Author's Notes: Thank You to all those great WalterTorture and MulderTortureAnonymous writers whose incredible stories inspired me. Keep up the wonderful work, girls and boys! Big ThanX to Xanthe who lamented that there aren't enough Sub!Skinners out there. Your whining sparked off this story. Glad I could help! :-) Category: NC-17. Yum. Sk/Sc and some M/Sc (kinda sorta, shortly implied) Will lead to more Sk/Sc, real M/Sc, actual Sk/M and even Sk/Sc/M if you'll let me! (how 'bout that for bribery?) Feedback: You betcha! Love it! Need it! Gimme, gimme, gimme! (as long as it's friendly...) My addy is gaby@gaby.slashcity.tv My home is at: http://gaby.slashcity.tv Disclaimer: They're mine! All MINE!!! CC and consorts - eat your hearts out!!! Summary: Our AD wants to find out more about himself and a certain red-haired agent. But did he bite off more than he can chew? *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* In The Lioness's Den *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* by Gaby Chapter 1: ...And A Cup Of Coffee, Please! "A fire-spitting octopus, Agent Mulder?" I look at the man in question and rub the bridge of my nose. Oh yeah. First signs of a Major Mulder Migraine. Great. It's barely 10.30 in the morning and I'm getting a headache! Mulder gives me that 'I'm-so-innocent-it's-untrue' look. All big eyes. I hate it when he does that. He nods vigorously. "Yes, sir. A fire-spitting octopus. As stated in my report." He points to the manila folder in front of me. I sigh and flick through the report again. Then I pick up another folder. Expense report. Always my favorite when Mulder is involved. "And the motorboat exploded because...?" I ask, unsure whether I really want to know the answer to that one. "Well, because of the octopus, sir. Naturally." Yes, naturally. Mulder sees me frown and explains, "See, when that octopus saw that I was close to catching him he started spitting fire and somehow the boat's engine caught fire and exploded..." Well, yeah, that explains it, of course. I glance over at Scully who sits in her chair trying to look unobtrusive. "Well?" I prompt. Scully looks a bit doubtful. "I wasn't on that boat, sir." "But you saw that...that octopus?" Please tell me you saw something else! Please! "Well...I saw...something. It did resemble an octopus. But whatever it was...it was torn into a million pieces when that boat exploded so we won't know for sure..." Of course not. Mulder gives me another of his famous 'Don't-you-dare-not- believe-me' looks and actually smirks at me. The audacity of that man! "Agent Mulder, I believe that under the circumstances you should be very grateful that I actually sign your report. Don't push your luck!" But of course Mulder opens his mouth and I just know that a full-blown tantrum will descent upon me in another second. I close my eyes and wait for the inevitable. But nothing happens. I open my eyes again and see Scully giving Mulder a glare so intense and, yes, actually frightening, that I have never seen before. And Mulder lowers his head, bites his bottom lip, and stares at his hands that are now twisted in his lap, fidgeting nervously. What the hell...? I stare at Scully again and catch her clearing her throat almost inaudibly. It is definitely directed at her partner. So I glance over at Mulder who looks up at me and says, "Um, I would like to thank you for your support in that matter. I know it will be difficult getting that expense report passed. From now on I will try to be more careful. Please accept my apologies." Okay, now I'm dumbfounded. It takes me a couple of seconds until I realize that Mulder actually apologized to me. I nod and make a throwing-away motion with my hand. My agent sighs in relief and glances over at Scully who seems to nod her approval. What the hell...? I sign the report and hand the folder to Mulder. "Agent Mulder, you're dismissed. Please stay away from the local wild life for the time being." Ah, that felt good! I see him flinch but he keeps his mouth shut. He looks over at Scully again who remains seated. Apparently he tries to decide whether it is safe to leave her alone with me, or something. After a second and another reassuring nod from his partner Mulder gets up and walks out of my office. Scully looks at me expectantly. Okay, Walter, how are you going to tackle this? Let's try the friendly approach, shall we? "Agent Scully, what was that all about?" Oh yeah, very subtle. Good one, old boy! "I don't know what you're talking about, sir." She smiles despite herself and I can see that she knows damn well what I'm referring to. I smile back. Scully widens her smile even more and I startle. Damn, that woman is breath-takingly beautiful! I always knew that, mind you, but I've never seen her smile like that. We're sitting here grinning at each other like two conspirators sharing a big secret. Too bad I'm not let in on it. Somehow there is a slight change in Scully's demeanor, I realize. She has always been one tough cookie (don't tell her I said that, though) but as of lately she seems to be even more in control, made out of steel, one to be seriously reckoned with. I love it! "Agent Mulder..." I say, hoping she knows what I'm trying to say. Another grin. "Well, let's just say that I know how to handle him," she replies mysteriously. "Yes, that's pretty obvious, but you seem to have some kind of influence on him. More than usual. He's so...docile, most of the time." That sounded pretty lame, I know. Still, I don't know how to explain the whole thing. For the last few months Mulder was resembling something like a model agent. Well, at least he was behaving way better than he was during the last few years. And just now I realize it must have something to do with Scully. I know I'm dense sometimes. Scully gives me an enigmatic smile. "Agent Mulder and I have a certain understanding. When I think he's out of line I make sure he knows." Why is that turning me on? I swallow convulsively. "Really?" I manage to croak. "Oh, yes, sir. It's very effective, too!" She leans forward and gives me another blinding smile. I'm totally out of my depth here. "God, you're a beautiful woman, Scully," I breathe. Ohmygoddidijustsaythat??? I look at her in shock but she is unfazed. She even seems to enjoy herself. Scully leans in even closer. She's basically draped over my desk right now. Locking eyes with me she replies, "And you are one hot stud yourself, sir!" Then she settles back down in her chair. Okay, now I know that this is some kind of dream. Flashback from the Seventies - never should've tried out those drugs! I wait for a hysterically laughing Mulder to burst through the door waving a video-camera in front of my face. Nothing happens. Scully still looks at me as if nothing has happened. I swallow. "Well, in that case...um...thank you for your insight, Agent Scully. Um, that'll be all..." Scully gets up and walks to the door. I stare at her. God, she really is beautiful! What a body! She's graceful. And that hair! I want to rake my fingers through those red curls and... Suddenly I realize that she stares back at me, another slight smile curving her lips. She turns around and walks back towards me. I actually shrink away a little when she leans over my desk one more time. She forces my fingers to release the pen I'm holding and writes something down on a piece of paper with it. "In case you want to grab a cup of coffee," she says and hands me the note. "Or something..." she adds and smiles enigmatically one more time. And off she goes. I stare at the note in my hand. It has an address and "Tue, 9 pm" on it. What the hell...? ***** For the last few days I was in denial. I kept staring at that note and waited for some kind of big revelation to take place but the damned thing kept silent. Scully didn't mention our... discussion for the rest of the week. Now she is in Quantico filling in for a teacher friend who is on maternity leave. Mulder went to Florida on a VC case yesterday. Finally some peace and quiet! So now I'm sitting here in my car in front of a big old warehouse building. I check the address again. Nope, that's the one. Hmm. I half expected a Starbuck's or some kind of small diner but not this. Oh, whatever. I get out of my car and walk up to what seems to be the front door. I ring the bell and wait for some kind of prank to start. Nothing happens. I ring the bell again. Then I see the security camera over my head. A second later the door opens a fraction and a big man snarls, "Members only!" "But I have a..." I falter. A what, Walter? A date? An appointment? What is Scully, a doctor? I realize that she indeed is and start to grin. "Anything funny?" Big Man asks. "Um, no. Sorry. I'm...expected." Oh, smooth. Well done, buddy. Big Man doesn't budge. Then I hear someone else behind the door talking to Big Man and I'm allowed in. That guy is even bigger than I thought. I swallow. Another man takes my arm and leads me away from Very Big Man. "My name is Samuel. How may I help you, sir?" he asks. Seems to be a nice enough fellow. Also, he's shorter than I am so I feel less intimidated. "I'm here to see Dana Scully," I inform him. Bad move. Samuel makes a frantic hand movement and shakes his head vigorously. When he sees that nobody else has heard what I just said he relaxes. "Don't mention her name. You must be Walter Skinner, then. She informed me that you might come." Oh really? And why can't I mention Scully's name? I frown. Samuel beckons over a young man in a tux. "Please escort Mr. Skinner to Her," he tells the lad. The boy stares at me in awe, and nods. Then he leads me through another door and I'm inside a huge entrance hall. Somehow I feel like in that movie The Sting. Nothing to see from the outside but once you're through the secret door... This place looks like an old Southern mansion, big staircase and all. Lush. It takes my breath away. Tux Boy leads me to an elevator and ushers me inside. "You're one lucky man, Mr. Skinner!" he informs me. Oh, am I? "I've tried for years to get Her to play with me but no such luck. Haven't seen Her in a while, and tonight She's back and I think maybe tonight's my lucky night, but nope - She just waited for you..." What the hell...? We get out of the elevator and Tux Boy leads me down a hallway. I feel like in a hotel now. Doors on both sides. We stop in front of the door at the end of the hallway. "Here we are," my tour guide announces. Where exactly is here? And where's Scully? And why can't I mention her name? "And this is...?" I ask Tux Boy and nod at the door. Tux Boy stares at me in disbelief. I think he's trying to decide whether one person alone can be so dumb. "Why, Her suite, of course." "Her?" I prompt. "Lady Enigma's suite." Having said that Tux Boy turns around and almost runs down the hallway. Somehow I suspect that he can't bear to see Her in all Her glory. Poor chap has it bad, I guess. But, c'mon - 'Lady Enigma'? Isn't that a bit... The door opens and I stare at Scully. Ohmygodshereallyisbeautiful! She smiles at me, obviously happy to see me. "Hello there! I was hoping you'd come!" She steps aside to let me enter. Which I do, despite wobbly legs. I'm standing in a huge lounge. Thick carpet, thick drapes, the biggest fireplace I've ever seen, a couple of chairs and two couches, two tables, couple of shelves with leather-bound books... there is a door leading to another room, and Scully is disappearing through it right now carrying my trenchcoat. She looks breath-takingly beautiful. I know I'm repeating myself here but I can't help myself. She is wearing a silk robe that caresses her body. It is golden with a very tasteful red lioness embroidered on the back. She's bare-footed which makes her even shorter than usual but she has a certain air of grandeur that makes her at least six feet tall. Her hair shines even more than usual, somehow accentuated by the gold of the robe. Wow. "Do you know how to build a fire, Walter?" she asks from the other room. "Um...yeah..." I answer and scramble to the fireplace. The wood is crackling when she re-enters the lounge. "I can call you Walter, can't I?" Scully sits down on the couch in front of the fire. She has two glasses of Scotch in her hands. I sit down next to her and nod, taking one of the glasses and downing the drink in one fluid motion. "So, does that mean I can call you Dana now?" I venture. Scully laughs and nods. "For now," she winks with an enigmatic smile. There it is again. I just gotta ask. "So, tell me, Dana...what's with the Lady Enigma?" "Oh, so you've already heard, hmm? Well, Lady Enigma owns this shack." I nod, not understanding a single word. Scully re-fills my glass. "It just so happens that Lady Enigma and I are the same person." I start coughing wildly because the Scotch went down the wrong pipe at that moment. Scully rubs my back gently. "This place is yours?" I ask. This can't be happening! Scully just shrugs. "Every girl needs a hobby. This happens to be mine. But I'm not here usually. I own this place. I don't play here." I'm still trying to process the data when something catches my interest. "Play?" "Yes, play. Come on, Walter, you're a smart man. This is a BDSM Club, silly." Right. I knew that. Somehow I have to get back to reality so I bombard her with the one question she won't be able to answer. Then this entire hoax will have to end. No jackassing the AD! "And how did you pay for that...shack?" Scully shakes her head, almost disappointed that I asked that question. "I didn't say I *bought* the place. I said I *own* the place," she explains as if I were a four-year-old. Maybe it's just me but usually someone buys something to own it, right? "A...friend of mine bought me the Club. As a gift of sorts." Ah. Smooth one, Agent Scully. Didn't even see that one coming. I decide to play along for now. Oh, bad choice of words. Play. On the other hand... I look at Scully and revel in her beauty. The flames are playing shadows on her face and I realize that I am hopelessly falling in love with this woman. Scully smiles and takes my hand. "Want to see the rest of the suite, Walter?" I nod and she leads me into the room that she went in before. It is a bedroom. I stop in the doorway and swallow. Somehow I'm scared shitless but at the same time I love every second of it. Scully tugs at my arm and I enter. There is a huge four-post-bed and another fire place. I keep staring at the bed while Scully drags me into another room. Okay, now I'm really scared. This is the BDSM part, I believe. I can see a massage table, something that I think is a whipping post of sorts, chains and ropes hanging from the wall, a cupboard filled with probably every torture device mankind ever invented. For a reason I can't fathom I start to shiver in anticipation. Scully seems to sense that because she gives me a knowing smile. Enigmatic, indeed. "So...wanna meet Lady Enigma, Walter?" I nod. No doubt about it. Let's get it on! Scully pushes me out of that Playroom and points to another connecting door. "Shower. Then meet me back here." She turns around and enters the Playroom again. I stand in the middle of the bedroom and try to get my legs in motion. This is all some kind of weird dream. I still can't believe I'm here. I still can't believe I'm doing this. I still can't believe... before I know it I'm out of the shower and on my way to Scully. Standing there with a towel wrapped around my waist I watch her rummaging through the cupboard. Scully turns around and looks at me closely. Then she smacks her lips. "See, I told you that you're a hot stud! Come over here!" Scully points to the massage table and I obediently sit down, flushing. Hot stud! Geez. "Okay, I take it this is your first time?" I nod, a little embarrassed. "No problem. I'm honored that you've come to me, Walter. Relax. I promise I won't hurt you. I won't do anything that you don't want. If you feel any distress you just say 'red' and I'll stop." Scully looks at me searchingly. I stare at her. Somehow I was in denial all along but now the meaning of her statement sinks in. "A safe word?" I whisper. Scully nods. "I promise you won't need it but let's be on the safe side. I'll be gentle. This time around." She smiles when my head snaps up at that remark. "Just kidding. Relax. Let it happen." I nod and take a deep breath, consciously trying to relax. Scully pushes me down and I lie on the massage table, face down. Then my towel is snatched away and I tense up again. Scully rubs soothing circles on my back. "Don't," she whispers. "Just let it happen." Somehow I manage to relax again. After a moment Scully climbs on top of me. She straddles my thighs and I realize that she is naked as well. A second later she starts massaging me. She uses oil which she probably took out of the cupboard. I must admit that I'm glad it was just massage oil and not something like a paddle or a cane or whip or whatever else these people like to use. Oh, who am I kidding? A part of me wants to know how it feels like to use these things. On the other hand I'm scared out of my mind. At least I have a safe word. As soon as Scully so much as lays a hand on a strap I'll yell 'red' at the top of my lungs! God, she's brilliant. I bliss out. Scully starts with my neck and shoulders, working her way down my arms. Then she massages every finger which nobody has ever done before to me but I love it. After that she takes care of my back, finding all the kinks. It is just perfect. Scully has small but strong hands, as well as quite some experience, it seems. There is a pang of jealousy - who taught her these skills? Who is on the receiving end normally? Well, Mulder of course, stupid! This guy is really a lucky fella. I sigh. Scully is kneading my calves now. My thighs are already turned into jelly. Last but not least my feet. There is something incredibly erotic about a foot massage, I think. Please let this never end. My cock is getting harder by the minute but luckily Scully can't see that. Then she slaps my rump and announces jovially, "Turn around, hot stud. Front's up next!" Oh shit. I hesitate and Scully slaps me again, this time harder. "I said, turn around!" There is steel in her voice now that I haven't heard before. I look over my shoulder and see her face. Oh God. There is a new quality to her - her jaw is set, her eyes are fiery, her gaze cool and determined. I think I'll come within the next two seconds. Instead, I swallow once and turn around slowly. I'm really embarrassed about the state my cock is in but getting aroused by a massage is only natural, so where's the problem, really? Scully apparently thinks so as well because she doesn't even look in the general direction of my groin. After a second, she starts the massage again. Chest, ribs, abdomen, legs, up to the arms. She doesn't even come close to my cock that is now standing at attention like the best of them. Scully finishes with a gentle head massage. "Okay, up you go. Your turn, hot stud," she whispers into my ear. It takes me a second to realize that she wants me to give her a massage now. No problem. Glad to oblige. But I'm so blissed out that my legs won't move. To be honest, there is only *one* part of my entire body moving, and I don't think that Little Walter will be any help right now. After another one of those Looks that I received before in order to get me to turn around I somehow manage to scramble off the massage table. Scully lies down and I start to repay her, using generous amounts of oil. If this is part of BDSM - count me in! This really isn't scary! Scully truly is beautiful. I let my hands wander over her sleek body, the graceful back, the perfect little butt, those wonderful legs. She might be petite but I can feel the strength all the same. What a woman! I give her a long foot massage and know that I'm doing something right when I hear her sigh contentedly. She turns around before I can ask her to do so. God, she is so beautiful. I stare at her breasts. Her nipples are erect and dark, and I haven't even touched them! Scully opens her eyes and looks at me, amused. I blush and get back to work. I know that I spent more time than necessary kneading her breasts. Couldn't help myself. Sue me. I'm only human. Still, Scully didn't seem to mind, and when I finally moved further south she whimpered in frustration. That's why I end my massage with another round of breast caress. Scully smiles slightly and sits up. "Thank you, Walter. That was a wonderful massage." She takes my head in her hands and places a quick kiss on my forehead. I smile like a village idiot. "Time to take this someplace else, don't you think?" she asks me with a poignant look at my cock. I blush again. When I realize that she meant the bedroom with someplace else, I blush even more. Somehow I still have my reservations. This is my subordinate, after all. And for all that it's worth, she very probably is involved with Mulder! On the other hand, we have already given each other a very erotic and thorough massage. Where exactly was the point of no return? Scully takes my hand and leads me to the bedroom. She points to the bed. "Spread-eagled, hot stud. Face down." This command Scully really turns me on. There is something in her voice that is incredibly sexy. My cock is aching now and I long for release but it is too early for that. I do as I was told and lie down. Scully kneels down between my spread thighs and leans down, covering my back. I feel the oil-slick breasts pushing down on me and I whimper. She rubs my arms soothingly and whispers with a throaty voice right into my ear, "Don't move. Don't speak. Just pretend you're bound and gagged." Oh God. I swallow hard and rub my cock against the mattress. This is just too much. Scully kneels back up and suddenly grabs my balls, yanking them back down. I yowl. "Don't come. You can't come without my permission. Come and you'll regret it." Oh God. I nod desperately and will my cock to shrivel. No such luck. How surprising. Scully leans back down and starts to kiss and lick and nibble and bite her way down my spine. I damn nearly come right away. Scully seems to sense this because she slaps my butt quite firmly without stopping her exploration. "I want to get to know your body better. Your responses. Your likes and dislikes," she murmurs between licks. Oh, okay. Well, in that case be my guest. That woman is thorough. She imitates her massage, starting with my neck and shoulders, down my arms, back, legs, even my feet. Just using her mouth, lips and tongue. I'm blissing out again. By now my cock is poking holes into the mattress. Apparently Scully gets what she wants because I'm moaning and whimpering and wiggling and writhing constantly now. I guess that gives her a clue or two about my likes and dislikes. Then she bites one of my butt cheeks. Not very hard or anything but it is totally unexpected for me and I shout, "Oh my God!" which earns me a firm slap on my other butt cheek. "I said, don't speak. Obey!" I bury my head into the pillow and bite down hard. Little Walter bites himself through the mattress again. What was that again? BDSM - count me in? Oh boy, this is really torture! Scully gently licks the bite mark on my butt and gives it a tender kiss. "Turn around, hot stud." I swallow hard but obey. Little Walter is happy, now that he is able to swing freely. I'm leaking terribly now. "Remember: Don't come, hot stud. You'll regret it." I nod and close my eyes. This is easier. I just concentrate on that wonderful mouth working my body over. It is so hard to keep still. I want to touch Scully, caress her, embrace her, kiss her. But she told me not to move, and the thought of giving up control is really a turn on. Not that this is helping me and my cock right now, thank you very much. Scully torments my nipples. Now, I don't have many erogenous zones but smack! she found my biggie! I'm dying! She lingers there for a few minutes until my nipples are so sensitive that I'm crying out in pleasure/pain when she lightly blows on them. Oh God! Scully licks her way towards my stomach and concentrates on my belly button for awhile. She dips her tongue inside and I have a hard time keeping still. She is just so damned skilled! Then she moves on to my legs, completely ignoring my straining erection. I whimper in frustration which earns me another tug on my balls. At least this time it is gentle. My inner thighs are sucked and licked and kissed for several minutes. Always close to my cock but not quite close enough. This really is torture. I'm covered in sweat by now. Scully moves further down until she is busy sucking my toes. I don't think I can hold back much longer. This woman is fantastic! I have known her for several years and I had never, ever thought that she could be like this. Amazing! "Keep your eyes closed, hot stud. Just concentrate on me. Good boy." Somehow I find it weird being called a boy. On the other hand, 'hot stud' isn't that much better. Besides, I've been called worse. Yessir, I'm concentrating on Scully, alright. Have been for several hours, it seems. I have no idea how late it is but this sweet torture has been going on for a while now, I'm sure. Thinking about time has taken my mind off my rock-hard cock for a second but it snaps back to the immediate problem at hand when Scully suddenly and without warning wraps her lips around Little Walter and deep-throats me. I lift off the bed and yell. Scully grabs my hips and pushes me back down. This woman is strong, believe me. I whimper and open my eyes. I know I'm not supposed to but I just have to see Scully sucking me. She releases my cock with an audible plop and sits back on her heels. "Close your eyes," she says, tenderly. I obey and feel her tongue on my cock again. She nibbles her way up and down my shaft, licking the pulsating vein, circling the head. I sigh contentedly and bliss out again. Throughout the entire exploration she hasn't used her hands, except to hold me down, and now she suddenly wraps her fingers around my cock, milking me. "Would you like to come, Walter?" she asks, her voice filled with desire. I nod, my eyes still closed. "Okay, your wish is my command. Any time you want!" With that she sucks me again, and I desperately try to hold back. Coming is not an option right now, I realize. Having those lips wrapped around my cock is way too good! Scully sucks and licks insistently but I hold back. Then she deep-throats me again and I lose complete control. I try to push her back but she keeps working me inside her throat, and I come with a scream. Mind-blowing! I'm totally exhausted. Scully licks me clean with tender laps of her tongue. She has swallowed everything I had to give, and that was quite a lot. I can't move. Don't have to, either. Scully props herself up against the headboard and pulls my head onto her breasts. Best place in the house! I do that grinning-like-the-village-idiot bit again, still with my eyes closed. "Thank you. I've never experienced anything like that before." Understatement of the year, if not my entire lifetime! Scully giggles, sounding a little like a school girl. Ladies and gentlemen, Lady Enigma has left the building. I open my eyes and we stare at each other. "What about you?" I ask. Not that I'd be able to lift as much as a single finger but I'd love to return the favor. Scully shakes her head. "No. Don't worry about it, Walter. I've had more than I hoped for. Much more. Thank you." Then she bends down and kisses my mouth for the first time. It is soft and sweet, gentle and tender. Loving. There's no doubt - I am desperately falling in love with that woman! I know this is incredibly mushy but she seems to know me inside out, playing me like a violin. Whatever happened here tonight was the best thing that I ever had the fortune to experience. "So," Scully says conversationally, "wanna grab that cup of coffee now, or what?" Do I ever! THE END OF CHAPTER ONE. The end? Well, that depends on YOU. I do have a few more ideas up my sleeve. Let me know whether or not you'd be interested in them and I might be inclined to write chapter 2. And chapter 3. And chapter 4... So, interested in Mulder's opinion? Wanna see Scully upping the ante a little? Curious about two hot guys pleasuring one feisty woman? Tell me!