Title: Bondage 
Author: Soleil Compeau
Summary: A dark fantasy of Scully's
Author's Notes: This was inspired by another fanfic in which Mulder
has a fear of being restrained. It's called "How Did She Know?" by
Mary Kleinsmith. Thanks also to Carla for putting the feather image
in my head. It tormented me for days! Rating: a healthy NC-17
Category: Mulder/Scully romance
Disclaimer: These stunt doubles have just re-enacted what Mulder and
Scully do between episodes. The true characters are the property of
Fox, 1013, and Chris Carter. No copyright infringement is intended.




"I'm a little nervous Scully," he murmured as they kneeled, facing
each other on the bed. Mulder's wrists were tied with silk scarves,
the other end of which Scully held. They were both naked.

"Don't worry Mulder. It's me. You know I would never do anything you
don't like." Her voice is low and soothing. "Let's just kiss for
awhile. We didn't do much kissing that first time."

Mulder smiled and they leaned forward until their lips touched.
Quickly their kiss escalated into passion. Scully made hungry little
noises in the back of her throat. They broke apart frequently to look
at each other and change the angle of the kiss. Their tongues slid
and stroked enticingly together.

"I want to touch you," whispered Mulder at one point. He lifted his
hands to her shoulders. Scully let the silk slide through her fingers
to allow him some freedom of movement. It thrilled her that Mulder
could not touch her unless she allowed it. He softly stroked her
shoulders, then moved down to cup her breasts. "Ooooh" she breathed
softly and he leaned down to taste her nipples.

Scully let go of the scarves to caress his chest. She had admired
his body before, but when they came together for the first time, they

were too excited to spend time on simple touching. Her fingertips
brushed against his ears. He grunted softly, his mouth busy on her
neck. She kissed his ears, and he sighed happily.

She leaned forward and rubbed her face sensually against his chest
hair. She licked his nipples each in turn and his hands crept up to
hold her head lightly.

"Can I tie you to the bed now?" Scully asked softly.

"Uhhh .oh .yes." Mulder looked nervous again as Scully spread his
arms and tied the scarves to the bedposts. Every time he was
restrained, something bad happened to him. He forcefully reminded
himself that the result this time would be pleasure. Skeptic though
she was, Scully had never broken their trust. It had never been her

idea to put him in restraints because of his wild theories. So far
their physical relationship was immensely satisfying.

Still, Mulder wiggled uncomfortably. What would Scully do to him
next? Visions of candle wax, chains, and whips danced through his
head. He really wasn't sure about this, but Scully seemed so excited
when she suggested it. Because he loved her so much, he was at least
willing to give it a try.

 She crouched between his legs a moment, admiring him spread-eagled
and helpless.  She was in control. She got to decide how fast or slow
the sex went. She could touch him any way she wanted, and all he
could possibly do was watch. Mulder was strong, his body muscular,
his intelligence formidable, his passion almost frightening. Now this
strong man waited nervously to see what she would do to him. Her gaze
smoldered and burned into his flesh, making him squirm. His whole
body flushed under her intense regard.

It was clear he was not enjoying himself yet. Have to do something
about that, Scully thought devilishly. Mulder liked to talk during
sex, dirty talk. He hadn't said anything really kinky yet, but his
voice at those times was so gravelly and deep, it made her orgasms
even more intense. I wonder if I can do that to him, I know he likes
my voice. 

She sat up sinuously.  Mulder watched, as fascinated as if she were
a cobra. She slid her hands over her body, pausing to stroke her
nipples with her fingertips. His eyes widened. "I love the way you
touch me Mulder. You know my body so well. I love your hands,"
leaning forward to quickly kiss them before continuing "so strong,
rough even, but never painful to my soft skin."

Oh, he was clearly getting interested now. Scully gleefully
continued. "When you touch me, I feel so good," she slipped one hand
down her belly to brush her pubic bone. Mulder's eyes followed her
course. He couldn't seem to decide which hand to look at, the one
touching her sex, or the one still playing with her plump breasts. 
"I lose my mind when we make love, can't even remember my own name!"
Scully was gasping now, her own hand's imitation of Mulder's touch
driving her crazy.

The man before her was clearly viewing the Eighth Wonder of his
world. His eyes nearly bulged out of his head, sweat sheaned on his
brow. When she slipped two fingers into her delicious body, his jaw
dropped. Speaking was definitely difficult, but she managed. "I want
to make you feel the same helpless pleasure I feel when you sex me so
good!"

Mulder made a choking sound. "Scully, untie me damn it and let me
finish this!"

"Oh no I don't think so Mulder!" she laughed. Her trick had worked.
His cock was swollen and pulsing, ready for her to enjoy it any way
she pleased.

"I figured something out about our height difference. Would you like
to hear my theory Mulder?" He nodded frantically. Let her dominate
him, it was better than he would have expected. She leaned close and
he clenched his jaw at the heady smell of her. She was aroused for
him and he had barely touched her!

"It's perfect for a 69." Did he hear her right? Must have, because
she was swinging her perfect ass his way and settling herself over
his groin.  He moaned aloud at the combination of her tongue eagerly
tracing him and her vulva spread open in his face. He wished his
hands were free to touch her. Still, he knew how well his mouth could
pleasure her, so he devoted himself eagerly to the task she had set
for him.

He moaned into her clitoris with every stroke of her mouth. This was
too much. He pulled away and demanded, "Scully untie me NOW damn it
all! I want like hell to make love to you!"


Scully was so close she almost hurt with anticipation. She lifted
herself away from him reluctantly and reached for another piece of
silk.

"I want to blindfold you OK Mulder?" He tensed as she tied the scarf
around his head, and let his breath out slowly. Scully got off the
bed, and Mulder panicked. No way, no how could he handle this new
twist. What game was she playing? Torture him with her oral skills,
than leave him like this? He strained to hear her. Nothing. She
probably went to get whips and chains and a video camera, an evil
voice whispered in his inner ear.

"No! No, Scully please!" what was the damm safe-word, he wondered
frantically, "honeybee, honeybee, honeybee!"

At the first sound of the safe-word, she pulled the blindfold off
and tore at the scarves to release him. She wrapped her arms around
him so he could bury his face in her neck. He was trembling
violently. She whispered soothingly over and over. "It's OK Mulder,
you're OK, you're safe."

Mulder drew his head back and spoke. "I'm sorry Scully I know you
asked me to it's your fantasy but I just can't do it!"

Scully smiled reassuringly and smoothed his hair. After a while he
spoke again.

"Why do you want me tied up?"

"You know how much I like to be in control. The thought of a
powerful man like you submitting to me is ..well, mouth-watering."


They began kissing again, not passionately like before, but
tenderly, sweetly. Finally Mulder took a deep breath. "Why don't we
try again? But this time don't blindfold me," he added quickly.

"Are you sure?" Scully asked with a familiar wrinkle in her brow.

"I trust you Scully," he answered in a low voice. He still looked
scared.

She secured him to the bed once again. This time she straddled his
lap and looked into his eyes for long moments. She stroked his chest,
enjoying the feel of his soft skin and rippling muscles. She smiled
mischievously.


"Are you ticklish Mulder?" she asked, lightly brushing her
fingertips over his armpits. Agonized laughter burst from him and she
stopped. "Yes Scully, very" he answered.

She did it a few more times, then reached for a long, soft feather
she'd been saving for this. Starting at his collarbone, she brushed
the feather lightly over his chest, pausing to tickle his nipples
before sweeping lower. The feather traveled down his stomach to dip
into his navel. Avoiding his swelling cock, she stroked the feather
over his hips and thighs.

"Where do you want it!" she questioned.

"Wha .what?"

"Where do you want the feather? Where do you want my mouth?"

He swallowed convulsively. "On my nipples."  She did not know yet
how sensitive they were. 

Immediately she stroked the feather where he wanted it. He gasped as
she concentrated her efforts there. The feather danced and stroked.
Scully bent her head and licked the nipple not being tickled. Back
and forth she went until Mulder was moaning helplessly. His fingers
flexed uselessly.

Scully moved the feather lower. She circled his erection, then
dragged the feather up the length of it. Mulder cried out. "Oh! Oh
God Dana!" His cock was so sensitized by her earlier ministrations
that the damn thing felt like heaven.

She moved the feather faster over him, her breathing very ragged.
Suddenly she flung it aside and mounted him. She gripped his steely
length and slid herself onto him.

Mulder watched the incredible sight of Scully riding him. Her eyes
were wild, her hair curled around her face, her breasts bobbed
enticingly. Her cries of delight were making him insane. He thrust up
into her as hard as he could, wanting to make her scream. She pounded
down on him, then slid back up again and again. Very soon, she was
quaking
and shuddering in his lap. "Fox! Love you, oh god, oh god! Yeeees!"
Her orgasm started in her vagina and spread outward. It raced up her 
belly to tingle at her nipples, down her arms to her fingertips,
flowed 
down her thighs and made her toes curl. Through the haze of pleasure,
Scully was aware of Mulder whimpering, "So good, feels so good!"

She opened her eyes to see him hanging on by a thread. His teeth
were clenched, his face taut and strained with the urgency of his	
need. She began to ride him again and he immediately demanded,
"Harder,
harder please!"

Scully shifted her thighs until her feet were planted flat on either
side of his hips. She shoved him back against the headboard and thus
anchored, began to ride him fast and roughly.

"God! Yes!...yes that's it! Oh yeah, yeah, yeah!"

Mulder tucked his chin into his chest, closed his eyes, and shouted
over and over as spasms of pleasure shook his whole body. He was left
gasping as liitle shocks rippled through his body. She collapsed onto 
his chest. Mulder lay panting and trying to collect himself. At last 
he found his voice. "Untie me. It's my turn now."