Serah Sanguine

“No,” she replied with slight anger tinged in her voice. She opened the car door and slammed it shut. She could feel the device sitting heavy in her lace panties. She moved her hips slightly to make it more comfortable for herself but it only made things worse. 

Mulder unbuckled his seat belt, a smile still plastered on his face.  He lifted his left hand and ran his palm over his right breast pocket, feeling the small device sitting close to heart. He would use it when she least expected it and he was going to drive her wild. 

He stepped out of the car, shutting and locking it before following Scully up her mother's path. 

“Hello, mom.”

“Hi Dana, I hope you’re hungry — and just for you, Fox, I have made plenty of pumpkin pie.” She gave her daughter a quick hug and then gave Mulder one too, gesturing for them to go inside.

“Thank you, Mrs Scully, you know how I love your pie.”

“Yes, dear, I know. And how many times have I told you to call me Maggie!”

“Thank you, Maggie, for having me.”

He walked through to the dining room and looked amazed at the layout before them. There was a complete spread: a whole turkey plus stuffing balls; three different kinds of sauces; yams, potatoes, sweet potatoes. Everything you could imagine was on the table in front of him. He couldn’t remember the last time he had such a meal but it wasn’t just the meal. It was the love that had gone into it. It warmed his heart. And the smile was still on his face. 

Half an hour went by and they were all comfortable eating and chatting away, turkey on plates, veg on forks. Mulder had managed to get the slender little remote out of his breast pocket and into his hand, which was situated under the table. 

Scully had just placed a mouthful of yam and placed her fork back on the table when Mulder double-clicked the remote. 

Scully felt the vibrating egg in her panties start to vibrate; it was sitting directly against her clit. Mulder had set it to medium vibration straight away. She let out a deep gruntful moan deep within her throat before swallowing what she had in her mouth. She threw Mulder a dirty look, and he smiled mischievously in return.  

It took a few minutes before he pressed the button again, this time at an even more intense vibration. Her panties were dripping with her desire. Her hands gripped the edge of the table. She was biting the inside of her cheek. She shouldn’t be this turned on, shouldn’t want to have this kind of pleasure at her mother's dining room table with her mother sitting across from her. She was desperate for it just to take her over the edge. So fucking desperate, the sweat was forming in her palms and on her brow. She could feel herself trying to calm her breathing. 

“Dana, is everything alright?” Maggy asked, concerned.

“Yes, Mom,” she let out hoarsely. “I think I swallowed it wrong.” The vibrations were still intensifying, hitting against her nerves, getting her closer and closer. 

“Okay, dear, just be careful.”

Scully simply nodded as she was about to shatter. And then everything stopped. 

She didn’t know whether to be relieved or furious at the fact the Mulder was in ultimate control and making her own body betray her. 

She continued her dinner without another incident from Mulder; her panties were still sticky and sweet for her own desire. As soon as her food was finished, she stood up.

“I’ll be back in a minute, mom.”

“Okay, dear.”

Scully walked calm and collected towards the stairs before rushing to the bathroom. 

Five minutes passed, then another five. Mulder said politely to Maggie that he wanted to go check on Scully. 

He knocked on the bathroom and waited before turning the handle, opening it to find it empty, so he guessed that she was in her old bedroom. He knocked quietly but there was no answer. He knocked again. He found her silently looking at him with a devilish lustful look in her eyes. 

He walked into her old bedroom and claimed her mouth fiercely locking his lips with her own, tasting the sweet and the savoury of the meal previously eaten. She stepped back, then stood on her tiptoes and whispered in his ear. 

“I want you to take me here and now but we must be silent.”

He looked at her and asked, “Are you sure?” to which she had a simple reply. She grabbed his rock hard cock in his jeans from their kiss earlier. She turned around and placed her hand down her pant trousers to get the vibrating egg out of her panties. She felt Mulder’s hand on top of hers which sent another pool of desire to between her legs. He grabbed the small egg, which was the size of a small bullet, from her hand and took it off her. 

He started kissing the crook of her neck, sending shivers down her spine, before claiming her as his. Pulling her trousers down to her ankles before tearing her black lace panties off her skin. 

“So damp for me Scully. Naughty girl,” he said.

“Please Mulder…” She had no idea how she was begging. But he didn’t care—he loved the wild and naughty side of Scully. 

He undid the zip of his trousers and lowered his trousers and boxer shorts before wrapping his hand around his shaft, audibly groaning, feeling the pre-cum leaking out of his tip. Scully was now bent over her high footboard, her legs spread in anticipation for him, her trousers around her ankles

He never had any clue how he got so lucky to have a woman like this in his life but damn he was not going to leave her waiting.  

He could smell her desire. With his cock in hand, he placed it at her entrance, sliding through her wet folds before burying himself inside her. She was tight and sweet and all the anticipation had led to this moment. He started pumping into her incredibly slowly. His nails were digging into her hips, leaving half-moons in her skin, her groans were getting louder and louder. 

“Scully, we have got to be quiet, your mom is downstairs,” he whispered in her ear, chest flush against the expanse of her back.

“Shit, god Mulder, I’m so fucking close,” she whispered hoarsely back. And he knew it was the time to bring the egg back into play. He picked it up from the end of the bed and turned it on manually without the remote. The familiar buzzing sound filled the room. He brought it down between her legs and sat it against her clit. 

“Is this what you wanted Scully?” He thrust in hard and sharp. “Every time I turned the egg on, is this what you wanted?” He thrust harder and faster. “Every time I turned it on, I saw you undressing me with your eyes. Thinking of all the ways you were going to get back to me.” He slid himself all the way out before pumping himself deep within her. “I can wait for your revenge, Scully, I’m looking forward to it even.” 

The bed started to slide ever so slightly against the carpet. The room filled with soft moans, flesh hitting flesh and the sound of a small vibration. The room smelt of sex and they were both so close to reaching bliss. 

They both felt her body go rigid and start to spasm. She covered her mouth with her duvet to stop her screaming out in pure pleasure. His nails dug in deep and he nuzzled into her neck and bit down, releasing himself into her. 

“Dana, Fox, is everything okay? I heard banging.” Maggy shouted concerned 

Scully quickly let Mulder pull up her trouser pants even without her panties. She gave Mulder a quick kiss on the cheek.

“Everything’s fine, mom, I’ll be down in a moment.

She let out a devilish giggle and left her bedroom. All Mulder could think was god he loved that woman. 

Only joking. 

“Fuck” he pulled her pants trousers down to her ankles, then he ripped her panties off to get a better look at the object in question. He bent her body over the couch and spread her legs seeing the shiny metal shaped red glistening heart-shaped butt plug in between her white cream ass cheeks. “Scully you are so fucking hot” 

He ran his fingers down her wet folds before taking the bundle of nerves in his mouth and making her quiver. He nibbled and licked and sucked she couldn’t think straight. All she could do was moan and groan with the absolute pleasure of what he was doing to her. She was close, so close and then he stopped she could hear him undoing his pants and boxers shorts before feeling his rock hard shaft move through her folds and into her core. She felt herself stretch around him taking in his length and girth. She could feel him lean over to whisper in her ear.

“Next time we are going to do it just the way I want.” He thrust sharply burying himself inside her and then taking himself nearly all the way out. He was driving her insane and he knew it “in that tight little ass of yours” he thrust twice more. “God you so tight and we haven't even got where I want to be yet” she felt herself shatter around him and it wasn't long before she felt him follow her into orgasmic bliss. 

Her body went limp. There was sweat on her brow and her skin was sticky. He stood her allowing her to also move.

“I think we need a shower Mulder” she laughed he nodded lust still in his eyes.

She pulled up her pants trousers before walking through to her bathroom, with him close behind her.

“Best birthday ever” 

She heard him say and her face grew into a massive smile. 

“Oh, yeah, I like surprises.” He wiggled his eyebrows at her. Scully rolled her eyes before going into the fridge and retrieving their pecan pie.

He looked confused but extremely happy with what she brought over to the table.

“For me?”

“For us, from mom.” She beamed at him.

Half an hour later there was barely a crumb left on either of their plates.

“It’s a Thursday,” he stated.

“So it is,” she replied. The realisation sunk in and it sent a pool of desire between her legs.

“Only if you’re sure,” he confirmed.

“Yes, Sir,” she said, smiling seductively.

“Do you remember your safe word?”

“Pickles,” she affirmed.

“Good girl, now I want you to undo my trousers and give me a treat,” Mulder ordered.

“Yes, Master.”

She sat on her knees on the carpet and licked her lips. She could easily see how hard he was at the mere mention of this game of theirs.

She raised her arms and unclasped his belt buckle, which felt heavy in her hands. The rough of his jeans rubbed against her t-shirt, which caused amazing friction against her breasts, making her nipples pucker and harden. She let out a soft moan; she couldn’t tell what he did to her.

“Oh, Scully, we haven’t even started yet.”

She continued by undoing his zip and lowering his jeans to his ankles. Slowly, he stepped out of them and she threw them onto the sofa. She placed her hand under the hem of his boxer shorts. His skin was red hot and smooth under the palm of her hands. She did the same to his boxers as she did to his jeans.

“What are you thankful for, Scully?”

She didn't answer. Instead, she blew cold air onto his extremely red penis, straining against the air,  begging to be touched. But he never did the begging — that was all her. She inwardly smiled.

She licked the rim of his tip before she used the flat of her tongue to lick down his shaft to his balls. She always loved his taste and smell. She loved to defy his orders in some small way because sometimes the punishment was worth the excitement and exhilaration.

“Fuck, Scully, I want you to take all of me.”

She looked up at him, her eyes ablaze with desire. She slowly lowered her mouth onto him inch by inch. By the time she had finished his whole penis was in her mouth. Thank god for her nonexistent gag reflex.

“What are you thankful for, Scully?” he asked again.

She swished and swirled her tongue around his girth. He let out a loud, deep groan, so she sucked in her cheeks and started bobbing her head. She was using her tongue, her teeth and her hands — touching the skin on his stomach, making the pleasure intensify with every stroke of her tongue.

“God, Scully, I want you to swallow me take all of me.”

She did as she was told and within a few strokes, she felt him stiffen and explode into her mouth. Swallowing all of him, the hot white liquid flowed freely down her throat.

He had finished and stood up abruptly. She had barely licked her lips when he pulled her up, swiping the empty plates to the floor and hearing them crash. He lowered her jeans, leaving them hanging around her calves before he bent her over the table and ripped her small red panties with a growl before entering her. They both knew how dripping wet she would be so he knew they wouldn’t need lube. He placed his chest flush against her back, kissing her exposed shoulder and clavicle. Kissing, nibbling, evening biting at one point before he started pounding into her. Theirs was usually sweet and sensual sex, but every now and again they liked it hard and fast.

He slipped in and out with little effort, the table was scraping against the carpet, making little marks that would never go away. He started to feel her getting close, with the clamping of her walls and the sounds of her moans escaping her throat.

“You can’t come until you tell me what you’re thankful for.”

Scully shook her head and she refused to say a single word. He licked from her shoulder to the sweet spot under her ear. With one hand running down the expanse of her stomach, he found her clit sticky and sweet in between their bodies. He rubbed his fingers ecstatically against her clit.

“What are you thankful for, Scully?” he whispered low in her ear.

“You, Master, oh god. You, Sire— Fuck—”

And with that, he felt her body spasming into an epic release of endorphins, her walls clamping around his cock. It wasn't long before he came as well.

He brought her to the floor, so at least she would not fall after she came back to reality.

“Good girl,” he whispered softly.

He noticed she was still in that little space after a really big orgasm, so he picked her up and removed her clothes before placing her in bed. He undressed before sliding into the bed next to her, joining her in a blissful sleep which he knew she would soon arrive at.

The next morning, Scully woke up to Mulder staring at her through the rays of gold and orange. “What time is it?”

“7:30, but don't worry, we weren’t meant to be in work today, remember? Skinner gave us the day off.”

She nodded in affirmation, remembering the night before and smiled at him. “I’m never going to get that pie out of my carpet.”

He laughed. “I’ll pay for a cleaner.”

He winked at her knowing that only meant Scully in a maid outfit for the next playtime. He smiled wickedly before giving her a quick kiss and exiting the bed to go make coffee.