Authors notes: A million thanks go to the incredible bushviper who was such an amazing beta. I'm sure most reading are familiar with her work, but if you aren't, go check her out! Her smut is absolutely delicious.

Several kinks in this chapter. They include: anal, bondage, roleplaying, dirty talk, spanking, and dom/sub. I should add that the roleplay is -slightly- on the verge of being dubcon, but it is VERY much consensual. Just a heads up for anyone who is triggered by that sort of play.

The Inquisitor spent her free time over the next few days making preparations. Leliana seemed a little suspicious when Adalia began hounding her with questions about the hero of Ferelden - what she looked like, how she wore her hair, did she know the colour and style of Fereldan's circle robes, etc. Even so, her trusted spymaster gave her as much detail as asked, a coy smile on her face as Adalia thanked her before leaving to gather everything that she needed.

Some time later, the Inquisitor stood before her full length mirror, studying herself closely. It pleased her to learn that the Fereldan robes were similar to the ones she donned in the Ostwick circle. She hadn't worn them since joining the Inquisition, keeping them packed away at the back of her closet. Now, she had another use for them. The style seemed to be nearly identical to what Leliana described. Instead of blue and purple fabric however, hers were a dark green, which complimented the tone of her skin. She already had dark locks, as did Ferelden's beloved hero. Adalia braided the two front pieces of her hair, hoping it looked similar enough to how Leliana explained Amell's to be styled most days. She wasn't trying to be Cullen's past crush, per se. The thought of him pretending she were another woman while they made love disturbed her. However, she longed to see him lose control, to give in to his every desire that he'd been taught was a sin. Adalia hoped dressing like his past flame would be a push in the right direction.

Late afternoon fell upon Skyhold, and Cullen still remained outside training his men. It was imperative that she be in his quarters waiting for him. The mischievous mage leaned over her desk, quill in hand, scrawling out a quick note.

Ser Cullen,

A particularly unruly mage has been sent to your quarters for you to deal with, however you deem fit. We've had no such luck taming her, and a man of your experience is required. See to it that this is her last offense. Punishment may be necessary. Do whatever it takes.

-A

Perhaps it would have been best to let Cullen know ahead of time what she planned so he wouldn't be caught off guard, she thought. But then again, this would throw him right into the game, leaving no chance for him to shy away.

On her way to Cullen's quarters, she passed by a guard. "Make sure Commander Cullen receives this straight away. Tell him the Inquisitor says it's urgent." The guard nodded in agreeance, leaving to fetch the Commander. With a smirk on her face, Adalia made her way to Cullen's office.

When she reached the top of the ladder, she took a look around his room. She hadn't found reason to visit his quarters in several weeks, as the two of them usually spent their nights in the comfort of her lavish room. His bed had been made and his belongings were neatly tucked away. Everything appeared precise and flawless. Cullen exercised restraint in all things. It was high time her Commander forget about his discipline. If Adalia were lucky, he'd discipline and restrain her instead.

She knelt by his bed, hands on her knees as she faced the ladder. Her legs were beginning to ache when she heard the door slam open with frantic footsteps below. Adalia bit her lower lip, trying her hardest not to smile. Her game was about to begin.

By the time Cullen reached the top of the ladder, his breath came out laboured, no doubt having ran the entire way there in a panic. His eyes settled on her, the fear soon dissolving from his eyes.

"Oh thank the Maker," he exhaled, stepping closer to where she still knelt. "Addie, what is this all about?" he waved her note in his hand. "I just about worried half to death." His soft eyes roamed over her, inspecting her closely. "Why are you dressed like that?"

"Ser Cullen," she voiced from her spot, slowly standing to her feet. "I was instructed to wait for you here. I … I've misbehaved, Ser Cullen." Adalia used his templar title again, hoping he would clue in. Her cheeks burned, afraid he'd turn her away once he figured out the reason behind her behaviour.

"Misbehaved? Inquisitor, what are you speaking of?"

"The Knight Commander said I'm a terrible influence to the other mages of the Ferelden Circle. That I need to be made an example of, and that you were to choose my punishment." Her last words came out slow and seductive, but even then she felt terribly self-conscious. Cullen stared inquisitively, his eyes seeking hers for an answer. After a few moments of silence, which very well could have been an hour to Adalia, he let out a sly smile, followed with a chuckle.

"So I see." Cullen circled her, as if he were a shark in the water and she his prey, until he came to stand behind her. He remained there a long while, in complete silence. His breath felt warm on her neck, teasing the fine hairs until they stood on end. Gooseflesh appeared on every surface of her body. She became terrified, and yet excited for what he might do next.

"Tell me, my little mage," he drawled into her ear. "What is it that you've done now?"

Adalia couldn't help the soft moan that escaped her lips. He hadn't even touched her yet, and already her arousal blossomed. Simply hearing him address her as such stirred every sordid image she conjured up of Cullen as a strict, punishing templar and she his disobedient mage ward.

"I'm not wearing any small clothes today. I've distracted all the templars from their duty each time I've bent forward."

She heard a quiet groan behind her, followed closely with his hands gripping possessively at her hips, as if he were questioning if she had really done such a thing or not.

"Is that so? Your robes are quite long, mage. You'd have to hike them up particularly high for anyone to see you forgot to put on your smalls." A hand grabbed at the skirt of her robes, lifting them at the front. The cool air hit her instantly, making her feel utterly exposed. His hand brushed against her curls, feeling the moisture that already gathered between her thighs.

"I didn't forget, Ser Cullen. I wanted to tease them. I wanted to tease you," she gasped, as Cullen dipped his fingers down, toying with her entrance.

"You really have been a naughty little mage, haven't you?" He nipped at her neck, his teeth grazing gently at the delicate skin.

"Yes, Ser Cullen. I was asked to deliver something to you."

"And what might that be?" he questioned, a hint of curiosity in his voice. Adalia reached into a pocket of her robes, producing a small vial of oil. She placed it in his free hand. Cullen took it from her, no doubt gazing at the object from behind her.

"Bend over the bed. Present yourself to me, as you have no doubt already done for my brothers."

Adalia turned so she were standing in front of the bed. Her hands pulled at her robes, so that they sat at the swell of her hip, exposing her rear. She bent over, her face lying against the soft furs of his bed.

"Look at you, all exposed and open. Ass in the air like a mabari bitch in heat," his voice came out stern, a hint of arousal evident. Adalia bit down on her lip, the anticipation nearly killing her. "What am I going to do with you? You need to be taught a lesson, this cannot go unpunished."

She heard his footsteps behind her and then the clang of his gauntlets followed as they hit the floor. "Grab hold of the other end of the bed. I want to see your hands at all times. If you think to cast any spells, you will no doubt be sorry."

She obeyed without a second to spare, taking hold of the opposite edge of the bed. As soon as she complied, Cullen rewarded her with his warm hands grazing across her ass. His hands caressed her, rubbing in circular motions. Her hips gyrated, begging him for more.

"Still yourself mage, or I will leave you like this," he whispered. It thrilled her to know how easily he fell into the role of the tormenting templar. Perhaps he thought of this more than she'd imagined. The floorboards creaked, as Cullen knelt behind her. She heard pieces of his armour drop to the floor, bit by bit. Not long after, his hands returned to her, running up and down her spread thighs. His fingers parted her womanhood, opening her to his prying eyes. Not being able to see the way he studied her made Adalia want him even more.

She nearly jumped when she felt the tip of his tongue trace along her entrance. Sturdy hands held her down, as he lapped at her, tasting her very essence. Adalia let out a strangled moan, her fingers gripping the bed. When his tongue swirled around her clit, she jolted.

"I told you to be still," he hissed through his teeth. The strain in his voice reminded her of that moment before they shared their first kiss, when Cullen yelled at one of his soldiers for barging in on their private moment.

Cullen rose to his feet, pulling Adalia so she stood upright. He sat down in place of her, his feet still touching the floor. Now she could gaze upon him. He no longer wore any of his armour, clad instead in a simple tunic and trousers.

"Over my knee," he said softly, their eyes meeting for the first time since they started their game. She saw the questioning look in them, as if he asked her permission to continue. Adalia gave him a small smile and nod, taking her place across his legs. She liked it better this way, when she couldn't see his face. He seemed more bold in his movements when she faced away.

Again, a calloused hand caressed her flesh, stroking her sensitive skin. Adalia shivered, as every tiny hair on her body seemed to stand on end. The throbbing between her legs began to turn into a dull ache. She pressed her legs together, trying to find some source of relief. Not a second later, Cullen's hand landed on her with a smack.

"You will stay still, mage," he spoke through gritted teeth. The Inquisitor let out another gasp as his hand landed on her other cheek. He spanked her again and again, lashing one side before moving to the next. After striking her ten times, he ran the palm of his hand to sooth the sting he caused. By then, Adalia's breath was coming out laboured and harsh. He hadn't hit her hard, but enough to leave a burn.

His hand drifted lower, until he eased a finger into her dripping sex. The Inquisitor moaned, needing to feel him stretch her.

"You're soaking wet," he said barely above a whisper, adding a second finger. He parted his fingers, stretching her wide. "You seemed to have rather enjoyed that, so I think I'm going to have to try another punishment. You need to learn your place, little mage."

She heard the sound of the bottle being popped open. An oiled finger pressed against her rear entrance, causing a bolt of pleasure to shoot straight to her core. Adalia whimpered as that finger slowly began to work its way inside of her. He tested her first, slowly dipping into the first knuckle, and pulling back out. It didn't take long for her body to stretch with the accommodation of the oil. His finger pressed all the way in, both of them gasping at the fit.

"Maker's breath, you're tight." Cullen sounded shocked. "Is my cock even going to fit?"

"More, please," she begged, forgetting the game momentarily. Cullen let out an amused chuckle.

"Forgetting your place, are you? You belong to me tonight. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Ser Cullen," Adalia groaned, trying in earnest not to buck her hips back to take more of his finger inside her.

"Good girl." Soon after, a second finger nudged against her hole, slipping inside to join the first. A slight burn accompanied the stretch, but Maker, how it set her every nerve aflame with sinful euphoria.

"Oh!" she cried, as he began to pump his digits in and out of her ass. She closed her eyes tight, imagining his cock were in their place, taking her deep and hard. Without realising it, Adalia gyrated against his knee, meeting the thrust of his fingers half way.

"Wanton little mage slut," he growled, grabbing a fist of her dark hair with his other hand, pulling her hair back. "Does my mage want to get fucked now?"

"Maker, yes!" she all but screamed.

"Then show me how much you want it." Cullen moved her to the floor. "Remove your robes, and kneel before your templar."

Within mere seconds, her robes joined the rest of the scattered clothing amongst the floor. Adalia knelt as Cullen stood to his feet. He removed his tunic, his hardened muscles finally becoming visible to her. Oh, how she wanted to trace her tongue across every line of his body, to taste the salt of his sweat on her tongue. Cullen discarded his belt, placing it on the bed. His trousers and smalls were on the floor soon after. The head of his cock, purple and leaking with arousal sprang forward. "Put your mouth on me," he demanded.

A shiver of arousal shot straight to her womanly core. There were few things she enjoyed more than giving him pleasure with her mouth. But to have him bark out orders while she did it? True bliss found it's meaning.

She licked a line, from the base of his cock all the way to the tip, her eyes never straying from Cullen's. Her tongue circled him, tantalizingly slow, teasing him. Cullen always liked to be teased, for her to draw out his pleasure as long as she could, to have him squirm and beg for more. But today, he hadn't the patience for such things.

"Get on with it," he grunted, nudging his member past her lips so that she had no choice but to take him inside. Instinctively, her lips wrapped around him. Adalia began a rhythm, bobbing her head forward and back, slicking his shaft with her saliva to ease the way. Out of habit, her hand wrapped around him, stroking what she couldn't fit into her mouth.

"Did I give you permission to use your hands?"

Adalia pulled away from him, her eyes full of delight. She'd no idea he would take the game this far, and she loved every second of it. "No, Ser Cullen."

"Get back to work. And only use that wicked little mouth of yours. Show me how deep you can take me."

She dove forward, taking as much of him in her mouth as she possibly could. Adalia moaned around him, wanton and needy. She rubbed her thighs together as she sucked him off, needing something - anything - to ease the dull ache that turned into a painful throb.

His hand pressed into the back of her head, holding her there as he began to rut in her mouth. The slide of his smooth cock pressing its way to the back of her mouth, pulling out, and moving forward to begin anew had Adalia moaning with each thrust. Cullen's fingers tangled into her hair, as he peered down at her, his pupils wide and dark. He moaned loudly, and the sound shot straight to Adalia's center. Tears began to prickle at the corners of her eyes and threatened to fall, while her jaw and throat grew sore from the pounding that she received, but even then, she couldn't deny how good she felt.

Cullen withdrew without warning. Adalia gasped for breath, the air hitting her lungs like a shock to her system. Driblets of saliva fell onto her breasts, as she took a few moments to regain her composure. When her breathing became even, Cullen grabbed her by the arms, pulling her to her feet.

"I'm not convinced you've learned your lesson yet. I'm going to take you now. Mark you as mine," he growled, using the words she had a few nights before when they discussed her fantasy together. Adalia tried her hardest not to smile, but her eyes sparkled with absolute glee. "You mages can't be trusted," he continued. "I'm going to subdue you, for your own good. Don't fight it."

Before she could fathom what he meant, Adalia felt her magic slowly being drained from her system. She'd experienced it once before, while facing a rogue templar. Back then, it had been a terrifying experience. Fear had plagued her, thinking it could be her final moments. But now, as she stood before Cullen, peering into his eyes as she felt the very essence of her magic escaping her grasp, she felt safe. She knew he would never hurt her, would never dream of doing this without her expressing her desire for him to have done so. Adalia's body weakened, and she felt herself struggling to even stand. This was exactly what she wanted.

His hands gripped her, leading her backwards until she lay sprawled out on his bed, her head laying comfortably on the furs. Cullen grasped her wrists, and bound her with his belt that he laid out earlier. Everything he did seemed so precise, as if he'd thought of this scenario before. Her insides tingled to think that Cullen had given her fantasy so much thought since she brought it up. As demanding and harsh as he acted, everything he did was clearly about her pleasure.

"There. Now you are exactly as you should be. Bound and spread for my taking." Adalia whimpered, playing the helpless mage as best as she could. She pressed her legs closed, squirming on the bed. It took great effort to do such small gestures. She'd forgotten how having her mana drained made her incredibly weak. Cullen's hands forced her legs open, as he knelt between her. Two of his fingers pressed into her cunt, another two in her ass. She cried out, the sensation of his fingers pressing against each other through her thin walls felt blissful.

"Maker, you will be a snug fit." He groaned at what he found. Cullen lay flat on his stomach, his face hovering mere inches from her overheated sex. He blew a teasing breath across her folds, the air hitting her as if it were as cold as ice. Adalia gasped, the sound of ecstasy on her tongue. Cullen's strong hands gripped her hips, pressing her to the bed as he kissed her inner thighs, alternating between each side. Finally, he granted her what she needed, and swirled his ever agile tongue across her little pearl of pleasure. He took no time to tease her, diving right in and flicking his tongue in earnest. The Inquisitor cried out to the ceiling, gasping and groaning in her restraints. Although her body couldn't move much, her voice remained as loud as ever.

Cullen moved to his knees once again, taking his hard member in hand. He rubbed it against her clit, toying with her.

"Please," she whimpered.

"Do not beg for me to take mercy on you, for you will find none here." Cullen pressed his swollen cockhead to her entrance. "I will take your ass. But first," he hissed out as he slid forward. sheathing himself completely. Adalia moaned, finally feeling the fullness she so desperately craved. He immediately began to ram into her as if his life depended on it.

Adalia felt a sense of completion she'd never known before. So many sleepless nights, she wondered what it would feel like to have no shred of control, to feel utterly helpless. Now, with her mana drained, her wrists bound tight, and Cullen rutting into her with an animalistic sense of urgency she'd never before seen from him, she knew what real pleasure felt like. Her inner walls began to contract violently. No slow build to climax, no warning sign that she neared her edge - her orgasm took her by complete and utter surprise. Adalia moaned with wild abandon, her vision going blank as her eyes clamped shut.

"Did I give you permission to come?" Cullen's voice interrupted. She slowly opened her heavy lids to see him gazing upon her with pure delight. His voice may have been stern, but she could see the pride in his face that he'd made her orgasm without the assistance of his fingers or tongue.

"N-no, Ser Cullen," she mumbled, still in a haze.

"What are you going to do to make it up to me, my naughty little mage?"

"Whatever you wish of me. I'm sorry." Adalia smiled up at him, momentarily uncaring of the game. He made her so completely happy, she couldn't help herself. Cullen returned her smile, leaning forward to kiss her slowly. He pumped shallowly inside of her, his lips never leaving hers. Soon, her desire returned.

One of his hands pressed between their bodies, a finger slipping into her ass. "I think you're ready for me now," he said, pulling away from her. A questioning look etched into his face, so Adalia nodded, letting him know her body could take him.

"The oil, Ser. Please."

Cullen removed himself from her. Taking the vial in hand, he coated himself with the oil. The slick sounds of his hand around his cock had Adalia squirming with delight. He added more oil to his fingers, pressing them into her. He fingered her for a few more moments, fully preparing her for something much larger. Finally, he withdrew his oil coated digits, and placed his cock at the entrance of her ass.

"Look at me," he commanded her, in that delicious voice she'd heard directed at his soldiers so many times before. As soon as her eyes met his, he cautiously pressed forward, the head of his cock slipping through the tight ring of muscle. A dull burn presented itself, but not enough for her to tell him to stop. Adalia knew from experience that the first few pushes would ache. Cullen blew out a slow breath, his eyes watching her expression carefully. Adalia sighed softly, right on the edge of pleasure and pain. Cullen pressed forward, and inch by inch, he slipped in until he became fully seated inside her.

When he began to move, cautiously at first, Adalia thought she might die from the onslaught of sensations. Her body burned ever so slightly, but with it, an intense pleasure came forth. She lay bound beneath the most beautiful man she'd ever known, and they were taking mutual pleasure from an act so taboo, it made her blush to think what it must look like.

As her body relaxed and she loosened around him, Cullen started a slightly faster pace. He rutted within her gently, but his thrusts were coming faster.

"Oh yes," he moaned. "This … this is where you belong."

Another moan came forth, as Cullen plunged two fingers into her other hole. "Maker's breath, you are soaked. You love this, don't you?"

"Yes," she barely gasped, her voice hoarse from all the moaning she'd been doing. "I love the way you feel inside of me."

Cullen withdrew his fingers from her depths, and began to rub her clit as he continue to pump in and out of her. "Take it, my little mage. I know how much you've been wanting this. Showing your ass to every templar in sight. Oh, you must have been aching for it all day."

Adalia found it hard to breathe, the euphoric pleasure of his cock inside her with his fingers rubbing her almost too much to bear. She lost herself, her role in their game. Her words poured forth as if she had no control over them.

"That's it, just like that. Cullen, oh Cullen, you feel so good."

Cullen whimpered and his thrusts became more erratic. His fingers never stopped their torment though, rubbing the Inquisitor in just the right way. "Adalia," he sighed, his voice the sound of eternal bliss. Her name on his lips, even as he dropped his character and became himself once again, is what pushed her that final thread. She came with a loud cry, her body clamping down and contracting. Her wrists twisted in their binds as her back arched. Cullen joined her a few seconds later, gasping and grunting as he finished inside of her.

Adalia couldn't be entirely sure how much time passed when she opened her eyes. The room appeared blurry, as if she'd spent the night on a bender. Her love still lay on top of her, beads of sweat trickling down his blond curls and onto her chest. Slowly, he withdrew from her. As soon as he moved to his side, he removed the belt from her wrists, and pulled her close to his chest, kissing her forehead with little pecks.

"Was that what you wanted? I wasn't too rough, was I?"

Adalia let out a gleeful chuckle. "That was just perfect." She tilted her head and kissed him softly. "I would have never thought you had it in you. Have you been spending all of your downtime trying to figure out ways to torture me with that delicious voice of yours?"

It was his turn to laugh. Cullen stroked her hair, gazing upon her with such adoration, it nearly caused her to shed a tear. "In a way, yes. I had some inspiration."

"Inspiration? Do tell me, Commander, what was the source of this inspiration?"

"It's rather embarrassing."

Adalia perked a brow, giving him her best 'you better tell me look' as she could. Cullen let out a deep sigh. "Alright. When I lived in Kirkwall, Hawke and Varric knew this awful pirate, Isabela. She was constantly slipping in pages of her 'friend fiction,' as she called it, for me to find. It was incredibly lewd. I can't recall how many pages I had to destroy. They were clearly about me, and the stories implied that I was sleeping with the mages of the circle. If the Knight-Commander - or anyone else for that matter - had stumbled across the filth … I don't even want to think about what sort of rumours would have begun to surface."

"But clearly you read them." Adalia grinned, running her fingers through the damp hair on his chest.

"Curiosity eventually got the best of me. I never dreamed of doing such a thing. Well, that is until you brought up your fantasy the other day." He exhaled, a content look upon his face.

"Well, looks like I'm going to have to ask Varric where I can contact this Isabela. She deserves a fruit basket at the very least."

Cullen barked out a laugh. "As long as you don't tell him the reason behind your request. Isabela only wrote a few pages. Can you imagine the tales the dwarf would spin?"

"Don't worry, my love. This is something I want for just the two of us."

Adalia could feel some of her mana slowly returning, but she remained in a state of complete relaxation. She nuzzled her head into his arm, ready to sleep. "Perhaps next time, the mage will hold her templar captive, and punish him for what he did to her."

"You are such a minx," Cullen groaned, squeezing her tight to him.

"Oh, my dear Cullen. I am only getting started with you."