INTRO: This is a follow-up story to Make Me, although it's not necessary to have read that one to follow this one. It's rated NC-17 and contains some mild bondage and domination. DISCLAIMER: Mulder and Scully are the property of Chris Carter, 1013 Productions and the Fox Network. I merely took them out for a day of fun in the country. FEEDBACK: Comments, both pro and con, appreciated. CREDITS: I must thank Shalimar, CiCi and Kemuri for their excellent suggestions and proofreading abilities. This is a much better story because of them. Title: Make Me, Too Author: Selena Coontz Email Address: glacy1@ix.netcom.com Spoiler Warning: None Rating: NC-17 Content Warning: Mild bondage and domination Classificaton: S, MSR Summary: Scully pays Mulder back for tying her up in Make Me. Make Me, Too by Selena Coontz "C'mon abuse me more I like it" --Abuse Me by Silverchair "Mulder, I have a great idea." Dana Scully walked through the door adjoining their two motel rooms. "How would you like a weekend in the country?" It was Friday morning and they had just wrapped up a case in Wichita Falls, Texas. They didn't have to be back in DC until Monday. "That sounds great. What's the deal?" Mulder asked. "I have an old friend from college whose father owns some land about 50 miles from here. I came out here with her a few times when she made trips home. There's a cabin, cows and horses, and stock ponds full of fish. Her father says we're welcome to go stay all weekend and we'll have the place to ourselves." -------------------------------------------------------------- Mulder looked over the rugged landscape as they pulled up to the gate. About half of the land had been cleared for grazing, but the rest was covered in post oaks, elms, and mesquite trees. Two huge hills dominated the northern third of the acreage, decorated with some of the biggest rocks Mulder had ever seen. "Watch out for rattlesnakes," Scully warned as they drove up the path to the cabin. "Rattlesnakes! Great. Are we sure we want to do this?" "Trust me, Mulder. You're going to enjoy this." The rustic cabin was painted barn red. The front porch ran the length of it, complete with ceiling fan and porch swing. Three ceiling fans hung inside. The interior was done in a country blue. There was a living area with a couch and a couple of rocking chairs and a wood-burning stove in the corner. The sleeping quarters contained two kingsize beds and an antique dresser and chest-of-drawers. After they got settled in, Mulder stretched out on one of the beds and patted a spot beside him. "C'mon in," he said as he grinned, "the water's fine." "Not now," Scully answered. "We're going on a hike." "Scully, we have this cabin all to ourselves. There's a kingsize bed and no rattlesnakes. What more could you want?" "Mulder, I didn't come way out here to stay cooped up in the cabin all weekend, even with you." She tossed him his hightops. "Lace up and let's go." -------------------------------------------------------------- "Why are you bringing that backpack?" Mulder asked as they headed out toward the hills. "Always be prepared, Mulder. Weren't you ever a Boy Scout?" "Can't say that I was," he answered. "But here, let me carry that." He reached out to take the backpack from Scully. "Nope. I've got it. You just enjoy the view." "Well, then, get in front of me." "You're impossible," Scully groaned, but did step ahead of him to lead the way across the increasingly rugged terrain. The wide path they were on had narrowed to a single-file cow trail heading toward the water. The area had experienced a mild winter and an unusually wet spring so the wildflowers were in abundance. "Look," said Scully pointing. "There's bluebonnets and Indian paintbrush and Black-eyed Susans." "Red-headed Dana," Mulder contributed. Scully ignored him. "Mulder, look at that," she cried as one of the ponds came into view. "Lily pads!" "Ribbit. Do you want to kiss a frog, Scully? Looking for your prince?" "I've been kissing a frog for several months now. Still waiting for the prince." "Ah!" Mulder exclaimed clutching his chest. "Right to the heart. You wound me, mon capitaine." "I'm *going* to wound you if you don't hush. Look around you. You don't seen country like this around DC." "No, but you still have to watch where you step to avoid the shit," Mulder deadpanned as he stepped over a cow pattie. Scully graced him with a rare snort of laughter. "There is that," she agreed. They crossed the dam and another pond came into view. It was huge, with a dock built out over the water and two metal lawn chairs lashed to it. Perfect for fishing. "Ooo, I think I see where we're going. Do you have some fishing rods broken down in that backpack?" "Nope, and that's not where we're headed. At least not right now." Scully turned off the cow trail to an area between the dam and the pond. They ambled over some rocks and ducked under tree limbs as they made their way between the edge of the pond and the dam. "This looks like the place," Scully announced as they entered an area protected from view on all sides. Not that there was anyone to see them. The road was on the other side of one of the big hills and the closest neighbor was nearly a mile away. Scully dropped down on a good "sittin'" rock and pulled the backpack off her shoulders. The day was beautiful. Sunny and warm, but not too hot. They were in a little valley, with hills surrounding them on three sides. From her vantage point Scully could look off across the pond or else enjoy the rugged look of the land's natural state. "Take a load off," she said, motioning for him to sit down. She unzipped the backpack and began rummaging around in it. Mulder's eyes crinkled from the sunlight glinting through the trees. "Whatcha got in there?" "You'll know soon enough. Do you remember last month when I came home and found that note sticking out of my front door frame?" "Yeaahhh," Mulder answered slowly. "It's payback time," Scully said, a slow grin spreading across her face. Mulder's eyes widened slightly as the implication of her words sunk in. How could he ever forget that night? He had left work early and bought matching outfits for the two of them. Scully's consisted of a shelf bra, garter belt, and shoes; his was simply a pair of bikini briefs. He had left written instructions telling her to change into the clothes he had bought and then to watch the tape in the VCR. It had been a home-made movie of them making love on a previous occasion. By the time he'd come into the room Scully was already soaking wet. He had gone on to tie her up and.... Scully's voice interrupted his memory of that night. "You chose my attire. You issued me orders. You tied me up. You exposed me.... Now it's your turn." "Here?" "Here. I've always wanted you outside. Naked and tied up and at my mercy." "But...." But in reality he had no objection. The idea of being tied up and Scully having her way with him was extremely arousing. "No buts. Stand up and turn around." Mulder was lost. This was a fantasy come true. "Hands behind your back." He could hear Scully pulling things from the backpack and tried to identify them. He heard the soft clink of chains or handcuffs. He groaned, his mind whirling at the direction their hike had taken. His penis was already rock hard and straining against his jeans. He turned his head slightly, his eyes darting to the side to see what she was up to. "Eyes front!" Scully ordered. "Am I going to have to blindfold you?" "No, ma'am," Mulder whispered. God, how he loved it when she took over -- obedience being his only responsibility. When Scully was in control he was free. He was able to lose himself to sensation, to the fantasy world where he was freed from responsibility and guilt. Nothing that happened here could be his fault because he wasn't in control. Scully watched him as he trembled slightly under the force of both his obedience and his erection. God, how she loved him. He wasn't perfect by any stretch of the imagination. He was selfish and self-absorbed and impulsive, but he had survived so much to still have a sense of humor and his sanity. He had been through more in his 30-something years than most people would have to endure if they lived to be 100. "Take off your shirt." Mulder unclasped his hands and drew the T-shirt over his head. Scully watched in appreciation as his ribs and muscles became prominent, then diminished as the T-shirt was hauled upward. God, his back was beautiful. She couldn't wait to touch him. To run her hands all over his body. He stood, grasping the T-shirt in one hand, awaiting her next command. She walked up close behind him, reached around and took the T-shirt from his fingers. "Very good," she whispered. Mulder was unsure if her remark was a response to his obedience or a comment on his body. To Scully it was both. "Keep your eyes forward and walk over to that oak tree." Mulder's heart thudded in his chest, but it was a good thudding, an anticipatory thudding. He thanked any and all deities who were listening for bringing Dana Scully into his life. He didn't deserve her and he knew it. That she had put her trust in him so fully never ceased to amaze him. She had stood by him when everyone else thought he was crazy. She had taken heat for him. And she had lied for him, because she trusted him to do the right thing even when she didn't know what he was up to. And she trusted him with her body and her passion. Those who made jokes about the Ice Queen had no idea. Dana Scully was the most passionate, giving, exciting lover he had ever dreamed of finding. She held nothing back, giving and receiving pleasure with equal joy. And he was about to be on the receiving end of her giving. He groaned. "Are you expecting something good, Agent Mulder?" "Yes, ma'am. I sure am." "Then you had better behave and do exactly what I tell you to do." He heard more rustling noises behind him, but didn't dare try to sneak a peek. If and when the time finally came when she was in front of him he wanted to be able to see. He needed to see. Watching her -- someone whose judgment he trusted -- make love to him, validated him. He heard her come up close behind him. Reaching around, she handed him a pair of ankle cuffs. She had chosen them because of the length of the chain between the two cuffs, which meant she could cuff his arms above his head, but still have some "play." His arms would be secured, but apart and bent at the elbow, rather than held straight up. "Put that on your wrist and throw the chain over that limb. Right there," said Scully, indicating a spot on it about four feet out from the trunk, "between those two smaller branches." He did. "Now cuff your other wrist." Mulder looked beautiful, arms bound above his head, naked to the waist. Scully just admired him for a moment and thought of the pleasure they were about to share. "Um, there's no rattlesnakes right here, are there?" Mulder tugged at the cuffs, realizing he was indeed, trapped. "No," Scully smiled at his nervousness. "We made enough noise walking here to scare anything away. Wild creatures know to give humans a wide berth." She closed the distance between them, still staying behind him. She ran her hands up and down his back once, then moved them to his belly. She rubbed his chest with her palms, then stopped to tease his nipples for a moment as she lightly nipped and licked at his back. Mulder's head fell back and he moaned in pleasure. Scully lowered her hands to the hardness she felt pushing against his jeans. She traced the outline of his cock from root to tip using enough pressure to excite, but not so much to hurt while he was still trapped in his jeans. She cupped his balls lightly, thinking how soft they felt compared to the hardness of his cock. She forced his legs slightly apart and ran her fingers back as far as possible caressing between his legs. "Spread your legs," she whispered in his ear. Scully continued to tantalize him with her lips and tongue on his back and shoulders as her fingers ran from his nipples to his balls. She reached for his jeans, unbuttoning them, dipping her hand into his pants, feeling the coarse hair on his belly. Getting oh-so-close to his penis, but not touching it. Not yet. Mulder yanked his arms downward, struggling against the cuffs holding his wrists. She was driving him crazy! But he remained trapped. She withdrew her hand and slowly unzipped him, being very careful. Then she caught both his jeans and shorts with her thumbs and pulled them down to just above his knees. They could go no further because of his spread legs. "Mmmm, you look good enough to eat," she said softly as she ran her hands slowly over his ass and belly. "Oh, God, Dana...." Mulder trembled beneath her hands, his cock twitching in the air. "I think I'm a bit overdressed," Scully remarked as she walked around in front of him for the first time. She slowly unbuttoned her blouse, watching Mulder watching her. He licked his lips in anticipation, devouring her with his eyes. Finally, the last button was undone and the blouse fell open. She pulled it from her shoulders and dropped it. Oh, this was fun. She wanted him crazy with desire, just as he made her crazy. And she was crazy right now. She wanted him in every way possible for a woman to take a man. Mulder saw Scully's eyes darken with arousal and decided she was trying to kill him. His own eyes dropped to her chest. There was nothing special about the bra she was wearing. In fact, it was a rather plain white bra. But by its ordinariness, it became extraordinary in their current setting. He wanted to rip it off of her. He wanted to bury his face between her breasts. He wanted to plunge his hardness into her softness. He wanted to howl at the moon. He pulled at the cuffs once more, hands twining in the chain connecting them, holding a slim hope of breaking free. But he remained helpless, bound to the tree and at her mercy. She progressed at the speed she wanted. Little did Mulder realize the self-restraint Scully was using. She wanted nothing more than to tear off her clothes, unbind him and climb on. But she wanted both of them to savor the moment even more. She wanted to stretch it out. She wanted him frantic. She reached around, unclasped her bra and pulled it off, dropping it to the ground by the blouse. The air on her nipples felt wonderful, and they hardened in response. Mulder's sharp intake of breath told her that her actions and her body's reaction were having the desired effect. "Dana," he groaned. He was so glad he wasn't blindfolded, even if the sight of a topless Dana Scully was driving him mad. She smiled slightly at his frustration, understanding it completely. She decided to make it worse. Cupping both of her breasts, she pushed them together, running her thumbs over her nipples. "Mmmmm, that feels good. Not as good as your fingers, your mouth, but...." A wave of arousal coursed through Scully. Oh God, she was enjoying this. She was so horny. She couldn't wait to take Mulder inside of her. She pinched and tugged at her nipples until *she* couldn't stand it. Mulder watched helplessly. Wanting nothing more but for it to be his hands, his mouth, but he was unable to touch her. He moved his cuffed wrists back and forth in his frustration, fingers moving in a mimicry of touching her. Scully dropped to her knees and captured his cock between her breasts. She pushed her breasts together so they encircled him and began moving back and forth. He began thrusting and she watched in rapt attention as the head of his cock appeared and then disappeared between her breasts. "Oh God, Dana." "Don't you dare come until I give you permission," she warned. Mulder made a strangled noise she couldn't identify. She knew he couldn't take much more, but there was one more thing she had to do. Besides, the sight of him so close to her face made the temptation to take him in her mouth too much to resist. She let go of her breasts and took his cock in her hand, guiding it to her mouth. Mulder watched, breathless, as Scully licked her luscious, perfect lips. Her tongue slid out and touched him, then touched him again. She ran her lips and tongue up and down and around him, wetting him, kissing him. Finally, she took him in her mouth, taking him in as far as she could. Then pulling back a little, she circled the ridge on the head of his cock with her tongue. Then did it again. And again. Her hands weren't idle, either. One still grasped his cock. But her other hand was between his legs, cupping his balls, kneading them gently. Then she moved her hand farther back. Mulder watched as she brought her hand to her mouth and wet a finger. She put her hand back on his ass and gently pushed her finger against his anus. Barely in and out, she teased him mercilessly. Mulder moaned loudly. She knelt further down and began sucking his balls. "Had enough?" she asked. She knew she was torturing him, but with the sweetest torture it was possible to inflict on another. She wanted him beside himself. He gave of himself so freely in their lovemaking, always wanting to please her, that she wanted nothing more than to please him. She wanted this to be one of those experiences he would never forget. Something she would never forget. "Oh, yes," he croaked. "Please." "Please, what, Agent Mulder?" "Please, may I come now?" "Not yet. I told you I would tell you when." She took hold of his cock, "This is mine," she growled. "And now I'm going to take you." She quickly shed the rest of her clothes. Mulder was beyond responding. He hadn't believed he could become any more aroused, but he did. She moved against him, putting her arms around his neck and climbing on, wrapping her legs around his hips. Reaching down she grasped his cock and guided it to her opening. Pushing against him she felt him enter her, stretching her, filling her completely. Ah, this is perfect, she thought. She held herself still for a moment, just enjoying the sensation of feeling him inside of her. Mulder couldn't believe this was happening. She had mounted him, pushing his cock deep within her. And then she looked at him and gave him one of her too rare, but dazzling smiles. "That feels so good," she said softly. "Oh, yesss," Mulder managed to say. I'm home, he thought. The only place I ever want to be. And then she began slowly sliding back and forth on his cock. "Mmmmm," they groaned in unison and looked into each other's eyes again. Scully brought her lips to his for their first kiss since her seduction began. It was gentle and tender, for a moment, as they tried to convey through their lips and their bodies the intense love they felt for one another. But their bodies were far too aroused for the kiss to stay gentle for long. It deepened as each explored the other's mouth. Scully picked up the tempo down below, moving back and forth harder and more quickly and Mulder began to thrust into her in response. They broke their kiss, needing their breath, and they both looked down and watched Mulder's cock slide in and out of Scully. "Scu...." Scully knew he couldn't last much longer. Neither could she. She redoubled her efforts, pistoning her hips onto him, taking his tongue deep inside her mouth. She pulled her mouth away. "Now!" The word was given and the effect instantaneous. She clamped her internal muscles down on him just as he exploded into her. Mulder was afraid for a moment he was going to pass out, thankful the tree would hold him up if he did. But he didn't. He couldn't pass out and miss one second of one of the most intense orgasms of his life. He felt as if he could pump into Scully forever. Finally, his contractions subsided and he stood there with Scully clinging to him, both too exhausted at the moment to move. Then she raised her eyes and looked at him. "We'll have to do this again sometime," she said with a seriousness that made Mulder smile. "I'll say," he agreed as she lowered her legs to the ground. "That was incredible," Mulder panted. "I've never come so hard before. It felt like it started in my toes!" Scully smiled at him. "Good. That was the idea." She walked over and got the key to release the cuffs on his arms. Returning to him, she rubbed her hands up and down his chest. "I like you like this -- at my mercy," she said in a voice barely above a whisper. "I like being at your mercy," he admitted. Their heads jerked in unison to the side as they heard the sound of something (or someone!?) moving through the brush toward them. My God! What if it's Meredith's dad, Scully thought in a panic. He'll NEVER let us near this place again! "Unlock me!" Scully fumbled with the key, trying to insert it into the cuff to release it. In her haste, she only succeeded in dropping it. "Sculleee! Hurry up! I'm standing here naked chained to a tree, and there's a lion or a tiger or a rattlesnake coming!" "There's no lions or tigers and rattlesnakes don't make that much noise," said Scully as she grabbed the key from off the ground. But she was a little shaken too, not knowing who or what was headed their way. Suddenly, breaking through the brush, there it was. The armadillo blinked dumbly at them and continued on its way. Rooting up the ground, searching for delicacies to eat. They both laughed in relief. "What was that thing? Some Texas version of a miniature, prehistoric rhinoceros?" Mulder joked. "Yeah, but thankfully with a better temper," Scully added. She unlocked the cuffs and released his arms. Rubbing them, she restored the circulation. Mulder pulled her against his chest, hugging her fiercely. "I love you so much." She looked up at him. "I love you, too." They stood there, content simply to hold each other, the warm breeze tickling their sweat-dampened skin. "That was fabulous. But, I'm glad to have my arms around you now." "Yes," Scully sighed, snuggling against his chest. And so they stayed, demons and aliens and conspiracies banished and forgotten for the moment. After awhile they began gathering their clothes. "Are you sure you don't have any fishing poles in that backpack?" Mulder asked when they finished dressing. He eyed the pond appreciatively. "Mulder," Scully rolled her eyes. "I'm going to go try out that kingsize bed." She picked the backpack up. "Are you coming with me?" Mulder grinned, "Yes, ma'am. I'm right behind you."