krazygoesrawr:It’s his eyes. They hold you in place without your consent. His voice carries ac

krazygoesrawr:It’s his eyes. They hold you in place without your consent. His voice carries across the console, heavy with authority and maybe, could it be, lust. “I said, don’t touch. Don’t play games with me. Don’t ever think that you are capable of that.” he draws his words out, looking at you steadily and you can’t believe how you could have missed that spark in his eyes. The desire. The raw, unmasked want shinning in his age old eyes. He’s daring you to defy him, to try and play. His anger mixes with his lust and it’s burning a hole through you. You gulp down the fear and embrace the challenge, pushing yourself off the console he had pinned you to with his eyes. “I can’t play games with you Doctor? Why not? You don’t think I can, do you?” Your hands caress the console, running your hands over buttons. “Don’t you like games?” You look over at him to see his eyes following you hungrily, his body tense like a spring yet he’s completely still. You know if you move in just the right direction, say the right thing, he’s going to come flying out of his chair at you. But for now, he’s tense and still; waiting. You gather up enough courage to turn from him to the console and you pick a few buttons and switches and start hitting them.You see him instead of hearing him, springing from his chair and tackling you to the floor in semi-playful anger.He straddles you, fighting for dominance over you and you’re fighting back just as hard. “I told you. Don’t… Touch….. Anything.” he growls, finally pinning your arms to the floor as you try your hardest to breath. He’s to close, to firm against your body and suddenly you’re just a little bit afraid of that glint in his eyes. Afraid of that hold he’s got on your arms, like he’s powerful enough to break your rebellious spirit. You squirm but the triumph in his eyes tell you that you aren’t going to be strong enough to break away; no matter how hard you fight. Without warning, he pushes you towards the base of the console, sliding you on the glass floor of the TARDIS till your outstretched arms are touching the wires. He grabs a strong looking cord, looping it around your wrists until he’s sure you’re tightly bound. Your stomach is doing violent flip flops once you realize what the hell he’s doing and a small cry escapes your lips.“Doctor?!” your voice shakes as he eyes you with the eyes of a predator. You always thought he’d be a kind and sweet lover. You know now, that there is no such thing. At least not at the moment.You barely catch your breath before he begins to unbutton your simple cotton shirt, exposing your skin to the cold air of the TARDIS. His hands run up and down your body, then his lips follow, testing, teasing until you’re squirming delightedly on the floor. His tongue, his teeth, his hands, they’re every where at once and you think that maybe his eyes were wrong until suddenly he bites down hard on the curve of your neck. You react without thinking, arching into him and he takes your trembling body and devours it. He begins to bite down hard everywhere, leaving bruises, marks. Ravaging your body until you’re on overload. Your breasts don’t escape his punishment, he rips off the thin material of your bra and bites down hard until your moans become louder and his hands move to rip off your sweatpants. He moves his mouth down your body, and onto the inside of your thighs, nipping harshly at you until you tear up at the pain and the pleasure mixed so exquisitely together. You’re panting now, legs unable to stay still as his mouth moves closer to the heat gathering between your legs. “D-Doctor.” is all you manage to mutter as he moves up to your lips for the first time. Hovering over your lips, “Yes?” he asks as his elegant fingers suddenly find themselves stroking you through your underwear. You gasp, bucking into him. “Oh….” is all you manage to say before he bites at your lips, kissing you; his fingers keeping the heat growing until your aching.“Please. Doctor please .” You beg him. He smirks against your lips, then in one swift movement removes your panties and replaces his fingers with his tongue. You bite your lip, breathing ragged as he tortures you relentlessly with his clever, wicked tongue, finding the rhythm of your hips and alternating between his tongue and his fingers, inserting first one, then two. “Oh my GOD.” you clench around his fingers, thrusting your hips forward until the heat explodes and you’re left panting; a hot, wet mess on the cold floor. His eyes stare into you, with a dare in them and you groan as you realize what he’s thinking. His clothes start coming off slowly.“I don’t think you got that scream right. I’m not God. My name is Doctor. Now, you’ve got a chance to fix that, ready for round two?”Oh my God yes.Have some porn, from my queue to yours~ -- source link

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