Chapter 10 : I'm his Carer (Part 1)
The Tardis was still on earth and had not left since the Doctor had taken Clara to the hotel for the spanking game.
But when she woke early that morning and found the Doctor was not in bed beside her, Clara called to him, got no reply and then threw on a sheer, short nightgown and left the bedroom.
As she walked down the Tardis corridor towards the console room, she wondered why he had got up before her – it was most unusual, he was normally awake first, pressing his hardness against her as he whispered he needed attention...
As she entered the console room, she smiled.
There was the Doctor, looking achingly sexy in his dark suit with the crimson lining as he stood over the console, reading her diary entry from the day before.
One hand was on the book, the other was on his exposed erection as he caressed himself reading the words that recalled every moment of their time together at the hotel.
"You certainly enjoyed that spanking..." he murmured, and he laughed, momentarily tensing as she came up behind him and slipped her arms around him. He was okay with hugs now – her hugs, but surprise ones still caught him off guard...
"Relax, Doctor," she whispered, and she reached down pushing his hand aside as she took over, stroking him gently as he continued to read.
The Doctor caught his breath, using his now free hand to lean tight against the console. He always found it hard to keep his balance when he was highly aroused and she was paying him such gentle and persistent attention...
"Oh that is beautiful," he murmured, and then he turned another page, "You loved it, me spanking you down there..."
A sly smile spread across her face as she continued to work her hand up and down the length of his hardness. Now she knew what his ultimate fantasy was, thanks to the game with the heat cream, she had a very powerful weapon she could use on him any time she liked – although she was sure the Daleks and the Cybermen and all the other enemies of the Doctor would have no interest in using it against him – she now knew his trigger, she knew how to bring on his climax...
"Just think," she murmured as she stroked him,"If that cream had been the real thing, I would have had my last orgasm that night...no more climax for Clara..."
"Stop it!"
He put the diary down as his face flushed and he became rock hard in her hand.
"Don't..."
She stroked him firmly.
"No more climax for Clara - and I would have spent the rest of my days with nothing to do but serve your pleasure -"
"Clara, don't, I'll come!"
"I know, and that is my duty, to make you do that..." she said sweetly as she continued to work on him, "I would have had no more orgasms, not ever, I would have been clitless Clara your love slave, complete slave to the Doctor's pleasure -"
"Don't! I'll come over the console and then I'll have to clean it!"
She suppressed a giggle and continued stroking him. He was solid in her hand, and now right on the edge. His legs were shaking now and she wanted to kiss him and hug him, but her work was not quite done...
"And you could have told people all about it...Clara gave up her ability to orgasm, she did it for me, Clara can't come any more, she just makes me come instead...that's how it would have been if that cream had been real..."
"Oh no!" The Doctor gave a sharp gasp and throbbed hard in her hand, spilling his sweet release in a powerful pump that covered console buttons.
"I'll clean it up, I'll lick it off," she whispered, and he throbbed again, gave a groan and another throb sent more of his climax over the console buttons.
The Doctor leaned against the edge of the control panel for a moment, his face flushed as he got his breath back.
Then he looked at Clara and smiled.
"You naughty girl! It was nice, though!"
"And what a mess you've made!" Clara exclaimed, looking at the sticky buttons.
"What a mess we made!" the Doctor corrected her, and then he looked to the buttons and glanced back at her
"Clean it, then. Don't stand there with your wide inflated eyes looking at me like you're shocked – do it!"
Her jaw dropped.
"Really? No you don't really want me to..."
He started to smile.
"Oh Clara, Clara when will you learn! I was joking!"
And with that, he drew a handkerchief from his pocket and slowly and carefully began to wipe clean the console buttons.
A short while later, Clara was dressed and ready to leave, the console was sparkling clean and the Doctor's handkerchief was in the Tardis laundry.
"Where are we going?" she asked him.
The Doctor cast a glance at her:
Today, she was in a simple patterned dress with low heeled shoes, an outfit that would have been perfect for going to work at Coal Hill in – but it didn't matter. She didn't have to dress for anything today, because that dress wouldn't be on for very long, soon it would be on the floor of the hotel room they had visited the day before.
"We're going back to the hotel," he told her, "I booked the room for a second day. I'm hoping the bar will be quite busy too."
Her eyes widened.
"You're not thinking about us having sex in the bar, Doctor?"
He laughed.
"No, no, of course not! Clara, where do you get these ideas from? I'd never do a thing like that!"
She paused by the Tardis door and looked up at him, and he looked down, into her dark, wide eyes and thought how much he adored her, he could not put it into words, but he simply adored her, his sweet Clara.
"So what are we going to do? You haven't even talked me through it yet, I don't know what to expect."
"I'm telling you right now, before we leave," he said to her, "It's a simple game – I want you to be my carer today, be my nurse."
And she saw a playful expression in his eyes.
"Your nurse?" that thought made her smile.
"What do you want me to do as your nurse?"
"Well," he said, "We are going to the bar – hopefully it should be quite busy when we get there...I'm going mention in conversation how you take such great care of me when I'm not feeling too good, say what a wonderful person you are, how you look after me, you know, after I had that terrible accident."
"What accident?"
"A fictional one of course! I just want to draw innocent bystanders into our fictional back story, just to get us into the mood for some bedroom play when we go back to the room together... "
Clara giggled.
"You're going to lie to strangers? That's..."
"Naughty!" the Doctor said gleefully, "Yes, I know!"
"So what exactly is this problem I help you with?" she asked him.
He placed his hand on his side just above his groin.
"I get some terrible pain sometimes. The only way for you to help me with it is to put me to bed, give me a nice massage and then give me very good oral attention. Blow jobs fix everything with me." And he winked, and Clara giggled again.
"Also, I like the idea of you making a fuss of me and making it all better. And I love the way you go down on me too, so it's just perfect for me. So today you are my carer, Clara. Nurse Clara is going to help me to bed and give me some very intimate attention."
"After you've told half of the story to innocent bystanders?"
"Well obviously I won't be bringing anything sexual into it," he told her, "Not to them – I just want them to believe our fantasy, for the fun of it!"
She laughed.
"Okay, I'm up for this!"
The Doctor opened the Tardis door and they left together, stepping out into the street hand in hand.
When they reached the hotel, the bar was quite busy.
The Doctor walked in and led her over to the bar, where she sat on a stool, and then the Doctor sat beside her, she looked away hiding a smile as he faked a look of discomfort as he sat down.
"Oh no, I think its going to be one of those days," he complained, "Constant pain...it's not fun."
And the young barmaid looked across the bar at him sympathetically.
"Are you okay?"
"I wish I was!" he exclaimed, "I'm never out of pain. Bad accident a few years ago...left me like this. I never know when I'm going to be suffering because of it, and it always gets me right down here."
He pushed his open jacket aside and placed his hand low down, stopping just short of his groin area.
"But my girlfriend looks after me, don't you, Clara."
And Clara smiled.
"I don't know what I'd do without her," the Doctor added, then he changed the subject and ordered two drinks, half a shandy for him and a white wine for her.
"You must love him a lot to do that."
Clara turned to see two young women standing beside her who had over heard the conversation.
She smiled again, but didn't dare look at the Doctor for hear of giggling, and then she nodded again.
"I do," she said, and that was not a lie, "I love him so much – I'd do anything for him."
"She got me through everything after the accident," the Doctor added, "It wasn't easy for her..." and he lowered his voice and leaned closer to them, "I don't want to say what happened but it's affected me in a difficult place, if you get what I mean. I thought my life was over. But she can do miracles with her hands."
Clara's eyes widened.
She was considering pretty soon it would be time to give him a gentle prod in the ribs with her elbow, because she didn't want his discussion getting too intimate with the two women...
"She has taken such good care of me I feel like a man again, I can...you know, function again. Sorry, that's too much information..."
And then he drew in a sharp breath, looking away as he blinked to fight back fake tears.
Clara suppressed a smile as the two women looked on in sympathy.
"Oh don't get upset," one of them said, "You're lucky to have a girl like her."
"I know that," he said, and then he smiled as his eyes reflected an impressive amount of fake emotion.
"Oh please, I don't deserve all this praise," Clara said, and she was struggling to hold back from laughing.
"You do my darling," the Doctor replied, "You really do. And you're doing so well."
He cast her a glance and she understood – yes, she was convincing total strangers this back story was true...
Then the Doctor put down his drink and pain registered on his face as he pressed his hand against his body, close to his hip but not quite low to his groin.
"Oh no, not again...Clara, I think you should take me back to our room. I need to rest."
"Of course," she said, helping him from the bar stool.
She kept her arm around him as they left the bar and went over to the lift.
Clara pressed the call button, and the Doctor was still keeping up the act.
"You'd better put me to bed, nurse," he said, and then he winked.
The doors of the lift opened and they went inside.
As the lift began to climb the Doctor took her hand and placed it on his body, below his belt, where she felt a raging hardness.
"You know what to do," he said in a low voice, "The best cure is to undress me, put me to bed and take care of this. Make me come hard, Clara. Show me what a good nurse you can be, those are your instructions."
And he leaned closer and their lips touched and deepened into a passionate kiss.
Then the lift stopped and the doors opened and he walked out of the lift, she followed, he waited for her to catch up with him, and seeing the corridor was empty, he faked the pain again.
"Hurry up nurse, I need a blow job!" he said, and she giggled as she hurried up the hallway to join him.
As they entered their room, the Doctor leaned against the door and gave a sigh as he held his hand against the imaginary wound.
"You'd better put me to bed." he said to her.
"Of course," she replied, and she put her arm around him and helped him over to the bed, thoroughly enjoying this role play game.
Then he laid back on the bed and as she stood there looking at him, her eyes roamed over the sight of the Doctor, on that bed in his suit, waiting to be undressed.
"I'll take my time," she whispered, "You lay back and relax, Doctor, I'll take care of everything."
He closed his eyes.
"Please do, Clara."
She spread open his jacket and then began to unbutton his waistcoat, as it fell open she looked into his eyes.
"Hurry up," he said to her "I'm in pain and only one thing can cure me!"
"Don't worry," she said softly "I'll soon have you undressed and then I'll take care of that problem of yours...I'll have it my mouth before you know it!"
And her words made him breathe out heavily in anticipation.
He sat up as she helped him undress, and by the time she had unbuckled his belt she knew she dared not even brush against the hardness beneath the fabric of his clothing, he was so hard he felt as if he was ready to burst.
After the Doctor had removed the last of his clothing, he lay back naked on the bed, and looked at Clara with desire burning in his eyes. But he still managed to keep the game going.
"Don't deal with my problem just yet," he said to her, "Massage me first, attend to all of me."
"Of course," she said, picking up the bottle of body lotion she had noticed left next to the bed, "As your servant and carer it's my duty to obey you."
And he closed his eyes and gave a deep sigh of contentment.
"I love it when you talk like that! Yes please nurse Clara, massage me all over."
And Clara poured some lotion into her hands, then started gliding them over the Doctor's hips. As she massaged him, it was tempting to lean down and take him in her mouth because he was so hard, but she knew better than to spoil the game. She was still tender from the intimate spanking from the day before, and was not able to withstand a second lot today...
"Worship me, worship me all over," he whispered, and she got up and sat at the bottom of the bed, put more lotion on her hands and began to gently rub his feet.
The Doctor gave another sigh.
"That feels so good...just keep going...all over...every inch of me..."
As she slowly rubbed the lotion into his skin she smiled, feeling a glow of contentment as she worked her way gradually up his body, inch by inch...
This was just perfect.
She was being given permission to have access to every single part of him.
This was going to be so good...
Part 2 will be concluded in chapter 11.