Disclaimer: Dick Wolf owns everything; I own nothing. But these characters need help. Badly.

Rating: M

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Her 15 minutes were up. Elliot reached into the bag from the sex store and took out the item he slipped in at the last minute at put it in his pocket, just in case. He placed his hands on the doorknob and hoped, once again, that he was at least going to get lucky tonight. He pushed the door open and smiled at the sight in front of him. Strong, powerful, confident Olivia Benson was completely naked except for the bands of white leather surrounding her wrists and ankles.

He said nothing as he walked towards her and placed a hand on her cheek. He could feel her trembling slightly, though he couldn't tell if it was nerves or his touch that was causing it.

"You're underdressed," he stated matter-of-factly.

"What? I thought I was wearing what you asked me to," Olivia said, her eyes widening.

"Shhh…tonight, you're mine. Understand? I don't want to hear a word from you unless I ask you a question or tell you to say something," he told her. She opened her mouth to speak, but thought better of it. Instead, she nodded.

"Good girl. Now, let's get you properly dressed," he replied, pulling out the item from his pocket. He circled behind her and lovingly swept her hair to the side as he buckled the matching collar around her neck. Her hands immediately flew to her neck to inspect the object. Elliot calmly took her hands and placed them back at her sides. "Now, it's perfect," he whispered in her ear. Olivia's skin was already on fire. He placed his hands on her shoulders and ran them down her arms until he contacted the cuffs. Gently, he tugged her arms behind her back and clipped the cuffs together.

"Kneel," he whispered. His cock was hardening. The power, the control, and the fact that the most beautiful woman in the world was putty in his hands was rapidly heightening his desire. Even now, he was revisiting the urge to throw her to the bed and empty himself into her. But no, he wanted this to last.

She was having trouble surrendering. He could see that. She wanted this, but her own damn pride was getting in the way.

"Olivia, I said, 'kneel,'" he repeated. "Don't think I won't punish you for disobedience." That did it. Awkwardly, she fell to her knees, her face fixed on the floor in front of her. Elliot unbuckled his belt and pulled it from the loops fast enough that the leather whipped through the air, causing Olivia to jump. Olivia wasn't sure if he would hit her or not, even though she had given him permission to do just that. Elliot curled the belt into a tight spiral and left it on the dresser. He studied Olivia as her breathing slowed. He undid his pants and lowered them, along with his boxers, just enough to expose his raging hard on. He grabbed the hair on the back of Olivia's head and turned her face towards him so that his throbbing cock was pointed directly at her lips.

He didn't even have to issue a command. She immediately opened her mouth and took him in. She wanted desperately to plant her hand on his hips, but couldn't with them restrained behind her. She used her frustration and channeled it into a sense of enthusiasm as she liked and sucked his length. Elliot groaned. He kept his hand twisted in her hair, a constant reminder that he was the one in charge. She paid careful attention to the underside of the head, licking it softly, then gradually adding more pressure before taking the head between her lips. Elliot wound his free hand into her hair and began to steadily pump. Each time, he pushed a little farther, until he reached the back of her throat. He heard her gag slightly, and the sound almost caused him to explode. But no, he wanted to wait for that. He pulled out quickly and hauled her to her feet. He pulled her close to him and kissed her sensuously, a silent thank you for the gift she was giving him.

"Go lay down on the bed on your back. Spread your legs and arms," Elliot told her as he undid the cuffs behind her back. Once again, she hesitated. "Olivia, go," he said again. "And I'm getting tired of repeating myself." She looked into his eyes, and she could see genuine love in them. That was the reassurance she needed to do what he asked. As she arranged herself on the bed, he took the opportunity to completely remove his pants and boxers. Elliot used a length of rope to connect each of her four cuffs to the corners of the bed. As he worked the rope into the elaborate knots, he described to her, in excruciating detail, all of the delicious things he wanted to do to her.

"I love your voice, Liv. You may moan or whimper or make any sounds your little heart desires, but no words. If you insist on speaking, I will find a way to silence you. Do you understand?" he said as he hovered over her bound form. She nodded as a slight whimper passed her lips.

Elliot's lips immediately found her left breast, and he was rewarded with a moan. As he worked at her breast, he removed his shirt. She squirmed beneath him as he switched to her right breast. He couldn't get enough of them. They were absolutely perfect, in his opinion. Just the right size, with perky, mocha colored nipples that became incredibly long when she was excited.

"Elliot…" she moaned. As soon as the word slipped past her lips, she wanted to take it back. She knew she had screwed up. Elliot froze.

"I'm sorry," she said quickly.

"What did I ask you not to do?" he asked her.

"Speak," she answered.

"And what did you just do?" she asked.

"I said your name," Olivia answered.

"And?" he said, waiting for her to continue.

"And…" she thought. What had she done? She immediately replayed the previous events in her mind. "And I apologized." Elliot went to the bag and pulled out another one of his secret purchases. He held it up in front of her.

"Elliot, no, please, don't do this…" she begged as her eyes fell upon the red ball gag. "I swear, I won't say anything, I promise."

"You're right, you won't say anything again. Now, unless you have some numbers to tell me, open your mouth," Elliot told her. She seriously thought about it. It was so hard for her to give him total and complete control. Olivia swallowed and stared at him for a long minute. Finally, she opened her mouth and allowed him to fit the gag to her. He was careful to make sure her hair was free of the straps so that it wouldn't catch on anything. Then he undid the ropes holding her down and repositioned her. She was bent over the side of the bed with her wrists and ankles secured once again, but her face was flush against the comforter and her ass was sticking out invitingly.

Elliot inserted a finger into her. Good God, she was wetter than ever. The tingling between her legs was driving her crazy. She wanted him in her, and she wanted him in her now. But he wasn't about to indulge her so soon. He inserted a second finger and using a scissor motion worked the inside of her. Involuntarily, she bucked against him. She was moaning into the gag as he worked her body like a violin. The, without warning, she felt a sharp sting on her ass as his hand smacked down on her. She yelped, confused.

"That's for speaking out of turn," he told her. He gave her several more swats, reddening her ass and heating the skin. Her yelps turned to moans. She just wanted him to fuck her now. When he was convinced she had learned her lesson, he positioned himself behind her and pushed in with one long, slow, thrust. He could tell she was trying to cry out, and he was sorry he couldn't hear her moans, as sexy as they were. But, she had disobeyed, and the gag was part of her punishment. He reached down and gave her clit a flick. She very nearly exploded from the contact. As he thrust into her, he could feel her orgasm building.

"Don't come," he told her. "Not until I tell you to." She pushed the urge back. Her hands were twisting in the cuffs and her eyes were screwed shut in concentration. She had already disappointed him once, and she didn't want to do it again. Her body desperately needed release, but she didn't have the permission to. Elliot picked up his speed, and she could tell he was getting close from his panting and moaning. She was right there on the edge. Any little thing would send her over.

"Come, now!" he yelled, as his own orgasm began. Almost instantly, her muscles clamped down on him, and she was swept away in orgasm. Her toes curled and her entire body tensed as wave after wave of pleasure soared through her. Elliot continued to massage her clit until her spasms stopped. Even still, small tremors flitted through her body. Elliot released her bonds, and she slumped into his arms. He pulled the gag from her mouth.

"Are you ok, Liv?" he asked as he cradled her in his arms.

"Elliot…so good…" she said, a smile curling across her face.

"I love you, Liv," he said as he kissed her. She needed sleep. Her orgasm had come with such a force, she had very nearly passed out. Elliot helped ease her into her pajamas. He slipped on his boxers and curled up in bed next to her. He had removed the cuffs, but as he reached a hand to the collar, she placed her hand over his.

"I want to keep it on…just for a while longer," she said, as she drifted off to sleep.

God, he loved this woman.

Overwhelmingly, you voted for option #1, which is why I went in that direction. Interestingly enough, I was actually leaning towards #2!

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