"Dana."
His deep grey eyes hit her full-on, regarding her indeed with the hunger that Lynette had spoken of. Scully was both surprised and not really surprised by the fact there was no anger in them, unlike their last encounter. She knew her coming here to this club on this night had changed the balance in Carlos' favour. As much as she'd chosen to do what she did with the Korean and as much power as it had given her, it had also weakened the wall between her and Carlos. Made it a lot more opaque. And she knew if she gave him even the slightest indication the wall was tumbling, he would make her submit to him. Goddamit, Scully reasoned, she was angry at a lot of things right now, but one of them was the thought she soon wouldn't have to be made to do anything by him.....
"You can see for yourself now that Lynette made all her own choices...." His smile was serene as he beheld Scully who stopped inches from him, taking in the provocative nature of her dress, the smudging of her dark make-up around her eyes, the slickness of her wet hair, the notable evidence of her recent intense sex session. "Hasn't it reconfirmed just how much you fit into this world too?"
"I don't see Dario." Scully's eyes looked around the half-darkness, finally realising all this time that her breasts had been exposed to the patrons of the club. Refusing to comment on Carlos' question, she returned them to the confines of her bustier. "Wasn't Dario supposed to be here too? You people have a last scene to film, correct? Which includes my participation?"
"You know." Carlos' eyes became fixed, rigid in their intensity.
Scully fixed her eyes back at him with the same degree of intensity.
"I know. That's the problem. I do know."
He came closer to her, Scully feeling a heat from him that surpassed any other she'd felt from him in the recent past.
"I feel you owe me something, Dana. The fulfilment of a promise."
Scully moved closer, using her body language to indicate her lack of fear.
"And I feel you owe me something. Telling me when this game is going to end. I've played enough games in my life."
Their faces hovered inches apart, eyes swimming with their mutual strength.
"This was never a game, Dana, you know that." Carlos' eyes made Scully feel naked as he raked her with them. "It's choice. It's life. And life has its rules. Even this life. As much as you defy them, sooner or later, they will change on you. And you have to abide by them."
Scully's voice sounded like a whisper in the dark and screaming fire at the same time.
"I never really played by rules, as much as I pretended to."
Carlos leaned into her, Scully almost unaware of his fingertip slowly tracing a line along her bare collarbone.
"At last you recognise that. It's obvious to me from what I've found out about you, from where your life has taken you. You love a man who in the last few years often disregarded rules. But the irony is you never really broke the rules together until it was too late to. And now you carry that anger inside yourself on a daily basis. It makes you sacrifice and sacrifice until you feel nothing is left. You need new rules to break now to compensate for that."
Scully was thrown by his words.
"How do you know so fucking much about me?"
His lips were centimetres from touching hers, Scully so lost she wasn't even aware of that either.
"Because I was you, Dana Scully."
His mouth enveloped hers and Scully found herself letting him swallow her, letting him prolong the kiss as he pulled her body against him, the cries of the young girl who was being gangbanged behind them sounding all around them as they embraced tight. It was an intense kiss, part-battle and part-surrender, a mixed volley of body against body. And as it continued, Lynette appeared behind them, her body moving against Scully's bare back and her lips pressing close against Scully's ear.
"Surrender, Dana. Surrender."
Snapped out of the kiss by her friend's sudden presence, Scully parted from Carlos, and pushed the three of them apart. Breathing heavily and trying to compose herself, her blue-green eyes fixed them both.
"I'm not ready to sacrifice everything yet."
Carlos took a step back and clasped his hands firmly together in front of him, his eyes suddenly stern.
"Then you really must accept the punishment you are due."
Lynette's hands quickly pulled back Scully's arms behind her and locked a pair of metal handcuffs around both wrists, startling her and making her push her friend backwards sharply.
"I thought it was all about choice. I don't choose to be bound." She shot an angry glare back at Lynette. "You of all people should know how much I don't like being bound."
Lynette's eyes filled with an obvious concern despite her sudden action of bondage on Scully.
"You've faced a lot of fears in your life, Dana. I know you want to face this one. I know it."
Scully's hands pulled hard on her cuffed wrists futilely as Carlos walked around her to stand by Lynette, running his hands through Scully's slick red hair as he did so, the sounds of sex from the circle becoming more intense, more animal.
"You can face so much, Dana. I'm going to prove that to you tonight. And you know that deep down. That's the real reason you came here."
Carlos turned to Lynette.
"Take Dana to room 17."
As Lynette gently took hold of Scully's arms behind her back and moved her slowly from the chamber, Scully looked back at Carlos, a fierce determination evident in her eyes.
"You're going to have a fight on your hands, Carlos. Abiding the rules or not."
Carlos turned back to survey the frenzied bodies undulating in the circle, his voice echoing in Scully's ears as she was led from the chamber by Lynette.
"I wouldn't expect anything else from you, Dana. But when this night ends, you'll be more complete than ever before."
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As Lynette opened the small door to room 17 which was situated up a stairway leading off the main walkway of the club, Scully tried to see ahead to see what was inside. As Lynette closed the door behind them, Scully could ascertain that the room was a lot smaller in size than the one in which she had encountered the Korean, almost claustrophobic in its dimensions. No music filtered into this particular room unlike the others she had visited here and Scully suspected the noises that were tapped willingly or unwillingly in this room formed its music. A collection of chains and ropes hung from the ceiling, varied in their respective complexities, and there were racks of provocactive implements such as whips, toys or gags lining the walls. The one thing that seemed out of place in such an environment, a medium sized bed with silken sheets, was visible in the right corner of the room.
As Lynette turned Scully to face her, an imploring look crossed her face.
"You need to go through with this, Dana. It will change everything. It will make everything even clearer."
Scully's lips were pursed angrily at her friend.
"Even if I have to be forced to submit? It still seems to me there's nothing willing about surrender that has to be reinforced by forcibly binding the participant. Just how the hell can you go along with this, Lynette? It's madness."
Scully came closer to her friend, her eyes trying to ascertain what was going on inside Lynette.
"Even if I buy that you've found some kind of ultimate release and contentment through this world, through going through what it seems I'm about to, there's no guarantee it will be the same for me. Despite what I've already done here tonight. Things part of me still have a problem accepting I've done."
She would have shook Lynette if she could have taken hold of her.
"What I'm saying is this isn't consensual as far as I'm concerned. And whatever criteria fit clubs like these, that's wrong. You have got to know that. And don't give me any of that pointing the way bullshit, please. I shouldn't have to be forced to do anything. You intimated nobody did with you so how can you approve doing this to me?"
Scully shook emotionally in her restraints.
"We were close, Lynette. Real close."
Lynette looked down at the hard floor.
"I know. I hope we still can be. When you've spent just an hour with Carlos in this room, you definitely will be. I mean, closer to who I am now, what this world has made me realise about myself." Her head raised and she fixed Scully with a confident intense stare. "I know we're the same, the way we came together at Quantico. The way we could talk. Share so much with each other."
Scully made another futile pull on her cuffed wrists.
"That's exactly why I'm having trouble with this whole scenario, Lynette. Because of that."
Lynette turned back to face the doorway, a visible tremor evident in her body language.
"I fell in love with you, Dana."
Scully was startled by the admission, her whole mind replaying those quiet meaningful moments they had shared together, seemingly almost an eternity ago to her because of how radically different this whole environment they now stood in was. Had she been blind to such an obvious attraction from her friend? How could she have not even suspected that her close friend's feelings for her were much deeper than they appeared to be? Had she been so closed off from recognising that interest from somebody after Mulder had disappeared from her life?
Lynette turned slowly back around, her eyes watery with emotion.
"I fell in love with your strength right from the first class I assisted you with. It was so visible in the way you stood your ground around those who used your past against you when you were just trying to show them how to move forward. Your conviction was so strong and profound in so many ways. I saw you start to lose that over the time I knew you because of what you had to give up. Mulder. William. You began to question yourself and your decisions, the very basis of your life like I once had. I had to help you find what stabilised me, Dana."
She walked over to Scully, coming close to her face.
"Had to help you realise in abandon comes that stability. In being totally honest about every part of yourself and what you crave, and allowing yourself to indulge in it without guilt or recrimination. I think you've felt so guilty about so much in your life, not knowing just how little you really should."
Her lips lightly touched Scully's in a tender kiss that surprised Scully with the fire inside its gentleness. Lynette pulled slowly away, her eyes locked with Scully's.
"I love you, Dana. And I need you to trust me now, to trust yourself."
Scully's anger had slightly subsided due to the surprise of Lynette's admission. It was hard to doubt the sincerity behind her friend's words and almost believe that her trip to Room 17 was a necessary one. But as the door slowly opened and Carlos appeared in its frame, the doubts returned to plague Scully and she found her defenses firming once again.
"Trusting yourself is the key, Dana."
Carlos brushed past Lynette, running his fingers along the side of her face.
"You can leave us for a while, Lynette. There's plenty of diversion in chamber no.2 right now that'll keep you satisfied."
As Lynette slowly nodded and turned to leave, she stopped and looked back a last time, her eyes still watery.
"I would never ever betray you, Dana. And not just because of how I feel about you but because I'm also your friend. Just know that and remember that."
As Lynette left the room, the door closing tight behind her, Scully felt the same feeling of loss return that she'd felt when Lynette had first seemingly disappeared and the search had begun for her. In that moment, as Carlos slowly walked around her and an unknown fate awaited her, Scully would have given anything to express her genuine emotion at finding her friend once more, as surprising as her motivations this night might have been. Lynette's last sentence had sounded to Scully almost like a spoken last rite given the uncertainty of her predicament in this mysterious room. She was awakened from her pondering by Carlos' fingers moving through her slick red hair.
"It's time to really test yourself, Dana."
"The name is Scully, Carlos."
Aware of the defiance rising again in Scully, Carlos smiled slowly.
"Ah yes, your safe name. You've never questioned my use of Dana before this night. Why is that? Aren't Scully and Dana the same person?" He ran his fingers down along her neck. "You see, I think they are, but even after all you've done this past week, as far as you have come, you still want to make the division. Part of you still wants to justify your behaviour."
Scully shrugged away his touch.
"Are you my psychiatrist now?"
Carlos slowly retrieved a long whip made of animal hide from the wall rack, flaying it in the air a few feet from himself to test its durability. Just the movements of it made Scully tense in her cuffs.
"No, Scully."
A deliberate emphasis on her other name.
"I'm your liberator."
Moving closer, Carlos lightly trailed the whip across Scully's upper body as he moved behind her and began to unlock her cuffs.
"I was going to question whether I needed to be bound to be liberated by you...."
As the end of the whip travelled across her cleavage making Scully begin to sweat, the cuffs came free and Scully considered the moment she would use her strength once more against her tormentor but before she could take her chance Carlos pulled down a set of the hanging chains and forcefully raised Scully's arms with a swift and sudden aggressiveness to manacle them above her as he pulled the chains taut, Scully struggling against him as he reinforced the bondage.
"You son of a bitch!"
Pulling the chains to a point where Scully's arms were comfortably secured above her head, Carlos smiled.
"No need for epithets, Scully. Not yet."
Once again an emphasis on her other name. Scully knew what he was trying to imply as he spoke it once again. Carlos walked slowly around her running the whip over her bare shoulders and down her bare back, Scully trembling as she felt it brush across the base of her spine and the tattoo there.
"What is there the need for, Carlos? The need for me to be yours, to break before you? To beg you for sex and punishment? Is that what you want? Why you brought me to this room?"
Carlos didn't answer, just continued to run the whip up and down her stockinged thighs and under her leather skirt, Scully becoming aware of it turning and the handle pressing into her centre through her wet panties. As she fought not to exhale a low moan at the impact of the handle against her sensitive core, Scully gritted her teeth as Carlos brought his face to hers.
"Was Dixon really enough for you, Scully? Didn't being with him just make you want more? Make more of your forbidden thoughts seize that heart of yours? A heart that can be very dark when it chooses to be?"
Scully tried to control the shake in her voice as the handle pressed harder against her.
"My reasons for being with Dixon are my own. Just carry on and punish me if that's what you're going to do. I don't need your analysis of me."
Carlos brought his face to the side of hers, his grey eyes so close and overpowering.
"You willingly let him take you, Scully. Wasn't inviting him to do so admitting to yourself that you wanted your two sides to collide, to ultimately, finally mix? For Scully and Dana to exist as one person? Wasn't it sexual vindication?"
Scully threw back her head, shivering as Carlos made the handle of the whip damp with her.
"Let go with me, Scully. Accept who you are. What you can do when you choose to do so. What you can truly endure when you're free. Understand the cleansing of yourself through punishment, the purity of self you can gain through suffering. Be with me tonight. Accept your punishment. Accept yourself. Submit not only to me but to yourself."
Scully felt Carlos pushing the handle of the whip into the confines of her panties and between her sodden folds. As she twisted in her bindings, Scully felt resistance waning and began to understand why she had fought against this moment so much.
"Say yes, Scully. With no shame. With no regret. Give yourself to me. And I will give you yourself."
Scully bit into her lip so hard she was certain it began to bleed. As she pulled on the chains that held her, her high heels scraping the floor hard, she knew there was an inevitability about her choice. It had been a long time coming but she knew deep down Lynette was right. She had submitted to Dixon previously but she knew deep down submission to Carlos would take her all the way to accepting that hidden part of herself the search for Lynette had drawn her towards. And she had been afraid to fully committ for the fear of drowning in desires that could ultimately spiral out of control. But there was part of her that had always wanted to play the game. From the very beginning. And now with the handle of the whip driving her insane and Carlos' breath on her lips she knew she would have to give him the answer. She had fought well. And would continue to challenge him even when she gave him her answer. But she had to say it. Had to.
"Damn You."
Had to.
"Yes....."
Scully felt Carlos' hands tear the bustier and her leather skirt from her and as her naked body was exposed to him, she pulled tight on her bindings trying to hold back the choking rush of arousal that threatened to restrict her throat. Carlos noticed her struggle and as he ran his strong hand up the side of her hips, he leaned down and ran his tongue along Scully's stockings, her feet curling hard as he did so and one of her high heels coming loose. When his mouth reached the thin strap of her thong, his teeth locked on it and pulling back sharply he tore away her panties with them, the ripped underwear fluttering to the hard floor as Carlos resumed his full height next to her. Reaching around he tangled his fingers hard in Scully's slickened red hair and yanked her head forward to face him, her eyes burning with a mixture of hunger and defiance. A combination Carlos found utterly delicious to behold.
"You will be damned, Dana. Damned so fucking beautifully as befits you."
He was back to using Dana but he was right. There was no distinction now.
Carlos locked his mouth to one of her breasts and bit hard into it making Scully shudder and writhe as he tugged at her engorged nipple with his teeth.
"Jesus!"
"He can't see you here, Dana..." Carlos panted as he pulled off her marked bosom. "This is a world with only one religion. A religion of carnality. And it's going to swallow you in the next hour..."
As Carlos' hands squeezed her breasts hard together and he covered the other one with his mouth and teeth, Scully wished she had something to bite down on to stifle the scream she wanted to explode out of herself at what Carlos' edgily aggressive handling of her was making her feel. He trailed his mouth down along her tensed and trembling stomach, the line of his tongue picking up the sweat already forming on her skin and as his mouth moved lower, Scully began to emit a moan that sounded to her like it belonged to a wild animal. Maybe that was what she had become- or was about to.
"You think you have me...."
As Carlos parted her folds with his fingers, he looked up at her, his grey eyes afire.
"I don't think. I know."
Carlos opened her out with an audible squelch and Scully shook spasmodically as his tongue entered her, wishing her hands were free to push him away from a part of herself that was still sensitive after riding the Korean into oblivion. Wishing they were also free to hold his head there as he eat her out like a man possessed. To just keep him doing it, doing it, doing it.....
"You know....shit."
Scully exhaled through gritted teeth, trying to squeeze her thighs together to trap Carlos where he was but his hands locked on her thighs prising them back apart every time they threatened to close in, his hands ripping holes in the stockings as he tried to hold her steady for his plunder of her. As he pushed back inside and continued to probe her, to drink her, Scully closed her eyes tight, tears at the corners of her eyes threatening to loosen the dark makeup around her eyes once more and make it stream down her cheek like a liquid admission of the release she was feeling. A release also signified by her losing her second shoe in the violent tango of her flailing foot. As it also hit the hard floor, Carlos pulled from out between her stained thighs, his lips glistening with her as he smiled widely.
"Enjoy the ride, Dana. You have unlimited time on the track tonight."
Standing up to his full height once more, Carlos faced Scully, his fingers still inside her and jabbing with every inflexion of his words to her, making her buck before him.
"You have wanted this for a long time...."
"I know YOU have..." Scully curled her lips to hold back another scream rising in her soul.
"We're talking about you, Dana."
Fingers deeper inside. Oh god.
"Are we? Have I confessed to you yet....?"
"Your body is confessing....your mind is following...."
Making me burn inside. It's like standing too close to the fire but enjoying the searing of your skin.
"You going to....grant me....absolution?"
Fire is always more attractive when it glows. I'm glowing. Glowing as red as my hair. Inside. Oh god. Inside.
"Give it up, Dana. Give it up."
Just when his ministrations inside her threatened to make her tear her lips into pieces with her teeth, Carlos withdrew his fingers from her and pulled her in close for a deep and unsteady kiss, opening her mouth against his wet lips and making her taste herself on them. She heard the manacles clinking hard with the pressure she was exerting on them as the kiss intensified between them until Scully was pushing back aggressively with her own tongue and her teeth were biting into him, drawing his blood into both their mouths. As Carlos winced and tried to pull away, Scully held him tight with her mouth, using the only available part of herself to keep him close as she found herself almost savouring the taste that was washing red across her tongue. As they finally parted, a dark string of saliva trailing between their mouths, Carlos licked across his damaged lip.
"I can see pain attracts you. But there are all kinds of pain, some more pleasurable than others...."
Scully took advantage of Carlos' temporary withdrawl to try to compose herself but the adrenalin coursing through her was considerable. It was so potent that she hadn't fully appreciated just how exposed she was to Carlos both literally and figuratively. As her naked chest rose and fell in front of his intense gaze, she fixed him full-on with a stare of equal intensity.
"I know pain, Carlos. I know its rythmns. Its curses. Its blessings. Its capacity to shut one down or open one up. The pain you're going to offer me tonight.....you want to shut me....or open me?"
Carlos realised the sexual implication in Scully's words and the taunt of challenge she was still offering him, the act of provoking him to test his limits and her own. She played the game very well. Now it was time to begin to take it to that next level.
"Open I think....all the way...."
Carlos disappeared to the side of the room and one of the wall racks. Scully craned her neck to see what he was doing and was frustrated by the deliberate action of him keeping his back to her. As she waited to see what Carlos was retrieving, she felt the nervous sweat trickling down her flesh and realised just how excited she truly was. To be in a sexual situation where most of her control had been stripped away was something still so very new to her and yet it was intoxicating. It was still a choice to submit, Lynette was right. She was so right. And Scully felt so really alive in this moment despite her apprehension and her fear. Fear of crossing another barrier in the space of just a few short days.
She became aware of something burning, the smell of smoke filling her nostrils. As Carlos slowly turned to face her once more, Scully saw he was holding a lit candle in his hand, it's flickering casting her naked body in an erotic hue as he slowly walked towards her.
"Time to prick you and see if you'll bleed, Dana...."
He came closer with the burning candle, its light filling Scully's eyes as she stood suspended and chained, almost obscuring the form of Carlos behind it.
Almost as if he had entered the fire and had joined it to torment her further with its provocative brilliance.
Scully could barely breathe as he took one of her breasts in his hands and began to tip the point of the candle. Part of her mind was screaming at her to stop this apparent madness, another part imploring her to go further. Further than she'd ever considered she would. Ever.
"Oh goddddddddddddddddd!"
The wax dripped onto her breast and nipple, its heat making her throw back her head and cry out as it spilled across into her cleavage to trail down over the rest of her body in a pooling steaming line. As she shook in her bindings as she adjusted to the sensation, Carlos covered the other breast with a small pouring of wax which made her give out a long rasp that was partly pained and partly pleasured.
"Oh, I think you're bleeding, Dana..."
He stepped back to admire the way the wax travelled over her skin, her muscles, delighting in the way it formed rivulets in her curves and folds. Carlos could tell how aroused the experience was making Scully and himself. The hard strain of his cock against the fabric of his dark trousers was testament to that. He could tell the way she was closing her legs tight together she was trying to prevent him seeing how wet she had become as the hot wax had scolded her. As she finally swung forward and raised her head, her eyes moist, Scully still retained defiance in them.
"Is that all you've got, Carlos? It takes more than that..."
She was aware of Carlos' cruel smile as he retrieved the whip made of animal hide and swung it in the air near her.
"I'm aware of that."
He circled behind her, Scully trying to twist her body to follow him, all too aware of what was coming next. Just the lightest touch of the whip had made her mind spill over with forbidden feelings....
CRACK!
The whip struck her bare back, making Scully arch and hiss, wax dripping off her on the cold floor beneath her.
"Does it take this?"
CRACK!
The whip struck the base of her spine, her slick red hair covering her darkly-made up eyes as she shivered and rasped.
"Or this even?"
CRACK!
The whip cracked across her buttocks making them sting with the impact.
"Tell me how much it takes, Dana..."
He rained down a succession of blows on her body from behind, not hard enough to cut or tear but enough to make her skin burn and redden. Their voices interspersed amongst the impact of the whip; taunting, provoking, challenging.
"It takes a lot, doesn't it?"
"More than you'll ever know...."
CRACK!
"Uuuuuuuuuuhhhhh!"
"But each strike brings you closer...."
"You fucking wish!"
CRACK!
"Uuuuuuuuuuhhhhhh!"
"I'm going to have you on that bed over there, Dana...."
"If I let you!"
CRACK!
"I won't hold back..."
"Don't..."
CRACK!
"There'll be no safe word, Dana. It will go on as long as I make it."
"I don't think that'll be that long...."
CRACK! CRACK!
"UUUUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHH!"
"You take a lot of risks, Dana..."
"You're risking more than you know...."
"Is that a fact?"
"A stone cold one. Take me over there and I'll prove it to you..."
"I set the rules in this room..."
"And I break them....and I'll go on breaking them...and I'll piss you off in more ways than you imagine...."
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!"
Scully hung, her legs exhausted and on the edge of buckling but refusing to crumble. Her back, spine and ass burning with the mark of the whip. Carlos came around to her and taking hold of her hair pushed her head back.
"Maybe I like it when you piss me off....and you like what it brings out...."
"Give me a chance to do it some more and we'll see if you're right...."
He brought his lips to hers for another angry kiss which crushed him against her tight, the residue of wax sticking to his dark clothes. As he seperated from her, he held her head steady before him, a hand at each side of it, as her eyes blazed at him.
"I think I am right, Dana....aren't I?"
She curled her lips into a taunting smile.
"Fuck you."
He yanked back her head hard, pushing his face down to join hers, his grey eyes burning.
"You will tell me I'm right..."
Scully's eyes were bold and swimming provocatively before him as she laughed with an angry undertone.
"FUCK YOU!"
His hands were on her manacled wrists before the laughter died and soon he had released them and brought her hands down by her side, gripping them tight until Scully swore they were lightly bruised. As she clenched her own fists, they stood close, hot, both on the edge of a sexual abyss and minutes away from toppling into it fully. As Carlos pulled Scully slowly towards him, the tension in both of their arms high, she parted her lips wide and he smiled as his own came within inches of devouring them.
"That's it. Invite me, Dana..."
Seconds before they touched, Scully reached back and took hold of one of the swinging chains, bringing it forward suddenly to strike Carlos on the side of the head. As he fell backwards, Scully bolted for the room door, not even bothering to consider how she would get through the club unscathed being as naked as she was. But as she went to open it and Carlos' body impacted hard against hers, she knew the action of running for the door was a show. Part of the game. The stakes of it were raising every minute.
"To the bed!"
Carlos pulled her back with him towards the medium sized bed in the corner of the room and as they reached it flung her bodily onto its silken sheets where she landed hard on her stomach. As she padded up the length of the bed like a cat, Carlos reached for another pair of handcuffs hanging on a rack near it. And as she reached the top of the bed and turned to face him, he was atop her and pushing her down, holding her arms out above her head.
"The game is over, Dana. The outcome is inevitable."
Scully held firm under him, no fear in her eyes.
"Nothing is certain til this night ends between us. Now you make me tell you that you're right about me...."
"I will."
Carlos started to roll Scully back over onto her stomach and as he pushed her down into the mattress and attempted to secure the cuffs around her wrists and to the bedhead, she flung her head back at him, her lips almost forming a snarl.
"You'll have to try harder to bind me to this bed, fucker..."
"I will."
As Scully struggled with him, he got one cuff around one of her wrists and as he attempted to thread the two cuffs through and around the bedhead to cuff her other one, she used her back to buffet him.
"Make me play the game, Carlos. Make me."
"I will!"
As he successfully secured the cuffs on Scully's wrists, he moved back from her, and stood surveying her almost feral position, back and ass slightly arched, still bearing evidence of the whipping they'd received, her tattoo still a wonderfully provocative decoration and standing out on her skin.
"I love your ourobourous. I would like to hear the story of why you chose to have that one day. I think you carry a lot of secrets inside you, Dana Scully...."
Scully, despite her predicament, smiled, as she realised that Dixon had not divulged her confession of its origin to Carlos. It reminded her of the level of trust she felt she had with him. But a momentary distraction did nothing to quell the fire in her belly or in Carlos' as he began to strip off his clothes behind her. As she tested the durability of the cuffs around her wrists, Scully knew the real game was about to begin. And she would play it all the way.
Whatever it took.