WOW! I had no idea how many people craved BDSM Caryl. I honestly see it as a way to work out their trust issues, but thats me. So here it is, it's a long one (snicker) Sorry, I've been writing smut all day.

WARNING: It's BDSM guys. Somebody is gonna get tied up and somebody else is going to inflict (minimal) pain. Both partners are obviously consenting with the 'submissive' urging on their partner verbally. You have been warned.

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Carol was dangling dangerously close to the edge. Weeks of managing the kitchen, laundry and caring for Judith without a break had worn her nerves to a frazzle. She needed some kind of release, maybe she could go outside and take out some walkers through the safety of the fence.

She turned from where she stood washing dishes, trying her best not to slam the last dry dish on the counter. Karen was leaned against the far wall, staring across the room. Carol followed the woman's gaze and sighed when she found the target. Of course, the woman had been throwing herself at him for the last weeks. He was just sitting at one of the tables, trying to finish the stew Carol had reheated when he came in from his hunt after everyone else had eaten, oblivious to the woman who was doing her best to undress him with her eyes. Carol silently considered releasing her tension by ramming her fist in Karen's face but then dismissed the thought when her eyes lit on the quiver of arrows propped up at Daryl's feet. Suddenly a very vivid image flashed in her brain.

Carol gripped the counter behind her with white knuckles, this was crazy. Where the hell had that come from? No way would Daryl let her do that! But then she remembered what he had done to her only a week ago. Before then , no way would she had thought Daryl would tie her wrists with his belt, pin it down with an arrow, and do what he did that day. And she had liked it, more than liked it actually. She clamped her legs together as she felt the blush creep up her cheeks. When she brought her eyes back up, it met Daryl's own intense blue. He was staring at her now, a smirk threatening at the corner of his mouth.

He knew.

Before she could react, he stood lazily and ran his hands down to his belt, seemingly to adjust the position of the buckle but she knew better. That move wasn't innocent. That was meant for her. That damn belt.

Good. If he wanted to play, she would play.

He sauntered over to her at the counter, leaning on it with the bow and quiver dangling over one arm.

"Ya alright?"

Carol looked back at Daryl through narrowed eyes. He looked like the cat who had eaten then canary.

And she was the canary.

"Yes, fine, why do you ask?" she tried to sound nonchalant as she ran the cloth over the metal cup that had found it's way into her hand again.

"Can ya feel it?"

Carol looked up at him wide eyed. "Feel what?"

He snorted and then leaned in to whisper. "The hole that bitch is starin through your back."

Carol shrugged, trying to act nonchalant. "It's not me she's staring at, you know it."

"Well, she needs to take a fuckin hint."

Carol turned to face Daryl, suddenly bold. Hell, what's good for the goose is good for the gander. She reached around his arm and plucked one of the shiny aluminum arrows and tested its weight in her hands. It was light, but strong, perfect for...

She spoke before her mind could go much further down that road. "This is new."

He nodded. "Yeah, found it when we made that run to that sportin goods store. It's light, made for speed."

"You used it yet?"

He cocked an eye brow at her. "Naw, didn't need it just ta bag a few squirrels. Now give it here." He seemed to be suspicious now. He reached for the arrow but Carol pulled it back.

"Nope."

"What the hell you mean nope? It's mine, now give it back." his voice had dropped now, turning husky. He brought his head down to her ear. "Woman, don't start this shit when we got an audience. I will beat your ass."

Carol wiggled her eyebrows at him. "Promise?"

Daryl turned to face the counter, she knew to cover the erection that was starting to build. She couldn't believe he was responding like this and she hadn't even touched him yet. Apparently he was as on edge as she was.

Carol tapped the arrow on the counter, acting like she was pondering a deep thought. She spoke low so only he could hear. "Tell you what, you run take a shower and meet me in Cell Block D in an hour. If you play nice then I'll give your bolt back."

Daryl gave her a death glare. "I don't fuckin play nice!" he hissed.

"I think you will. Oh, and," Carol leaned over so her breath was in his ear, " you might want to blow off some steam in the shower, if you know what I mean, I've got plans and I'd hate for it to be over too quickly." Carol gave his bottom a pat and then turned to give the wide eyed Karen a sweet smile.

Take that hint, bitch.

She headed to the newly cleared cell block as she heard Daryl snatch up his gear with a growl and head for the showers.

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Carol was just tucking the clean sheet in around the mattress when she heard the bow slide to the floor to rest against the wall. She jumped. Shit, he was early.

She put on her best calm face and turned, arms crossed across her chest.

"You're early."

Daryl shrugged, his wet hair sticking to his neck. He had dressed the jeans she had washed that morning, they were beyond worn and basically torn to shreds around the knees. He had gained weight since the Woodbury stores had been added and it had hit him in all the right places. His shoulders had seemed to get wider (if that was even possible) and his jeans actually fit his ass now. He was wearing his oldest most worn sleeveless shirt, the thin brown cotton plaid stuck to his still damp body. She knew under that shirt, his stomach was now muscled and flat, not the slight concave curve they all had after last winter's starvation. In fact, just last night she had braced her hands across that stomach as she had...

Carol was broken from her thoughts by hot breath on her neck. She snapped her eyes open (when had she closed them anyway?). He now stood behind her, not really touching her, but close enough that she could feel the heat from his body radiating to her back. Damn man moved like a rattlesnake.

"Carol?" he ground out the word, using that voice that he knew made her knees shake. " Ya alright? Ya been actin funny t'day. Like ya want somethin'."

She steeled her gaze before turning around.

"Clothes off please." she tried her best to make it sound like a command.

Daryl snorted and raised an eyebrow. "Really? Ya want me ta strip?"

She nodded, imitating his smirk.

His hands hesitated on his top button. "I ain't about ta dance and shit."

She just made a 'get on with it' motion with her hand as she leaned back against the cool concrete. Daryl proceeded to unbutton his shirt top to bottom, keeping eye contact even when he shrugged out of it and tossed it in the corner. It had been months since he had been afraid of meeting her eyes or being shirtless in front of her, thank God. He then sat on the bed for just a moment to remove his boots and socks. Now for the hard part.

They both knew what even just the sight of his belt brought to mind for them both. Daryl stood and unbuckled it with exaggerated movements, letting his hands glide over the leather and the buckle jingle loudly as he lopsidedly grinned at her. Carol's stomach clenched, but she fought to stay cool on the outside. She wanted to be in control this time, but Daryl wasn't going to give it up without a fight. Somehow, that made the whole idea even more arousing.

He shucked his jeans and stood there in his black boxers, her favorites. When he hesitated, she spoke up quietly.

"Those too."

He just gave a quick "Damn." as he peeled off the underwear.

His arousal was very evident. Carol's mouth suddenly got very dry at the sight of what already jutted up, rock hard. She had to lick her lips before saying anything, the quake in her voice belying the heat between her thighs.

"I thought you were going to let off some steam in the shower."

Daryl grinned at her slyly, snaking his hand around his cock to give it an tug. "I did. But the way you're actin, didn't take too long to build back up."

She was suddenly assaulted with the image of Daryl slumped against the shower wall, as his fist worked furiously...

Sweet Heavenly God, this was more difficult than she thought...

That was it. Time to get to work. Carol approached Daryl and pulled his hand away from himself. His eyes widened as she pushed him against the bed and down to sit, her standing still fully clothed between his thighs.

"My turn."

He nodded and she slowly pulled off the top. She had purposely already removed her bra, knowing how that drove him crazy. As soon as her breasts came into view she felt his heavenly calloused hands on her back as he pushed her chest toward his mouth but she pushed back, and shook her head. He growled but complied, putting his hands back on the bed so he could lean back to see her better.

She then wiggled out of her own jeans and toed out of her sneakers to leave herself standing in just the black thongs she had recently acquired. He had yet to see her in these.

"Where'd ya get those?" his voice sounded half strangled.

"Oh these old things, Maggie picked them up for me the last time she went on a run."

Carol turned to give him a back view and she heard his quick intake of breath at the sight of her basically bare ass with the black strings.

"Darlin, if ya want me ta keep my hands ta myself right now, that ain't the way ta do it."

Carol turned around quickly. "I've got some things I want to do first Daryl. Now grab that damn belt of yours."

She had never seen him move so fast. In a few seconds he had her wrists in one hand and the belt in the other but she twisted out of his grasp and grabbed the belt herself.

He looked at her confused, until she gave him his answer.

"Do you trust me?"

His mouth dropped open as realization crept over his face. "Carol, I...I..."

"Daryl, I asked Do you trust me?" she slid the belt through her hands, wrapping it around her fist, then slowly unwrapping it. She was pretty sure she saw a glint of excitement under his apprehension.

"Hell, yeah, you know I do."

"Do you know I won't hurt you?"

"You sure as hell better not."

Carol laughed, placing a peck on his nose, careful to keep her body from rubbing against his. But then she turned serious.

"Daryl, if you don't want this we can stop right now and do our usual stuff. No questions asked, it's fantastic too."

He leaned back to look into her eyes. Tilting his head he seemed to be trying to read her mind. Then a slow smile spread across his face.

"Nah, I want it. I trust ya. Just no 'back door' funny business, a'right?"

"Deal, Mr. Dixon. Now, your wrists please?" she tied his wrists as best as she could with the belt and the urged him to lie back on the bed. She then tied his hands to the headboard, leaving enough slack that he could turn over to his stomach if needed.

Carol tried to mentally summon any and every sexual entity in existence as she stood beside the bed. She then turned and shimmied down the strings of the g-string, making sure to bend over completely and slowly so he could see how wet she was from this different view point. She smiled and stood when she heard the belt buckle clang against the metal headboard as he pulled against it.

His nostrils were flared when she turned around. "Fuckin tease." he growled.

She just shrugged. He then asked, "When'd ya shave?" Carol giggled as she climbed over him. "I'm flattered you noticed, Daryl." He snorted, "Yea, like I wouldn't noti-FUCK!"

She had slid up against him, letting the newly shaved smooth skin and the her wet heat trail lightly over the tip of his cock. She stilled herself as his body relaxed. "You alright?"

Daryl looked at her through suddenly darker eyes. "I will be, as soon as I fuck the living daylights out of ya." He bucked up against her and she was only barely able to keep him from thrusting into her.

She laughed, "Daryl, I'm surprised at you. You always make sure I'm taken care of first."

He grinned sheepishly. "Not the first time if I 'member right."

She nodded," Truuuuuuuuuuue. But that was a beginner fluke. You were a fast learner after that." Carol knew that the fact she had been his first had been a bit embarrassing for him so she turned it into a compliment.

She resumed her teasing, conscious to keep him from entering her. She licked and and sucked his nipples. Then she gently scraped her front teeth over one and had to hold back a laugh as the belt buckle clanged, his arms flexed and he muttered curses beneath her.

She then moved down his stomach, his breath coming faster as she hovered over his stiff cock. He looked so expectant she hated to disappoint him. But he was close to the edge and she didn't want this over like that.

Carol crawled off to the side and patted his hip. "Roll over." Daryl gaped at her, then rolled over, having to twist his hips to adjust his cock against his stomach since his hands were still tied above his head. He was pouting and Carol was pretty sure she heard a "Bitch" said under his breath. She had to cover her mouth to contain the laugh that threatened.

She then started on his shoulders. Oh, his glorious shoulders. Carol licked and kissed her way over every dip and bulge, loving how his hands being bound above his head strained the muscles enough to bring out their outlines. When she was finished she straddled his ass and pushed herself against him. He gasped and writhed beneath her when he felt her wet heat against him.

Maggie had given her a tip to try, as they had talked casually folding laundry. Of course she would never tell Daryl her source. Carol moved down between his legs and let her fingers move under him to grasp his scrotum. That was nothing new, she had found that particular hot spot of his fairly quickly. He responded like usual, growling as she stroked and then gently tugged. But then she added her other hand. She pressed just behind his sac firmly with her thumb. Daryl's legs stiffened up suddenly and his head reared back from the pillow. "THE FUCK! Shit...Carol..."

She did it again and he jerked himself away from her hands before ordering over his shoulder "STOP! I WILL FUCKIN COME ON THESE SHEETS IF YOU DO THAT AGAIN!"

Well, whadya know? She would have to thank Maggie later.

Carol moved back up his trembling body and paused to place a kiss over his now sweat drenched neck as he backed down from what must have been the proverbial 'point of no return'. She leaned over and grabbed the aluminum arrow from under the bed where she had hidden it after she had removed the point. Daryl saw it as she brought it past his head and growled "Woman..." warningly. She straddled him again, assuring him that he had laid down the ground rules already and his 'back door' was quite safe. Good Lord.

She trailed the shaft of the arrow down his back knowing the cold metal would feel much different after her warm mouth. She watched delightedly as he sighed and then shuddered as prickly gooseflesh studded his shoulders and back.

Carol trailed the arrow down his right ass cheek, asking "Daryl, you sure do like to smack my ass alot when you take me from behind?"

Daryl rolled his head between his shoulders before answering, "Yeah, you seem like it pretty we-"

SMACK

She didn't bring the arrow down and across him hard at all, not even close to the strength he had used with his hand on her before. But it had been enough. He jerked like he was shot and buried his face in the pillow.

Either he really liked it, or he really didn't.

Daryl turned his face to the side after a few tense moments and Carol braced for the yelling at she was about to get. Instead she got the surprise of her life when he gave her one word, halfway between a plea and a whimper.

"Again?"

She honestly just wanted to sit back a minute and just assess the situation. She, little Carol Ann, had Daryl freaking Dixon, the biggest badass motorcycle riding walker killer in Georgia, tied to a bed with his own belt begging her to whip his ass with one of his own arrows.

There was no possible way this was real. She was asleep in her cell having one messed up sex dream that's what this was. She would wake up very shortly, very wet and disappointed, she was sure of it.

Carol was dragged back to reality by his voice.

"Carol, I said again, please?"

She had never heard him like this, so needy, practically begging. And it was doing crazy things to her nether regions. Dream or not she wasn't going to waste this opportunity. She brought the arrow down again. God, it sounded so loud bouncing off the walls.

Daryl jerked and groaned.

"Harder."

This was a command, not a request.

Fuck. And she did not use that word lightly.

SMACK

"Dammit, woman, I ain't gonna break, I said HARDER!"

Down it came, this time to leave a whelp she was sure. Daryl's arms flexed and she watched the metal of the headboard bend as it screeched. Carol had the sudden thought that if he broke through that metal headboard and she saw it, she would come right there where she sat between his legs.

Twice more, at his urging. He was now muttering into the pillow with his eyes rolled back in his head. She barely made out "fuck, feels so good" and she was done. Absolutely done, she needed some relief in this hallucinogenic wet dream before she woke up. She tossed the arrow down on the floor, ignoring it as it clattered and skipped away.

Carol pushed on Daryl's hip until he rolled over. He still seemed half out of it, lost in some pain/lust haze until she positioned herself over his cock, which was definitely much more engorged than she had ever seen it. He suddenly shook his head and she stopped, just as she was about to push onto him.

"What?" was that her voice? That sounded really needy yourself, Carol Ann.

"You need to do something for me..."

She looked down at him, was that a grin?

"Daryl, I've been doing a hell of a whole lot for YOU! What do you want now?"

"C'mere." he whispered, licking his lips.

She leaned down until her ear was over his mouth. "What do you want me to do?"

He whispered almost sweetly, "I want you to learn how to tie a fuckin knot."

Shit.

Two bands of iron clamped down around her waist and she felt herself fly, lifted from the bed. He had her back on the bed on her hands and knees before she could shriek. He leaned down behind her growling in her ear, "Ya didn't think I was gonna make ya do ALL the work, didya darlin?" He kicked her knees apart with his own and promised "I ain't gonna hurt ya, but I SURE AS HELL ain't gonna be gentle. A'right?" She had one last card to play. He loved it when he heard his filthy mouth come out of her own. She looked back and fluttered her eyelashes.

"Daryl, fuck me hard, please?"

He drove into her with a guttural noise that had her toes curling. He was so big this time, she was sure she would be sore in the morning and looked forward to it. After only a few thrusts she felt herself building, lacking only a tiny push. She was about to slide her fingers down to her clit when she felt his hand slide up her neck and into her curls, now grown out several inches over the past few months. It tightened experimentally then hesitated.

"Do it, Daryl", she moaned, surprising herself subconsciously with the amount of porn star in her voice.

That permission was all he needed, he grasped her hair with one hand and pulled back (she didn't miss the other arm around her waist keeping her full weight off her scalp, one of these days he was going to stop acting like he was going to break her), bringing her back to his chest. The sudden change of angle forced them both into coming so strongly that her screams echoed off the concrete as he bit her shoulder hard.

It was a long time before either could speak afterward. They had just collapsed forward so he lay half across her as they both lay on their stomachs. He finally ran his thumb over the teeth marks on her shoulder, kissed it and then mumbled "sorry."

"no, you're not." Carol giggled as she stretched her legs under his.

"Well, ya best not tell ANYBODY I let ya whip my ass with that arrow."

She pushed up on her elbows and rolled her eyes, "Let me? LET ME? I seem to remember SOMEBODY telling me to hit you HARDER, that you wouldn't BREAK!"

He looked away suddenly, his blush evident on his ears as he covered his eyes with one hand. "Fuck, I'm a pervert."

She grabbed his hand and said seriously, "Well, if you're a pervert, then I'm a BIG one for having the idea in the first place. It's ok." she snuggled into his chest, "Since I'm the only woman you've been with, I must have made you one. Sorry."

He looked down and grinned as he shook his head.

"No, you're not."