A DOZEN EGGS

by Dorothy Gayle

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Rating: A big ole NC-17!

Keywords: MSR, Pure SMUT

Spoilers: None

Summary: Mulder and Scully want to play!

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A Dozen Eggs

by Dorothy Gayle

We've been sleeping together forever.

You might not have guessed it, to look at us in the early

years, but we developed our intimate relationship fairly

early on in our partnership. He wanted me, I wanted

him...we were both adults...fighting our desires grew old

rather quickly.

We never talked about it--one night we just seemed to know.

Our passions flared and we gave in to them, ignoring the

fact that morning must come and consequences must be faced.

When it came time for consequences, when he looked at me in

the morning, silently asking where we were to go from there,

my response was verbal and succinct.

"Fuck it," I said. "We're grown-ups. Let's do what we

want."

Ever since then, we have--at least when we could work it

into our busy schedules.

About a year ago we began using bondage on one another, and

once we discovered we had a taste for it, nothing could hold

us back. It became a game with us, to see who could get the

best of the other one first. The fastest and most cunning

got to tie the other one up--if we'd relied on brute force,

I would never have had a chance.

I learned to be very cunning.

This time, though--this time he took me by surprise, and I

was completely unprepared.

We met, as usual, at his apartment. From there we would

either go upstairs, go to my place, or if we were feeling

really adventurous, maybe a nice hotel for the night.

Not this time.

This time, he grabbed me as soon as I climbed from my car.

I hadn't even seen him there, lurking behind the bushes, but

when he came up behind me and wrapped me in his arms,

covering my mouth to stifle my surprised yelp, I relaxed

immediately. I recognized his scent, and the feel of him.

No harm would come to me with this particular attacker.

"My turn," he whispered in my ear, and I nodded to signify

I understood--the game had begun.

He opened the back door of his own car, parked directly in

front of mine, and lay me on the seat on my stomach. Behind

me, I felt him fastening my wrists together with soft cuffs,

the leather band between them long enough for me to be

comfortable on what proved to be a lengthy drive.

Afterwards, he flipped me over, kissed me gently on the

lips, and stuffed one of his smaller ball gags in my mouth.

"You know the sign if you need help," he reminded me, and I

nodded. We had a code--a safe-word for when we could speak

and a safety signal for when we couldn't. Neither of us had

ever used them.

From the pocket of his leather jacket, he removed a small

plastic egg, and my eyes widened as it glimmered in the

light from the street lamps. I'd seen pictures of these

devices, but never before had I experienced what they could

do.

Mulder lay the vibrating egg against my thigh, on the

outside of my loose-fitting sweat pants, and secured it there

with a long strip of masking tape which he wrapped around my

leg so it wouldn't dislodge.

The next item he pulled from his pocket had to be the remote

controller--the egg had no attached wires. My eyes widened

as he gave me a predatory grin, but he made no move to

activate the device.

Instead, he climbed into the front seat and pulled away from

the curb, guiding the car steadily into traffic. When we

were safely out of the city he cast a glance back at me.

"I suppose you wonder where we're going," he commented, and

I raised one eyebrow at him sarcastically. I wasn't

uncomfortable--yet--but that egg taped to my sweat pants made

me nervous. Mulder was wicked with a vibrator.

He chuckled. "I borrowed a cabin in Maryland from a

friend," he informed me. "It's ours for the entire long

weekend."

Memorial Day stretched before me suddenly, and I wondered if

Mulder planned to keep me in his power for the entire time.

We'd never set a time limit on our bondage sessions, and

more than once I had teased him mercilessly for most of a

night before finally allowing him the agonizing pleasure

that comes from pent-up release.

I'd been thinking about him all day, anticipating our night

together, and I was already so hot for him that I didn't

think I could stand very much. If he planned to keep me on

edge for days...well, I might just have to concoct a serious

revenge sometime in the near future.

For now, though, I was waiting for the moment when he would

bring the egg to life.

He read my thoughts.

"I'll bet that egg is really bugging you, isn't it, Scully?"

he taunted. "You're wondering why I put it where I did, and

when I'm going to turn it on." He held up the little

plastic box between two fingers, never taking his eyes off

the road ahead. "Here's the controller. Any time I choose,

I can simply flick this switch *here*" --his finger caressed

the switch-- "and begin driving you crazy."

He let me wait on tenterhooks for a couple of minutes before

continuing, "But I'm not ready to do that just yet." He

dropped the plastic box to the seat beside his leg, and I

realized I'd been holding my breath, waiting for the erotic

assault to begin.

I relaxed, marginally, and after a few more minutes of

driving in silence, I closed my eyes. It had been a long

week, and if Mulder wasn't going to talk to me, maybe I

could grab a nap before we reached our destination.

I actually managed to drift into a light sleep before I was

awakened by a buzzing sound and the feel of a hundred

feathers tickling my thigh.

I jerked, and made a noise behind the gag, but Mulder said

nothing. He lay the box on the seat again and drove calmly

onward while I writhed in the back seat.

The little egg didn't touch any of my sexual parts, and yet

the vibration it sent through my clothing teased and

tormented me, making me long for it to stop and long for

more, all at once. I shifted in a vain attempt to bring

more pressure against myself, but there was nothing I could

do.

I made another frustrated sound and Mulder looked back at

me, waiting to see if I would give the signal.

I didn't. I regulated my breathing and did my best to

endure the torture of that infernal egg tickling my thigh.

It was perhaps ten minutes later when Mulder shut off the

egg, and soon after that I heard the crunch of gravel

beneath the tires.

"We're here," he informed me brightly, turning off the car

and climbing from his seat.

First he opened the back door and drew me out, supporting me

as I walked on wobbly legs beside him. He led me to the

door of the little cottage with his arm around my waist, and

after letting us in, swung me into his arms and carried me

to the bedroom. He unfastened the cuffs, securing them

again above my head, the leather band strung through the

sturdy slats of the headboard. I gave a tug, but they held

fast.

Then, to my relief, he removed the egg.

My relief was short-lived. Instead of discarding the

horrible device, as I'd hoped, he unbuttoned the top button

of my shirt, taking note of the black satin bra I'd donned

in anticipation of seducing him that night, and plunged the

egg into its depths. It was lodged in my cleavage, held in

place by the satin cups, given just enough pressure so as

not to slip from where Mulder had placed it.

I rolled my eyes a little, thinking of him using a vibrator

on my breasts, but my skepticism disappeared a second later

when he once again activated the little egg. It had the

same effect in my bra as it had on my pants, only more so.

This time, the clothing was not so loose, and the vibrations

through my breasts went straight to my nipples.

Mulder surveyed the way they peaked beneath the black satin

and he smiled. He pulled my shirt aside, loosening another

button in order to fully reveal my tits, then dropped a kiss

on each erect nipple.

"I'll be right back," he grinned, tossing the control box to

the bed near my feet, and a moment later he was out the

door.

I struggled desperately to grab the device with my toes,

hoping I could flick the switch that would end the

agonizing, incredibly pleasurable torment in my breasts.

I had managed to curl my toes around the box, scrabbling for

the switch, when Mulder returned, carrying a small suitcase

and the overnight bag I always left at his apartment.

He shook his head, making a 'tsk-tsk' sound. "You've been a

naughty girl, Scully," he told me. "You're going to have to

be punished for that."

My eyes were nearly crossed with desire and frustration by

then, and I couldn't imagine what else he could possibly do

to me that would be worse.

I should never underestimate Mulder.

He set our baggage down with a thump, relieved my toes of

the box, and leaned over me until his face was close to

mine. The masterful look there made me shiver.

I expected him to kiss me, but instead, he lowered

his head until he was directly over my breasts. Then, so

slowly I thought I would die with anticipation, he reached

out his tongue and licked my left nipple through the fabric

of my bra.

His tongue sent an electric tingle through me, and I felt my

toes curl as he repeated the action on my right nipple.

Then, sliding his tongue across the lacy top of my bra, it

was back to the left.

My head tossed involuntarily from side to side as he

tortured first one breast and then the other with his

skilled tongue, until the fabric of my bra was dripping

with his saliva and the matching panties beneath my sweats

were damp with my own longing.

At last, Mulder relented, and shut off the egg. I lay there

panting, my eyes closed, my head thrown back. Then I felt

his hands behind my head, releasing the gag. He removed it

gently, giving me a moment to flex my jaw.

"Scream all you want to, Scully. There's nobody around to

hear you."

I shivered at his words, so sinister and yet coming from the

man I could never fear. It was more than a game, yet less

than reality, and my heart beat fast in my chest. My

breasts were almost numb from the torment they'd

endured--they still tingled pleasantly.

Mulder took the egg again, and I watched him, wide-eyed,

wondering what creative use he would put it to next. He

finished unbuttoning my shirt and pushed it out of his way.

Then he drew the waistband of my sweat pants down just a bit

and nestled the egg in the hollow of my navel.

I gasped as the little piece of plastic began tickling my

stomach. It tried to fall out of place, and Mulder held it

with one finger, giving a gentle pressure that only served

to increase the sensation for me. I wriggled frantically,

hoping to elude the torture, but Mulder would not allow even

that small victory. He shifted his position so he was

straddling my legs, pinning me against the bed, cutting off

any escape I might have hoped to find.

I didn't scream, but I did allow a groan of frustration to

escape my lips before I clamped them shut. Mulder grinned

at me, knowing I was determined not to give him the

satisfaction of hearing me cry out, and just as determined

to make me lose my mind and yell my pleasure to all and

sundry.

At last, he removed the egg from my belly button, and kissed

away the tickling sensation in my belly. His soft lips

fluttered against my skin, soothing it and calming me. When

my pulse rate had fallen to somewhere near normal, he held

up the egg and gazed at it thoughtfully.

"It's a versatile tool," he mused. "So many uses."

"Fuck you," I dared, knowing I would be punished for it and

craving the excitement.

He leaned over me until his lips were almost against mine.

"Oh, I intend to," he promised softly. "I'm going to fuck

you until you can't take any more, until you beg me for

mercy. I'm going to fuck you senseless, Scully."

I swallowed hard and waited for the punch line--with Mulder,

there always is one.

"But first," he continued, and then I felt his fingers

running the egg over my abdomen, teasing the elastic at my

waist, sliding down to cup me. It wasn't even turned on and

I began to struggle, but there was nothing I could do.

Mulder had won this round, and he got to play with me until

he tired of the game. It was the rule.

He held the egg loosely against me, pressing it gently

between my legs, and then, with a movement so subtle I

nearly missed it, flicked it on again. This time I did

scream, arching upwards, trying desperately to increase the

pressure, to find some satisfaction, but Mulder kept it just

so, barely touching, again vibrating my clothing more than

my skin.

It was a combination of tickle and titillation that drove me

wild, and I opened my mouth to beg him to finish, but before

I could let go a word, his lips were claiming mine. His

tongue forced itself roughly into my mouth, asserting his

dominance, and I grew lightheaded at the sensation--so much

force against my lips, so little where I really wanted it.

His hand moved with me, always maintaining just the lightest

amount of pressure, and at last I stopped struggling, simply

going rigid against the mattress. I thought I might come

then and there, but he removed the egg once more.

This time, he slipped it inside my sweats, lying gently

against my wet panties, and when he left the room I thought

I would die. I writhed and struggled, wanting desperately

to force the egg against my clit, but my clothing was so

loose that all I got was that infernal tickling torment.

I began planning to kill him.

He returned a few minutes later with a glass of water, and

while the egg vibrated against my underwear, driving me into

a frenzy of lust, he held my head and gave me a drink.

Eventually, he turned the egg off again, and I lay back,

exhausted. It was amazing how much that little piece of

plastic had taken out of me, and yet I was still

unsatisfied. Mulder lay next to me on the bed, and I felt

him fishing around in my pants. I hoped he'd shove that

damn thing up inside me, or better yet, himself inside me,

but he wasn't finished playing.

He took the egg from my pants and positioned it over my

lips, turning it on again and teasing them, thrusting

partially into my mouth, then withdrawing, tracing over my

mouth...I would never have imagined such a thing as erotic

until Mulder did it to me, leaving the fire between my legs

unquenched as he tormented my mouth.

My ears were next, and I giggled slightly as the tip of the

egg found the sensitive inner flesh, barely touching it,

a whisper-tickle that made me try to jerk away. He held my

chin firmly, pressing me down into the bed so I could not

escape him, until he had finished amusing himself with my

ears and mouth.

"I think it's time to make you scream again," he observed,

flipping me onto my stomach in one rapid movement, and I

began to break out in a light sweat. I'm ticklish, very

ticklish, especially on my lower back, and Mulder knows that

fact well.

"Don't you dare!" I gasped, but I might not have spoken at

all. Before the words had completely left my mouth he had

flung my shirt up out of the way and begun stroking the egg,

silent and still now, down the crease in my back and

buttocks.

I tensed, waiting for him to start the vibrations, but he

merely caressed me up and down. It was still a torment, but

a bearable one at that point, and I resolved anew to keep my

voice quiet.

My resolve went out the window in the next moment when I

felt the egg leave my back and take up residence on the sole

of my right foot, buzzing merrily.

This was absolutely heinous, and I tried to kick out at

Mulder, but he held both my legs in place with his forearm,

laughing at my pathetic struggles.

"You know you can't escape me," he chided. "How many times

have you tried? And I always prevent it, don't I?" He

knows that kind of talk makes me hot, and it certainly was

doing its job tonight. I was all but grinding my crotch

into the bed in a desperate attempt to find some relief.

"Come on, Mulder, that's enough!" I gasped, and he moved the

egg to my left foot.

"It's enough when *I* say it's enough, Scully. *I'm* in

charge. Or have you forgotten that?"

I waited a moment, then shook my head quickly.

"What's that?" he questioned silkily, sliding the egg up my

calf, over my thigh and back to the crease in my buttocks.

"I didn't hear you."

"No!"

"'No' what?"

"No, Sir!" I shouted, frantic for him to remove that damnable

piece of plastic from my sensitive skin. "I haven't

forgotten!"

"I think you have. I think you need a little reminder of

just who controls you. I think you need to be taught just

*who* is master in this relationship."

I was trembling all over by then, both from his words and

his actions, and when he pressed the little egg gently

against my anus, I screamed, gripping the stats of the

headboard until my knuckles went white.

Mulder knows I don't care for anal penetration, so he didn't

slide it in, just teased me there until I thought I would

weep from the torment.

"Mulder, enough!" I begged, knowing he loves to hear me beg,

knowing nothing I could say would make him stop unless I

uttered our safe-word. I had no intention of saying that

particular word, because even though he was driving me

around the bend, this was one of the most exciting

experiences of my life. I found myself wishing it could go

on forever even as I begged for it to end.

"What do you want?" he demanded, flipping me onto my back

again, and I looked up at him with eyes that were bright

with tears of passion.

"You. I want you inside me."

"But you can only have me inside you when *I* decide to give

you that."

"Please Mulder, please, I want..."

"For now, you get this." And he slipped the egg into me,

past my soft folds, keeping the slightest grip on the tip of

it.

I threw back my head and moaned loudly, wishing it could be

him but enjoying the feel of *anything* there now, when I'd

been on edge for so long. I knew if he left it there long

enough, I'd have a shattering orgasm, but Mulder wasn't

ready to let me go yet.

When he saw my eyes darkening, my brow begin to furrow--the

beginning signs of my climax--he withdrew the egg and once

again shut it off.

I nearly wept.

He slowly removed his clothing while I watched, dropping it

to the floor carelessly, leaving his boxers for last,

knowing the bulge in the front of them was torturing me.

When he at last drew them downward, I couldn't help smiling

at the sight of him, hard and hot and ready for me. Surely

he couldn't keep up this game much longer either.

Then, I remembered how stubborn Mulder can be, and bit my

lip. If he wanted to, he could go jerk off in the shower

and leave me in this condition indefinitely. He could even

do it right there in front of me, I realized with horror,

but surely he wouldn't...

Instead, he grabbed my sweats and ripped them down my legs

and off me in one fluid movement. I now lay before him

dressed only in my black satin underwear, my shirt bunched

up under my head. His eyes raked up and down my body

ruthlessly, possessively, and I quaked from head to toe.

"Mulder, please," I moaned, and he grinned again, standing

over me, his hands on his hips authoritatively, beautifully

naked.

"You want something, Scully?"

I nodded.

"What is it you want?"

"You."

"And what can you have?"

I searched around in my head for the correct answer for a

second; Mulder had never taken the game this far, never made

me submit to him verbally like this before. It made me

wild.

"Wh-whatever you say, Sir."

He leaned close to me again, and dropped a kiss on my belly.

"Exactly," he agreed. "Would you like me to fuck you now,

Scully?" he asked in a throaty voice, and I could only nod

enthusiastically.

"First, let's review," he replied, and I stared up at him,

wondering what the hell he was talking about. "Where have I

used this egg on you tonight?"

He was going to *count* them? "Mulder!" I protested, but he

put his finger over my lips.

"Shush, Scully, or I'll put the gag back in. I don't want

to, because I want to hear you scream my name when you come,

but I will if necessary. Can you be quiet?"

I nodded.

He turned the egg on once more and touched it to my thigh.

"I believe it was here first," he whispered, then slid it

slowly up over my belly to rest between my breasts. He

briefly sucked both nipples through the fabric again.

"Here." Then he slid it to my navel. "This makes three."

He rested it lightly against my crotch, "Four," then slid it

inside my panties for a few seconds. "Five." My mouth and

ears were six, and then he turned me over again.

I writhed as he whispered, "Seven," in my ear while

tormenting my most sensitive spot, then, "eight," as he

rubbed it against each foot.

"Mulder--"

"Shh. Nine," he continued, stroking up my calf. "Ten,"

was when he pressed it against my ass, and by the time he

flipped me onto my back again, I was ready to promise him

anything if he'd only get to eleven.

"Eleven." He slipped it beneath the crotch of my panties,

and I was desperate for him to slide it inside me again.

Instead, he removed it and dropped it to the bed, and I

nearly wept.

"Mul-"

I never finished. Moving quickly, unexpectedly, he grabbed

my panties at the side seam, giving a mighty rip and pulling

the useless scrap from my body. I gaped at how easily he had

done what is usually only read about in torrid romance

novels. Mulder casually tossed my ruined panties aside,

then slid his hands over my satin-clad breasts before

subjecting my bra to the same treatment.

Then, never missing a beat, he threw my legs over his

shoulders and picked up the egg again, bringing it to my

clit, "Twelve!" pressing so gently yet so firmly that I howled, my

entire body tensing as I built to my climax, shouting his

name at the top of my lungs, clenching my fists and wrapping

my legs furiously around his neck.

Just as I began descending from my high, Mulder tossed the

egg aside and slid himself into me. I yelled again at the

suddenness of it, then accepted him gratefully.

I half expected him to draw this out as well, but apparently

the evening's festivities had been...shall I say

it?...*hard* on him as well. He pumped into me a few times

before reaching his orgasm, groaning against my lips as he

took my mouth once again, grinding into me until there was

nothing left to give.

At last, he rolled off me, releasing my wrists gently from

the cuffs, massaging them, kissing them, generally making me

feel loved and cherished. The firm Master of a few minutes

ago was gone, and in his place the equal partner I had known

and loved for years.

"How was that?" he asked with a smug smile, and I shook my

head.

"God, Mulder, where do you get your ideas?"

He snickered. "You can learn almost anything on the

Internet, Scully."

We showered together, made dinner, and ate leisurely in

front of a fire he built in the fireplace, talking of this

and that and nothing in particular.

After a while we went back to bed and made love again, more

slowly this time, sweetly, as lovers usually do. He fell

asleep lying on his back with his arms and legs flung

outward, and I watched him in the moonlight.

He was simply beautiful, I smiled to myself, and all mine.

Picking up the discarded leather cuffs, I gently slipped

them on him and secured him to the headboard, then dug

through his luggage until I found his laptop computer.

I had research to do.

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