Title: Walking the Dark Path: Book I
Author: Fantome Matresse
Email Address: fantomemaitresse@hotmail.com
Archive: I've already sent it to Gossamer and the Spookys; okay for 
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Spoilers: Not a one.
Rating: NC17
Classification: MSR/Smut/Mild BDSM
Summary: Mulder and Scully explore a 'darker side' of their sexual 
relationship.
Note: This, and its sequel, take a look into a scenario that I can see 
easily. However, I know that it may offend some - it does contain a mild 
BDSM sexual relationship - if this will upset you, please don't read it.
Thanks: To the friend who encouraged me, had faith in me to tell this story 
well, and calmed me down enough to finish, and post this. You know who you 
are.

Disclaimer: Yeah, whatever



Walking the Dark Path: Book I
By - Fantome Matresse


The tension in the room is palpable. Scully is sitting on the edge of the 
bed, watching me. Like a cat, ready to pounce on her unsuspecting prey. Only 
I'm anything but unsuspecting. This was my plan to start with.

Her eyes look me over, meet mine for a brief moment, then drop. My look must 
have reminded her of her place here, tonight. She agreed to this, now she 
has to play by the rules.

"I'm giving you one last chance to stop. Once I close this door, unless I 
hear the word we agreed upon earlier, I won't stop what we're doing until I 
decide it's time."

Her cheeks blush slightly, and her shoulders rise just enough for me to 
wonder if she will take this last out. Then her head shakes, and her entire 
demeanor changes. "No, I'm not backing out of this." And she raises her head 
rather defiantly. "Master," she all but purrs, her lips pursed slightly, as 
if she's daring me to continue.

Actually hearing her say that sends shockwaves straight to my cock, and with 
a flip of my wrist, I shut the door, silently accepting the challenge I see 
presented in her eyes. "I'm very glad to hear that, pet." Her eyebrow shoots 
up, and I simply smile. "Problem?" She shakes her head no, but not before 
shooting me a glare.

Making a tsking sound with my tongue, I shake my head. "Defiance so early. 
If I didn't know better, I'd say you wanted me to punish you before we even 
get started." Taking a step in her direction, closing the distance in the 
small room, I run a finger down her cheek. "Or is that it? You want me 
punish you so soon?"

I get no answer, and nod. "Don't worry beautiful, you'll get what you want." 
I step back, leaning against the wall. "Before we begin, I want to make sure 
we're on the same page. Safeword?"

She sighs quietly, her eyes focused about at my adams apple. "Fox," she 
murmurs, a slight waver to her voice that could easily be apprehension, or 
amusement that I agreed to the use of my first name.

"Good. Now," I smile slightly, and lean back against the padded wall of the 
small, sound-proof room we'd 'borrowed' for tonight. "Strip. Slowly." Her 
hand starts to reach for her blouse. "Stand up. Come on pet, you know what I 
want to see, don't test me."

As she rises to her feet, her fingers sliding over the buttons of her silk 
top, I trace every curve of her firm, luscious body with my eyes. I commit 
every move, every detail to memory, filing it all in such a way that I can 
replay it later.

She parts the soft material covering her body, and slowly slides it from her 
body, her movements tantalizing, teasing. "Very good," I whisper, watching 
the blouse hit the floor at her feet. Her hands curl behind her back to 
remove the thin lace that encases her breasts. "No," I command, rather 
sharply. She stops, mid-movement, and looks up into my eyes. "Skirt next. 
Then I want you to dance for me Scully, in just those last pieces of lace. 
Only when I tell you, may you remove your bra and panties"

Dipping her head once, sharply, she lowers her hands, slowly unzipping her 
skirt. Pushing slightly, the material falls from her hips, pooling at her 
ankles. Stepping out of the circle it makes at her feet, she swivels her 
hips slightly, as if moving to a tune that only she can hear. Small fingers 
slide over her skin, touching her body. She cups her breasts, as if offering 
them to me; I take the invitation, and step forward, bending to take a 
nipple into my mouth through her bra. A low moan leaves her mouth as her 
body stills, and her back arches toward me. Instantly, my teeth close 
sharply over the small peak of flesh in my mouth, at the same time my left 
hand descends, slapping her ass firmly. She lets out a sharp cry, followed 
by a whimper. "I didn't tell you to stop moving," I growl, tugging her 
nipple once more between my teeth, before releasing it. "Dance," I order, 
turning the attention of my mouth to her other breast.

She begins to move again, swaying, dipping slightly, always keeping her 
breasts thrust up, no matter where I move my mouth. My right hand drops, my 
left still gripping her ass, and falls between her thighs. "Spread your 
legs," I order, thrusting my hand hard toward her pussy. She does, and to 
her credit doesn't stop moving, writhing against me. My fingers dig into the 
crotch of her panties, and then dip under the elastic, becoming covered in 
her juices. "Stop," I whisper into her ear, withdrawing my hand. She does.

My fingers, wet and sticky from her arousal, press to her lips. "Suck them 
clean," I demand, my erect cock straining against my jeans, pressing into 
her hip. Her lips part slightly, and the tip of her small pink tongue slips 
out, tasting herself on my fingers. She grimaces slightly, and pulls her 
head back, clamping her mouth firmly shut. I quickly deliver three sharp, 
stinging spanks to her ass. "Clean them," I say again, my hand poised to 
strike again if she refuses. Closing her eyes tightly, she dips her head 
enough to take my fingers into her mouth, her tongue instantly going to work 
cleaning herself from my hand. "Good girl," I whisper into her hair, 
becoming gentle again, for the moment.

I'm not setting out to be nasty - only controlling. Demanding. Doling out 
punishment as it is needed, giving orders, and always, giving loving praise 
when she obeys. I want to be her fantasy. I know the chances of getting to 
do this very often are slim, so I want to make sure it's a lasting 
experience.

She sucks hard on my fingers a few times, then leans her head back, looking 
up at me. "Well?" she asks softly, not showing the defiance she had just 
moments ago. "What now?"

Kissing the side of her head softly, I step back. "Take them off," I murmur, 
sitting on the edge of the bed. "And then give me a blow job. Stop before I 
come, or I will add that to the list of things to punish you for, and it 
will be more severe."

Unclasping her bra, she removes it slowly from her body, dropping it to the 
floor. Her nipple is still red from the bite I'd given it, and I brush a 
fingertip over it. She shivers, her fingers hooked into the elastic of her 
underwear. At my nod, she slips them off, and steps out of them, her 
movements fluidly segueing her body into a kneeling position at my feet. 
"May I remove your jeans, Master?" she coos, staring up at me.

"You may, pet," I reply, not moving in the least to help her, as she places 
her hands against the fly of my jeans, slowly and carefully unzipping it. 
Her fingers, cool on my heated skin, move under the waist of the denim 
covering my lower body, and tug. Giving in as she struggles, I lift my hips 
just enough, and the jeans slide down my hips to my knees. She stops, and 
moves to my ankles, tugging the legs over my bare feet.

Dropping them on top of her clothes, she kneels back up toward me. "May I 
suck your cock?" she asks, her fingers touching me lightly. I nod, and 
smile. She's getting the hang of this. As she lowers her mouth, taking just 
the head between her lips, I allow one hand to stray to her hair, stroking 
it.

"Remember, don't let me come. I'm not ready for that yet," I tell her, 
closing my eyes as she begins to suck. "I won't stop you, so it's up to you 
to stop yourself."

Dropping her mouth lower, the tip of my throbbing cock nudging the back of 
her throat, she nods in understanding, the motion causing me to groan. The 
feel of her hot, wet mouth engulfing me, sucking, her tongue licking, the 
tips of her fingers stroking my balls, and down to my perineum, pressing 
softly is sheer heaven, and causes me to harden further, painfully, in her 
mouth.

It won't take much of this to send me over, and I start to wonder if she 
wants that, when her head lifts slowly, her teeth barely touching, but 
scraping up my cock. Taking a gentle nip at the head, she stops, leaning 
back and looking up at me.

Sucking in a few deep breaths, I swallow, trying to moisten my dry throat. 
"Very good beautiful," I tell her, slowly removing my hand from her hair. My 
fingers trail down her soft skin, brushing over her breast, down her 
stomach, and settling on her inner thigh. "Do you want to come, my pet?"

I watch her lick her lips, and nod wantonly. "If you would like me to, yes."

"I do." Withdrawing from her, I reach under the bed, and pick up a dildo, 
offering it to her. "Lay back, where you are, and use this. Make yourself 
come. You have five minutes, and for every minute over, you'll receive five 
additional spanks with whatever implement I use to punish you for earlier 
with."

Her hand curls around the fake penis, taking it from my hand. It's large, 
and she swallows noticeably as she lays back. I toss a pillow to her, for 
under her head, and instruct her that she is to keep her eyes open, and on 
me the entire time. With a nod, she licks her lips again, and parts the lips 
of her cunt, pushing the head of the rubber cock inside herself. Her eyes 
meet mine, as she pushes firmly, the entire thing slipping into her pussy. 
She moans, and begins moving the dildo slowly in and out, her other hand 
finding her clit, and rubbing.

"Three minutes pet," I inform her, and she responds by moving both hands 
faster, thrusting her hips up to meet the cock as she fucks herself with it. 
She whimpers and moans, writhing on the floor, coming closer to orgasm with 
each thrust.

"One minute." She groans loudly in frustration and need, working her fingers 
faster over her clit, thrusting the dildo fiercely into her dripping pussy. 
As I watch, almost transfixed, she shuts her eyes, letting out a scream, her 
body shaking violently as she comes on the floor at my feet. I don't even 
give her time to come down, before I reach, snatching the rubber cock from 
her in one swift, forceful motion. "Seven minutes, and you stopped looking 
at me. Fifteen additional spanks beautiful."

She whimpers again, and opens her eyes, staring up at me, eyes wide, 
breathing hard. "Yes Master," she murmurs, biting her lip.

Moving again, I snatch her wrists from where they both still lie between her 
legs. Tugging her to her feet, I gently toss her over the edge of the bed, 
leaving her hips and lower body hanging off the edge. "Do I need to tie you 
down, or will you stay in place while I administer your punishment for your 
defiance, and disobedience?"

"Tie me, please," she whispers, resting her cheek against the bedspread. 
Nodding, I trace her spine with my fingertips, before moving, securing the 
restraints attached to the bedframe to her wrists, above her head.

"You have a choice, pet," I murmur, moving to her ass, and spreading my hand 
over her cheeks. "I owe you forty five swats. I plan to use three 
implements: my hand, a flogger, and my belt." Her ass cheeks tighten at my 
words, and I continue to stroke her softly. "I can either give you the full 
forty five, ten with my hand, thirty with the flogger, and five with the 
belt, or I can cut it to thirty, and give you ten each. It's up to you, but 
I want you to know, I will not hold back, no matter which you choose."

Her back rises and falls a bit unsteadily as she considers her options. 
"Give me the thirty," she whispers, her voice wavering slightly.

My hand strokes her cheeks once more, then raises, to begin her punishment. 
"I want you to count them. I won't start over if you miscount, but you will 
receive the stroke again." Her head nods, and I begin, my hand coming into 
contact with her ass, the crack of flesh on flesh echoing.

She gasps, and tenses under the contact. "One," she mumbles, her hands 
fisting against the restraints. My hand lifts, and I deliver another 
stinging slap. And again. She keeps count well, doesn't falter, and I know 
that while this hurts, it's just a warm-up.

"Ten," she says shakily at the last swat of my hand. The breath she takes in 
as I move to pick up the flogger is shaky. "Third of the way through, 
right?" she asks softly, turning her head and looking at me over her 
shoulder.

Nodding, I take my position behind her again. "Yes," I answer, raising my 
arm. Her face turns quickly back into the mattress, making it obvious she 
can't watch me beat her. My hand falls, the whip contacting with her skin, 
making her cry out.

"Eleven!" she cries, and I don't give her a change to catch her breath 
before delivering the next blow. "Twelve," she gets out around another cry.

Her tears don't begin to flow until fifteen, but she's still able to talk 
through them as if they weren't there by twenty. Stopping, I gently trail 
the edges of the flogger over her reddening ass, and she moans, her hands 
still clenched tightly. "Do you need a minute?" I ask softly, resting a hand 
against one of her cheeks, feeling the heat radiating into my palm. Her head 
shakes, and she tugs slightly on the leather holding her to the bed.

I step back, and move to pick up the thick leather belt. It's light, and 
won't cause damage, but will hurt, considerably more than what she's 
experienced so far. Moving back behind her, she looks up at me again. "Ten 
more, you can do it," I assure her, knowing this is the hardest spanking 
I've ever given her, and since my last was the hardest she'd ever received . 
. . she's in for that to change. A doubtful look crosses her face, as I 
stroke the belt over her ass. "You can, because you don't have a choice," I 
whisper, raising the belt, and slashing it down onto her red cheeks before 
she can lower her head, forcing her to watch it hit her vulnerable body. 
More tears instantly fill her big, beautiful eyes, and she drops her head to 
the mattress once again, letting out a pained scream.

I nudge her with my knee, really not wanting to repeat too many strokes with 
the belt, knowing from that reaction that I'll likely have to repeat at 
least one. "Twenty one," she gasps out, her tears evident now.

Raising my hand, I repeat the motion, not putting anywhere near all my 
strength behind it, but enough that she lets out another scream, and 
whimpers the stroke number. This becomes pattern, until stroke twenty eight. 
She simply lays there, sobbing. Sighing, I lean to next to her head. "You 
can't keep count anymore, can you?" I whisper into her ear. Her head shakes, 
and she hiccups, letting out another sob. "Okay, I'm going to give you five 
more strokes, for that, but I'll do it rapidly, so that you don't have to 
wait for it to be over, all right pet?"

Around another sob, she nods once, and buries her face back into the pillow. 
I was afraid for a moment that in her inability to talk, she couldn't utter 
her safeword if she really wanted, which is why I make sure that she knows 
what I'm going to do. Kissing her cheek, I stand again, and raise my arm, 
letting the belt fall, hard, against her abused ass. Before the scream is 
even out of her mouth, I let it fall again. And again. Five times total, by 
which time she's just laying there, not moving, sobbing loudly. I kneel 
behind her, and rest my cheek against her ass, feeling the heat just 
radiating. She flinches from the touch, and sucks in another deep breath, 
her sobs slowly quieting. Dipping my face lower, I nudge her legs further 
apart, and flick my tongue into her dripping pussy.

That's one thing that always amazes me - no matter how much pain she takes, 
she's always turned on by it. Her cries turn to soft moans, often the sounds 
mingling, as I continue lapping at her wetness, pulling it into my mouth, 
filling my senses with her scent, her taste. Stopping, I kneel up, and 
plunge my throbbing cock into her cunt, slamming into her hard, over and 
over, my hips slapping against her tender ass with each thrust. She 
whimpers, and I reach under her stomach to finger her clit as I fuck her.

Her body tenses, then thrashes under mine, her pussy clenching and 
contracting around my cock, her orgasm almost violent. Pulling out of her 
before I come myself, I part her ass cheeks, and press the head of my cock, 
lubricated with her juices, against the tight bud of her anus. "Relax," I 
tell her, even though orgasmic spasms are still running though her. The head 
of my cock slips into her tight opening, and I return my fingers to her 
clit, stroking it light and fast right on the very tip, causing her entire 
body to shudder uncontrollably. Thrusting in the rest of the way, my hips 
resting on her cheeks, I can feel the heat from her spanking warming my 
skin.

My balls hurt, I need to come so badly, so I increase the pressure 
considerably on her clit, and slip the fingers of my other hand into her 
pussy, as I pull almost all the way out of her ass, and slam back in. I set 
up a hard, fast rhythm. Lowering myself on top of her, I lower my mouth over 
the back of her neck, suckling at the small incision there. She moans 
loudly, her body still moving under me. "Oh god, oh . . . come in my ass 
Master, please," she begs softly.

Her words set me off, and I thrust once more, deeply, pulling her by her 
cunt back against me, my hips bucking hard against her sore ass.

"I love you," she whispers to me, as I slow my thrusts, finally stopping, 
collapsing on top of her. My tongue licks at the back of her neck for a 
moment, before I nod. "I do, I love you," she murmurs, as if I didn't 
believe her the first time.

Slowly moving off of her, withdrawing my cock from her anus slowly, I reach 
and unbuckle the straps on her wrists, before sitting up, and pulling her 
into my lap. "I know, and I love you too beautiful." Lowering my face to 
hers, I kiss away the last of her tears, and give her a small smile. "You 
know I don't look at this as just a game, right?" I whisper into her ear, 
holding her close, the remnants of both her sobs and orgasm still causing 
her to shake slightly. Her head moves, bobbing into a short, jerky nod, as 
her eyes shut tightly for a moment.

"May I say something?" she asks, her voice still raw from crying. My head 
dips, and I tilt her chin, this time forcing her to look me in the eye as 
she speaks. "I don't want this to be a game either, Mulder," she murmurs 
softly, her face expressionless, only her eyes expressing anything, asking 
me to let us be 'us' for a moment, not Master and pet.
Giving her a small smile, I let my thumb stroke her cheek. This appears to 
reassure her, and she continues. "We have too much of a power struggle in 
our everyday lives, and when I'm out there, outside of this room, this 
position, I can't let go of it.

"It's killing me, slowly, to keep that tight of a grasp on something that 
unhealthy." Her hand reaches for my face, and she brushes her fingertips 
over my features, a gesture I'm familiar with. "I never thought that I could 
possibly trust someone and love someone enough to allow them to have 
complete control over my body, and in large part, my mind." Her hand shakes, 
and I take it in mine, squeezing softly, encouraging her to continue. I want 
to hear this; need to hear this.
"I'm still scared of it, of the power that you actually do have over me.
I know that part of this side of our relationship has the thrive in part on 
pain, and a little on fear, but Mulder, I don't feel that way when
I'm here, like this."

A tear slips from her eye, and I bend my head, licking at it softly, 
removing the salty drop from her skin. "That's good, I don't want you 
scared, that's not my goal."

Finally breaking eye contact with me, she drops her head, nestling it just 
under my chin. "I know it's not. But I am afraid, when I put on a business 
suit, and walk into the Hoover building." She takes a deep breath and curls 
both arms around my chest, holding onto me tightly.
"Tonight may have been the first time we went this far, but ever since we 
started building to it, it's brought something up in me that I didn't know 
was there. A truly submissive side, if you will. One that I at least had no 
idea of the extent to which it exists." I feel a shudder run through her 
body, and hold her closer, waiting for her to continue. "What scares me is 
that I suddenly feel like the life I live for outward appearances is a lie, 
and has been. And I don't know how to reconcile that."

"What do you want me to do?" I ask softly, knowing she won't ask for help, 
not seeing it as her place to do so. "I want you to understand something," I 
continue before she can speak. "I have no illusions that what you give me 
when that door shuts, is anything less than the most important thing in my 
entire world. The way this works between us isn't just that I'm Master and 
control you. You have all power, no matter how it seems. You can decide if 
things are going too far, you can decide if I even get to touch you, or look 
at you, no matter the demands that I make. You do understand that, don't 
you?"

"No," she whispers, and I can hear the tears in her voice. "I really don't. 
How can I be the one with the control in this situation?"

And I realize I can't actually explain it in a way she'll understand. "Do 
you want to understand it?" She nods, after a moment. "Okay. You will. I 
promise. We'll discuss how in awhile. Right now, I need to know how I can 
help you to keep the two pieces of your life separate, and solid. Because as 
much as I need you here, and in any form as my lover, I need you at my side 
and watching my back in the field. I need my partner just as much."

I can feel her tears on my chest, and I hold her tighter still, the heat 
from her ass slowly starting to fade against my thigh, her fingers digging 
into the skin at my back. Her body shakes slightly, whether from tears or 
something else I can't tell. "Scully," I murmur softly, taking her chin in 
my fingers, and lifting her head. "What's the matter baby? Talk to me."

Her teeth close over her lower lip, and she bites down, stopping it's 
trembling. "You ever have a totally irrational fear that no matter what, you 
can't shake?" she asks when she finally releases her lip. I nod, and brush 
away the tears as they fall onto her reddened, blotched cheeks. "I've been 
so scared that once we actually crossed to the point we did tonight that you 
wouldn't be able to think of me as strong enough to be your partner anymore. 
That you'd see me as less, or not capa . . ."

Cutting her off, I lower my mouth to hers, and kiss her, long, hard, deeply, 
needing to assure her, and myself. "Never think that," I mumble against her 
lips. She sobs once against my mouth, and clings tighter.
Lowering her back onto the mattress, never moving my mouth from hers, I 
cover her body with mine, touching her, soothing and arousing at the same 
time. Coming up for air, I look down into her eyes, and shake my head 
forcefully. "Never, Scully. I will never think of, or see you as anything 
less than you always have been. If anything," I curl my hand around one of 
her ass cheeks, and squeeze, just hard enough for her to gasp slightly. 
"You're stronger in my eyes, for taking that."

"I didn't do much more than just lay there and cry," she mumbles, staring at 
my chest. "And I didn't even have a choice but to lie there,
I was tied down, remember?"

Rolling onto my back, I keep my arm under her body, cupping her ass, but I 
leave her lying there next to me. "But you could have stopped it at any 
moment, you know that. You also didn't have to take so many lashes with the 
belt, that was your choice, and that proves to me how strong you =are= 
Scully." Shutting my eyes, my head shakes. "I know you don't understand it, 
I didn't really either, until just now. It's a position you have to see 
yourself, I think."

Her body shifts next to mine, and one of her hands moves, resting on my 
stomach, creating a pleasant weight. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, at some point, I want you to experience this scene, from the other 
side." Her head lifts, and she meets my eyes, hers surprised. We've never 
switched places; both content to stay with her as the submissive when we've 
crossed that particular line.

"With you?" she asks, her tone so soft I barely hear her. Nodding once, I 
gently pull her closer, and kiss her mouth. Massaging her ass, and her lower 
back, I pull her on top of me. She breaks the kiss and looks down at me. 
"You'd trust me to do this, with you?" she questions again, sounding unsure 
of her place in my mind, my life.

Taking a breath, I nod again. "Of course. You are the most precious gift 
I've ever received Scully. And I trust you with anything. I want you to 
understand what it is that I feel in that position."

She meets my gaze again, hers much steadier from my words. "I love you," she 
whispers, shutting her eyes, and curling her obviously tired body around 
mine. "So when can we do this?"

I can't help but laugh. "Soon, beautiful," I promise, shutting off the light 
and holding her closer. "Soon."

END