Title: His Master's Voice 
Author: Peach
Email address: Peach1250@aol.com 
Fandom: X-Files
Pairings: Skinner/Krycek 
Warnings: This story contains explicit m/m sex. If these things 
bother you *GO AWAY NOW*  
Discipline master/slave relationship. *****There is a scene that will 
be considered non-com by some readers. This was not the case. I wrote 
it. I know what they were thinking and that's all there is to 
that.****
Rating: NC17
Date: 04/09/01
Archive: DitB, RatB, SKSA,WWOMB Others just ask
Disclaimer: The characters of Skinner, Krycek, Scully, and Mulder and 
the X-Files belong to Chris Carter, 1013 Productions and the Fox 
Network. No copyright Infringement is intended, no money is being 
made. 
Summary: Walter is reminded why he shouldn't be late getting home 
from work.
NOTE: Ok this is the result of being stuck in Dallas traffic and 
putting together two things posted to the list in the past week. 1) 
Alex's whiskey shot voice: thank you Kristen for that comment and 2) 
Anika for
wanting Walter as a sub. So I thank you both for the inspiration and 
hope you enjoy the results. I also thank my BB (that's Brutal Beta to 
you guys) Jose for her wonderful guidance, suggestions, giggles and 
for not whapping me up side the head (I know sometimes she would like 
to). She made this story a lot longer than I intended with all those 
suggestions. They were *so* good and the boys do love any excuse to 
play.

AU: Canon was thrown out the window and probably will be from now on 
in my stories. Our Rat will never die! For purposes of clarification 
in this universe the relationship between Skinner and Krycek has been 
going on for 6 years. For those that don't know (which will probably 
be most of you) JD green label is made by Jack Daniels: it is sold in 
only 7 states. The bottle has a green and gold label. My son and one 
of my best friends tell me it is the smoothest whiskey in the world.



I was staring down at a report while the agents across the desk from 
me sweated. They should be sweating: I was considering a transfer to 
Alaska for them both. I had read the report three times trying to 
figure out how Brown, who had been with the agency for twenty years, 
let something so routine turn into a cluster fuck. 

My cell phone rang and since I needed a distraction, I answered it. 

"Skinner."

There was enough of a pause to let me know who was on the other end 
before he spoke.

"Walter, what time is it?"

His voice poured over me like the finest quality whiskey. My cock 
stood up, straining to get to him. It's too stupid to know that he's 
miles away. I looked at my watch and groaned inside. Fuck! I was in 
deep shit. He had told me in great detail while fucking me in the 
shower that morning the plans he had for our evening and weekend. It 
had been a year since he had made me his. Since I was collared. Our 
anniversary. God! I was in so much trouble. My cock didn't care; all 
it cared about was getting to the owner of that deep sexy voice.

"I've been detained. I'm debriefing two of my agents. I didn't 
realize how late it is."

"You aren't alone. I understand. So I won't ask you what you should 
be doing right now. I'll tell you, shall I?" 

My cock hardened even more."Yes." I didn't dare say no, that would 
only heap the shit deeper.

"You should be on you knees right now, servicing me. You have forty-
five minutes to get here. Every minute past that will add another 
stripe to your ass. Guess it's a good thing it's Friday since I don't 
think you'll be comfortable sitting tomorrow. I expect you to be hard 
when you get here."

The phone went dead and for a minute I forgot the two men across the 
desk. I couldn't believe I had almost come when he'd said 'stripe to 
your ass'. I guess you know your lover owns you when his voice alone 
can make you hard. I knew if he had told me to come, I would have. 
Right there in my pants, in my chair, in my office, in front of my 
agents. 

"Sir, are you alright?"

"Yes, I'm fine. I forgot an important engagement."

"You probably should have called her. They hate it when you don't 
call."

"Yes, I'm very award of that. Let's leave this until Monday, shall 
we? I'm sure the time will allow you to reflect on your actions. I 
expect you to be here first thing with a better explanation than you 
have given me so far."

They hurried to leave my office. When they were out the door, I 
dropped my head in my hands and moaned. I heard a snicker from the 
outer office.

"Looks like old Stoneface is in love."

"Yeah, and she wears the pants."

I wanted to get up and fling my door open to growl at them but I 
didn't dare. If they thought my reaction to the call was bad, I could 
just imagine what gossip would be going around about me on Monday if 
they saw my raging hard-on. I thanked god that it was winter and I 
had my trench coat to hide the erection that I knew wouldn't see 
relief for hours. If then. 

How could I have fucked up this way? I berated myself all the way 
home. I knew it wasn't really anger he was feeling. Yes, he tops me 
and yes, I answer to *slave* and yes, he uses various implements to 
stripe my ass and back. But he loves me. I have no doubts about that 
and today is special for us. Once again I have let my fucking career 
get in the way of my relationship. I hoped he would whip me raw.

I pulled into the driveway and hit the ground running. I opened the 
door to find him waiting in the hall tapping a crop against his leg. 
I closed the door and immediately began to strip. When I was naked I 
knelt before my master and opened his fly taking his cock in my mouth.

The first blow of the crop startled me. I moaned around his flesh and 
continued to suck him as the crop continued to land on my back. I 
deserved this and more. I had hurt the man I love beyond all reason. 
The blows stopped and he began to thrust deep into my throat.

Several hard thrusts later, he was shooting down my throat. His hand 
clutched at my shoulder, digging in deep to anchor him to me. I held 
him in my mouth until he softened and pulled back. Then I bent low 
and rested my head on his feet. 

He stood there panting for a few minutes, not saying anything to me. 
Finally, he nudged me with his foot.

"You didn't come, did you? I swear I'll take the hide off you if you 
came."

"No, Master. I didn't come. I'm sorry for being late, Master. I have 
no excuse. My Master's desires should come before anything else. 
Please, punish me for my bad behavior."

I waited for him to say or do something. He said nothing for a long 
time, while I beat myself up internally.  An outsider seeing me now 
would think our relationship very one sided. Him standing above me, 
me on my knees, my head on the floor, my ass in the air. They 
wouldn't understand the peace I normally feel when awaiting his 
pleasure. There is a freedom in giving yourself up to someone. 

"I'm very angry with you right now, Walter. I gave you instructions 
this morning, did I not?"

"Yes, Master."

"What were those instructions?" My cock twitched with every word. I 
never understood the term *whiskey shot voice* until he came into my 
life. The first time he spoke to me, I got hard. You can imagine my 
consternation: me, a married man, getting a hard-on for a man's voice.

"To be home by seven, clean, naked and on my knees servicing you."

"What were you promised in return for being on time and performing 
that service?"

"That you would allow me to service you anally and to come inside 
you."

"I don't think you deserve that now, do you?"

"No, Master." My voice little more than a whisper. His foot nudged me 
again.

"Get up, go downstairs and lie on your side on the table."

I moved quickly to do as I was told. The massage table had been 
covered with a bathsheet. I lay down on my side as instructed and 
pulled my knees up. I knew he would be coming soon with the bag. I 
hate enemas but they are worth it for the pleasure he gives me after 
the discomfort. 

While I lay there I remembered how he had taken me in the shower that 
morning. His hand moving over my soap slick body as he pounded into 
me. His voice telling me of his plans for our weekend. His hand 
bringing me to climax just before he came inside me. Then my guilt 
kicked in again.

I'm sure that in some master slave relationships, the slave is 
unfulfilled. This has not been the case for me. He has often made me 
wait for hours to come, but he has always let me come. I thought this 
night would be the exception. I knew I had hurt him deeply. Despite 
the fact that he is the master here, he still has his insecurities. 
Late at night, in the dark he tells them to me. 

After a year, he still doesn't believe me when I say it's forever. He 
thinks he is just my mid-life crisis. 

I heard him coming, his boots loud on the bare wooden stairs. I soon 
heard the sound of the IV rack being moved toward the table. I forced 
my muscles to relax. His hand rubbed along my spine, down to squeeze 
my ass. Then the nozzle was being inserted. I felt the warm water 
begin to flow into my body. I was surprised, as angry as I had made 
him, I expected to get ice water. When the pressure made me 
uncomfortable, I moaned.

"Can you take the rest, Walter?"

"If master wishes me to. I will do anything to make it up to you. I'm 
so sorry."

"I expect you will be even more sorry before the night is over."

The combination of his voice and the threats made my cock jerk 
against my belly. He closed off the bag before the last of the water 
filled me. Allowing air to enter would have made it more painful, and 
again, I was surprised. 

"Turn on you back, legs down."

I obeyed him instantly, despite the additional discomfort being flat 
would cause me. He took my cock in his hand and began to pump me. I 
knew without being told that I had better not come. He knew, of 
course, when the cramps started, but he continued his assault on me. 
The whole purpose, to keep me hard through the pain.

"Alright, you can go now. Shower after and shave. I could feel your 
beard earlier. Do I need to remind you that you are not allowed to 
come?"

"No, Master." 

I hurried to the bathroom, clenching my cheeks so I wouldn't make a 
mess. That would be all I needed, to loose my water on the way. I'd 
probably get ten additional stripes for that. I used the toilet then 
got into the shower. I scrubbed quickly but completely. Then got out 
and shaved carefully, making sure that my cheeks were smooth. 

I returned to the basement to find him sitting in his leather chair. 
I moved quickly to kneel in front of him, putting my head on his feet 
as before, my ass up, my hands resting in the small of my back. He 
leaned forward and I felt my cuffs being fastened around my wrist.

"Kneel up." 

I had learned to do this gracefully in our years together. The choke 
collar was dropped over my head resting like ice around my throat. 
His finger slipped through the ring and he pulled it tight enough to 
place light pressure around my neck.

"Who do you belong to, slave."

"You, Master. I am privileged to belong to you."

His voice was hard as he sneered at me, "Privileged? If you wish to 
remain privileged I suggest you obey me in the future. Go wait for me 
at the cross."

I rose to my feet and moved across the room to stand in front of the 
cross, waiting as I was told. I heard him open the cabinet that 
contains the toys he uses on me. I listened carefully, trying to 
figure out what he was getting out to use. Not that it mattered, I 
would accept whatever he wanted to do to me tonight. 

I heard his steps again as he came to stand behind me.

"Turn." 

I turned to face him. He reached to fasten a leather ring on me. His 
way of helping me control myself. I didn't think I would need the 
help tonight. Knowing I had hurt him would go a long way toward 
keeping me in line. 

"Face the cross." 

I turned and spread my legs, lifting my hands. He soon had me 
secured, all but the waist belt. He didn't always use it but it was a 
comfort when he did, it gave me a more grounded feeling. He walked 
around the cross and stood looking at me.  His green eyes so pain 
filled. 

Again I wanted to kick myself. The day I accepted his collar, I made 
a vow to myself that I would never hurt him the way I had Sharon. 
That he would some day understand that the love I felt for him was 
beyond anything I had ever felt for anyone else. I sure fucked that 
up today. 

"I'm sorry, Alex. I love you."

"Do you?"  His voice a husky whisper.

The shutter had dropped over his eyes. He leaned forward, hand 
gripping my jaw he kissed me hard, his teeth biting at my lips, his 
tongue invading my mouth. It was demanding, rough, and possessive. 
Without the ring, I would have shot all over the cross. So much for 
thinking I was in control of anything. When he let me go, we were 
both panting.

He dropped his hand and I heard the chains clipping to the cock ring. 
Without the waist belt that meant that if I jerked, the ring would 
cut into me. I choked down a moan, knowing it would anger him even 
more. I deserved the pain. He had asked very little of me in our time 
together. I should have at least gotten this right. 

He raised his hand to rub his thumb over my lip, holding it up to 
show me the drop of blood resting there.  Then he raised it to his 
mouth and licked it clean. I watched his eyes until he moved to 
circle behind me.
I felt his hand trace along the muscles of my back. I was working out 
more frequently now. He was insistant that I take good care of 
myself.  He was watching my diet as well, red meat being on the menu 
only once a week now. 

I could hear his footsteps behind me but they gave me no clue as to 
what he was doing. When the cat landed on my back, I jerked with the 
surprise of it more than the pain. It was a very lightweight cat, one 
designed to mark more than hurt. It would leave a beautiful pattern 
on my back. The blows were distributed over my back and ass. I wasn't 
even aware of the moans I had started making until he walked around 
me and pushed the gag into my mouth. 

This time, when he moved behind me, he brought his crop down hard on 
my ass. I jerked reflexively trying to avoid the next blow. That only 
succeeded in causing the cock ring to dig into my flesh. I was a mass 
of pain from shoulders down to the tops of my thighs. That pain 
couldn't compete with the pain of knowing I had ruined his evening. 
That I had made him doubt my love again. 

I saw the crop hit the wall as he threw it past me. Then his hand was 
gripping me hard as he rammed his cock up inside me. I screamed 
although not much of the sound got past the gag. During all this I 
hadn't lost my erection. It wasn't just the cock ring keeping me 
hard. It was giving myself up to him. Letting him take control. Being 
owned by him. 

He took me hard and fast, pounding deep inside me. I hung there 
wanting to push back against him, but not daring to for fear of my 
balls being damaged by the cock ring. He was panting as he nuzzled 
into my throat. Then his teeth closed on me, making my cock jerk with 
the need to come. I was having difficulty getting enough air. I could 
have spit out the gag, he hadn't fastened it, but I wouldn't dare 
without his permission.

"Spit it out, Walter. I don't want you passing out. I want you to 
feel every stroke of your master's cock inside you."

I spit it out and took a deep breath. Even in his anger, he was 
taking care of me. I had passed out from the pleasure mixed with pain 
once. My weight pulling down on the cuffs had cut my wrists. He 
played it off as not liking *his property* damaged, but I saw the 
pain in his eyes as he cleaned and dressed them.

"Who do you belong to, slut?"

"You, Master, only you."

"Who uses this hole?"

"Only you, Master."

"Are you ready to receive the gift of my come?"


"Yes, Master. Thank you."

My cock had twitched with each question whispered in my ear by his 
sexy voice. His hand tightened and he slammed inside me once more 
growling as I felt his cock jerking inside me. His head dropped to 
rest on my shoulder. I felt the ghost of a kiss on my skin. His hand 
slid down my groin and I heard the snap of the cock ring open.

"Come for me, my beloved." His voice so gentle, a bare whisper of 
sound mixed with his panting as he sucked air into his lungs.

My ears processed the command. My brain never heard him but my cock 
did. It jerked and painted the cross with long ropes of my come. I 
leaned into the cross letting it hold up me and my master, my lover, 
my heart.

He pulled slowly out of me and my body protested his loss with a 
moan. I heard him move across to the sink and the sound of water 
running. Then he was back pouring lukewarm water over me from the 
small bucket we kept there. Washing off the sweat, cleaning the 
stripes on my back and ass. The bucket was dropped and he unfastened 
the cuffs. Ankles first then a wrist, pulling my arm to rest on his 
shoulders as he undid the other.

"Come, love, you need to rest."

I raised the hand that wasn't resting on his shoulder to caress his 
face. He ducked his head away from me and pulled me toward the 
stairs. He always refuses to look me in the eyes after a strong 
session. He led me to our bed and settled me under the covers. I was 
asleep before he got to the bathroom door.

Some time later, I swam up from my dreams to the sounds of ragged 
breathing. I reached for him, pulling him close to me. He was 
dreaming again, the dreams he said he couldn't remember. I'm not sure 
what happened in his past, I just know that it haunts him still. He 
settled like he always does when I hold him. I hate that he has the 
dreams but love that I can comfort him. I drifted back to sleep.

Later, I woke to the feel of his hand soothing aloe gel over my back 
and ass. He bent to kiss me tenderly. 

"Lie still, my beautiful slave, and I'll bring us up some food."

He left the room and I eased out of the bed, going to the closet to 
get his gift. I may have been late getting home but I had bought his 
gift over a month ago. I was nervous, afraid he wouldn't like it but 
I hoped it would help him feel loved again. I sat the small box on 
the bedside table on his side of the bed.

He came back, setting a small tray on the dresser and came over to 
the bed, pushing pillows under my chest to lift me up. Then he 
settled on the bed next to me with the tray, and began feeding me. 
Bite size chunks of bread, cheese, and fruit placed carefully in my 
mouth, avoiding the injury there. I love the quiet time with him. I'd 
suffer the pain for the tender way he cares for me after. Even if I 
didn't get great sex as well. 

After we ate, he set the tray aside and slid down in the bed next to 
me, wrapping his hand around the back of my neck. He lay there just 
kissing me light, 'I love you' kisses. When the kisses stopped, I 
spoke to him for the first time since we had come up to bed.

"I have a gift for you. It's on your bedside table. I guess it's a 
good thing I didn't wait for the last minute to shop, huh?"

His eyes opened, looking surprised. He was always so surprised when I 
gave him presents. He rolled silently away from me and reached to 
pick up the gift he hadn't noticed before. Propping himself up 
against the headboard of the bed, he opened the box. I always had his 
gifts wrapped so that all he had to do was lift the lid.

I watched his eyes as he looked down at the contents. His hand moved 
to caress the heavy gold necklace that lay in the box. It had been 
made to my specification so no one else would ever have one like it. 
The chain was wide and flat so he could wear it all the time. The 
center was a flat gold bar that had been engraved with AK & WS in 
English and in Russian. The K became a vine that wrapped through the 
arches of the W and twinned up the S. I wanted to put something 
really sappy on it but was afraid he would reject it if I did that. 

"It's beautiful, Walter. Thank you. Put it on for me."

I scrambled up to my knees, taking it from his hand and securing it 
around his throat. His hand stroked it as he stared into my eyes. 
Then he reached out to rub along the choke chain that was still 
around mine.

"I think mine is much nicer than yours. We'll have to do something 
about that."

Leaning toward me, he kissed me again. Not gentle this time but 
possessive. By the time he let me go, I was panting.

"Go get your silver ring."

I rose from the bed and went to get the sterling silver cock ring 
he'd given me for Christmas. When I turned back, he was sitting on 
the edge of the bed. I walked to him and he took it from me, 
carefully manipulating my cock and balls through the ring. He smiled 
up at me then bent, taking me in his mouth. It didn't take much to 
get me rock hard. When I was, he pulled back.

"I think it's time for you to pleasure your master. I want you in me, 
Walter. I want you pulling out all but the head then pushing back in 
slowly to the hilt. You aren't going to come for a long time but I 
expect to come at least twice. Understand?"

He lay back on the bed turning on his side so I could spoon up 
against him. I got the lube, crawled on the bed next to him. Using a 
generous portion to open him for me, then coating my cock. No need 
for a condom since we knew we were both clean. 

I pushed slowly inside him, savoring the feel of him. He doesn't let 
me do this often so it is doubly sweet when he does. I enjoy making 
love to his body. I wrapped my arms around him and began thrusting 
slowly in and out of his body as he had instructed. I sucked at his 
throat and he arched his head back giving me better access. 

He is so tight, so hot. I love being allowed to pleasure him this 
way. He had told me once that a man would have to be a fool to own me 
and not want me in him occasionally. Told me he had never seen such a 
beautiful huge cock. I had been told before that I was big but it 
never pleased me like it did when he said it. He allowed me to do as 
I liked for a while then he pulled my hand down to wrap around him.

"Make me come, Walter." Harsh deep commanding voice washing over me, 
making me harder if that were possible. 

I wrapped my hand around his cock, fisting him in the way he had 
taught me. One of his legs lifted to wrap up over my legs so I could 
push in deeper and have more access to his cock. His hand curled up 
around my neck again, holding me close. His moans telling me he was 
close. 

"Now! Hard!"

I pulled out of him then rammed up inside him as deep and hard as I 
could, feeling him begin to jerk in my fist. I watched with 
satisfaction as his come spurted across the sheets. I went still 
inside him, knowing he would want the feeling of me impaling him as 
his climax rolled through him. My hand stilled as well, just holding 
him as he came back to earth.

I heard a soft chuckle, "Damn, you just keep getting better and 
better at that."

He twisted so he could kiss me. We lay quiet, me wrapped around him 
and still rock hard inside him. I think he dosed briefly. I was 
thinking my balls would turn blue and drop off before he woke when he 
wiggled against me. My signal to begin again. 

So, once more, I began moving in him. He lasted longer this time. Not 
that I minded, like I said this didn't happen often. I thought he 
would let me come after the second time he did, but he just snuggled 
down and slept again. 

His nap was longer this time and I was truly in pain when he wiggled 
forward and pulled off me. I moaned as the last inch of me left his 
body. He turned toward me smiling.

"You want to come, don't you?"

"Yes, Master."

"Alex."

"Please, Alex."

"Soon, beloved."

He had turned so our erections were pressing together. His hand 
wrapped around us both, his thumb smearing my pre-come onto his cock 
and his onto mine. He squeezed our cocks together, stroking slowly. I 
moaned low in the back of my throat as his talented hand worked first 
one then the other of my balls back through the ring. He slipped it 
off me then rolled onto his back, gesturing me to move between his 
legs. 

I positioned myself and lifted his ass high, entering him in one 
smooth stroke. Bending down to him, I kissed him deeply. This was 
Alex, my lover. My master had left and I was free to make love to 
Alex. I tried to hold back but I had been hard too long and Alex was 
so tight and hot.

"Nooooooooooooooo! Fuck!"

I heard his chuckle. Then he was milking me as I shot uncontrollably 
inside him. He held me until my breathing evened out again. Then I 
worked my way down, taking him in my mouth. I had become quite good 
at sucking cock. 

He had long ago given me permission to suck him any time I wanted. I 
remember the day he had told me that. It had been a Saturday and I 
had spent most of the day between his legs. I had even wakened him 
during the night. He had groaned, shot down my throat then told me 
that he expected me to let him sleep for the rest of the night. I 
felt proud that I had become so good at giving him pleasure. The next 
day, my jaws had been so sore I couldn't talk, couldn't eat. He had 
smiled, made me a milkshake then fucked me through the mattress. 

He groaned, then I tasted his hot musk, swallowed, not wanting to 
loose a single drop. I held him in my mouth until he softened. He 
reached for me and I wiggled up to lie next to him. He kissed me 
again, slipping inside my mouth to taste himself. I was drifting off 
when I heard him whisper against my ear.

"Happy Anniversary, Walter. I love you."


+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++


He's sleeping. My big bear. The covers are twisted and half off the 
bed. I'd go cover him but I know he doesn't need them. His body heat 
is higher than any one I've ever slept with. Not that there had been 
that many. Until him, I never wanted a long-term relationship. The 
others were just fucks. He has crawled inside my heart and I would 
die if I lost him. 

The master is himself enslaved. 

I sit in the big chair across from him that I use in our games when I 
make him perform for me. He was so shy about jerking off in front of 
me at first, now he enjoys the show since he knows that it will end 
with me in his glorious ass. I'm proud of the fact that I am the only 
one ever to fuck his ass. He was a virgin that first time with me. 
I'm determined to be the only one to have him that way. 

I knew I could have him the first day we met. I spoke and he got 
hard. I didn't look down at his crotch. I didn't need to. His 
breathing and the way he shifted and the puzzled look in his eyes 
told me. At the time, I had no idea how shocked he was to find 
himself with a hard-on that had my name on it. I just figured that I 
was his type, that he was bi. I knew he was married, so that meant bi 
to me since he had been with her a long time.

I had seen his car as I was leaving that night so I went back. I got 
a folder that could have waited until the next day and took it up to 
his office. His inner door was open and I could see him rubbing his 
eyes. It was after eight, the building mostly deserted. He looked 
tired. I had almost decided to wait until another time when he looked 
up at me. 

"Sorry, Sir. I thought you had left for the evening. Just wanted to 
drop this off before I left." I smiled my best smile at him. I knew I 
had dropped my voice. I've known for some time how my voice effects 
people. Feeling his reaction earlier made me want to see it again.

He put his glasses back on, trying to hide from me, but his breathing 
gave him away again.

"What is that, Agent?"

"Oh, it can wait until morning, Sir. You're probably getting ready to 
go home." 

"If it's important enough for you to be here this late maybe I should 
look at it."

I moved toward him, wanting to press the advantage. I hadn't planned 
to do anything more than make him aware of me again tonight, but 
something in his voice made me want to see how far I could push it. 
So instead of handing the file to him across his desk, I walked to 
stand beside him, putting it in his hand. 

As he opened it on the blotter, I leaned forward so that I brushed 
against him as I pointed to the coroner's report that was in the 
file. His sharp intake of breath, the shifting of his body told me 
that he was very aware of me. I could see the pulse in his throat 
jump. I dropped my hand onto his shoulder as casually as I could 
manage.

"As you can see, Sir, the coroner places time of death as 1a.m. The 
suspect has an air-tight alibi for that time. He was still at the bar 
with numerous witnesses." 

He was staring at the report but I don't think he was seeing 
anything. At my touch, his pulse jumped again. I moved my hand slowly 
up toward his bare throat, watching for any sign of rejection on his 
part. I smiled as his eyes closed and his head tilted to the side. He 
had opened his collar and discarded his tie, probably as soon as Kim 
had left for the day. Since I knew my voice affected him, I continued 
speaking.

"I think we may have to go back to square one with this, unless Agent 
Mulder has one of his leaps of logic."

"Mmmmm."

My fingers had reached the open collar and I let them slip inside to 
rub his bare skin. Looking down I saw the bulge in his slacks grow. 
Time to step up the heat. I moved my hand lower, slipping my fingers 
farther under the shirt to rub against his collarbone. His eyes 
opened then and I saw the lust overwritten with the terror. His hand 
rose in slow motion and he grabbed my wrist. I saw for just a second 
the desire to push me away then he was lost as I whispered his name.

"Walter."

"God!"

Then his chair was pushed back and he pulled me down in his lap. His 
mouth was hungry on mine. I wrapped my arms around him and began 
staking my territory.  I knew he was used to being in control so I 
had to let him know fast that I would control this. I was top; he 
would be my bottom. I held him as I devoured his mouth. 

Reaching down, I ripped his shirt open, buttons flying across the 
room. He moaned as I bit his tongue. My hands found his nipples and I 
pinched them hard. Another loud moan made into my mouth. Not a single 
move to stop me or slow me down. He must like it rough, bet he never 
got that from his wife. I had managed to find out during the day that 
he was separated from her, from Sharon. 

I pulled back from him, holding his head with both hands.

"Look at me!" A command but one spoken in my best bedroom voice.

His eyes fluttered open. His mouth was already bruised and swollen. 
His eyes dark with lust. At that moment I knew I would own him, 
someday. 

"Have you ever done this before?"

"No."

"Am I the first man you've wanted like this?"

"Yes."

One word replies seemed to be all that he was capable of producing. 
That was fine, I wasn't interested in his conversation abilities 
right now. I *was* interested in the contents of his pants which I 
could feel growing harder by the second under me. I pulled him to me 
again, biting his bottom lip, then pushing my tongue into his mouth. 
He immediately began to suck at it. I was surprised his wife hadn't 
hung around for the kisses alone. I decided I didn't want his first 
time to be a quick fuck on his desk. How to get him out of here and 
to my place or his without him getting cold feet was another issue.

I kissed along his jaw line, down to his throat, marking him where it 
would show above his collar. He just moaned and tilted his head 
allowing me more contact. So I worked my way down then bit him hard 
at what I think of as the vampire spot. His hands tightened their 
hold on me and I felt his cock twitch under me. Moving back up to 
suck on his ear lobe, I whispered to him.

"You want me?"

"Yes."

"You want this?" Pulling his hand to cover my hard-on.


"Yes."

"Take me home, now."

"Yes."

I'm not completely clear how but we got out of the building and to 
his place. He drove and I reminded his cock to stay hard simply by 
opening his fly once we were out of the garage. I kept my hand just 
busy enough to keep him off balance. I was very pleased with his 
moans and sighs on the trip home. Pleased as well at the stallion I 
was working. How the fuck could Sharon leave such a great kisser with 
such a fucking huge cock? The woman must be insane. 

Once we were at his place, he led me to the bedroom and tried to take 
charge. No, that wouldn't be happening. I let him think he was 
running things only until we were naked and on the bed. Then I began 
teaching him the wonders of sex with Alex Krycek. 

I pushed him onto his back and began to assault his neck again. As I 
worked my way down his body, I enjoyed the noises he made for me. I 
paid close attention to each and every moan and sigh. Now that I knew 
it was his first time, I also knew that in the cold light of morning 
he would panic or at least pull back. 

I knew I had to make it so good for him that he would want it again. 
Since I planned on being on top, it was all the more important. He 
would have an easier time rationalizing the whole thing if I let him 
top me. I couldn't do that for two reasons. One, he needed to 
understand from the beginning that I was his top. Second, if I let 
him top me, it would be harder to control him when I needed to. Even 
then I knew our lives would be interwoven for as long as we lived. 

When I took him in my mouth, he arched up against me.

"Jesus H Christ!"

I watched as his head jerked, his eyes stared at me. Disbelief mixed 
with his lust now. Lust winning out as I deep throated him. A rich, 
deep moan rolled from deep in his chest, his head rocked back in a 
disjointed out of control way.  

Oh, yeah, he was going to be mine. 

I played along his cock, enjoying the taste and smell of him. When I 
sucked his balls into my mouth, I got another hosanna from him. Funny 
how some men discover religion, others profanity when having their 
dick sucked. Walter, I would find out before the night was over, got 
religion during oral activities and profane once my cock was up his 
ass. 

When I was sure he was deep into the sensations I was giving him, I 
pushed his legs up high so I could get to his ass. Usually I'm very 
picky about this but even after a long day he still smelled clean and 
I wanted him as turned on as possible. Totally safe sex was going to 
give him too much time to think. So I took a calculated risk. No risk 
at all it turned out.

More religion pouring from his now hoarse throat. When I thought he 
was turned on enough, I leaned over the side of the bed, grabbed my 
pants, fished for one of the lubricated condoms that was in my 
pocket. I covered his cock again with my mouth as I got the condom 
open and onto my cock.  

I worked my way back up to his nipples and bit them again. His eyes 
barely fluttered. His cock was leaking and I knew he would come soon 
with very little additional help from me. I rose up onto my knees, 
looking down at him. There was a rosy flush to his skin. He was 
breathing in short pants, trying to fill his lungs. I had never seen 
anything so beautiful. 

I moved my hand and began working my fingers inside him. His eyes 
opened and he stared up at me. That was the first time I saw fear in 
his eyes. It wasn't fear of being fucked, it was fear of liking it 
too much. Time to use my weapon on him again.

"Walter, you are so tight. I'm going to make this so good for us 
both."  I sent that *whiskey shot* voice he loves so well washing 
over him, weaving a spell he would never escape, not even when I had 
to betray him. 

As I shifted to impale him, he regained his voice. "Wait!" he croaked 
at me. "I've got KY in the bathroom."

I bent and kissed him hard. 

"Where?"

"The cabinet on the left."

I slipped off the bed and walked quickly to the bathroom. Smiling.  I 
quickly found the tube. Participation, this was a good thing. I came 
out of the bathroom to find that he had moved to the middle of the 
bed. And that it had been long enough for his nerves to kick in. 
Well, I knew the cure for that.

"Walter, do you have any idea how sexy you look? There is this 
beautiful flush to your skin. Your body is even better than I 
expected it to be." 

As I talked, my voice as deliberately deep as I could make it, I got 
back on the bed with him. I dropped the lube next to his hip and 
moved to get him feeling instead of thinking. I bent and pulled the 
head of his cock into my mouth, sucking hard and wringing another 
Jesus from him. I kept sucking as I grabbed the lube and began 
working him open. I raised my head to weave my siren song around him 
again. 

"You taste so good. Such a big beautiful cock, so well formed, feels 
like silk over steel."

As I talked, I continued to stretch him. His head went back, his 
breath harsh as he tried to get enough air. When I lifted his legs, 
his eyes opened again. The only thing I saw this time was need. I 
pushed against him, slipping just the head inside. Holding his eyes 
and watching for pain, I slowly moved forward and back, each time 
forcing more of my cock inside him. When I felt my balls against his 
ass, I kissed him. 

That's when he moved from religion to profanity. 

"Fuck, it didn't hurt."  

He sounded surprised. I chuckled. Tonight was seduction, pain would 
come later.

"It doesn't have to hurt." 

I stayed still in him and kissed him again. Trailing a line of kisses 
and bites down his jaw to his throat, lingering there to suck new 
marks on his skin. Then down to his nipples to bite hard. He arched 
into the bites. Yeah, he liked rough. I smiled against his skin. He 
was ready. I began to thrust into him then, a slow almost lazy 
rhythm. Pulling almost completely out then pushing back in.

When the whimpers began, I changed from slow to short hard jabs into 
his heat.

"Fuck! Please!"

"Please?"

"Need to come……..fuck me harder! SHIT!!!!!!!!"

His cock exploded sending a geyser of come into the air between us. 
His ass locked down on me like a bitch in heat. I screamed as it 
pushed me over. His hands were clutching at me and his eyes open, the 
ecstasy and wonder there trapping me. No one had ever looked at me 
like that. At that moment, everyone before him became just a fuck, 
even the ones I thought I had loved. I know I came, but that was 
secondary to the knowledge that he was now mine and I was his.

The phone ringing brought me out of my daydreams. I watched as he 
twisted trying to get to the phone, tangling the covers even more. I 
got up and moved to untangle him as he got it.

"Skinner."

He smiled briefly at me as I untangled the blankets from him. The 
smile disappeared as he listened.

"Fuck, Mulder, don't you ever at least try to obey regulations? What 
am I saying? Of course not.  If you did, I wouldn't be getting a call 
at three a.m. All right, I'll get there as soon as I can. Try not to 
cause any more trouble."

He hung up and reached for me.

"So what has the problem child done now?" I asked as I moved into his 
arms. I felt his lips brush against my hair.

"Pissed off the locals again. I have to fly to Chicago. Will you make 
me a reservation while I pack? Then you can give me a proper goodbye 
in the shower."

A long loving kiss, then he was up and pulling out his garment bag. I 
made the reservations while he packed then we said that goodbye in 
the shower. I got back in our bed after I kissed him goodbye at the 
door. I was dreaming when something pulled me awake.  A nagging fear 
at the back of my mind telling me something was wrong. I tried to 
push it away but couldn't. 

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

I sank into the seat of the plane cursing Mulder. It was Saturday. I 
should be home getting my ass reamed by my lover, not be sitting on a 
plane to fucking Chicago. Disengage, Walter. Breathe. Think of more 
pleasant things, like the happiness you gave Alex this past week.  

The last weekend I had been late getting home. Normally that wouldn't 
have been that big a deal but it was our anniversary. He had given me 
explicit instructions that morning. He had made plans for our special 
day and I had fucked up. His anger was secondary to his pain. It's a 
good thing he loves me so much or he would have given up on me a long 
time ago. 

We had a wonderful weekend after I had been properly punished for my 
disobedience. Of course, I was so sore Monday morning that I could 
barely sit in my chair. But I had a smile on my face. Now I turned 
toward the window to hide my silly grin from anyone going down the 
aisle. 

I guess that some people would see his tests of me as embarrassing. I 
see them as a way of his letting me prove how important he is to me. 
He owns me. It's simple really. He had warned me that he would be 
making *requests* of me during the week. I need to give him back a 
little of what he has given me.

The first test had been on Monday afternoon as I was briefing Mulder 
and Scully on their current case. My cell phone had rung, I excused 
myself and answered.

"Skinner."

"Walter, are you alone?"

"No. I'm briefing Agents Mulder and Scully."

The whiskey began to flow, "Excellent." My cock hardened. "Who do you 
belong to, slut?"

"You."

Mulder asked if I needed a minute. 

"Tell him no."

"No, Mulder. I'll only be a moment."

"Very good, Walter. Are you hard, slave?"

"Yes, of course." By this point I have no idea how I was keeping my 
voice from sliding down into the bedroom tones that only he hears.

"I want you to remember how I took you in the shower this morning. 
Close your eyes. Feel me. My hand squeezing your cock as I ram inside 
you."

I sucked in a strangled breath. I knew Mulder and Scully must be 
staring at me by now. The whiskey continued to wash over me, I was 
painfully hard and knew that I was leaking.

"I love fucking my slave first thing in the morning. Plunging into 
your hot welcoming hole. Feeling you tighten on me, milking me as I 
shoot inside you."

His voice was curling around my hindbrain, the part that recognizes 
only survival and procreation. We won't be procreating but het 
couples don't do that every time they have sex either. Survival? When 
you love someone as I love him then, yeah, I need him to survive.

"You love your master's cock in your ass, don't you, slave?"

A strangled, "Yes." Somewhere far away, Scully was asking if I was ok.

"Tell her you are fine, Walter."

"I'm fine, Agent Scully. Just a little personal issue."

I heard a chuckle, "Good, Walter. You're going to come for me soon. 
You'll have to do it quietly since you have company. Can you do that 
for me, love?"

"Yes, I think so."

"After you come for me, I want you to complete your briefing. Then 
you will tell Kim that you are ill and going home. When you get here, 
I'll have your reward ready."

"I understand."

"I'm so proud of my obedient slave. You keep acting like this and 
I'll start thinking you love me."

"I hope so because that's the way it is."

"I love you, my beautiful slave. Come for me."

I felt my cock throb and the wetness spreading across my crotch. I 
sucked in a deep breath. Tried to calm my racing heart.

"Walter? Did you?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Wonderful! I'll see you soon. Your reward will be waiting for you. 
Thank you, beloved."

The phone clicked in my ear and I opened my eyes to see Mulder and 
Scully starring at me as though I was bleeding green.  They again 
asked if I was all right and I stated that I was fine, again just a 
personal issue, nothing for then to be alarmed about. I was 
uncomfortable as hell but underneath pleased that I had followed his 
instructions this time. 

I completed the briefing as quickly as possible and dismissed them. 
Once they were gone, I got gingerly to my feet and grabbed my trench 
coat. Once I had that closed around me I felt better. At least the 
evidence was covered. I opened my office door to tell Kim I was 
leaving only to find Mulder still in the outer office. I was 
irritated that he was still there, irritated that I couldn't tell Kim 
I was sick since I had told him and Scully I was fine. 

"Kim, I have some personal business to take care of. I'll be gone the 
rest of the day and unavailable. Mulder, try to stay out of trouble 
until tomorrow at least."

"Sir, are you sure there isn't anything I can do to help?"

"Quite sure, Mulder. I just need to take care of personal matters 
from time to time like everyone else. Go to Chicago. I'll see you 
when you get back."

I left quickly. My master was waiting and I needed to get home to 
him. The trip home was uncomfortable. Wet spots are like that. 
Especially when the cold wind of the parking garage seemed to seek it 
out. Then, in the heat of the car, it started to dry, sticking to my 
skin. I wanted to get home and get out of my clothes as quickly as 
possible. 

I opened the door to the smell of pineapple, brown sugar, bread 
baking, a chicken roasting. My heart soared. He had planned for me to 
succeed. There *was* no other explanation. He couldn't have done all 
this since our phone call. 

"Alex?"

"Up here, Walter."

I stopped only long enough to hang up my trench coat in the closet 
downstairs then ran up the stairs. I opened our bedroom door to find 
him smoothing the satin sheets onto our bed. He turned and smiled at 
me with such tenderness I thought I would melt into the floor. 

His eyes traveled down my body, seeking the evidence of my obedience. 
I watched as his lips curled up into an even bigger smile. He walked 
toward me with that slow strut that works on me almost as well as his 
voice and my cock started to swell again. 

"Come, love. The tub is ready for you, let's get you out of these wet 
clothes."

The come had dried just enough to my skin and underwear that I lost a 
few skin cells, but I didn't care. He settled me in the tub then 
stripped quickly and stepped in to sit between my legs, resting back 
against me. He snuggled his head on my shoulder, turning now and then 
to suck at my neck. We drifted contently in the pleasure of being 
together.


When the water cooled, he stood while I toweled him dry and reached 
to help me with my back. We pulled on soft sweats and went down to 
eat. Dinner was by candlelight. Few words spoken but his soft touches 
and the light in his eyes telling me how I had pleased him. We 
cleaned up together then he led me upstairs. 

In our room, he pulled me into a long sweet kiss then stepped back 
and pushed down his sweats. Once we were naked, we crashed into one 
another again and fell to the bed kissing. 

"Your master is very pleased with you, slave. Your obedience today 
would make any master proud. As a reward you may choose how we spend 
the rest of the evening. What would you like?"

The pilot's voice interrupted my reverie. We were landing at O'Hare. 
I fucking hate Chicago. Back to Mulder and his crap. Scully was 
waiting when I walked off the plane. Her expression told me more than 
I wanted to know. 

The perp was cornered and Mulder was trying to keep the locals from 
just charging in. We headed for the car. I thought, with any luck, I 
would be on a plane back by morning and would still get to spend most 
of Sunday being ridden by Alex. You know what they say about best 
laid plans. 

We found out the hard way that he had partners. Found out when I took 
a couple of bullets. I was lying in the line of fire for several long 
minutes. Trying to stop the bleeding, each beat of my heart shooting 
more of that fluid from my leg. When I heard someone call for the 
paramedics and felt another hand take over the pressure on my leg, I 
fumbled for my cell phone. Hitting the speed dial for home. I heard 
his beautiful voice.

"Walter?"

"Alex, I'm sorry. I love you."

I don't remember anything after that for a long time.

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

I hadn't been able to shake the feeling that something was wrong. I 
knew the case Mulder was working on was high profile so I got up and 
turned on CNN. They told of the case breaking. Showed the house that 
the suspect was cornered in. I watched as my handsome man moved 
around the scene, calm, in control, issuing commands. 

My heart locked up in my chest when he went down. I could see 
movement so I knew he was alive. I was on my feet cursing Mulder, 
God, the Chicago PD, even the fucking pilot who had flown the plane 
that had taken him there. I had made a reservation of my own to 
Chicago when the phone rang. 

"Walter?"

"Alex, I'm sorry. I love you."

On the TV I saw the phone drop from his hand as I screamed his name. 
One of the men near by picked up the phone.

"Hello?"

"Who is this?"

"I'm Stone. I'm with Chicago PD. Who are you."

"Get fucking Agent Mulder on the phone now!"

Without thought I had used my Master voice. On TV I saw Mulder and 
Scully hurrying toward where they were putting Walter on a stretcher. 
Saw the guy with Walter's phone waving to them, then Mulder's voice 
came on the line.

"This is Agent Mulder. Who is this?"

My voice hard, cold the assassin in control now.

"Mulder, if he dies, you will survive him only for the length of time 
it takes me to get to you. I'm on the next plane there. If he wakes 
for even a minute, you tell him I'm on my way. Tell him he doesn't 
have permission to die. Do you fucking hear me?"

"Krycek, why the fuck did he call you?"

"You're a smart boy, Mulder, figure it out. Get in the vehicle with 
him and stay with him."

I could see him moving toward the emergency transport. When he got 
in, I broke the connection, turned off the TV and headed for the 
door. I had just enough time to make the plane. I settled back in the 
plane and let my mind drift back to when we changed from just fuck 
buddies to owner and owned.

We had continued to see each other even after he had known I had 
betrayed him. I couldn't tell him then what I was really working 
toward. His part would be more convincing if he didn't know. But even 
though he swore he hated me and called me every name in the book, he 
couldn't say no when I used that voice on him or touched him. 

So in the time I could steal to be alone with him, we fucked. In 
public, we tried to kill each other.

I hadn't seen him since I had lost my arm. I felt I was now at a 
disadvantage. Things that had been so easy before would be difficult 
now. I felt ugly. I stayed away as long as I could stand to. I was 
parked across from his place waiting for it to get late. Then I 
intended to go up and see him for what I thought would be the last 
time. 

I know my mouth dropped open when a cab pulled up and he came out the 
door. He was going trolling. It couldn't be any more obvious if he 
had worn a neon sign around his neck. He was wearing tight black 
leather pants and a black silk tee that molded to his chest like a 
second skin. God! When had he bought those, I wondered?  He looked 
like SEX. 

I started the car and pulled out to follow him. I watched him get out 
of the cab in front of a club that I had been to often. In that get 
up, he would have all the little blond boys at his feet. I parked and 
followed him inside. He was at the bar with a drink in his hand. I 
found a spot where I could watch him but he wouldn't see me. 

I was right about the little blond boys. Several tried to pick him 
up. He smiled politely but said no. My back went up when a dark man 
leaned against the bar next to him. Even from where I was standing I 
knew this one would get his attention. I watched Walter smile and 
nod.  He turned to walk toward the dance floor and the man followed 
close. There was a parting of the crowd and I saw his hand cupping 
Walter's ass.

I growled loud enough that a couple of people looked at me then 
quickly backed up. I moved through the crowd toward the floor. If he 
had taken one of the blond boys in the back room and fucked him, I 
would have let it slide. Not this. That is my ass and no one touches 
it but me.

When I got near them on the floor, I saw the prick's hands on 
Walter's hips. Crotches rubbing together in time to the music. I'd 
never seen Walter dance. We had sort of skipped all the courtship 
shit. I knew how he could move in bed, but I had no idea he could 
dance like that. 

My cock hardened.

I moved forward and put my hands on his waist while rubbing my cock 
against his ass. His head turned and his eyes widened. He went still. 
I looked past him at the asshole who was still pressed against 
Walter's crotch. Even in the crazy play of lights, I saw the color 
drain from his face. He stepped back, his hands let go of Walter's 
hips. He turned and almost ran.

Re-focusing on Walter, I let my real hand move to squeeze his cock. 
His eyes were on fire. When I started to move with the music, he 
dropped his head, throat exposed. His body started to move to the 
beat, hips pushing back against me. I bit his throat hard, tasting 
his blood. His cock grew in my hand. 

We moved together as one. The music flowing through us. My teeth 
still buried in his throat. An image flashed in my mind from one of 
those nature shows of a lion holding his female as he fucked her. By 
the time the song ended, we were both fully erect.

When I took his hand to leave the dance floor, he stood still. I 
looked at him standing there, a stubborn expression on his face, 
little flecks of his blood on his throat changing color in the disco 
lights of the dance floor.  Moving back into his personal space, I 
let the whiskey flow.

"Come on, Walter. It's time you learned who owns you. I'm going to 
fuck you raw after I beat your ass for even considering fucking 
someone else."

The stubborn look melted to be replaced with desire. I dropped his 
hand and turned, threading my way through the crowd. I didn't look 
back. The looks of the people I passed told me he was heeling 
obediently behind me. 

He got into the car without a word. When I ordered him to take his 
cock out, he reached for his zipper without even a token protest. I 
drove in silence, trying to get my temper under control. He finally 
spoke when I turned into a private garage.

"Where are we?"

"It's a private club that I'm a member of. I never expected to bring 
you here. You'll be staying the weekend, maybe even next week."

"That's not possible."

"Oh, but it is, if I say you will."

He got that stubborn look again. I almost laughed at him. He looked 
like a little boy about to have a tantrum except for the hard cock 
sticking out of his pants. I pulled into my personal parking space 
and got out, walking around to the trunk to grab my bag. 

"Walter, get out of the car."

He got out, still looking stubborn, and started to shove his cock 
back into his pants.

"No! Leave it. I told you this is a private club. You'll see slaves 
wandering around totally naked. If we run into anyone I know, it will 
please me for them to see my slave is so well endowed."

"I'm not a fucking slave!" he snarled at me.

"Yes, you are. I just never told you before."

I used my new hand to grab his neck, putting on just enough pressure 
to cause fear to flare in his eyes.

"Now, come on. You really don't want to piss me off any more than you 
already have. Why did you go to that place tonight?"

I was leading him to the elevator as I spoke.

"I don't want to talk about it."

I looked at him as we waited for the elevator. It didn't take long 
since my access card had signaled my arrival. I pushed him inside and 
into a corner of the car. I hit the button for the floor of my room 
then turned back to him. I dropped my bag, grabbed his chin, attacked 
his mouth. 

When the bell signaled that the car had stopped, he was clinging to 
the handrails to stay upright. I heard a voice behind me.

"Alexei, where have you been? It's been ages since I've seen you."

I turned to the tall man who had spoken and smiled.

"I've been out of the country. How are you, Brian?"

"Oh, not bad. New toy?"

"No, not new, just never thought I'd have to take him down to this 
level. I caught him in rut on the dance floor at that place down off 
Dupont."

He looked at Walter and smiled, eyes dropping to feast on the sight 
of my aroused stallion. I knew what he was going to ask before it 
came out of his mouth. Still looking at Walter, he spoke.

"You didn't know how Alexei feels about loyalty, did you, boy? His 
boys only play when he tells them to. So, Alexei, how about letting 
him play with Michael?"

He turned to look at his Michael. Michael was clothed in the only 
articles I had ever seen him wear, a slave collar and a cock harness.

"Would you like that cock in you, Michael?"

"Yes, Master. He's beautiful. I've never seen anyone so big."

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see the blush creeping up 
Walter's face. I casually reached back to fondle him without looking 
at him.

"Brian, I have punishment to administer. After that, he will be 
receiving training. He isn't new sexually -- I've been fucking him 
for years -- but this is new to him. I don't think he'll be in any 
condition to play this weekend. But I'll keep it in mind. I think the 
two of them would look beautiful together."

"You mean he's never tasted your whip? Haven't you at least spanked 
him?"

"No. I told you it was just sex but his behavior tonight has to be 
addressed. Come, boy, we're holding up the elevator. See you later, 
Brian."

I picked up my bag without letting go of Walter's cock, and then I 
led him down the hall just by tugging.  I'm not sure what kept him 
quiet on the trip to my room but, considering my mind set, it was a 
good thing. 

Unfortunately, his restraint ended as I shut the door.

"What makes you think I'm going to put up with this? You don't 
honestly think I would *play* with that thing do, you? How the fuck 
do I get out of here?"

That was all it took. I backhanded him hard with my 'new' hand. He 
went down looking stunned. I watched as the blood welled up in the 
wound I had opened up on his cheek. I grabbed him and secured him to 
the foot of the bed before he could recover. Then I stormed into the 
bathroom, slamming the door behind me. 

FUCK! 

It wasn't supposed to go this way. I had planned on light discipline. 
Just enough to make him think twice about going to clubs again. I had 
finished the dance with him at the club to establish my ownership of 
him with the regulars there. And there was the added turn on of 
dancing with him, touching him, feeling him grow hard for me in public

Now that he had shown rebellion and I had lost control, I had to 
choose between going all out or letting him leave. I couldn't let him 
leave. Part of me knew that if I did, I'd never make love to him 
again. The things that had happened to me in Russia had made me 
admit, to myself at least, that I love him beyond all reason.

Well, Alex, it's got to be done so get out there. I got the medicine 
kit and opened the bathroom door. He was sitting as I'd left him, 
didn't look like he had struggled. As strong as he is he could have 
pulled the bed across the room. Not that it would have done him any 
good. The door wouldn't open without the proper code entered into the 
security system. The place is soundproof as well, all things he would 
learn soon. 

I walked toward him and his head raised. The blood was flowing on his 
face and I cringed inside. This wasn't how I had intended to let him 
know my arm was gone. I straddled his legs and dropped down to hold 
them with my weight. 

He didn't say a word as I opened the kit and started to clean the 
wound. He did flinch a little as I used the antiseptic. It wasn't 
very deep so I used a couple of butterflies to close it. 

"I didn't intend to hurt you that way. I'm sorry."

"Oh, really? I seem to recall something being said about beating me 
then fucking me raw. I think this would fall under beating. What the 
hell did you hit me with?"  His voice was dripping with sarcasm.

"Something happened in Russia."

"No shit, Mulder gave me an ear full when he got back."

"Mulder doesn't know everything." 

Reaching with my real hand, I pulled the glove off and flexed the 
*new* hand in front of his face. I saw the flare of shock before he 
tamped it down. Might as well show him everything. Getting up, I 
moved back from him and dropped my jacket on the floor, followed it 
with my shirt. I stood for a long minute as his eyes traveled over 
not just my arm but the rest of my exposed body.

"Who did that to you? Did Mulder have anything to do with it?" The 
sarcasm was gone, replaced with concern I was sure he didn't want to 
feel. Plus I thought I caught a hint of protectiveness as well. 

"No, your precious Mulder didn't have anything to do with it."

"He's not mine. You didn't answer my first question."

"It doesn't matter. It's done, over. What does matter is why you and 
I are here.  Have you been out whoring around? Been hitting the clubs 
a lot?"


"You want the truth?"

"Of course I do, Walter. I thought I had made it clear that you 
belong to me. Then when I come to see you, what do I find? You, 
running out your door, looking like sex on the hoof!" The rage I had 
shown the asshole at the club came back, now directed at Walter.

"I don't fucking belong to you, you bastard."

"Really? Then why is your cock still hard? Your head and your heart 
might not belong to me but that cock and asshole do. No one fucks you 
but me. Before this weekend is over, you will have no doubts about 
that. Since you seem so reluctant to discuss this like adults, let's 
proceed to the punishment portion of our program, shall we?"

He glared at me as I moved across the room, getting the things I 
would need to make it easier to move him from his position at the 
foot of the bed to the cross. Coming back, I sat on his legs again 
and pulled his boots off. Then I fastened a spreader bar to his legs.

He didn't try to fight me and I wondered why. Much later he would 
admit to me that he was so turned on, he was afraid that struggling 
would make him shoot. It was a shock to him to realize how much he 
wanted me to be in control. How much he had missed me. 

I got his hands cuffed together and hauled him to his feet. It took 
him a few steps to get the hang of walking with the bar but he 
managed. Once we got there, I reached into my boot, pulling out my 
knife, thumbed the switch to open it and waved it in front of him.

"You have a choice, Walter. You can behave yourself and keep these 
pretty clothes or I can cut them off you. It really would be a shame 
to loose them because you look so hot in them. After you're properly 
trained I'd like to see you wearing them with your cock hanging out 
while you suck me. Or maybe leaning against the wall, jerking off for 
me."

"I paid a fucking fortune for these pants and you want to cut them 
up?"

"I'm sure they were expensive. You have very good taste. Beautiful 
quality leather. But you didn't answer my question."

"Ok, I'll behave but not so you can enjoy me in them later. Those 
things aren't going to happen." 

His breathing had picked up. I knew then that he was lying. I could 
have pushed him to his knees and pulled out my cock and he would have 
sucked me. But I needed to give him the excuse, needed to let him lie 
to himself that he was forced. He wanted what I was offering but I 
was the villain and he couldn't want me. At that point in his life, 
he wasn't ready to admit that he needed me, wanted me, even loved me.

I pushed him against the cross, pulled his shirt out of his pants and 
fastened the waist belt. I pushed the shirt over his head and down to 
his cuffed wrists. I managed to pull his wrists to one of the 
crossbars, fastened it to the stand just below where the shirt was 
gathered. His pants were next. I pushed them down to his knees. Just 
because he said he would behave didn't mean I was going to take any 
chances. 

I secured a leather strap around each thigh then released the 
spreader bar from one side. I pulled the pants off that leg, secured 
the ankle before moving to do the other. I moved back up to his arms. 
With me behind him, and his body secured that way, he wouldn't be 
able to do much when I took off the cuffs. 

With him secured, I walked around the cross. There is something so 
erotic about having a lover bound, helpless, awaiting your pleasure. 
I grabbed his cock, stroking him. Smiled, as his eyes closed and he 
moaned. As soon as his balls began to tighten, I let go. 

"Not yet, slave. I'll tell you when."

I moved across the room and placed some things on a rolling table and 
moved it near him. Reaching around him, I slipped a cock harness over 
him and pulled it tight enough to keep him hard but not let him come. 
Then I picked up the flogger. This would bring a nice color to his 
skin and, used properly, bring him unexpected pleasure. I worked my 
way up and down his back, even his thighs. 

He didn't make a sound but his panting told me all I needed to know. 
I had opened my pants when I started, to give my cock room. I had 
worn my tightest jeans for him that night. I know how he likes to see 
me dressed. I needed release, so I dropped the flogger and lubed my 
cock. I prepped him quickly but, instead of my usual slow rocking him 
open method, I thrust into him hard and he screamed. 

The first of many screams he would make before the night was over.

It was hard and fast. I hadn't been with anyone since the last time 
with him. Truth to tell, I hadn't wanted anyone else.  I was horny as 
hell and furious with him. So, I guess I hurt him, when all I had 
wanted to do was make love to him. As I shot inside him, I reached to 
release the harness, stroking his cock the way he likes to make him 
to come. That got me a different kind of scream.   

"Alexxxxxxxxxxx!" 

His body shook with the strength of his orgasm. 

I watched surprised, as his come shot across the room, almost 
reaching the wall. That's when I realized that he hadn't been out 
whoring around. If he had, his reaction wouldn't have been so 
extreme. 

I leaned into his body staying buried inside him. I continued to 
stroke him until he spoke.

"Please, Alex………too much…hurts."

I let go and pulled slowly out of him. He made that muffled sighing 
sound of loss. 

"Why did you go to that club tonight, Walter?" I nuzzled that spot 
behind his ear, which makes him crazy.

"Stop that!"

"No. Answer me." 

"Fuck you!" he hissed at me.

"No, Walter. I do the fucking, you get fucked. I'll be glad to give 
you another demonstration in a little while." I had moved around the 
cross to stand in front of him. I gripped his chin hard and kissed 
him. When I pulled back, he glared at me then spat. 

It hit my cheek and I lost it.

"Stupid thing to do, Walter, when you are tied up in a soundproof 
room with a man who has whips, crops, and canes."  

Suddenly, every horrible thing in my life took control. I don't 
remember the next hours clearly. The memories of the way he looked 
when I came out of the red rage that had consumed me are crystal 
clear. He was almost out, hanging there. He was no longer holding 
himself upright but was limp with the cuffs keeping him in place. 
There was blood on his back, wrists, thighs, blood splattered on me. 

I threw the whip that I was holding against the wall. Fumbling at his 
throat, I found his pulse. It was still strong. With the adrenaline 
still singing in my body, I released him, got him down on his stomach 
on the floor. Getting a bucket of warm water, I rinsed his body. 

God! How could I loose it like that? I got the first aid kit and sat 
on the floor next to him. Wincing as I cleaned the oozing whip marks 
on his back. The tears started to roll down my cheeks. He began to 
stir when I had almost finished with his back and ass. He moaned and 
whimpered as I cleaned the last, the deepest mark. 

I got up and moved to clean and bandage his wrists. His head turned 
to me; he opened his mouth but whatever he was going to say died a 
premature death. The hand that I wasn't working on rose to touch my 
cheek gently. He tried to turn my face to look at him but I wouldn't. 
I was afraid of what I would see there. 

I still have that fear. The fear that some day I will go too far and 
he will turn away from me. I'm not sure where this need to dominate 
him comes from. It's not as though I have to do it all the time. We 
go for weeks without this then he provokes it in some way.  

"Don't cry, Alex. I'll be ok." His voice little more than a hoarse 
croak. I hadn't even realized that I was still crying. I finished 
with his wrists.

"Can you get up if I help you? We need to get you warm."

"Yeah, we'd better do it now before I start to stiffen up."

Together we got him on the bed, on his side. I pulled the covers up 
over him.

"I'll get you some water and a couple of Vicodins."

I got the water and the pills and watched as he swallowed them. 

"My mother always kissed it better." He whispered.

I sobbed. His hand reached for me. I let him pull me down, kissed him 
as my tears started again.

"Sleep, beloved."

I tucked the covers closer around him. I went into the bathroom, 
closed the door, stripped off my jeans, took off my arm and got into 
the shower. I felt like screaming as I watched his blood mix with the 
water and swirl down the drain. 

Way to go, Alex. You just fucked off the best thing in your life. As 
soon as you open that door, he'll be gone. I stood there until the 
water turned cold, as cold as the terror gripping my heart. Finally, 
I got out and dried off, then went back into the other room.

"Alex…." A raspy whisper.

"Yes, Walter?"

"Come to bed."

I walked to the bed wanting any last minutes I could have with him. I 
lifted the covers to lie next to him. He reached for me and I let him 
pull me into his arms. I didn't think I would be able to sleep but 
the adrenaline rush was gone and I found myself sinking into sleep. I 
felt his lips against my throat then the soft whisper of words that I 
never expected to hear from him.

"I love you, Alex." 

Sometime later he woke me moaning. I quickly got him more Vicodins 
and juice. I put the Vicodins and a bottle of water on the table by 
him.  He reached for me and I went back into his arms. I couldn't 
sleep. I stayed until he was sleeping then slipped out of the bed. I 
quietly got a bucket and began to clean up the evidence of what I had 
done to him. 

I had finished when he woke again. And again, he asked me to come to 
bed. This time I stayed and finally slept. The next time he woke he 
refused the pills, asking for food. I went to the phone and ordered 
breakfast. He started trying to get up and I rushed to him.

"Walter, what do you need? I'll get it for you."

"You can't bring me the shower. I stink and I need to piss."

"Ok, here lean on me."

He let me help him into the bathroom. I started the shower while he 
peed. I stepped into the shower and reached to steady him as he 
joined me. I carefully bathed him then patted him dry. More 
antiseptic and new bandages for his wrists. 

By the time we finished, he was trembling. He let me help him back to 
the bed. I barely had him settled when the door chimed. I opened it 
for our breakfast to be brought in. I was surprised when he didn't 
argue with me about feeding him. After we had eaten, I asked him the 
question he had never answered last night.

"Walter, I need to know why you went to that club. Have you been 
going out a lot?"

His reply shocked me. "Spender was in my office yesterday."  

The alarms started ringing. "Yeah, what did he say?"

"Does he know about us?"

"Only if you've told him. I've never confirmed my preference to him. 
He knows about the training I've done here but that's all."

"Yeah, training. How many boys do you have, Alex?" he sneered at me.

"None, for a long time now. What did Spender say?"

"He told me that you had been back for several months." His voice was 
flat.

"What are you saying, Walter?"

"Why haven't you been to see me? I know you could have someone 
younger and better looking but I thought……" 

"You thought I hadn't come to see you because what? I had someone 
else? So this was the first time you had gone out?"

"Yeah. I bought those clothes at lunchtime yesterday.  I figured I 
wasn't going to see you again except for *business* meetings. I was 
tired of my fist."

"Why didn't you just tell me this last night?"

"Those guys in the elevator. When he started talking about your 
*boys* I got mad. Then you were talking about having me *play* with 
that muscle bound brainless jock. Maybe you didn't notice how much 
that guy at the bar looked like you. I'm not interested in beach boys 
or jocks."

"Walter, that muscle bound brainless jock is a member of Mensa. He 
has a job that is just as stressful as yours. Brian is his outlet. 
They've been together for about ten years. They feed each other's 
kink. It's better than ulcers or a heart attack. They actually do 
love each other."

"Then how can Brian watch other men fuck Michael? If I loved someone, 
I wouldn't want anyone else to touch them."

"That's what works for them. If I wanted to watch you fuck someone 
else, I would have just waited for that guy to get you in the back 
room." 

My heart had lurched when he said *if* he loved someone. That meant 
that either he didn't remember saying it to me or he was sorry he had 
and was covering up. 

"I wouldn't have gone with him." 

"Why not? You said he was the type you like."

"I don't want to talk about it. I hurt, can I have more of those 
pills?"

"As soon as you answer me. You seem to be forgetting who is in 
charge."

His head jerked and he glared at me. His still hoarse voice didn't 
come out in the stern tone he was trying for. 

"He was rubbing all over me. He was pretty.  But I wasn't turned on. 
I didn't get hard until you touched me. You know you were the first 
man I ever wanted. You're the only man who's ever fucked me. I 
thought it might work with him because he looked so much like you."

"He just wanted your body, Walter. I want more than that. I want your 
heart, your soul."

"And if I give them to you, what then? We live happily ever after? 
That's not possible."

"Maybe not, but like Jagger says  'sometime you get what you need' 
and I need you."

He stared at me for a long time. Finally, his hand raised, open and 
welcoming. I went to him, letting him pull me into his arms. His 
kisses hungry, deep, sucking my very soul into him. He rubbed his 
cock against mine, both of us hard and leaking. I moaned as he began 
to squeeze and stroke us together. We came together, panting in each 
other's mouths.

He sighed softly against my throat, "That was better than any pain 
pill."

"Sleep, my beloved."

"Only if you sleep, too. You have circles under your eyes."

"OK, I'll get a cloth to clean us up then we'll sleep."

I took care of that and got back in bed next to him. He pulled me 
close and spooned around me. His snores singing in my ear as I too 
slipped into sleep. 

I heard the thump of the landing gear lowering and jerked back to the 
present. When I landed, I hit the speed dial for Walter's phone. 
Mulder answered.

"Mulder."

"How is he?"

"He's in surgery. Where are you?"

"I'm getting into a cab. What hospital?"

"Cook County."

I disconnected before he could say another word. The less I heard his 
voice right now the safer he was. I had been serious when I had said 
I would kill him if my Walter died.  The ride to the hospital was 
torture. He had become so much a part of me, I would not survive 
without him. If he died, Mulder and I would follow him shortly. 

At the hospital I asked for direction to the surgery floor and found 
Mulder and Scully in the waiting room.

"Any news?"

"Not yet. You want to tell us why he called you and why you're here?"

"No, Mulder, I don't. Scully, will you see if they'll tell you 
anything? Please."

She glared at me, but left without a word and Mulder turned to me 
again. 

"I was in the ER with him. He woke up briefly. I gave him your 
message and he smiled. I also watched them cut his clothes off. Never 
would have pegged Skinner for the cock ring type. One of the bullets 
went through, so they had to turn him on his side. You wouldn't have 
any idea who beat him, would you?"

"Don't stick you nose where it doesn't belong, Mulder."

"I talked to one of the doctors down there. He said the marks were 
consistent with sex game type injuries."

"Been using those profile skills, Mulder? Walter's private life is 
his business, not yours. All you need to know is that he called me. 
I'm here now. You can leave any time. I'll take care of him."

"Did you bring your crop? Gonna punish him for getting shot and 
damaging your property?"

I didn't even think I slammed him against the wall and snarled, "You 
should be praying instead of digging for dirt. I told you if he dies, 
you follow him. That's not a threat, it's a promise."

"Let him go, Krycek."

"Sure, Scully. We were just discussing the future."

I backed up and turned to her, "How's Walter?"

Her eyebrow arched, "*Walter* is on his way to Recovery. The surgery 
went well. He's not out of danger yet but he's strong. I'm sure he'll 
make it."

"Where is Recovery?"

"You can't go in there."

"Really? Watch me."

I turned and walked out of the room. Looked like this hospital 
believed in directions. I found Recovery and entered, looking for my 
man. I saw him and hurried to his side. He was hooked up to what I'm 
sure were millions of dollars worth of equipment. He was pale, 
bruised looking. Reaching out, I caressed the parts of his face that 
didn't have tape covering it to hold tubes in place. Caressed the 
soft skin of his scalp. 

"Walter Sergei Skinner, I know you can hear me. You don't have 
permission to die. If you think I've been hard on you in this life, 
just wait until you piss me off by dying. I'll punish you big time in 
the next one if you leave me." 

The last was little more than a whispered sob. I knew Mulder and 
Scully had followed me but it didn't matter. I had slipped in between 
the nurses but they were at the door arguing with one. It didn't take 
long for that nurse to be at my side. 

"Sir, you'll have to leave, only medical staff is allowed in here."

"Wrong, I won't leave him. I'll move if you need me to, but I stay 
here until he is moved to a room then I go there with him. I want to 
see his doctor."

Something in my eyes must have convinced her. She walked away. Scully 
hurried over to me. I had turned back to Walter, my hand once more 
caressing his scalp. 

"Krycek, what's going on here? Why did he call you? Mulder thinks….."

I didn't look at her, just kept touching him, needing the reassurance 
that he was still alive. "What does Mulder think?"

"He thinks the two of you are….are…."

"What's the matter, Scully, can't say the words? Can't picture the ex-
marine and the assassin playing games together? That is what Mulder 
wants to know, isn't it? If Walter and I have been fucking each 
other?"

I looked over my shoulder at her, not caring that she would see the 
pain in my eyes, the fear that I would lose him. Her gasp told me she 
understood more than she ever wanted to know. She turned on her heel 
and went back to where Mulder was waiting, dragging him out the door. 
When the door closed behind them, I had already forgotten them for 
Walter, so focused on him that I didn't hear the doctor walk up.

"Sir, you need to leave. This is a restricted area. Friends and 
family have to remain out in the waiting rooms until we can allow a 
visit."

"Like I told the nurse, I'm staying. Are you his doctor?"

"Yes, I was one of them. His injuries were extensive. We lost him 
once on the table. Frankly I'm amazed he's still here. His internal 
injuries were worse than we originally thought. I understand he was 
lying where help couldn't get to him for a while. You really need to 
leave. We don't even allow family in here and that agent said you 
aren't family."

"No, I'm not family in the way you mean. He belongs to me and I won't 
leave him, so you might as well save your breath. Tell me everything."

"Are you responsible for the marks on his back?"

"Doctor, I don't intend to discuss things that are none of your 
business. Where are his personal things?"

"What's that got to do with this?"

"Check his wallet behind his driver's license. You'll find the 
business card for his lawyer. Give him a call then come back and I'll 
show you my id. Or you can ask one of the Agents my name. You 
probably should ask Agent Scully, Mulder thinks my name is Rat 
Bastard." 

He left and was gone for some time. I was still standing gently 
touching Walter when he returned. I had ignored Mulder shouting in 
the hallway. 

"Mr. Krycek, what would you like to know?"

"Mulder didn't like what the lawyer told him, did he?"

"No, and if you *are* responsible for the whip scars on this man's 
back, I don't either, but you are the only one here with legal 
rights. His lawyer made it clear that you have full power of attorney 
for his estate in the event of his death and would be the one to 
decide if we should take heroic measures."

"Good, now that we have that settled, tell me everything about the 
surgery and his prognosis."

I listened carefully as he laid it all out for me, my hand never 
leaving Walter. When he was finished, I thanked him and told him I 
wanted them to do whatever it took to keep Walter alive, the only 
exception being brain death. Walter wouldn't want to be a vegetable. 

After the doctor left, one of the nurses brought over a rolling 
stool. I thanked her and sat next to Walter, never losing contact. 
The nurse did her checks of him from the other side of the bed. I was 
touched by her kindness. I felt drained and was surprised when I felt 
a gentle hand on my shoulder.

"Mr. Krycek, we're going to move him to the ICU now. There are real 
chairs there so you should be a little more comfortable."

"Thank you for your concern and kindness. You seem to be the only one 
here who understands I belong with him."

"I was at the monitors when you came in. His vitals leveled out as 
soon as you touched him and spoke. Your private life is just that, 
private. If his vitals stabilized from your presence then I believe 
that you belong here. I firmly believe that healing comes from many 
sources. Plus I did something the others didn't do."

"What was that?"

"Looked into your eyes. Your love for him is there, if they bothered 
to look."

"Yeah, well, the four of us have history. Most of it bad. They'll 
never believe I love him, but he knows I do. Thank you again for the 
consideration you've shown me."

"You're welcome. Come on, I'm taking him down and I'll introduce you 
to the nurse there." 

It didn't take long to transfer him. I saw Mulder down the hall but 
he made no move toward us. We got him settled in ICU and the nurse 
told the new ones who I was. I felt warm inside when she told them I 
was Walter's 'life partner'.  Too bad Mulder missed that one; it 
would have given him something new to yell about. I pulled the chair 
close. Resting my head next to him on his bed, I fell into a fitful 
sleep. 

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

I woke up to find my body stuffed with tubes and Alex's head lying 
next to me on the bed. I wanted to touch him but there were too many 
things attached to me and I was just too tired. I let myself drift 
back into the dreams. Usually, when injured, my dreams were filled 
with terror. 

Now they were filled with Alex. Even when I was out, I heard that 
beautiful voice. Telling me I would be punished if I died and left 
him. He often talks about our past lives. He had regression done once 
with me present. If it had been in any way accurate then I have been 
his over and over again. In many different forms he has owned me. As 
an actual slave in one lifetime. As love slave in all. 

I had been aware when I was brought into the ER. Not that they knew 
it, but I heard Mulder. Mulder with his questions. Mulder asking 
about my back. Mulder's comments about my cock ring. Well, I didn't 
care. I had decided that it was time to retire and spend the rest of 
my days loving and being loved by Alex. 

Our relationship has been rocky to say the least. He seduced me 
shortly after meeting me. I couldn't resist, not that I had tried 
very hard. I had never wanted a man before but I wanted him. Our 
first night together had been the best sex I ever had. I had never 
come that hard. 

Probably the worse time for us both had been after he lost his arm. 
He had come back from Russia but hadn't come to see me. When I found 
out, I was hurt and furious. I felt used. 

Hearing it from Spender made it worse.

We had been through so much by that point. The rollercoaster we had 
been on had taken its toll on my nerves. So I decided 'fuck being 
faithful, I'm getting laid'. I went shopping and bought the tightest 
leather pants I could find and a shirt that fit like a second skin. 
The clerk gave me a smile that I thought was flirtatious but it had 
been so long that I wasn't sure.

I was nervous getting dressed that night. It had been years since I 
had gone to a club. I got the name of this one cruising the internet. 
I thought I was going to feel like a fool. It was a pleasant surprise 
to have a couple of surfer types try to pick me up. They weren't what 
I was looking for. 

When the dark haired guy leaned next to me at the bar, my first 
thought was he looked a little like Alex. Shorter, with blue eyes not 
green, but a killer smile. He asked me to dance and I agreed.  On the 
way to the dance floor I felt his hand squeeze my ass. He moved in 
close, started to rub against me and I wanted to feel something. 

All I felt was a need for green eyes and a whiskey shot voice.

I was totally floored when another set of hands gripped my hips and a 
hard cock was pressed against my ass. Turning, I froze when I saw it 
was Alex. I couldn't believe he was there. One look from Alex and my 
dance partner decided he was urgently needed elsewhere. 

Alex started moving with the music while taking possession of my 
cock. Of course that mindless slut hardened instantly. I dropped my 
head forward so I couldn't see anyone who might be watching him 
fondle me. His teeth on my throat almost made me shoot. I didn't even 
realize he had drawn blood.

I let the music flow through me and moved with him. We moved as if we 
were one entity. My brain began spinning visions of us dancing this 
way, naked, with his cock inside me. When the song ended, he took my 
hand and started to pull me from the floor. I got stubborn.

"Come on, Walter. It's time you learned who owns you. I'm going to 
fuck you raw after I beat your ass for even considering fucking 
someone else."

That voice! God! What that does to me. I felt the heat ratchet up 
inside me at his words. He sounded so possessive. If I were just a 
piece of ass to him, he wouldn't be talking like that to me. That 
little corner of my brain that welcomes the pain woke up. 

Talk about an epiphany, I was never going to be the same again.

He dropped my hand and started off the floor. I followed, as he knew 
I would. I got in the car and, when he told me to open my pants, I 
did that too. If we hadn't run into those guys in the elevator, 
things might have been different. But you know all about those plans.




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[continued in part 2]