From: aclaybor@busprod.com Subject: Sweet Torture 1/1 Date sent: Tue, 12 Aug 97 21:43:38 PDT Title: Sweet Torture Author: dominatriX ;) Rating: NC-17!!!!!!!!!!!! Classification: SRH Keywords: Mulder/Scully Summary: A bet between partners gets out of control. Disclaimer: Of course they aren't mine, you silly people. CC would rather be buried alive than see his beloved agents do *this*...good thing *we* have overly active imaginations!! >;} and now on with the show! Have fun! ;) Sweet Torture by DominatriX Scully was a mess. She was edgy, nervous, shaky, tense, and frustrated. Mulder was a bastard. That was all there was to it. It had all started last week while Mulder was reading Penthouse Forum. For some reason, he had felt the need to share one of the letters with her. She was cursing the day he had felt that need. It seemed a woman had entered into a friendly little game with one of her male co-workers. The rules? If she asked him for sex she lost. Sounds simple enough, you say? Here is where the fun part comes in. The man got to do anything and everything he could to *get* her to ask for sex. And apparently he was winning, because her letter was asking how she could resist his sexual banter and seduction. She had laughed at the woman's letter. It would be easy to win such a game, she thought. It *should* have remained a thought, but Dana Scully was never that cautious. No, she made the mistake of *saying* it to Mulder. And he jumped on it. Like a predator pouncing on his prey. "You think you could resist my efforts?" he asked with a sly grin on his face. "I have so far, Mulder, what would be any different?" she scoffed. "Oh, but until now, you have only seen the friendly bantering Mulder. You have yet to see Seduction Mulder." "Oh, and is there a Pushover Barbie to go with that?" she asked sarcastically. "Does it come with candles, a Johnny Mathis CD and a box of condoms?" "Are you telling me that you could win a game like this? That there isn't a *chance* you might actually cave in and beg me for it??" Mulder asked with a glint of challenge in his eye. One that Scully missed. Or she would not have said what she said next. "No chance in hell," she replied flatly. Her fate was sealed. "It's a bet." Mulder said flatly. "WHAT???" Scully squawked incredulously. "I said it's a bet. You say there is no chance in hell you would lose, so you have nothing to lose, right?" he said calmly. Mild panic went through her at the look in Mulder's eye. "Yes, but.." "But nothing. You say it is impossible to lose, I am going to find out if you are as good as you say you are. I can do anything I can to get you to break. And you can't say a word for two weeks. Loser writes the field reports for 6 months." That was an offer she couldn't refuse. How stupid could she have been? He was right, she *had* never seen Seduction Mulder in action. She was in hell. The best hell she could have ever imagined. She had to admit, the man was good at what he did. Damn good. Cold shower every night good. Electrical device good. She hated the bastard. It started when he walked in the office the next morning in a black turtle neck and tight black jeans. And his glasses. ::shudder:: His ass looked absolutely yummy in those jeans. And he knew it. He bent over in front of her every opportunity he had. And wiggled. He ate his sunflower seeds with his mouth half open so she could see his tongue working to open the seed and suck out the succulent meat before spitting out the useless shell. Her thoughts kept wondering what else his tongue was good at. She let out a whimper that was barely audible. "What was what, Scully?" Mulder asked with a grin. Bastard. Fucking bastard. You will pay. This kept up for a week. And he kept adding things, like touching her more, brushing up against her breasts "accidently" and wearing this aftershave that drove her insane. And leaving just a hint of stubble on his face, giving him a raw look, making her think of how that stubble would feel on certain sensitive areas. He kept looking at her like she was the main course to a starving man. He would lean into her to whisper right into her ear when he talked to her in close proximity. And he would blow in it ever so subtly. He would lick his lips when he looked at her, and his eyes would roam her body in an obvious perusal, looking for the world like he was undressing her. He would call her at night and tell her what he wanted to do to her before she went to sleep. That was the worst. The phone would ring and she would answer it, hearing one of his videos in the background. Then he would narrate in detail what they were doing, only putting them in the main characters' places. This was hell. But she agreed that anything went. She could not tell him to stop, and she had to endure it all or she lost. She had one more week to go. But tonight, she came so damn close to losing. He called her on the phone, and instead of narrating one his porn movies to her in first person, he was telling her what he was doing to himself while thinking of her. He was doing it. She could hear him. His moans, his cries. When he came he yelled her name, and she almost screamed at him to get his ass over there so they could finish it. But she didn't. Her cheek was a raw bloody mess from biting it, but she didn't cave. Drastic measures would have to be taken if she was going to win this. She was going to have to go on the offensive. Make *him* beg for it. It was the only way. The rules said nothing about her not being able to do that. She smiled in anticipation.... ------------------------------------------------ Scully waited for Mulder the next day. She was prepared. He came in looking as scrumptious as ever, and smiled a dazzling smile her direction. Her heart skipped a beat, and her knees weakened at the sight. She had to act now. She got up from her chair and walked over to where he stood, getting things situated for his day at work. He stopped to watch her work her way towards him. She had turned on the sex appeal full throttle. The walk, the look, the attitude. She then made her way to the trash can, tossing a piece of paper at it, deliberately missing. He watched her as she bent down to get it, and she smiled at his intake of breath. She knew the view he had. Her shirt fell away from her chest to reveal her cleavage encased in a wonderbra that pushed her up, giving him a full view of her fullness. She straightened up in time to see him swallow hard. Good, Dana. Reel the fucking bastard in. He is yours. Mulder sat down at his desk and turned his computer on, seemingly ignoring what he had just seen. She knew different. She walked around to his side of the desk, and hopped up to sit on the edge of it. Her skirt was just a little too short today, and it rode up exposing a nice chunk of thigh right under his nose. He noticed. "So, what is on the agenda for today, Partner?" she asked. "Uh, um, what?" Mulder asked, obviously in some distress. "What monster of the week are we getting in bed with today?" Yes, she knew she was evil. "In bed with? Um, no one, I mean, none. Just paperwork today." Mulder stammered. She deliberately drew her hand up her thigh to raise her skirt even higher up, giving him the slightest glimpse of the edge of her thigh high and the garter that was attached to it. His eyes followed her hand every millimeter of the way. He suddenly thrust some files on her hands and muttered for her to go type them up before he turned his chair around so as not to face her anymore. She had the feeling he was expecting her to give in today after last night. He was wrong. He was SOOOOO wrong. Sexual power was intoxicating, and she was enjoying the chase. At this point she knew it was inevitable that they *would* consummate this little game. They had come too far not to. But, before that happened, she intended to have as much fun as possible. She moved over to her area and began to enter the files into the computer. Seeing him watching her out of the corner of his eye, she reached down into her desk drawer and drew out a sucker that she had bought for this occasion. There was no mistaking this phallic symbol. It was one of those tootie frootie carnival suckers that was shaped like a tall spire, with different colors swirled around it. She unwrapped it noisily, so that he had no choice but to look to see what she was doing. She began by licking the length from bottom to top in slow, sweeping strokes. She then swirled her tongue around the top, relishing the sweet, fruity flavor of the treat. She continued licking it up and down until the ridges on the outside of the sucker were nearly flat. Only then did she draw the sucker into her mouth, sucking hard, her cheeks indented from the effort. She slowly moved the sucker in and out of her mouth, burying it up to the stick in her mouth, then slowly pulling it out. She continued typing with one hand while continually performing this action. From the corner of her eye she could see that Mulder had given up all pretense of work, openly staring at her while she performed for him. She sucked on the sweet until it was a thin straw, and then bit into it. Mulder then let out a strangled moan, muttering that he had to do something and would be back later as he ran out the door. She smiled at the closed door. God she loved being a woman. This was going to be even more fun than she thought. --------------------------- Mulder paced in the bathroom. He had almost lost control back there. The little devil had decided to fight back. It wasn't against the rules, so he couldn't say anything. But for her to act on the offensive like this must mean that she was acting in desperation. It must mean that she was really close to giving in. He guessed his little performance for her last night had nearly done the trick. He had expected her to pounce on him after what he did for her on the telephone. She took him completely by surprise, thus affecting him more. He was not surprised anymore. Now that he had his composure back and knew what her game was, he could strike back. The goal was to get her to ask him to make love to her, and he would not fall short of that goal. They both wanted it too much, no matter what Scully might like to think. They would be together, and he intended on having no field reports to write for the next six months. He would have to increase his efforts. Mental games were over. Let the physical games begin! He smiled as he left the bathroom. He *almost* felt sorry for her. ----------------- Scully looked up as he entered the office again pretending to be engrossed in a report as he came over to where she sat. She felt him sit on the edge of her desk, leaning down to look over her shoulder. His voice in her ear caused her to start a bit. "My my, aren't we desperate." He breathed in her ear. Scully willed herself to breathe normally in spite of his proximity. The smell of his aftershave permeated her senses, making her a little lightheaded and the feel of his breath on her neck gave her little goose bumps. "I have no idea to what you are referring, Agent Mulder." She said calmly. "Oh really?" he asked. "I think you know *exactly* what I mean." With that he leaned down and placed a light kiss just below the back of her ear, and then paused to see her reaction. He wasn't disappointed. The shiver ran through her before she could suppress it. She hadn't expected him to do it. She closed her eyes as she felt him move in again, this time applying the slightest bit of suction to the sensitive spot. She emitted a moan before she had time to think about not reacting, and in response he nipped her earlobe before standing up and moving over to his desk. She sat there with her eyes closed for a full ten minutes, just willing her body back under control. When her heart rate had gone down a bit she felt safe to look at him again. The bastard was working. She tried to control the rush of anger that ran through her at his nonchalant attitude. <> a little voice said, <> She knew she did, but it still rankled that he could affect her that way. She decided to move on to attack plan number two. "Mulder, I was wondering, there is this restaurant that I wanted to go to, and I have reservations for two...I was wondering if you would like to come with me," She purred. "Well, yes Scully, I *always* want to come with you, but I wouldn't mind going with you to the restaurant as well." He said with a mischievous grin. It took her a full minute to process his highly suggestive remark. Heat flooded through her, and she felt the uncomfortable wetness invade her as she thought about his words. She tried to pull herself together before speaking. "That you well may, Mulder, but it will be a cold day in hell before I ask you to." With that, she packed up her briefcase and headed for the door. "Seven o'clock. My place, Be there." And she left. ------------------------------ Mulder sat across from Scully in the restaurant, looking her over her about the 500th time. The dress she had chosen to wear must have been purchased in the Seduction section of the department store, if there was such a thing. It was cut to South America in the front AND the back, seemingly defying the laws of physics and gravity by staying up at all. Her eyes were deeper blue this evening, most likely because the dress she wore was royal blue silk. And he knew that she couldn't be wearing a bra with that dress. It was tearing him up. He had some seducing to do, and as the orchestra began to play and people began to dance, he knew how he was going to do it. "May I have this dance, Agent Scully?" He asked gallantly, offering his hand to her. Getting exactly what she wanted, she placed her hand in his. He was playing right into her hands. They moved to the dance floor, and Mulder pulled her against him. They began to sway the haunting melody that was playing. Mulder pulled her a bit closer, so that they nested against each other, with full contact from top to bottom. He tucked her head under his chin, and they moved to the music. He began to stroke her back as they moved, causing her to act on her plans before he overwhelmed her. She began to kiss his neck lightly, pausing to suck on his adam's apple ever so lightly. She heard his intake of breath, and felt it when he pulled her more tightly against him. It was her turn to inhale then as she felt him against her. He liked this ALOT. She moved her head around beside his and took his earlobe in her mouth, sucking on it and enjoying his taste. She enjoyed his reaction so much more. She felt him grow harder against her, giving her an adrenaline rush of power and growing desire. It was amazing to have power over this man. She smiled against his neck. Mulder knew he was in trouble, but decided to use it to his benefit. He pulled her even closer against him, rubbing against her in sway to the music, simulating another more ancient rhythm. It was subtle enough not be noticed by others around them, but bold enough for her to be affected by it. He felt her pulse quicken and saw her pupils dilate. He could think of nothing better than to throw her on the floor and make mad, passionate love to her right there, but he had a game to win, so he continued his onslaught, and she began responding to his rhythm unconsciously. He looked at her face and pulled her close in a searing kiss. He applied pressure to her mouth until she opened up for him, and then his tongue swept inside tasted her and wrapping around her tongue, causing the most illicit sensations in her. All Scully *could* think at that moment is that Fox Mulder sure knew how to kiss. And that agreeing to this game was the *stupidest* thing she had ever done. Or the smartest. Mulder heard the whimpering noises Scully was emitting in the back of her throat and decided that this had to stop now before they got arrested. He pulled away from her to notice that they were already the center of attention. He smiled in apology to the onlookers. "Sorry, folks, you know how newlyweds can be." He led Scully off of the dance floor and out of the restaurant. She didn't, *couldn't* protest as he helped her into the car. "I think I better take you home, that was too close back there." Mulder replied desperately. Scully nodded silently, appalled at her behavior in a very public place. They sat in silence until they arrived at Scully's apartment. They spoke at the same time. "Mulder..." "Scully..." "Let me go first, Scully. I think we should call this whole bet off. It is getting too serious. We could have been arrested tonight if that had continued another five minutes." Mulder spoke very seriously. "Mulder," Scully replied looking him in the eye, "You win. Shut up and come upstairs." ----------------------- Mulder actually had the decency to hesitate. His ::ahem::, hormones were saying <>, but his logic stopped to confirm her request. He looked at her seriously. "According to the rules, the game is over, Scully. All you had to do was *ask* and I won. We don't actually *have* to do this." He wanted to give her every out he could, so he knew this was what she wanted. "Like hell we don't. Get out of this car, and come to my apartment NOW before my neighbors get a show in this car, Mulder." Scully was dead serious. She wanted him. That was all he needed to know. They made it to the door, and her shaking hands dropped the key before she could unlock it. Mulder bent down to pick up the key, and a naughty thought came to him. As he was bent down he leaned over and kissed her ankle, taking one hand and holding her calf in place. He heard a sound come from the back of her throat, which spurred him on. He moved up above her ankle, kissing his way up her leg, past her knee, and up her thigh. He stopped just 3 inches shy of the juncture of her legs. He then stood up, and calmly unlocked the door, while Scully stood in the hallway with her eyes closed, breathing erratically. Mulder pulled through the door and shut it behind her, and pulled her against him in a rough kiss. The kiss intensified, as Mulder assaulted her senses with his tongue. "Mulder..." Scully gasped. He knew that she was worked into a frenzy already. This past week had been stressful on them both. He backed her up against the door, as he kissed his way down her neck. Scully wrapped her legs around his waist to hold him close to her, while she reciprocated his actions. She began to unbutton his shirt, becoming impatient and ripping it open sending buttons flying in all direction. "That was Armani, you know," he said with a smile into her shoulder. "Who gives a damn," Scully gasped, "it was in my way. I want to *feel* you." She slid the shirt off his shoulders, while he began to work on her dress. Exasperated, she stopped his efforts. "Mulder, NOW. Forget the damn dress." Mulder chuckled and raised his head to look in her eyes. His breathing stopped at the wild look he found there. This was a new side of Scully, and he liked it immensely. Dipping into her to explore her mouth once again, his hand worked its way up her thigh under her skirt. When he encountered the end of her garter he stopped, pausing to catch his breath from the kiss and the realization that she was wearing the garter that she had teased him with earlier. Scully urged him on. "Mulder, NOW means NOW" She locked her legs tighter around him, bringing him closer to her to settle against her. He reached up further under her skirt to discover that she wasn't wearing any underwear either. With that realization, his desire intensified beyond control as her slipped his fingers into her heat. Scully moaned into his mouth as he probed her moist center, teasing in just the right spots to elicit a response from her. He then slid two fingers inside her, feeling her muscles contract around them. A low growl came from her throat as she began to move against his hand. He withdrew his fingers quickly, wanting them to find completion together this first time. Scully reached down and opened his zipper, pulling his boxers down over his erection. She guided him to her heat, then grabbed his face and drew him in for a scorching kiss, leaving her eyes open to look at him. He responded in kind, and they looked in each others eyes as he imbedded himself into her. Scully thought she had died and gone to heaven. The feel of Mulder inside her was more intense than anything she had ever felt, and looking him in the eye only made it better. Through their eyes, they communicated without words as he began moving in and out of her. She matched his rhythm, pulling him deeper inside of her with her legs at every thrust. Feeling her nearing the edge, he reached down between them and applied just enough pressure to coax her into the abyss. She screamed her release, and her spasms drug Mulder over the edge with her. They stood, still joined, leaning against the door, both coming down slowly from the ecstasy they shared. Mulder panted, "My god, Scully, that was..." "A religious experience..." She finished with a sigh. "So, Scully, was it worth writing our field reports for six months? I bet ole' Beelzebub is shivering in his Jockeys about now." Mulder teased. "Shut up, Mulder. Don't ruin the moment." Scully scolded him. She paused, and then began to kiss his neck again. "Your damn right it was. This was one bet I am happy to lose...and I bet he wears boxers..." Mulder, sensing her readiness for a reprise, laughed. "Aaah. The *insatiable* Dr. Scully. I don't think that little Mulder is ready for you quite so soon, but I have other ways of making you beg." Scully smiled, "Then, by all means, make me." "You could be the death of me, Scully," Mulder replied as he carried her into her bedroom. "Or you me. You loved torturing me." She countered. "Death by *this* kind of torture? What a way to go, Scully, what a way to go...." The End FEEDBACK FEEDBACK FEEDBACK!!! Please?? ::whimper:: Hit reply? Pretty please??