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She was in his arms the moment he opened the hotel room door. Hands going straight to his face and dragging him in for a deep, desperate kiss. Her nails scratched at the rough stubble on his cheeks, and the Doctor moaned softly as her tongue licked into the Master’s willing mouth. He tasted of red wine and rich fruits and he smelled like sandalwood and musk, and it was all she could focus on.
The Master accepted her eagerly into his arms, his lips brushing against hers as he smiled against her mouth and she melted against his body. His arms came up to encircle her, his teeth biting sharply at her lower lip as she dragged her mouth back from his for a gulp of air.
The Doctor gasped, her head tipping back as the Master’s mouth moved to her neck and one of his hands drifted around to cup her cunt over her trousers. His hand squeezed and his palm rubbed a firm circle against her covered clit, sending arousal and lust shooting straight to her loins, her hearts beating harder in her chest.
He started to strip her, quickly and methodically, dropping her shirts and bra to the floor without care as he backed her slowly towards the tall, grand four poster bed in the centre of the room.
The backs of the Doctor’s thighs hit the bottom edge of the bed and she dropped a short distance to sit down on its springy surface, her legs dangling off the edge.
She watched as the Master pulled her shoes off and moved in to unclip her braces, throwing them over his shoulder with a flick of his wrist. He quickly unbuttoned her trousers and pulled down her flies, his fingers dragging against her belly and catching on her underwear in his haste. Lifting her hips to help him, she shivered as he stripped both her trousers and knickers off in one go, finally leaving her completely naked on the satin sheets of his bed.
The Master himself was still clothed, wearing a silky purple dress shirt and smart black suit trousers, already tented at the crotch. He was barefoot, and his hair was sticking up unkempt like he had just rolled out of bed, even more so now since the Doctor’s furious kissing.
She watched his hands rise to his shirt collar and undo the top few buttons, but then he stopped and moved forward to capture her in a searing kiss, his mouth hungry and biting at her lips and tongue.
The Master kissed her for a few minutes, his hands drifting down to feel her smooth skin, soft palms cupping her pert breasts and squeezing just so as his tongue stroked against the roof of her mouth.
Moaning, eyes shut and wrapped up in the sensation, the Doctor did not notice one of his hands drawing back a little until a sharp sting spread across one of her breasts as he slapped her, pulling a squeak of surprise from her throat.
Her eyes found his face in shock as he moved back a little, a smirk on his kiss swollen lips, eyes dark with lust.
“What?” She gasped softly, hissing as he lightly pinched the nipple of the breast he had struck.
“Hush now,” the Master whispered in reply, lifting a hand to her mouth and stroking her bottom lip with two fingers.
Trembling a little, the Doctor’s mouth fell open automatically, accepting his questing digits as he slid them slowly into her mouth, pressing down against her tongue.
“Suck them,” the Master ordered firmly, his free hand playing with her other breast, cupping and squeezing it as he watched her with an intense gaze.
Instantly becoming extremely slick at his words, with a heady rush of arousal and lust rocketing straight to her cunt, the Doctor squirmed a little on the bed. She clenched her thighs tightly together, aware of her arousal trickling down in between her legs, likely wetting the bed sheet beneath. It would almost be embarrassing if she wasn’t currently so wrapped up in wanting him to fuck her.
Sucking hard at his fingers and swirling her tongue around and in between them, the Doctor maintained eye contact with the Master and was pleased to see his mouth dropping open with a moan of arousal as he stared down at her lips.
Pushing them in even deeper, almost choking her, the Master thrust his fingers in and out of her mouth for a little while. His free hand trailed down her chest and her tummy towards her navel, leaving goosebumps on her skin in its wake.
His fingertips tickled through the tight curls at the top of her pelvis and a single long digit drifted down lower, sliding between slick labia and searching out her hard little clit.
The Doctor gasped, legs tightening around his hand as he rubbed a tight circle into the hood of her clit, the sudden intense pleasure vibrating through her and making her groan around the fingers still in her mouth.
The Master dragged both hands away from her far too soon, and the Doctor watched with wide eyes as he licked his finger, visibly shining and wet with her arousal. He smirked at her, a dark glint in his eye, then unbuttoned the rest of his shirt and shrugged it off his shoulders; but before he could move to unbuckle his belt, the Doctor was already there.
Impatient, with trembling hands, the Doctor undid his belt and trouser buttons and tugged down his flies. His hands caught hers when she tried to shuck his trousers from his hips and dragged them back to his crotch.
“Take it out.” He purred in a deep voice, hands tightening for a moment on her wrists before letting her go.
The Doctor tugged the front of his trousers open and carefully palmed his erection, still hidden within his soft black boxer briefs.
The Master hissed, eyes shutting for a moment in pleasure as she fondled him, but his patience did not last.
“Come on, take it out. I want to feel your mouth around me.” He urged, hands gripping her wrists again in warning.
The Doctor shivered and obeyed him without question, peeling down the front of his boxers and pulling out his thick, hard cock. He was hot and heavy in her hand, and the head of his prick was velvety soft and wet at the tip.
Mouth watering a little, the Doctor encouraged him closer between her legs and moved her mouth down to meet him.
The Master’s fingers threaded into her hair and pulled tight as she took him into her mouth, swallowing him down so that he bumped the back of her throat.
“Yes!” The Doctor heard the Master hiss above her, his hands tugging her head into place as she tried to move back.
The Doctor held still, choking as he forced his cock even deeper into her throat, swallowing repeatedly around him, her eyes starting to water as she waited for him to release her.
After a moment or so, the Master’s hands relaxed and he dragged her head back, allowing her to suck in a lungful of oxygen before thrusting his cock back into her mouth.
He kept up the slow, almost suffocating pace for several minutes, his hands holding her hair too tightly for her to protest.
The Doctor lifted her hands to grip hold of his hips, needing something to brace against as he fucked her throat. She sucked at him, her tongue rubbing up rhythmically against a thick vein that ran along the bottom of his cock, hoping to speed up his orgasm as her jaw started to ache.
As if sensing what she was trying to do, the Master pulled her back roughly from his cock and slapped her lightly across the cheek.
“Now, now, none of that yet.” He warned, grinning at her with teeth as she looked up at him, a little bit of fear creeping into the corners of her arousal as she watched his eyes staring down at her hungrily, an almost manic edge to them now.
The Master surprised her by shoving her so hard that she fell down onto her back, bouncing a little on the bed. He shocked her further by dropping to his knees at the foot of the bed. Gripping hold of her waist, he dragged her backside to the edge of the bed and threw her legs over his shoulders as his head dove down towards her cunt.
His hot, eager mouth, soft and wet against her most private place had the Doctor squirming and moaning. He kissed and licked at the apex of her thigh, making her shiver all over, her stomach rolling in pleasure.
The Master bit into the delicate skin of her inner leg, sucking at her hard until she was sure he’d given her bruises. He continued his path down her thigh and bit hard into the thicker part of her leg, this time drawing a little blood as she cried out above him, legs trying to close against his head.
He held her legs open and moved across to her other thigh, biting her just as hard and growling in a deep rumble against her skin.
Squirming in his hold, unsure of what to make of the mixture of arousal and pain, the Doctor reached down to grab at his head but he lifted a hand to smack hers away.
“Don’t!” He warned, staring up at her from between her legs, his fingers digging into her thighs, until she relented and gripped hold of the bed sheets either side of her instead.
The Doctor hissed and moaned as his mouth returned to her skin, this time licking a wet line up her stinging leg to her cunt, his hot breath tickling against her pink, swollen lips, so close to where she needed him.
His wet tongue swiped across her labia and she shuddered as his mouth dipped to cover her cunt. Her body trembled as he stoked the flames of her arousal until it was burning her from the inside out, her lingering fear of him adding a sharper edge to her pleasure.
Her heels pressed into his back, toes curling up as his tongue lapped at her, tracing her labia and tickling against the hood of her clit. His arms still encircled her legs below her hips and held her open to him as they started to tense and shake.
The Master’s mouth latched on to her clit and she shrieked as he sucked at it hard, his teeth grazing the sensitive hood before his tongue swirled around it and flicked at it rapidly.
Orgasm rapidly building in the pit of her tummy with each wave of pleasure, the Doctor writhed on the bed. Her knuckles were white as she gripped the sheets, desperate to reach down and press his face closer to her, but she knew he would stop if she attempted that.
His tongue moved down to seek her entrance, dipping inside and lapping at the wetness dripping from her, sending sparks of pleasure tingling throughout her cunt.
Her hips started to thrust upwards against his face, as much as she could within his grip, desperate to grind against his rough stubble and feel his mouth everywhere on and inside of her.
“P-Please,” she begged, feeling as if she was on the edge of a mighty cliff, just teetering, ready to fall with the right touch from his mouth.
The Master shifted forward and pushed her legs back towards her chest, encouraging her to hold them there as he thrust his tongue inside of her so deeply the bridge of his nose rubbed up against her clit.
Her hands found his on the backs of her knees and she held onto him, her body shaking as her orgasm started to crest.
All it took was for him to scrape his teeth over the hood of her clit once more and she was gone, wailing as her orgasm crashed over her, straightening her legs and shuddering through her entire being.
She stretched and writhed on the bed as she rode out the waves of pleasure and then several intense aftershocks as the Master lapped at her cunt still, his hands holding tight to her hips, head still between her legs.
Her clit became so sensitive, his tongue was like sandpaper against her skin. Hands desperately grabbing at his hair, she tried to tug him away from her but he held tight, deliberately latching on to her with his mouth and suckling at her.
“S-stop! Please!” She begged brokenly, her body wracked with shudders as every movement of his mouth sent a sharp jolt through her nerves.
He toyed with her for a little longer before seemingly giving in and finally moving his head away, his mouth and chin visibly wet with her slick, his lips plump and red, his eyes as dark as a night sky.
The Doctor flopped down boneless and could not help but shut her eyes for a moment, still trembling hard, her arms and legs now rather numb.
She zoned out and did not pay too much attention to what was around her until she heard a loud click and realised her arms were now above her head and she could no longer move them freely.
Eyes opening wide with shock, she saw the Master sitting beside her, fiddling with a cuff attached to her right wrist. Whilst she had been out of it, he had moved her to the head of the bed, cuffing both wrists to the head board with straps and a length of chain. It was not the kind she would be able to free herself from without help and that sparked more intense fear to coil in her gut.
“What are you doing?” She asked tentatively, knowing she was currently at a disadvantage should the Master decide to try something.
“I thought we could play a little game, seeing as I am far from finished.” He smirked at her, gesturing to his still erect cock, jutting upwards proudly from between his legs.
The Doctor swallowed hard and watched as he moved over her, settling between her legs on his knees. His hands stroked down her thighs and he gave her an appreciative smile that did not quite meet his eyes.
“Don’t you look so pretty, tied up like this.” He praised, his hands sliding up to her hips, nails then dragging across her navel as he trailed his hands over to her belly button. His face lit up with delight as she flinched and shivered, goose bumps chasing the lines his fingers had left in her skin.
“Such lovely, pale skin. Just begging to be marked.” The Master smirked, watching her face for her reaction as he pinched at the top of her thigh, causing her skin to redden.
The Doctor whimpered a little, realising quickly that he was planning to push her to her limits. Something he had always done at least once in each of their forms. Nervous and still a little fearful of him, the Doctor wet her lips before replying.
“Do I get a safeword?”
She watched as the Master’s eyebrows rose and a genuine grin burst across his face. He leaned up and crawled over her so that his face was right by hers, his body hovering mere centimetres above her own as he braced himself over her.
His mouth dipped to her ear and he whispered softly in reply, “Gallifrey.”