The Punishment Room
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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
14,501
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18
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Chapter Three
The Punishment Room
by rathergirl
FR18. Smut. PWP. Bondage. Spanking. Oral. M/M. Self.
Doctor/Rose/Jack
The characters depicted here are not mine.
I know you’re reading. I’d appreciate your thoughts, even if it’s anonymously, or through my email rathergirl (at) hotmail (dot) com. I am taking note of any requests laid at my feet. I’ll try and get most if not all of what people want in, but it’ll be sometime in the future.
Captain Jack Harkness’ appearance on the TARDIS had caused some upset to usual routines, and Rose had to wonder why, though it didn’t exactly worry her. The thought of conducting their regular sex life while there was someone else on board made her nervous – she didn’t like the feeling that someone else would be able to see that much of her. The vulnerability didn’t stem so much from a physical sense, in fact being naked at the same time as Captain Jack was quickly becoming an erotic fantasy, but from the fact that Rose knew most people would consider her particular tastes (and the Doctor’s!) immoral. Of course, Jack’s tastes seemed run to all sorts of things she hadn’t even considered.
She wondered how he felt about punishment, and what he’d think of her and the Doctor for indulging in it. Would he think less of them, would he tell them to enjoy themselves, or would he want to join in? She couldn’t help but shiver at that thought, and wondered what would happen with the three of them in the punishment room. Still Jack would need to do something completely bad to be punished like Rose did.
Something like flirting with Rose and getting Rose to flirt back at him, which always had a delicious taint of illicitness to it. She knew the Doctor hated her flirting with other men (even more so with other women, she’d discovered to her delight), and now she was doing so on a daily basis, right under his nose, on his TARDIS. But whatever restraints he’d put himself under had kept him from doing anything.
She wondered if she had to actually get Jack to touch her in order for him to react. Her arse or her breasts would probably do the trick, though perhaps she should seal the deal with a kiss…
And she had to stop there, she really had to stop right there, because she was becoming very turned on and the Doctor had a very sensitive nose, which would pick up on her arousal very quickly. It was hard though, trying not to picture the Doctor punishing Jack, or Jack watching her being punished by the Doctor. Unconsciously her body began to rock where she was sitting in the pilot’s chair, as the two men were working on some minor repairs, the seam of her jeans rubbed her in the right places, and she was so used to her Kegel exercises that she could just about work herself to climax by using them.
Wondering if she should excuse herself to have a shower or a bath – she was sure her vibrator was still around somewhere – Rose just about leapt out of her skin when the Doctor shouted at her.
“Rose!” She knew that voice. Oh! She knew that voice. That was the voice that promised she was in trouble. That voice said she’d done something wrong and was going to be punished for it. Quickly she suppressed a shiver of delight, because she knew it would only anger him, and she had a role to play. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed Jack had stopped what he was doing and was watching them with a little concern.
“Go to the room, and prepare yourself! By the time I get there, you are to be ready and in position.”
Quaking inside from desire, anticipation and nervousness, Rose did as she was told. Without looking at Jack or the Doctor, she headed into the depths of the TARDIS where she knew the Punishment Room was waiting for her.
In the room, she quickly stripped herself off, placed the clothes in the small basket and stood in the centre of the room waiting. She knew she had to be ready quickly, because he could arrive at anytime. Sometimes, he seemed to be there too quickly, and then she would be punished for not being ready. Other times he took a long time, but expected her to wait, and if she wasn’t where she was meant to be when he entered the room, then she was punished for it.
Today she was waiting by the time he got there, but not for more than a minute or so. Clearly he had other intentions for her today, other punishments; he was not testing her patience or her ability to follow orders with speed. And when he entered the room, she could easily see he had something completely different on his mind. Because hard on his heels was Jack Harkness.
Jack drew up short when he spotted the young woman standing completely naked, head bowed, in the centre of the room, and Rose heard his quick intake of breath.
The Doctor seemed to ignore this, though without being able to see more than the feet of the two men, Rose had no clear idea. Her lover strode into the room, while Jack hovered in the doorway.
“Rose,” said the Doctor, his tone low and angry. “Please tell Jack what this room is.”
“The Punishment Room.”
“And why do we have this room?”
“To punish me when I’m bad.”
“Very good. As this is Jack’s first time, he won’t be punished. He is going to watch your punishment, because he needs to understand what will happen if he is bad.
“Rules: you do exactly what you’re told. No questions. You keep silent. You don’t look at me. Now, get undressed and sit in the chair.” The last command was clearly directed at Jack, so Rose stayed where she was, listening to the sound of Jack stripping and wishing she could watch, but her fevered imagination was providing her with particularly tantalising images of Jack revealing his skin inch by inch. A fantasy the Doctor didn’t share, as she could hear him going through his box of toys.
She was aware of the air shifting as Jack sat in the chair and she heard the rattle of chains and chink of locks as the Doctor cuffed the ex-time agent to the seat. Hands, feet, and a collar around the neck. Rose knew from experience that once you were in the chair, other than your hands, you had very little in the way of movement, but not being able to move was one of her favourite ways to be at the Doctor’s mercy.
“Rose. Go to the bar. Bend over.” She walked to the bar which was on one side of the room, placed her hands on it, and waited. Cool cuffs were placed around her wrists and snapped into place. Rose didn’t make a sound, knowing this was all part of the ritual, and knowing what would come next, and how much she would enjoy it. Already, she could feel dampness pooling between her legs in response to the heat growing in her belly.
Without warning, something came down hard on her arse. The paddle, the one with the holes in it, she could tell by the whistle it made as forced it’s way through the air, and from the stinging bite on her bum as it made contact. The holes, she’d been informed were there to give the paddle less air resistance, meaning her could hit her harder with it. Usually, he just used one of his other paddles – he had quite a variety – but when she was very naughty…
“Slut!” he hissed as he brought the paddle down a second time, and she felt her back straighten slightly. The words and the sting sent tingles straight to her cunt. “You’ve been wanting Jack to touch you.” The paddle came down again, Rose fought the urge to moan in pain and pleasure – he’d hear her, and punish her more. “You want him to touch you in all the ways you shouldn’t.” And again. And again. Rose’s arse was hot and sore, but her pussy was so very wet. Each beat sent gorgeous waves of desire through her. “You’ve been wanting him to fuck you since he came on board.” Another three smacks. Rose was faintly impressed with Jack’s ability to keep quiet, but only faintly, as she was more impressed by her efforts. She wanted to demand the Doctor take her now, or let Jack take her, or something, whatever. She just wanted it to be now.
“Well, I’m going to let him.” Another whack and Rose wanted to cry out. It hurt, but felt so good. “He’s going to fuck you, right here in this room. In front of me.” And another one.
“Why is that Rose?”
“Because I’m a slut.”
Again, harder this time. Rose bit her lip. “Yes, you are. You are a dirty little slut. So Jack is going to fuck you, but you won’t come. Why?”
“Because I’m yours.”
This time the paddle hit her so hard that her whole body jerked, she tasted blood in her mouth, and there were tears in her eyes.
“That’s right, filthy whore that you are.”
The paddle kept coming and so did the words. She wasn’t required to say anymore, but he heaped acidic words on her head to go with the fire that was now burning her arse and the heat pouring through her. Tears rolled down her cheeks, her fists were clenched tight, and she wasn’t sure how she kept from making a noise, but she was silent. God, it was so good.
Finally only cool air caressed her arse and the Doctor stepped around her, snapping the cuffs undone and allowing her to stand straight, though keeping her eyes down, not looking at him. For several long moments, she felt him standing behind her, but not touching her. She wished he would hurry up.
Denim, wool and leather pushed themselves up against her frame, and cold hands rested on her hips. He nipped her shoulder and rubbed his crotch into her buttocks, allowing her to feel his hard-on.
“Go to Jack,” a harsh voice whispered in her ear, making her shiver. “Take his cock in your mouth, and blow his mind. I will stop you, because he’s going to be inside you when he comes, but you don’t come, not with him.”
She nodded.
“Good girl. Now go.”
Head bowed, she knelt at Jack’s feet. Once again she heard what could have been a sharp intake of breath, but he made no other sound. It had taken Rose a lot longer than this to be used to this kind of behaviour and not make any sound at all.
She raised her head a little and took in his cock. He was as big as the Doctor, or at least fairly comparable, and she had a brief flash of three bodies tangled together on a bed, her in the middle…but it was an ‘out of room’ thought so she banished it.
Lightly, she flicked Jack’s cock, and she heard a muffled groan. Ah, he’d been gagged, no wonder he’d been so quiet. The sound made her draw back and wait.
“No noise or she’ll stop.” The Doctor’s voice cut through the air somewhere above her. “Continue Rose.”
She was good at this. Handcuffs had been a big part of her and Mickey’s sex life, used on both of them, and Mickey had loved nothing more than being sucked off while he was tied to the headboard.
Rose licked Jack again, lightly, before taking a bigger swipe at him, caressing the throbbing erection with her tongue, sliding from one end to the other and back again. There were traces of liquid other than saliva and she licked them up, rolling it on her tongue – it’d been a while since she’d tasted human. She blew on his cock and he jumped, Rose smirked, she would have thought he was an old hand at this.
Then she took him in her mouth, as far as she could, and used her lips and tongue to work her way down his length, pulling off with a wet ‘pop’. Such a simple movement, but his hips jerked, so she gathered she was doing it right, quite a reaction from a man as experienced as Jack. She blew on him again, drying the last traces of moisture, before taking him in again and using the same technique. Two, three times.
“Stop.” The Doctor’s command held her still. “Enough. Fuck him now.” Obediently, she stood, straddled Jack’s lap and without preamble took him deep inside her. He filled her well, stretching her walls pleasurably; she could easy get used to having this man inside her.
The way his body was chained really did restrict movement, so she had to guide their bodies together, lifting her hips up and thrusting down, clenching her muscles at the same time. Rose had always been good at controlling her pelvic floor muscles and she exercised them regularly, giving her the ability to adjust both her own and her partner’s pleasure during sex. Jack’s expression said her appreciated it, and she had to smile.
She was so slick and wet that he moved easily within her, creating warm friction to go with her throbbing clit and still burning arse. Underneath her, she could feel him starting to tremble, and Rose marvelled at her ability to have two men so at her power.
She didn’t have long to contemplate it, however, as she needed all her concentration to keep from coming. The Doctor didn’t want her to come with Jack, because she didn’t belong to Jack, she belonged to the Doctor. Now, she suspected, so did Jack. He’d have to watch who he flirted with – the Doctor wouldn’t like any indiscriminate behaviour, though she suspected that Jack wouldn’t mind the resulting punishment. She hoped she was allowed to watch.
Rose pulled back, so she was almost completely off him, as tightly as she could, she retracted the muscles deep within her, and then pressed down on Jack as hard. That pressure was enough and he stiffened beneath her, his wet stickiness coating her insides.
For long moments, she had to hold herself still as her muscles involuntarily clenched around his pulsating cock. Her breath caught in her throat as she struggled against the rising tide of her orgasm. She wanted to come, oh god, did she want to come! But she couldn’t, and she teetered on the knife edge of pleasure, feeling the man inside her soften as his body relaxed.
“Rose,” Jack mumbled, through his gag. “God, Rose…”
“Shhhh,” she said sharply, knowing Jack had no idea, but you didn’t talk in the punishment room, not unless the Doctor told you to.
“She’s right,” the Doctor said sharply. “You don’t talk in this room.” Jack’s head was jerked back by a hand in his hair, completely under the other man’s control.
“Rose. Get up, and clean him off you.”
Obediently, Rose stood, but instead of heading for the small bathroom, she deliberately stuck two fingers between her legs to where Jack’s seed mixed with her own juices, and she touched them. She licked the taste off her fingers, knowing the result, knowing that the Doctor’s limited patience was already wearing thin.
She hadn’t drawn another breath before she found herself bent over his arm, receiving a smacked bottom for her trouble. But that was acceptable; she’d know the result before she’d done it. What she wasn’t expecting was the hard bite on her shoulder, a bite that would remain for days. He was marking her for Jack’s benefit, telling the other man who she really belonged to.
Pushed so hard she stumbled, Rose was once again ordered into the bathroom. Taking the time to make she was properly clean, Rose looked at her naked form in the mirror. Curvy (too much so), short, blond, with good breasts, and bum that the Doctor seemed to like. She looked like an ordinary person and she wondered what other ordinary people would think if they knew what Rose got off on.
One last glance told her she was clean, and she opened the main door only to find that Jack had been released from the chair but was now at the bar, wrists chained, the Doctor buried hilt deep in his arse, thrusting hard and fast.
Two men fucking was something Rose hadn’t seen before and she was entranced. It was just so damn hot! Libido already at its height, Rose was beginning to wonder if she’d get a chance to come, and just how that would happen. Whatever it was, it’d be at the Doctor’s direction.
“Rose, look down!” the Time Lord barked, and guiltily Rose lowered her head. She wasn’t allowed to look, she was never allowed to look in the punishment room, and now she’d been caught staring. For the rest of the time she kept her head bowed, eyes on the floor, listen to the grunts and insults from the Doctor and the slide of flesh against flesh. Fantasies of what was happening and situations where she could watch freely kept her arousal high, but also her frustration. None of it was eased when she realised the sounds of sex had finished and the Doctor was standing in front of her, if anything, it made it worse. How was it possible for her to be the stimulated and not have come yet?
“Lie down and fuck yourself!” she was ordered.
She obeyed, stretching out of the cool, hard floor of the punishment room. Her eyes stared at the ceiling, concentrating on the spot where the chain hooked into it. Somewhere above her she could feel the Doctor standing and glaring down on her. She ignored him, knowing that he didn’t want acknowledgement.
Jack was still cuffed to the bar, but had his head turned and was looking at Rose, lying on the floor. She thought about telling the Doctor, but knew speech would just get her in trouble, and really, right now, all she wanted to do was come, whether at someone else’s hands, or her own.
Her cunt was wet again with her juices, though she’d been thorough in the bathroom earlier, and her clit sung when she slid a finger over it. She knew her whole body shook, at that first touch, and she could taste copper as she bit her lip too hard. Oh god, that felt good… So good, so fucking good. Rose increased the pressure, stroking the little nub of pleasure faster and faster as she neared completion. Usually she didn’t need this, and the Doctor didn’t like her doing it in any case, but she’d forgotten that she was actually good at this, that she’d given more than one friend tips.
Rose could feel her breath coming quicker, but knew not to let a sound escape her.
It washed over her suddenly, the waves of pleasure catching her off guard. Her back arched off the floor and her hand clenched at her thighs with bruising force, but she still didn’t make a sound. For long moments after she lay on the floor, slightly curled around herself, eyes closed, completely sated.
The door opened and closed.
“He’s gone,” Jack said.
Unfolding herself, Rose climbed shakily to her feet, and then released Jack from his bonds. The man straightened immediately, and rubbed at his wrists.
“You all right, sweetheart?” Jack asked.
She bit her lip and smiled, thinking back over the events of the afternoon. All right? She was fucking fabulous, and she shared the sentiment with Jack, who laughed a little shakily himself and agreed.
Attracted to the fine male form in front of her, Rose couldn’t help but touch Jack as they dressed. Caresses and kisses were exchanged between the two, laughter and friendship along with desire.
Rose’d found another reason to enjoy the punishment room.
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by rathergirl
FR18. Smut. PWP. Bondage. Spanking. Oral. M/M. Self.
Doctor/Rose/Jack
The characters depicted here are not mine.
I know you’re reading. I’d appreciate your thoughts, even if it’s anonymously, or through my email rathergirl (at) hotmail (dot) com. I am taking note of any requests laid at my feet. I’ll try and get most if not all of what people want in, but it’ll be sometime in the future.
Captain Jack Harkness’ appearance on the TARDIS had caused some upset to usual routines, and Rose had to wonder why, though it didn’t exactly worry her. The thought of conducting their regular sex life while there was someone else on board made her nervous – she didn’t like the feeling that someone else would be able to see that much of her. The vulnerability didn’t stem so much from a physical sense, in fact being naked at the same time as Captain Jack was quickly becoming an erotic fantasy, but from the fact that Rose knew most people would consider her particular tastes (and the Doctor’s!) immoral. Of course, Jack’s tastes seemed run to all sorts of things she hadn’t even considered.
She wondered how he felt about punishment, and what he’d think of her and the Doctor for indulging in it. Would he think less of them, would he tell them to enjoy themselves, or would he want to join in? She couldn’t help but shiver at that thought, and wondered what would happen with the three of them in the punishment room. Still Jack would need to do something completely bad to be punished like Rose did.
Something like flirting with Rose and getting Rose to flirt back at him, which always had a delicious taint of illicitness to it. She knew the Doctor hated her flirting with other men (even more so with other women, she’d discovered to her delight), and now she was doing so on a daily basis, right under his nose, on his TARDIS. But whatever restraints he’d put himself under had kept him from doing anything.
She wondered if she had to actually get Jack to touch her in order for him to react. Her arse or her breasts would probably do the trick, though perhaps she should seal the deal with a kiss…
And she had to stop there, she really had to stop right there, because she was becoming very turned on and the Doctor had a very sensitive nose, which would pick up on her arousal very quickly. It was hard though, trying not to picture the Doctor punishing Jack, or Jack watching her being punished by the Doctor. Unconsciously her body began to rock where she was sitting in the pilot’s chair, as the two men were working on some minor repairs, the seam of her jeans rubbed her in the right places, and she was so used to her Kegel exercises that she could just about work herself to climax by using them.
Wondering if she should excuse herself to have a shower or a bath – she was sure her vibrator was still around somewhere – Rose just about leapt out of her skin when the Doctor shouted at her.
“Rose!” She knew that voice. Oh! She knew that voice. That was the voice that promised she was in trouble. That voice said she’d done something wrong and was going to be punished for it. Quickly she suppressed a shiver of delight, because she knew it would only anger him, and she had a role to play. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed Jack had stopped what he was doing and was watching them with a little concern.
“Go to the room, and prepare yourself! By the time I get there, you are to be ready and in position.”
Quaking inside from desire, anticipation and nervousness, Rose did as she was told. Without looking at Jack or the Doctor, she headed into the depths of the TARDIS where she knew the Punishment Room was waiting for her.
In the room, she quickly stripped herself off, placed the clothes in the small basket and stood in the centre of the room waiting. She knew she had to be ready quickly, because he could arrive at anytime. Sometimes, he seemed to be there too quickly, and then she would be punished for not being ready. Other times he took a long time, but expected her to wait, and if she wasn’t where she was meant to be when he entered the room, then she was punished for it.
Today she was waiting by the time he got there, but not for more than a minute or so. Clearly he had other intentions for her today, other punishments; he was not testing her patience or her ability to follow orders with speed. And when he entered the room, she could easily see he had something completely different on his mind. Because hard on his heels was Jack Harkness.
Jack drew up short when he spotted the young woman standing completely naked, head bowed, in the centre of the room, and Rose heard his quick intake of breath.
The Doctor seemed to ignore this, though without being able to see more than the feet of the two men, Rose had no clear idea. Her lover strode into the room, while Jack hovered in the doorway.
“Rose,” said the Doctor, his tone low and angry. “Please tell Jack what this room is.”
“The Punishment Room.”
“And why do we have this room?”
“To punish me when I’m bad.”
“Very good. As this is Jack’s first time, he won’t be punished. He is going to watch your punishment, because he needs to understand what will happen if he is bad.
“Rules: you do exactly what you’re told. No questions. You keep silent. You don’t look at me. Now, get undressed and sit in the chair.” The last command was clearly directed at Jack, so Rose stayed where she was, listening to the sound of Jack stripping and wishing she could watch, but her fevered imagination was providing her with particularly tantalising images of Jack revealing his skin inch by inch. A fantasy the Doctor didn’t share, as she could hear him going through his box of toys.
She was aware of the air shifting as Jack sat in the chair and she heard the rattle of chains and chink of locks as the Doctor cuffed the ex-time agent to the seat. Hands, feet, and a collar around the neck. Rose knew from experience that once you were in the chair, other than your hands, you had very little in the way of movement, but not being able to move was one of her favourite ways to be at the Doctor’s mercy.
“Rose. Go to the bar. Bend over.” She walked to the bar which was on one side of the room, placed her hands on it, and waited. Cool cuffs were placed around her wrists and snapped into place. Rose didn’t make a sound, knowing this was all part of the ritual, and knowing what would come next, and how much she would enjoy it. Already, she could feel dampness pooling between her legs in response to the heat growing in her belly.
Without warning, something came down hard on her arse. The paddle, the one with the holes in it, she could tell by the whistle it made as forced it’s way through the air, and from the stinging bite on her bum as it made contact. The holes, she’d been informed were there to give the paddle less air resistance, meaning her could hit her harder with it. Usually, he just used one of his other paddles – he had quite a variety – but when she was very naughty…
“Slut!” he hissed as he brought the paddle down a second time, and she felt her back straighten slightly. The words and the sting sent tingles straight to her cunt. “You’ve been wanting Jack to touch you.” The paddle came down again, Rose fought the urge to moan in pain and pleasure – he’d hear her, and punish her more. “You want him to touch you in all the ways you shouldn’t.” And again. And again. Rose’s arse was hot and sore, but her pussy was so very wet. Each beat sent gorgeous waves of desire through her. “You’ve been wanting him to fuck you since he came on board.” Another three smacks. Rose was faintly impressed with Jack’s ability to keep quiet, but only faintly, as she was more impressed by her efforts. She wanted to demand the Doctor take her now, or let Jack take her, or something, whatever. She just wanted it to be now.
“Well, I’m going to let him.” Another whack and Rose wanted to cry out. It hurt, but felt so good. “He’s going to fuck you, right here in this room. In front of me.” And another one.
“Why is that Rose?”
“Because I’m a slut.”
Again, harder this time. Rose bit her lip. “Yes, you are. You are a dirty little slut. So Jack is going to fuck you, but you won’t come. Why?”
“Because I’m yours.”
This time the paddle hit her so hard that her whole body jerked, she tasted blood in her mouth, and there were tears in her eyes.
“That’s right, filthy whore that you are.”
The paddle kept coming and so did the words. She wasn’t required to say anymore, but he heaped acidic words on her head to go with the fire that was now burning her arse and the heat pouring through her. Tears rolled down her cheeks, her fists were clenched tight, and she wasn’t sure how she kept from making a noise, but she was silent. God, it was so good.
Finally only cool air caressed her arse and the Doctor stepped around her, snapping the cuffs undone and allowing her to stand straight, though keeping her eyes down, not looking at him. For several long moments, she felt him standing behind her, but not touching her. She wished he would hurry up.
Denim, wool and leather pushed themselves up against her frame, and cold hands rested on her hips. He nipped her shoulder and rubbed his crotch into her buttocks, allowing her to feel his hard-on.
“Go to Jack,” a harsh voice whispered in her ear, making her shiver. “Take his cock in your mouth, and blow his mind. I will stop you, because he’s going to be inside you when he comes, but you don’t come, not with him.”
She nodded.
“Good girl. Now go.”
Head bowed, she knelt at Jack’s feet. Once again she heard what could have been a sharp intake of breath, but he made no other sound. It had taken Rose a lot longer than this to be used to this kind of behaviour and not make any sound at all.
She raised her head a little and took in his cock. He was as big as the Doctor, or at least fairly comparable, and she had a brief flash of three bodies tangled together on a bed, her in the middle…but it was an ‘out of room’ thought so she banished it.
Lightly, she flicked Jack’s cock, and she heard a muffled groan. Ah, he’d been gagged, no wonder he’d been so quiet. The sound made her draw back and wait.
“No noise or she’ll stop.” The Doctor’s voice cut through the air somewhere above her. “Continue Rose.”
She was good at this. Handcuffs had been a big part of her and Mickey’s sex life, used on both of them, and Mickey had loved nothing more than being sucked off while he was tied to the headboard.
Rose licked Jack again, lightly, before taking a bigger swipe at him, caressing the throbbing erection with her tongue, sliding from one end to the other and back again. There were traces of liquid other than saliva and she licked them up, rolling it on her tongue – it’d been a while since she’d tasted human. She blew on his cock and he jumped, Rose smirked, she would have thought he was an old hand at this.
Then she took him in her mouth, as far as she could, and used her lips and tongue to work her way down his length, pulling off with a wet ‘pop’. Such a simple movement, but his hips jerked, so she gathered she was doing it right, quite a reaction from a man as experienced as Jack. She blew on him again, drying the last traces of moisture, before taking him in again and using the same technique. Two, three times.
“Stop.” The Doctor’s command held her still. “Enough. Fuck him now.” Obediently, she stood, straddled Jack’s lap and without preamble took him deep inside her. He filled her well, stretching her walls pleasurably; she could easy get used to having this man inside her.
The way his body was chained really did restrict movement, so she had to guide their bodies together, lifting her hips up and thrusting down, clenching her muscles at the same time. Rose had always been good at controlling her pelvic floor muscles and she exercised them regularly, giving her the ability to adjust both her own and her partner’s pleasure during sex. Jack’s expression said her appreciated it, and she had to smile.
She was so slick and wet that he moved easily within her, creating warm friction to go with her throbbing clit and still burning arse. Underneath her, she could feel him starting to tremble, and Rose marvelled at her ability to have two men so at her power.
She didn’t have long to contemplate it, however, as she needed all her concentration to keep from coming. The Doctor didn’t want her to come with Jack, because she didn’t belong to Jack, she belonged to the Doctor. Now, she suspected, so did Jack. He’d have to watch who he flirted with – the Doctor wouldn’t like any indiscriminate behaviour, though she suspected that Jack wouldn’t mind the resulting punishment. She hoped she was allowed to watch.
Rose pulled back, so she was almost completely off him, as tightly as she could, she retracted the muscles deep within her, and then pressed down on Jack as hard. That pressure was enough and he stiffened beneath her, his wet stickiness coating her insides.
For long moments, she had to hold herself still as her muscles involuntarily clenched around his pulsating cock. Her breath caught in her throat as she struggled against the rising tide of her orgasm. She wanted to come, oh god, did she want to come! But she couldn’t, and she teetered on the knife edge of pleasure, feeling the man inside her soften as his body relaxed.
“Rose,” Jack mumbled, through his gag. “God, Rose…”
“Shhhh,” she said sharply, knowing Jack had no idea, but you didn’t talk in the punishment room, not unless the Doctor told you to.
“She’s right,” the Doctor said sharply. “You don’t talk in this room.” Jack’s head was jerked back by a hand in his hair, completely under the other man’s control.
“Rose. Get up, and clean him off you.”
Obediently, Rose stood, but instead of heading for the small bathroom, she deliberately stuck two fingers between her legs to where Jack’s seed mixed with her own juices, and she touched them. She licked the taste off her fingers, knowing the result, knowing that the Doctor’s limited patience was already wearing thin.
She hadn’t drawn another breath before she found herself bent over his arm, receiving a smacked bottom for her trouble. But that was acceptable; she’d know the result before she’d done it. What she wasn’t expecting was the hard bite on her shoulder, a bite that would remain for days. He was marking her for Jack’s benefit, telling the other man who she really belonged to.
Pushed so hard she stumbled, Rose was once again ordered into the bathroom. Taking the time to make she was properly clean, Rose looked at her naked form in the mirror. Curvy (too much so), short, blond, with good breasts, and bum that the Doctor seemed to like. She looked like an ordinary person and she wondered what other ordinary people would think if they knew what Rose got off on.
One last glance told her she was clean, and she opened the main door only to find that Jack had been released from the chair but was now at the bar, wrists chained, the Doctor buried hilt deep in his arse, thrusting hard and fast.
Two men fucking was something Rose hadn’t seen before and she was entranced. It was just so damn hot! Libido already at its height, Rose was beginning to wonder if she’d get a chance to come, and just how that would happen. Whatever it was, it’d be at the Doctor’s direction.
“Rose, look down!” the Time Lord barked, and guiltily Rose lowered her head. She wasn’t allowed to look, she was never allowed to look in the punishment room, and now she’d been caught staring. For the rest of the time she kept her head bowed, eyes on the floor, listen to the grunts and insults from the Doctor and the slide of flesh against flesh. Fantasies of what was happening and situations where she could watch freely kept her arousal high, but also her frustration. None of it was eased when she realised the sounds of sex had finished and the Doctor was standing in front of her, if anything, it made it worse. How was it possible for her to be the stimulated and not have come yet?
“Lie down and fuck yourself!” she was ordered.
She obeyed, stretching out of the cool, hard floor of the punishment room. Her eyes stared at the ceiling, concentrating on the spot where the chain hooked into it. Somewhere above her she could feel the Doctor standing and glaring down on her. She ignored him, knowing that he didn’t want acknowledgement.
Jack was still cuffed to the bar, but had his head turned and was looking at Rose, lying on the floor. She thought about telling the Doctor, but knew speech would just get her in trouble, and really, right now, all she wanted to do was come, whether at someone else’s hands, or her own.
Her cunt was wet again with her juices, though she’d been thorough in the bathroom earlier, and her clit sung when she slid a finger over it. She knew her whole body shook, at that first touch, and she could taste copper as she bit her lip too hard. Oh god, that felt good… So good, so fucking good. Rose increased the pressure, stroking the little nub of pleasure faster and faster as she neared completion. Usually she didn’t need this, and the Doctor didn’t like her doing it in any case, but she’d forgotten that she was actually good at this, that she’d given more than one friend tips.
Rose could feel her breath coming quicker, but knew not to let a sound escape her.
It washed over her suddenly, the waves of pleasure catching her off guard. Her back arched off the floor and her hand clenched at her thighs with bruising force, but she still didn’t make a sound. For long moments after she lay on the floor, slightly curled around herself, eyes closed, completely sated.
The door opened and closed.
“He’s gone,” Jack said.
Unfolding herself, Rose climbed shakily to her feet, and then released Jack from his bonds. The man straightened immediately, and rubbed at his wrists.
“You all right, sweetheart?” Jack asked.
She bit her lip and smiled, thinking back over the events of the afternoon. All right? She was fucking fabulous, and she shared the sentiment with Jack, who laughed a little shakily himself and agreed.
Attracted to the fine male form in front of her, Rose couldn’t help but touch Jack as they dressed. Caresses and kisses were exchanged between the two, laughter and friendship along with desire.
Rose’d found another reason to enjoy the punishment room.
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