Title: An Exercise in Restraint
Pairing: Donna/Doctor (Ten)
Rating: M (18 and older)
Warnings: Explicit Sex, Bondage, Masturbation, Voyeurism, Language
A/N: Okay, so this is my first attempt at writing pr0n. I've had the idea in my head for several months and finally decided to go ahead and write it. I was originally going to write it in the Doctor's POV but changed my mind, although there is one small scene at the end that is from his POV. This is straight up PWP and is not for everyone. This first chapter isn't too bad but the following one will most certainly contain adult material. Seriously, read at your own risk. Also, English is my first language, but you probably won't be able to tell that with all of the horrible grammar mistakes I know are in here, so I apologize in advance for that. Hope you enjoy.
How the hell had the Doctor talked her into this? She still couldn't figure it out. She walked out onto the stage and stared out into the crowd. A sea of many blue skinned humanoid aliens stared back at her. And sticking out amongst them like a sore thumb was the Doctor. Her Doctor. She gave him a small smile that was equal parts shy and seductive.
It had been several months since the Doctor had found a way to fix the metacrisis and restore her memories. He hadn't asked her to come along with him again, he hadn't gotten the chance. The minute her memories were returned she all but demanded that he take her back and if he didn't want her then he shouldn't have brought her back so he was just going to have to deal with her. She had no idea that the Doctor had planned on begging her to forgive him and travel with him again.
It didn't take long for their strictly platonic relationship to turn into something… hotter. The sexual tension and feelings had been there when she had first traveled with him. The only difference was that, this time, they acted on it. It started out simple enough with just a chaste kiss every now and then. But after a while, kisses turned to snogging, which turned to groping which eventually ended with them both lying on their bed, naked and sated.
The sex was great of course, but not Donna's main source of enjoyment. What really made her happy was simply the fact that she was loved by someone (other than her mother and grandfather). She had searched for that her whole life but never really expected to find it. And after Lance's betrayal, she didn't know if she would ever be able to trust someone enough to form a relationship with them. But with the Doctor, it seemed so easy, so… right. She trusted this man with her life, quite literally.
She was momentarily interrupted out of her inner musings by the sound of the auctioneer starting the bidding.
It was odd, Donna thought, the reason for this charity slave auction. The natives held it to celebrate the anniversary of the males of this planet being set free. The planet was originally run only by the females and the males had been kept as slaves. They were poorly treated and often victims of physical abuse. Until about 200 years ago, when a sudden revolution of both males and females who'd grown tired of the abuse rose up against the matriarchy. After victory was declared they ushered in a new age, one where both male and female were treated as equals. From then on, once a year a week-long festival was held in honor of the slaves' emancipation.
Among the food, drink, and festivities, there was a mock slave trade, only the typical roles were reversed. This meant that for one whole day, the females participated in the auction and the males were in charge of whomever they bid on. It seemed somewhat bizarre to commemorate the ending of slavery with more slavery, but of course, every planet had a different approach to customs and traditions, and it was unlikely that many of them were the same as Earth. And of course, there were rules set in place. It was meant to be completely civil so anything abusive was strictly forbidden. Unfortunately, in actuality, the rules of abusive actions were not always heeded and so all of the money made from the bids went to shelters for those that were still being abused. It was a lot like abuse and slavery on Earth, Donna thought. Although the customs differed across the universe, the evils apparently didn't.
The Doctor had suggested that they-or rather, she- participate in the auction. At first she had been pretty hesitant, but of course the Doctor had managed to guilt trip her: It's for a good cause, Donna. It would help out all of those poor people who have nowhere else to go, Donna. Don't you trust me, Donna? Honestly, the man could lay it on thicker than anyone she knew. Of course she trusted him, but that didn't make the prospect of him being totally in control of her actions for a whole day any less daunting.
Her reluctance stemmed from his obvious reason for doing this. Yes it was for a good cause, but she was pretty sure that chivalry was not exactly what had been on his mind when he suggested it. He had hinted, more than once, at the idea of tying her up in the bedroom, and although she trusted this man to the ends of the earth, being submissive just wasn't her style. She'd never actually been with a bloke apart from the Doctor, but in their time together, she had certainly been the aggressor. They both had really, that's what made the sex so great, both of them fighting for dominance and control. And though Donna wasn't one for bragging, she was usually the one on top at the end. The Doctor had an ego the size of a planet and always liked to be in control of situations. And she was… well… herself: Loud, bossy, and always in control of her own actions. She sure as hell wasn't going to let someone tell her what to do and how to do it; she would do whatever she damn well pleased. But if they did this, she would have to give up that control, and that idea was more than a little intimidating.
The bidding started and just as she had expected, the Doctor, raised his hand and called out a number she was unable to hear over the thundering of her heartbeat in her ears. She was just about to let out a relieved breath and walk off the stage, figuring that the Doctor would be the only one to bid anything, when she heard an unfamiliar voice speak out.
"Five hundred kelkilians."
She turned and looked to see where the voice had come from. It was one of the blue aliens and he was appraising her with a lascivious look in his eyes. Her stomach dropped to somewhere below her knees. She hadn't even thought about this happening. And although it was a bit flattering that someone who looked who was not even her own species would bid on her, she wasn't keen on going with a stranger for a whole day. What if the Doctor lost the bidding? How much money did he have anyway? Oh, he was going to pay dearly if she ended up as some alien's slave.
The Doctor spoke up again, bidding ten thousand kelkillians. Donna was pretty confident that the man wouldn't try to top that, but was sorely disappointed when he countered with fifty thousand.
The bidding continued on for several more minutes, with Donna getting more and more worried with each rise in the amount of money. She briefly considered shooting the blue man a dirty look to try and dissuade him, but then thought better of it. The point of this was to raise money after all, and though she wasn't familiar with the currency here, she was sure that it was no small amount both of them were offering for her.
"One hundred thousand kelkilians" said the alien with no small amount of smugness in his voice. Donna felt sick. Surely the Doctor didn't have that kind of money on him. She looked back to the Doctor, silently pleading with him to get her out of this. He took in a deep breath,
"One million kelkilians." His tone just dared the other man to go higher.
Donna held her breath for one… two… three…; There was no counterclaim from the blue man. Finally the auctioneer announced that the man in the pinstriped suit had one and to please come forward and claim his prize.
Donna stepped off the platform and all but ran into the Doctor's arms, nearly crying in relief. He wrapped his arms around her in a comforting hug.
"Don't tell me you thought I would let you go with that Kelkrain."
She gave a small laugh, "I was starting to wonder."
"I'd never do that Donna." His arms tightened slightly around her as he leaned down to whisper in her ear, "What makes you think I'd share you with anyone? You're mine."
His possessive tone sent a thrill through her, his whispered words carrying all sorts of sinful promises.
He promptly paid the money he owed to the collector (god only knew where he'd gotten an amount that large from) before returning to where she stood waiting for him."Now, what do you say we go and check out some of the stalls?" He said excitedly, all traces of the persona he had only seconds before, now gone. He was back to his old self.
"Sounds good." And with that they made their way from the crowd at the auction and started down a road littered with people, performers and stalls crowding both sides of the road.
They spent several hours perusing the many stalls, neither finding anything that caught their interest. If Donna was honest, her mind was more focused on what was going to happen once they were back in the TARDIS, and she had a feeling the Doctor was thinking along similar lines.
"Are you about ready to head back to the TARDIS?" he asked as they strolled casually down the road, hand in hand.
"Yea, sure."
He stopped abruptly and she was yanked backwards slightly.
"Yea? Donna, that is not the proper way to speak to me. 'Yea' and 'nah' are not proper words. When you answer me, I expect either a 'yes' or a 'no'. And furthermore, you are not to speak unless directly spoken to. Is that understood?
"Yes."
"Yes what?"
"Yes…sir?" She really wasn't sure how he wanted to be addressed.
He gave her a soft smile, pleased that she had tried. "You can just use my name."
"Yes, Doctor."
"Good girl."
An unexpected jolt of arousal pierced through her. She hadn't expected something so simple as telling her how and when to speak to be exciting but it was admittedly somewhat arousing to have the Doctor speak to her like that.
They made their way back to the TARDIS, passing all the stalls they had previously visited, which were now beginning to close up for the day. They passed by the area where the auction had taken place and were halted in their progress by one of the Kelkrains. Donna immediately recognized him as the one who had bid against the Doctor for her. The Doctor obviously recognized him too, as the second he spotted him, he wrapped his arm protectively around her waist and pulled her close into his side.
"Congratulations, Mr.…"
"Oh, I'm the Doctor, and this is Donna."
Well, you are a very lucky man, Doctor. I honestly did not expect to be beaten. I admit, I was a bit disappointed, as I had plans for your friend." He turned his gaze to Donna and stared at her with barely concealed lust in his eyes for several long seconds before returning his gaze back to the Doctor. Donna really thought she deserved a medal for not slapping his head clean off his shoulders. The Kelkrain sighed, "But, I suppose the best man won."
"Yes he did." said the Doctor, with an air of arrogance that he'd had many years to perfect.
"However, if the female ever grows tired of you, I hope she remembers that I would not hesitate to welcome her."
That was the last straw for Donna. "Oi! The female has a name, thank you very much; it's Donna. And I'm right here. You don't have to speak about me like I'm on another planet! And another thing-." She was interrupted by the feeling of the Doctor's arm tightening around her waist and she froze. She looked up at him and saw anger flash through his eyes. She had completely forgotten that she wasn't supposed to speak.
The alien looked slightly confused. "I'm sorry, were you going to say something?"
Donna just stared mutely at him, too nervous to speak again. Luckily, the Doctor spared her from looking like a total fool by jumping in.
"I'm terribly sorry Sir, but we have to be going. It's been a long day and we're both rather tired."
"I agree. Well, good luck to you both. I hope to see you again someday, especially you, Donna."
She simply nodded at him as a thank you, not that she was all that grateful.
"Well, goodbye to you both."
"Goodbye to you as well." Returned the Doctor, and they continued their stroll to the TARDIS. When they were out of earshot of the Kelkrain, the Doctor leaned in towards her ear, whispering, "That was one, Donna"
One what? She wanted to ask, but dared not open her mouth, but instead continued ahead in silence. Even as the thought of the unknown scared her, it excited her at the same time. This new experience they were trying was a bit better than she thought it would be, and they hadn't even done anything yet.
Stepping across the threshold of the TARDIS, Donna thought that she might just enjoy this more than she originally thought she would.
Several hours later found them floating in the vortex, the Doctor tinkering with something under the control panel again and Donna sitting on the jump seat reading a magazine. The Doctor had established several restrictions once they had left the planet: Along with the previously established rules of not speaking and addressing him correctly, she was not allowed to touch either herself or him unless he gave her permission. And of course, the Doctor had made no move to touch her at all in the time they had been in the vortex. She was bored beyond belief, not to mention horny. She had thought, or rather hoped, that the Doctor would be up for something a bit sexier than messing with the TARDIS once they were on there way. But he had done absolutely nothing. He'd allowed her to engage in small talk with him, so at least that was something, it just wasn't what she wanted. She knew he was doing it on purpose. She was aroused and he knew it, so he purposely denied her what she craved so desperately. It was most unfair, really. But of course, having agreed to this game, there was really nothing she could do about it.
Eventually, the late night hours rolled around (her watch told her it was just after ten at home) and Donna was tired and frustrated and it seemed like the Doctor was too busy sweet talking his ship to pay any attention to her. She had half a mind to go to her room and get herself off, Doctor's rules be damned. Sighing, she stood up from her seat and began making her way to the hallway, calling over her shoulder, "I'm off to bed. See you in the morning."
He spoke before she was able to take another step, his voice eerily calm and demanding. "Did I give you permission to go to bed, Donna?"
I don't recall asking for your bloody permission. She thought.
She sighed again, she really was tired, and frustrated to boot.
"No."
"No?"
"No, Doctor" she ground out.
"That's better. Turn around." She did as he instructed, glaring daggers at him the whole time. He returned her death glares with a beguilingly friendly smile, "Now come here."
She made her way over to him, walking as slowly as she could. It wasn't much, but it was the only act of defiance she could think of at the moment. He stood from where he had been previously sprawled on the floor and wrapped his arms around her waist, drawing her into his chest.
"Doctor, I really am tired." She mumbled against his chest.
"Donna, I didn't say you could speak. That's two."
Oh, so now he wanted to play this game, did he? God, when these twenty-four hours were up she was going to wring his skinny neck.
He spent several moments stroking her hair, not saying anything before he gently pushed her away from his chest and gave her a quick kiss.
"You know, I'd quite like a nice cuppa. Donna, would you mind going into the kitchen and fixing one for me? Fix one for yourself too if you like."
She managed to force a smile, "I'd love to Doctor." Her voice laced with mock sweetness.
"Great! You know how I like mine. You can just bring it back in here to me when you're done."
"Yes, Doctor."
And with that she turned and made her way to the kitchen, so absorbed in her own thoughts that she completely missed the chuckle that came from the Doctor. He smiled at her retreating form. He was sure he'd gotten her pretty worked up earlier on the planet, and ignoring her for several hours had only increased her frustration. He loved seeing her like this: wet, hot, and aching, and unable to do anything about it, unless of course, she wanted to quit the game. But he knew Donna, and he knew that she was not one to back down from any sort of challenge, no matter how difficult.
The events of today had really made him quite proud of Donna. For her to give up control like that was no small feat. Donna liked being in control of things and always had, especially in the bedroom. This was a new step in their relationship and it showed him that she really did trust him completely.
Already he could feel himself getting hard beneath the restricting barrier of his suit, thinking of the events to come. He reached down beneath the panel he had been working under. He grabbed the box he had hidden down there and, pulling out the blindfold, made his way into the kitchen.
So what did you guys think? Should I continue it, or quit while I'm ahead? Let me know what you think.
