ALL OF ME I - Trapped Dorothy Gayle March 20, 1999 Rating: NC-45 Spoilers: Everywhere you look, although this chapter is set during the Pilot episode, so that's the only one I can spoil for anybody. I'll get around to later eps, though, so watch out! Summary: Mulder finds out secrets about his new partner he NEVER wanted to know! This series is about Mulder and Scully involved in a D/S relationship. If this isn't your thing, back up now. I don't want you to write me later and tell me you didn't like it because it's not your thing. It's not for everybody. Enjoy! Disclaimer: Of course they're mine! They're ALL MINE...do you hear? Well, ok....the truth...they're Carter's, but he really OUGHT to let them have this kind of fun, don't you think? Author's notes: Yes, I know Mulder and Scully are written completely out of character in these stories. Yes, it's completely intentional. That's what makes it so much fun! Just remember, you don't have to believe it, you just have to like it! And one more note--someone called stories like this one 'bondage', but I assure you they are not, even when Mulder is all tied up. They are 'MulderRavishing', a new category which I have invented and will continue to populate whenever the mood strikes me... Major thanks go to my super-duper beta reader Julie, who enjoys ravishing Mulder as much as I do! ************ ALL OF ME I - Trapped ************ I never thought I'd come to this. Hey, wasn't that a line from a song back in the seventies? But it seems to me that song was talking about Jesus Christ, and believe me, the situation I find myself in now has nothing at all to do with salvation, although it closely resembles Heaven at times. At other times I wonder how the hell I got sucked into....hell. Of course the kind of hell I find with Scully is heavenly in its own right. That woman can make me alternately want to kill her or bury myself inside her and never come out again. Killing her is out of the question. As for burying myself inside her...that hasn't been my choice in--well hell, it's never really been my choice, even when it was what I wanted to do. She says when, she says where, she says how often and for how long. And whether or not I get any satisfaction at all. Although I usually do. She usually lets me. Unless she's really pissed. I probably could have overcome the initial threat with a little persistence. After all, Scully's no angel and if I tried I could come up with something to hold over her head that would negate the first threat she made. The thing is, over the years we've reached a kind of understanding. I get to break the rules on occasion--some of them with impunity, such as running off without my partner--and as long as I play the game she doesn't report me. I get to do my work the way I want to do it, and she gets...well Scully gets whatever Scully demands from me. Thank God she's not, by nature, an unkind or cruel person, or I'd be sunk. It began on our first case together. When she walked into my office she looked so young, so *green* that I just knew she wouldn't last. I'd run her off within a day, I was smugly certain. But Scully surprised me. She didn't run. She dug in her heels and gave as good as she got, and I was intrigued. My next tactic was to use my boyish charm to wrap her around my little finger, thinking if I couldn't get rid of her, I'd manipulate her instead. I have never misjudged a character so thoroughly. Or maybe the charm worked *too* well. Whatever the reason, before our first case was solved I was firmly in her clutches and have been ever since. The secret I keep from her is that there is nowhere I'd rather be. We'd been trampling around in the woods that day, and I'd been eaten alive by mosquitos. I was just about to get ready for bed, wishing I had something to put on the damn bites, when there was a knock at my door. I opened it to find my partner, looking quite delectable, actually, her hair hanging loosely about her shoulders and her small frame covered with a bathrobe which she promptly dropped. I was standing there holding that stupid candle (candles, of all things! What kind of motel gives its guests candles to use during a power outage?) and she turned her back on me and dropped the robe below her hips. Needless to say, I was stunned. At first I was certain this was a master plan to entrap me with a bogus sexual harassment suit, but Scully seemed sincere. Sincerely frightened, when she asked me to examine the marks on her back. I swallowed hard, and tried to ignore the smoothness of her skin as I crouched down to get a better look. Her skin, in the candlelight, seemed to glow, and it was a moment before I could actually focus on the marks in question. Once I did, I was able to easily identify them as mosquito bites. Goodness knows I'd seen enough of them on myself only a few minutes before. With relief that I still believe was genuine, she turned to me and the next thing I knew she was in my arms. Well, I brought mine up slowly, to tell the truth, still taken aback by the entire situation, but she was clearly in need of comfort, and damn her hair smelled nice. I mumbled a few soothing words, ignoring the flash from outside my window that I thought must be lightning. I guided her into a chair and took the one across from her, and a few minutes later my life fell apart with a knock at the door. It was Jay Nemman, that obnoxious M.E. we'd met earlier. He'd been pissed off at me then, what was he doing coming to my motel room this late at night? I soon found out. *Boy* did I find out. I also discovered in the next few minutes that my new partner was neither sweet nor innocent. The camera in his hand should have clued me in, but it didn't. Maybe I was the one who was green. The predatory look on Scully's face should have tipped me off as well, but it didn't. I was such an easy mark, it's almost embarrassing now to remember it. Looking from one face to the other, it began to dawn on me that all was not as it should be. Scully and Nemman looked entirely too chummy for my taste, and my suspicion was confirmed a moment later when he indicated the camera. "Got it," he said to Scully with a sharklike grin. The look of pure satisfaction on her face chilled me. "Good," she told him. "Be sure you put it in a safe place, and make several copies. I want all the insurance I can get." "What about my money?" She reached into the pocket of her robe and extracted a check, which he accepted with a nod. I could only gape as she ushered him out the door and locked it behind him. The expression on her face told me I was in an awful lot of trouble. "Scully?" I asked hesitantly. "You want to tell me what just happened here?" "Sure, Mulder. I just bought you." She paused for effect, her voice becoming husky. "All of you." My mouth dropped open again, and I almost passed out at her next statement. "Take off your clothes. I want to have a look at what I bought." I think that was when my hands began to tremble. I started to get a really sick feeling in my gut. Could she do this? Would she? And would she get away with it? Given my reputation and level of popularity with both peers and superiors, I concluded she probably could. My mouth went dry. I stood completely still until she cocked an eyebrow at me. Decided to try one last-ditch effort to get out of it. "Scully, you can't really be serious." She didn't move. "It was a good joke, but let's just--" "Take 'em off, Mulder!" she snapped. "Now!" Another look in her eyes told me my protestations were futile. I swallowed hard and slowly slipped off the unbuttoned shirt I'd been wearing over my t-shirt. Somehow I felt exposed even though I was still fully dressed. She leaned against the door, a small satisfied smile playing about her mouth as she waited for me to go on. Feeling removed from myself, as if in a dream, I removed my belt, pulling it from the beltloops of my pants and tossing it to the chair I'd been sitting in. It slid to the floor with a thunk, and I jumped a little. My nerves were completely taut. I couldn't believe this was happening to me. I'd been in the role of submissive to a woman's will before, but nothing like this had ever crossed my path. Not even Phoebe had used this carefully controlled, firm expectation of obedience I was receiving from Scully. Phoebe had been more likely to simply strip me herself, bringing me to such a state of arousal that I was helpless to resist her, but Scully--Scully was making me do the work. "Don't stop," she commanded when my hands drifted back to my sides, and closing my eyes in resignation I pulled the hem of my shirt from my pants. As I pulled it over my head my eyes caught sight of the open blinds and I froze. "Scully--" I began, and stopped when she glared at me. It was obvious she expected silent obedience, but I couldn't, simply could *not* undress in front of an open window. "The window," I offered lamely, gesturing toward it with my head. For one horrible moment I thought she was going to insist I continue, but after glancing at my face she reached over and quickly closed the blinds. Maybe it was my sick expression that earned her mercy, or maybe she wanted the privacy as much as I. Either way, it left me with a dilemma. Did I go ahead and give her what she was demanding, or did I take the chance that she was bluffing and that she wouldn't really destroy my career with that picture Nemman had taken? Granted, the picture didn't show much, but that coupled with the story she would doubtless concoct would seal my fate, of that I was certain. Her expression grew impatient, and I realized I was stalling, my hands nervously playing with the button of my slacks. Finally deciding I might as well get the whole ordeal over with, I unbuttoned and unzipped them quickly, stepping out of them and tossing them atop my other discarded clothing. I'd been barefoot anyway, curling up on my bed to watch television before the power had gone out, so now I stood before her in nothing but my grey cotton boxers and the flush that I was sure covered my entire body. Her eyes scanned up and down my body with a look of hungry anticipation that made me shiver. With a start I realized that I was becoming incredibly aroused by the turn the evening had taken. My damned cock twitched inside my shorts traitorously, and I swallowed hard again. Now what? I still couldn't believe she'd really make me go through with this, and I was slightly humiliated by the knowledge that she had to know I found this whole scenario hot as hell. Fox Mulder, boy wonder, criminal profiler extraordinaire, standing half-naked in front of my new partner hoping against hope that she was really going to finish this. Not exactly the way I'd pictured my day going when I'd been drinking my morning coffee. Finally she heaved an impatient sigh, and with a feeling of doom I hooked my thumbs inside my boxers and drew them down, dropping my head as I did so I wouldn't have to look at her. I had never been more embarrassed in my life. When I finally got the courage to raise my eyes, the look I saw in hers scared me. It was almost feral, and I was suddenly afraid I was going to be Scully's dinner, dessert and midnight snack. She didn't just look like she wanted a quick fuck, she looked like she wanted to eat me alive. Uncomfortably I wondered just what types of things she was into, and how I could steer her away from causing me any pain should that be her intention. Phoebe had been excited by that--causing me pain. Not a lot of it, just enough to make certain the encounter was less than pleasurable for me. It was one of the reasons I finally broke it off with her, once I gained the courage and self-confidence to tell her to take a hike. It had been tough to resist her, but like a junkie withdrawing from his addiction, I knew Phoebe would eventually kill me if I didn't cut her loose. I had done it, but my freedom had come with a high price. Our final encounter had been more painful than the previous ones by far, and I walked stiffly for days. I knew I couldn't go back into that lifestyle. If Scully wanted to hurt me I'd have to let her wreck my career instead. I simply couldn't live like that again. She approached me slowly, and I found myself backing up until the backs of my knees met the mattress. As she advanced on me she let her robe fall to the floor, and I got my first really good look at Scully in her bra and panties. Not a bad package herself, I decided, if only I could relax and enjoy this. She reached her hands out for me, and placed both palms flat on my chest. I thought she was going to push me backwards onto the bed, but instead she began running her hands up and down from my shoulders to my waist, slowly, caressingly, until my arousal grew and I began to breathe heavily. Hey, maybe I was being forced into this, but I'm not *dead*. Scully is a beautiful woman, and I wouldn't deny that thoughts of having her briefly crossed my mind the moment we met. I had repressed them immediately, but they had definitely existed. "Mulder, you are every bit as gorgeous as I thought you'd be," she whispered, leaning forward to plant a kiss on my bare chest. My mouth almost dropped open at that. Compliments? It had been the last thing I'd expected. Her lips began to travel the path her hands had covered earlier, while those soft hands slipped around behind me and cupped my ass gently. I felt a groan begin in the back of my throat as her mouth studiously avoided the parts of my anatomy that craved it. She began to nip lightly at my skin, and at first I tried to pull away. With a warning glance up at me she tightened her grip to hold me in place. After a moment I relaxed a little. She wasn't hurting me, it didn't classify as pain at all. What she was doing was making me so crazy I wanted to throw her down on the bed and give her what I thought she wanted, but then I supposed that would only get me in more trouble. What Scully wanted was control, that was clear. Playing it safe, I stood passively--well most of me, anyway--and let her do with me what she would. When she had me so hot I thought my flesh would spontaneously combust, she gave that little shove I'd been expecting earlier, although more gently, and I allowed her to push me down on my back. Before I could get a good breath in she was on top of me. I never really understood the term 'plundering' until Scully's lips took mine. Suddenly its definition was crystal clear. I was being plundered and I recognized it for what it was and I simultaneously hated it and loved it. The feeling of being taken over was something I'd always known I secretly craved--Phoebe had picked up on it right away, but she had abused it. Maybe Scully wouldn't. I could only hope, since fate and her own scheming had placed me at her mercy. It is a desire I keep carefully hidden if I can. After all, it simply isn't manly, but somewhere inside it gives me something I need. Lack of responsibility, maybe? Blamelessness? Whatever it was I had long since decided I didn't care, if I could trust the person who was controlling me. Trouble was, since Phoebe there had been nobody. I didn't trust anyone. Not after what she'd put me through. But with Scully it wasn't a matter of trust. It was a matter of coercion. I'd have to see where it led me. My thoughts were interrupted by her voice, warm breath in my ear as her tongue swirled there. My ears are incredibly sensitive. Hell, after what she'd been doing my entire body was sensitive. If it weren't for the underlying fear of what she could do to me if she chose, I'd have been having the time of my life. "Take off my bra, Mulder," she whispered, and I hurried to comply, fumbling only a little with the clasp before it loosed itself and I flung it across the bed. Her breasts were lovely. Of course, every part of Scully is lovely. She's in great shape and has a fantastic body besides. The fact that they were two inches from my face didn't hurt either, and I strained forward, trying to catch one of them in my mouth, when she drew back. Letting my head fall limply back to the bed, I waited to see what she would do. She smiled, obviously pleased at my response, and rested her elbows on the bed so that we were face to face. "Let me explain the rules of this relationship, Mulder," she began. "Relationship?" I questioned, one eyebrow raised mockingly. "This is a relationship? It looks like blackmail to me." Her face darkened and I wondered if I'd made a terrible mistake. Closing my mouth I waited for her to go on. "It is whatever I say it is," she said, an edge to her voice that made me swallow convulsively again. "I hold all the cards." I thought there might be a little debate available there, but I held my peace. I wasn't about to piss her off, not in this position. "The only rule you need to be aware of is that I own you, Mulder." I opened my mouth then to protest and she covered it with a hand. "Don't talk, listen," she commanded, and I nodded slightly. She removed the hand and continued. "I'm not a cruel person, so you don't need to be afraid I'll hurt you, but I am a very demanding person. And I expect to be satisfied, immediately and without question. Do I make myself clear?" "In other words," I responded almost breathlessly, "as long as I fuck you on command, you won't go to Blevins with that picture and your made-up story of sexual harassment, is that it Scully?" She smiled. "That's the heart of it, Mulder," she agreed. "But don't think you're going to get off with a quick lay now and then. You give me what I want. *Whatever* I want. *Whenever* I say. Do you understand?" "Sounds like slavery," I whispered. "Or self-preservation," she said. "I suppose it all depends on your perspective. Do you agree? Or do I leave right now and let you take your chances with Blevins?" She asks me that now, after she's gotten me naked and so horny I'm ready to do whatever she demands just to get off? And I knew she was right--Blevins hated me anyway. He'd jump at the chance to have me thrown out of the FBI, maybe even have me thrown in jail. I've been told I have an expressive face at times, and I'm sure all my thoughts were visible to her. I could tell by her satisfied look that she knew the exact moment of my capitulation. My eyes closed briefly in defeat and I nodded slightly. "Good choice," she said approvingly. "You're not going to make me call you 'Mistress', or anything like that, are you?" I questioned, only half-joking. I didn't think I could take that. She laughed then, a real laugh, a sound I had already grown to love. "No, Scully will do fine," she told me, and I breathed a sigh of relief. "There is one other thing you need to know though," she went on, and I froze. Here it came. The catch. My eyes grew wider as I waited for her to reveal to me the thing that would make this arrangement unendurable. I knew there had to be something. "This is not a game. This is your life now. Do you understand that?" Well, I'd sort of gathered that by the lengths she'd been willing to go to ensure my cooperation. "No safe words, huh?" "No. But you won't need them." She leaned forward and kissed me on the lips again and I almost forgot that I was being forced into this. "I won't hurt you, Mulder. I'm not into pain, not yours or mine." "You're just into possession, is that it Scully?" "Possession and control. Now. Enough talk." With that her mouth came down on mine again and I swear that woman can kiss like nobody I've ever been with before. My hands came up to tangle in her hair, holding her mouth to mine, and we stayed like that for a long time, just exploring each other's mouths. The taste and scent of her drove me wild, not to mention the fact that her nearly-naked body was pressed atop mine, and my hardened cock was digging into the soft skin of her leg. Eventually I let my hands drift down her back to slide under her panties, gently rubbing over the mosquito bites that had started this whole thing. Funny, I'd forgotten about the maddening itch of my own the minute Scully had walked into my room. My hands cupped her cheeks and squeezed gently and she ground herself into me with a moan. "Take them off, Mulder," she growled, releasing my lips, and I obeyed eagerly. She moved off me and I sat up to slide the cotton panties down her silky legs. Scully's skin was so soft, as if she bathed in mineral oil each day, and I found I wanted to stroke it endlessly. After I'd tossed aside the last scrap of fabric that stood between us, I slowly let my fingers roam their way back up her legs, followed by my mouth, and when my tongue found her inner thigh I earned a contented sigh. She relaxed back and let me work on her, and I was determined to do my best. Never let it be said that Fox Mulder didn't give his all to the task at hand. I teased and nipped at her for as long as she would let me, when suddenly I felt her fingers twist in my hair. I took that as the signal that she wanted more, so I gladly gave it to her, finding her soft flesh with my tongue and lapping at her like a cat with a bowl of cream. I've done this before, of course, but it's always been...perfunctory. Expected. Part of the ritual of sex that two barely-introduced partners engage in before going their separate ways. It had been marginally satisfying in the past, but I found that with Scully I was truly enjoying myself. In spite of the shadow hanging over the situation. I shoved that thought aside and concentrated on making her squirm, and was quickly rewarded when she began to moan helplessly and clutch at the hair she was still grasping. Smiling, I teased and tongued her until I felt the muscles beneath my hands tighten and she cried out my name with a gasp. I winced at the pain in my head, but she didn't tug so hard I couldn't stand it, and somehow having Scully call out my name like that made the ache diminish. When her shuddering had stopped, I kissed my way up her belly to her mouth, plundering her as she'd taken me earlier. Finally we came up for air and I collapsed off to the side of her, my fingers still lightly stroking her arm and her breasts. "Did that please you, Scully?" I asked, trying to contain the mirth I was feeling. She may be blackmailing me, but damn it I could make her beg if I wanted to and I knew it. In the next instant she shattered all my illusions. "Guess I'd better be getting back now," she said casually, sitting up and reaching to retrieve her robe. I must have looked comical, lying there on my bed with my eyes wide open in my patented panic-look, thinking she was going to walk away and leave me hanging. She stood and slipped the robe over her shoulders, sliding her arms into it, and I felt real fear. Surely she didn't intend to do *this* to me on a regular basis? I was in my thirties, I couldn't take it. It would most certainly kill me. "Scully," I began pathetically, and when she turned back to me I could see the gleam in her eyes. I wasn't sure what it meant, but I hoped fervently that it indicated she was only teasing me. "Yes, Mulder?" I sighed. "You're not really going to leave me like this, are you?" She belted the robe in front of her and crossed her arms, leaning against the door again. "And what if I do?" she asked casually. "What can you do about it?" Nothing. Dammit, there was nothing I could do about it and she knew it. Oh well, yeah, there was actually something I could do--I was a lot bigger than her. I could have thrown her down on the bed and taken her then and there, but the consequences of that would have been much worse than the cold shower I was probably faced with so far. I sighed again. "Nothing," I said in a voice that indicated I was only telling her what she wanted to hear. Scully was not pleased with my reply. She walked back to the bed with measured steps, and I gripped the sheet to keep my hands from shaking. She took my chin in her hand roughly and turned my face up to hers. "Do you want something more from this encounter, Agent Mulder?" she asked in a voice that was silk over steel. I nodded, not trusting my own voice at that particular moment. "And do you expect it?" she went on in that same voice that sent shivers down my spine. "No," I whispered, my eyes fixed firmly on her shoulder. I couldn't meet her gaze. "What do you expect?" "Nothing. Anything. Whatever you say," I stammered, uncertain of which answer she was fishing for. Apparently I hit on the correct one, because she released my chin and smiled. "Very good," she purred. "And who owns you, Mulder?" "You do," I muttered after a moment of hesitation. "Excellent. And just for that, I'm going to let you fuck me. Would you like to fuck me, Mulder? Would you like to slip that magnificent cock of yours inside me right now?" I could only nod since all the breath abandoned my body at her words, delightfully dirty and incredibly hot. "Then why don't you show me what you can do?" she suggested, loosening the belt and allowing the robe to fall once again to the floor. "As long as you remember who is in charge." I nodded again, not likely to forget in the next little while that she held my entire life in her hands from that moment on. I reached up to pull her easily down on top of me, careful not to hurt her. The last thing I wanted to do now was get Scully mad at me, so I decided gentle handling was my best bet. I reached for her mouth again with mine, and she drew back. "Did I say you could kiss me, Mulder?" she asked dangerously. Another hard swallow from me as I shook my head. "I don't think you quite understand the rules yet. I can do whatever I want with you, but you--you have to ask first. Get it?" I got it. "Please Scully, may I kiss you?" I asked, yearning for those soft lips on mine again. "Yes," she said, and before the word was fully out of her mouth I had covered it with my own, slipping my tongue inside to meet hers searchingly, the two fighting a battle for dominance that I eventually lost just as I have always lost every battle with Scully. Her hands came up then to hold my head steady as her tongue claimed my mouth, demanding, controlling, and I could only lie there beneath her and let her have me. Finally, when I was thoroughly drunk on her kisses and light-headed from lack of oxygen, I felt her raise her hips and slide herself gently down my shaft until I was buried fully in her warmth. It was a sensation like nothing I had ever experienced and for a moment I was certain I had died and gone straight to heaven. Or hell. Or wherever. She slowly rocked herself back and forth, and it wasn't me fucking her, oh no--she was controlling this as she has always controlled everything between us, speeding up until I was just about to fall over the edge into insanity, then stopping, holding back until I was practically begging with need. Phoebe had never played me like this. I reached my hands behind her and tried to force her rhythm by grabbing her hips, but she was ready for me. She threaded her fingers through mine and brought them up beside my head, pressing my hands down to the mattress and holding them there. You might argue that I was stronger than her, and could have fought, but my energy was so drained by that point I'm not sure I could have won, and besides, I didn't know what the consequences of disobedience might be. A relationship like this one always involves a price for the ill-mannered sub. I learned *that* lesson well at Phoebe's hands. So I let her bring me to the edge and back again so many times I lost count, until my head was thrashing back and forth on the bed and my mouth could only form the words "please Scully please" over and over again. Finally she leaned down to whisper in my ear, "I'm going to let you come now, Mulder. Would you like that?" "Please! Yes! Scully please!" I gasped, thrusting into her even harder than before. "Now, Mulder. Do it now," she commanded, and suddenly I was pounding into her body, shooting my orgasm, my fingers tightening roughly on hers as I struggled for breath. When it was over I collapsed back on the bed, eyes closed, feeling my head swim. Dimly I was aware of her rising off me, pulling her discarded panties on and replacing the bathrobe about her shoulders. "Get cleaned up, Mulder, and put your clothes back on," she said casually. "I have something else I want you to do before I go back to my room." Something else? I'd just had a mind-blowing, completely illicit orgasm at the hands of my partner, who had blackmailed me into her bed, and she wanted *more*? Weakly, my legs feeling like jell-o, I crawled out of bed and stumbled into the bathroom. I turned on the water in the shower and stood beneath the spray for a few minutes, trying to force my mind and body back to reality. Fucking Scully had been fantastic, and I certainly didn't dread future encounters of this type. After all, she was a beautiful woman, and I didn't get out much. It was the power games I feared. I shivered again when I recalled her voice telling me this was no game. This was my life now. I grinned wryly at myself. Maybe when my career ended I could live off the royalties of my book--'My Life as a Sex Slave'. My grin faded when I realized that wasn't really a joke. Scully might not require me to call her 'Mistress', and she might not plan to hurt me, but I was, effectively, her slave from this day forward. In the office, out of the office, on the road or at home, I had to be ready to meet any demand she might make of me. If I'd known her better I might not have been so apprehensive-- hell, belonging to a woman like Scully certainly has its up side--but at that point we'd only been acquainted for a couple of days. For all I knew *this* had been Blevins' plan. Not for Scully to simply spy on me and report back to him, but to entrap me, ensnare me, put me at the mercy of those who wanted to impede my work on the X-files. I had to know the answer to that, and when I emerged from the bathroom, fully dressed, I asked her. "Scully?" "Yes, Mulder?" She had settled herself on my bed, and I wondered if she planned on spending the night there. Slipping down to the floor, my back to her, I leaned against the side of the bed and considered how to phrase my question. "Whose idea was this?" I asked finally. She didn't seem surprised at my question. "Mine," she told me, as if she'd been expecting me to ask. "You were right about Blevins, he did send me to spy on you, but our new relationship is my doing alone." "Yours and Nemman's." She shrugged, I could feel it by the slight movement of the bed. "Nemman was just helping me out. I paid him well." A smile colored her voice. "He might not have been so anxious to cooperate if you hadn't pissed him off, Mulder. Is that something you have to practice, or does it come naturally?" I snorted. "Nemman was pissed off at me before we got here, Scully. You saw him. I didn't do anything to make him angry." I heard her laughter then, not laughing at me, not in a mean way, just laughing at the moment. "You don't need to worry, Mulder. Blevins isn't planning to have you thrown out on a sexual harassment charge. Actually he's expecting me to debunk your work with science." "And do you think you can?" I challenged, turning to face her for the first time. She shrugged again, a delicate movement of her shoulders that made me want to grab her and thrust myself into her again. "I don't know. Time will tell. It really doesn't matter to me one way or another. I'd like to solve this case, and I believe there is a scientific explanation for the deaths." I grew quiet for a moment. There was nothing more to say on that topic. Finally I asked the question that was uppermost in my mind just then. "What else?" "Hmm?" she asked, clearly puzzled. "You said you wanted something more from me. What is it? And I'd ask you to remember, I'm not seventeen anymore," I added lightly, lest she consider me too forward. She actually gave a little giggle then. Just a little one. "No, Mulder, enjoyable as that was, I don't think you're up to it just yet." I groaned a little at the horrible pun. "I want you to tell me some things. About yourself." I felt a knot forming in my stomach. I don't like talking about myself. Especially my past. Too many things there that hurt, too many things that people always misconstrue. Somehow I sensed, though, that Scully would be a fierce mistress when it came to being obeyed. She wasn't going to let me get away with anything, I could tell, certainly not with evading her questions. "What is it you want to know?" Praying she wouldn't ask about Phoebe. "I want you to tell me about your sister." My breathing stopped. How had she known? Then I realized how stupid I'd been. Of course. I had underestimated her in so many ways already. I'd done research on her when they told me she would be my new partner. I'd pulled out that copy of her thesis with the intention of intimidating her, to let her know that she was walking into *my* domain, *my* work, and that I knew all about her already. What a fool I had been not to realize she might do the same. Turning my face back toward the wall, I sat silently, wondering how to get out of this. I didn't want to discuss Samantha with this woman who could control my every movement. I didn't want to reveal all my weaknesses to her. Little did I suspect she knew them already. "Mulder?" I felt her move down the bed and suddenly she was kneeling there behind me. Her hands found my face and cupped it, pulling my head back so I was staring up at her. "Do I need to remind you again who makes the rules?" I gave my head a little shake, my eyes closed against the expression of triumph I was sure she must be wearing. "One of the rules is, I ask you a question and you answer it. Do you understand?" "Yes," I muttered in a barely audible voice. "Good," she replied in that silky steel voice, giving my face another slight squeeze before returning to her place on the bed. "Tell me about the night she disappeared." Haltingly at first, my voice growing in confidence as I continued, I related the story to her. I realized sometime during our discussion that I would have told her anyway. She was easy to talk to, never passing judgement, never telling me I was crazy with words or looks, just letting me talk. As a result I told her more than I probably would have, more than she would require, because I felt she needed to know. We were partners, after all, and expected to work together, even if Scully intended to blackmail me into her bed on a regular basis. *That* particular partnership would be a carefully guarded secret between the two of us. When I finished, we sat in comfortable silence for a few minutes until the ringing phone shattered the moment. It was Theresa Nemman. Time to go back to work. Over the next few days I found out just what Scully meant when she said she owned me. We had several more encounters, most of them tamer than our first. Usually she would show up at my apartment after work, sometimes very late at night, after even *I* would fall asleep, and I would perform as commanded. Not grudgingly, I have to tell you--the idea of having regular sex with my beautiful partner was one I'd quickly grown accustomed to, and it was easy to tell myself I had no choice. She did, after all, have the picture, and she had shown me a copy. It looked quite incriminating, and with the proper lies woven around it I knew Blevins would have no trouble believing. I still didn't know Scully well enough to take the chance, so I met her demands and obeyed her commands, none of which were exactly distasteful to me. It wasn't until our second case together that I found out just how pissed off my little red-headed mistress could get, and the punishment she would inflict for disobedience. ALL OF ME II - Consequences Dorothy Gayle March 20, 1999 Rating: NC-45 Spoilers: Everywhere you look, although this chapter is set during and after Deep Throat, so that's the only one I can spoil for anybody. I'll get around to later eps, though, so watch out! Summary: Mulder finds out secrets about his new partner he NEVER wanted to know! This series is about Mulder and Scully involved in a D/S relationship. If this isn't your thing, back up now. I don't want you to write me later and tell me you didn't like it because it's not your thing. It's not for everybody. Enjoy! Disclaimer: Of course they're mine! They're ALL MINE...do you hear? Well, ok....the truth...they're Carter's, but he really OUGHT to let them have this kind of fun, don't you think? Author's notes: Yes, I know Mulder and Scully are written completely out of character in these stories. Yes, it's completely intentional. That's what makes it so much fun! Just remember, you don't have to believe it, you just have to like it! And one more note--someone called stories like this one 'bondage', but I assure you they are not, even when Mulder is all tied up. They are 'MulderRavishing', a new category which I have invented and will continue to populate whenever the mood strikes me... Major thanks go to my super-duper beta reader Julie, who enjoys ravishing Mulder as much as I do! ************ ALL OF ME II - Consequences ************ So far Scully had been kind, if demanding, and our arrangement wasn't really tough to live with. I'd gotten laid more in the past few weeks than I had in the past few years, if you didn't count self-entertainment, and I didn't. I'd managed to avoid pissing her off, thereby also avoiding whatever type of punishment she might decide to inflict on me. Life wasn't bad, all in all. I had work I loved, a partner I'd almost decided I liked, even if I wasn't quite sure I could trust her, and the arrangement we had...well like I said before, it filled a deep-seated need of mine. It obviously fulfilled something in Scully as well, because she relished her role as my mistress. I could tell whenever she gave me an order, no matter how gently or fiercely delivered. It was in her eyes. She just loved bossing me around. Of course, I couldn't let her push me around in *everything*, and to her credit, she didn't try. She seemed to understand that where the X-files were concerned I was the undisputed expert, and allowed me to take the lead in our investigations, as she should. Everything was, in fact, quite normal most of the time. Don't get me wrong--it's not as if she was all over me every second of every day. We could spend time together without doing it like rabbits. We could spend days with little or no sex involved. We could control ourselves...well, she could anyway. As she kept reminding me, she was the one in control. I spent most of my time thinking of little else, always ready, always wondering when I would receive The Look. The Look that summoned me. Sometimes I was unprepared for it, sometimes I couldn't wait to be buried inside her. Well, I was always happy to be there, but sometimes The Look was...unexpected. And damn, that 'Look'! I had to wonder--did she possess it before that infamous night when she acquired me, or had it always been there? Scully was obviously not new at this game. I wondered, jealously sometimes, who had received her Look in the past. It was the look I imagine impala see as the cheetah chases them down. Hungry. She looks so bloody hungry for me. And speaking of food... I remember one night right after our first case was completed, she showed up unannounced on my doorstep bearing Mexican take-out and a bottle of wine. The fact that I hadn't eaten lunch and was starving didn't hurt, and I let her in with a feeling of anticipation mixed with resignation. It's difficult to explain. Part of me wants this, wants to be dominated and commanded, and part of me rebels against it. The knowledge that I really have no choice in our arrangement only serves to increase my sense of dread, but the sex is so fantastic that it offsets that feeling. In other words, I am one confused, sick fuck. But I digress. She walked past me into my apartment and dropped the food containers on the table, then turned to me. Her eyes looked me up and down hungrily, and I began to feel self-conscious. "That won't do at all," she commented, her hands on her hips, and I just stared at her, confused. Shaking her head, she walked into my bedroom and flung open the closet door. "Hey!" I protested at this violation of my privacy, but I quickly shut up when she gave me a warning look. Scully pawed through the shirts hanging on their hangers until she found one she liked and pulled it out. It was simple. It was nothing. It was a light blue denim button-down. I'd worn it so often that the hem was frayed. It was one of my favorites. "Put this on," she ordered, pitching it at me, and I caught it one-handed while I watched her paw through my dresser. She turned to me a minute later, my button-fly jeans in her hand. "These too," she added. "And lose the boxers." Sighing, I started for the bathroom to change. "Wait a minute, Mulder." I froze. "Do it here." I turned back to her slowly. "C'mon, Scully, can't I have even a little privacy?" I asked in a voice that was just this side of whining. I despised that tone in myself. She cocked her head and regarded me for a moment, then smiled. "All right, Mulder. This time," she agreed, and I closed the bathroom door thankfully. Quickly I discarded my shoes and socks and carefully folded and hung my suit pants. The shirt I dropped in a heap on the floor and, watching myself in the mirror I reluctantly removed my boxers. She already had me well on the way to being trained. My cock was half-erect with anticipation. I pulled up the jeans and arranged myself carefully, knowing I was probably going to be a lot harder before they were removed. I buttoned them up and the shirt followed. Then I checked myself out in the mirror again. Splashed some water on my face and dried it off on the hand towel. Yes, I was stalling. Finally, when I heard her calling my name, I emerged shyly from the bathroom. Her smile of approval made me feel hot and cold at the same time. "Very nice," she commented, and I felt myself flush again. "One problem, though. Untuck the shirt." I grabbed the cotton and pulled it from the waistband of my jeans until it fell free and she nodded satisfaction. "Come into the living room, Mulder. We'll eat on the couch." I wondered if we would do other things on the couch as well, but I didn't ask. It wasn't my place. We would do whatever Scully said we would do. I followed her with my box of food and sat beside her. Just as I was reaching to remove the styrofoam lid, her hand closed over mine. "No, Mulder," she said, and when I turned to question I saw that she was holding a strip of tan-colored cloth. It was the belt from her coat. "What? Are you going to tie me up and force me to watch you eat?" I asked sarcastically. She smirked. "Just turn around, Mulder." I looked from it to her eyes once or twice, seeing the glitter there, and finally capitulated, turning away from her so she could fasten it around me. I was relieved to see she only wanted to block out my vision. For a moment I'd been afraid she really was going to tie me up with it. She wrapped the length of the belt twice around my eyes and fastened it securely behind my head. I winced a little when she caught some of my hair in the knot, and got a muttered apology. "Now," she said, guiding me to lean against the back of the couch, "I want you to sit on your hands, Mulder." "But how am I--" "Mulder." The warning note was back in her voice, the tone that said I'd better obey or else. Not wanting to find out what the 'or else' might be, I quickly nodded and followed her direction. I heard her pop the lid on the food boxes, and a few seconds later a bite of cheese enchilada made its way into my mouth. "Mmmm." I chewed and swallowed eagerly, enjoying the greasy taste. "That's good." The next moment her tongue darted into my mouth and my lips were claimed by the woman I'd already decided must have earned her Ph.D. in kissing. She's good. I mean, she's *really* good. Make-you-want-to-kneel-and-beg-for-more good. One hand threaded through my hair, holding me in place while she explored my mouth, and with my hands underneath me my feeling of helplessness was complete. Eventually she drew back and put another bite of food in my mouth, and as I was savoring it her lips were nipping softly at my neck, driving me out of my mind. When the next forkful found my tongue her teeth gently bit my earlobe and I groaned around the mouthful of rice I was swallowing. This meal, I decided, could very well kill me. I had no idea. She held a glass to my lips and I received a sip of wine, to be followed by her tongue again, trailing down my chin, down my neck to lap at the hollow between my collarbones. This is one of my sensitive spots, and my moaning was more pronounced now. I had slipped down on the couch, reclined with my head thrown back, and was completely open to her and at her mercy. I felt her fingers at the top button of my shirt and a moment later a cool rush of air hit my chest. I yelped when I felt liquid splash that indented spot on my neck, and then her warm tongue was there, lapping it up. More food followed, more wine, more buttons unfastened, and soon my entire chest and stomach were exposed to her exploring mouth and fingertips. "Scul--ohmygod!" I cried when her teeth closed gently over one nipple. Scully knew just how hard to nip. Hard enough to tingle, not hard enough to hurt. I was beginning to writhe by then, and the meal still wasn't finished. My butt had slid so far off the couch that my hands weren't beneath it any longer, and reflexively I stretched one toward where I thought her breasts would be. I wanted to touch her so badly. I always wanted to touch her. Sometimes she let me, too. Sometimes she'd let me have some control over how things progressed between us. She kept me guessing--I was never sure, kept completely off balance by her. I learned to move slowly toward anything I thought might annoy her. I learned to read her, like a much-loved book. "Mulder," she said, the threat more evident now, and I stopped. "Sorry," I murmured, trying to rearrange myself to her satisfaction. "Lie down," she told me, helping guide me to the position she wanted, and I felt her fluff up the pillow I used for sleeping before placing it under my head. I shifted my hips, trying desperately to relieve the pressure from my jeans, and heard a soft laugh. "Uncomfortable?" she asked kindly. "A little," I gasped in response when her teeth took my bottom lip between them. My hands were still trapped under my body and I lay there, trembling as her mouth did insane things to mine. Her fingers drifted slowly down my belly and twisted at my groin, and seconds later the buttons of my fly were opened. She reached inside and drew out my cock, ready and eager for her touch. Scully urged me to lift my hips while she eased the jeans down below my ass. Now all the private parts of me were completely exposed to her, and I could still see nothing. A sudden thought occurred to me. "Scully, are the window blinds closed?" My voice carried a nervous edge. "No, Mulder, they're not," she said with some amusement. "They're wide open, actually. If anyone comes to wash your windows or a helicopter flies by, you're completely visible. I didn't appreciate her attempt at humor. I know, I don't exactly live on the first floor, but still--the idea of being exposed made me uncomfortable. Then I remembered closing them when I'd first come home and I relaxed. She was just teasing me. I was about to tell her I knew it when her lips closed over my cock and all coherent thought fled. Damn that woman is good! She licked and sucked me up and down for a few minutes, and I whimpered when she pulled away. I yelped again when I felt her pour a dollop of the wine in my navel, and then her tongue began driving me crazy once more. It wasn't long before she had me begging, which I suspected was her intention all along. I pleaded with her to let me touch her, let me move, let me come, but she ignored it all, continuing to play with my body until I was sure I would pass out from the sheer frustration and sensation of it. Finally, when I knew I simply couldn't hold back another second, she moved away from me and I heard noises that I sincerely hoped was her removing her clothes. I heaved a sigh of extreme satisfaction when I felt her climb on me and an instant later she slid my shaft into her velvety smoothness. Scully settled herself on me, not moving, while we both grew accustomed to the sensation. We'd only done this a few times at that point, and it was still a new experience for both of us. "Mulder, you feel so good," she said with a groan, and I smiled, self-satisfied. "Don't be too smug," she added. "I'm still the one making the rules." "Sure, Scully," I replied cheekily, and gasped when she pulled herself off me and stood up. "Sorry," I moaned. "I'm sorry, please Scully, finish..." I felt her mouth on mine again. "Who owns you, Mulder?" Her voice was low and dangerous against my lips. I swallowed. "You do," I whisper. "Are you sure?" "Yes." "Really?" she asked carelessly. "Because you sound as if you don't quite believe that." At this point if she'd asked if I was George Washington I would have agreed. Luckily for me she appeared to want it as much as I did tonight. "Yes. Yes, dammit, I'm sure, Scully. You do, you own me, you make the rules, I'll say anything you want, just *please*--" and her mouth caught mine once more. With a sense of blessed relief I felt her position herself over me and soon we were back where we'd been when I so stupidly tried to wrest control from her. By the time she was done with me that night I was wrung out, exhausted, and completely contented. It didn't always turn out that way. Our second case together was in Idaho. Ellen's Air Base. A place I'll never forget and yet can't quite remember either, because of what they did to me there. That was nothing compared to what Scully did when we got home. I'd pissed her off this time. Truth be told, she was pissed at me from the beginning. She didn't want to go, and she figured out quickly that it was more than a simple kidnapping that drew me out west. All through the case she was giving me those looks, the ones that said she would tolerate this because I was the senior agent, but if I went too far there would be consequences. She had me once out there, in her motel room after that guy punched me. It started out with her in doctor-mode, wanting to check me out, but after she removed my shirt and discovered the damage wasn't serious she attacked me. I can't complain, it was really very nice. Then, afterwards, I made one of the biggest mistakes of my life. I lied to her outright. Told her I was going to shower and pack and we could leave, something she'd been wanting to do since Col. Budahas had been returned. I knew, when I saw her in the rearview mirror as I was tearing away in the car, that I would be in big trouble when I got back. Little did I know I would face big trouble before I saw her again, and that she would not be happy at having to save my ass after I'd ditched her. The uppermost thought in my mind when those men were wrestling me to that gurney and strapping me down was 'Oh shit, Scully's going to kill me'. I was more afraid of her than them, but in a completely different way. These men could kill me, I knew that. Scully wouldn't really, but she could make me wish they had. And I was right to be afraid. She saved me, of course, something she does well. Took me back home and gave me a week to get the drugs out of my system and recover from the shock. Then the shit hit the fan in a big way. We were in our basement office, about to leave for the day, actually. She hadn't mentioned my escapade once during the week since we'd returned from Idaho, and I was beginning to think she'd decided to do nothing. I still didn't know Scully well enough to realize she has patience that would make Job look like a whiner. She was merely waiting for the right opportunity. It came when we were leaving work that Friday. I had entered the elevator ahead of her and turned around to find her standing there with that look in her eye, the one I'd already learned to recognize. Frantically I glanced toward the hallway, feeling a rising sense of panic when I saw Scully push the 'stop' button. Then she turned on me and I felt my mouth go dry. "Aw shit, not here Scully, please--" I began, and she advanced toward me until her body was pressed alarmingly against mine. She grabbed my tie with both hands and pulled me down until we were nose-to-nose. Did I mention this woman is deaf to my pleading? "Who says where, Mulder?" she asked patiently, her eyes glittering with a predatory look. I gulped. "You--you do." She reached into her pocket and pulled out a set of handcuffs, and I felt my face go pale. My eyes must have been huge, I simply couldn't take them off that shimmering metal. I stood passively while she cuffed my wrists behind me to the safety rail, then leaned against the wall of the elevator in defeat. She reached up to loosen my tie and my eyes flew open. Yes, we were in the basement. Yes, it was usually fairly deserted, and after all it *was* five o'clock on a Friday afternoon, but still--the elevator door stood wide open. Anyone walking by would find me cuffed to the rail like a criminal while my partner began to slowly undress me. And damn if I wasn't already starting to get excited. She unknotted the tie and let it hang loosely while she began to work on my shirt buttons, and I grew distinctly nervous. "Scully--" "Mulder, do you want me to gag you with that tie?" she asked casually as her fingers began to ignite the skin of my chest. I shook my head silently, my eyes growing even wider at the thought that she might. "Then shut up," she commanded, and I bit back the next sentence I'd been about to utter. Scully had already proven to me that she wouldn't hesitate to carry out her threats, and I was in a compromising enough position as it was. When she had unbuttoned my shirt and pulled it free of my trousers she began to lick and nip her way slowly down my chest and belly while my breathing grew ragged and I struggled just to remain standing. The cuffs bit into my wrists when I occasionally forgot their presence and tugged, reminding me with a *clink* that I was helplessly restrained. After unbuckling my belt, she flicked the button on my pants and slowly drew my zipper down. If I hadn't been pressed against the back of the elevator in order to stay on my feet, my pants would have fallen to my ankles. Scully massaged my erection through my boxers and I heard myself beginning to moan. I kept my eyes fixed firmly on the open elevator door, convinced someone was going to come walking through it at any moment. Just as she pulled the waistband of my boxers down to gain better access, there was a ringing sound. I nearly jumped out of my skin at first, then took a deep breath when I realized it was my cell phone. I looked at her pleadingly, but she just smiled and withdrew it from my jacket pocket, flipping it open and holding it to my ear. "M-Mulder," I answered breathlessly. Scully's hand began stroking the length of me, making it more difficult than ever to concentrate. "Agent Mulder?" Shit! It was Blevins' assistant! "Ye--yes?" "Your presence is required upstairs, I'm afraid. Immediately." While I hated Blevins with a passion, his assistant was a nice girl and we got along fine. It didn't hurt that she had a crush on me which I did nothing to discourage. If she could only see me like this... "I'll be--right...there," I managed as Scully's tongue found the tip of my cock. Anne paused a moment. "Agent Mulder, are you all right?" she asked, her voice exhibiting confusion. I bit back a moan as Scully's mouth engulfed me. "Fine. I'll be...right up," I gasped, and Scully raised her head to grin at me. Frantically I nodded toward the phone and she broke the connection. "Who was it?" she asked casually, removing the handcuff key from her pocket. "Blevins' assistant," I told her darkly, my eyes focused on the key. She must have known what I was thinking, because her face grew serious. "Mulder, I don't know what he wants to see you about, but I assure you I've kept our secret." She grinned impishly as her hand reached for me again. "Why would I want to jeopardize this?" "Scully, I have to go now, he's expecting--" I was cut off when she dragged my head down and covered my mouth with hers. Suddenly we both froze. The doors to the next elevator were opening. I thought I would pass out when I heard the janitor's cart come rolling out of the elevator. I silently begged the gods to let Alan, the custodian who cleaned my office every night, turn right instead of left. If he went for the restroom first, we were all right. If he started for our office my career was probably over, and maybe Scully's as well. After a long second I heard the cart creak down the corridor and was able to resume breathing. I glared at Scully. "Would you let me loose!" I hissed at her. "This is not going to work! You can come to my apartment later and do anything you want to me, but *please*, Scully..." Her shit-eating grin still in place, she unfastened the cuff from around my right wrist and, before I could stop her, hooked it to the rail. Now I was standing in the elevator, pants beginning to slide down my legs, boxers almost to my knees, shirt and tie undone, one wrist still chained. Scully stepped back and my stomach dropped to the floor as I realized she was going to leave me like that. She pressed the button for the fourth floor, where Blevins' office was located, then held up her hand to keep the door from closing. "Well, Mulder, you have until the fourth floor to put yourself back together," she said, and I swear I considered grabbing my gun and shooting her then and there. "Scully, please...SCULLY!" I yelled as she stepped back and the door closed. Frantically I began trying to pull up my underwear and pants using only one hand. I had gotten my boxers up and was desperately reaching for my trousers when I glanced up and saw, with a sense of absolute terror, that the elevator was stopping on the first floor. Someone upstairs had pushed the button. "SHIT!" I gasped to myself, hauling my pants up roughly and turning my back to the door. My shirt was still open, baring my chest for the world to see, and there was no way I could conceal the fact that I was handcuffed. Quickly my mind began trying to concoct a plausible lie, and I was almost ready to slip into catatonia when the door opened and Scully stood there, smiling, thankfully alone, only slightly winded. She entered the elevator while I slid to the floor, my legs giving out completely. Thank God it was a slow elevator and she was a fast runner. When we were between the first and second floor she pushed the 'stop' button again, and ignoring the irritating sound of the alarm, she uncuffed my other wrist and helped put me back together. She even tied my tie for me, as my hands were trembling too much to manage that task. Needless to say my erection had all but disappeared. "Now, Mulder," she said, her voice furious over the buzzing alarm. "Do you think you might like to lie to me again? Maybe abandon me in some god-forsaken motel and go off and get yourself kidnapped? Perhaps you'd like to arrange another situation where I have to rescue you from your own stupidity?" I shook my head, burying my face in my hands. I'm sure I was ghost-white. I had been so scared, and yet deep down even then I think I realized Scully had the situation under control. As I've said before, I didn't know her as well then. I didn't know if I could trust her, and I wasn't aware then that she would never have truly exposed me to public humiliation. She had certainly gotten her message across, I had to give her that. "Good," she said simply, and when the elevator door opened on the fourth floor she led me outside and seated me in a chair, fetching me a cup of cool water from a nearby dispenser. When my respirations were back to normal and my hands had stopped trembling I looked up at her. The expression on her face was bland, unreadable. "Are you all right now?" she asked, and there was nothing but partnerly concern in her voice. With a shaking breath I muttered, "Yeah. I think so." "Good. And if you behave yourself in the future, we won't have to have any more incidents like that one. All right, Mulder?" I nodded once, wiping my hand over my face. I had sweated in fear while that elevator rose, and I was sure she could smell it on me, but she gave no indication that anything was amiss. "Go on in and see what Blevins wants now," she ordered gently, and I rose on legs that were still slightly wobbly. By the time I reached Blevins' office I was able to put up a good front, although Anne stared at me curiously when I arrived. It turned out Blevins just wanted to let me know I would be reporting to a new supervisor soon. His face told me he was glad to be rid of me, and the feeling was more than mutual. Scully was waiting when I emerged, breathing a little more easily now that I knew she really hadn't betrayed me. That did more to help me trust her than anything, I think. Certainly I viewed our agreement in a new light after that day. Scully likes to walk the edge with me, pushing, pushing, until I think I'm about to fall over, then pulling me back safely into her arms. It makes things interesting for her, I suppose, and certainly never dull for me. Over the years I've come to believe in her ability to judge when to pull me back, but it doesn't mean my pulse doesn't quicken when we reach the precipice. She takes chances that make me...well, nervous isn't strong enough. Scared. What if someone else had been waiting for the elevator that day, I've asked myself frequently. How would she have gotten me out of that one? But I know somehow she would. Scully takes good care of me, and somehow, in all the time we've spent together, I've learned to appreciate this game that isn't a game with us. She made up for the day's events when she came over that night, showing me tenderly, without words, that I was more than a possession and this was more than a game. I wouldn't call it an apology--I had certainly earned her anger and knew I deserved some punishment. It was more of a reassurance, an acknowledgement that she'd gone perhaps a bit too far that day. I only know she's never again risked involving others in our agreement. Humiliation is not Scully's style, nor is it my desire, and I think she was a little sorry she'd let her temper get away with her. Nonetheless I was still hers, and am, and will be always, even if she one day tells me she no longer wants to play these roles. It hasn't been a response to blackmail for years. At least not on my part. And she was quite a comfort to me when Phoebe came back. ALL OF ME III - What Phoebe Wrought Dorothy Gayle March 29, 1999 Rating: NC-45 Spoilers: Everywhere you look, although this chapter is set during and after Fire, so that's the only one I can spoil for anybody. I'll get around to later eps, though, so watch out! Summary: Mulder finds out secrets about his new partner he NEVER wanted to know! This series is about Mulder and Scully involved in a D/S relationship. If this isn't your thing, back up now. I don't want you to write me later and tell me you didn't like it because it's not your thing. It's not for everybody. Enjoy! Disclaimer: Of course they're mine! They're ALL MINE...do you hear? Well, ok....the truth...they're Carter's, but he really OUGHT to let them have this kind of fun, don't you think? Author's notes: Yes, I know Mulder and Scully are written completely out of character in these stories. Yes, it's completely intentional. That's what makes it so much fun! Just remember, you don't have to believe it, you just have to like it! And one more note--someone called stories like this one 'bondage', but I assure you they are not, even when Mulder is all tied up. They are 'MulderRavishing', a new category which I have invented and will continue to populate whenever the mood strikes me... Major thanks go to my super-duper beta reader Julie, who enjoys ravishing Mulder as much as I do! ************ ALL OF ME III - What Phoebe Wrought ************ I couldn't avoid it any longer. I knew when I saw that Look on Scully's face after meeting Phoebe that I was going to have to spill it. Everything about our past together. Scully would tolerate no evasion. She asked the questions and I answered them. It was in the rules. "Mulder, you just keep unfolding like a flower," she commented lightly, but I could hear the steel behind the careless words. 'You're going to tell me anything and everything I want to know,' she was really saying, and sure enough, that night I did. She came to my apartment after dinner, which I was unable to eat anyway. I'd nuked some lasagna and ended up throwing it in the garbage. It wasn't the idea of an encounter with Scully I feared--those were not entirely unpleasant, as I believe I've made clear. It was the thought of having to talk about Phoebe, to tell her the things Phoebe had done to me that made me shiver. Deep down, I was afraid it might give Scully ideas. Phoebe had been into pain and humiliation. So far, Scully didn't seem to be, but who knew where that little mind might drift, given the proper incentive? And as satisfying as our arrangement might be to both of us, at times like this I was unable to forget--Scully still had those pictures. I didn't think she'd use them. I hoped she wouldn't, anyway, but seeing Phoebe had brought back all my old insecurities. I was afraid. I had dressed in anticipation of her visit--tight jeans, a shirt I knew she liked, sans boxers...no need to give her any reason to punish me. Maybe, if I played my cards right, I could escape this evening, this week, this case, with my self-respect intact. I rubbed my hands together nervously as she breezed past me into my apartment. My palms were sweaty. "Did you eat already?" she asked, turning back to where I still stood by the door. I shrugged. "I had some lasagna," I told her. "But you didn't eat much of it, did you?" she asked shrewdly, and I dropped my eyes. Scully sighed. "Come on, Mulder," she said, taking my hand and leading me toward the couch. "We need to talk." Talk? I grinned mirthlessly. The other stuff I was ready for, but talk? I didn't want to talk. Talk was what I dreaded tonight. "Wouldn't you rather I just gave you a mind-blowing orgasm?" I asked in a deep voice, leaning over to whisper in her ear, and I swear, Scully shivered. "You do look absolutely delicious tonight," she commented, eyeing me up and down with a satisfied expression. "You dressed for me. Good boy." I tried not to feel puppy-like joy at her approval. "But first, I want to know about Phoebe." My face must have fallen, because hers immediately expressed concern. "I know she upset you, Mulder, and I know you'd prefer not to tell me about her, but I need to know. Was she the one?" "What one?" I managed after a minute. This was going to be harder than I'd thought, because Scully cut right to the chase. "The one who hurt you." She said it matter-of-factly, as though there was no doubt I had been hurt. Of course, I'd alluded to my previous relationship with Phoebe that morning, but I hadn't given her details. Scully had apparently read between the lines. "I'm not the first person to own you," she smiled. "You've been in a relationship like ours before, Mulder, that's obvious. Only I suspect that person did things to you that you didn't like. And now I'm thinking it must have been Phoebe. Am I right?" I swallowed hard and stared at the floor. "Mulder?" she asked gently, turning my face to hers. "I ask the questions..." "And I answer," I murmured. "Yes, it was Phoebe, and yes, she hurt me," I told her, leaning back limply on the couch. The things that woman had done to me all came back in a rush and I closed my eyes weakly, feeling my face drain. "Scully, I can't go through that again." It came out as no more than a whisper. "No one's asking you to." "But she's here," I responded stupidly, as though that statement explained everything. She's here, she might want me back, I was thinking. Can I fight her, or will I allow myself to be sucked back into the old addiction? Somehow I knew Scully was my only hope of salvation. "I'm here too, Mulder, and you belong to me now," she said with that hard edge to her voice. I opened my eyes and glanced sidelong at her. She was small where Phoebe was tall, she was gentle where Phoebe was brittle, she had been kind where Phoebe was cruel. Complete opposites in every way, and yet I felt an allegiance to Scully, a willingness to give myself to her, that I had never felt with Phoebe. A willingness that had nothing to do with threats or pictures or made-up stories of sexual harassment. I still didn't have that dirt on Scully I'd been attempting to acquire, something to balance the scales between us, but I knew in my heart that if I refused her she would let me go. I'd seen the kindness that resided in her and I knew she wouldn't really wreck my life for failing to obey her commands. We still pretended it wasn't a game, but there was no doubt it was a choice on both our parts. "You don't know her, Scully, she's...sneaky." Scully smiled. "Let her sneak. She won't be here long. You don't need to be afraid of her. I'll take care of you. I always do, don't I?" I had to agree. Even when Scully punished me for an infraction it was never the unpleasant experience I'd had at Phoebe's hands. Scully could find ways to torture me that didn't involve pain, but usually what Scully wanted was to make love. And yes, by that point I was well on the way to being in love with her. She reached over then to kiss me, and I put my arms around her and drew her close, taking comfort from her nearness. I felt the knot in my stomach begin to subside a little and thought maybe, just maybe, it would be all right. Scully actually let me have some control that night. Not a lot, she still likes to be the one on top (both literally *and* figuratively), but I didn't have to beg that time. We made love slowly and sweetly, and when we finished she settled down in my arms and we fell asleep together on my couch. When I woke up in the morning she was gone, but there was a note and a fresh cup of coffee, cooling but still drinkable, on the table. 'Don't worry, I'll take care of you' was all the note said, but it brought a smile to my face, and I tucked it into my pocket before I left for work. I arrived in the office early, as I usually do. I like the privacy of knowing there are few people other than myself in the building. Scully usually wanders in a few minutes before eight, yawning, and makes straight for the coffee machine, but I'm almost always there by seven. This morning it was even earlier, and by seven o'clock I was sitting in my chair, engrossed in reading about the case we were working on, my back to the door. I never heard her enter. The first indication I had that someone else was in the room was when the blindfold was slipped over my eyes. I gave a start and felt her hands soothingly on my shoulders. She knotted the cloth behind my head and reached down to loosen my tie. "Is the door closed?" I asked anxiously, ever-fearful that we would be discovered. "Shh," was all she said, and I trusted her to make sure we weren't visible. She'd never betrayed me in this, although she loved to tease me about it. Scully pulled my necktie free from the collar of my shirt and urged me to lean forward in the chair. She gently drew my arms behind my back and knotted the tie around my wrists. Then she pulled me back and I was effectively sitting on my bound hands. "This is going to wreck one of my favorite ties," I joked, and got another shush, one with a warning tinge this time. I obeyed instantly. She tilted my head back to claim my mouth and at the same time her hands began to rove down my chest, tweaking buttons open as they wandered. I shifted my legs, searching for more room in my suddenly restrictive clothing. As I said before, she has me trained, and my cock sprang to life on command at her touch. She stroked down my chest and rubbed lightly over my nipples and I began to moan. My moan turned to a yelp when she bit my earlobe a little too hard. She didn't apologize, just released it and moved to the other ear. Nervously I waited for her to repeat the action but she didn't, and a moment later she came around to kneel in front of me. I felt her hands at my belt and before long I was freed, the cool rush of air over my genitals doing nothing to calm the fire in my soul. I wanted her to take me then and there, engulf me, possess me, but she had other plans. Obviously she was in a mood to torment me, and her hands and mouth proceeded to do just that. She rubbed my balls, sliding her hand inside my pant legs to stroke my inner thighs until I was slumped in the chair, whimpering with need. Her tongue flicked over my nipples, my chest, occasionally touching the tip of my cock briefly before moving away again. I was beginning to think I was going to come from that light touch alone when she unexpectedly sent me straight to hell. Her hand gripped my balls and squeezed so hard I lost all the breath in my body. Not hard enough to injure, just hard enough to make me almost pass out from the pain. I couldn't even yell, could only gasp for oxygen. When she finally released me I was ready to die. She pulled her hand out of my pants and I slumped back, hoping that meant she wasn't going to hurt me again. I had just gotten enough air back in my lungs to protest when I felt her teeth bite the soft skin of my belly. This time I did yell. It hurt like hell, and I knew I would bear a mark for a long time. Involuntary tears of pain began to make their way down my face and I struggled to escape. "Scully, don't--" I begged breathlessly, and felt my blood turn to ice when I heard her laugh. It wasn't Scully. I recognized that laugh and the ice in my veins began to make me shiver. Scully wouldn't be here for almost an hour, I was tied up and helpless in this woman's hands, nobody knew I was here in need of assistance and I'd die of humiliation if anyone found me like this anyway. The only question was, could I survive an hour with this woman from my past? Her mouth engulfed my cock in one long stroke and I froze. It felt good, of course, but at the same time I waited with dread for the moment the pain would begin again. Phoebe could never just give me pleasure. Something about her was unsatisfied unless I writhed in agony several times during our encounters. "Phoebe, let me go," I demanded through gritted teeth. She laughed again. "But you look so nice like this, Mulder," she purred. "All tied up and blinded and ready for me." As she spoke her hands began a fast up and down stroking of me, and I was afraid she was going to make me come all over myself. If that happened I would have no choice but to go home and change. I could probably get by the rest of the day without a tie, but this would require an entirely different suit. "I'm not ready for you," I growled. "I don't want you to touch me." "But you were enjoying it so," she protested humorously. "At least until you discovered it was me. Who did you think it was, your little partner?" Before I could answer a voice came from the doorway, and I sagged into the chair with relief. "By 'little partner' I assume you mean me?" Scully's voice was dangerous. "Oh. Hello," Phoebe said, sounding nonplussed. It was obvious she'd expected to have me to herself for the next little while. "He's not yours any longer, he's mine. I own him, and you will stay away from my property. Do I make myself clear?" Scully asked, and I wondered if she had her weapon drawn. Not many people could make Phoebe back down. After a moment of hesitation Phoebe stood, and I heard her footsteps make a path for the office door. "If you want him, he's yours," she said carelessly, and I could feel the shrug in her voice. "He was never more than a diversion for me anyway." I heard her steps echo down the hall and a moment later Scully closed the office door, and with satisfaction and comfort I heard the click of the lock. She came over to stand in front of me and pulled the blindfold from my eyes. I blinked a few times in the light and then glanced ashamedly up at her. It was embarrassing to be caught like this, even if I'd not been at fault, and for a moment I was terrified that she would hold me responsible. If Scully believed I had participated in this willingly I might as well put my gun to my head right now. I soon realized, relief draining me, that the only expression on her face was one of compassion. "Are you all right, Mulder?" she asked, concerned, as she walked around behind me and untied my wrists. "Fine," I muttered as I hastened to rearrange my underwear and pants. "I feel like I need a shower, though." Scully stood in front of me again, looking me over critically. Her eyes rested on the bite mark Phoebe had graced me with and I saw her face flush in anger. She touched it first with her fingertips, then with her lips, and I could feel the pain leach away at her gentleness. The contrast between these two women was stark. One took from me, painfully and forcefully robbing me of my pride, while the other held out a hand and watched while I willingly placed my life in it. I found myself hoping I was more than a simple diversion to Scully. "I'm sorry, Mulder. I told you I'd take care of you, but I haven't done a very good job so far," she said ruefully, helping me button my shirt and tuck it back in where it belonged. I raised my eyebrows. "Tell me," I asked casually, "how did you manage to show up just in the nick of time? Phoebe was about to eat me for breakfast, and I'm not sure I'd have lived to tell about it." She smiled. "I know you always come in early. This morning something just told me Phoebe might decide to make an appearance. I didn't think she'd go this far, though," she said darkly, and it was clear what Scully thought of Phoebe poaching on her territory. "Phoebe has no limits," I told her somberly. "That's why we're not together any longer." "Are you the one that broke it off?" I nodded. "I had to, Scully. I couldn't take what she did to me. Oh it felt good at times, but at other times it was...what you saw here and worse. And always afterwards I felt dirty. I knew if I didn't get away from her I'd lose all self-respect. I damn near did anyway." Scully regarded me thoughtfully but said nothing more of the incident, and soon she managed to distract me with work. Phoebe hadn't broken the skin where she'd bitten me, but if I let my mind wander to it I could still feel the nerve endings throbbing. It would be a while before I forgot this morning. Inwardly I shivered. I hoped I could endure whatever Scully had in mind for me next in the face of the trauma. I wondered if she understood how deeply it had affected me. I found out later that Scully always understood everything. "Let's go to lunch, Mulder," she said, stretching and gazing at the clock which read 11:45. I started to protest and shivered again when I saw the Look. God no, please, I prayed inwardly, I'm not ready for this. She stood up and grabbed her coat, then waited expectantly by the door while I swallowed nervously and finally obeyed. I felt her hand rub my back gently when she escorted me through the door and I saw her grin as I turned toward the stairs. I was still trying to avoid elevators. We climbed the stairs and I followed Scully to her car. It turned out lunch really was what she had in mind, and as we sat across from one another over the pasta that I toyed with and she consumed enthusiastically, Scully kept looking me up and down. I kept my head ducked to avoid her face, hoping she would get the message and let me off the hook this time. I waited for her to suddenly tell me when and where she wanted me again, but the words that she spoke surprised me to my core. "You know, Mulder, I really feel I owe you something because of that incident this morning. I should have been more protective of you." "Scully, I'm a grown man," I protested. "I don't need you to protect me." Her eyes glittered dangerously. "Obviously you do, at least where Phoebe is concerned. I knew what she was, Mulder, I could tell it from the moment we met. I shouldn't have let her get her hands on you." I blushed, thinking of where Phoebe's hands had been on me, and the mark on my chest began to ache again. "So I've decided to make it up to you," she announced, and I raised my head in surprise, staring at the little smile she wore. "Make it up how?" I asked cautiously after a minute. She cocked her head to the side and her smile widened. "Our next time together, Mulder, is yours to command." I froze, trying desperately to process what she'd just said and how I could use it to my advantage. "Are you saying that I get to be..." "You decide everything," she said simply. I shook my head in amazement. "But what if I say we don't do it at all?" I challenged, and she actually laughed. "Do you really want to say that?" She answered my challenge by holding my gaze firmly, and I was the one who eventually looked away. I shook my head a little and she laughed, reaching over to cover my hand with hers. "Just this once," she said softly, "I think you need to regain some of the dignity that Phoebe took from you this morning. I'm giving you a chance to do that." "When?" I asked, my breathing already beginning to quicken in anticipation. She drew back and began eating again. "You say when, Mulder," she told me, her face unreadable. Suddenly I regained my appetite, and spent the rest of our lunch planning what I would do with this gift. I wanted it to be that evening, but things quickly spun out of control with Phoebe, as they often did, and we didn't have an opportunity to be together again until after the British vulture had flown back to England. After I'd recovered from my smoke inhalation, and after I'd also recovered from the shock of seeing Phoebe again, I began to watch Scully. I wondered how long she could hold out, waiting for me, before I received the Look. It wasn't long. She sidled up behind me at my desk one day and bent down to whisper in my ear. "If you don't make a move soon, you're going to forfeit the right," she warned softly. I breathed deeply, enjoying the smell of her perfume. Scully always smells so damn wonderful, and she has a variety of scents she enjoys that simply drive me wild. This was one of them, and I felt myself already coming to life. Forcing myself to think of Eugene Tooms, I was able to calm down a bit. "Getting horny, Scully?" I asked with artificial casualness. She straightened up. "Impatient, Mulder. I'm getting impatient." She left the room, no doubt to splash some water on her face, I thought with satisfaction. It was apparent that she was far from indifferent to me. She wanted this badly. Since I wanted it just as badly, and was every bit as horny as Scully if not more so, I decided this would be the night. I didn't say anything else about it that day, and neither did she, but while I was driving home from work I dialed her cell phone. "My place," I growled when she answered. "Nine o'clock. Wear something sexy. And Scully?" I paused and listened to her breathing for a second. "Don't wear too much." She laughed a little breathlessly. "Sure, Mulder. I'll be there." By the time she arrived I had everything ready for her. I didn't plan on dinner, which is why I had her show up so late. I knew I wouldn't be able to eat, and Scully had a way of turning every meal that we shared privately into a food/fuckfest. That woman is simply not to be trusted around edibles, I tell you. The day she smeared chocolate syrup all over my cock and nearly drove me crazy licking it off taught me that lesson. I haven't been able to look at an ice cream sundae the same since. She knocked on the door and I called for her to enter. I'd left the door unlocked so I didn't have to rise from the chair where I was hiding in the shadows. She could see my outline, I knew, there in the living room, but nothing more. I'd only left the kitchen light on, so she was illuminated completely. She closed the door behind her and locked it, then glanced around the apartment, smiling when she caught sight of me. My dick sprang to life the second I saw her. She was wearing a black cocktail-type dress that came almost to her knees, with wide straps. Sexy, but not whorish. Scully is nothing if not classy. I wondered as I shifted position to make myself more comfortable if she had anything on underneath it. I soon found out she did. "Stop there," I commanded as she began to approach me, and she halted in the middle of the living room floor. The light was behind her and she was a silhouette now as well. She stood, awaiting further instructions. I rose from my chair and walked slowly over to her, feeling my cock twitch madly. I had dressed in attire designed to please her, and I saw with satisfaction that the desired effect had been achieved. Her nipples stood out in hard little points when I lightly brushed a hand across the front of her dress. She started to raise a hand to my black shirt, halfway unbuttoned, and I ordered her to be still. With a visible swallow she obeyed. Her eyes traveled down to the obvious bulge in my jeans, and I saw her smile again. "Have you ever been on the other side, Scully?" I asked in a low voice as I made my way around behind her, my hands softly trailing around her waist to stroke her ass before raising to lift the hair from her neck. "Have you ever been the one owned?" I planted a light kiss on the back of her neck and saw with satisfaction that she shivered when I dropped her hair. She shook her head silently. "Do you like having me at your mercy, Scully?" I asked into her ear, giving a gentle nip to her earlobe. I was rewarded with a gasp. "Yes," she whispered. "Yes," I confirmed. "And I like it too. It's what we are, you and I. But tonight, you belong to me. Tonight you will find out what it feels like to be the one owned, the one commanded, the one possessed." I punctuated those words with tender kisses to the side of her neck and felt her lean back against me as if she was unable to stand on her own. I smiled. "Tonight you will be the one who is used, and you will love every minute of it," I told her in my dark, seductive voice that I knew made her melt inside. I stepped away from her and saw her consciously steady herself. Grinning, I went back to my chair. "Undress for me, Scully," I ordered softly, and after a moment's hesitation she reached down and slowly removed her shoes, tossing them aside. Thigh-high black hose followed, and I gripped the arms of the chair tightly as she rolled them seductively down her legs. She tossed them aside as well, deliberately landing one of them in my lap, and I smiled wickedly at her as I unrolled it thoughtfully, my eyes never leaving hers. Hers widened a little as the thought of what I might choose to do with that stocking crossed her mind, and I played it back and forth between my fingers while I let her wonder. "I'm waiting," I prodded, and a moment later she reached behind herself and began to draw the zipper of the dress down. She leaned her shoulders forward a little and it slid down her body with a whisking sound, ending up at her feet. She stepped out of it and stood before me in what appeared to be a sheer black bra with matching panties. Scully reached behind herself to unhook the bra, but I stopped her. I wanted to feel those breasts while they were still trapped within the smooth fabric, forming and shaping them, wanted to bury my nose in the cleavage and see if I could drive her out of her mind with my tongue. "Stop," I ordered, and she immediately let her hands drop to her sides. I rose and walked back to her, noting the way she backed up a little before steeling herself and standing still. I put my hands on her waist and nudged her slowly backwards until I had her pinned firmly against the wall. Then my hands stroked up to cup her breasts and I felt her shiver again. This was delicious. I didn't want to change our arrangement, I have no illusions about myself; I know I am possessed of a submissive nature and Scully is my perfect compliment. But tonight I intended to show her all the erotic pleasure that can come from being totally possessed by another person. My fingers stroked lightly over her tits, avoiding the nipples until I'd finally wrung a moan from her. I smiled. This was what I'd been waiting for. Slowly I let my tongue flick across those hard little nubs through the fabric. She whimpered. Oh yes, Agent Scully, I thought, this will be a night you never forget. While my mouth worked her nipples I let my hands wander down to her wetness, lightly stroking her through the sheer fabric of her panties, occasionally allowing a finger to slip beneath the elastic, carefully avoiding the places that begged me to touch them. I could smell her arousal and it was intoxicating. When I felt her entire body begin to tremble I let my lips and tongue wander excruciatingly slowly down over her stomach, dipping into her bellybutton until I heard her gasp. Her hands gripped my shoulders tightly and I caught the waistband of her panties with my teeth, teasing and tormenting her, making her think I was going to remove them and then releasing the elastic with a small snap. She flinched. Perfect. I let my face wander a little farther south and she shoved herself toward me, seeking any kind of relief. I pushed her thighs back against the wall so she couldn't thrust forward and began flicking my tongue in and out of my mouth, letting it just barely touch the fabric before it disappeared. She started to slide down the wall and I was delighted. I slapped lightly at her inner thighs. "Stand up and spread your legs," I told her, and was pleased when she responded immediately. Poor Scully. She really thought I was about to make her come. I removed her hands from my shoulders and swept them around behind her back, telling her to leave them there and not to move or I would stop everything. I looked up at her face and she nodded, her eyes huge. Then I went to work on her in earnest, my fingers teasing and my tongue flicking, until her gasps and sighs had turned to one long moaning sound that made me hot as hell. At last I couldn't take it anymore, and I stood up and backed away from her. "Get naked," I ordered. She took a deep, shuddering breath and hurried to obey, stripping off the panties and bra with trembling hands, dropping them to the floor. Then she stood there, waiting for whatever I wanted to do with her. The rush of love I felt for her at that moment almost overwhelmed me. She was doing this for me, in order to give me back something Phoebe had stolen from me. She was showing me that I was more than just a plaything to be passed from hand to hand, and I think that was the moment I became absolutely certain that Scully would never follow through on her threats. Seeing her there, naked and vulnerable, completely open to me and completely compliant, by her own choice, made me realize that I was much, much more than the simple diversion I had been to Phoebe. I pressed my body against hers and her arms came around my waist, her hands sliding into the hip pockets of my jeans. I wanted to take her right there against the wall, but our height differential makes that impossible, so instead I picked her up and gently slung her over my shoulder. She giggled a little, and I lightly swatted her ass. Very lightly. It wasn't lost on me that when this evening was over I would have to give control back to her, and I certainly didn't want to have things to answer for. I carried her into the bedroom and lay her on the bed, then switched on the bathroom light so we would have some dim illumination. She was luminescent, lying there naked and ready for me, and all I wanted was to take her. I felt a primal urge that all males since the dawn of time must feel, submissive nature or not. I sat on the bed beside her and quickly removed my shoes and socks, then turned to stroke her skin from shoulder to mid-thigh, repeatedly, softly, seductively. Finally she could stand it no longer. "Mulder, *please*," she whispered, and I grinned from ear to ear. This was what I'd been waiting for. I needed to hear her beg me, just this once. I unfastened the button and zipper of my jeans, drawing them down my hips just a little, just enough to free myself and allow maneuverability. Then I rolled over on top of her and took her. No other word can describe what I did to Scully that night. She was completely naked and vulnerable and I was almost fully clothed and totally in control and yet totally in her power. As I slid into her we both sighed in relief, and I began to move with a rhythm that I knew would postpone her orgasm and prolong both her pleasure and mine. My lips and tongue devoured her mouth as my body possessed hers and I knew, without a doubt, that this woman was mine and always would be. Her hands were on my ass, urging me to fuck her faster, but I refused, setting my own pace, making her wait, making her writhe, making her whimper and finally making her come with an intensity that I doubt she'd ever felt before. Certainly not with me, she hadn't. It was a night we would both remember. When we were both spent and exhausted I rolled over, taking her with me, and we dozed in each other's arms for a while, slowly regaining our strength and equilibrium. When at last she pulled herself up off me, I let her go with little reluctance. My night of control was over and it was time to turn our relationship back to the way it was supposed to be. "Feel better now?" she asked, stroking my hair as I still lay on the bed. "Oh yeah." I knew I wore a stupid grin, but I didn't care. She leaned over and kissed me softly. "Good. That's what I wanted." "Did you enjoy that, Scully?" I asked, rolling onto my side and watching as she left the room to gather her clothes, then came back in the bedroom to dress. She laughed. "You have doubts?" she teased, but sobered when she saw I wasn't joking. "Yes, Mulder, I enjoyed it very much," she said seriously. "Just..." "Yeah?" I prodded. "Don't get used to it," she smiled. I shook my head. "Don't worry. One more session like that would probably kill me," I told her, reaching down to straighten my own clothing. "I need to go now," she said, leaning over to kiss me again. "Mulder?" "Hmmm?" I asked, completely satisfied and already beginning to drift off. "Wear the blue shirt to work tomorrow." I smiled. "Yes ma'am," I told her happily. I was all hers again. All of Me IV - GOING TOO FAR Dorothy Gayle April 27, 1999 Rating: NC-45 Spoilers: Entire first season is fair game Summary: Mulder finds out secrets about his new partner he NEVER wanted to know! This series is about Mulder and Scully involved in a D/S relationship. If this isn't your thing, back up now. I don't want you to write me later and tell me you didn't like it because it's not your thing. It's not for everybody. Enjoy! Disclaimer: Of course they're mine! They're ALL MINE...do you hear? Well, ok....the truth...they're Carter's, but he really OUGHT to let them have this kind of fun, don't you think? Author's notes: Yes, I know Mulder and Scully are written completely out of character in these stories. Yes, it's completely intentional. That's what makes it so much fun! Just remember, you don't have to believe it, you just have to like it! And one more note--someone called stories like this one 'bondage', but I assure you they are not, even when Mulder is all tied up. They are 'MulderRavishing', a new category which I have invented and will continue to populate whenever the mood strikes me... Major thanks go to my super-duper beta reader Julie, who enjoys ravishing Mulder as much as I do! ************ ALL OF ME IV - Going Too Far ************ Fourth of July. Scully had decided we should have a picnic to celebrate, and although I detest picnics, I agreed. It is my job to obey, and I had received the Look. Picnic we would. She'd found a nicely secluded place for us, driving for an hour and then tramping through woods until we reached a clearing. Turned out we were on her grandmother's property, and Grandma had told her we were welcome to use it however we wanted. We snuck in the back way, according to Scully, which is why we never saw Grandma's magnificent Victorian style home. Gazing around the clearing, I was fairly certain I was going to get jumped before the afternoon was over. I could live with that. It had been a tough year for us. Scully lost her father, I was kidnapped, the X-files had been closed--but still we were together. Not as partners any longer, I had that silly twit, Krycek, but...together. And don't pretend you don't know what I mean. Scully had a method of summoning me even when we weren't working side by side. When I found a blank yellow post-it note stuck on the photograph of my sister, I knew I should go home after work, dress for her, and expect her visit. My stomach always knotted in anticipation of those evenings, part of me wanting nothing more than to fall at her feet and please her, and part of me rebelling at the notion. My rebelliousness was wasted, however; Scully always won. We'd finished our lunch and I was lying on the blanket Scully provided, drowsily enjoying the warm sunshine, when I heard her speak to me in that husky tone that meant she was ready. "What are you wearing under those jeans, Mulder?" she purred, and I felt myself come to life immediately. She had me so well-trained that just the sound of her voice could make me hot. At times like these, my sole purpose in life was to please Scully. "Exactly what you told me to wear," I replied, and received a smile of approval. What she'd told me to wear beneath my jeans was, as usual, nothing. Scully didn't like to be slowed down by too much clothing, and the thought of me decadently naked beneath my decent-appearing outerwear seemed to excite her. My clothes were chosen with her in mind that day, as they always were when I knew we would be together. She had actually accompanied me on a shopping trip where she picked out my wardrobe. I was free to wear whatever I wanted on my "days off", but when Scully wanted me, I'd better dress the part or suffer the consequences. I'd been through that once and I didn't plan on facing it again. So on this particular day, even though it was July and hotter than hell, I was dressed in black button-fly jeans, minus the boxers of course, and a black cotton shirt. Scully liked unfastening the buttons, slowly in order to torture me, and heaven help me should I greet her dressed in a plain t-shirt. She planted her little body over mine and I could feel myself harden more as she met me face to face. Her lips were close enough that I could have captured them with my own, but I hadn't the right to do that. I must wait for her to make a move. Slowly, so slowly I thought I'd die with the anticipation, her mouth moved nearer and nearer to mine until only a fraction of an inch of space separated us. It took all my will-power to resist those luscious lips of hers, but I clenched my hands at my side and forced myself to wait. Scully was testing me, wanting to see if I would break the rules so she'd get to punish me, but I wasn't going to make it easy for her. I preferred straight sex to Scully's brand of discipline. Not that she ever hurt me, mind you. Never that. Scully didn't enjoy inflicting pain, for which I frequently gave thanks. She was, on the other hand, a master of psychological torture. Like the day she handcuffed me in the elevator at work. Of course, she probably wouldn't do anything that drastic again--I had seriously pissed her off and I have to admit I deserved something in retaliation--but there have been other times when she's been able to reduce me to a whimpering bundle of nerves begging for mercy. I had no desire to go there that day, so I lay on the blanket with her atop my body, pressing into me, torturing me with her nearness, and I lay still. After several minutes--yes *minutes*, do you realize how long a minute can be?--of non-movement she smiled and I knew I had passed the test. "Would you like to kiss me, Mulder?" she asked casually, at last, and I could only nod. She lowered her lips the remaining distance to mine and my hands came up to grasp her hair, holding in place the prize I had finally attained. Our mouths explored each other's for what seemed like forever, until finally she drew back and I released her with a reluctant moan. "Scully--" I groaned, but she put her fingers to my lips, shushing me. "I have something for you, Mulder," she said, climbing off me and reaching deep into the picnic basket she'd brought. Somewhere Scully had managed to purchase a real, old-fashioned, wicker picnic basket. I didn't think they really made those things. She withdrew her hand and her fingers were clutching a white envelope. I felt myself go very still. "What--is that?" I asked, feeling a core of fear beginning in my gut. I didn't want to believe, but I knew I had seen that very envelope once before. When she showed me the pictures, the ones she'd ostensibly been using to blackmail me for the past year. She placed the packet in my lap and I grasped at it with numb fingers. Finally, through a haze, I was able to open the flap and into my lap fell--yes, the photographs. The ones that M.E. had taken back in Oregon--what was his name? Nemman. Dr. Nemman. Who had hated me on sight and had conspired with my brand new partner to rope me into something I had struggled uselessly against at first and now never wanted to lose. I raised my eyes to hers and saw confusion there. Apparently she thought I'd be more pleased with her little gift, but I felt my heart beginning to ache and it was difficult to breathe. "You--you're cutting me loose?" I mumbled, dimly realizing that the pictures were slipping from my unfeeling fingers. "I'm giving you your freedom," she replied, her expression still puzzled. "No more threats of blackmail. They're yours, Mulder. And that's all of them, too--you don't need to worry that I have more copies stashed away somewhere." She smiled and I felt a distinct crack beginning in my heart this time. It was no longer merely an ache. "Scully--why?" I asked, trying desperately to keep the anguish out of my voice. "I thought you were happy with...our arrangement." Now her confusion changed to open astonishment. "Mulder, I'm telling you that you're a free man. Don't you want that?" "All I want is you," I told her quietly. "I've lost the X-files and I don't even get to work with you any longer. If I lose you completely...Scully, I don't know what I'll hang on to." Realization dawned on her lovely face. "Are you telling me that you wish to continue as we have been?" she asked carefully. "Hell yes, I want to continue," I said forcefully. "I've never been happier in my life!" She sat silently for a few seconds, thinking it over. Her eyes raked up and down my body while she considered, and for a heart-stopping moment I was certain she was going to refuse. Then she spoke and I breathed an audible sigh of relief. "I've always known you enjoyed our little game, Mulder, but the fact is, I forced you into it. You never had a choice, and I assure you, had you refused, I was prepared to carry out my threat. At the beginning, anyway. Later on, I realized I had you so far under my thumb that the pictures were inconsequential. But lately..." Her voice trailed off, then she gathered herself and continued. "Lately I've felt a little bit guilty. I respect you, Mulder, more than I ever thought I would, and I found I simply couldn't hold this over your head any longer." "Fine," I responded eagerly. "No pictures necessary. I'll do anything you say, you know I will. Just don't cut me out, Scully." She regarded me thoughtfully again. "You're willing to enter into this voluntarily? Continue as before? Make no mistake, Mulder, I'll never play the subordinate," she warned, and I nodded quickly. "Yes. I'm willing. I'm all yours," I told her seriously, looking her straight in the eye. For a few seconds there was only the sound of our breathing. "Then get on your feet!" she suddenly snapped, and I jumped to obey. I stood there in the clearing while Scully inspected me from top to bottom, back to front. I was sure she couldn't miss the bulging in my jeans, and her smile told me I was correct. She stood behind me and ran her hands across my chest, pressing her body into mine while my breathing grew more labored. Her fingers teased the top button of my shirt, dipping into that hollow on my neck that she seems so fond of, and I waited for her to begin releasing buttons. Instead her hands moved lower, caressing my erection through my jeans, teasing at the buttons there until I thought I would burst right out of them. "Scully, please--"I panted, unable to keep still any longer. "Shut up, Mulder. I'll do as I please," she ordered, and biting back a groan I nodded acquiescence. With her body pressing against the back of me and her hands randomly roaming up and down my front, it wasn't long before my knees began growing weak. I have always said that the effect that woman has on me should be illegal. Surely other men don't turn to jelly at a woman's touch like this. I know I never have before, not with any other woman. Finally, when I was almost ready to open my mouth and beg, she came around to stand before me. Her eyes were shining with lust and anticipation, and I prayed she wouldn't drag this out much longer. "Let's go home, Mulder," she said, bending down suddenly to gather up the picnic basket. I'm sure my mouth was hanging open in shock. It had been, truly, the last thing I expected her to say. I mean, she'd just spent the last fifteen minutes getting me so aroused I was ready to fall at her knees should she require it, and it was obvious she wanted me as well. Had I been able to see the glint in her eye I'd have realized I was being set up, but she was bent over and all I saw was her lovely backside, tempting and taunting me. That was the reason I did what I did next. I made a mistake, a bad one, one which I paid for dearly later on, but I place the blame firmly on Scully's irresistible ass. Before she could even straighten up I had her on the ground beneath me, grinding my body into hers. I claimed her mouth fiercely, permission be damned. She'd already told me the blackmail threat was a farce, so what did I have to fear, really? Some things were going to change in our relationship, I decided, and before I could have second thoughts I had her stripped naked. I didn't even bother unfastening, I just ripped. Several buttons popped off her blouse as I tore it open, and I heard the telltale sound of cloth separating as I tugged her cotton shorts roughly from her body. Her panties were wispy lace and I made short work of them and the matching bra. "Mulder!" she tried to protest, and I cut her off by sealing my mouth again over hers. I had my tongue so far inside her that I'm surprised she didn't choke on it. I wanted to own her, possess her, devour her, and I did. I shucked out of my jeans as quickly as I could, lowering myself back onto her body before she could escape. I could feel the heat coming from her, but I missed the warning in her eyes as I proceeded to drive her absolutely mad with desire. Before I finished with her that day my name tore pleadingly from her lips again and again. I held back as long as possible, taunting her with my superior size and strength, holding her down forcibly as I entered her. If Scully hadn't been so willing, it could have been considered rape, but she never fought me, never even told me to stop. Beyond the warning way she had uttered my name at the very beginning, there was little conversation until she began to beg me to finish, to enter her, to give her what she craved and finally I did. When I had finished, my senses slowly returning to my sated body, I realized what I had done and felt pure terror. Surely she wouldn't change her mind? If she did, I was screwed--pardon the expression. Rolling off her and reaching for my jeans, I was almost afraid to meet her eyes. She never said a word, ignoring my useless apologies as she tried to salvage her clothing. The aching fear in my stomach increased when she finally abandoned the effort and simply wrapped herself in the blanket. I gathered the rest of our belongings and followed as she strode to the car. Her back was stiffened but it was with something more than anger. I didn't think Scully was really all that angry, although seizing control from her had been an enormously bad idea, I now realized. She looked more...determined. I wondered uncomfortably what my punishment would be--most certainly I would suffer one. All the way back to Georgetown I tried to apologize, but she ignored me still. By the time we parked in front of her building, my knuckles were white from gripping the steering wheel. "Scully, please let me--" I began when she climbed out of my car wearing only a blanket. Nervously I glanced around the street, which appeared thankfully deserted. "I'll call you when I want you, Mulder," she informed me coldly, and disappeared inside. Defeated, I threw my head back against the headrest and sighed. What had I done? That was Monday. Tuesday and Wednesday at work she barely spoke to me, even though she had several opportunities, and I began to feel my contrition turning to resentment. It wasn't as if I'd done something awful, you understand. I made love to her, that was all, and very satisfying it was for both of us. But I had done it without her permission, I had taken command and thrust her into the subordinate role not half an hour after she'd told me she would never play that part. This was not in the rules. I'd expected her call both nights, and had dressed accordingly after returning home from work, but the telephone had been silent, and I didn't dare initiate the contact. On Thursday she was waiting for me at my desk when I got to work. "May I have a word with you in private, Agent Mulder?" she asked in a voice that left no doubt as to what my answer had better be. I nodded dumbly and followed her to the elevator. She entered and motioned me inside, and, after a slight hesitation and a hard swallow, I followed. I tried to keep my distance from her in case she intended to handcuff me to the rail again, but she merely crossed her arms and smiled after pushing the button for the basement. She entered our old office, unused now, many of my possessions still in residence although covered with plastic sheeting, and I trailed after her curiously. When she shut the door firmly and locked it, I began to know real fear. "Take off your clothes, Mulder," she snapped. When I hesitated, her eyes narrowed and she hissed, "Now!" With trembling fingers I obeyed, removing my tie as she watched me, leaning against the door, satisfaction creeping into her eyes. Praying that nobody chose to come exploring the basement this morning, I finished the task as quickly as my shaking hands would let me, and soon I stood before her completely naked. Chagrined, I realized my damned dick had already betrayed me and was standing stiffly, awaiting her attention. She smiled. "Lie down on the floor." I gulped again. "Scully, it's cold down there--" "Do it!" she roared. No kidding. She roared. You might not think Scully had it in her, but believe me, this woman is not to be fucked with. Or...well...you know what I mean. Suppressing the urge to ask her not to be so loud, I sank to my knees, then slowly stretched out on my back. She picked up my necktie, and I expected her to blindfold me with it, but Scully is very resourceful. She rarely repeats herself. Instead, she wrapped it tightly around my wrists, securing them together, then bound the other end of the tie firmly to a leg of the desk. It was a heavy desk, still full of old papers and files, and an experimental tug proved to me that I wasn't going anywhere until she allowed it. She picked up my boxers and shoved them into my mouth and a moan made its way up from my gut. Now she was scaring me. The only time Scully had ever restrained me in any way was in the elevator, when her intent was to punish, and I wondered now if she planned on leaving me exposed like this, at the mercy of anyone who might find me here. With a sense of relief I soon realized that was not her intention, but my relief was short-lived. Instead of leaving me, Scully began to torture me. Now I've told you before that she's not into pain, and that has held true for all the years of our relationship. In fact, I once saw her 'accidentally' plant one of her three-inch heels firmly into the stomach of a suspect who had managed to land a few punches on me before I got him down and cuffed, and I knew she had done it in retaliation. Scully doesn't like to see me hurt. Now, though, instead of hurting me, she began to plant tiny, feather-light kisses all over my body, starting with my face and working her way down so slowly that by the time her tongue dipped into the hollow of my navel I was ready to melt into a puddle. I tugged at the silk that bound my wrists to no avail, and my efforts to spit the cotton boxers out of my mouth were useless as well. She had me reduced to whimpers and moans within minutes. I writhed helplessly beneath her, but she was merciless, and soon I had begun to heartily regret my impulsiveness of Monday. I was ready to promise her anything, but I couldn't talk. When she started sucking on my toes I truly thought I would die, but the worst was yet to come. A knock at the door frightened ten years off my life. Scully gave me a broad wink and rose slowly from the floor, straightening her clothing. I was still stretched with my arms tied above my head, helpless and exposed. With huge eyes I watched as she unlocked the office door. I knew she wouldn't let anyone in to witness my humiliation, I just knew it--but that didn't prevent the debilitation fear that invaded my body as she opened the door a crack. "Agent Scully?" a puzzled voice asked, and I swear I almost lost consciousness then and there. Skinner! He already thought I was a total fuck-up; if he discovered me like this I would absolutely kill myself. Scully must have felt my fear, it was so palpable. She kept her body wedged firmly in the door and answered him in a level voice. "Yes, Sir?" I could hear the arch to her eyebrow. "I was just wondering if you'd seen Agent Mulder this morning. I looked at his desk but someone told me he'd left with you." "Yes, Sir. I was getting the key to this office from him," she lied smoothly. "Agent Mulder and I haven't gotten around to moving out all of our belongings, and I was down here gathering up some things of mine. You might check the cafeteria, Sir. Agent Mulder mentioned that he'd skipped breakfast and he might grab a donut." "Thank you, I'll do that," he responded. Was that a note of disbelief in his voice? It didn't matter--the only important thing was that he was retreating, and she closed and locked the door once more. I closed my eyes in sheer relief when she approached me, thinking that now surely, after such a close call, she'd let me go. I was wrong. "Did that scare you, Mulder?" she asked, and I gave a short nod. Of course it scared me, you silly bitch! I thought angrily, but even had I possessed the power of speech I would never have uttered those words. Not when I was already in so much trouble. "Would you like me to finish with you?" she queried, a wicked gleam in her eyes, and my eyes grew wider as she kicked off her shoes, then reached up under her skirt to draw her panties and hose slowly down her shapely legs. Scully has great legs, and I could look at them forever, but just then my erection, which had subsided somewhat during her conversation with Skinner, sprang back to life. Legs were the farthest thing from my mind. All I wanted then was to be buried deep inside her. A moment later I got my wish as she sank herself down onto me slowly, savoring the feel of my body invading hers. Scully gets this...look on her face whenever I enter her--as if she's just discovered a gallon of ice cream in her freezer that she didn't know she had. It's flattering, to say the least. You can damn well bet that no women has ever reacted to me that way before. We were both so hot that it didn't last long, and soon she collapsed limply onto my chest, her rapid breathing slowly beginning to calm. I could feel her heartbeat against my own, even through her clothing, and I would have loved to have kissed her then, but I still had my underwear in my mouth. I made a noise of entreaty deep within my throat and she raised up to look at me. "Want this out?" she asked, pulling the fabric from between my teeth, and I immediately began trying to return the moisture to my mouth. "Damn, Scully!" I breathed. "Remind me never to piss you off again!" Her blue eyes glittered. "That's exactly what this little lesson is designed for, Mulder," she pointed out as she rose, my boxers still in her hand, and began fishing around beneath the plastic that covered my old desk. Soon she found what she was looking for, and with a flourish produced a sharp pair of scissors. Before I could guess what she was up to she had reduced my grey cotton boxers to shreds. I gasped, unable to form words, as my undershirt followed. When she picked up my white dress shirt I felt true panic. "Scully, no!" I begged. "You can't--you wouldn't!" "Wouldn't I?" she asked casually, slowly winding a sleeve of my shirt around first one hand, then the other. "Are you sure?" I swallowed hard again, feeling that knot of panic growing. "R-reasonably sure," I stuttered, hoping fervently that I had not underestimated her anger. She let me suffer for at least another sixty seconds before gracing me with her smile and dropping the shirt onto my bare chest. "You're right, I wouldn't. Not this time at least," she purred, dropping to her knees beside me and taking the scissors to my necktie. "But you just remember this the next time you decide to top me," she warned, and I could tell from her expression that she was not kidding. I shuddered and nodded agreement, allowing her to help me rise to a sitting position. "Now get dressed," she commanded when I had stretched the kinks out of my back and neck. "Skinner's looking for you." I cast my eyes over my ruined undergarments. "What am I supposed to do--" "Do without," she smiled. "I'll be hot all day, thinking of you with nothing at all beneath those pants." Well hell, if she was going to put it that way... I dressed, feeling decidedly strange. Of course it was the middle of summer, and I had been known to go without an undershirt on very hot days, so that was no big deal, but no boxers--now that was kinky! And hot, very hot, I discovered, knowing that every time I let my mind wander to my lack of undergarment it was going to wander even further to the activities of the morning. I was going to have to fight very hard to keep my mind on my work so as not to embarrass myself the rest of the day. "Now," she said, taking my hand once I had my shirt properly buttoned, "I have an important question to ask you." I raised my eyebrows and waited for her to go on. "Since this is now a voluntary relationship, you have to tell me--do you want to continue or do we end it now?" Her eyes gazed up at me earnestly, and I felt my tension begin to relax a little. She was still giving me a choice. All I had to do was say the word and I would never be put through anything like this again. At the same time, I would lose everything I still had that meant anything to me, and she knew that. She knew I couldn't do without her. She knew I didn't even want to. As frightening as my recent experience had been, it had also been strangely exhilirating, and I remembered once again, all in a rush, why I liked submitting to her. She could make me feel safe and protected, and completly at her mercy all at the same time, and it excited me beyond belief. I pulled her into my arms for a hug, which she returned eagerly, and then dropped a kiss on top of her head. "I'm yours, Scully. I already told you that." "Good," she said, and I could feel her smile against my chest. It became a pattern with us anytime I would get out of line: she would punish me in whatever way she deemed sufficient, and then offer me an out. If the discipline ever became too severe, or if I discovered a part of myself that could no longer live with our arrangement, I was free to walk away with no retaliation threatened. That, more than anything, made me love and trust her unconditionally. When she saw that I was sufficiently put back together, Scully slipped out the door. A second later she stuck her head back inside. "I'll be over tonight, Mulder," she said softly. "Be ready for me." I nodded, already beginning to feel breathless with anticipation. I was ready for her. I would always be ready. After quickly gathering up the remnants of my underclothing and stuffing it into the pocket of my suit jacket, I left the office, locking the door securely behind me. I met up with AD Skinner as I was approaching my desk, and he looked me over speculatively. Feeling a slow blush begin to color my face, I wondered if he was able to spot my lack of proper clothing beneath my clothing. If he did, he gave no sign of it--he seemed more concerned with my lack of proper neckwear. "Has the FBI instituted Casual Thursday, Agent Mulder?" he asked gruffly, and I glanced down at myself guiltily. "I'm sorry Sir, I--uh--spilled coffee on my tie," I muttered. He nodded, and I could swear I caught a look of disbelief on his face before he covered it up with his usual stern expression. "Uh, Agent Scully said you were looking for me?" "Yes. I wanted to give you this," he said, handing me a file folder. I thanked him and he left without another word. Great. Another boring assignment, I thought grumpily, my mood taking a sudden downturn. I brightened considerably when I felt the looseness of myself inside my pants. Being without my boxers felt...weird. There wasn't any support like there was when I wore jeans this way, and besides, that was away from the office. I stared around me for a minute at the other agents in the office, talking on telephones, furiously scribbling notes, one absently tossing paper-wad basketballs into a wastebasket. All of them probably had their underwear firmly in place, I decided, and the thought made me begin to grow firm. Quickly I flipped open the case file in my hands. I had to concentrate on work before it became impossible for me to stand up. Risking one more glance around the office, I smiled. All of them fully clothed, all of them oblivious to my condition as I sat, feeling half-naked. And not a one of them, I told myself happily, belonged to Dana Scully. Only me.