Notes: As I mentioned in the notes of the previous chapter, this is complete smut. It will not affect the story at all if you want to skip it. I just really wanted to write something like this, so I hope you like it. I debated for a bit whether to post it or not, but my beta insisted.
They were alone on the TARDIS again. Jamie and River had taken Clara on a little family vacation after their undercover adventures at Coal Hill School. The new home for the Time Lords on Trenzalore was being carefully transformed with planetary shielding and advanced technology. Their family on Earth, at Torchwood was keeping a close eye on any unusual activity and would call them if needed. This left the Doctor and Rose free to take a little vacation of their own.
"Look, Doctor, I know we tried something like this with your last body and it just didn't work for us, but I think your new personality might like it," Rose purred in his ear.
"I really don't think-" he began.
"Not the way we did before. Switch it around. This you loves control and I think I could learn to enjoy a little… restraint," she told him with a smirk.
"Are you sure? With what happened with Jimmy, I don't want to trigger any bad memories," he insisted.
"I'm sure, Doctor. I trust you, I love you, and it wasn't like that. I know that I'm safe with you, that you won't do anything that isn't about our mutual pleasure, and that you'll stop if I need you to," Rose assured him.
"Let's go then. The room is still here. Did you want to change your clothing at all?" he wondered, looking over his gorgeous wife.
Rose considered her various options in lingerie on board and decided that it might be best to just go au naturel for this time around. "Nah, I think you ought to see all of my skin and the lovely shade of pink it can turn at your touch," she teased, sticking her tongue in the side of her mouth seductively.
"Keep that up and I'll have to punish you," he growled, deciding that maybe he would like this kind of play this time around.
They had tried with Rose doing the dominatrix thing a century or so ago, his last incarnation seemingly perfect for the submissive role with her. But they had both decided that it wasn't their style and had gone back to their usual sex life fairly quickly. She was right though, that this incarnation seemed to crave control, and if she wanted to take the submissive role this time, he might just be up for dominating her. He was honest in his concern about her history with an abusive relationship, even if it was centuries ago. But he knew that this wouldn't be the same type of experience, so he would just keep watch on her emotions telepathically while they played this little game.
"I believe, Doctor, that is the point," she replied innocently.
They entered the room they'd created for just this sort of thing. The lights were dim, there was a large bed in the middle of the room, with handcuffs at each corner, and there were a few other places where they'd put restraints for different positions. They had purchased a few paddles and floggers, vibrators and dildos. Rose began to remove her clothes, but the Doctor stopped her with a firm grasp on her arm.
"I didn't tell you to do that," he chastised.
"Sorry," she squeaked, surprised at his sudden acceptance of the role.
"You will only do what I say and you will only answer with, 'yes, Doctor' or 'no, Doctor.' Is that clear?" he instructed, setting the parameters for their game.
"Yes, Doctor," she replied instantly.
He strolled over to sit on the sofa they'd set up in here and directed her to stand in front of him. Rose knew that it would be difficult for her to stick with yes and no as her only options and figured she was probably in for some punishments when she slipped up, but that was all part of the play.
"Remove everything except your knickers," he instructed, watching her closely.
Rose kept her eyes locked on his as she slowly removed her clothes. It wasn't quite a strip tease, but she could feel his arousal building as he watched her reveal herself to him. Once she was down to just her panties, the Doctor stood up and walked around her slowly, stroking his lower lip with his thumb as he considered his options.
"Stand at the bar," he told her.
There were ankle restraints, which he fastened immediately. He then adjusted the height of the padded bar to sit at the pivot point of her hips and locked it in place. She knew that the next part was to have her lean forward and tie her wrists, presenting her backside, but he stood directly in front of her and massaged her breasts. She moaned happily.
"Hush!" he told her, suddenly pinching her nipples painfully.
"Yes, Doctor," she whispered, trying to calm herself enough to follow his instructions and not get lost in the feelings so soon.
He walked over to the drawers nearby and returned with a pair of nipple clamps. Needing to make sure that she was ready for them, he leaned down to suck harshly on her right breast. Rose struggled to keep herself quiet, her breathing becoming ragged at his rough ministrations. She sucked in a breath as his mouth was replaced by the pinch of one of the clamps, and he moved to suck on the left one, preparing it in the same way. Once they were both attached, the small weighted chain between them pulling just a bit, he pulled her wrists forward to restrain her completely. They were both enjoying this immensely, they could feel it through their marriage bond, and mutually decided that they should do this more often. Not all the time, but occasionally.
"As you mentioned earlier, I really do need to see just how pink I can turn that lovely skin of yours, don't you agree?" he said as he moved behind her.
"Yes, Doctor," she answered breathily.
"Then we'd best be rid of these," he responded, ripping her panties roughly and tossing them on the floor where she could see them.
Rose hadn't noticed him grabbing one of the floggers earlier, so was surprised when she felt it suddenly strike the back of her thighs. She instinctively tried to pull away from the source of pain, but she was secured too tightly to do more than writhe in place. The strikes were not hard, but stung just enough that she knew her skin had to be reddening fairly quickly. He never hit the same spot twice in a row, always giving her body a chance to keep up, increasing blood flow to those areas, but not breaking the skin at all. Before long, Rose couldn't help but moan as the sensations began to overwhelm her.
He dropped the flail on the floor and leaned over her back, his trousers roughly rubbing against her sensitive flesh. "I told you to stay quiet, Rose," he scolded, reaching around to tug slightly on the chain between the nipple clamps.
"Yes, Doctor," she gasped.
"Do you know what that moaning does to me?" he asked, pressing his still clothed erection against her bum.
"Yes, Doctor," Rose groaned.
"I think, I may need to teach your mouth a lesson to keep you quiet," he rasped in her ear.
Rose thought she might have just gone to heaven with how this game was progressing. He pulled over an adjustable stool and unfastened her wrists to that he could position himself with her face in his lap. He had unfastened his trousers to release his erection, but kept them on as he took hold of her hair to position her head where he wanted her. She happily opened wide and started to suck on him immediately. Rose lost control of what she was doing to him however, when he held firmly to her head and maneuvered her back and forth harshly. His cock struck the back of her throat, and she focused on simply keeping her mouth open wide for him and breathing through it when she could. He stopped before he finished in her mouth, wanting to save that for the main event.
"Have you learned your lesson yet?" he asked, his own breathing getting heavy.
"Yes, Doctor," she assured him.
"Good. The only words that I want to come from your mouth when I'm taking you are 'Yes, Doctor.' Got it?"
"Yes, Doctor."
Moving back behind his wife, he slowly inserted two fingers into her dripping heat. She wriggled against him, trying to get a little more friction.
"You are mine," he told her, rubbing slowly against the rough spot inside of her. He reached around to release the clamps and she hissed in a breath at the sudden change.
"Yes, Doctor," she sighed.
At that, he couldn't hold back any longer and replaced his fingers with his rock hard erection. He grabbed hold of the bar in front of Rose's hips and used it as leverage to pound into her harshly. They were both lost to the sensations, him simply repeating, "Mine, mine, mine."
Rose whispered over and over again, "Yes, Doctor." Though not entirely in answer to his rambling.
She shrieked and tensed as her orgasm overtook her, pulling him over the edge along with her. He shouted loudly as he came inside of her, not worrying at all about anyone hearing them, even if there had been anyone else on the ship because they'd made sure that this room was completely soundproof upon creating it.
As soon as he could move again, the Doctor released all of Rose's restraints and carried her limp form over to the bed nearby. He removed his clothes before curling up next to her. They hadn't given up on the prospect of having another baby, but no amount of 'practise' had gotten them pregnant so far. It was strange how easily Rose had conceived Jamie, the very first time they had coupled, but in all the time since they'd stopped her birth control, they hadn't even had a miscarriage. It made him wonder a bit about the changes that happened to her during that first pregnancy, but none of his scans over the centuries since had shown anything that would prevent it.
"What's your mind buzzing about now?" Rose asked, breaking the silence that had fallen over them.
"Just thinking," he answered vaguely, but rubbed his hand over her belly, making it fairly clear what he was thinking about.
"I enjoyed that. You?" Rose asked, changing the subject so that they wouldn't get depressed about it.
He hummed his agreement and hugged her tightly against him. "We should definitely do that again sometime," he told her and they both snuggled down to take a nap.