TITLE:  Troika IV: Pushing the Limits

AUTHOR:  SubRosa

RATING:  Hard NC-17 for graphic consensual sex and 
language.

CATEGORY:  SR

KEYWORDS:  Mulder/Scully/Krycek

SPOILERS:  Nothing specific.

DISCLAIMER:  Alex Krycek, Fox Mulder and Dana Scully belong 
to Chris Carter, Ten-Thirteen Productions and 20th Century 
Fox Broadcasting, and to the actors who portray them.  They 
are being used without permission, and no profit is being 
made.

DISTRIBUTION:  *NO ARCHIVE* to ephemeral; I'll send it 
directly.  All others are welcome to it, but please let me 
know.

THANKS:  To Inya and demensys for assistance with one of 
Krycek's lines, and to adara for her insightful beta help.

FEEDBACK:  Fawned over at subrosa31@yahoo.com.

SUMMARY:  Mulder, Scully, and Krycek continue to explore 
their new relationship.

FURTHER AUTHOR'S NOTES AND WARNING:

The "Troika" series is intended as an outlet for ideas too 
wild or out of character (e.g., a Mulder/Scully/Krycek 
triangle) to put in other stories, so be warned: you're not 
going to find much by way of plot, characterization, or 
BDSM accuracy here.  What you will find is smut: 
specifically, loving, consensual, but somewhat kinky sex 
between three adults.  Please bail now if you are under 17 
or if this subject or pairing isn't your cup of tea.

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It's hard to say who's more eager for playtime tonight: 
Dana or I.  Dana's eager because she likes playtime, 
period, and I've been keeping her worked up in anticipation 
of Alex's arrival.  I'm eager because I plan to let him try 
something new, and I want to watch the show.  I'd never 
before realized what a spectator sport kink can be.

A short rap on the door of Dana's apartment announces his 
arrival.  She looks up alertly from her place on the floor 
at my feet.  Leaving her there, I walk over to the door to 
meet him as he lets himself in.  One look at his face tells 
me something is wrong.

We never mix business and pleasure; Dana needs to keep the 
two compartmentalized.  I always start the game before Alex 
arrives, and we reserve professional discussions for 
separate occasions.  Tonight's meeting was supposed to be 
for play, but Alex's face is all business as I usher him 
in.

A muscle in his jaw jumps as shuts the door.  "We need to 
talk," he informs me in a brusque undertone.

I don't bother to ask if it can wait; if it could, he 
wouldn't have brought it up in the first place.  His eyes 
flick over to Dana, and then back to me questioningly.  I 
look at her too, at her pert nipples and the damp curls 
between her legs.  She's completely in her "Pet" mindset 
now: deliciously aroused and awash in the tranquility she 
only feels in full submission.  I don't have the heart to 
pull her out unless it's absolutely 
necessary.

"Do we need to act immediately?" I mutter, matching his 
tone.

He's watching her again, his expression indefinable.  "I 
don't think so."

We've kept our voices too low for Dana to hear, but she can 
tell something is wrong.  Scully never lets pleasure 
interfere with duty, and I see her face shift as she starts 
to call herself back.  It's like watching her age before my 
eyes.

Not tonight.

"I'll fill her in later," I state for them both before 
turning directly to her and adopting my sternest tone.  
"This doesn't concern you, Pet.  Wait in the bedroom until 
I call you."

Her expression clears.  Rising, she heads toward the 
bedroom.

"No, hold on a minute."  Thinking that she might as well 
enjoy the delay, I lead her over to the coffee table where 
I'd set up the props for the evening's planned 
entertainment.  I bend her over the padded arm of the couch 
and efficiently lube up her rectum, making certain Alex has 
a good view of the proceedings.

"Could you hand me that plug?" I ask him, though it's in 
easy reach.

Walking over to join us, he lifts the object I indicated 
and studies it curiously before passing it to me.  Heavier 
than a normal buttplug, it is made of smooth metal with a 
stylized flower embossed in the flared end of the base.  
It's a work of art, really, and I love to make her show it 
off when she wears it.  Well, perhaps later.

After coating it with lubricant I insert it firmly, 
grinning to myself when she gasps as the cool metal invades 
her body.  That will keep her occupied for a while.

Aware of Alex's scrutiny, I slap her on the ass and send 
her to the other room to wait.  "You may play with 
yourself, but don't come," I warn.

She sashays off, casting a flirtatious glance back over her 
shoulder before she disappears into the bedroom.  I stare 
at the closed door, envying her right to just turn it all 
off for a while.

As I turn back to Alex, I realize he's doing the same 
thing.

Twenty minutes later, I'm seething.  Alex's news, recounted 
in a flat, expressionless voice, was that a lead we had 
followed for three months had vanished.  All the risk Alex 
had assumed infiltrating a new organization, all the time 
Scully and I had spent painstakingly piecing together 
clues--all wasted.  The only good news was that Alex 
thought that his contacts had fled because of infighting 
within their group, not because they were on to us.  That 
small comfort isn't enough to cool my rage.

I slam my chair back and pace around the room.  Alex is 
glowering at one page of the small sheaf of papers on the 
table: the sum total of the information he gathered posing 
as a freelance player in the shadow world that Scully and I 
can't enter.  The notes mean nothing to me; they're in an 
abbreviated Russian meant to delay discovery if they fall 
into the wrong hands.  The Cyrillic characters make me feel 
doubly impotent.

"Are you certain you haven't been compromised?"  I ask 
again.

He shrugs.  "Ne dumayu--"

Crushing the paper in his fist, he cuts himself off.  I 
cover my surprise; I've never heard him slip up like that 
before.

When he speaks again, his voice is level and precise.  "As 
certain as I can be.  Risk of the game, Mulder."

I'm beginning to suspect those risks are higher than he's 
let on.  "It's gotten too dangerous for you to work 
undercover.  It's time to pull you out."

He raises an eyebrow, but keeps his focus on the crumpled 
paper.  His voice remains inflectionless as he replies, 
"It's not your call."

I open my mouth to press my point, and he finally looks at 
me.  "You don't give me orders on this."

Part of my mind notes his slight stress on 'this' as I turn 
toward the bedroom.  "I'm getting Scully.  She'll agree 
with me."

"No!" he replies sharply.  I swing back to face him.

Bringing his voice under control again, he continues, 
"Nothing can be done tonight anyway.  Let her enjoy the 
evening, at least."

The resolve in his eyes makes it clear that his mind is 
made up.  Perversely angered by his determination, I wheel 
around and storm into the bedroom.

Dana is kneeling in her "at ease" position, her eyes closed 
and lips parted.  I can tell by her expression that she's 
been stimulating herself by working the plug.  She looks up 
as I enter, then straightens into an alert pose.

"Bring me the leather flogger, and be quick about it," I 
bark.

Eyes widening, she scrambles off the bed and goes to the 
closet where our equipment is kept.

I hear the door shut behind Alex.  "You're not going to 
punish her for what happened, are you?" he asks.

"I certainly am," I reply as Dana locates the flogger and 
returns.

Soft footsteps bring him to my side.  "That was beyond her 
control."

"She's used to it," I respond curtly, accepting the whip.  
Dana climbs onto the bed and kneels, her back to me.

"So you use her as a whipping boy?" he persists.

I'm itching to get started, but for his sake I take a 
minute to explain.  "Dana's my slave, Alex.  She's here to 
be used however I please."

Dana quivers in anticipation.  This part wasn't in the 
original gameplan, but by happy coincidence anal 
penetration brings out her darkest side.  I offer her the 
whip to kiss, and she does so gracefully.

I caress her with the soft straps as I continue, "What 
happened there was out of her control; what happens here is 
out of her control."

At my signal, Dana goes down on all fours.  Alex's eyes 
follow my hand as I tease her with the flogger.  With a 
quick motion, I lift it and bring it down hard on her 
upturned ass.  He actually jerks in surprise.  Dana yelps.

"Be quiet, Pet," I snap.

Alex shifts his weight from one foot to the other, but says 
nothing.  I let my gaze flick to the front of his jeans, 
where his erection shows plainly through the faded black 
denim.  Watching me top Dana turns him on, and we both know 
it.

Point made, I continue. "But what happens in here, Alex, is 
entirely within *my* control."  I pause to hit her again.  
"If I want to use her body as an outlet for my anger, I do 
it.  How she feels about that is profoundly irrelevant."

Dana squirms as I wait for his response.  We've done this 
before, and she knows what's coming.  When he nods 
infinitesimally, I hit her again.  She moans theatrically, 
deliberately disobeying my orders.  I feel a rush of 
gratitude.  She knows exactly what I need.

"Silence, Pet.  I won't tell you again."

I give her a few more sharp blows.  She moans again.  I 
feel Alex glance at me, but he remains silent.  In this, at 
least, he's learning to play by my rules.

That calls for a reward.

"Gag her," I tell him curtly.

He looks around the room for something to use. I sigh 
impatiently and stare at the front of his jeans again.  His 
eyes widen as he catches my meaning.  I notice a slight 
tremor in his hand as he lowers the zipper.  Gratified by 
his discomfiture, I toy idly with the base of the plug 
penetrating Dana's body as he undresses.  She arches her 
back, thrusting into the sensation, and Alex sucks in a 
sharp breath.

When he's undressed he kneels on the bed in front of her.  
I look him over, admiring the strength contained in his 
body.  As I watch him he studies Dana's face, that 
indefinable expression on his face again.  He strokes her 
cheek with a tentative finger, seeming almost lost in 
contemplation.

"Alex," I prod.

It's my turn to inhale sharply when he looks up at me.  
Banked flame is burning in his green eyes, more fiercely 
than I've ever seen it before.  He lifts Dana's head and 
scoots closer, nudging her lips with the crown of his cock.  
I strike her again.  Her lips part on a gasp, and Alex 
thrusts forcefully into her willing mouth.  She moans again 
as he sinks home, and his face tightens in pleasure as the 
muffled sound vibrates around him.

"If you come, I'll double her punishment," I warn him.

He nods, his jaw set.  I lash at her buttocks and thighs 
with the flogger, eliciting more strangled cries.  I can 
see her throat working as she sucks his dick, and he holds 
himself stiffly as he struggles for control.  Here, I *do* 
give the orders.

When I land a blow right on the decorative base of the 
plug, Dana's hips jerk wildly.  Alex groans and throws his 
head back, sweat shining on his bare chest and shoulders.  
The icy restraint he has maintained all evening is 
transforming into sexual heat, there for me to channel.

Pleased, I slide my whip hand between her parted legs and 
stroke the wet, engorged flesh of her sex.  The handle of 
the whip nudges between her folds as I rub her hot, pulsing 
clit.  She shivers, and Alex gasps.

I slide the smooth, polished handle of the flogger into 
her.  Her cheeks flex around the plug, and her moans turn 
unearthly.  She's never been so completely penetrated 
before.  Her body shakes violently as I thrust again.

"Alex."  He focuses on me.  "I want you to see something.  
Watch."

I place two fingers flat on her clit, and with a few hard 
strokes she comes.  Muffled shrieks emerge from her throat 
as her body spasms.  Alex's face tightens.

When she stills, I finally do what I came here to do.  
Summoning up the frustration and anger that has been 
boiling in me since Alex broke his news, I set to work with 
the flogger.  I unleash my rage on her, striking with 
controlled but unforgiving strokes.  She gasps and writhes, 
goading me to punish her harder.  So I do.

As her slender body quivers and jerks under my punishment, 
something in me changes.  The dark, clouded energy becomes 
pure and clear as the blows transfer it from me to her.   
My anger fades away as my focus narrows down to the subtle 
smell of the leather, the thud of the whip on her soft 
skin, the exquisite torment on Alex's face as Dana works 
him with her mouth.  And through it all, I can almost taste 
Dana's arousal as the flogging drives her wild.

By the time my anger is spent, I've worked her into a 
frenzy.  She's squirming uncontrollably, and Alex is 
gritting his teeth in an expression closer to pain than 
pleasure.  I hold his gaze with mine as I wrap my arm 
around her waist to support her and deliver the final 
strokes.  With another shudder, she goes limp.

I lay the whip aside and nod for Alex to release her.  With 
mixed relief and regret, he pulls out of her mouth.  His 
shoulders are still set with tension, and his swollen cock 
is almost visibly pulsing.  Good.  It's time to get tonight 
back on its original track.

I pull open the bedside drawer and reach for the lubricant 
inside.  Palming the tube, I grasp the metal plug and pull 
it almost entirely out of her body, then slide it back in.  
She sobs, swaying.  Alex's eyes are locked on my movements, 
exactly where I want them to be.

"You know, Pet, Alex has some frustrations too.  He needs 
to expunge them."

She whimpers softly as I remove the plug.  Laying it aside, 
I apply more lube, keeping my touch deft and clinical for 
the moment.  Her body will be simmering now, thrumming with 
almost unbearable arousal, and I have no intention of 
letting her climax.

Even without looking up, I can feel him watching as I 
circle her little anus.  "I'm going to let him take you 
here, while I watch.  And he's not going to be gentle, Pet, 
and it's not going to be sweet.  I want to see you 
completely humbled tonight."

My words are for him as much as for her.  Dana doesn't want 
sweetness or gentleness now; the things we've done tonight 
always awaken her desire for total subjugation.  I hadn't 
intended to show Alex the depth of her darker side just 
yet--it's something she considers deeply personal--but now 
that we've started down this path, I'm not going to leave 
her hanging.  I want to make her blissfully happy.

And although the discipline wasn't part of the original 
plan, it fits perfectly into my preparations for 
introducing Alex to anal sex.  She doesn't get any more 
relaxed than this, and she's certainly aroused enough for 
him to take her.  He's turned on too--I bet he'd follow any 
order now to get relief.  They're both exactly where I want 
them, regardless of how we got there.

"What do you think, Alex?"  I look at his stunned face.  
"Would you like to fuck Dana's perfect little ass?"

Closing his mouth, he nods.

I feel the smug grin creep across my face.  "Then these are 
the rules.  I want to see you give Dana the ride of her 
life.  I want to see her squirming and begging like the 
little slut she is.  Use her as roughly as you want, but 
you will not permit her to come until I give the word.  
Understood?"

He nods again.  Dana is motionless under my hands.

"And when you're done with her, you will thank me by 
jacking me off."

His jaw drops.

I think I'm as surprised as he is to hear the words emerge; 
that was *not* in the cards for tonight.  Guiltily, I look 
down at Dana.  She's swaying slightly on her hands and 
knees, perhaps too enraptured even to have heard.

When I return my focus to him, doubt shadows the flame 
still glowing in his eyes. But after a long pause, his low, 
husky voice replies, "Understood."

I beat a hasty retreat off the bed, giving him space to 
continue.  He scrutinizes her silently, then reaches down 
to touch her shoulder.  She comes alive again, struggling.  
God, she's good.

"Get her under control, Alex," I order, relieved to hear 
the appropriate tone of command in my voice.

In a flash, he scoots over to the spot I just vacated and 
stretches out over her, pinning her beneath his weight.  
Long, lean legs bracket hers, all but immobilizing her.  He 
grimaces as his cock is trapped between them, then thrusts 
a few times against her round ass.  She freezes.

"Yeah, you want that, don't you, baby?" he mutters smugly.

Shaking her head, she begins thrashing again.  I ease into 
the chair by the bed, my pulse quickening as her struggles 
weaken.  When she pauses, panting, he rolls to the side and 
gives her reddened ass a few hard slaps.  She falls still.  
His hand snakes under her at the juncture between her legs, 
and she moans helplessly.  Blood rushes to my cock at the 
sound.

"Are you going to behave now?" he asks in a silky, 
dangerous voice.

"Yes, Alex," she whimpers.  I cup myself through my jeans, 
savoring her surrender.

"That's better."

He releases her and glances over to the bedside table, 
where I've left the lubricant and a condom.  Reassuming his 
initial place facing me on the bed, he brusquely orders her 
to prepare him.  When she's finished, she sets the tube 
aside and, without being told, turns around goes down on 
her hands and knees, now facing me.  Her face is flushed 
and she's trembling.

I scoot the chair in closer.

Alex gives me a cocky little grin as he kneels behind her, 
recognizing this for the performance that it is.  I 
deliberately stroke myself again, and his grin falters as 
his eyes darken.

I lean forward, drinking in the sight as he carefully 
pushes into her.  Emotions play across his face at the 
unfamiliar sensations, and he stops with the head of his 
cock just inside her.  She wriggles, threatening 
disobedience.  He grabs her hip and pushes with more 
determination.  Her back arches and a hissing breath 
escapes her as he drives in.

"There you go.  I've got you now," he murmurs in 
satisfaction.

I unbutton my fly and slip my hand inside.

Releasing her hip, he slides his hand between her legs.  I 
see his wrist move and she gasps.  Cautiously he begins to 
thrust into her beautifully vulnerable body.  When she 
moves with him, his hand goes back to grip her hip.  She 
moans in protest and he slaps her casually.  She gasps 
again.

I goad him on.  "Isn't she tight?  Have you ever felt more 
powerful?"

He shakes his head.  His eyes squeeze shut as his brow 
furrows in concentration.  Dana's face, on the other hand, 
is going slack with pleasure as we impose our will on her.
 
Discreetly I circle the base of my cock and squeeze, 
checking the arousal that threatens to swell out of 
control.  The sensations I feel when I discipline her 
aren't always erotic; they're powerful, yes, and intense, 
but only indirectly sexual.  But this is a live sex show, 
just for my pleasure, and it is hot.  Her sweat-dampened 
hair falling over her face as she bows her head in defeat, 
his square fingers biting into the tender flesh of her hip, 
his dick plowing into her ass as he holds her still: the 
scene is unbelievably primal and raunchy.  The smell of sex 
and need surrounds us, intensifying all the other stimuli.

"Harder, Alex.  Do her harder."

She squeals as he follows my command.  Her body can offer 
no resistance to him; the flogging has made her completely 
malleable.  She is powerless to do anything but accept what 
we give, and love it.

I cup her chin in my hand and force her head up.  "Look at 
me, Pet.  I want to see your face while Alex fucks you for 
me."

Her eyes are half-closed, smudged by the drugging pleasure.  
I glance up to see Alex watching me, his eyes nearly as 
hazy.

"Do you know how she looks, Alex?  Completely out of 
control.  She loves being used like this.  No obligations, 
no responsibilities--there isn't a thought in your pretty 
head, is there, Pet?"

Her tongue peeks out to lick her lips as my words push her 
deeper, and I watch proudly.  In the past, I have only 
demanded such complete subjection from her when she hinted 
that she needed it, usually after a rough case or some 
other stressor.  But she hasn't demurred or hesitated at 
anything I've demanded tonight, and she's held nothing 
back.

I lean in close and whisper the last sentence into her ear.

"Such a sweet little fucktoy."

Her exultant cry makes my cock swell and pulse.  This is 
always the most exciting part of topping her.  I love to 
strip away her pride, her dignified restraint, her cool, 
brilliant, confining rationalism.  I love to make her revel 
in the thrill of giving in to her wildest, most animal 
instincts.

I glance back up at him.  "Make her beg, Alex."

His hand slips between her legs, and she squirms.  His 
voice is gravelly.  "Beg for it, slut."

She begins gasping out her sweet, desperate pleas.  She's 
wholly caught up in the game now, poised on the knife edge 
of orgasm but unable to let go without permission.  I 
tighten my grip on her chin, forcing her to maintain eye 
contact.

"Not until I give permission, Alex," I admonish.

He grunts acknowledgement, and does something that makes 
her sob in desperation.  I cast a quick glance back at him.  
His full lips are parted and his eyes are still closed as 
his hips bump into her harder.  Lightening-fast, he spanks 
her hard before his hand snakes between her legs again.

She wails, squirming mindlessly.  I drink in the sight.  I 
can almost feel it too: the penetrating invasion of her 
body, opening her to our will; the relentless stimulation 
of her clit, drowning out her thoughts and freeing the wild 
thing inside her.

Alex's face is equally transformed, suspended between 
obedience to my commands and domination of her.  He groans, 
pumping steadily, as she whimpers incoherently.

"Now!" I command.

His hand moves faster.  Her face lights up as her whimpers 
build to cries and then shrieks as the climax overtakes 
her.  Her body shakes as he rams into her ass, and I 
tighten my grip on her chin, watching every nuance play 
across her orgasmic face.  She has no secrets from me now; 
no false modesty drives her to turn away.  She has 
surrendered completely, lost herself to everything but 
bliss she feels only when she has given up all control.

Her body jerks as Alex pounds into her harder, responding 
to her tight muscles gripping his cock.  As Dana sighs in 
satisfaction I transfer my focus to him.  He's gasping for 
breath, as out of control as she was.  Pulling her hard 
against him, he joins her in orgasm.

When he releases her she collapses forward, seemingly 
exhausted.  Alex discards the condom and runs his hand 
tenderly over her back, his eyes deceptively sleepy and 
satisfied.

And then he slants a look at me, his meaning plain.  He 
hasn't forgotten the condition I gave him earlier.  Now I'm 
not sure why I did it.  For the control?  Because I'm 
intrigued?

No, that's not true.  I know why I did it--because I want 
him.

After Dana and I became lovers, I thought I'd never have 
another desire that she couldn't fill.  I swore I'd never 
so much as look at anyone else, not when I had Scully to 
give me the most emotionally satisfying sex I've ever had, 
and Pet to cater to my every other whim.  But now I want 
him too.

I undress slowly, stalling for time, but eventually have to 
climb onto the bed.  Conflicted though I may be, I'm not 
backing down.

Dana sits up as Alex draws away from her, creating a space 
for me between them.  Curiosity and bravado have replaced 
the sleepiness in his eyes, but a hint of indecision lurks 
there as well.  To tell the truth, I'm not sure what to do 
next either.  I haven't been with a man since Oxford, and I 
don't think Alex ever has been.  I settle back into the 
pillows, doubt overtaking me once more.

Dana's hand on my chest draws my attention to her.  
Kneeling at my side, she leans forward to press her lips to 
mine.  I close my eyes as she deepens the kiss.  Relaxing 
into her familiar, skilled touch, I narrow my focus to her 
little tongue slipping between my lips.

A calloused, hard hand closes around my cock.  I groan as 
he squeezes experimentally.  He pauses, then repeats the 
action.  When I grunt again, he begins stroking up and 
down.  In contrast to Dana's light, cool caress on my 
chest, his touch is firm and hot.  He gains confidence 
quickly, stroking with no tenderness, just a determined, 
steady stimulation.  I exhale slowly, trying to relax.

Dana's lips travel down my throat and her teeth worry my 
nipple.  I think about her body quivering under my 
discipline, think about her climaxing as we both penetrate 
her.  My hips begin making aborted thrusts under his hand 
as he quickens the pace.

Through slitted eyelids, I see Dana reach for the 
lubricant.  Alex opens his hand, letting her drip the lube 
over my dick, then closes his fist around me again.  The 
slick slide of the lubricant and the firm grasp finally 
does it.  With another groan, I let go.  Thoughts, images, 
and sensations blur together in my mind...

The unyielding resolve in his face as he argues with me 
about staying undercover...

Dana moaning and gasping around his cock while I beat her, 
so that he gets turned on every blow...

Hot pulsing under his hand as he pumps me, and only another 
guy knows how fucking *good* a little roughness feels...

Dana whimpering and squirming under him, his muscles 
flexing as he drives into her...

The wild abandon in her eyes as she comes, and the sudden 
relief in his as he follows her...

"Alex," I grunt, unable to stifle the sound.

"Yeah, Mulder?" he responds in a neutral, offhand voice.

My hand flies up to grab his, trapping it against my cock 
as I thrust up hard, hard...

"Uh...unh...UNGH!"

My body arches, jerking into the air as he pumps me through 
the climax, and I collapse bonelessly onto the pillows.

I look at Alex's face as they release me, but can read 
nothing in his expression.  Neither of us speaks as Dana 
slips off the bed.  I break our gaze, but feel him still 
watching me.

Dana returns before the silence grows uncomfortable, offers 
Alex a cloth, and efficiently cleans me up.  Not ready to 
confront the implications of what we just did yet, I catch 
her wrist and set aside the cloth, then stroke her cheek 
with the side of my hand.

"You were wonderful, Pet.  Amazing."

She rubs her cheek against my hand, her eyes open and 
dreamy.  I smile at her, trying to convey all my love and 
pride, and think of the one thing still left to do tonight.  
She's been so good that I'm going to reward her with her 
favorite treat, one inextricably linked in her mind to the 
joys of submission.

"Alex, please get me her cuffs."

He looks a bit surprised that we're not done, but complies 
with my request.  I restrain her on the bed; it will be 
better for her that way.  When I step back to admire my 
work she is completely spread-eagled, each slim ankle and 
delicate wrist cuffed to bedpost.  Her little clit is 
slightly erect by the time I'm done.

She sighs as I kneel between her legs.  She's too well-
trained to move, but she trembles in anticipation as I 
grasp her inner thighs and let my breath play over her 
flushed cunt.  When I run my tongue between her folds, she 
shivers and goes limp.  I tighten my hold and narrow to 
precise, delicate licks on just the right spot...

"Oh, Master!" she gasps as I ignite the fire in her again.

I'm inordinately proud of her.  Scully could never have so 
many orgasms in a single evening, but it would never occur 
to my Pet that she couldn't climax for me.

"That's right, Pet.  Tell me."

"Master, Master," she murmurs softly, opening herself to me 
in body and soul.  "Master, Master..." she cries louder as 
I quicken the pace.  I can feel Alex standing behind me, 
can feel him watch her as she twists in her bonds, chanting 
my name under the relentless stimulation.

I roughly thrust three fingers into her cunt and begin 
pumping as I lick her fast and hard.  She gasps in a 
hitching breath and tries vainly to thrust back.  I glance 
up at her, seeing her eyes open and staring sightlessly at 
the ceiling.

Her muscles tighten around my fingers.  I plunge them deep 
into her again, hold them there, and lash her clit with my 
tongue.  Her body draws up tight as a bowstring and she 
screams, the sound ringing through the bedroom as she 
shatters under my touch.

I let her recover for a few minutes before withdrawing my 
fingers from her body.  She sighs softly as I loom over 
her, leaning forward to press a kiss to her forehead.

"My wonderful Pet," I murmur, looking down at her 
possessively.  "My perfect Pet."

The praise I'm lavishing on her is excessive, and a hint of 
a question creeps into her eyes.  I put my fingers over her 
lips, making her taste herself on them, and look down at 
her sternly.  Later we can talk about the world outside our 
bedroom, where men use power and force as weapons to 
protect themselves and harm others, but not yet.  She 
lowers her eyes submissively, and I feel the rush I always 
get at the thought that Dana Scully has yielded to me.

I stroke her hair, thinking that this is how power and 
force should be wielded.  I can make her a space she would 
never create for herself, a place of earthy abandon where 
there is no shame, no fear, and no care.  Maybe I can build 
it for all of us.
 
I get up and release her from her cuffs.  Alex appears next 
to me with a washcloth.  His fingers brush mine as he hands 
it to me.  I bathe Dana gently, soothing her overstimulated 
flesh, and give the cloth back to him.  As he takes it 
away, I realize that I'm not ready to leave the sanctuary 
of the bedroom yet.

When Alex returns, Dana is curled against me, half-asleep.  
We've left plenty of room next to us, with the covers 
turned down invitingly.  He stops short as he takes in the 
sight.  His face readopts its normal guarded expression, 
but the lines that were so evident when he first entered 
the apartment have faded.

I yawn and stretch ostentatiously.  "It's getting late, 
Alex.  C'mon."

He's motionless for a moment, weighing his options.  Almost 
defiantly, he unstraps his prosthetic and lays it on the 
dresser.  When he turns back to us, he keeps his body 
angled so that his left shoulder is turned away.  He 
pauses, waiting.

"Light's on your side," I point out.

Something in his eyes softens.  Silently, he shuts off the 
light and joins us in bed.

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