From Sheryl_Martin@tvo.org Mon Oct 21 12:32:32 1996 sorry - I forgot the summary for the latest story... snicker... must have been distracted... but here it is now, for the archives... Summary: NC-17, S - Dana decides to play... sorry... take care... "Heart of a warrior; mind of a fool... soul of a romantic." - Jackie St. George "I am a brother to dragons and a companion to owls..." - The Book of Job. The Dragon, LGW #21, Eden Agent, The Troupe, Faultliner, XF Romantic, PFSCM #6, Wildebeeste Hunter, EXMC, M&S, Extreme Possibilites... ****************************************************** - sent via an evaluation copy of BulkRate (unregistered). From Sheryl_Martin@tvo.org Sun Oct 20 23:02:34 1996 All Characters copyright of TenThirteen Productions and Chris Carter. No infringement intended on any part... go ahead, take me to court... I'm using the insanity defence... heh, heh, heh... Comments, complaints and just plain talk to sheryl_martin@tvo.org Major Warning! This is most definitely a NC-17 story... or a bit stronger, if you want - it includes a bit of everything, but not enough to get me banned totally... well, maybe in a few Southern States... snicker... but you've been warned - so flames will be returned... with interest... Red and Black (NC-17) by Sheryl Martin Fox took a deep breath, feeling his chest shake with every heartbeat. Behind his closed eyes he tried every control exercise that he could remember from primary school through up to Quantico; every trick to take back command of his body. Total failure. Like that was a surprise. ********** He had started it, of course. One morning while cradling his love in his arms, he had started to think. She had noticed. "What's up?" Dana knew his mind was far from the present, from their relationship only a few months old. He started, worried that she might assume the worst - that he had already become bored with her. Like that was a possibility. "I was just remembering things..." He smiled, nuzzling the back of her neck as he curled around her; pulling the comforter closer. It was a lazy Saturday morning, and they had no plans for the entire weekend. "What type of things?" Her voice remained in the same singsong tone as his, but he knew she was quickly slipping into the interrogation mode - not that it surprised him. "I was just... ah... ideas..." Fox mumbled, burying his face in the coppery hair and placing small kisses on the soft skin. "Nuh-uh." Rolling over, she faced him. "Nice try - but I don't believe you." "Ah.." He ducked away from her gaze, dropping his eyes to her bare front. Not that there was any problem with that. "Oh. You were thinking about the movies." She knew him all too well. Even though he had given away all his porno movies when they had started dating, she still knew his thoughts better than he did. He was a doomed man, of course. "You were thinking about the movies." Dana repeated again. "Any particular part?" Her voice was now a bit more tense. "Ah..." "Tell me..." Drawing a single finger down his chest, she swirled it around one nipple and then the other, watching him draw in his breath. "Tell me..." "Ah..." He blushed, putting his head down again as he put his hand over hers. "The games..." "Ah..." She repeated. Silence. He shuddered, thinking of what she was going to say. Probably chastise him; tell him that he was a sick... "I'll work on it." He wasn't sure whether to laugh or cry. Instead he pulled her close and kissed her cheek. "Don't worry about it." ******** It had been one of their worst days; the day that everyone in the Bureau dreaded - filling out the renewal paperwork for everything from pistol permits to paper clip requisitions. And it had gotten worse when the air-conditioning had broken down; turning the basement into a sweatshop, literally. Throwing the apartment door open, he let Scully go in ahead of him; wanting to throw his head back and scream at the world. Instead he followed her in, taking his suit jacket off and loosening his tie. "I need a drink." Heading for the kitchen without hesitation, Mulder helped himself to the last bottle of beer; popping the cap off and leaving it on the counter. "Ahem." Turning, he stared at Dana. "This is still my place." He looked at the bottle, then at the redhead, then back at the bottle. "Oh... You want one too?" Taking the bottle from his hand, she looked at him sternly. "No." "Oh..." She didn't look happy with him. Good thing he still had his pistol. "You..." A finger wagged in his face. "You are being annoying." "Part of my boyish charm." Fox quipped. She stared at him. "You are being a bad boy." One end of her mouth twitched up; despite all her efforts to stay serious. He looked into her eyes and his throat closed up. Taking one edge of the loose tie, she calmly led him into the bedroom. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she looked up at the man above her. "You keep breaking the rules." "Ah, but that's what you love about me." He smiled, hands clasped behind his back as he watched her twirl the end of the tie around her fingers. Suddenly yanking it downward, Dana pressed her lips to his for a second, then released him. "Time for a little training..." She whispered. He frowned as he pulled up instinctively; letting the tie slip free from his neck to fall into her lap. Before he had a chance to ask what she was talking about, the petite woman had ducked behind him. The thin strap of fabric that had previously hung around his neck suddenly appeared over his eyes, jolting him into darkness. He tensed up instinctively, his hands lifting to pull it down. "Don't." The command was sharp and biting. He froze. "Put your hands down by your sides." He did so, trying not to laugh. His ears caught the sound of a zipper being drawn down; of clothing being discarded. "Dana..." He raised his hands again. Strong hands gripped his wrists; pressing them back to his sides. "I thought I told you to keep them down." Her tone was not unlike the harsh tone she used on new students. "I don't want to have to tie you up..." The soft whisper echoed in his head. "Yet..." Fox swallowed, suddenly unsure of himself. It was one thing to have fantasies played out on a television screen, another to actually be there. Or here, as it was. Suddenly he felt her hands at his chest, unbuttoning the shirt quietly and efficiently; her fingertips barely grazing the skin as she pulled the tail out of his pants. Pushing the shirt off his shoulders, she let it fall down to snag on his hands. "Lift your hands up." He felt the shirt disappear into nothingness; leaving his top half bare. A quick flip, and his pistol and holster were gone. The hands busied themselves on his belt, undoing the thin leather strap and flipping the single button free. Slowly drawing the zipper down, she pushed the slacks down with a slight tug. It was too much for him. Reaching out blindly, he felt the thinnest wisp of lace and silk under his fingers before something warm and furry grabbed ahold of one wrist, twisting his arm back behind him. Then the same warm embrace on the other wrist; connecting them. He pulled tentatively. Handcuffs. Had to be handcuffs. "Dana..." His heart began to pound. "Quiet." The stern voice came from behind him. "You were warned. No touching. But if that's how you have to learn to play by the rules..." The voice suddenly cut off, replaced by hands pulling his boxer shorts down to his ankles; leaving him naked. "Lift your feet." He did so, obediently letting her pull one sock off after the other; pushing away the pile of clothing. "Stand still and don't move." He waited. And waited. And waited. And just when he had started to think that maybe she had left him and this was some sort of cruel joke, he felt it. A touch. Well, more of a graze. The lightest pressure on the back of his left knee; at the softest part of the skin. He flexed, sucking in his breath. The fingertip traced a long gentle line; down to his ankle then back up to the knee; then higher still. "I think you're in need of some discipline." The soft voice came from behind him again. "I think you need to learn self-control..." The soft caress stopped at the base of his spine, drawing circles on the tender skin. Reaching down, she squeezed one cheek, then the other. "I don't think I've ever told you how much I love your butt. Especially when you walk around in jeans." He tried to laugh, but all that came out was a hoarse chuckle. "Never thought you noticed." Mistake. The hands quickly disappeared. He could hear her walking out of the bedroom, leaving him alone. He waited. And waited. And waited. "Open your mouth." He did so, grateful that he wasn't going to have to do some crazy acrobatics to get out of this one. Something cool slipped between his lips, his teeth automatically taking ahold of it. A strawberry. A fresh, ripe, juicy strawberry. He had no idea of where she had found one, but as the juices ran into his mouth from the indentations his teeth had made in the fruit, he wondered what else he didn't know about his lover. "Eat this one and I'll give you another and another until you keep quiet." The voice purred into one ear. "I don't need to hear your opinions - this is your training session, not mine." He nodded, choosing to keep the strawberry in his mouth. "Good boy. Not bad for a new Slave." The hand returned to his bottom, giving it a quick pat and a pinch. "Now, where was I..." The hand moved up to his shoulders, caressing one shoulder blade and then the other in a gentle but sensual massage. Suddenly he felt something else pressing against him. It felt like... Lace. And silk. His mind reeled. His body responded, his hands stretching out behind him to grab and hold. With a sharp yelp she jumped back, barely escaping his clutches. A light slap on his bottom, and a laugh. "You're incorrigible." He nodded, jerking his head from side to side in a vain attempt to shake the blindfold loose. His teeth tightened on the berry, threatening to bite it in half and choke him. "I see I'll have to be careful around you." The voice came from the left side now, out of reach. His fingers clenched and unclenched in their captivity. The touch came again, this time on the inside of his left thigh; just above the knee. He twitched, feeling extremely exposed. Which he was, but the fact that he was extremely aroused made it worse. He felt like a little kid being chewed out at school. "Oh, my." The fingertip drew a line up all the way up; over and around his arousal to the very tip. Swirling around in the moisture that had suddenly appeared, it disappeared to be replaced by a soft but strong grip. Holding him securely but gently, she began to stroke him up and down; bringing him up on his toes as he bucked forward to follow her hand and rock back on his heels to pull her back on him. She stopped. He whimpered, biting down on the berry. Thrusting his hips forward, he urged her on, finding only empty space where her hand was previously. "Oh, my. A bit eager, are we?" Fox nodded, bobbing his head up and down frantically. "I assume you like that." He almost dislocated his neck nodding. "Good." He waited. "Self-control. It's a good thing to learn, don't you think?" The hot whisper came in one ear, making him jerk towards her in reflex. But she wasn't there. And again he waited for a long minute, the breath coming in short pants as he shifted his weight from side to side; unable to satisfy his discomfort. Suddenly he heard the floorboards creak in front of him, and a soft sigh. Then her mouth closed around him and he was lost. Rocking forward, he moaned deep in his throat as the lips moved up and down him; the hot moisture replaced by the cool air to be replaced by the heated silkiness of her mouth and throat. And just when he thought he could take no more, swaying back and forth on his feet... She stopped. And waited. Fox whimpered loudly, chomping down hard on the berry. Yanking frantically on the cuffs, he groaned and twisted his wrists back and forth. "You'll hurt yourself." He didn't care. Twisting them back and forth, he sighed as he finally gave up and let his arms fall back behind him again. Shaking his head from side to side, he still couldn't shake the blindfold free. "Self-control, Slave. Learn it." She said quietly. A hand touched his bare chest, making him jump. Stroking the sensitised skin around one nipple, she sighed. He knew that sigh all too well. A smile came to his lips as he felt the berry juice spill out of his mouth and trickle down his chin. "But I think you've had enough..." Gently turning him around, she pushed him back one step. "The bed's behind you. Fall down." He frowned, pulling on the cuffs. "And don't hurt yourself." A light push, and he fell onto the mattress; his hands pinned underneath him. Fox felt her leaning over him; her knee between his. The silk stockings brushed against his bare skin, making him more aroused, if that were possible. A trace of lace breezed across his thighs. "You're such a good boy..." The heated whisper reached his ears at the same time as he felt her mouth close around him once more; the tongue swirling around and over the tip as she pulled him in. His hips bucked up from the bed; meeting her halfway. With a roar and a scream he came; biting through the rest of the strawberry and nearly swallowing it whole as he gasped for breath. Small dots swam before his eyes, suddenly wiped out as the bright light of the bedroom met his closed eyelids. He felt himself being rolled to one side, and the metallic clink of a lock being undone, and his hands being pulled to rest by his sides on the bed. Which was good, since he didn't have enough energy left to do anything beyond maybe breathe. Maybe. A set of arms cradled him carefully, rocking him from side to side for the few minutes it took him to recuperate. Finally finding the strength to open his eyes, he focused in on the smiling face above him. "Welcome back." Dana whispered. "Welcome back yourself." He smiled, wearily lifting a finger to brush a strand of hair away from her face. His eyes eagerly took in the lacy black bra; the black silk panties with a lace trim... and the black silk stockings. Off to the side he saw the tie and the handcuffs; covered in red fur. His heart felt like it was about to burst. She bit down on her lip. "Are... are you okay? I mean, I didn't want..." A slow blush began to spread over her skin. "You know..." "I know." Fox grinned. "And yes..." His eyes lit up. "But you forgot the most important part." Dana frowned. "What?" Rolling over, he pinned her hands to the bed, on each side of her body. "The part where the Slave thanks the Mistress properly..." "Mulder..." She gasped as he nuzzled her front, rubbing his face over her breasts. Pulling the bra down and over her nipples with only his mouth, he greedily sucked and nibbled at her; wiping the last of the berry juice from his mouth. He could tell that she was already aroused; her voice betraying her. Moving down, he gripped the waistband of the panties in his teeth and pulled them down, not wanting to let go of her wrists. With a gasp she raised her hips to help him, letting them slide down past her thighs. "Hmm..." He looked up at her flushed face, licking the berry juice from his lips. "Seems that you like being in charge..." "Well, there are benefits..." The throaty voice cut off suddenly as he lowered his mouth to her, flicking his tongue over the already moist curls. Dipping his tongue into the centre of her core, he felt her jerk up towards him instinctively, wanting more. Maybe another time he would be teaching her. But for now he was still her Slave, satisfying his Mistress after a good lesson. Stroking her back and forth with his tongue, Fox moved up to the most sensitive spot and wrapped his lips around it; sucking gently but firmly. Her hands fought against his; settling for wrapping themselves around his sore and bruised wrists as she gasped and squirmed against him. Writhing on the bed, she bit back a scream as his tongue reached out and flicked insistently over the very tip of her; sending her up and over the edge. He felt her buck up against him one last time; pushing him deeper into her core as she begged for the last echoes of the orgasm. Finally her hips fell back on the bed, her hands falling away from his. Wearily moving back up the bed, he took her in his arms; gently stroking hers with his hands until she came back. "I guess we're even now." She whispered in a tired but satisfied voice. He nodded, reaching down to pull the covers up over the two of them. " I think so." He waited until she had tucked her head under his chin, a few stray hairs ticking his nose. Just as she was about to fall off to sleep, he finished the sentence. "At least for now." *************** "You've become a world-class hopeless romantic." "Not hopeless... hopeful. A world-class hopeful romantic." Joan Wilder -- Romancing The Stone