TITLE: Dimensions III: Privileges (Devil or Angel?)
AUTHOR: Sasha Elisabeth Wolfe @>-----,-----'-----------
E-MAIL: eponine@idirect.com
ICQ: 5627782
RATING:R (more graphic sex)
LENGTH: 1/1
SUMMARY: A midnight meeting between Cigarette Smoking Man and Lilith
DISCLAIMER: Mulder and Cigarette Smoking Man don't belong to me. Lilith is
my creation, however.

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*DIMENSIONS III: Privileges (Devil or Angel?)*
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        The office is dark when I step into it, quiet, deserted. "Hello?" I
say, keeping my voice low. "You're here, Lilith," the familiar voice
speaks. "Have I displeased you?" I ask, bitterly, secretly hoping I have.
"Yes," he smiles, smoke filling up the room. His pants are unzipped and I
can see his cock, hard and wet inviting my mouth. "What have I done to
upset you, Master?" I ask crawling on my knees to where he is sitting on
the desk. "Master?" he laughs, thinking it over. "I do like that." "How can
I please you?" I inquire, my mouth hungry for him. "If I didn't know
better, I'd say you're enjoying this," he says, snuffing out the cigarette
in a nearby ashtray. My blood freezes, afraid he won't punish me. "Come
closer," he commands and I lay my head in his lap, just inches away from
his erection which he keeps divided from my lips with his hand. He strokes
my hair affectionately with his free hand. "Do you want me to fuck you like
you've never been fucked before?" he inquires, seeing the glint of desire
in my eyes. "Yes," I moan, my tongue lapping at his thighs. "Feel my lips
on every part of your aching body?" he continues, his penis quivering
between his fingers.  "Yes..." I whimper. "Make you wet for me?" "Oh," I
whine, trying desperately to pry his fingers loose. "Yes." He laughs at the
way he's torturing me. "Well what if I won't let you?" he asks, zipping up
his pants. "No!" I shriek. "Please." "That's right. Beg," he teases. "It's
a privilege now not a punishment." I can see his cock jutting against his
pants, taunting me. He allows my hands to caress it for a moment before
pushing me away. "Oh, that feels so good," he moans. "You please me." "Are
you sure you want me to fuck you?" he asks again. "I'm sure!" I exclaim.
"Kiss me," he whispers, passionately. My mouth presses against his, and I
feel his tongue run over my gums. My hand slithers down to his waist and
unfastens the zipper. His cock spills out into my hand and I squeeze hard.
He lurches forward, groaning in absolute delight. Now he's under my
control. I rub tenderly but before I can lower my head to him, he tears my
hand away again. "Oh!" I cry disappointed. "For that," he growls,
playfully. "You're going to pay." He produces coils of silk rope from the
desk drawer and binds my arms to a chair. "Keep that there for special
occasions?" I laugh, the rope digging into me. He smiles and throws his
pants to the floor. "Mmmm," I grin, watching his penis swell. He walks over
to me and thrusts it in my face. I can't move and he runs it along my
cheek, just out of reach from my tongue... "Damn you," I groan. He snickers
and returns to the corner of the room where he slowly raises a cigarette to
his lips. "When I'm done this," he tells me. "You may suck me." He spreads
his legs wide open, displaying a pulsating cock. "When I'm done," he
repeats, purposely lighting the cigarette sluggishly. I can't keep my eyes
off his thighs. He notices this and strokes himself gently then laughs as I
try in vain to free myself, only winding the rope tighter around my wrists.
"We're learning a little lesson in patients tonight," he grins, taking a
long, slow drag. "When I'm through with you, you're going to be drenched in
thick white cum," he promises, and I see his penis oscillate at the
thought. He's killing me. I want him now. Touching me. Licking me. Kissing
me. Now. I groan and he smirks, opening his legs as far as he can. "Stop
it," I plead and he shakes his head, massaging himself in his free hand.
His fluids drip from between his fingers and he takes another puff from his
cigarette. "When I untie you," he smiles. "You're going to lap it up." He
fondles his cock with his palm and I moan again. "Patients," he laughs.
"You'll get your turn. When I untie you, we're going to fuck all night
long. Who cares is Skinner finds us in the morning with my balls in your
mouth." I lick my lips at the thought. "When I untie you..." he grins
evilly, and flicks the ashes from his cigarette that's not even half done.
"Extra-long," he chortles. "Just like my cock." "Hu-r-r-ry," I stutter my
body convulsing. "If you don't stop whining," he replies. "I'm going to
make you wait even longer." My pussy is damp already, just from his words
and he continues to torment me. "I'm going to penetrate so hard you'll see
stars," he goes on. "And I when I release you you're going to do exactly
what I tell you to do." "Yes, Master," I reply. "Yes, I am your master," he
smiles, pleased with the title. "And if you disobey me, you get punished
like this." It's all a perverted game to him, but does he know how much
control over me he really does have? One word from him and my entire
existence, as well as all my Clan's, will be terminated. He's three
quarters finished his smoke and I try to control my anticipation. He gives
his penis another caress secreting more milky liquid. "You're going to lick
that up," he tells me. "My cock is going to taste so hot and juicy in your
mouth." My insides are begging for him to stop but I don't say a word, not
wanting to make my sentence longer than it has to be. "Steamy, moist,
sticky semen is going to pour into you," he proceeds. "All over your mouth,
thighs, breasts..." He stops to ease his trembling penis. He has one last
puff left which he inhales slowly. "Alright," he announces, sending a
shiver of ecstasy down my spine. He peels the clothes from my body
carefully and unravels the bonds. "First," he whispers, shoving my head
between his legs. "You're going to suck." He rests one hand on the back of
my head, holding me down. "That's right," he groans, pushing me to him.
"Make me nice and damp." His moans of rapture echo throughout the hollow
room as my mouth readily and hungrily accepts his stiff cock. His hands are
everywhere and he forces his cock farther into my throat until I swear he
is touching my tonsils. I try to come up for air but he keeps his hold
firm. "Harder," he demands. He bobs up and down in my mouth and I let out a
feeble whimper. "You like this don't you?" he smiles. "You like sucking
cock?" "Only your cock," I want to tell him, but my mouth fills up with cum
which I guzzle hastily. "Mmmm, you're my little cock-sucker," he moans,
pulling himself free from my clasp. I fall to the floor, panting for air.
His juices form a puddle below him and he orders me to lick it up. I
comply, enjoying his command. "Now lay on your stomach," he instructs,
which I do. "Now since you've been so compliant, I'm going to give you the
choice of how I fuck you. Do you want it slow and deep or fast and hard.
"Fast...hard..." I groan and he thrusts himself into my ass, rutting me. He
brings me to orgasm in less than a minute and pulls himself out of me. "I
told you I would fuck you harder that you've ever been fucked before," he
boasts, leaving me a moment to pursue his other guilty pleasure. The smoke
drifts across the room and mixes with the scent of sex. "Are you an angel
from on high or a demon from the depths of hell?" I demand, tears forming
in my eyes. "Neither," he answers. "I am your shadow. Wherever you are,
I'll always be but two steps behind you. Always." "Who are you?" I whisper.
"Really and truly." "Really and truly?" he repeats. "When the sun rises I
will be just a figment of your imagination." I wriggle my way into his lap
and lean my head on his chest. He lovingly nuzzles my neck and lightly
kisses my cheek. By now, I am totally in his power and cannot move until he
requests me to. "Your teeth," he says. I realise that both my canine teeth
have elongated and are protruding from my lips. "They're beautiful," he
sighs and holds me close to his body. "Immortal beauty." I shut my eyes and
feel him bite my lower lip. "Ow!" I scream. "That hurt!" He grins, showing
identical sharp, pearly white teeth. I gasp and his words ring in my head.
"Wherever you are, I'll always be but two steps behind you. Always."
"Always," I murmur and drift into a deep sleep.

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