Say Yes

"You know what's been the most delightful part about you tonight?"

"Delightful? Dee. Light. Ful."

"Yes, delightful."

"Ok, what was so delightful?"

"How polite you are when I'm fucking you."

/Tuesday Night, continued/

From the various containers on the table, Fitz assembled a vegetarian Donburi for Olivia, filled with iron-packed ingredients. Beef would have been better, but he didn't think she would want a meat-heavy dish at that hour.

"I've worked so hard to put a hot meal on the table for you, and now it's almost cold."

"Really? Because when I called two hours ago, Lauren said—"

Fitz reached to cover her mouth before she ruined the illusion of his dinner efforts.

Olivia found this surprisingly comical, collapsing in laughter on his shoulder. Fitz quickly drew his hand away.

"Did you just drool on me?!" He wiped his hand on the ivory napkin on the table. "It's worse than I thought. You're practically rabid! Liv, come on, eat." Reminding her of the anemia diagnosis from three months ago, he added " Doctor's orders, remember?" Now considering himself an expert at wielding chopsticks, Fitz scooped up a small heap of rice, spring onion, spinach, tofu and broccolini.

Olivia recovered from her fit of laughing and drooling. "That's a lot of spinach," she observed.

"Well, you need your strength."

She groaned in satisfaction as the flavors of the mirin seasoning and fresh ingredients blended together in her mouth. "Mmmmmm, I was really hungry, Baby."

Fitz watched her lick her lips. "You like that?"

Olivia was still sitting across Fitz's lap as he fed her. The blunt nails of his right hand stroked her pant-covered thigh. There was nothing infantile about the moment.

"Do you?" He asked again.

Olivia heard the shift in his register. Her bourbon-colored eyes, through impeccably mascara-ed lashes, looked down at his mouth. The energy she was lacking earlier started percolating through her like coffee through an espresso machine.

She nodded her head.

"Tell me," he beseeched.

"Yes."

"Oh, I do love it when you say that."

The anticipation mounting, Fitz scooped a few more heaps of food into Olivia's mouth as they continued to eye each other. He the hunter to her prey. Prey. Pray. He had asked her to pray.

She remembered the box given to her earlier. "What's inside?"

"That's for you to find out." From sexy to infectiously charming, such was the transformation when he flashed her his impeccable teeth.

Olivia opened the white box to find a black velvet pouch. She giddily loosened its draw string to pull out a black satin eye mask and a mass of thick, corded, vermillion silk, looped at both ends and wrapped around itself in the middle. She held the materials in one hand, her face a cocktail of intrigue, titillation, and slight bewilderment.

Fitz intervened. "Do you remember asking me what I wanted to try?"

"I do. We were in the bath," Olivia recalled. I've been wondering why you hadn't made a move. You have plenty of silk neck ties."

He chuckled darkly. "That's amateur."

"Which, frankly, when it comes to this lifestyle, is the level we're on."

"Really? Squeezing my hand around your neck as you come is amateur?"

"That's different," she protested. "It doesn't involve equipment." She shook the silk bundle. "This...is not amateur."

"I am a Rhodes Scholar and a PhD, not to mention the Yale law degree. You were first in your class at both Princeton and Georgetown Law. We're at the top of our fields. And you—you are set to colonize the world with Olivia Pope and Associates. Liv, 'amateur' is not in our DNA."

She had been listening to his monologue as she ran the end of the bundle of rope against the buttery bronze skin of her forearm.

"Did you just try to Pope me?"

"Did it work?"

In lieu of a reply, she ran the rope along the sculpted line of his jaw. Fitz savored the feel of the silk against his face.

Olivia observed him carefully. Shower, shampoo and a shave. Meticulously prepared. She thought.

Fitz recovered the rope from her hand. "Livvie, do you want this?"

She had to admit that she was curious at the thought of having no control over what he would do to her. She only had one question. "Will it hurt me?"

"This is Japanese silk rope, used in the ancient bondage art of Shibari. The binding and the knotting are meant to communicate an erotic energy. A spirit..." He kissed her tempting shoulder. "Mind..." His lips landed on her neck. "And body connection," he whispered against the bounty of her pink-stained lips.

Olivia, whose eyes were closed, exhaled a puff of air. He kissed her sweetly before adding, "It won't hurt you and neither will I. Unless by invitation."

She smiled and so did he, recalling a spanking session from a few months ago. He had put her over his knee, and made excellent use of his massive palms. Olivia had never been so wet. Deciding they would make that a regular part of their repertoire, she bought their first paddle the next day.

"So what do you say?"

"Yes."

"Here are the rules."

"Ooooooh, rules." Olivia playfully mocked as she shimmied against a now shirtless Fitz—clad only in the heather grey trousers of his suit from earlier. That's as far as she had gotten when she tried to convince him to join her in the shower, after dinner. She had slipped into something more comfortable that looked not unlike a lace bathing suit. Made of sheer, black, stretched-Leavers lace with paneled piping of silk-satin running down the front and back. A deep V stretching to the bottom of her sternum highlighted her graceful neck and supple skin.

They were in their basement playroom. They had not yet tested the bondage bed delivered shortly before Fitz's departure to Japan. It was canopied, conveying an intimate feel. Unlike the headboard in their bedroom, this one was made of latticed wrought iron in the middle, surrounded by mahogany wood panels embedded with reinforced steel hooks.

Fitz could think of little else but a writhing and eager Olivia spread out in front of him, her wrists lovingly wrapped in Japanese silk. Tied to a couple of those hooks. He wanted her to find pleasure in complete and total capitulation under his erotic commands. Running his hands up and down her back, he leaned in to take her lips between his. The pace, languid. Her tongue, luxurious against his. Fitz finally broke the kiss.

"Yes, rules, naughty girl."

Unable to contain herself, Olivia broke out into song. "Tonight, I'll be your naughty girl. Uhhn, I'm taking all my—"

Fitz scooped her up unceremoniously, which caused her to guffaw. She was practically in hysterics by the time he plopped her onto the bed. He knelt between her legs, bent at a ninety degree angle. Her laughter, his favorite sound, echoed through the room. He waited.

Regaining her composure, Olivia regarded him then as he looked down at her, hunger in his eyes. To her, he was majestic. His chest was meticulously sculpted—sinewy and firm like that of a thoroughbred's. A memory of the first time she laid eyes on him flashed through her mind. Fitz was shirtless then, doing pull ups with his legs crossed. A frisson of desire had flowed through her that uneventful day. She was chagrined to later find he was the husband of her client.

But he was hers now. Olivia reached out to run her hands up and down the smooth hair on his chiseled abs. Her breathing shifted as she thought of his firm ridges rubbing against the plane of her belly. Her chest heaved up and down. She had never not wanted him.

"May I, Beyonce?"

"You may."

"Tonight, you don't have to make any decisions. All you have to do is say 'yes' to what I'm giving you." His palms made circles on the outside of her thighs. "Remember, you're saying 'yes' to you—what you feel, what you want. I want what you want, so you're saying 'yes' to me, too." He grazed his thumb over her lips. "Say yes, Livvie."

"Yes."

"I've been thinking. Our word, 'pineapple'? Too many syllables. I've come up with something better, should you wish to stop. It's guaranteed to draw the sexy to a standstill." He paused for dramatic effect. "Mellie."

Olivia tittered in approval at their new safe word.

"I love you, Fitz. OK."

"Uhhn uhhn uhnn". He warned, his face expectantly waiting for her correction.

"Yes, Fitz."

He wrapped her legs around his waist, leaning down to rest his covered sex against hers.

"The rules: If you want something, you say, 'please'. If you like something, you say 'yes'."

Olivia fully understood. She canted her hips, seeking the friction she desired.

"Are we clear, beautiful?"

"Yes."

Olivia blushed from the way Fitz was looking down at her. She didn't think her face could get any hotter. She was about to be wrong.

"I like what you're wearing. I would tell you to take off your clothes, but I suppose I'll have to do that." Each of Olivia's wrists were bound with the silk rope, and secured to steel hooks in the bed.

Fitz hooked his finger behind the scrap of cloth between Olivia's legs. He ran the back of his index finger, repeatedly, over the velvet of her folds. Feeling the surge of blood and heat causing her lips to swell, Fitz groaned. "I love touching you."

"More, please" she responded.

Fitz snapped open the closures of her bodysuit, revealing her to him. He gently inserted the width of his middle finger inside her before withdrawing it again. He massaged the gossamer liquid all over her mound, making Olivia wind her hips.

He looked up at her face. Her eyes were fixed on him. "You are delectable. Do you know that?" He stared back down at his ministrations in endless fascination at what he'd seen so often. "And so beautiful." He had not savored her in this way for so long.

Fitz made her feel adored and wanton all at once. Wet and pining, her aroma, decanted, wafted up to greet his nostrils. He placed his face at the mouth of her cunt, running his nose along her slit. Like nothing else he knew, her smell made him heady and hard. So hard. He gave her a broad lick.

"Delicious, too."

He dove in for more, sweeping up her clit and folds into his accommodating mouth.

"Oh, please, Fitz!"

He moved his hand beneath her ass, the lace now a real hindrance.

"It zips on the side" She reminded him.

Now literally naked, save the lashings of corded silk around her wrists, there was no escaping his gaze. His eyes ran the length of her whole body. He settled on her chestnut honey eyes.

"I love the way you taste. Don't you?"

Olivia friskily awaited a game they frequently played. One she loved. He knew how shamelessly wanton it made her feel. She began to lick and suck on his lips as they devoured each other's mouths. He ground his hardness into her wetness.

"Fitz, take off your pants. I need you. Please...I can't."

"Oh, but you can. And you will." He squeezed the tip of her nipple between his fingers. "You are not in charge of everything." She smirked against his lips as he nuzzled her nose.

Ultimately she knew that she was in charge. If she uttered even the edge of the name 'Mellie', Fitz would halt, even mid-stroke, if she was in distress. She found safety in that knowledge.

"Open your legs for me. Wide."

Fitz had removed his pants finally, but not before he discretely rescued, from its pockets, one of Olivia's bullet vibrators from her bedside table.

"You know those Snapchat videos you would send to me while I was away?"

"Yes?"

"Thank you. They made me realize how much I love having you spread out in front of me, watching you pant. Watching your breasts bounce. Watching your flushed face scrunch up in want. In need. Watching your abs sink in and your rib cage push out as you arch your back when you come. I am so glad I get to touch you."

The unexpected sound and jolt from the vibration against her pussy, startled Olivia. She was so wrapped up in Fitz's face as he lavished her with praise.

"What are you doing to me?" Olivia sighed breathily, taking in the vibrations coursing through her core and ensnaring her whole body in a matrix of pleasure.

"I wanna watch you come. Like in your videos, except longer. And I wanna touch you while you do it. But you're not allowed to come unless you tell me first. Is that clear?"

The hum of the toy was already whipping her into a frenzy. She was too busy biting down on her lip, pushing and pulling on her restraints. Olivia's legs leap-frogged up and down the white sheets. Her pink satin headband—to keep the soft waves of her hair off her face—slipped further and further forward as her head lashed back and forth.

Fitz turned the vibration up a notch to grab her attention, causing her to growl. She squeezed her thighs from the overwhelming sensation.

"Fuck, Fitz! Yes!"

He turned it back down and swept her headband back from the edge of her widow's peak.

Fitz watched as her entire body flushed with heat, and sweat began percolating on her brow. Her chest. The crease of her upper thigh. As his left hand worked the toy against her, running it up to the manicured patch above her folds and back down. Over and over. It seemed impossible for her to be more beautiful than she was right now.

Fitz grabbed the fullness of his cock, stroking it before readying himself at her entrance. He began to see the tell tale undulation in her lower abdomen.

"Oh, shiiiiit..." Olivia was on the precipice of shattering, he breathing rapid and violent. That's when he did it.

His heavy head tunneled inside her cove, angling himself just right against her walls.

"Yessss, pleeeeeaaase don't stop." She begged. The relentless vibration, the feel of his cock swelling inside her, all of it threatening to flood them with her pleasure.

And then the levies broke. She made an unintelligible keening sound. That's when he felt her, saw her, come apart before him. It took all his resolve not to come. Not yet.

"I'm not done tying you up, yet. First, let me enjoy you like this."

Fitz stood behind Olivia. She, too, was standing, facing the door, her hands suspended and tied above her head. Running his short blunt nails along Olivia's forearms, he continued his path down her arms, over her ribs and ticklish sides.

She shuddered, breaking out in a galaxy of goose pimples all over her body. He made her feel rejuvenated, replenished from his every lick, bite, suck.

Fitz continued to kiss a path down her back as he kneeled. Being on his knees gave him a prime view of Olivia's glorious ass, honed through swimming and running. Grabbing a cheek, he began to nibble on its pert fullness.

"God, your body is amazing. I want to consume every inch of you." He was palming both cheeks now. "Tell me I can."

"Yes."

Fitz didn't know what came over him. He was heady with lust for her. He wanted to try what he never deigned to do before. His face was ensconced in the valley of her pillowy backside, his tongue exploring new territory. The taboo feeling had him reaching to stroke his engorged dick with one hand, while the other massaged between Olivia's thighs.

"Jesus, Fitz." Everything he was doing to her felt so good. Too good." His assault on her body seemed never ending. She didn't want it to end, but she needed him inside her.

Fitz discarded the intimate wipe, landing the equivalent of a 3-point score after throwing it across the room into the waste basket. He turned around to survey his Shibari work with Olivia. He smiled at his handy work. The two lessons he had in Tokyo were paying off nicely.

"I wanna see you. Please, Fitz, let me see you."

He ran the inside of his bottom lip teasingly along her top lip. "Shhhhhh..." he said. It caused the bound an blind-folded Olivia to quiver in surprise.

She was spread eagle, facing Fitz, her back against the door of their playroom. The silk rope was tied expertly above each knee so that her legs dangled several inches off the ground. That rope attached to the loops binding her arms above her head. Everything was supported by a pole above the door's frame.

The hot bar of Fitz's erection pressed into Olivia's abdomen as he leaned into her. He moved to take her earlobe between his lips, stealing a nibble. He fisted his turgid dick, saturating it in her copious wetness and tapping it against her engorged clit—a sure fire way to make Olivia plead.

"Fiiiiitz..."

"Do you wanna know what I want?"

"Please."

Fitz palmed her the swell of her ass. His raging head at attention. As he pierced his way inside her, he whispered against her lips, "I want you to see God."

"Oh, God, fuck me. Please" she mewled into his mouth.

The zephyr of her keening cry spurred him on. Fitz kept assaulting her sensitive right ear with nasty little nothings, as the raw ambition of his cock relentlessly sought her pleasure.

"I love how wet you get for me."

Like a self-fulfilling prophesy, her cunt flooded him in response.

"I wanna be saturated in nothing but you."

He had her in a crucible of ecstasy. His words. His dick. His...him. He was making her lose her mind. She didn't know whether to cry or crawl out of her skin. How much more could she take? She was going to find out.

Fitz ceased driving into Olivia's core. Placing both breasts in his palms, he bent down to graze his teeth against the smooth skin between them.

"Babyyyyy..." Olivia cried out. "I need to see you."

Fitz rushed to remove the black satin mask from her eyes. Olivia looked over the harmoniously handsome features on his golden sand-colored skin.

"Hi."

"Hi." She angled for his lips and he gave them to her. But he was not done with her yet. He was standing still, his forearms under her thighs. His hands, colonized her ass as he remained buried inside her. He lifted her up quickly.

She gasped.

Slowly he eased her back down onto him. He did this several times, enjoying every bite of her lip. Every quiver. Every knit of her brow. She was angled just right to feel the head of his dick stroke the spongy mass of nerves pressed against the walls of her cavern.

"Livvie," he said. "You want me to rub your clit, don't you?"

"Yesss."

"Beg me."

"Please, let me come. Please."

"Do it properly. Say my name."

"Fitz...Fitz, please let me come."

"Ooh, I like that. Say it again."

"Fitz..." The need was palpable in her eyes as she looked at him. The look he returned triggered something raw and unabashed inside her. "Please let me come. I need it. I deserve it. I fucking demand it!"

Having waited so long, he, too was ready to explode inside her. Fitz continued to drive into Olivia with gusto, as her suspended form was pressed up against the door. His thumb rubbed circles into her clit as his other hand reached for a nipple.

"Look at me," he said. "You are so nasty. And I love it." That finally broke her. She erupted into galaxies of stars, her eyes open, staring into the fully dilated pupils of her husband.

She was one of the great wonders of the world, he thought, as he convulsed inside her.

Back in their bedroom, Olivia lay prone, naked, across Fitz's thighs as he applied lotion to her back. When they were done with their playtime, Fitz carried Olivia upstairs and ran her a bath. He preferred a shower.

Having already inspected her thighs, he lifted both wrists to check for distress. He kissed them both.

"How do they feel? Your wrists? Your thighs?"

"Surprisingly fine," Olivia replied. "There's a little bit of a tingly feeling, but that's likely from the pressure applied."

He had saved his favorite place for last. Fitz gathered a dollop of body butter, warming it between his palms before slathering it on her bottom.

"You liked that, right?" He sounded almost tentative. "From your reaction, it seemed..."

" I'm surprised by how much I did like it. Yes." She considered what to say next. "But you don't... Umm, do you want me to..."

"God, no. That's from me to you only."

"Good, because I don't know I would manage to tie you up. I'm only little."

"Not that. The other thing." Fitz gave her bum a squeeze.

Olivia rolled over and moved to his side. "Why? How did you feel about it?"

"Liv, there's not a place on you I don't love. Not a place I don't want to be."

"You're so cute. But that's not an answer."

"I loved it, OK. I LOVED it. Can I do it again?"

She blushed. "If you must."

"You loved it." Fitz popped her nose. "You know what's been the most delightful part about you tonight?"

"Delightful? Dee. Light. Ful." She pondered. It was an absurd term to use given the various exercises they had done tonight. The dirty words they had exchanged.

"Yes, delightful." Fitz insisted.

"Ok, what was so delightful?"

"How polite you are when I'm fucking you." He began to mock her as if Olivia hadn't been following his directives. "Please, Fitz. Yes, Fitz." He batted his lashes, impersonating her.

She pounded her fists on his naked thigh, her laughter full of mirth. "I hate you!"

He kissed her forehead. "Never."

She stared at him, shaking her head. "What am I going to do with you?"

"Love me."

"Always."

/Wednesday/

A three-part knock sounded against Fitz's office door.

"Come in," Fitz responded.

Lauren opened his door to reveal the Provost, Jacob Cunningham, standing beside her, his hands buried deep in the pockets of his single-breasted navy blue suit. Tall, lanky, with a shot of grey hair like Einstein's. With a face marked by a cross-hatching of fine lines, no one—not even Jacob's wife—would call him handsome. But he was exacting, one of many reasons Fitz promoted him soon after landing the presidency.

Jacob stepped into the office, but not before Lauren could shoot Fitz a look of warning. Fitz caught that this would not be a casual visit. Not at this time of the morning. Not on this day.

"Jacob, this is a surprise. What are you doing here?" He looked at his Omega watch. "I thought you'd be making your way to the interview room at the Center. To what do I owe this visit?"

"Two words, Fitz: your ex."

A/N: Unusually, this time I have a lot to say, so here goes.

First, I hope you enjoyed this two part episode. I would really like to hear what you have to say-about Mellie popping back up, the revelations of the past and how the Grants will deal with that? Their sexytimes? Should Mellie get the job? As you can see, I need one more episode to resolve that issue before we jump back into the present day. FYI, as of this episode, we are about 6 weeks away from when episode one takes place. Recall that at the end of that episode, we find out Olivia is pregnant. By episode 6, I will be getting back to that because there are interesting stories to tell about the past (Olivia, Fitz, Olitz, their families) as they await their little bundle. Also, this is a story that focuses on the erotic life of Olivia and Fitz, so there will always be a sexual element, but not literal sex every time.

I never intended this to be a story when I wrote 'Royals' (episode one). That's why episodes 2-4 have gone back in time several months, so we can learn who these people are. It helped me to know where to go. I hope it hasn't been too confusing for you. As before, I will respond to any feedback (questions, concerns, criticism, etc) on my Tumblr (anincorrectpetunia). Thank you, again. Please leave some feedback :).