Title: Bondage II: The Tease Author: Soleil Compeau Summary: A chair, and Angry!Scully, soon to be melted by Mulder. It's his turn you see...... Spoilers: This is an alternate ending to "Fight Club." Why? Because I hated CC's version! Keywords: MSR of course Rating: NC17 Disclaimer: These stunt doubles have just re-enacted what Mulder and Scully do between episodes. The true characters belong to Chris Carter and 1013 Productions. No copyright infringement is intended. A brawl? I can hardly believe it myself. But sure enough, Mulder and I had exchanged a few punches while everyone around us degenerated into a slugfest. To my shame, I had to admit I had swung first. The look in his eyes and his growled, "What the hell do think you're doing?" promised retribution. Now our bruises have faded and apparently so has Mulder's memory. Things have gone on relatively normal for us. Every once in a while I see a wicked gleam in his eyes that makes me squirm. He had it this morning, and now, winding down our day, he has it again. "Coming over tonight Scully?" he asks oh so casually. Just another Friday night. "Did you clean your apartment?" I can't help ribbing him a bit. Little do I know how dearly I will pay for my impertinence later. Mulder smiles brightly, all charm. "Of course! In fact, I got a new chair I want to show you, for working on the computer." "A chair?!" "Yes. It's posture correcting. You kneel on one panel, and sit on another. The whole thing is nice and soft and padded." "Yes I've seen those before." I'm not really sure what his point is. "This is a new style," Mulder goes on excitedly. "It has an adjustable backrest." He is describing the instrument of my demise, but I don't hear the warning in his words. I look at him, exuding innocence and puppy-dog charm, and nod happily. "OK Mulder, see you about six-thirty?" "Sure. Just use your key." Later that evening I walk unsuspectingly into his home. As soon as the door closes he is on me. The keys in my hand drop to the floor as my arms are yanked behind my back. I feel cold metal and hear the click of Mulder's handcuffs. "What are you doing?" I exclaim, more in amazement than anger. When I turn around Mulder looks extremely smug and pleased with himself. "I gotcha big time partner." I sigh resignedly. "Okay Mulder, you got me. Now take these off would you?" If possible his grin got even wider. "Uh uh. I told you it's my turn now." I blush as I realize he's referring to an incident a few weeks ago. I tied Mulder to my bed with silk scarves and tortured him with a feather before having my way with him. Mulder chuckles with glee as he observes my reaction. Taking my elbow, he leads me further into his apartment. "Come on Scully. You haven't seen my new chair yet." -------------------------- I kneel her down in the ergonomically designed seat. She's glaring at me. I ask her if she's comfortable. Courteously I remind her that the backrest and kneelers are adjustable. "Come on Mulder," she says in an annoyed voice. "If you wanted to play a bondage game, all you had to do was ask!" She sounds like a petulant child. "This isn't about playing a game. This is about you making amends for striking me." I let my eyes narrow a bit, letting her know who's in control. Her gaze rakes over my body, settling on my groin. She goes very still, her eyes widen, and I let loose a feral snarl. I really like having power like this over her. Kneeling in front of her to strip off her skirt and pantyhose, I have to hold her legs to avoid being kicked. She won't make this easy for me. Once her lower half is bared, I grab the silk scarves out of my desk drawer. Quickly and efficiently I tie her ankles and knees to the chair frame. She is now bound with her legs spread open. Not pausing to admire the view even for a moment, I move behind her to remove the cuffs. Once they're off, she twists her torso suddenly and wrenches her arms. Her intention is to punch me again. I don't often flaunt my superior upper-body strength, but I do now. After a few minutes of flailing, I manage to pin her arms at her sides. I force her to look forward and lean over her shoulder, putting my mouth to her ear. "That was very naughty Scully," I growl. "If you keep defying me you'll have a lot more to apologize for." She stops struggling instantly and lets me remove her blouse and bra. When I tie her hands with more scarves, I see panic creeping across her face. It's an expression I intend to remove as soon as possible. Only now do I stand in front of her and look my fill. She is so beautiful with her skin all flushed and pink. My breathing becomes very ragged. One hand steals to the front of my pants and presses against the bulge there. ---------------------- "Bastard! Fuck off!" I spit at him. I am filled with anger at how callously he has taken over. Underneath my anger I feel a little thrum of fear. God help me, for the first time I am actually afraid of my partner. Mulder simply removes his shirt and kneels before me. He starts kissing my neck, and I can't resist him. He's not hurting me, he's making me feel sooooo good. He finds that magic spot with his mouth, where my neck and shoulder meet, and suckles softly until my nipples harden. My head falls back to give him better access. I squirm a little to brush my nipples against his soft chest hair. At that moment, Mulder pulls back. "What are you doing!" I gasp. "I want an apology Scully." "What!?" "Apologize for hitting me in that bar." "No way. Forget it Mulder!" He chuckles and reaches for my legs. Unerringly, his fingers stroke the backs of my knees. Oooooh. I love to be tickled there. Mulder's warm hands are sliding up my thighs. Just as his fingertips brush my panties, he stops again. My chest is heaving, I am sopping wet with desire, but I glare at Mulder as convincingly as I can. "I know you want more," he rasps. Aroused Mulder sounds so damm sexy! My mouth speaks without my mind's permission. "Yes I do. I want you." "Are you sorry you hit me?" The tremble in his voice reveals that he is near the end of his control. I smirk at him. "What can I say Mulder? I guess rage got the better of me!" Something dangerous flares in his eyes. He calmly shakes his head and removes the rest of his clothes. The sight of him undressing is incredibly arousing. Then he straddles my lap. His muscular, hairy thighs rub sensually along mine. His erection presses firmly against my stomach. I can smell him now as his warmth surrounds me. Is there anything more deadly and impossible to resist than Mulder in heat? Tangling his fingers in my hair, he forces me to look at him. ------------------------ Scully's lips are parted and swollen, her breath is coming in fast. Her eyes are dilated with fear and lust. I see a woman ripe with desire. I lower my mouth to hers. She cringes, expecting me to claim her roughly. Instead I kiss her tenderly, my lips so soft and light on hers that she presses into me for more. My tongue parts her lips and rolls gently against hers. The kiss is slowly intensified by both of us until we are each moaning low in our throats. Finally, finally, I lift my head and struggle to catch my breath. She can't even speak, but she shakes her head wildly. I kiss her again, not sure if she's protesting my stopping or my continuing. I kneel in front of her again and begin kissing her thighs. I move up and up slowly, dragging my lower lip along her skin, tonguing her. I bite her gently in spots. Scully is wiggling and making these delightful "uh....uh" sounds. I work my way up to her panties, to the cute little crease where her thigh joins her body. I spend a good five minutes there, just licking leisurely. I love the way she's trying to coax my tongue closer. "Mmmmmulder, uh....uh, please Mulder!" She loves it when I give her oral sex. I know she loves my mouth. I lift the edge of her panties and stick my tongue inside for a long taste. Her reaction is gratifying. "Ohhhhh God, Mulder!" I am maddened by that brief taste. I rip the lacy little garment off and bury my mouth in her delicious sweetness. Oh yes this is heaven. I lap at her eagerly, suckling nearly her entire sex into my mouth before drawing back and sucking gently on her clit. Again and again I draw my tongue along her opening, ending with a little flick at the little bud at the top. I kiss her with an open mouth and boldly thrust my tongue into her. One more time I close my lips over her small center. And then I stop. Her head is thrown back in enjoyment. She lets out a wail as she snaps her head up to look at me in bewilderment. "Tell me......you're sorry....and I'll give you.....more!" I pant harshly. "Please," she begs in a throaty voice guaranteed to drive me out of my mind. "I want it so bad!" "Tell me what I want to hear," I insist. "Tell me you're sorry you struck me and you'll never do it again." When she still hesitates, I thrust two fingers inside her. My other hand wraps around my engorged penis and strokes in time with my thrusts. "I'll fuck you nice and long and hard if you do." -------------------- Aaaaah. Mulder knows where my g-spot is and he's purposely ignoring it. His thumb hovers over my clit and refuses to touch. I snap finally, unable to take any more. I throw my head back and shout the words he wants to hear. "Mulder! I'm sorry I hit you! I love you and I'm sorrysorrysorry!" Immediately he thrusts his fingers hard into me and strokes my g-spot firmly. The heel of his hand grinds against my pubic bone, indirectly stimulating my nerve center. The results are immediate and satisfying. I keen and whimper as waves of pleasure wash over me. My body jerks in response to his ministrations and I can't see anything but white flashes. Mulder rises and jerks the scarves off my body with quick, fluid movements. He is too wild to make it to his bedroom. Fortunately his couch is right there. He tosses me onto it, and I go down on my hands and knees, offering him a position we've only tried once before. Mulder's entering thrust knocks me onto my stomach. He grabs my ankles and stuffs my lower legs between our bodies. I am now folded in half beneath him. He thrusts strongly into me while his hand comes around to slash at my clit with a forefinger. I scream as the intensity of another orgasm threatens to cut off my breathing and give me a heart attack. The combination of Mulder's penis stroking into me- at this angle and this depth- with his fingers plucking and twisting at my clit is like nothing I've ever felt. Now I understand what it means to melt. My wetness gives off a symphony of sound as Mulder struggles to relieve himself. He makes several shouting cries very similar to mine and pounds into me even harder. Mulder makes the most beautiful noises during sex. He shudders, goes completely still, and gasps out my name in a long drawn out exhalation. Then we collapse together on the cushions. We take our time recovering. I am in no hurry to get up. Mulder never crushes me, instead his weight is very comforting. Finally he stirs and raises himself onto his elbows. -------------------- "Scully?" I'm not sure what to say to her. But she is smiling as she rolls over to face me. "I really am sorry I hit you Fox," she says softly. Her small hand lightly strokes my jaw. "I would have told you that anyway." I squeeze my eyes shut. "You mean I didn't have to do this?" Her chuckles make my eyes pop open. "On the contrary. This was a lot of fun. You *did* say it was your turn, remember?" She laughs up at me as I hug her in relief. God, I love this woman...... End