OBEDIENCE
by DBKate
dbkate@yahoo.com

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As always, he was making me wait.

I had the report ready for the past two hours, but that didn't matter.
 He was taking his time on purpose.  I knew that for a fact and just
the thought of such calculated callousness on his part was already
starting to make me squirm.

I wasn't going to get off easily tonight.

Oh, I knew the rules of our game.  Well, actually there was only one
real rule.  Whatever Mulder wanted, that's what I did.  What I wanted
or thought was completely irrelevant.  I could either take it or leave
it, and not very surprisingly, I always took it.

No matter what it was.

The time before it was a blowjob given while he was on the phone to
god knows who, talking casually as I swallowed him down.  He rewarded
me by letting me touch myself while I did it.   I was also allowed to
thank him for his generosity when I was finished and of course, I did.  

He'd nodded, then waved me from his office and told me that he'd talk
to me later about the next time.  If there was going to be a next
time.  He wasn't sure yet, he'd have to think about it.

My face burned at his words but I nodded.  And then I waited.  Waited
for the phone call or the email or even the whispered order in my ear
during lunch hour.  The anticipation was driving me insane, but I had
to act casually, especially around him.  That was another rule, albeit
unspoken.   

Oh, yeah, he'd come down to the lab, sometimes for business, sometimes
just to try and rattle me, make me squirm.  I wasn't allowed to show
discomfiture, not allowed any begging rights whatsoever and if I did
or even tried, the punishment could range from a simple humiliation
all the way up to a full trial, handcuffs and cock ring included.

I'll admit, there were times I'd goad him into punishing me.  But if I
pushed it too far, he'd ignore me, and that was the very worst
punishment of all.  The only one I couldn't stand.

But he finally arrived, close to midnight.  Took the report from
hands, which were starting to shake and read it slowly.  Sat down,
took a sunflower seed from out of his pocket and cracked it between
his teeth, letting his tongue do the rest.  His movements were slow,
deliberate ... callous.  

It was making me tremble.

I tried to think of anything besides the previous times we'd been
together, all the things he'd done to me, sometimes in the very spot
were in at that moment, but my body was remembering everything quite
well, thank you very much.  Remembering the time he had me suck him
off in the elevator of his apartment building or the time he fucked me
on the roof right in broad daylight.  

The time he'd forced me to masturbate for him while he silently
watched. Or the time he'd blindfolded me and tied me to his bed and
then did nothing for an hour except sit next to me and watch TV,
aimlessly clicking the remote, ignoring me as I panted and squirmed
right beside him.  Finally straddled me, told me to open my mouth and
filled it with his cock letting me suck him off which I did with a
greediness I never imagined I had.

When he untied me, I was allowed to touch myself again and, of course,
thank him for it when I was through.  Which I did, and it came
straight from my heart.

Mulder shut the repost with a *snap* and I jumped at the sound,
startled.  Felt myself flush as he scrutinized me carefully. 
Attention to detail was another part of our game and I tried to be
scrupulous about it, but, of course, I never got everything right.  
No matter how hard I tried, I was always forgetting -something- and
that was not allowed.

"Where did you get that tie?" he asked in what would appear to any
observer a casual question, but my heart thudded to a stop at the
sound of it.

Like I said, I was always forgetting -something.-  "It's... it's... " 
I stuttered.

Got a narrow look in reply.  "I think that a blue tie would go better
with that suit, no?"

Unable to speak, I just nodded.  He'd given me specific instructions
on what to wear, and when and how to wear them.  Of course, he often
changed his preferences, sometimes without telling me, but complaining
about it would do me no good.  

No, not a damn bit of good.

He rose, towering over me.  "Come with me," he said sharply and I
obeyed. 

Walked down the empty Bureau hallway with him, keeping up with his
long stride with two quick ones of my own giving me what I'm sure was
a trotting appearance.  He ushered me into a conference room, quickly
shutting and locking the door behind us.  

I glanced nervously around the room, took a peek at the security
cameras and noticed that they had been shut off.  Or at least I
-hoped- they'd been shut off.  Stood quiettly as Mulder circled around
me and then leaned back against a wall, his arms folded in front of
him.  

He was scowling.  "Brian, you know that I only like to say things
once.  And when I say these things, I like you to be paying attention
to them.  You had specific instructions about what to wear today,
didn't you?"

I nodded, my mouth turning terribly dry.  "Yes, sir.  I did."

"And did you follow these instructions?"

Excuses ran through my mind like wildfire, but those would just make
things worse.  Much, much worse. "No, sir.  I did not."

He shook his head.  Looked a bit sad.  "Brian, what am I going to do
with you?"

I took in a deep shuddering breath, but didn't reply.  Oh, I knew what
I wanted him to do to me, but didn't dare say it.  I could only hope.

He rose up to his full height, took me by the arm and spun me around. 
I wobbled for a second, then caught my balance right before he shoved
me against the edge of the conference room table.  I felt his hand
pushing hard against the back of my head and I folded beneath its
pressure, bending in half until my cheek was against the wood.  Nimble
fingers made quick work of my belt and my pants dropped to my ankles. 
A quick nudge between my knees indicated that I should spread out,
which I immediately did, as far as I was able to.  

Felt a warm hand caress my ass right before the first slap rang out. 
Of course, I wasn't wearing any underwear, yet another rule, and I
didn't dare make a sound when the second slap rang out.  

"Brian, you don't want me to get angry with you now do you?"

Another slap, this time a hard one.  I felt the tears spring to my
eyes, but bit them back. "No sir.  I don't.  Please sir..."

A bit of wetness at my opening and a finger quickly slid inside of me.
 "No begging.  Just yes or no.  You plan on paying attention to me
from now on, don't you?"

The finger twisted and I stifled a moan.  "Yes, sir," I gasped as one
finger turned into two, then three.  Leapt as I received yet another
slap, this time hard enough to leave a mark.

The fingers disappeared and I felt miserably empty.  I moaned, just
softly enough to make that fact known, but not get into any more
trouble.  

"And you're not going to forget anything any more?"  

Gasped when I felt a much more welcome thickness fill me.  Painful at
first, but the pain soon melted into something wonderful.  I moaned
against the wood, fighting the urge to shove myself back onto Mulder,
not willing to risk making him angry.  "No, no ... sir, I won't forget
again," I babbled as he started to move inside of me.   "I promise,
and ... oh, god..."

I bit my lip, hard enough to draw blood as his body began to slap
against mine.  Felt his fingers dig into my hips, pulling me onto him
and heard him start to pant as he fucked me.  Oh, god my cock was
stone hard and dripping against my stomach, even without being touched
and my balls were on fire.  The wood was cool against my face and I
clutched the sides of the table as he began to thrust wildly into me,
calling my name and groaning loudly.  I rubbed myself a bit against
the table, not enough to be noticed and nearly fainted at the pleasure
of the sensation.  

God I was being fucked, right in the middle of that conference room,
bent over a goddamn table and anyone could walk in at any second
catching us both, all because of a goddamn tie that I'd forgotten
about and I was going to come harder than I'd ever had before and...

Felt three more hard thrusts, and felt Mulder burrow his head between
my shoulder blades to muffle his scream.  Felt the hot warmth fill me
and felt the lightning shoot down my spine as I followed him, spurting
out, stifling my cries against the wood praying I wouldn't pass out
cold.

Hopefully.

A moment later, I heard a small laugh as shaking hands pulled my pants
up.  Felt a warm kiss tickle my neck.  "Jesus, Bri," Mulder panted,
trying to stifle a laugh.  "You *are* out of your mind."

I stood up shakily, turned around and chuckled at his flushed face. 
"I am... *sir*?"

He gave me a wry grin.  "Tomorrow we are sticking to a rental movie
and a nice slow one on the couch.  Is that *clear*, Agent Pendrell?"

I smiled at him.  Brightly.  "Oh, yes sir.  It's *very* clear."

And all I received was a quick spank in reply.

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