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“I KNOW you do.” She pointed at him. “We found the pictures you had on the Valient, oh you made good use of those.” There was an incredibly well-thumbed collection of photos of The Doctor, in a chest of draws with lube and a collection of toys.
“WE?” He was clearly more embarrassed about the idea of UNIT finding his private belongings than the current conversation.
“What?” She smirked. “You think when you went and pulled that stunt on me your wank bank just” she clicked “evaporated? Yeah I think the UN got them?”
“You kept them you liar.”
She raised a brow. “Mm… maybe I did.”
The cogs turned. “Oh!” He laughed. “Did you use MY toys on yourself?!”
She stepped towards him. “Maybe I did.” Her eyes danced. So that meant yes. “You left me ALL alone.” She leant even closer, her lips fluttering before him.
He pictured her past self, stealing away to a secluded part of that dratted blue box, a dildo tucked away… or the beads… He felt light-headed at the thought that they had shared this level of intimacy.
She must have noticed. “I knew you’d like that.” Her hands were on his shoulders. “Down, boy.” She pressed him down til he knelt on the floor, head pressed against her crotch. “I have a present for you. You will like it. And if you’re good, you get to taste me.”
He wished that he hated how natural it was to fall under her dominance. He was so eager, so pathetic, he needed her on him now.
She stepped away. “Stay on your knees.” Walked to get his gift… “Shirt off.”
He obeyed. She was so beautiful in power, in control, unstoppable.
Behind him he heard the crack of a whip. His breath caught, heat pooled in his crotch. Another crack- on the floor. He was sweating.
“Do you think about me?” her voice filled the “I know you do, but it’s every time, isn’t it? You can’t finish without me.” She wasn’t asking, she knew. The nights in the Valient he’d locked himself away in his bathroom, cursing as he reluctantly took care of himself.
The whip cracked, he shuddered. That answered her.
He gasped as the whip connected with his back. Several more lashes struck him- sparks of pain dancing on his skin. He moaned with the need for more, and she obliged.
“Whore.” Crack. “Slut.” Crack. “Bitch.” Crack. Crack. Crack.
His back was hot and sticky with blood, his head spinning with delight. He was faintly aware of The Doctor circling round to face him, grabbing his chin in her fingers. She had already lowered her underwear and was guiding his mouth to her cunt. She gripped the back of his head with her other hand and plunged it into her.
She was holy. He could get lost in her without her guidance, her hand leading him toward her wonderful clit. He didn’t dare move his own hands without her permission, sinking his tongue deeper into her warmth.
She yanked his hair, goading him to continue. He swirled his tongue faster round her. Round the sweet pinnacle of her climax, worshipping her heavenly, glorious clit. She came into his mouth. Hot and fast, nails digging into his scalp, forcing him into the rush. He lapped up every drop obediently.
“Good boy.” She drawled. Then pushed his head back. “Touch yourself.” She angled his face up so all he could see was her. “And don’t you dare look at anything but me.”
He snaked his hand down to his own dripping pussy, seeing only her, her... Her eyes filled with mischief, laced with desire and the absolute knowledge that she had him. His fingers dug in, moaning, glossy-eyed, only The Doctor in his vision watching over him. She pressed her boot onto his thigh, sending him crashing over the peak and into her.
Falling through the universe and onto her, her legs, her fingers, blessing him with her touch.
“Did you like my gift?” She circled her thumb under his eye.
He nodded.
She grinned. “Next time we can use it on the front.”
“Yes.” He said, too quickly, showing his hand. Well it was a little late for that.
She kissed him. Hard and fast and with a lot of teeth. Then she stood up. Shrugged. And yawned.
“I want a cuppa and a biscuit. Maybe five.” She scrunched her nose. “Always do after… this sort of…” she waved a hand. “Do you want owt?”
He blinked. “You’re so fucking stupid.”
“Yep!” she did her trousers back up. “I’m gonna go bob the kettle on.”