Clara Oswald's wrists ached from the tight rope binding them together. Her ankles were sore from the way they were tied, spread eagle, to the corners of the bed. The Doctor stood over her, his tall form looming ominously in the doorway of the Tardis bedroom. She could see the hunger in his eyes, and her own body responded. She shivered in anticipation.
"You know what happens next, Clara," The Doctor said, his voice low and serious. Clara bit her lip, the gag in her mouth making her words come out muffled, "Yes, Doctor."
The Doctor crossed the room, his eyes locked with Clara's. He ran his hand over her body, feeling her soft skin, the curve of her breasts, the roundness of her arse. She squirmed beneath his touch, her body responding to his rough touch. He gripped her hair, pulling her head back, exposing her neck. He leaned down, biting her neck, causing a small whimper to escape her gagged mouth.
The Doctor's hand trailed down Clara's body, stopping at the apex of her thighs. He ran his finger over her clit, feeling her wetness. Clara moaned, her body responding to his touch. He slipped a finger inside her, feeling her tightness. He added another finger, stretching her. Clara moaned louder, her body writhing beneath him.
The Doctor pulled his fingers out of Clara, causing her to whimper. He brought his fingers to his mouth, tasting her wetness. He smirked, "Delicious, Clara."
He ran his hand over her thighs, causing her to shiver. He leaned down, his breath hot against her skin. He bit her the sensitive skin of inner thigh, causing a small yelp to escape her gagged mouth.
The Doctor moved up, his mouth finding Clara's clit. He sucked, causing Clara to moan loudly. He flicked his tongue over her clit, causing her to writhe beneath him.
The Doctor pulled back from Clara, causing her to whimper. He stood up, his eyes locked with Clara's. The Doctor moved to the head of the bed, gripping Clara's wrists. He ran his hand over her body. She squirmed beneath his touch, her body responding to his rough touch.
The Doctor leaned down, his mouth finding Clara's. He kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth. She moaned into the kiss, her body writhing beneath him. The Doctor moved down, his mouth finding Clara's breasts. He sucked on her nipples, causing her to moan loudly. He bit down on her nipples, causing a small yelp to escape her gagged mouth. He moved down, his mouth finding Clara's stomach. He kissed her stomach, causing her to shiver. He moved down, his mouth finding Clara's clit. He sucked, causing Clara to moan loudly. He flicked his tongue over her clit, causing her to flail beneath him.
He positioned himself at her entrance, his dick hard and ready. He thrust inside her and Clara couldn't hold back her desperate moans. He gripped her hips, pulling her closer, deeper. He began to move, his thrusts rough and dominating. Clara moaned louder, her body responding to his rough thrusts.
The Doctor's pounding became faster and harder. Clara wailed out even louder, her body wriggling beneath him. She could feel her orgasm building, her body tightening. The Doctor gripped her hips tighter. His thrusts hit a particularly delicate spot, causing Clara to cry out. She came, her body shaking beneath him. The Doctor continued to rock into her until he finished himself, his own body shaking with his release.
The Doctor pulled out of Clara, causing her to whimper. He untied her wrists, ankles. Clara's body was sore, bruised, but she felt satisfied. The Doctor leaned down, kissing Clara deeply. He pulled back, his eyes locked with Clara's. "Until next time, Clara."
Clara smiled, her body still shaking from her orgasm. "Until next time, Doctor."