You're What?: Chapter Thirty-Eight

[amberfocus]

                        
A/N:  Please, please, please to do not read this chapter at work, at school, where your children may stumble on it or around anyone else you don't want to be caught reading explicit smut in front of.  I'm serious.  This chapter is very graphic.  Don't do it.  Just take my word for it and wait if you have to.  Still going to read it anyway?  Okay, don't say you weren't warned.  Hot, dominant Nine, this way.

                                                       Chapter Thirty-eight: Thoroughly Shagged

When they were sure that the bees were no longer a threat the Doctor and Rose raced hand in hand back to the TARDIS, the bucket of honey in his free hand. Rose made it through the door first and broke away from him heading towards the jump seat and plopping down on it to catch her breath. She watched him with hungry eyes as he quickly set the controls for their next destination and then turned his heavy gaze on her from the opposite side of the console.

“Can I ask you something, Doctor?” she wanted to know.

“Anything,” he told her.

“You sure?” she asked.

“You’ll be in my mind soon enough. I don’t want to have any secrets from you anymore, Rose,” he said openly. She looked down at the grating and kicked one of her legs back and forth nervously. “What?” he asked when she didn’t say anything.

“It’s about sex. You and me and sex,” she finally muttered.

“What about it? I’m not hurting you, am I? Hurting your belly?”

“What? No. That’s not it. I just…I wanted to know why…why you don’t…?” She huffed, blowing her fringe up out of her face.

“Rose, what?” he asked with gentle concern.

She got to her feet and finally glanced briefly up at him. “Ever since you found out I was pregnant, well, I mean after we got back together and started making love again, you’ve been…different. In bed.”

He looked slightly wounded. “Different bad?” he asked.” She dropped her gaze back to her feet.

“No,” she said. “Not bad, just different. And I’m not complaining. It’s just… You’re so…gentle. All the time. You treat me like I’m glass and it’s not like you’re going to hurt the baby. You’ve told me how well protected he is in here.” She stroked her stomach softly. “Lately, if I want it harder or faster I pretty much have to demand it. Don’t get me wrong, I like tender and sweet and gentle most of the time, but sometimes I like…well, I like it when you’re aggressive and take full control. You haven’t done that in a long time and I miss it. I want you to…to…do that…with me. Tonight.” She raised her eyes again and met his gaze. He gave her a long look. She swallowed hard.

“You want me to be dominant with you?” he asked directly. “Like the games we used to play?”

“Um…yeah,” she managed to say before backing towards the doorway to the corridor.

“You’re sure?”

“Oh, yes,” she said.

“All right,” he agreed. “But you’ll tell me if I bite too hard?”

“You never bite too hard,” she said.

“Rose.” There was a warning tone in his voice.

She nodded solemnly. Then she smiled at him and gave him a saucy wink and quite deliberately stuck her tongue between her teeth and grinned at him. He picked up the bucket of honey and then focused squarely on her. His eyes darkened and he let a low growl emerge from his throat. Rose squealed and took off running down the corridor.

It didn’t take long at all for him to catch her up. Rose may not have been waddling yet, but she wasn’t as fast as she’d been before getting pregnant and he’d always been faster than her. It was also entirely possible she wasn’t really trying to get away at all. He caught her around the waist with one arm, dropped the pail of honey to the floor and swept her hair to one side with the other. Rose struggled playfully against him, shoving her bum back into his groin to tease him. He pushed her shirt out of his way and his mouth found the tender spot where neck met shoulder and he bit down.

Rose gasped and stilled immediately in his grasp as he pushed her forward and into the wall. The first bite always shocked her, but he was always careful, never drew blood. It did however send adrenaline coursing through her system as if she were a cornered animal. It had been a long time since he’d been this aggressive with her and she was reveling in it. She was so glad she’d said something because she had missed this particular aspect of their sex play rather fiercely. As his teeth sank down deeper into her shoulder she realized that he had, too, as his penis became rock hard behind her. “Mine,” he growled when his teeth released her.

Her nipples and her womb twinged at his possessive utterance and her knickers grew damp. She heard his sharp intake of breath when he caught her scent as her arousal became obvious and he pulled her away from the wall. She shuddered as his hands ripped open the front of her shirt and pulled it from her body, exposing her breasts as her back met his chest. His hands grabbed hold of her breasts and he roughly squeezed and kneaded the soft flesh through the fabric of her bra. His fingers teased her nipples playfully before one hand made its way lower.

“Mine,” he repeated trapping her more firmly between himself and the wall. “Say it.”

“Doctor,” she groaned helplessly as he inserted his hand into the front of her Capri pants and over her knickers. His fingers slid along the silky wisp of damp fabric and settled over her aching sex.

“Say it,” he repeated.

“Yours!” she cried out as he circled her clit through the little scrap of nothing still separating them.

“I can feel your heat radiating off you,” he said in a low voice in her ear. “I can smell how badly you want sex. How ready you are for me to take you hard and fast. You’re quivering for it. You want it. You need it desperately.” His voice was pure sex as he spoke to her.

“I want you,” she whispered back. “I always want you.”

He rubbed teasingly at her clit again and then abruptly removed his hand and stepped away from her and bent to retrieve the pail. She had to steady herself against the wall as his body moved away to keep from stumbling. “Bedroom,” he ordered. “Now.”

Rose hurried down the corridor, both of them losing clothing along the way. By the time they arrived at their bedroom she was naked. She dared a look back at him and her breath caught. The sight of him naked and erect sent a wave of intense desire coursing through her body. He was so gorgeous. And hers. Completely hers. He let her ogle him for a little bit before returning to the game.

“On the bed,” he told her. She scrambled onto it, laying down on her back.

“No,” he told her. “Face down.” She shivered but happily obeyed him and flipped her body over, tensing slightly as she waited for him to make his next move. He crawled on top of her, his knees making a place for himself between her thighs, but he made no move to enter her. Instead he pressed his chest down against her back without resting his full weight on her, just enough to feel as though he might. She loved when he did this, this covering of her body with his, as if he were marking his territory.

She felt his breath on her ear as he growled again before he sucked it into his mouth. He moved from the lobe to the shell and back again before trailing to the nape of her neck. His teeth scraped against the prominent vertebrae there and slowly he moved backwards working tongue and teeth along her spinal column, his chest hair tickling her skin as he moved slowly downward. She made little mewling sounds of pleasure, her body rising up in search of his lips when he pulled away.

“No,” he said and pushed her back down with gentle pressure from one large hand. “Stay still.” She made a little whine of frustration but when he bit into the fleshy part of her hip she lay back down without further protest. His teeth sank in hard and then he retreated, his tongue coming out to bathe his teeth marks in a gentle succession of strokes.

He sat up and moved away from her. She gave out a tiny grumble of discontent but didn’t move. A moment later she felt something warm pouring across the small of her back and squeaked. The rattle of the pail being set down informed her that he’d just poured honey on her.

His tongue got to work in earnest, lapping the golden nectar from the concave cavity at the base of her spine. Ripples of desire shot to her groin and she groaned. As she thrashed about under his ministrations his hands came up and held her firmly in place until he’d licked her clean. His hands trailed over her bum, stroking lightly over the firm buttocks and then onto her back to her shoulders and down again.

He returned to his position over her, his chest holding her firmly against the bed and his hands sliding the length of her arms to grasp her wrists. He held her immobile for a long minute as he rubbed his body into hers. Finally he released her and moved away from her. She nearly sobbed at the loss of him. She heard him rummaging in the bathroom and then his footsteps approaching the bed again.

“Over,” he said and quickly she turned over. He was holding some towels in his hands. “Spread your legs for me, Rose,” he told her and she instantly complied, her heart beating rapidly. He stared at her sex, his eyes dark, his nostrils flaring, his mouth only half closed. Very slowly he licked his lips. Without conscious thought she imitated him.

“Trust me?” he asked.

“Always,” she replied.

“Open yourself to me,” he told her, a predatory tone creeping into his voice. Rose blushed furiously, but her fingers reached down and spread her folds apart. He made her stay like that, simply exposed to his view for two long minutes, until she was aching to have him drive into her fast and furiously, foreplay be damned. “You are beautiful,” he told her finally. “Your body was made for sex. Made to fit around mine, so perfect, so wet and tight and hot. And mine. Always mine.”

He settled onto the bed on his knees and said, “Let go and lift your hips.” She did and he placed two towels beneath her and then pressed down on her pelvis until her bum met the mattress again. He breathed in. “Your scent drives me wild,” he said. “It makes me want to take you whenever I smell it. No matter where we are, I just want to bend you over the nearest convenient object, expose your body and drive into you.”

She whimpered. “Would you like that, Rose? We could do that. Sometime in the middle of some town square, I could bend you over a bench and lift your skirt. I could slowly drag your knickers down your arse and part your folds. I could push myself inside you and shag the hell out of you while everyone around us watched and the whole city discovered what we’ve always known. You’re mine.”

She moaned, his words alone putting her on the edge. She wished he would just touch her. He leaned closer, above but just out of range of her folds, his breath puffing over her and stirring the soft curls and making her pelvis buck. He laughed. “Do you like that, Rose?”

“You are an evil man,” she muttered and he gave her a manic grin.

“You, Rose Tyler, love it.  Don't you?”  His voice was so dark.

“Yes.”

“Touch yourself. And keep your eyes on mine.” Her finger drifted onto her clit and she began to tease herself with tight little circles. His eyes switched between holding hers and watching her pleasure herself.

Finally he placed his hand over hers and stilled her movements then pulled his hand away again. She cried out in frustration. She’d been quite close. “Now, again, let me see inside you.” She spread her labia apart again and he lifted the pail and poured the rest of the honey onto her body until it coated her from the top of her soft, damp curls, to where her bum met the towels on the bed.

“Lick off your hands.”

“Doctor,” she began. She needed him now, didn’t know how much longer she could wait. “Want you.” His eyes went black. He picked up one hand and sucked a finger into his mouth slowly circling it with his tongue and sucking it free of honey. He pushed it back towards her own mouth then.

“Now. Lick. Off. Your. Hands,” he repeated sternly.

Anticipation melted through her stomach like warm butter as she did what he asked. When she was finished his fingers pushed her folds apart and his mouth settled firmly against her as his tongue began to lap at her entrance with feverish, tiny, cat-like strokes.

“Please,” she murmured. “Oh, please.” His tongue drove deeply into her, searching out her own sweetness. She bucked hard and he immediately pulled away from her, giving her an admonishing glance. “Please!”

His laughter rumbled low in his throat and then his lips settled on the inside of her thigh where it joined with her pelvis, licking up the honey that had settled there before sweeping lower, circling around her sex and up the other side. He sucked and nibbled his way towards her curls and then through them, cleaning all trace of the sticky substance from her body. She felt like liquid when he stopped and she still needed more.

Rose was shaking from his refusal to touch everywhere but where she wanted him. “Doctor, I can’t…please…need you. Need more.”

His face went solemn and then his mouth drove down hard, his arms wrapping around her thighs to hold them still. She felt his teeth seek out her clit and bite down as he suddenly pushed two fingers inside her and she screamed as the orgasm shot through her, her tight walls clamping down hard on the intruding digits. His teeth did not release her clit until she came down and went boneless on the bed.

When she had regained her composure he spread her labia apart to give himself full access and began to circle the base of her clit with his tongue. Every fifth or six circle he’d tickle across the tip of it and then back down again. His fingers slid slowly in and out of her wetness, almost embarrassingly covered in her slickness. She felt herself rising again when he removed his fingers and changed the rhythm of his tongue, taking long licks the length of her sex.

He settled over her entrance and wiggled his tongue up inside and began to hum, her own favorite form of torture when she was going down on him. His finger crept up to stroke feather soft against her tiny bundle of nerves, not enough to do any good, just enough to tease and torture. It felt like it went on for hours and given the Doctor’s stamina in bed it probably could have.

She felt a raging desire to take him into her mouth, but she knew that when the Doctor got like this, especially if she’d already given him head once that day, it was unlikely it would happen again. Yes, he was dominant over her, but it was all about her pleasure and not his. Oh, he took great pleasure in what they were doing but for him it was about driving her to the edge and keeping her there for as long as possible before allowing her to come. And her sucking on him did little to achieve this wicked goal.

Rose gasped as his mouth moved away again and he pushed three fingers inside her. “Oh,” she cried out. “Oh, Doctor.” Three fingers were almost always the signal that he was about to take her and today proved no different. He thrust in roughly a few times and then he was up and on her in one fluid movement, his steel shaft firmly in his hand.

He placed it against her opening and shoved in hard. Rose gasped and then lifted her legs up higher. He grabbed hold of them, pushing them open more fully and spreading her further apart so he could bury himself as deeply as possible. Rose tightened convulsively around him once and then raised her hips roughly upwards, slamming into his pelvis with her own. His thrusts drove into her again and again and she met each one with equal force until she was sure he’d never been this deeply inside her before in her life.

He growled at her as he leaned forward and wrapped his arms around her back, his hands gripping her shoulders from behind. She locked her legs up around his waist and he pistoned in and out of her even faster than before. His teeth settled on her neck and he bit down and Rose came violently around him. It was enough to trigger his own orgasm and his thrusts became wild and erratic as he spilled his seed into her body. It had been a fast, hard, dirty shag that left them both breathless with the sheer primal factor of the act.

He collapsed on top of her and she took the delicious weight of his whole body for a few short seconds before he rolled them over, his penis still delightfully encased within her. “I love you,” he told her softly when he got his breath back.

“I love you, too,” she replied still winded. She wasn’t the one with a respiratory bypass system after all.

“That wasn’t too hard, was it?” he asked quietly, soft concern in his voice.

“No,” she told him. “It was just hard enough.” She kissed the side of his face. He softened and came out of her and she rolled down and against his side. His hand caressed her belly lightly.

“No ill effects?”

“I think he slept through it,” she said dryly. “Or it rocked him to sleep.” They lay in bed stroking each other softly in contentment until the Doctor hardened again under Rose’s hand. And this time when they made love, it was slow and gentle and lingering. All in all, Rose thought, it was the perfect end to a less than perfect day. She drifted off to sleep feeling thoroughly shagged in every sense of the word.

Ch. 39:  http://amberfocus.livejournal.com/176876.html 

Comments

[honorh.livejournal.com]

Oh, I liked that. Is my apartment too warm today?

Absolutely delicious. Beat even the French toast I was eating while reading it. Dominant Nine? You can write him like that any old time. About the only kink of mine this didn't hit was a corset and thigh highs.

[amberfocus.livejournal.com]

See? *grins* Didn't steer you into total D/s at all. I think there is a huge difference when it's done one, out of love and desire to please their partner, and two as an exercise in self-control so she can lose herself totally in him. Glad you liked him. Let's see, there wasn't a corset, but I know in The Prettiest Rose on Prometheus there were stockings and garters and a scene where the stocking came off, and I'm not sure you had internet access then.