Author's Notes: I'm back! I'm not making any promises about for how long since I burned out last time. But I've got a few stories to tell and I hope I can bring some pleasure to you dear reader. For those of you unfamiliar, this is a pure smut collection. If that's not your thing then leave. If you're down for it then dive in. For the record, I'm picturing Sacha Dhawan's Master here (Spy Master). There will be a lot of Clara because cute little brunettes in bondage is my main thing nowadays. Enjoy!
Clara Oswald was no stranger to danger. However, nothing could have prepared her for the position she found herself in now. The Master. His maniacal laughter echoing through the darkened room. His taunting grin leering at her as she struggled against the ropes binding her.
The petite brunette had been stripped to her underwear - black bra and panties - and her arms were stretched up above her head, tight ropes around her wrists bound to the ceiling. Her feet could only touch the floor by standing on tip toes.
"Clara, Clara," the Master taunted, a smirk playing on his lips as he stepped closer, eyes glinting with mischief. Her heart raced, but Clara maintained her composure. "You won't get away with this," she spat out defiantly, her voice steady, even as she felt more and more helpless.
"Oh, but I already have," he replied, leaning over her, his breath warm against her cheek. "You're in my TARDIS now, and here, you will learn your place."
Clara's heart pounded, a mix of fear and excitement coursing through her. She realised with horror she was finding each movement he made more and more intoxicating. The Master relished her struggle; it was a game to him, and he played it well.
With a swift motion, he spanked her sharply. The sound echoed in the room, stark against the stillness. Clara gasped, her body betraying her as a shiver of shock turned into something more potent. Her toes curled.
"Do you like that?" he taunted, his voice smooth like honey, yet dripping with malice. "Maybe I should do it again?"
"No!" she protested, even as a small part of her began to give in to that growing tingle of excitement. She pulled against her restraints, the ropes biting into her wrists.
The Master's amusement was evident in the gleam of his eyes as he delivered another sharp smack. Clara's whole body shook, her legs lifting up into the air for a few moments. Clara took a breath, wrestling with the mix of defiance and an unexpected rush of pleasure that followed. It felt wrong, yet exhilarating, a thrilling contradiction that began to cloud her mind.
"Admit it, Clara," the Master whispered, leaning closer, his face inches from hers. "You're starting to enjoy this." Clara clenched her jaw, fighting against the sensations bubbling within her. "I won't give you the satisfaction," she replied, though her voice caught in her throat.
"Is that so?" He delivered a series of playful swats, each one resonating with a blend of pain that danced dangerously close to pleasure. Clara's body jumped at each blow and she let out a high-pitched yelp each time. Clara's breath hitched, and she bit her lip to suppress a moan. The heat in her cheeks was undeniable, and her body leaned instinctively toward the punishment, as if begging for more.
With each smack, her resistance began to melt away. Clara's resolve weakened, and soon the stinging pain turned into a heady rush of need. She had fought The Master for so long.
"Say it, Clara. Say you like it," he commanded softly. He trailed a finger along her cheek: "Obey me." Her fierce spirit flickered like a candle ready to be snuffed out.
"I… I don't," she stammered, her breath uneven, though her body betrayed her, arching subtly towards him. "I don't like it," she forced her voice to sound more confident. "Not one second."
"Liar," he whispered, nibbling on her neck as she bit down on her lip to suppress a moan. He delivered another smack that sent a jolt of pleasure through her.
The cruel spanks ignited something within her, and she finally surrendered to the moment. "Alright," she gasped, her heart racing. He stopped, nestling his head into the curvature of her neck, tongue tickling her collarbone. She let herself smirk slightly: "maybe just a little…"
A wicked grin spread across The Master's face. He leaned closer, reveling in the power. His body pressed against her from behind and he ran his hands up her thighs. "Good girl," he whispered as his hand slipped beneath her panties. Her body tensed up.
As much as she hated to admit it, Clara was really starting to enjoy The Master's rough affection. The room filled with tension—a thrilling mix of apprehension and desire, laughter and gasps—binding them together. She whimpered under his touch as her body bucked wildly. He was laughing, savouring every second of control over her. He withdrew his hand and licked the fingers clean with a wink.
She wriggled in protest as he pinched the sides of her knickers and eased them down. But she couldn't stop him. And she didn't really want to. He grabbed a fistful of her brunette hair and reeled her head back so he could hiss into her ear: "scream for me." Her breasts heaved with the deep breath she took as he dragged his tongue up her cheek. "Make me," she breathed out.
Clara moaned as The Master's hand crashed into her rear again, sound of the smack echoing around the room. She was still tied up, her underwear around her knees, her ass exposed to him. She should have been scared, terrified even. But she wasn't. Instead, she found herself getting wetter with every slap.
The Master smirked as he saw the wetness glistening on her thighs. He reached out and touched her, feeling how wet she was. Clara moaned as he slipped a finger inside her again, her body trembling with pleasure. He started to move his finger in and out of her, and Clara couldn't help but push back against him, wanting more.
The Master chuckled and added a second finger, stretching her open. He started to finger fuck her harder, and Clara couldn't help but moan louder. She was getting close, she could feel it building inside her. But just as she was about to cum, The Master stopped.
Clara whimpered, her body trembling with need. The Master chuckled and stood up, walking around to stand in front of her. He reached out and cupped her breasts, pinching her nipples through the bra hard. Clara squeaked, her body arching towards him. The Master smirked and reached round to unlatch her bra. It fell to the floor silently. His hands grasped her perfectly formed boobs and he squeezed tightly. His thumbs teased the erect nipples. He gave both tits a harsh smack to hear her yelp again. Still no scream.
He stepped back and silently let his eyes wash over her naked, trembling body. Clara felt the heat in her cheeks rise as she blushed. The Master untied her wrists and she slumped to the ground. But she was only free for a second. He grabbed her arms and wrenched them back behind her roughly, pinning them to the small of her back, where he start to wrap the long coils around her wrists once more.
With her hands tied behind her back, leaving her completely at his mercy, Clara felt him spread her legs wider. She felt him position himself behind her, and then she felt him push inside her. Clara whimpered, her body trembling with pleasure as he filled her.
The Master started to move, slowly at first but quickly picking up speed. Her body shook. His hand pressed down on her bare back as she was pushed harder and herder into the ground. "Scream," he repeated his order, fucking her hard and fast. Clara bit back a yell, her body trembling with pleasure as he spanked her ass yet again, hitting a particularly sore spot. She couldn't help but push back against him, wanting more. The Master chuckled and spanked her harder, leaving red handprints on her ass.
He grabbed her hair again, pulling it as he fucked her, forcing her back to arch. She groaned deeply. She felt herself getting close. She could feel The Master getting close too, his movements becoming more erratic. She gave in. Her wail of anguished pleasure filled his TARDIS. He cried out himself, satiated at last by her screams. Her body trembled with pleasure as she felt him cum inside her.
The Master pulled out of her, leaving her feeling empty. Clara whimpered pathetically, her body still trembling with pleasure. The Master grinned and untied her hands, leaving her shaking on the floor. Her knickers had ended up around her ankles and Clara felt she should pull them back up to try and reclaim some dignity. She scowled as she did. "This changes nothing," she said to try and reassure herself. But she knew it did. She had just let The Master spank and finger her, and she had enjoyed it. She had let him fuck her and cum inside her. She couldn't believe it.
But as she looked at The Master, she knew that she would let him do it again. She couldn't help it. She was his, and she knew it. The Master smirked as he saw the look on her face. "Doesn't it?" He answered playfully and cupped her cheek with his hand, "I guess I'll have to try harder then…"
He knew that she was his now, that she would do anything he asked even if she pretended she wouldn't. And he couldn't wait to see what else he was going to make her do.