Disclaimer: Skinner, Scully and Mulder belong to Chris Carter, 1013 Productions and the Fox Network. No infringement is intended. Rating: NC-17 Category: SR - Skinnerotica - Scully/Skinner Content Warning: Explicit sex, bondage and domination Feedback: glacy1@ix.netcom.com Don't make me beg. Summary: Skinner teaches Scully a hard lesson about control, and the joy that comes from losing it. Acknowledgements: I want to thank everyone who beta read this story, but especially Maria Centrale, Sally Bradstreet, Kristine Thomas and Margie Maggiulli. They were extraordinary. This is a better story because of them. Surrender by Selena Coontz --Unleash your sexuality on me "Sexuality" --k d lang "I....can't....do....it," Scully said, each word punctuated by a thrust of Skinner's cock. "Yes....you....can," Skinner answered. "I can't!" "Dammit," Skinner muttered softly as he withdrew and rolled onto his back. With a sigh he gathered Scully into his arms. "I'm sorry," Scully said. "You didn't have to stop." Skinner looked at her, piercing her with his gaze. His cock still hard, bobbing against his belly. "I've been patient. You said you needed time. I've given you that." "I know. It's not you." Scully turned toward him, reaching out with her hand and caressing his chest. Then her hand began inching lower. "No." Skinner grabbed her hand before she reached his cock. "Not this time." "Walter...." "No. We both come or we stop now." "But...." "No." He pulled her closer against him. "I'm sor--" He touched his finger to her lips, silencing her. His eyes burned intently into hers. "Talk to me. What is it? No more 'I need some time' excuses. I want to know what the real problem is." Scully looked at him and knew that this time, he would be satisfied with nothing less than the truth. But baring her soul was almost impossible for her. "I..." she dropped her eyes to stare at a spot on his chest. Taking a deep breath she continued, "I have a difficult time letting go. Relinquishing control." "You think too much." "Maybe." She raised her eyes back to his. "But I don't know how to turn my brain off." Skinner held her closely. "Let me think on that awhile," he said softly. "We'll figure something out. Tonight, I just want to hold you," he said as he stroked her hair. Scully snuggled even closer in his arms, knowing he was sincere in desiring her pleasure to equal his. That was a big part of his attraction. He saw her as a sexual being, and that was something that had been missing in her life for a long, long time. She had always pushed herself to achieve, to excel, to be perfect. Perfect daughter, perfect FBI agent, perfect partner. But none of those things left room for her sexual nature. So it had been suppressed and ignored. Denied. Kept under control. And she had done a good job, too. Her sexuality buried so deeply, that even now when she had found someone to share that intimate bond with, she was unable to let go. "You don't think I'm hopeless?" she whispered. "Dana, of course not. Don't even think such a thing," Skinner growled. A temporary setback is all. We'll be OK." Friday Afternoon Dana Scully sat in the basement office running the events of the previous night through her mind when the phone rang. "Scully," she answered. "Hi." The low, sexy voice of her lover caused a warm rush of delight to wash over her. "I've been thinking about our problem. You said you have a hard time letting go. Relinquishing control. So tonight I'm going to take away all of your choice, all of your control." Scully froze at his erotic words, blushing furiously, her eyes darting frantically to Mulder's chair, as if he could hear Skinner's voice himself. Subconsciously, she hunched over the phone, her voice almost inaudible. "What do you mean?" "Exactly what I said," he said gruffly. "I will take all responsibility for everthing that happens. You will have no control over anything." "Oh...." A little shiver of desire coursed through Scully at his bold words. "In fact, we should start now." His words slowed and took on the tone of command. "When you get home take a nice, relaxing bath. Use some of that bath oil that smells so good. What is it? Sandalwood?" "Yes," Scully breathed. "And I want you to rub your hands slowly all over your body. Tease yourself. Imagine they're my hands." Skinner's voice was so low and husky that Scully knew he was becoming as aroused as she was. "But don't you dare bring yourself off. I'll know if you have," he warned. "No....I won't." Scully had to get off the phone before Mulder noticed something was going on. "My place. 7 o'clock." "Yes," she whispered. His brash promise had left her very aroused. He had hit on the basis of all of her fantasies. It was all she could do to keep from rhythmically rocking on her chair. She wanted to pull on her nipples, anything to relieve the precious ache deep inside of her. "Earth to Scully," Mulder said waving his hand in front of her face. Her eyes focused on him. Scully prayed fervently that Mulder would be oblivious to her burning cheeks. "Sorry. "What did you say?" "I just asked if you were about ready to knock off for the day. We're not getting much accomplished anyway." "Sure. I have something to do tonight." "Ooo, is it anything I'd enjoy?" Mulder asked. Scully had a mental picture of a naked Mulder on his knees, hands tied, forced to do Skinner's bidding. She cleared her throat, "Umm, not to my knowledge Mulder, but you never know." She smiled slightly. "Oh, gonna curl up with the latest Pathology Journal, eh?" "Yeah, you got me. I can't keep any secrets from you." Scully's Apartment Scully laid back in the tub enjoying the soft sensuous feel of the warm, sandalwood scented water. Skinner's instructions kept replaying in her mind as she ran her hands over her body. Her oil-slicked fingers slid easily over her sensitive skin and her body hummed with the pleasure of it. His words had awakened her desire with a ferocity that flustered her. While honest enough with herself to admit she yearned to lose control, her fear of that happening also made her stomach churn. How could she feel such an attraction for something that left her so disconcerted? On one hand, she wanted nothing more than to yield to the wonderful sensations that buffeted her body when she thought of truly submitting to him. But on the other hand her self-consciousness stifled her reactions, putting butterflies in her stomach and fear in her heart. Skinner was everything she wanted in a man -- handsome, strong, loyal, possessing a keen sense of right and wrong -- and she knew her inability to achieve orgasm with him hurt him. So far, he had done things her way. He had gone slow, he had been patient, he had been understanding. But no more. So much -- too much, was riding on tonight. She had to make him understand that it wasn't his fault. But what if he made good on his promise? Another stab of desire sliced from her breasts to her core. If any man could tear down her walls, it was Walter Skinner. But she knew it wouldn't be easy for him. The walls had been up too long. She ached for his success even as she thought up excuses to guarantee his failure. You're some piece of work Dana Scully, she thought to herself. Skinner's Apartment "Right on time," Skinner said as he took Scully's jacket from her. He pulled her into a tight embrace and his lips descended onto hers. Giving her no option but to respond her mouth opened to his immediately, surrendering to his kiss. His tongue plunged deeply into her mouth, exploring and tantalizing. Scully felt her knees grow weak and she broke the contact, breathless. Skinner gazed into her eyes. "Dinner will be ready shortly. I made spaghetti and a salad." Scully nodded, unable to do more as she feasted on Skinner with her eyes. He looked wonderful tonight dressed in black, all dark and dangerous. He had gone all out with his apartment, too. She noticed through the subdued lighting that he had a dozen red roses in a vase on his coffee table and a tablecloth and candles, as yet unlit, on his small, round dinette. "But we need to talk first." He took her hand, looking intently into her eyes. "I'm going to ask you something and I want you to consider your answer carefully. If you agree, there will be no backing out. Understood?" Scully nodded. "Yes," she said quietly. "You will do everything I want tonight. You will obey every command." "I've been thinking about this ever since you called and I'm so afraid," she admitted. "I want this to work, but I'm afraid it won't. And I'm so afraid I'll lose you. That my...problem will ruin everything." "You're not going to lose me no matter what," he promised. He hugged her to him. You won't regret this...." She hugged him back fiercely, her heart thudding in her chest. Scared, but excited too. She loved him and trusted him, but her desire and self-consciousness were at war within her. Using all the self-control she possessed she asked softly, "So what's the game plan?" "You will obey immediately and without question regardless of your own fears or embarrassment or suffer the consequences." He stopped for a moment and watched her face. "We'll have a safeword for if it becomes too much. Say...Sergei. That's my middle name. Say it and we will stop immediately. Do you agree? Think about it before you answer. If you say no, we'll eat dinner and I won't bring it up again. If you say yes, I will be in control of everything that happens and there will be no turning back." Scully's mouth felt dry as dust as wetness gushed between her legs. "So what's it going to be?" Heaven help me, she thought. "Yes," she said softly. "What?" "I said yes," she raised her eyes to Skinner's. "I just want you to know that I reach the point where I see myself losing control and I shut down," she continued. "If...this doesn't work it's not your fault." "You don't need to worry. You've already lost control." He pulled away and circled her, his eyes taking in everything. She stood, both nervously fearing and eagerly anticipating what would happen next. "We're going to eat dinner, but I want you topless. Take off your blouse." "You want me to eat without my blouse on?" "Do it, Dana. Now." His eyes burned steadily into hers, his will almost palpable. Scully opened her mouth to object, but at the look in his eyes she began to slowly unbutton her blouse. "Faster." Nervously Scully fumbled with the buttons on her top. She hadn't expected this...this exhibitionism while eating. What had she gotten herself into? Shaky fingers finally released the last button and she pulled her blouse loose from her waistband. Skinner eyed her appreciatively as her blouse fell open. "Take it off." Scully pulled the blouse from her shoulders, revealing an ordinary white bra underneath. "I don't have anything real sexy," she said apologetically. "You don't need it," he assured her, his voice soft but full of promise. She drew the blouse from her arms and tossed it on the back of the couch, unable to meet his gaze. Nerves and the cool air raised goosebumps on her flesh. She stood stiffly, fighting the urge to cross her arms in front of her chest so Skinner wouldn't notice her hardened nipples straining to be touched beneath her bra. "Now, the bra." "Walter, I don't want to eat with no bra on." "Take it off," he barked closing the distance between them. Towering over her he growled, "I warned you there would be consequences for disobedience. I won't warn you again." A stab of desire raced through her with his threat. Consequences, consequences, consequences, the word reverberated in Scully's mind. She reached behind her and freed the hooks holding the bra together. The straps fell from her shoulders as she reached up and pulled it off of her breasts. She tossed it to join her blouse on the couch, and this time she couldn't resist crossing her arms over her chest. "Put your arms down and let me look at you." Skinner's intense gaze and the cool air combined to pucker her nipples into tight buds. Embarrassment washed over her, flushing her skin to a rosy glow. She closed her eyes, unable to watch him watching her. "Stand up straight and open your eyes." Skinner approached until he was no more than a foot away and Scully steeled herself for his touch. But it didn't come. Instead he stood, examining her closely. "You're beautiful," he said and took her hand. "Now, let's go eat." They walked to his table and he pulled out a chair for Scully to sit and then lit the candles. "Be right back," he said and walked into his kitchen to retrieve the food. Returning with the meal he settled into a chair opposite Scully. Skinner filled Scully's plate, then his own. While Scully was very uncomfortable by her state of undress, Skinner seemed unconcerned. He dove into his dinner with enthusiasm. "Eat. Spaghetti is my speciality." Scully took a tentative bite of her salad. She was very aware that she was sitting at the table topless while Skinner was still clothed. Skinner was obviously enjoying both the spaghetti and the view. His eyes focused on her breasts unashamedly. "This is great. We may have to do this all of the time." "Walter...." "Eat some of the spaghetti." Scully didn't think her stomach could stand much of anything but gamely twirled some strands of spaghetti on her fork. Raising it to her mouth a glob of spaghetti sauce fell on her breast. She dropped her fork back onto her plate and grabbed for her napkin. But Skinner was quicker. "No," he said as he grabbed her hand. "Allow me." He held both her hand and her gaze captive as he rose and walked around the table. He pushed her chair back a bit and knelt before her. Scully watched, transfixed, as he gently cradled her breast in his hands and leaned in and licked at the offending spot. He lapped lightly at the edges of it for a moment before licking most of it away with one long stroke. Leaning back a little he looked at her. "Oops, I missed a spot." He rubbed his tongue all over her breast, then dipped his head to reach the tip. Scully was unable to stifle the gasp that escaped her lips when his tongue swirled over her nipple. "There. All cleaned up." He picked up a napkin and and carefully dried her off, then sat back down in his chair and began eating again. Scully watched, her breath still ragged, trying to regain her equilibrium. "I'm not hungry," she said. Between nerves and arousal, food was the furthest thing from her mind. "Ah, ready to get on with it," he said enjoying her discomfiture. "See, my plan is already working." "Walter, this isn't funny." "No, it's not," he said, rising. He took her hand to bring her to her feet and pulled her close. He reached out and touched her other breast, caressing the side. His fingers and thumb pulled lightly on her nipple before his hand fell away. Skinner sat back down. "Take off your shoes and then I want you to take off your pants." "This isn't working." She didn't want to be naked while he was still clothed. She had to think of something to stop this. "Get them off. Now," his voice low and menacing. But Scully was never one to back down from a challenge. "Or what?" As soon as the words left her lips she regretted them. Skinner gave her a tight smile. "I see. I've been too easy on you. Take off your shoes," he said, his eyes dark with implied threat. She knew she had pushed him too far. The blaze in his eyes told her that. But she didn't yet know how far he would really go in this game. Desire warred with nervousness and her breath caught in her throat as she obeyed him warily. She yearned to experience his 'consequences' but didn't dare push any further. Skinner watched her reaction and his voice was slightly mocking as he spoke, "You're not in charge now, Dana. You just don't realize that yet. You think you're just going along with me, that I haven't yet made you do anything you didn't really want to do. Made you feel anything you didn't want to feel." Scully's chin came up slightly, an unconscious verification of his analysis. "Take off your pants." Scully unbuttoned them, then slowly lowered the zipper. As she reached back up to the waistband to lower them Skinner interrupted. "Turn around." Oh God, he wanted to look at her ass. She turned, trying to rein in her body's reaction. As she began to lower them Skinner added another condition. "Bend from your waist. Don't bend your knees." Embarrassment and desire washed over her in equal measures. He was treating her like a slave, like someone with no say in what happened, and she was mortified by how much it thrilled her. Doing as he instructed she lowered her pants to the floor and stepped out of them. "Now, the panties the same way." Shame filled her. Not only would he be getting a close-up view of her ass, but when she pulled her panties down he would see how wet they were. What kind of person was she to be turned on by this? She was a liberated woman. Wasn't she? With trembling fingers she began to tug the panties down, trying not to think of what she must look like to Skinner. But it was impossible. In her mind's eye she could see all too well what he was seeing. Her tissues, red and engorged, slick with her body's juices. The puckered skin surrounding her anus. Another stab of desire pierced her center. When she reached her feet and stepped out of them Skinner spoke. "Don't move," he said huskily. He stood and walked up behind her. "Spread you legs." Scully tried not to gasp as she did as he said, the cool air doing nothing to chill her overheated flesh. He reached his hand between her legs, testing her wetness. It came back slick with the evidence of her arousal. He raised his hand to his nose and sniffed. "Mmmm," he growled. "Stand up and turn around." She did. Her face was flushed with heat as she looked into his eyes. She watched, rapt, as he stuck his fingers in his mouth to lick her essence from them and couldn't stifle the small moan that escaped her lips. Her body felt deliciously alive. Her skin was hot and she craved his touch. She reached out to touch Skinner's erection which was tenting his trousers. He trapped her wrist in his hand, effortlessly immobilizing it. "No. I'm calling the shots. Put your shoes back on and come here." Scully was unable to suppress a small groan over her disappointment. She was very aware that Skinner was staring at her as she put her heels back on. He seemed to be enjoying the way they changed the contours of her calf muscles and the way they changed her stance, forcing her ass out in back and thrusting her breasts forward. She watched as he sat down on the couch. "Come here." She walked to him and he held his arms out, indicating she should climb in his lap and straddle him. "Tell me how you feel." "Embarrassed." "There's no reason for you to be embarrassed. This is as big of a turn-on for me as it is for you." "Really? You don't think there's something wrong with me for wanting to be taken? To have no control over what happens?" "Not at all. It's probably the most common fantasy around. What else?" Scully struggled to come up with something that would satisfy his curiosity without revealing how well his plan was really working. "Hot." "What else?" Unable to withstand his intense scrutiny, Scully looked down at their legs. "Look at me," he commanded. "What else?" His eyes locked on hers. "Uhhhh..." His hand slid between her legs and rubbed over her clit. "Turned on!" the words exploded out of her. "Yes, I thought so." She leaned in to kiss him. She wanted nothing more than to rub her breasts against his chest, to rub herself against his cock. "No, you're not ready for that yet." "Yes, I am. Walter, please." "No. I'll know when you're ready and you can't fake it." He spread his own thighs forcing her legs further apart, then pushed down on her waist making her sit with her bottom just dangling in the air between his legs. She felt so open, so exposed. All of her body available to his touch. He lifted his hand to her cheek, caressing her face before before dragging his thumb over her beautiful full lips. "You are so lovely, so beautiful, especially like this," he said with a groan. He lowered his head to her breasts once again, her erect nipples stood so beautifully at attention they seemed to be just begging for his mouth. He suckled one as he lightly rolled the other between his fingers. Scully moaned and thrust her hips forward, unable to stop her body's instinctive reaction to such stimuli. He sat back against the couch. "Give me your wrists." Silently, nibbling nervously on her lower lip, Scully extended her arms. Skinner reached beside him and pulled out a scarf he had hidden behind a throw pillow before she arrived. Her eyes widened as the realization struck. "You're going to tie me up?" "I told you I would be in total control and there would be consequences for disobedience. I want you completely at my mercy. All of your body at my disposal to use as I wish." "Oh my God...." Continued in Part 2 Surrender - Part 2 by Selena Coontz - glacy1@ix.netcom.com Disclaimer in Part 1 --Strap me down from wrist to heel I wait to meet my love made real "Birthday" --Suzanne Vega Her eyes widened as the realization struck. "You're going to tie me up?" "I told you I would be in total control and there would be consequences for disobedience. I want you completely at my mercy. All of your body at my disposal to use as I wish." "Oh my God...." A new wave of arousal surged through Scully, warming her skin to a rosy glow and making her weak. Oh God, oh God, oh God played over and over in her mind as Skinner held her wrists in front of her and tied them together snugly. Not so tight as to be painful, but enough so that she couldn't free herself. Her thighs became moist with juice from her slick, wet slit as her body reacted to her predicament. Skinner's eyes raked over her and Scully knew what he was seeing. She was naked, her nipples almost painfully erect in their eagerness to be touched. Suckled. Anything. And she was straddling a still fully-clothed Walter Skinner. Her wrists were bound. And she was going to experience some of his consequences and oh God, oh God, oh God, she really was losing control and why didn't he do something. Her chest heaved. If she could just breathe! "Walter," her voice caught on his name as she struggled to speak. "Touch me. Please touch me." "Oh, I intend to touch you. Stand up," he ordered. Holding her elbows he helped Scully to her feet, then stood up himself. Pulling her into his arms, he tilted her face up to his and gazed intently into her eyes. "You like this." "No...," she whispered. "Yes." He lowered his mouth to hers, immediately demanding entrance. He stroked his tongue over hers for a moment and then backed out, capturing her lower lip and sucking it into his mouth. He tickled her lip with the tip of his tongue. Releasing her lip, he dragged his mouth to her ear. "You like this," he rasped. "No...." her voice was strangled, almost pleading. Skinner plunged his tongue into her ear and a tortured cry escaped her. Her bound hands clutched at him ineffectually. "Please." "Please, what?" he asked as his mouth nibbled down to her neck. "Please," was all she managed to get out. "Come on," he said roughly, his voice betraying his own arousal. He led her into his bedroom and Scully's breath caught in her throat at the sight of the items arrayed on his bedside table. She raised shocked blue eyes to his amused brown ones. "I went shopping," he said simply. Scully's eyes were wide and her breath shallow. Her mind took in the various items and she flashed on what was yet to be for her defenseless body. Skinner approached her again and kissed her thoroughly, his hands roaming over her back and bottom as he squeezed her ass cheeks and pulled her against his erection. She moaned into his mouth as he pushed against her. Skinner broke off the kiss. "Unzip me," he ordered. Finally! Scully thought as she eagerly unbuttoned his slacks. Although her wrists were bound, she had little trouble catching the tab in her fingers. She slowly lowered the zipper, thrilling to the feel of his rock-hard erection against the back of her knuckles. Skinner grasped the bottom of his black pullover and tugged it off over his head as Scully snaked her hand into his open trousers, feeling his erection and then cupping his balls. He caught her wrists. "No." Taking a step toward the bed he pulled the covers back. "Lie down." Scully did as ordered, then let her eyes wander over Skinner's magnificient body as he toed off his shoes and stepped out of his slacks. She watched the muscles in his chest ripple with the small effort and wondered again at how beautifully male he was. He looked good in his starched white shirts, but what lay underneath took her breath away. He was wearing a pair of boxer briefs whose tight fit accentuated, rather than hid his maleness. Scully's gaze moved up from his muscled thighs encased in the white fabric to his rounded balls to his gloriously erect penis and she couldn't suppress her sigh of anticipation. He pulled his socks off and tossed them aside. "Get in the middle of the bed." Scully obediently scooted over, but her eyes never left his as he watched. He sat down on the bed next to her. "Show me how to touch you. Show me how you pleasure yourself." "No! I can't do that." "Yes." His eyes glittered with implacable resolve. "Not with you watching me," Scully pleaded. "Then you won't know I'm watching you," Skinner said as he reached over and picked up another scarf. He covered her eyes. "Oh..." This was becoming too much. But she was so aroused, she didn't want to lose this wonderful feeling. "Lift your head." His voice rumbled in her ear. Scully didn't dare disobey. She raised her head a bit and he quickly fastened the scarf behind it. "Now, show me how you touch yourself." She was so mortified. She had told Skinner that she masturbated only occasionally, when the need for release became overpowering. She hadn't expected the subject to come up again. And now he was demanding that she do it in front of him. "I...can't," she said haltingly. "Yes." He pushed her legs apart. "Do it," he growled. She shook her head back and forth trying to avoid his command. He leaned over her. "You can't see me," he said softly. "I'm not here. You're all alone." He captured her bound hands and raised them to his mouth, licking and sucking on her fingers. The intensity of her emotions and her inability to use one of her senses was a potent combination. Scully thought she would go crazy. The sensation of his tongue running softly over her fingers was incredibly erotic. Being unable to see, she was totally focused on what she felt. When he took her middle finger into his mouth and sucked on it for a moment she gasped. He gently raked his teeth lightly over the digit as he pulled it from his mouth and placed her hands between her legs. "Show me. You need to do this." His voice whispered seductively in her ear. "You're aroused and must find relief. You have to touch yourself or you'll go crazy." Scully was so caught up in the fantasy that she didn't realize until she penetrated herself that she had pushed her middle finger, the finger Skinner had laved such attention on, into her opening. She pushed it in and out for a moment before raising her hand and slowly moving it in circles over her clit. Skinner watched in silence for a moment before saying, "I see. Just...like...that." She began to tremble, her breathing rapid and shallow. She was becoming lost in the sensation. Skinner covered her bound hands with his and circled with her for a moment before moving her hands away. Scully whimpered at the loss of contact and brought her legs back together. "Raise your hands," he ordered. She held them up, offering them to him. He pulled her bound wrists above her head. Scully felt him close one side of his handcuffs around the fabric between her wrists and then heard the sound of the other side closing around one of the posts on his headboard. She pulled on her bindings. Scully had never felt so keenly aware of her body in her life. She rubbed her feet and ankles together restlessly and squirmed, knowing he was watching. "You like this." "No." But she knew he knew better. She really was at his mercy, helpless to escape his touch, his gaze, and she had never felt so aroused in her life. Her breath came in shallow gasps. "I should spank you for lying to me." "No!" she blurted as a shudder of pleasure wracked her body. Her face burned in embarrassment at her reaction to his threat. Skinner leaned over, getting close to her face. "Don't worry. We'll save that for another time," he said huskily. Then he dropped his mouth to hers. The kiss began gently enough, but they were both too aroused for it to stay that way. Soon their mouths were fully opened to each other as they both sought to express their ardor through their kiss. As Skinner's tongue thrust into her mouth once more Scully groaned the frustration she felt in her lower body. She raised her knees, keeping her feet flat on the bed. He stretched out beside her. "You're mine," he growled as he lowered his mouth to her breast, nipping at the hardened peak. "Yes," Scully whimpered as a current of desire raced from her breast to her groin and her knees fell apart helplessly, arousal overwhelming her usual shyness. His hands pushed her breasts together as his mouth moved back and forth lavishing attention on both nipples. He nipped and licked until her back arched with pleasure, shoving her breasts harder against his face. "Walter...." she cried. She pulled against her bonds, testing them. They held fast and her heartbeat quickened. She really was under his control. "I think we should start getting serious," Skinner said as he began licking his way down her stomach. "Not that!" Realizing his intention, Scully brought her knees back together. She had always been so self-conscious about this, her embarrassment overshadowing the pleasure she received. They had tried it a couple of times without success and she thought she had convinced him she didn't like it. "Yes!" he said as he forced her legs back apart, wedging his body between them. He lowered his face and... ..nothing. Scully thought she would go mad. He was just looking at her, and why didn't he do something and she really was going to say that safeword and... "Ohhh!" she choked out when she felt his tongue part her lower lips. Her body jerked in reaction, pushing her against his mouth. "MMMmmmm," he praised her response and slowly entered her with his tongue. In and out, in and out, in and out. Withdrawing, he licked his way back up until he was circling her clit lazily using the flat of his tongue. Oh God! That's it! She thrust against the exquisite contact. It felt so good, but she shouldn't be doing this, but it felt so good and she couldn't get away so she squirmed and struggled, but she was tied up, and she couldn't use her arms, and he was holding her legs apart, oh God! he was holding her legs apart and not paying any attention to the fact that she didn't want to be doing this, and, oh! his tongue went round and round and it felt so good, and she really was out of control, and her body arched into his mouth on its own, and oh God, she really was going to come, she couldn't help it, and she thrust against his mouth, and he kept licking and circling, and then finally, he used just the tiniest bit more pressure, and oh God, this was it, she was going to come, and... she screamed and bucked wildly against him, but he held on and kept circling and circling, and the contractions kept coming, and she wondered if it was actually possible to die of pleasure because she had never felt an orgasm so intense in her life, and it went on and on, and ah..ah..it was finally slowing down, and Skinner was slowing down his circling, and then another little wave hit her and she ground against him hard again, and then she stopped, shuddering and breathless, her chest still heaving from the exertion. I did it, thought Scully with astonishment. Oh my God, I really did it! Relief washed over her followed by embarrassment at what it had taken to get her there. "Oh, yeah." Skinner lifted his head and smiled. "I knew you could do it." He sounded so pleased that Scully forgot her chagrin. He crawled up her body and captured her mouth with his, letting her taste herself on his lips and tongue. Scully sucked on his tongue ardently. Her passion, now awakened so thoroughly, was completely unabated. Her body still thrummed with desire. She moaned into his mouth and pressed against him with her hips, his penis tantalizingly close. He rocked against her, teasing, tormenting, but refusing to enter her. She broke the kiss, pleading. "Walter." "Patience, Dana," he whispered in her ear before nipping at her earlobe. "We're nowhere near finished." She groaned loudly in response, arching her back, desiring every kind of contact with his body that she could manage. She rubbed her breasts against his chest and wrapped her legs around his, holding him against her. "More," she breathed. "I need more." He traced the whorls of her ear with his tongue while his fingers became entangled with the beautiful red tresses splayed out before him. Scully was moaning continuously now, her breath ragged, her heart beating rapidly in her chest. "Please...I need more..." "Turn over," he ordered. "What?" "Turn over." He pulled up on her hip to help her flip over. "Get up on your knees." Scully struggled to comply, the limited use of her arms and her embarrassment making it difficult. Skinner lifted on her hips, helping her up, then pushed on her knees spreading her further. Oh God, she was so open. He could see everything from this exposed position. It was worse than when she was standing up. His face was right there! How could she still be this aroused when she had just had the most intense orgasm of her life? Skinner reached out and picked up a bottle of massage oil, pouring a bit in his hand and then spreading it on her bottom. His strong hands felt so good as he kneaded the muscles and his fingers got oh-so-close to where she really wanted them. His thumbs worked magic as they limbered her up and relaxed her, but did nothing to satisfy her constant ache of desire. "MMMmmmm, that feels so good, but I need more." "Something like this?" he asked as he slid his fingers between her legs and rubbed her clit. "Yes!" she exclaimed as she jerked in response. "Or perhaps something more like this?" he said as he pushed into her with two fingers and slowly began working them in and out. "Oh, yes! Like that!" She rocked against his hand. She felt the mattress shift as Skinner reached with his other hand over to the nightstand, but she was too swept up in sensation at the moment to worry about what he was doing. Then she felt something. He was squeezing lubricant over her anus. "No, don't!" she yelped. "Relax," he said as he spread the lubricant around the tight bud. "I'm not going to hurt you." He pushed gently against her, his fingertip just entering her. "That's not so bad, is it?" She moaned in answer, her hips gyrating at the incredible sensation of being penetrated in both openings. Oh, God! It felt so good she couldn't stop herself from responding. Then suddenly, both of his hands were gone. "Don't stop!" she begged. "I'm not going to stop," he promised. She heard a soft buzzing an instant before she felt it against her ass. Remembering the things she had seen on the nightstand she realized what it was. "A vibrator?" He gently eased it into her and her hips surged back against it. "Oh God, Walter! That feels so good!" Skinner held the vibrator in place with his left hand and brought his right hand back to her clit. "Yes!" she cried as she rocked back and forth, lost in sensation. Unbelievably, it got even better as Skinner pushed his thumb into her while continuing to rub her sensitive nub with his fingers. Still blindfolded, she fucked his hand, oblivious to everything except the burgeoning need for release. His fingers moved faster, pressed harder. He could feel her swollen clit get even more engorged. "Yeah, that's it," he urged her on, somehow managing to keep the vibrator in place. Scully felt her climax racing toward her. "Oh God, I'm gonna come!" she shrieked as she bucked wildly against his hand. "Yes! That's it! Come for me, Dana. I want to watch you come." That did it. She soared over the edge. Her body clutched at his thumb, the spasms all the more noticeable because of the smallness of his thumb compared to what she craved. She rode the waves of ecstasy for what felt like an eternity, her cries filling the room. Finally - slowly, the spasms abated and Skinner removed his hand and the vibrator. Scully was breathless, unable to move. He reached his arm under her thighs and straightened her legs, allowing her to lie flat on the bed. He poured more oil in his hands and massaged her trembling thigh muscles before kissing his way up her back to her ear. "Turn over." He pulled the blindfold from her eyes. "This time, you see everything. This time, we come together." Scully blinked as her eyes adjusted to the soft candlelight. "Yes," she whispered. She looked at Skinner. He had taken off his glasses at some point after blindfolding her and his eyes were filled with love. Her gaze wandered down his seemingly golden-hued skin, an effect of the candlelit room and settled on his enormous erection. Her eyes widened at the sight. "Yes," she repeated. He watched her look at him. "This is what you do to me," he said as he slid his hand back and forth once over his engorged flesh. "And that's what I want to do to you." "Yes," she answered as his lips came down to meet hers. They kissed each other hungrily, tongues thrusting and parrying as Skinner held her head steady against him. Finally breaking for air, he dropped his lips to her neck and sucked gently so as not to leave marks. Scully pulled against her bindings once more, frustrated by her inability to hold him, but delighted by the freedom she had gained by losing control. His mouth moved down to her breasts once again and he circled her areola before targeting her nipple. She groaned loudly, the emptiness between her legs aching to be filled. Each nip and lick and pinch and tug on her breasts caused an answering pang of desire in her center. She spread her legs a little wider and brought her knees up, hugging him between them. She began to rock against him, unable to stop the physical evidence of her desire for him. Her desire to have his beautiful cock inside of her, not pushing against her thigh. "Please, Walter, I want you. Put it in me." "I intend to," he responded, "but I'm not quite through with you yet." He began licking his way down her abdomen, stopping on the way to dip his tongue into her belly button. His hot tongue only reminded her of what she really wanted to enter her. And where. "Please," she whimpered. Skinner's response was to keep heading down, his lips, fingers and tongue leaving fire wherever he touched her. Reaching his destination, he further separated her labia with his thumbs, exposing her red, engorged clitoris to his eyes. He hadn't even touched her yet, but she writhed before him, unable to keep her hips still. Scully was almost beyond words, reduced to the basic female biological need to be filled. She was so wet, so hot. Skinner caught her thighs, lifting her a bit and held her legs up and apart. "Ohhhhhhh," she cried as he pushed his tongue into her ass and began working it in and out, in and out, in-and-out-in-and-out! Oh, God! This was too much! She tried to move against him, but had no leverage. "Please!" "Please what?" Skinner asked as he began moving his mouth upward. "Aahhhh," Scully was down to inarticulate moans as he once again found her clit. She jerked against him, willing to do anything, say anything to ease the longing inside of her. She thrashed around, completely out of control. "Fuck me!" she screamed. "Put your cock in me and fuck me!" Skinner raised up on his knees to oblige her. She was a picture of wanton lust, her arousal evident all over her body. Her breath was ragged, her chest heaving, and her nipples were contracted into tight buds. Her skin was flushed and warm, her lubricating juices were virtually dripping from her and the scent of her arousal filled the room. Skinner positioned himself at her entrance, his eyes locked onto hers. Even though she was slick with juice, she had clamped down so hard in her previous orgasms that she was very tight. He pushed into her slowly, stretching her. Her eyes widened with pleasure as he filled her. "Yes!" she cried. "Oh God, yes!" Skinner pulled back and thrust into her harder. "Yesyesyes!" He began pumping into her, slowly at first, but then with increasing speed. She met him thrust for thrust, in perfect counterpoint. "You like this," Skinner said, watching her face. "Yes!" Scully screamed, honest at last. She saw warmth and love in Skinner's eyes and knew he understood the faith and trust she had placed in him. Knew that he treasured her and the precious gift of her trust. And she reveled in the joy and pleasure she had found in his arms and wanted to reach that peak once more. This time with him to join her. "Make me come again. But this time I want us to come together." Skinner growled, but this time it was an indication of his own intense arousal as he began thrusting into her even harder. He reached back and caught her legs, bringing them up and resting them on his shoulders. This allowed even deeper contact and they groaned their pleasure in unison. Skinner leaned over her so her knees were pushed almost back to her chest and drove into her, harder and faster. Each slap of his body against hers stimulated her more. Higher and higher, closer and closer, her entire being was focused on one thing. Her body edged toward the precipice with each thrust. She was moaning continuously and suddenly it was upon her. She screamed his name as her body clamped down on his cock, convulsing around him. And that did it for Skinner. He roared with his release and Scully knew there was nothing she wouldn't do to hear him do that again. And again. And again. He pumped furiously into her for a minute and then they both began slowing down. Spent, exhausted, sated and happy. Skinner pulled her legs off of his shoulders so she could rest them on the bed. "That was incredible," he said as he moved to kiss her. "I'll say," she said as she tightened her muscles to give his diminishing cock a little squeeze. "MMMmmmm," he groaned. "Wow." He looked at her and smiled. He gave her another kiss before pulling out of her and rolling to her side. He picked up his handcuff key and opened the cuffs allowing her to bring her arms down to her chest. He untied the scarf and rubbed her arms gently. She threw her arms around his neck and pulled him to her, kissing him passionately. Breaking the kiss, she looked in his eyes. "Thank you." Shaking his head, he said, "No. Thank you for trusting me." Scully snuggled up on his chest, with her head on his shoulder. "I like this...." she whispered with a smile. End Whew, I'm exhausted! I hope it was good for you too.