, it would be better for you to leave, because frankly, I'm not going to tolerate another interruption—for a brief moment, Liv allowed her to take control. She was so desperate to continue that she couldn't blame her wife for wanting to murder their guest.
"I'm sorry. It's just that I..."—she whispered with a weakness she didn't want to show. If she was going to join, she had to be up to the task. Her voice regained strength and she finally dared to say: "I want you, mommy."