Burning, part 1
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scripsiTitle: Burning, part 1
Fandom: Doctor Who
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Drama? It has some plot, so it’s more than a PWP anyway.
Word Count: 1769
Characters/Pairings: The Master(Ainley)/Sarah Jane Smith
Warnings: Sex. BDSM, but rather light- mostly power play. Consensual, but rather dysfunctional relationship, but then, can any relationship the Master has be anything else?
Summary: Sarah Jane finds life on Earth very boring after the Doctor. Then she meets a stranger who is anything but.
AN: Written just for fun, I started it to have something not so angsty to write on when I wrote Solace and For Now Left and Forlorn. As it often is when I write fic, this one has a soundtrack; Dave Gahan’s Deeper and Deeper. The lyrics are not work safe. I would probably not have written this if I hadn’t read LilacFree’s excellent Queen and Mistress, a Master/Peri-fic which balance consensual BDSM with a sense of real danger in a way I can’t even hope to manage. And I hope my fic doesn’t read as plagiarism even if it is certainly influenced.
The science convention Sarah Jane had been sent to follow had proved to be a total bore. She was sure that at least a few of the scientists were certifiable geniuses, but speakers they were not. Or they droned on about things that Sarah Jane knew were completely wrong, only she couldn’t say anything about it because she had learnt it from the Doctor. But she persisted because she would make good money out of it. She had placed herself at the back of the room, at the end of a row, hoping to keep herself a bit apart from the rest of the crowd. The first day she had several empty chairs beside her, but on day two a man came and sat beside her. He was a good-looking man with dark hair and a neat beard. He looked, sharp, Sarah Jane thought. A sharp dark suit, a sharp white smile and sharp blue eyes. Eventually she added a sharp wit as he sometimes leaned over to her to deliver something snarky about the various speakers in a sotto voce voice.
She met him again in the evening at the hotel bar. He politely asked her if he could buy her a drink and Sarah Jane accepted. He was funny after all and rather charming and it was boring to nurse a drink all alone. So he made her laugh with a rather cruel dissection of the other customer’s of the bar and managed to buy her more drinks than she usually had.
“Are you trying to get me drunk?”
His smile glinted. “Do I really need to if I want to get you into bed?”
He wasn’t her type at all, but on the other hand, just about every man she met nowadays wasn’t her type. And then and there Sarah Jane decided that she didn’t care about that. It might be a good thing that he looked like a complete opposite to the Doctor. She suddenly felt that going to bed with someone who was not the Doctor, was just what she needed. And he wasn’t boring in the least. Since she came home she had been out with very few men and they had all bored her to tears.
“No, you don’t,” she said and put down her glass. “Let’s go. My room.”
To her satisfaction she could see a brief surprise in his eyes even if he smoothed it over quickly. He kissed her in the lift, leaving her breathless and again at her door. Demanding, but not hurried kisses that made Sarah Jane’s knees feel rather weak. However, when she reached inside her bag for her key, he stopped her hand.
“Just one thing before you invite me in to your room. If you do, then I will be the one in command. You have no say in what I do or tell you to do.” He smiled and she suddenly though he looked like a hungry wolf. “I can promise you that you will like it.”
Sarah Jane frowned. “I don’t much care for power games.”
“But I do. I’m giving you a fair warning and you are free to say no. In that case I will bid you good night and leave.”
She hesitated. Her body was telling her in no uncertain terms of what it wanted her to do, but she could also feel a small thrill, a shiver down her spine she had long ago learned to connect with approaching danger. She didn’t even know his name, she realised, for some reason she hadn’t asked and he hadn’t volunteered and wasn’t that very strange? Her mouth opened to say no, but she was disturbed by a sound. When she looked up, the elderly gentleman who had the room next to hers was standing there, glaring at them both in deep disapproval. Her company gave him another of his feral smiles and bent down to kiss Sarah Jane behind the ear, nuzzling her skin in a way that weakened her knees even further. She couldn’t help to giggle at the outrage radiating from the old man as he entered his room and slammed the door shut. And the moment of doubt had passed and Sarah Jane pushed the feeling of not quite right away. After all, they were at a hotel full of people and someone, evidently, knew who she had taken to her room.
Inside he let go of her and leaned against the door, arms crossed.
“Undress,” he commanded.
Sarah Jane bristled a little; she disliked being ordered around, but his eyes smiled at her, daring her to object and she decided to continue to play along his game. She wasn’t ashamed over her body, so she turned to face him fully and undressed slowly, but without any pretense of coyness. When she was finished she looked him straight into the eye with some defiance.
“Well? Do I satisfy?”
He laughed, a short bark of a laugh and she had once again a feeling she had done something unexpected. He took her in his arms and kissed her again.
“You are beautiful,” he told her. His hands caressed her, down her neck and back and then up, cupping her breasts and then brushing over her nipples and Sarah Jane felt as if she was on fire. “Very beautiful. And now you undress me.”
Sarah Jane fumbled with the buttons in his jacket and then, to try to regain her composure she focused on the clothes instead of what his hands were doing. They were a pure tactile pleasure to handle, the smooth, almost silky softness of the wool in his jacket, the real silk in the tie and the wholly different smoothness of the cotton of his shirt. Expensive fabrics, not anything she had ever come close to afford to wear, but she could tell the quality was good nevertheless.
Once his upper body was bare she stopped. He was nice to look at, very nice indeed with a lean muscularity that made the fire inside her flare up again. She reached out to touch him, but he swatted her hands away.
“Not yet. Kneel for me first, you haven’t finished.”
Sarah Jane obeyed. It ought to feel silly or awkward, but somehow it didn’t. Perhaps because she could sense that he was completely serious. She removed his shoes and socks, but then she hesitated and looked up at him.
“Go on,” he told her and she unzipped his trousers. He made a sound of impatience and his hand suddenly locked inside her hair, dragging her up a bit as he freed his hard cock. When she gasped in surprise, he invaded her mouth, thrusting harshly. Sarah Jane had not expected this and somewhat alarmed she struggled a little. It might have evolved into panic, but then he released her hair, only holding his hand around the back of her head. She regained her composure and found a rhythm, but before long he pulled her up into his arms again.
“Very good, my dear.”
He steered her to the bed and made her lay down on her back. He spread her legs and after he had removed his trousers he kneeled down between them. Once again his hands moved over her body, caressing her and then he kissed her throat and breasts. His sharp teeth grazed her nipples, almost hurting her and Sarah Jane arched her back for more, but he moved further down, kissing her belly and then she could feel his tongue between her legs. Sarah Jane moaned, she was already more aroused than she had ever been and it didn’t take her long to reach her climax, muffling a scream into the pillow.
While she was still in the throes of her orgasm he flipped her over, and made her stand on her hands and knees before he entered her, his hands gripping her hips so hard she was sure they would leave bruises. Sarah Jane had lovers before, of course, but none like this. He was far rougher than she was sure she even liked, except that it made her feel like she was ablaze with desire. She reached back a hand and touched herself and came once more before he did.
He let go of her and she sank down on the bed and curled up on her side, panting hard. He lay down behind her, placing a hand, heavy and possessive on her hip. It felt too cool against her over-heated skin and as Sarah Jane regained control over her breathing, she also found that she didn’t quite liked how it felt. And she still didn’t know his name, and now when the fire was dwindling into a glowing ember, that made her feel uncomfortable. She sat up but before she could rise from the bed his hand closed on her arm like a vice.
“Where are you going?”
No, she really didn’t like this, Sarah Jane felt. “I just need to go to the bathroom.”
He released her. “Very well. Don’t be long.”
“Actually,” Sarah Jane paused at the open door to the bathroom. “I think it would be best if you left now. Don’t wait for me to come out again.”
She stepped inside quickly and locked the door before he could answer. Inside she washed and wrapped herself into a large bath towel all the while she listened for sounds from the other room. It was completely silent, and Sarah Jane frowned. What if he didn’t leave? Well, the bathroom was warm, and she had spent nights in more uncomfortable places. If he decided to wait her out, she would stay in the bathroom. The cleaning lady would show up the next day and it would be safe to leave. Perhaps she was over-reacting, but there had been something that had disturbed her from the start and now that nagged at her, making her unwilling to be confronted with the man in her room again.
She jumped when the door handle rattled. “Come out, Sarah Jane.”
His voice carried through the wood of the door despite not being raised and it made her shiver, somehow his words sounded like a threat.
“No, I think I want to take a bath and I’m really very tired. It was very nice, but please, leave my room now.”
There was a brief pause before he spoke again. His voice was still soft and low, but they made Sarah Jane jerk away from the door as if it had burned her.
“Let me in, little human. I am not done with you yet.”
Fandom: Doctor Who
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Drama? It has some plot, so it’s more than a PWP anyway.
Word Count: 1769
Characters/Pairings: The Master(Ainley)/Sarah Jane Smith
Warnings: Sex. BDSM, but rather light- mostly power play. Consensual, but rather dysfunctional relationship, but then, can any relationship the Master has be anything else?
Summary: Sarah Jane finds life on Earth very boring after the Doctor. Then she meets a stranger who is anything but.
AN: Written just for fun, I started it to have something not so angsty to write on when I wrote Solace and For Now Left and Forlorn. As it often is when I write fic, this one has a soundtrack; Dave Gahan’s Deeper and Deeper. The lyrics are not work safe. I would probably not have written this if I hadn’t read LilacFree’s excellent Queen and Mistress, a Master/Peri-fic which balance consensual BDSM with a sense of real danger in a way I can’t even hope to manage. And I hope my fic doesn’t read as plagiarism even if it is certainly influenced.
The science convention Sarah Jane had been sent to follow had proved to be a total bore. She was sure that at least a few of the scientists were certifiable geniuses, but speakers they were not. Or they droned on about things that Sarah Jane knew were completely wrong, only she couldn’t say anything about it because she had learnt it from the Doctor. But she persisted because she would make good money out of it. She had placed herself at the back of the room, at the end of a row, hoping to keep herself a bit apart from the rest of the crowd. The first day she had several empty chairs beside her, but on day two a man came and sat beside her. He was a good-looking man with dark hair and a neat beard. He looked, sharp, Sarah Jane thought. A sharp dark suit, a sharp white smile and sharp blue eyes. Eventually she added a sharp wit as he sometimes leaned over to her to deliver something snarky about the various speakers in a sotto voce voice.
She met him again in the evening at the hotel bar. He politely asked her if he could buy her a drink and Sarah Jane accepted. He was funny after all and rather charming and it was boring to nurse a drink all alone. So he made her laugh with a rather cruel dissection of the other customer’s of the bar and managed to buy her more drinks than she usually had.
“Are you trying to get me drunk?”
His smile glinted. “Do I really need to if I want to get you into bed?”
He wasn’t her type at all, but on the other hand, just about every man she met nowadays wasn’t her type. And then and there Sarah Jane decided that she didn’t care about that. It might be a good thing that he looked like a complete opposite to the Doctor. She suddenly felt that going to bed with someone who was not the Doctor, was just what she needed. And he wasn’t boring in the least. Since she came home she had been out with very few men and they had all bored her to tears.
“No, you don’t,” she said and put down her glass. “Let’s go. My room.”
To her satisfaction she could see a brief surprise in his eyes even if he smoothed it over quickly. He kissed her in the lift, leaving her breathless and again at her door. Demanding, but not hurried kisses that made Sarah Jane’s knees feel rather weak. However, when she reached inside her bag for her key, he stopped her hand.
“Just one thing before you invite me in to your room. If you do, then I will be the one in command. You have no say in what I do or tell you to do.” He smiled and she suddenly though he looked like a hungry wolf. “I can promise you that you will like it.”
Sarah Jane frowned. “I don’t much care for power games.”
“But I do. I’m giving you a fair warning and you are free to say no. In that case I will bid you good night and leave.”
She hesitated. Her body was telling her in no uncertain terms of what it wanted her to do, but she could also feel a small thrill, a shiver down her spine she had long ago learned to connect with approaching danger. She didn’t even know his name, she realised, for some reason she hadn’t asked and he hadn’t volunteered and wasn’t that very strange? Her mouth opened to say no, but she was disturbed by a sound. When she looked up, the elderly gentleman who had the room next to hers was standing there, glaring at them both in deep disapproval. Her company gave him another of his feral smiles and bent down to kiss Sarah Jane behind the ear, nuzzling her skin in a way that weakened her knees even further. She couldn’t help to giggle at the outrage radiating from the old man as he entered his room and slammed the door shut. And the moment of doubt had passed and Sarah Jane pushed the feeling of not quite right away. After all, they were at a hotel full of people and someone, evidently, knew who she had taken to her room.
Inside he let go of her and leaned against the door, arms crossed.
“Undress,” he commanded.
Sarah Jane bristled a little; she disliked being ordered around, but his eyes smiled at her, daring her to object and she decided to continue to play along his game. She wasn’t ashamed over her body, so she turned to face him fully and undressed slowly, but without any pretense of coyness. When she was finished she looked him straight into the eye with some defiance.
“Well? Do I satisfy?”
He laughed, a short bark of a laugh and she had once again a feeling she had done something unexpected. He took her in his arms and kissed her again.
“You are beautiful,” he told her. His hands caressed her, down her neck and back and then up, cupping her breasts and then brushing over her nipples and Sarah Jane felt as if she was on fire. “Very beautiful. And now you undress me.”
Sarah Jane fumbled with the buttons in his jacket and then, to try to regain her composure she focused on the clothes instead of what his hands were doing. They were a pure tactile pleasure to handle, the smooth, almost silky softness of the wool in his jacket, the real silk in the tie and the wholly different smoothness of the cotton of his shirt. Expensive fabrics, not anything she had ever come close to afford to wear, but she could tell the quality was good nevertheless.
Once his upper body was bare she stopped. He was nice to look at, very nice indeed with a lean muscularity that made the fire inside her flare up again. She reached out to touch him, but he swatted her hands away.
“Not yet. Kneel for me first, you haven’t finished.”
Sarah Jane obeyed. It ought to feel silly or awkward, but somehow it didn’t. Perhaps because she could sense that he was completely serious. She removed his shoes and socks, but then she hesitated and looked up at him.
“Go on,” he told her and she unzipped his trousers. He made a sound of impatience and his hand suddenly locked inside her hair, dragging her up a bit as he freed his hard cock. When she gasped in surprise, he invaded her mouth, thrusting harshly. Sarah Jane had not expected this and somewhat alarmed she struggled a little. It might have evolved into panic, but then he released her hair, only holding his hand around the back of her head. She regained her composure and found a rhythm, but before long he pulled her up into his arms again.
“Very good, my dear.”
He steered her to the bed and made her lay down on her back. He spread her legs and after he had removed his trousers he kneeled down between them. Once again his hands moved over her body, caressing her and then he kissed her throat and breasts. His sharp teeth grazed her nipples, almost hurting her and Sarah Jane arched her back for more, but he moved further down, kissing her belly and then she could feel his tongue between her legs. Sarah Jane moaned, she was already more aroused than she had ever been and it didn’t take her long to reach her climax, muffling a scream into the pillow.
While she was still in the throes of her orgasm he flipped her over, and made her stand on her hands and knees before he entered her, his hands gripping her hips so hard she was sure they would leave bruises. Sarah Jane had lovers before, of course, but none like this. He was far rougher than she was sure she even liked, except that it made her feel like she was ablaze with desire. She reached back a hand and touched herself and came once more before he did.
He let go of her and she sank down on the bed and curled up on her side, panting hard. He lay down behind her, placing a hand, heavy and possessive on her hip. It felt too cool against her over-heated skin and as Sarah Jane regained control over her breathing, she also found that she didn’t quite liked how it felt. And she still didn’t know his name, and now when the fire was dwindling into a glowing ember, that made her feel uncomfortable. She sat up but before she could rise from the bed his hand closed on her arm like a vice.
“Where are you going?”
No, she really didn’t like this, Sarah Jane felt. “I just need to go to the bathroom.”
He released her. “Very well. Don’t be long.”
“Actually,” Sarah Jane paused at the open door to the bathroom. “I think it would be best if you left now. Don’t wait for me to come out again.”
She stepped inside quickly and locked the door before he could answer. Inside she washed and wrapped herself into a large bath towel all the while she listened for sounds from the other room. It was completely silent, and Sarah Jane frowned. What if he didn’t leave? Well, the bathroom was warm, and she had spent nights in more uncomfortable places. If he decided to wait her out, she would stay in the bathroom. The cleaning lady would show up the next day and it would be safe to leave. Perhaps she was over-reacting, but there had been something that had disturbed her from the start and now that nagged at her, making her unwilling to be confronted with the man in her room again.
She jumped when the door handle rattled. “Come out, Sarah Jane.”
His voice carried through the wood of the door despite not being raised and it made her shiver, somehow his words sounded like a threat.
“No, I think I want to take a bath and I’m really very tired. It was very nice, but please, leave my room now.”
There was a brief pause before he spoke again. His voice was still soft and low, but they made Sarah Jane jerk away from the door as if it had burned her.
“Let me in, little human. I am not done with you yet.”
