Title:  Not Everything is About You

Author:  Satina

Date:  June 16, 2002

Pairing:  MSR  (What?  No Krycek?  Really?)

Rating:  NC-17

Archive:  Hell yeah, why not?  Just tell me first so I can prepare myself for
the thrill.  If it's on your list, permission's already been granted.

Feedback:  Better than Wellbutrin, baby.  Send it to
satina@hegalplace.com

Spoilers:  This is a post-ep for "Never Again" but you sure don't have to
watch that one to get this one.

My website:  http://www.hegalplace.com/satina

Disclaimers:  After I'm through with her here, I hereby give ownership of
Scully over to my woman, Shan, as she has so graciously put Mulder and
Krycek in my loving care.  Take good care of her, honey.

Summary:  You know, this is unacceptable.  If he's going to treat me like
I'm his slave, he's gonna learn to do it right.

Dedication:  This one is for my sexy, beautiful, moody, intelligent,
talented, exciting, loving, challenging woman.  Make me work for it, baby.
I'll take care of ya.

Notes:  This story has BDSM elements, but it ain't no treatise on the
subject.  BDSM isn't about the toys or the names, it's about the mind.

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"Not everything is about you, Mulder."

Who am I kidding?  Of course it is.  That's the damned problem.  He owns
me.  Do I have a life outside of the X-files?  Outside of Mulder?  I think you
and I both know the answer to that question.  As much as it ticks me off to
admit it, Fox Mulder owns me.

It's not so bad being owned, really.  Well, with the right Master, anyway.
Of course, Mulder's *no good* at it.  Takes all of the perks with none of
the responsibility.  I wouldn't mind being his pet.  I really...*really*
wouldn't.  If he took better care of me.

You know, this is unacceptable.  If he's going to treat me like I'm his slave,
he's gonna learn to do it right.

xxx

I stand outside the door to number 42, and my heart is pounding.  I'm not
nervous, though.  I'm excited.  And angry.  I adjust the tote I have slung
over my shoulder and knock.  He shuffles over to the door and opens it,
running his hand through his hair.

"Hey Scuh-"  He stops.  Luscious mouth agape.  Staring at my throat.  I tilt
my head to give him a better view, then tilt my face downward.

"What-"

I've made Mulder speechless.  Fox Mulder doesn't know what to say.  I
smirk a little, but he can't see it with my bowed head.  I wait to be invited
in.

"Cuh-come in," he says finally, and I wordlessly walk into the living room
and sink to my knees.  I place the bag at my side and cross my wrists at
the small of my back.  I keep my head bowed.  I'm already wet.

"Scully, what...what are you doing?"  He comes in to stand over me, and
though I don't look up to his face, I can hear the utter shock and confusion
in his voice.  I breathe calmly.  "Scully?  Talk to me."

Without raising my head, I say softly, "What would you like me to say,
Master?"

"Ma-...what?  Scully, get up!"

It's interesting that he doesn't reach down and pull me up.  I think he's
afraid to touch me.  I very carefully and gracefully get to my feet, keeping
wrists locked behind my back.  I don't raise my head.

"Scully, look at me!"

The panic in his voice sends shivers down my spine, and I raise my face,
licking my lips, and look him in the eyes.  His brows are drawn up in that
inverted 'V' that's so painful to see on his face, his eyes glittering with fear
and confusion.  I blink rapidly but don't say a word.

"What are you doing?" he finally asks, and I sigh quietly as I am finally
given permission to speak.

"Whatever pleases you, Master."  I don't look away.

His mouth drops open again.  "Scully, I don't know what kind of...game
you're playing, but..."  He trails off.

But what, Mulder?  But you don't like it?  Bull.  But you *do* like it?  Good.
So do I.  But you're going to learn to do this right.  I let my lips curve up
in the slightest smile, still looking in his wide eyes.

"Scully, would you just talk to me!"

He's raising his voice now, something I don't get to hear him do very
often, and my breathing accelerates.  He's getting closer.

"Yes, Master.  Just tell me what you want me to say."

"Goddamn it, Scully!  Knock it off!  Listen, I know you think I was being
an asshole this weekend, but this little show..."

He trails off again.  He can't tell me he doesn't like it.  He can't quite lie
like that.  He's just confused.

"And...Jesus, what's with the collar?"  He jerks his head to indicate my
beautiful white leather collar set with aquamarine crystals all the way
around.  I've been told it brings out my eyes.

"If it doesn't please you, Master, I'll remove it."  I wait to see if he will tell
me to take it off.

He doesn't.  I smile.

"I-I just don't understand...what are you doing here?"  He sucks that fat
lower lip between his teeth and bites, and my nipples get jealous.

What am I doing here?  I'm teaching you how to be a good Master, Mulder.
It's clear that you think of yourself that way, I'm just here to show you how
to do it right.  But I can't tell him that, can I?

"I'm here to serve you," I say instead, with a gentle smile.  "I'm here to
make you happy."

He actually backs away from me now as if I've begun to foam at the
mouth.  I try not to grin, biting my own lip to remain in control.

"Scully, are you saying...are you here...do you want me to...?"

He's adorable when he stammers.  He chews his cheek between each
attempted sentence.  I decide to go for the big guns.

"Use me, Mulder."  Oh god, yeah, that's good.  I feel myself throb.

"Use...I don't wanna use you, Scully..."

But I see that his own breath is coming faster now, and the always-
obvious bulge in his crotch just got moreso.

"I'm sorry, Master.  I don't please you."  I bow my head, smile gone.  Of
course, I know I *do* please him.

"No, it's not...Scully..."

I feel him step up to me.  And then I feel his hand on my face, very, very
softly, using the pad of his middle finger to lift my jaw.  I shiver and raise
my face to meet his soft, uncertain gaze.  I don't say anything.  I'm going
to make him work for this.  It's about damned time.

"Are you saying you want to...play games?" he asks in his soft, low,
comforting voice.  My sex clenches.  I want to tell him, this is no game.
This is my life.  Yours.  Yours and mine.

"It's not a game," I say very quietly, staring into his eyes.

"I'm sorry," he says, his eyes filled with pain.  "I'm sorry I made you feel
this way."

An apology.  Wow.  I've never gotten one of those before.  I must be doing
something right.  He deserves something, too.

"You make me feel good, Mulder," I reply.  "I just want...more." Mmm...every
time I say Mulder instead of Master, I feel even more owned than before. I
hope it makes him happy, too.

"More..." he says, looking so deeply into my eyes it's like he's making love
to them.  I sigh deeply, letting the feeling of arousal wash over me, not
fighting it like I always do.

"Please..." I beg, letting my eyes close on the wave of pleasure that shakes
my body.  I want to beg him.  I want him to make me beg him.

He steps in closer and I'm awash in his scent.  It makes me dizzy and I let
myself just breathe it in.

"I want more, too," he says quietly, then I feel the softest brush of lips over
my closed eyes.  I whimper.  "Open your eyes, Scully," he says softly, and
I do.  "I love your eyes," he says so quietly I wouldn't hear him if he weren't
two inches from my face.

"I'm glad," I say very softly.

He bends in, sliding one hand into my hair to cup my skull, the other
slipping low to the middle of my back.  I feel myself melt for him as his
mouth finally, *finally* sinks down on mine.  I can't stop the helpless
whimpers coming from my throat and I don't want to.  I want to kiss back,
to slide my tongue along Mulder's own strong, hard, invading one, but I
don't.  I merely open for him, existing in his kiss, not even taking my
hands from behind my back.  I think, no I know. I would fall to the floor if
he let go of me.  He doesn't, he just goes on kissing me, hungry,
possessive, small, soft grunts making their way from his mouth to mine.

God, yes, this...*this* is what I need.

He pulls out of the kiss, eyes half-closed, lips glistening, and pants,
"Scully...your hands..."

I blink up at him, breathing hard.  If you want something, Mulder, you'll
have to ask me for it.  Do you think I don't *want* to put my hands on that
body, to feel those muscles as they move, doing the work of stroking,
holding, squeezing me?  I can tell the moment understanding dawns, and I
watch his eyes go deep and dark.

"Touch me, Scully," he breathes.

I moan and bring my hands around, sliding them up his sides, threading
them under his arms and palming his back, pulling him in closer.  His
head dips in again and takes my mouth, harder this time, and I swallow his
groans and try hard not to dig in with my fingernails as his lean body
bends me backward.  He pulls away, panting.  His eyes sparkle down at
me.  He likes this.  I knew he would.

"Kiss me, Scully," he says, low and sure.

I whimper and pull his face down to mine, and he opens his lips for me,
his tongue only sliding gently into my mouth as I push mine into his,
fucking him with it the way I've always wanted to.  My whimpers have
turned to little growls as he lets me have his mouth, and I swallow the
surprised whimpers I get from him.  I slowly, gradually, pull away from the
kiss, releasing his head and sliding my hands back down as he
straightens up.

"God..."  He licks his lips, his eyes big and dark, staring down at me.

I lick my own, tasting Mulder more than I taste myself, and smile up at
him shyly, glowing with the small word of praise.

"I want you, Scully," he breathes.

"You own me, Mulder," I sigh back, taking a chance.  He could balk and
frown and become uncomfortable with such a blatant statement.

He doesn't.

His growl as he bends in and takes possession of my mouth again makes
me absolutely weak, and I feel myself get wetter as my nipples harden
painfully against his chest.  I couldn't kiss him back now if I tried, his
tongue is shoving in so hard, so deep, claiming every tiny space in my
mouth, even gagging me for an instant as it probes the back of my throat.

Oh yeah, Mulder, I knew you were a natural.

He pulls back, licking the spit from his lips quickly.  He still hasn't caught
his breath, and my body hangs limp in his arms.

"Wanted to fuck you forever," he gasps.  "For-fucking-ever!"

I let my head fall back, eyes closed, and I am truly held in his arms now,
completely dependent on him to hold me up.  Then in a move even I didn't
expect, he scoops his arm up under my legs, and as I fall back, he catches
me, picking me up off the floor as if it's effortless.  I can't help but grin.
My shoes clatter to the floor.

He walks me across the apartment to his bedroom.  I guess that's what it
is.  I've never been through this door.  He kicks it open and strides in, and
yes, there's a bed, though it's covered with boxes and stacks of paper.
He'll have to put me down to clear it off, dammit, and I sigh resolutely, my
arms draped loosely around his neck.

I grab it tightly and hold on, startled, as he raises his long leg and starts
kicking boxes and stacks of papers everywhere.  It scares me a little, the
violence in his motions as he clears his bed for us.  I like it.  I moan and
hold on tight as he struggles to keep his balance and pushes the last of
the papers off his bed.  Then before I can really register what's happening,
I'm being wrenched away from his neck and thrown into the middle of it.

I let out a little cry as I bounce on the dusty coverlet, and he bends over
me quickly and jerks it out from under me, ripping it off the bed and
throwing it in the corner.  I swallow as I watch him breathe hard, licking
his lips, standing over me.

"Get your clothes off, Scully," he says in a low rumble.

I whimper, eyes falling closed for a moment, letting that authoritative voice
thrum through me.

"Now."

Oh God, yes.  I sit up and reach for my blouse, fingers moving quickly as
they undo the buttons, and I'm licking my lips over and over, watching my
own breasts heave with my rapid, shallow breaths.

"Stop," he commands when I've unbuttoned the last button.

I freeze, the blouse hanging barely open, unbuttoned all the way down.

"Show me," he says, eyes going from my breasts to my lips.  "Tease me."

I sigh and get up on my knees, settling my rear end on my heels.  I tilt my
head down and look up at him through my lashes, smiling.  His eyes
narrow and he doesn't smile back.  I shiver and brush the tips of my
fingers on both hands down the slim opening between the two halves of
my blouse, tickling over the space between my breasts.  I sigh deeply,
tilting my head back, and I hear Mulder's breath inhale loudly.

Head still tilted back on my shoulders, eyes still closed, I brush the two
halves of the silk away, baring my simple white bra.  The blouse hangs
completely open now, my torso bared except for the lace and lycra
garment.  I didn't dress like a whore for him.  He gets enough of that from
his tapes.  I'm giving him me, not some fantasy.  I listen to him breathe
rapidly and I'm pretty sure I made the right choice.

I tickle down the top slopes of my small breasts, letting my fingertips
touch my hard nipples only very briefly, but just that small touch makes
me whimper, the pleasure very near pain.  I hear his gasp at my small
sound of helplessness, so I do it again, letting myself whimper more
loudly.  Then without warning, I take both nipples between thumb and
forefinger and squeeze hard.  My mouth drops open on a high-pitched cry
and I arch forward into my own touch.  I barely register the shocked
groan coming from Mulder as he watches me carry out his orders.

"Take it off," I hear over my own harsh breathing.

I moan and shrug my blouse down my arms, pulling it off and letting it fall
to the floor beside the bed.

"That, too," he says, nodding to my chest.

I reach behind me, unclasping my bra and letting it slip from my
shoulders.  I shimmy a little, my breasts bobbing, and pull the bra off and
toss it on his floor.  Then, feeling naughty, I cross my wrists behind my
back and breathe deeply, eyes closed, as Mulder stares at my naked
breasts.

God, the feeling of being on display, knowing his eyes are raking over my
body without any regard for how I might feel about it.  I *love* it of
course, and feel my body undulate slightly, a pulse throbbing hotly
between my legs.

"Ta-take off your skirt," he chokes out, and I open my eyes to see his long,
graceful fingers brushing up and down the large ridge at his fly.  I
whimper, wanting to replace his fingers with mine, but raise up and
unfasten my skirt, then still on my knees, slide it down my hips.  I sit back
on my rear and slide the skirt the rest of the way off, then toss that, too,
on the floor.

Mulder gasps loudly and squeezes himself through his jeans.  I'm wearing
black, French style pantyhose with tiny little built-in panties...and no
underwear.  No, I didn't dress in these to impress him.  I wear them all the
time.  He'll find that out soon enough.

I lean back on my elbows, legs together, not provocatively, just patiently
waiting for his next command.  I wonder if he can smell me.  I can.  He
stares at me, holding his cock through his jeans, for two full seconds
before advancing on me suddenly, climbing onto the bed over me.  He
grabs the waistband of the hose and yanks them down my hips roughly.  I
feel the fabric and his nails scratch me and I hear the nylon rip.  I moan
and lean back, letting him strip me.

He pulls the nylons completely off, growling as my naked crotch is bared
to him, then wads them up in his hand and holds them to his face, inhaling
deeply, eyes fluttering closed.  I gasp and my hips rise up just a little,
offering him the direct source.  He opens his eyes and throws the
stockings to the side, then pushes his hands between my legs, grabbing
my thighs from the inside roughly and shoving them apart.  I cry out and
open them for him, falling back on the bed.

He sinks his face into my crotch with a snarl and begins to eat me
hungrily.  This is not a slow, sensuous seduction.  He's devouring me.  I
cry out over and over as he grunts and sucks, his large nose shoving into
my clit, his long tongue sliding into me.  All I can do is grasp the sheets in
my fists as his mouth takes me.  I cry out over and over as some touches
are pleasure and some are pain.

And I want all of them.

His large, hot hands are pressing my thighs open almost painfully, giving
himself total access to my body.  I rise into some strokes and jerk back
from others, a long keening whine broken by sharp cries being pulled
from throat.

Suddenly he raises his face away from my crotch, his tongue working
quickly to clean my juice from his lips.  He looks at me from between my
widely spread thighs, and I want him back, Goddamn it.  Put your mouth
back down there!

He releases my thighs quickly, pushing himself up so he's on his knees
between my legs.  In one quick, violent movement he rips his T-shirt off
over his head and flings it to the side, not even waiting for it to hit the
floor before tugging on the button and zipper of his jeans.  He shoves
them down his hips along with his underwear.  He doesn't bother taking
them off, just pushing them down far enough to free his cock.

Oh God, his cock.  His beautiful, beautiful, big, scary cock.  I know my
eyes are round, my mouth open as I can't help but stare at it, intensely
excited and a little afraid.

"Be careful what you ask for, Scully," he growls, and he falls on top of me,
shifting his hips a little then shoving into me hard with no warning or
finesse.

A screaming roar tears from my throat as his pelvis slams into me,
bruising my hips, his cock stretching my dripping wet tissues past where
they've ever been stretched before.  Oh God it hurts but it's so good as he
starts to move, grunting and pulling out slowly, holding himself above me,
staring into my eyes with a look that closes my throat.  For a moment I
wonder if I've gotten myself in over my head, then he begins thrusting,
slowly, deeply, leaning forward to stretch the skin of my clit with every
push.

He's holding back, I can see it, and I'm glad he is because I think the
pleasure-pain would just be pain if he were to go full-out and fuck me.  I
groan and arch my body into him, showing him with my body how grateful
I am for his consideration.  He fucks me a little faster, still controlled, and
his eyes roll back in his head.  I wrap my legs around his hips and try to
move with him as he slams my body down into his mattress, springs
squealing.

"Touch...yourself..." he gasps out.

I whine and want to tell him that I don't need to, I'm already so, so close,
but he gave me an order and I have to obey.  I slide my hand between our
sweaty bodies, knowing that a few touches to my clit will bring me off
quickly and wanting him to know it, too.  I want to be sure he wants me to
come.

"Gonna...come..." I sob, my hand inches away from its destination.

"Come for me," he growls.  "Come for me, Scully!"

I press my fingertip down on my clit and his next stroke rams it against
me painfully.  I yell and feel my body buck and jerk and shudder as I come
so hard I feel hot tears squeezing out of the corners of my eyes.  Mulder
fucks me hard through the entire orgasm, then just when his thrusts
become painful to my overstimulated tissues, his mouth drops open on a
loud open-throated groan and he rams himself into me, shaking and rigid,
pumping me full of his cum.

He groans loud and long as he lets his body lower itself on top of me,
lying slightly to the side to let me breathe.  I pant beneath him, my thighs
shaking as I lower my legs from his hips back down to the bed.  We lie
like that, sweaty and shaking and breathing hard in each other's arms,
then he raises his head slightly and presses his lips to my sweaty
forehead.

"Was I good, Master?" I sigh, not opening my eyes.

I feel his face press in against my neck and he hums against my collar.  I
shiver as he places soft kisses there, soothing the slight abrasions caused
by his rough handling.  Then he sighs and rests his lips against my
shoulder.

"I don't mean to do that..." he starts.

I cut him off.  "Mulder, if I didn't like the way you treated me, I wouldn't put
up with it.  I wouldn't stay."

He sighs and I can tell he doesn't understand.

"I like it," I say simply.  "But Mulder," I add, stroking a finger up his spine
and making him shiver.  "If you're going to make me your pet, you have to
take better care of me."

He kisses me firmly and slowly on the shoulder.  "I will, Scully.  I promise,
I will."

That's all I ask.

xxx

Pick yourself up off the floor.  Yes, I wrote MSR.  No, I don't plan to do it
again.  Some things just beg and plead to be written, and if they do it well,
I listen.  satina@hegalplace.com