Wednesday by Shannon Kizzia (lmelao@earthlink.net) Rating: NC-17 Archive: You betcha! But write me to let me know where. I wanna come see! :) Spoilers: Small ones for Duane Barry and Fight the Future Summary: "How bad do you want me, Mulder?" What a double-edged sword. That question meant so much. Yet there was only one answer. "So bad." Category: SRA Keywords: MSR, mild to moderate Scully domination depending on your own personal kink-o-meter. Thanks: To Sherri for having the same delicious dirty thought as me! To David for writing the most in-depth feedback in the history. I'll just have to find some way to repay you. To Mai and Jason who are two of the best friends I've ever had the pleasure of knowing. To Satina for her thorough beta, for her love and passion. Paybacks can sometimes be closer to heaven than hell, my dear. ;) And to Barbara. For the last three years. And for undying friendship. :) Disclaimer: They aren't mine...except on Wednesdays. heh heh The Offspring's song, "Want You Bad", was used without permission. Wednesday by Shannon Kizzia April 7th 6:55 pm "It's Wednesday." Her voice came over the phone at me, solid and dangerous. It sent a jolt through me, through my blood. My excitement beat rapidly through my veins. I felt dizzy and tried to school my response so that she wouldn't know what she was doing to me. "I know." "Why aren't you here yet, Mulder?" Like burnt ice. "I had to pick up something after work." "You know how I dislike waiting, Mulder." "I know. I'm sorry. I'll be right over." "You're trying my patience." "I know, Scully." Oh, how I knew. My cock twitched. "I'll hurry." "You've got 15 minutes...Fox." The line clicked and she was gone. A shiver went through me. I snatched my leather jacket up from my billiard ball coat rack as I jogged out the door, a ridiculously warped smile on my face. **** One Month Earlier Scully and I first figured out Wednesdays when she found my collection of Offspring CDs. She was over at my place and we were trying to profile this crazy fuck who kept robbing convenience stores -- he took Ding Dongs, Bud Light, Slim Jims, and Marlboro Mediums along with all the cash in the registers of 10 QuikMarts in 4 states. At each site he had ranted to the terrified store clerks that his magic weed made him do it. Just another pothead who got some seriously bad stuff and went on a crime spree, the police thought. The only thing that distinguished him was the fact that he was good at not getting caught, not fitting the recreational druggie profile at all --well, the crime spree itself seemed out of character to me -- and he was said to have had "like glowin' skin and shit." This was reported at all 10 stores, in varying degrees of articulation. And that's where Scully and I came in. So. We were sitting and discussing the case over Sam Adams and we had hit a stand still, Scully refusing to believe my assertion that this was extraterrestrial pot and this kid was the aliens' errand boy, procuring munchies for them. She sat staring at me for all of 15 beautiful, intense, frightening seconds in which I thought she might actually slap me or start laughing and after which she did neither and just rolled her eyes at me and sauntered over to peruse my collection of tunes. It reminded me of the rooftop in Dallas and I smiled. She hunkered down on her heels, her 501s stretching tight across her scrumptious ass, her beer bottle hanging casually between her legs. I was in danger of reminiscing to three nights before when she'd come over and we'd attacked each other within about 5 breaths and screwed like teenagers on the kitchen floor. I tried to distract myself with the case. "I'm guessing he'll show up in Vermont next. At his last conquest in Connecticut, he took all the granola they had. It seems like the logical next step." "'Conspiracy of One', Mulder?" She turned to look at me, idly swinging the CD between her thumb and index finger. "How very you." "Yeah, well..." I had nothing brilliant to say. She was so hot. It stupided me. "Mind if I put it on?" she asked. "I don't know if it's your kind of music, Scully, but no, I don't mind. I profile well to punk rock." She put it in and then, looking at the back, clicked the "forward" button until she got to a title that appealed to her. I almost choked on my beer when "Want You Bad" issued raunchily forth. If you could only read my mind You would know that things between us Ain't right I know your arms are open wide But you're a little on the straight side I can't lie Your one vice Is you're too nice Come around now can't you see I want you All tattooed I want you bad Complete me Mistreat me I want you to be bad, bad, bad, bad, bad. She stood and took a long pull on her beer. Her lips puckered around its hole and the liquid slid out the neck and down her throat. I watched as she swallowed. "What'd Skinner want us to do tomorrow?" "Um...I think we're supposed to call the Connecticut office with our profile and if they want us out there, we're supposed to go." "We're not supposed to call them tonight?" She began walking back toward the couch. "No, he definitely said tomorrow." If you could only read my mind You would know that I've been waiting So long For someone almost just like you But with attitude, I'm waiting So come on Get out of Clothestime Grow out those highlights Come around now can't you see I want you In a vinyl suit I want you bad Complicated X-rated I want you bad, bad, bad, bad, bad. Bad. "And we're basically done tonight, right Mulder?" "Uh...I suppose so. We disagree on some things, but that's nothing new. We know how to put together a report that's inclusive of both our ideas. What...?" I stopped talking because she put her hand over my mouth and leaned over me on the couch, pushing me back into the cushions. My eyes must have been wide as saucers looking at her over the top of her hand. Her right hand firmly in place, she began to unbutton her shirt while her eyes threw sex daggers at mine. "Enough work." I nodded mutely, eyes still wide. I veered from her determined face to her black-bra-clad breasts and back again. After she was done with her blouse, letting it hang open down the front, but not removing it, she took her hand from my mouth, knelt on the floor, and began almost angrily releasing the buttons of my jeans. I felt each flick of her fingers, my nerve endings shouting even through two layers of clothes. She took my pounding dick out of my shorts and licked her lips greedily. I watched, entranced, as she got down close to it, then held my breath when she started to rub her face up against it. She looked like a kitten, rolling her head as she slowly caressed me with the side of her face, her temples, her hair. She nudged me with her nose from time to time and I was surprised at how erotic it was. I could feel her breathing me in. I closed my eyes and heard her lips part on a liquid sigh as my cock glided across her cheek, down to her chin, under it, where I know Scully's skin is sensitive, and down the front of her throat. She rubbed me up and down her neck several times and I moaned low at the intensity. I felt my erection slide up over her lips, felt her ghost kisses, barely touching me, letting the head of my staff rub over her lips back and forth softly. I was going to go insane. "Scully..." I whispered. Must have been the magic word because I was suddenly in her mouth, her warm lips wrapped tightly around my cock. Scully started a slow sucking, letting me feel every slight change in the pressure of her tongue. One hand crept down into my shorts and coaxed its way beneath me and I jerked when I felt her finger push a little way into my anus. On every retreat of her mouth, she would push her finger into me further, until finally she was finger fucking my ass in earnest and finally speeding up with her mouth, taking me wetly and noisily, grunting and moaning around my cock. I felt so hard, so slick with her saliva, so safe in her mouth, so utterly fucked by her finger, so powerless. I couldn't keep my sentiments to myself anymore and began to groan with her...to her. I was almost sobbing each breath and making probably no sense. "Oh shiii... Fuuu....love your mouth....Scuuuh...Oh fuuu...." She started forcing her finger into me quickly and thoroughly and I let out a shout and surged off the couch and further into her mouth. "Uuuhhgod!......You....Sc....ohjesus! So! Damn! GoooouuuuuaaaaahGodDana!!!" She chuckled a bit, I think at my using her first name. I didn't really mean to. It just came out. She reached up with her free hand to place her fingers across my lips. I kissed and licked at them and she stroked at my lips blindly. In turn, I reached down to stroke her hair. I was in such a frenzy that I know I was more kind of grasping at it, trying to be gentle, but not remembering how, not knowing anything beyond her hot, wet mouth and her finger up in me. Without warning, I exploded in her mouth. Burst after burst of cum flew out of me and into her and she sucked and swallowed and withdrew her finger from my ass to pet my opening tenderly. I really thought I'd died and gone to heaven. I leaned my head back against the couch, breathing heavily and sweating. Scully took her hand from my lips, and still licking and kissing my spent dick clean, grabbed the remote off the coffee table, aimed it at the CD player, and hit "repeat". I guess Scully liked The Offspring. I've been considering writing the band a thank you letter. Since we discovered Wednesdays, my sex life has never been better. Sure, Scully and I have sex on the other days of the week, but Wednesday...Wednesday is the day I get fucked by Scully. Not just that. Wednesday is the day Scully has every scrap of control. She orders me around, takes what she wants, plays with my body, commands that I play with hers. On Wednesdays, Scully likes to be bad. That first Wednesday was unreal. Not only did she give me the best blow job this side of Jupiter, but she then made me stand up in front of the couch as she sat on it, wide-legged and powerful, her hair messed up from where I had been holding her head while she sucked me. She told me to take off my clothes. I started to strip, but she stopped me with a warning finger in the air. "Nuh uh. Slower. I want a strip tease. Make me want to come just from watching." My poor, tired penis woke back up again at the easy command in her voice. Who knew? I certainly didn't. I'd hoped, but that's different. Scully was showing me a new side of herself. She was showing me she liked me to obey her, that she could get off on over-powering me. Oddly enough, it made me fill with pride. My strong, exquisite Scully. It also turned me on to no end. Knowing I could subdue her physically at any time, but remaining subordinate, was incredibly hot. Well, I *was* stronger than Scully, but she could probably still wind up kicking my ass somehow. I chose to ignore that little bit of information as I stood there stripping for Scully as she openly, yet coldly, ogled me. Once I was naked, she twirled her finger in the air, intimating that I should turn around...show her the goods. I made a slow circle for her. When I was facing her again, my cock now semi-erect, she spoke in a throaty voice. "I want you to get on your knees and tongue-fuck me." My penis sprang up to my abdomen. I didn't even know my body could *do* that! Scully eyed my little, uh, *big* problem and chuckled, that one maddening corner of her mouth turning up. "How bad do you want me, Mulder?" What a double-edged sword. That question meant so much. Yet there was only one answer. "So bad," I breathed. I got down on my knees before her and began to undo her jeans. Her top was unbuttoned, leaving me an incredible view of her tits through the black lace etchings of her bra. Just a little bit of pink poking through. She looked amazing like that. I decided to leave her top as it was. Scully draped her arms over the back of the couch and looked down at me with a look of calm amusement on her face as I wrestled her pants off her hips without any help from her. I dragged her panties down with them to her ankles, took her boots off, and brought her pants off the rest of the way. She then spread her legs and scooted to where her hips were on the edge of the couch and her upper body was leaned seductively half against the back and half on the cushions. "Get down there and lick me," she instructed. You don't have to tell *me* twice! I let out a grunt as I hungrily began to eat her pussy. Scully tastes so good, you see. When I go down on her, I can never control myself. I can't get enough. So when she grabbed for my hair with her left hand and I heard her try to stifle a gasp, I took it as a good sign. I went for it with everything I had, sucking on her clit relentlessly and kissing her opening like it was her mouth. I glanced up to see her right hand across her face, her lips parted, her eyes closed. She was whimpering. I stroked her thighs as I licked and sucked, closing my eyes in ecstasy. I had only one thought: so, so, so, so good!!! She grunted and pushed at the back of my head, trying to get more, and I obliged by sticking my tongue up inside her. As I started to move in and out, she began lifting her hips off the couch, giving me better access. I went as deep as I could. That's when Scully got down and dirty. "Mulder, you'd better lick it hard. Get me off with that tongue. God, that tongue. Uuuh! Uuuuuhhhh!!! Oh fucking Christ, Mulder!! Give it to me harder or I'll kick your fucking ass!" I was stunned. Totally in awe of her and that *mouth*! Holy shit. I knew she was a sailor's daughter, but good grief! I was so turned on, my ears were buzzing. I tensed up my tongue and started bobbing my head back and forth against her, my nose bumping her clit with every rhythmic surge of my face. She threw her hands down on the couch, grasping at the leather and craning her neck. Her little muscles pulsed around my tongue as she came violently. "GOD!!! Oh Muulllldddeeerrrrr!!! AAAAAHHHFUUUCK!!!" I had never made Scully yell like that. Sure, she'd come plenty of times and vocally, but this total lack of inhibition was new. And wonderful. As her breathing slowed, she pulled weakly but urgently at my neck and shoulders. I crawled up her body and she pulled me down for a fierce kiss. She licked her own juices from my lips and delved her tongue into my mouth, humming and mewling. When she'd had her fill of kissing me, she rested her forehead against mine. "You know I love you, right?" she asked. "I know, Scully," I whispered. "Can..." She seemed hesitant and shy all of a sudden. "Can we..." "Do it like this again?" I supplied. She smiled. "Yeah." "Scully, you can make me do your bidding any time you want." I was serious. "You were amazing just now." She eyebrowed me and smiled. "Well, I still kind of like letting you be the aggressor, Mulder. How about...every Wednesday?" And thus began our weekly exploration of Scully's domination fantasies. **** April 7th 7:05 pm I accelerated through a yellow light and thrummed my thumbs on the steering wheel. So much pent up nervous energy. No one can make me nervous like Scully. Especially on a Wednesday. We'd been doing Wednesday for about a month. It just got hotter and more intense each time, with Scully testing her sexual wings and trying out new scenarios. She's got quite an imagination, my Scully. I found myself getting positively giddy and nearly overwhelmed as I drove to her apartment. She never told me what she was planning, what to expect. And that was a part of the excitement. The not knowing. I gunned the gas and flew into Georgetown, breathless, my cock beating against the crotch of my jeans. I made the right onto Scully's street, the tires squealing in glee, and pulled sloppily into a space right out in front. I yanked harshly on the parking break, pulled the keys from the ignition, and was at her front door before you could say, "Ride me like the pony I am." I tried to get my breathing under control before I knocked, but was utterly unsuccessful, my ragged breaths continuing after I'd recovered from my sprint to her door. Just knowing she was on the other side, waiting, kept me on my emotional and physical high wire. I knocked, my fist stuttering nervously on the door. Her voice, low and cool, shook my psyche. "Open it." I did as I was told, letting it slowly swing in away from me. It was dark inside, save for about 6 candles scattered about the living room. They were all a deep blue color and the room smelled lightly of opium. There was music playing softly, a woman's voice sliding deliciously between a sultry alto and a soothingly lilting soprano. The instrumentals were vaguely Middle Eastern, with a gypsy feel and Irish undertones. I stepped in cautiously, walking into the room with soft, careful steps. Scully had set her place up beautifully. It was designed to relax the mind, the body. It was sensuous, of course, but I had the feeling I was being lulled into a false sense of safety. No sooner had I thought it, than her voice came out of the darkness. "Stop right there." I strained to see her. I could tell her vicinity but couldn't see her, enshrouded in the shadows in the far corner of the room as she was. My heart stopped with my feet and I stood frozen in the middle of the room, feeling the violin stroke over me. The little hairs on my arms stood up in fear. The soothing atmosphere did little to cover the hint of danger in the room. "Take off your shirt." I turned toward the sound of her voice. My eyes having adjusted somewhat, I could make out the black of her silhouette. She was absolutely still. I squared off so that I faced her in my best fearless stance and began to unbutton my rust-colored silk shirt. I heard her rustle a bit and saw her shift where she was sitting. It was slight, but it was a reaction. One button. Two. My eyes bored into the darkness, trying to pin her with my heated gaze, maybe get her to squirm for me a little, see some evidence that she was half as turned on as I was. I was hoping she could see more of me than I could her. As though she read my mind, she spoke. "I can see your eyes, Mulder. I'm not sure I like what I see there." I let my eyebrows lift a fraction, pretending ignorance, mild curiosity. I was trying so hard not to let her see my fear. I internally lectured my hand not to shake as I unfettered button number three. "You wouldn't look so smug, so relaxed, if you knew what I plan to do to you." God, she was like a silk-covered heart attack! So irresistible, so deadly. I lost a bit of my composure and shut my eyes on the mental image of Scully using me, using my body. I wanted it so much, but part of the game was to not let on. I was somewhat embarrassed about some of the things I wanted Scully to try with me. I swallowed convulsively, shutting the most torrid of the fantasies off and concentrating on the task at hand. I opened my eyes again and continued to unbutton my shirt until it hung loose on me. I started to peel it off my shoulders. "No!" Cold. Strong. Ungiving. Arousing as hell. My dick jumped at the command in her voice. "Leave it." I stopped and dropped my hands to my sides, submissive. I was breathing in small, barely controlled, silent gasps when she stood up and began to walk into the flickering light of the candles on her mantle and end tables. The coffee table was suspiciously bare. I didn't have time to consider the implications as Scully became visible to me for the first time. I almost fell to my knees at the sight of her. Scully wore a dark blue vinyl suit, zippered up the front to right below her breasts so that the exquisite white mounds were pushing up and out of the low vee down her chest. She wore black high heels that made her tower to just four inches shorter than me as I stood on wobbly legs in front of her. The height made her look foreign in a way the suit couldn't even achieve. Her hair was down and curled wickedly so that it no longer remotely resembled the reserved coif she managed for work. Her flaming curls fell soft and sexy around her face. Her eyes were lined in slanty black coal and the blue of the vinyl brought out the cobalt in them dramatically. Her lips were a perfectly round burgundy, parted suggestively as she came to stand a maddening two feet in front of me, legs slightly spread, one hand on her hip. I could feel the panic face take up residence on my features and a bead of sweat rolled down my temple. Scully saw it. A slow, dangerous smile spread over her generous mouth. "Good boy." **** I stood for what was probably five measly seconds just staring at her and waiting, feeling sex ooze our of her and wrap itself around my waiting cock. It twitched excitedly as I allowed my eyes to delve into her cleavage. The vinyl stretched taut over her breasts and creased along their sides and up over her shoulders. It was so tight, it barely gave her room to breathe. She probably would have suffocated had it not been for the deep plunge of her gaping neck line. She looked completely calm and at home, though, watching me watching her, that hand perched on the graceful swell of her hip. The outfit clung to her thighs and calves, making me want to grab tight to her ass and lift her so that she could wrap those vinyl legs around my waist. I was broken out of reverie by her voice. "Get on your knees." I gulped in response and sank down to the carpet. She stepped into me and took my face between her hands, so gentle, so loving. Her breasts were at my eye level, but I tilted my head up to gaze into her eyes. She smiled down at me, stroking my face with her thumb. Then her smile was gone. "Use your teeth, Mulder." It was the first time she'd used my name. Instead of conjuring feelings of well-being and familiarity, it sent a chill up my spine. This was further than she'd ever taken it. There was something in her eyes, unnamable. Something that truly put some fear in me. Suddenly she took my chin in her fingers and jerked my head up. "You hear me? Do it!" She placed her hands back on her hips and glared at me. I reached my hands for her waist. They trembled an inch away and hovered. What if she didn't want me to touch her? What if she got angry with me? I held my breath and let my hands settle on her ribcage, mentally breathing a sigh of relief when she didn't respond. I leaned my head in toward her chest and grasped the cold, tangy metal between my teeth and drew the zipper down to her navel, revealing more glorious Scully skin. "Are you hungry, Mulder? Do you want something in your mouth? I know you do." I was nodding mutely, so grateful I was finally going to get to touch her, to put my mouth on her. "Put your hands on my hips," she ordered. I obeyed, my hands shifting lower, replacing hers, feeling the sleek glide of vinyl covering her hot skin. She took her top in both hands and peeled it open to free her breasts. Her nipples were taut and ruddy. She was so ready. I would have bet that she was dripping wet as well. I felt my lids grow weighty with lust and licked my lips. She held her top open and I looked up at her for permission. Her eyes twinkled with cruel amusement and her lips twitched. "And what do we say?" she asked sweetly, totally condescending. My whisper was forced out of me. "Please." She stepped into me closer, that little superior smile still playing about her lips as she cupped her own breast and held it out to me in offering. I fell on it in desperation and sucked her nipple into my mouth, nearly missing the sound of her hissed breath. She pulled her top back off her shoulders a touch so it would stay open without her holding it and she let her hands fall loose at her sides. I was an animal for her. The taste of her soft breast making me want to bite and gnaw at her. She staggered a time or two, I was so roughly sucking and vying for the best fit of my mouth around her. I began nibbling lightly at her hard nub, hardening it more and making her throw her head back. I grunted with feral happiness and bit down a little harder, feeling her quiver beneath my mouth and hands. "Do the other one," she whispered out of her arched throat. I switched breasts and started licking at her nipple, not using my lips, just my tongue lapping at her and bathing her in my warm saliva. "Nuh unh. Bite it, Mulder." I continued to lick at her, pretending not to have heard, feeling the excitement build in me, knowing I'd be punished. I was not disappointed. She grabbed the hair at the back of my head and pulled me away from her. The sting was only slight. She could have gripped me tighter. No sooner had her compassion registered when she bent down and pinched my nipple between knuckle and thumb. And she twisted. "Scully," I nearly shouted with the tiny, sharp pain. Her hand tightened in my hair and I breathed fast and erratic through my open mouth, groaning with the mixture of pain and pleasure. My cock surged against my pants. "Are you going to disobey me again?" "No!" "Mulder..." Warning. "No, Scully, I'll be good." She twisted just a little more and I gasped at the sensation that was shooting down to my crotch, at the adrenaline that was flooding my bloodstream. Fight or flight. Or succumb. "And what are you going to do?" "I'm going to bite it." "What are you going to bite?" she quizzed. "Your nipple." "Let me hear you say you want it." "God, Scully, I want it." Twist. "Oh fuck!" "Tell me." Her voice left me no choice. And I wanted her to know that I did want it. So very badly. "I can hardly stand it, I want to bite your nipple so bad, Scully. Please let me bite it." She let go of my nipple and I took that as my cue and attacked hers, not even letting her unbend her knees. She fell backwards with the force of my need and she landed leaning back on her hands on the carpet, with me between her legs, latching onto her breast for everything I was worth and biting at her nipple until I knew it was going to be red and sore. She held my head to her breast with one hand and let the top of her head rest on the floor as she arched into my mouth, moaning in ecstasy. "That's it, Mulder. Oh, that's just right." I groaned loudly around her flesh and pushed my erection against her thigh. She let me hump her as I now laved her breast, soothing my little hurts. She didn't stop me this time, needing, I think, to have the balm of my tongue against her searing skin. I was getting close to release and I didn't care at all that I would have blown my wad in my pants while humping Scully's leg, but apparently it wasn't what she had in mind because she pulled my head from her breast a second time and slithered out from under me. "No coming. Not for you. You have to make me come first." She got up off the floor and ordered me to do the same. She told me to turn around away from her and I did. I stared into the dim wattage of the candle on her kitchen table, mad with knowing this was Scully. Me and Scully. Mad with not knowing what was coming. My body was on fire. I could still feel her breast in my mouth. When she let me turn back, I saw her naked and leaning against the mantle over her fireplace. She still had those sexy shoes on and she beckoned me to come to her with a crooked finger. **** Mulder's so unutterably cute sometimes. I know these are not the thoughts I should be having while we do Wednesdays, while I'm making him submit to my every whim. But the way he gulped when he turned around to see me naked and beckoning him was just fucking adorable. I love how into this scenario he is. I love that I can be this way with him. We trust each other implicitly which allows for this manufactured imbalance. It just makes it hotter. I never knew I'd get so turned on abusing Mulder -- (I love him so much it's very nearly physically painful to me.) -- but there's something about Wednesdays. I've fallen in love with making the man suffer. His tortured face when I make him wait to touch me gets me so aroused, more so than I ever thought possible. Seeing how badly he wants to touch me, how much he just wants to get to fuck me, gets me dripping wet every time. So when he obeyed my summons and came to stand between me and the coffee table looking anxious and pitiful, I bestowed upon him my condescending smile. "Take off your shoes, your socks, and that shirt," I ordered sweetly. Mulder hurried to do as I'd asked. When he was done, I decided that it just wasn't *quite* right. "Now, unbutton your jeans. Just the first two buttons. I want to see them hang low on your hips." His beautiful hands went to his waistband and his head bent as he looked down at his own fingers working the buttons out of their holes. I had a moment where he wasn't watching me to openly admire the man in front of me. I licked my lips to a shine, watching the muscles in his shoulders slide over one another. As his hands dropped to his sides, I focused on his lower abdominals and how they bunched as he held them tense. Not trying to impress me, just too excited to relax. He raised his gaze to mine and I met his eyes. I let just a hint of the astronomical arousal I was feeling show through to him. I like letting Mulder see how beautiful I think he is. He just doesn't know. I can't indulge him too much on a Wednesday, but I just can't help letting him glimpse my appreciation for his body sometimes. I could practically see his heart do little flips of joy in his chest when I looked into his eyes. I was careful not to smile at him, though. Cute as he was, it wouldn't have done to let him off the hook. I had plans for him. I draped my arms across the mantle behind me and propped my foot up on the coffee table behind him casually, opening my sex for him, letting him see if he had the balls to look down. Poor Mulder. He didn't know if that was allowed. He just stood there sweating, brow creased, trying not to look at my pussy. "Go ahead and look, Mulder. I want you to." He let out a sigh of relief and dropped his eyes to between my legs. He clenched his hands into fists and chewed on his bottom lip in frustration. I was beginning to know to feeling. "You know, as hard as you are, Mulder, and as painful as that erection looks, I just don't think I can let you get off yet." Mulder's answering whimpery groan was priceless. "I don't know if I'm done with that mouth yet." That perked his interest. A little jolt of anticipatory pleasure went through me. He wanted what I wanted. He wanted a taste. "Go down on me, Mulder." My voice sounded dangerous and authoritative. My heart started thudding strong in my chest as Mulder once again sank to his knees in front of me. This big, gorgeous, perfect man obeying my commands, kneeling before me in stunning submission. I opened my bent knee to the side a bit more and tried to hold my breath as I watched his mouth come to hover in front of my mound. His breath was hot and shuddering and I closed my eyes briefly to collect myself, finally taking a deep breath of my own. I opened my eyes to see his tongue flick out and lick through my crisp hair, barely colliding with my clitoris. I drew my breath in through my mouth in a tiny gasp of irrepressible excitement and joy. Mulder was going to tongue me...because I'd ordered him to. It was undeniably erotic to me that I was going to have to try not to show how magnificent he was at this. And I firmly believe that nobody in this world could ever do to me one fraction of what Mulder can do when he uses his mouth on me. It's otherworldly. Mulder sank down on the floor so that he was no longer on his knees, but was sitting with his legs bent up between mine, his feet nearly in the soot of the fireplace, and his face closer to where he needed to be. He reached his hands out toward my body, but retracted them quickly, looking up at me. "Scully?" "Yes, Mulder?" "Can I use my hands?" "Yes, you may." I groaned full force when he then pulled my slickened lips apart and teased my vaginal opening with the tip of his tongue. He just lapped at me gently and slowly over and over until I was shaking and unsure if standing was the best way to do this. He processed the logistic difficulties and reached under my ass to palm me and boost me up, as I was starting to sag against the mantle and wilt toward his warm mouth. I hadn't planned on coming this way. I didn't want to boost his ego, but I was feeling my clit start to harden and thrum and I started thrusting slight and smooth against his face, wanting more of his mouth on more of me. Mulder's grip tightened on the cheeks of my ass, separately them wickedly and he licked me a little harder from my opening up to the bottom of my clit where he pressed insistently with each lap. "mmmnnuuuhh..." I couldn't help but keen to him. I didn't want to lose control while controlling him, but he was making it seem like such a good idea. When he began flicking my clit hard and fast, I lost a little more and grabbed the back of his head and bucked against his face. His hands squeezed, encouraging my wanton behavior. He grunted against my wet pussy as he closed his mouth over my nerve bundle and sucked and flicked and sucked some more. I threw my head back as my clit began jumping enthusiastically in Mulder's mouth. I held his head hard to my body and he stilled his tongue, just pressing on my flesh like he knew I liked while I orgasmed. My heel squealed against the surface of the table as I slipped a bit and Mulder's face took more of my weight. He could have lifted me away but I think he loved being crushed under my cunt. After the spasms receded, I let go of his hair and stood on my own weakened legs, reaching for his hand and helping him off of the floor. "Go get me a glass of water," I commanded breathlessly, wondering if that just negated the command itself entirely. He immediately turned to obey, but I pulled on his hand, bringing him back to me. "Wait a minute." I pulled him to me roughly, once again taking him by the back of the head, and opened my mouth to kiss him hungrily, swiping my cum from his tongue and summoning a moan from deep in his throat. I let him go quickly and carelessly, turning from him to wipe my mouth. "You can go now." Once he'd gone to the kitchen, I turned and leaned heavily against the mantle, closing my eyes, breathing a few deep breaths. I muttered to myself, "Goddamn...." **** Scully made me get naked and sit on the couch. She came over and straddled my hips, keeping her pelvis lifted away from me. She kissed my neck, using her sweet, plump lips and her teeth to nip at me from beneath my ear to my shoulder. Without thinking I went to grasp her hips. "Don't you dare touch me," she warned with deadly calm, her mouth hovering over my jugular. I felt her voice vibrate my skin to gooseflesh. That haunting female voice on the stereo complimented her growl as she took my head in her hands, tilted it to the side, and dove in for her feast again, sucking and nibbling my neck with fervor. She lowered her hips to where I could feel her animal heat ready to get me sticky with her arousal, but she descended no further. I felt like crying. I gripped the couch cushions and throttled them. It was like closing my hands around Duane Barry's throat. I wanted to suffocate Scully's sofa. I was breathing fast and shallow when she spoke again. "Mulder, don't touch my breasts." I groaned. "I know they're right there. So close. And they're so sensitive. But don't touch them." She said it all against my ear. Her little tongue wetting the shell. "Scuuuh..." I panted and she chuckled low, soft, and cruel, lowering her lips back to my neck. My cock stiffened and just barely touched her moist curls. She stifled a gasp into my throat, her teeth grazing my Adam's apple seductively. But I didn't touch her again. If I touched her again in any way, on purpose or by accident, I was quite sure she'd stop completely. After several more minutes of Scully licking, biting, and humming her way over my upper body and thinking I was going to scream from frustration, she got up. I couldn't help the panic that took over my body. I whimpered at the loss of her. My eyes begged her, "Go sit in that kitchen chair," she demanded. "What I want won't work here." I walked on wobbly legs and lowered myself onto the cool, oak chair. Scully followed but instead of straddling me again, she turned away from me and began to lower herself down toward my lap. She spread her legs a bit and turned her head to watch her progress, to aim. My breath caught in my throat. We touched. Her pussy to my penis. Wet to hard. Soft to throbbing. She began rubbing herself against me, her hands on my knees, her gaze distant, uninterested. I couldn't help it. I moaned loudly. "Shhhhhhhiiiit!" She turned her head sharply. "Don't. Come." "What???" I squeaked. She lifted her hips, took my cock in her hand behind her, and guided me deeply into her. When her ass touched my thighs she told me again, "You're not going to come, Mulder. Do you understand?" "Oh....ho.....fuck!" "I'll fuck you, Mulder." And she started to, lifting and lowering herself in a regular rhythm as she spoke. "But you won't come." I groaned again in pain, knowing this was going to be torture, but also knowing I had to comply. Scully said I couldn't come, so I wouldn't. I wanted to close my eyes on the sight of her exquisite ass, her opening swallowing my length repeatedly. But I was mesmerized. And I could still hear and feel what she was doing to me. My palms actually itched to fondle her breasts or open her little ass cheeks so I could see her other opening as my erection disappeared into her. It was probably for the best that I couldn't touch Scully. I would most certainly have come into her so hard I'd shoot her off my lap. I choked down the humorless laugh that tried to escape my mouth. All the while I was dying there, Scully stared off out her window at the crawling night, bored-looking and incomprehensible. Wasn't this doing *anything* to her??? I wanted to see her lose it. And goddamn it, she wasn't going to. I was on fucking fire and Scully was making her mental grocery list. No sooner had I thought it than I felt her inner muscles clench unbelievably tight around me. Scully stilled her pelvis, inhaled sharply, and shut her eyes. She just paused in time and space for a moment and I felt her little body orgasm deliciously around my penis. Her inner thighs fluttered on my quads. Stunning. Finally, she exhaled and opened her wet, azure eyes. She rose up off of me. With a doctor's precision and cool, she turned and knelt in front of me and circled the base of my cock with her fingers, squeezing just hard enough to stave off my impending explosion. She held me, the look of clinical detachment resettling over her features, until I knew I was out of the woods. Then she cupped my face in her hand; her fingers smelled like her juices, from where she'd held my sex-slickened cock. I inhaled her tangy scent deep into my nostrils as she stroked my cheek, and winked. "Go lie down on the bed on your stomach. I'll be right back." She turned to walk to the bathroom, but stopped. Without turning around she added, "You're being a very good boy." And then she went in the bathroom and shut the door. **** It felt like hours, lying there and waiting to hear the bathroom door open, to feel her presence in the room again. I did as I was told and laid myself down on my stomach on Scully's bed. I felt my erection press into my belly and sighed at the pleasant pressure. I rested my hands palms down against the sheet, elbows bent, and turned my head to the side, away from the doorway. I wanted to feel her enter, not see it. It was so much more exciting to not see her. If she was going to drip hot wax on me, I didn't want to know about it first. I must have been lost completely in my thoughts because I didn't hear the door open and I didn't hear her come in, but I gasped and jumped when I felt her hands encircle my shins and her tongue run up the inside of my ankle. I shivered this delicious full-body shiver and felt her smile against my calf as she paused in her oral caress. I squeezed the cheeks of my ass and felt my penis stroke the sheet beneath me, then released my muscles with a sigh. I wanted Scully underneath me so bad I could taste her. She reached up and grabbed the backs of my upper legs and dug her fingers in, massaging me as she sucked on my calf muscles. She paused in between kisses to speak. "You've been very good, Mulder." I mewled in response, wanting her approval. "It's almost time for your reward." I was ready to beg. "Please.....yes.....mmmScully.....god please...." She had kissed her way up the inside of my leg so that she was nibbling my inner thigh. My legs opened of their own accord and she chuckled against me. "I love it when you beg." "Please, Scully." I opened my legs wider, begging for something, anything. She kissed around the outside of my ass and bit down quickly on the flesh of my cheek, making me jump, before retreating. I felt the mattress sink slightly where she knelt between my legs. My cock was burning with need. Her voice was like heavy, liquid lust. Christ, I could smell her. "I can smell your cock, Mulder." "Fuck!" She took my ass in both hands and squeezed. "You're leaking a little." Squeeze. "I can smell it." Squeeze. "Rub yourself against the bed, Mulder. Fuck my sheets." I groaned loud and long as I rode her cool, cotton Laura Ashleys. As I rocked my pelvis and felt the friction work a tingle up my dick, Scully tightened her hold on my ass. She started opening me up after every pulse of my pelvis. I had my eyes shut and phantasmagoric yellow spots danced toward my pupils. I wanted to be pushing my dick into Scully's tight vagina so bad...so fucking bad. "So bad....so fucking bad...." I moaned aloud. "Hold still," she commanded and I whimpered. God, she was cruel. She said I was going to be rewarded. I wanted to howl with the frustration. But I stilled my hips and took a deep, shuddering breath. Her hands left my ass and I heard her open a jar and then some vague rustling. I felt her shift between my legs and I lifted my head and opened my eyes to slits, uneasy. "Close your eyes, Mulder." She left no space for me to disobey. I was to do it or suffer the consequences, which I just couldn't chance this late in the game. I needed to come badly soon! I closed my eyes and held my body still and tense. "Relax, Mulder." Her voice whispered delicate and loving by my ear. "I'm going to make you feel so good." She traced a finger down my spine, slick with something, and tickled my sacrum with her tapered nail. "Now hold still or I'll have to tie you." I gasped. Nodded. Oh god. I felt her shift backward again and take my ass in her hands. She opened me. I felt her knees shimmy wider. Right, left, right. I could picture it, Scully readying herself. I gulped and swallowed dry. She lifted my hips up off the bed and I rested my weight on my knees and upper body. And then I felt something touch my anus. I jerked involuntarily at the foreign touch. Not Scully's fingers, not her mouth...what...?! "Shhhhhhh," she calmed. "I'm not gonna hurt you, baby. Be still." She held me there, ass open, and pressed on my anus with the...thing. It was soft and gelatinous. How could she...? She had both hands.... Oh holy Christ! She was wearing it. And she was going to fuck me with it. I felt my brain buzz along with my ears and I got dizzy. "It's okay, Mulder," she soothed. "I'm gonna make you feel so good. Gonna let you come soon." She was cooing to me as she pushed more insistently. I felt the smooth, warm, juiced tip demand entrance. "Let go," she whispered. "Don't squeeze. Relax it." I willed my gluts and my anus to relax. "There you go. Good." I could hear her little, mischievous but loving smile. I could feel her eyes trained on my opening. And then she pushed. "Gggggaaah...!" I grunt-groaned as I felt the phallus penetrate me. I arched into the sensation. It felt surprisingly good. No pain. Of course, without seeing I had no idea how big this thing was. I just had to trust that Scully wouldn't hurt me. I felt so vulnerable, so used, but so hot for her, for this. She sank in deeper, slowly, testing it, and I encouraged her by lifting my ass up to her and trying to tell her without actually having to ask for it. I let my body do the begging for me. I finally felt Scully's lithe little thighs up against the backs of mine, felt her springy curls and the dangerous sleek of leather kissing my balls. I shuddered uncontrollably, sure I would come with just this alone, Scully's flexible, six inch cock buried in my ass, her breathing losing some of its control behind me, her hands steadying my hips. Sweet Jesus. Then her hand came from underneath to grasp my penis. I couldn't help myself. I bucked forward and then back, feeling the dual sensations of her fist milking me and her silky dick sliding out of me and then pushing back in. Unbefuckinglievable. **** He shuddered as I drove the dildo into him. But that's not how I thought of it. I thought of it as my cock. I felt powerful and female and possessive and beautiful with this cock, shoving it inside Mulder's ass like he's shoved his into me a hundred times. I held his gorgeous ass open and watched as I plowed gently into his anus. I was enchanted by the sight of his little hole widening for me. I felt almost embarrassed by how turned on I was getting watching it. In and out. In and out. Slide and retreat. Push and pull. I reached under with my right hand and closed it around his thick shaft so he could fuck it as he thrust back and forth, backing into my jelly cock before bucking forward again. I ran my left hand up and down his spine as far as I could reach, loving the feel of his strong, lean back muscles working as he writhed in front of me. His hands gripped the sheet and twisted and his face contorted into what looked like pain one minute and drugged euphoria the next. I kept petting his back tenderly as I started getting more forceful with my pelvis. I could lose control so easily fucking Mulder's ass. He was responding to me so wonderfully, moaning and whining and nearly crying. And he met my thrusts openly, accepting this invasion, trusting me. "How does it feel?" I had to know. "Oh God.... Sculleeee..... Feels...so...goooooooood...." Each word was punctuated by a grunt or a cry of intense pleasure. "I want you to feel what it's like for me, Mulder. When you're fucking me. When you pound me." I was beginning to get out of breath, to feel my clit throb where the base of the cock collided with it. I was beginning to lose my composure. "I want to go harder. Can you take it?" "YES!" His ragged reply surprised me. I knew I had him turned on, but he was further along that I'd given him credit for. Mulder wanted to be taken. I couldn't help the feral smile that twisted my mouth. "It feels so good to fuck your ass," I confided to him and was rewarded with such an exquisite Mulder-groan, low and chest-deep. I couldn't stand it any more and started bucking into him quickly, forcing his dick into my hand each time. He was wild for it, crying out my name and shuddering. He began almost sobbing into the crumpling bed sheets as I drove into him from behind. I felt my own climax approaching, so aroused I was watching him, knowing I could make him feel this way, feeling my clit slammed rhythmically. I began grunting with the effort, sweating trickling down between my jostled breasts, mirrored between my scapula, little droplets making their way slowly down into the crease of my ass. I savored getting to watch the beads of sweat on Mulder's back roll off of his sides. Incredible. My orgasm fluttered my clitoris into sudden action. "Oh God!!!!" I kept thrusting through the contractions. Almost a full minute later, I realized that Mulder was holding back. I looked down at his face and saw the pain of concentration, the grimace of waning control. Oh Jesus, I hadn't told him he could come! "Oh, my love, come," I pleaded. "Just come." Mulder wailed a wordless surrender and shot cum onto the bed beneath him. His rectum closed around the phallus. I held still deep within him and held firm on his cock as he spasmed. "Ggggggggggggaaaaaaahhhsculleeeeee!!!!" I wanted to cry. He waited for me to give him permission, to instruct him to come. My magnificent Mulder. My partner. Why had I made him wait so long? Seeing him have his orgasm was just unutterably beautiful. When he'd finished ejaculating, I let go of his spent shaft, withdrew from his ass, and made quick work of removing the strappy leather bindings. Putting the toy aside, I pushed against Mulder tenderly until he rolled onto his back away from the small puddle he'd made. His eyes were still closed and his breathing was erratic as I came to lie on top of him, our sweaty bodies finally touching full length. We both groaned with the wonderful pleasure of it. "Please, look at me, Mulder," I asked. His eyes fluttered open and found me looking at him, letting him see my awe and love. The game was over. "Are you all right, Mulder?" I asked softly. He seemed to have to think about his answer, which worried me. He wrapped his arms around me, though, and pulled me tight against him, letting me know nothing was terribly wrong. "I guess I'm...a little..." "Embarrassed?" I supplied. "Maybe. Maybe I'm just still in shock that you knew." "That I knew?" "Knew that's what I wanted you to do to me. That I've thought about it and fantasized about you doing that to me." I sighed and shifted on him. "I didn't know, Mulder. It was something I wanted to do to you. And I knew it was something that aroused me. I didn't know if you'd like it. I was scared you wouldn't." He smiled slightly. "I liked it a lot, Scully. It felt...good to be..." "Fucked in the ass?" I asked with a smile. "Yeah, Scully. It felt good to be fucked in the ass. By you." I squirmed against him, my nerve endings humming to new life with his words. "Knowing it was you, Scully.... I had no idea it would feel so good." "So you'd never...?" "No. This was a first." He squeezed me affectionately. I traced little invisible hearts on his chest and we were silent for a long moment until I spoke again. "I came, you know." I peered at his surprised face. "I thought you might have. I thought I might have imagined it." "No, I did. I'm a little scared at how good it felt to dominate you." "I'm not scared, Scully." He stroked my hair away from my face and I melted. "It's us." He smiled weakly, eyes glittering like moonlit moss. "I love you, Scully." I leaned down to press my lips to his, parting his easily to slip my tongue into his mouth. I kissed him slow. I kissed him passionately and with all the joy in my heart. Then I whispered against his mouth, "I love you, too...Fox." He flipped me beneath him so fast, I couldn't tell which end was up. I squealed with delight. "Mulder!" We wrestled and tickled and giggled and in the end he subdued me with my wrists pinned above my head, my nipples being tickled by his chest hair when I inhaled. I smiled at him and he smirked down at me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and he waggled his eyebrows. I giggled again, loving him, loving us. "Agent Scully?" "Yes, Agent Mulder?" "You know what tomorrow is, don't you?" I shivered. Thursday. He winked wickedly. "Paybacks are hell." **** End Feedback slobbered over at lmelao@earthlink.net! For my other stories go here: http://www.angelfire.com/scifi/xtasy/shannon.html and don't forget to visit here as well: http://www.kimpart.com/shannonkfic.html http://www.kimpart.com/