As promised- a week late ~sincerely sorry~ because my computer's being a spoiled brat again. Please forgive me- this is long, sooooooo...no hard feelings? :)

A shout out to the wonderful EmmyMayyy, who gave me the thumbs up on this piece. Thank you so much xD

Wickedness in the Wonder Woman Part II

Brennan looked at herself in the big, double mirror and a slow but gradual smile graced her painted red lips. Tonight they had agreed that Booth would be staying at hers, which meant she was able to leave the Jeffersonian early so she could pick up a few extra items for her plan of action.

She had drafted it out carefully, writing down specific things needed for tonights proceedings as well as a few references needed for her character role. She had consulted with Angela, and after a very brief list of props and other assortments of vital and trivial knowledge, Brennan was ready to set her plan to work.

Glancing at her beside table, she noted her alarm clock said 7:50pm, meaning she had about ten minutes until Booth was due back from his meeting with Cullen.

Perfect.

Applying the last of her make up, Brennan did some little finishing touches around her apartment, before gathering up her items and waiting for the sounds of a car pulling up outside.

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Booth groaned in relief as he walked out of the empty elevator and approached the door to Brennan's apartment. Today had been a long day, what with the early morning rush to court (that fiasco had set them back quite a bit, upon arriving at the courthouse. And Caroline was certainly not in the forgiving mood today) and the two-hour long conference meeting with his Boss, meaning he was leaving work later than usual.

He had already called Brennan, telling her that she had an extra hour on her hands before he was able to exit the Hoover. They had talked briefly and hung up together, each having a lot of things on their minds. Booth was only comforted with the fact that he no longer had to think; all he had to do was go home to his beautiful partner and indulge in a well rested sleep...

Well, those had been his original intentions.

The instant Booth walked through the door to Brennan's apartment, he knew something was up. The lights were dimmed, the curtains were drawn and candles were lit and placed all around the living room, creating a mysterious and relaxed atmosphere. Booth eyed the place suspiciously and placed his jacket and keys down on the counter.

"Bones?" He called from the hall, his feet still rooted to the spot by the door.

No answer. He began making his way across the room.

"Bones, where are you? What's going-" Booth stopped dead in his tracks and his jaw dropped open. "Oh my god."

Standing there, against the door frame of her bedroom, was the center of his hottest, most wettest dreams. Only this time, she was wearing a tiara, a busting, blood red corset, blue patterned shorts and little else.

Oh sweet Jesus.

"Good evening, Agent Booth." She purred in a breathy voice, adding extra emphasis to the 'Agent Booth' on the end. Booth continued to stand gaping at the sight before him; every single one of his fantasies put to shame as he raked his eyes up and down the beautiful form of the dreamy temptress in front.

"Bones?" He managed to squeak out in a much higher octave than expected. His eyes were glued to her long pair of smooth legs, leading up to the voluminous curve of her delicious waist, encasing her ass in a pair of hot blue panties. Her torso was asserted brilliantly within the tight corset; the silver lining below the swell of her breasts pushing the generous molds up for his eyes to feast on.

Everything, accompanied with a pair of shiny, knee high boots, silver band bracelets and tiara, all finished off with a touch of red lipstick and soft ringlet curls...

It all screamed 'fuck me' loud and clear. And don't think the exact thought hadn't crossed Booth's mind a thousand times while watching Brennan cross the threshold over to him.

"What's wrong? Cat gotcha tongue?" She oozed sexily, planting both hands on those softly rounded hips of hers. Booth was stunned. How did she even know what that meant?

"I-I didn't think you'd...you look...wow." He finished lamely, not being able to resist running his eyes over her far too sexy body once more.

Brennan grinned as she got the exact reaction she had been hoping for. Booth's eyes were glazed over and an impressive erection tented proudly inside his trousers, giving Brennan some clue to what her outfit was doing to him. He hadn't expected to walk in and be greeted by Wonder Woman; live in the flesh.

"Sweet talking will get you nowhere, Agent Booth," She suppressed the smile edging it's way into her voice and continued to keep a serious, straight face."Now I suggest you give up this tiring charade and follow me, until I think of a suitable punishment for your...disobedience."

"My what, now?" Booth swallowed nervously and clenched his fists at his sides; the growing strain in both his voice and pants, betraying him to the highest degree.

Brennan's eyes narrowed and she took an extra step towards him, so that with the extra boost of her boots, she was now head level with Booth.

"You obviously have little regard for womanhood. You must learn respect." She whispered huskily against his lips before turning around and swaying her hips towards the bedroom; giving Booth a very satisfying view of her ass as she sashayed through the doorway.

His eyes were wide and his breathing echoed in time with the erotic click of her heel. She looked over her shoulder and raised a brow at his apparent refusal to move from his spot in the hallway.

"Well don't just stand there. Are you willing to come with me, or do I need to inflict any necessary force on you?" Her eyes traveled slowly up and down his form in question, her lips parting ever so slightly as she visually seduced his body.

Snapping out of his thoughts, Booth met her gaze and realized the dark intentions there.

She was taking charge of him, making him lose his mind while he bumbled about and did fuck all about it...oh that was so wrong. If she thought she had the upper hand, well then she had another thing coming.

Seeley Booth was no slouch.

He would play her little game and make it perfectly clear; you do not toy and mess with a horny guy, confronted by his favorite fantasy of the woman he loved and get away with it.

"And what if I don't wish to come with you?" Booth replied unexpectedly, flashing a cocky grin to the Wondrous woman in playful defiance.

She cocked her brow again, this time in amusement.

"Oh, I'll make you cum." She licked her lips to emphasize her point, allowing her tongue to skim the opening of her top lip sensuously.

The sexy remark and innuendo did not go unnoticed by Booth, who was beginning to sweat beneath his white collared shirt and tie.

Brennan winked and spun on her heel, walking into the bedroom and leaving him in no doubt, what kind of hectic trouble he was about to venture into...

As he walked through the doorway of her bedroom chambers, he noted the lights were also off and dozens of little candles littered the space, making the surroundings dark and lustful.

But that was before he saw the bed.

She had put on those dark sheets he loved (especially when they contrasted with her ivory, silk skin) and had placed a golden rope of some sort in the middle of the bed linen.

"Lay down."

A voice distracted Booth from the bed and he glanced over to see her staring at him from the far side of the room, against a wall.

"Excuse me?" He tried and failed to keep his voice in check. Brennan eyed him carefully before pushing herself off the wall and sauntering over to him slowly.

She was about two inches away from his face before she spoke dangerously in his ear.

"It's not a question, it's an order. Lay. Down."

The whole dominant enforcer stuff was really turning Booth on, but he wouldn't give in that easily.

"Make me." He used her words from earlier and smirked as her eyes narrowed on him; the dark, smoky eye make up, making her look ridiculously sexy when infuriated.
Brennan loved this 'hard to get' attitude he was working. The roguish refusal to obey rules and orders excited her immensely, especially since it was so out of character for Booth to deny her anything at all. Except for a gun, of course, but that was understandable.

"Fine," She flared her flaming blue orbs once more and yanked Booth by his tie, so that he was flush against her own body. "Let me remind you, Agent Booth, that I do not tolerate nor take well to insubordination. If you continue to allow your rebellious mouth to take over, then I will be forced to take action. Is that understood?"

Booth bit back a moan as she brushed him lethally below the belt.

"Yes, Wonder Woman."

"Good." She smiled naughtily before pushing him backwards onto the bed. He stumbled and fell onto his back, bouncing onto the mattress as she made her way to the side of the bed again.

"Now that we are on the same page here, let me lay down some ground rules," She grabbed the rope from the bed and held it loosely in her hand. "Number one. You are forbidden to speak unless I tell you to. This means no remarks, comments or any profanities used while I'm in charge. Number two," She swiped the rope slowly up his right, inside thigh and tapped him gently. "No touching. You touch me," She hit him harder. "Then I'll touch you, just not in the way you want it." She allowed the thick material to droop over his erection and Booth gasped at the little pressure it caused. "Finally, number three. This is my lasso of truth. If you fail to follow the terms and conditions set, then I'm afraid that you'll be receiving a good, hard prompting from yours truly, as a result of your ignorance. Can I trust that you can behave under these circumstances?" She was hovering over him with such intensity, he was actually a little afraid of what kind of prompting she had in mind. Then again, the mere thought of Brennan's deadly wrath, directed at him, sent a delicious sensations and thoughts down his lower half.

He nodded in response to her question, choking on the sexual remark that threatened to be voiced in his throat. Brennan gave a tight smile, before lowering her whip like weapon to the bed.

Her next move took Booth by complete surprise.

"Bones!" He yelped as she ripped apart his shirt, forcing the seams and most of the buttons to tear away from the sides of his work garment and onto the wood flooring below. Once he was stripped of his top clothing, bare skin was met with blunt nails, deriving a strangled groan from Booth's lips as Brennan gently clawed and scraped her hands down his chest.

"Ah, ah, ah, don't struggle. I think you'll find your situation will improve, if you just give up all control to me." She taunted him as he attempted to sit upright. She grasped his shoulders and held him down, climbing on top of him while doing so and straddling his lap.

Booth hissed as her cloth covered center brushed up his length and threatened to suffocate his heavily aroused cock within the confines of his boxers.

"Shit." He breathed and stifled the impulse to grab hold of her hips and slam her gloriously wet heat, down onto his equally hot sex.

She was making small rocking movements with her pelvis, stroking and maneuvering her small waist up and down, side to side and back and forth along his hard length and thighs. Booth growled and decided if they were ever going to get to the good stuff tonight, then he would have to put a stop to her teasing.

Summoning up the required strength, Booth took hold of her torturous hips and held her there firmly.

His breathing had become very ragged; frustration as well as desire pumping rapidly through his body while his chest heaved with restraint.

"Phase one, complete." Booth's eyes snapped open.

"What?"

"Phase one...a test of your self-control and bodily demands. To see whether you have as much willpower as I have come to expect you to possess." Brennan whispered sultrily against his ear and began to lift her body off of his. Booth was having none of it and kept his hands planted tightly on her waist.

"You were testing me?" He licked his lips in parchment, his voice sounding incredulous as he reevaluated the situation once again.

"Yes and you passed, Agent Booth," She nipped his earlobe playfully and shifted over to the left side of the bed. Booth huffed petulantly and allowed the loss of her body to sweep over his regretfully. "Now for phase two."

Another surprised gasp left Booth's mouth, this time as a result of his lower regions reacting to her soft touch as she began to undo his pants belt and buckle.

"What's phase two?" He gritted his teeth and clenched his jaw, the subtle touches she was giving his erection, not going unnoticed by Booth, who was literally teetering on the edge of insanity. She didn't even try to hide the smug smirk that curved against her lips.

"The phase in which you demonstrate how capable you are at handling a woman's body." Brennan knew what her words were doing to him and satisfaction swelled in her chest as she felt his cock harden beneath her fingers.

Booth groaned and thrust against her hand, her erotic voice accompanied by her feather light caress making him want to flip her over and fuck her senseless into the mattress below.

But that's not how the game was supposed to be played. Sure he wanted to relieve that ungodly ache in his pants, but he wanted to please his Bones more. And if that meant being tortured, teased and manipulated by Wonder Woman, well... he was a wiling participant.

"Shouldn't you be getting naked too, then?" Booth waggled his eyebrows, but instead of a response he got a sharp whack to the thigh. "OW! What the hell?"

"You just violated rule one. No speaking unless I tell you to. Do I need to go over this again?" She scowled and batted her lasso against the palm of her hand. Booth gulped and eyed her nervously.

"No."

"Thank you. To redeem yourself, you can begin by removing my clothing."

He nodded silently, not willing to test the ruling system again, by opening his mouth. Looking across at her body, Booth didn't know where to start. She looked absolutely sensational in those tight panties, and that corset...lets just say it didn't leave much to the imagination. He wanted to be able to touch bare skin, but he didn't want to ruin the hot ensemble.

"I'm waiting." She purred while fingering the length of her lasso. Booth's mouth went dry and his fingers itched to get to work on her body. But what to choose first...

As if reading his mind, she answered the question for him.

"Let me make this easier for you," She picked up his hands placed them at the top of her short, costume bottoms. "Start with my panties first. I'm sure you'd love to know what I've got hidden underneath..."

Booth breathed slowly, his excitement hardy contained as his shaky hands smoothed over the soft silk in between her legs, his fingers slowly edging under the band and feeling...an even softer surface?

Oh sweet Jesus.

Booth groaned as his hands felt no other barrier blocking the way to his prize; finding only bare skin and a small patch of curls feathering against his digits.

"Mmm, keep going..." Brennan's breathless whisper heated his body and blood soon scolded him down his neck, beneath his hot skin. Her words of encouragement were all he needed and soon he was deep in exploration of her sex; his fingers delving and dancing along her moist lips and folds, easing and teasing the small bud of wet nerves until she gasped in sheer desperation.

"Okay, that's enough!" She moaned and drew his hands swiftly out of her garment. "Remove them now and then you can begin on the corset."

Booth allowed the flimsy shorts to drag along, past her legs, his knuckles slightly brushing against the velvety skin of her thighs before he yanked them down, completely over her boots.

He then set to work on her girdle, the cold metal of the zip from behind the garment in contrast of his flushed skin, sending shivers down his spine. Her back was so smooth and incredibly soft, he longed to kiss and touch every inch of her perfect body.

Once he had unveiled her top half, Booth steadily unclasped the cups of her bra and dropped all the loose clothing to the floor. Brennan was basically nude (with the exception of her boots and tiara) and sat with her eyes fixed on Booth. He was partially naked himself, his bottom half still covered by his obscured belt and buckle, pants and black underwear.

"Permission to speak?" Booth asked hesitantly while glancing at her whip.

"Permission granted." She replied wearily, her suspicious looking eyes of blue thunder stalking him while he forced his mouth to form words.

"Well, in order to handle a woman correctly, to satisfy her to full capacity, wouldn't it be logical for both the male and the female to be naked?" He negotiated huskily, his mouth curving upwards into a sexy little grin while his fingers tip toed suggestively up her inside leg.

Brennan gazed at him thoughtfully, before she too, relented into a naughty half smile.

"Why yes. I believe that would pass more than sufficiently for sound logic."

Within seconds she was over his body, her fingers making quick work of his trousers and underwear while her lips skimmed the stubble of his jaw. Booth growled and allowed her frantic hands to work their delicious magic on his pants.

Soon Brennan sat straddling a very naked Booth, her center rubbing up against the firm, delectable abdominals of his stomach while her thighs squeezed the sides of his ribcage.

"I think we have surpassed the stage of phase two; now for the all important phase three... How well would you say you are at pleasuring a woman, Agent Booth?"

If a man could die from too much blood rushing to the dick, then Booth was sure that human combustion would definitely be on the agenda tonight.

He gaped up at Brennan. The way she was looking at him and talking...

"You are allowed to answer the question." She sighed and drew a figure of eight on his chest, as if she was growing tired of this little game she had begun. Booth's eyes narrowed and both his hands came up to encircle her wrists. If she was looking for something more exciting, he would damn well give it to her.

"I'd say I'm pretty damn good at making you scream, cause I know all the places that you liked to be ravished and touched," Brennan gasped in surprise and stared wide eyed down at the feral gleam in his chocolate, brown orbs. "But you've been playing me all night long, and like a horny idiot, I let you hook and reel me into your little game. So now I'm so fucking turned on, I don't think I could even stand not being in your tight little sheath any longer..." To prove his point, Booth clasped hold of her hips and before she had a chance to respond, he had fully submerged himself inside her dripping core.

"Booth!" She cried and shot her head back in blinding pleasure. Booth had had her on the edge from the moment he had entered her. She could feel the pressure rising in her pit of her womb, coiling and uncoiling, until...

He removed his cock from her heat.

"Bastard." She hissed through gritted teeth, clenching his biceps through vice like fists while she desperately tried to reconnect their sexes.

Booth was strong though and held her waist firmly high above his throbbing cock, despite his own unbearable desire to join and hold her irresistibly hot core over his member.

"What's the matter Wonder Woman? Do you need to rely on a man to make you feel good?" Booth sneered and rolled his hips below her own. Brennan glared at him furiously while he continued to taunt her with his manhood. "Not so nice when the shoe's on the other foot, eh? Bet you just can't wait- fuck!" He swore and released her hips to go to the aid of his stinging red thigh. Brennan sat on top of him, lasso in hand, with a devilishly evil smile on her face.

Booth didn't even get the chance to stop her as she lowered the head of his girth into her entrance and sank completely down onto him.

"Mmm, baby, that's exactly what I intend to do to you..."

She thrust her hips over him seductively, before giving him a tight squeeze with her inner muscles. Booth gasped out, forgetting about the faint twinge of pain he felt on his inside leg and focusing on the intense feeling of his cock sliding into and out of her heat.

"Oh god, Bones."

She was riding him slowly but throughly, making the tightness in his balls send tremors to the base of his spine and recklessly through his groin.

For moments the Wonder Woman fantasy was forgotten; the basic, primal urges to just simply seek release and fuck your partner taking control of their sweat covered bodies.

Booth was in ephemeral heaven, every single stroke of her walls on his cock creating the most unbelievable sensation. The friction of her red rubber boots against his sides added to the experience, bringing him right to the high point of his climax.

"Shit Booth!" Brennan jerked frantically above him, the angelic light at the end of the tunnel rising up and momentarily surrounding her in an exquisite hot flush. The urgency of her orgasm hit her delightfully, just as his peak came crashing down.

"Fucking hell, Bones." He held her tightly to his chest and allowed both their hammering heart beats to race in time with one another. The tiara she had been wearing was now lopsided and clinging for dear life in her messy locks of curls, which looked disheveled and undeniably sexy, even at post-carnal bliss.

"Wow, that was just..." She curled her fingers lovingly against his chest and inhaled his musky, male scent.

"Hm, yeah. The whole Wonder Woman in charge attitude was insanely hot, Bones. God, do you look eatable in those panties of yours." Booth grinned and swatted her ass affectionately, his arm still holding her over her mid section.

"Haha, well I liked the whole vice versa situation that followed...did you like having me on top?"

"Oh yeah, but I like seeing you in all kinds of different positions, Bones, so that doesn't really count." She laughed and rested her head above his heart, listening to the now calm rhythm of his breathing patterns.

"Booth?" She asked after a few silent seconds.

"Yeah?"

"Do you still have that 'squint' costume leftover from Halloween?"

"Yeah, why?"

She grinned broadly before settling her lips over his own.

"Thought I would take you up on a fantasy of my own. Perhaps a strong, sexy squint could teach me a thing or two about different positioning..."

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