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The four of them tumbled into the TARDIS, first Ryan, then Graham, and finally Yaz and the Doctor, with the Doctor’s hand still wrapped firmly around Yaz’s upper arm. Slamming the door shut behind them, the Time Lord leaned back against the wood to catch her breath. Yaz panted beside her, trying to slow down her pulse. She hadn’t exactly known stealing the key and activating the device would cause the tower to explode, but in her defense, it hadn’t not worked.
Finally able to mostly breathe again, Yaz started to pull away and head for the console, but the Doctor’s iron grip on her arm stopped her.
“Close one!” gasped Graham, wiping the sweat from his face.
At his words, the Doctor pushed off the door and stood, her eyes glittering and her jaw clenched. “Yes,” she said. “Very close.”
“Mighta pulled something in that last sprint,” said Ryan, wincing as he put weight on his leg.
“Doctor?” asked Yaz, confused by the look in the other woman’s eye, and the way her hand was still clamped around Yaz’s bicep.
The Doctor pulled Yaz to her, hard enough that she almost fell, close enough that the Doctor merely had to turn her head to murmur in her ear. “Listen to me, Yaz. When I let go of you, you’re going to go to my bedroom, strip naked, and kneel there for me. If you even think of touching yourself, I’ll know, and your punishment will be that much worse.”
Yaz abruptly lost her ability to breathe once more. Eyes wide, her glance flicked between the Doctor’s face and Graham and Ryan. They were probably too far away to hear, but was the Doctor really going to —
“Are you going to be a good girl this time and listen to me?” the Doctor breathed into her ear.
A shudder went through Yaz’s body, sending heat straight to her cunt.
“Answer me, Yasmin.”
“Yes,” whispered Yaz, her voice only barely audible.
“Good. Go.” The Doctor released her arm and immediately bounded past her to the console, twisting knobs and pushing buttons.
“We can just float about in the Vortex for a bit,” she told Ryan and Graham, who were watching the scene with identical confused and uncomfortable expressions. “Think we all need some time to recover from that one. Maybe look for the swimming pool, thought I saw it pop up somewhere…”
She gave Yaz a sharp look that made the younger woman stumble over her feet in a rush to leave the console room. As she walked through the TARDIS corridors, trying not to run, Yaz could feel the excitement and fear warring inside her. They’d only done this once before, mostly as an experiment, and Yaz hadn’t built up the courage yet to ask the Doctor if they could do it again. But then again, last time, it had all been a roleplay.
Reaching the Doctor’s bedroom, Yaz quickly shut the door and began to undress. The last thing she wanted was for the Doctor to come in and find her only half nude. Was she actually mad at her? Sure, Yaz had taken a risk and come close to being blown up, but no more than usual.
The door clicked open only a few minutes after Yaz had settled on her knees and clasped her hands behind her back. She could hear the Doctor’s footsteps behind her, circling, and she shivered, feeling the Doctor’s gaze. Abruptly, the worn boots stopped just in front of her, and cool fingertips slipped up Yaz’s chin, lifting her gaze. Yaz searched the other woman’s face, anxiety slinking into her stomach. Did she hate her? Was she going to yell at her? Break up with her? Could you even break up with someone you weren’t technically dating?
Hazel eyes softened slightly when they saw Yaz’s worry. “You obeyed instructions. Good girl.”
Yaz gasped, quivering in the Doctor’s hands with arousal and longing.
“C’mere.”
The Doctor gently pulled Yaz up and wrapped her arms around her, warm and steady. Yaz buried her face in the Doctor’s shoulder and clung to her. There was a desperation inside of her, clawing to get out, and she couldn’t tell if it was for the Doctor to fuck her senseless or hold her tightly and tell her that she was still treasured, still brilliant.
The Doctor pulled away just enough to look Yaz in the eye. “Y’scared me. Thought you were still in that tower.”
Yaz looked down, ashamed. “M’sorry.”
“No, Yaz, look at me.”
When Yaz was finally able to meet her gaze again, she bit her lip at the swirl of emotions she saw there. Anger, warmth, fear, lust, caring, determination…
“You never do anything like that again, understand?” said the Doctor sternly.
Yaz frowned. “But — ”
“Never.” The Doctor shook her head. “I’m a Time Lord; I can take risks others can’t. But you’re human — you’re so fragile. Only one life, only one body.” She shook Yaz gently. “You’re not gonna waste it, ya hear me?”
Yaz sighed and rested her forehead against the Doctor’s. “I hear ya.”
“Promise me.”
“Promise.”
“Good.”
The Doctor hugged Yaz again tightly, turning her head to plant soft kisses along her neck and jawline. Yaz sighed at the sensation, relaxing into it. Then Doctor’s lips brushed her ear.
“’Course, I’ll still have to punish you.”
Electricity raced through Yaz’s veins at the words and she barely held back a whine.
“Need to make sure you remember to obey me next time,” the Doctor continued. “You wanna be a good girl, don’t ya?”
“Yes,” gasped Yaz.
“Good girls follow instructions. So you’re gonna pay close attention to everything I tell you tonight, hmm?”
The Doctor’s voice was like honey, dripping into Yaz and heating her up one drop at a time.
“If you’re very good and do everything I say… I might let you come.”
Yaz moaned, words having left her completely.
“If you don’t… I’ll tie you to the bed and leave you there untouched.”
“No,” begged Yaz. “Please — ”
“Better be a good girl, then.” The Doctor delivered one last kiss to the corner of Yaz’s mouth before smacking her ass, hard. “On your knees on the bed.”
Yaz scrambled to obey. In her peripheral vision, she could see the Doctor pulling down her braces and stripping off her shirt. Yaz’s cunt throbbed in anticipation.
When a soft hand touched her back, Yaz twisted, looking over her shoulder to find the Doctor standing naked behind her. Her small pale breasts were level with Yaz’s eyes, and all she wanted was to take one stiff peak into her mouth and hear the Doctor sigh in pleasure.
But the Doctor hadn’t given her permission to touch yet, so Yaz kept her hands to herself, squeezing her thighs together to try and relieve some of the pressure.
“Very good,” said the Doctor softly, stroking up and down Yaz’s spine, sending tingles running through her. “You’re doing really well, Yasmin. Come sit.”
The Doctor settled down at the head of the bed, propping herself up with several pillows. She patted her thigh, inviting Yaz to take a seat.
Yaz shuffled over on her knees and swung a leg over the Doctor’s thigh, hesitating as she lowered herself down. She was painfully aware of how wet she was; she was going to make a mess on the Doctor’s thigh —
“I said sit, Yasmin.”
The stern tone cut through Yaz’s core, and she quickly dropped down, feeling the wetness spread and moaning a little as her clit made contact with the firm muscle.
“Here’s what you’re going to do,” said the Doctor, her voice still firm. “You’re gonna ride my thigh until you feel yourself getting close. Get as close as you possibly can, then ask my permission to come. If you come too soon, you know what happens.”
Yaz nodded, already rocking her hips a little, unable to stop herself. The Doctor smirked and guided her in for a kiss.
“Excited to come on my thigh, Yaz?” She jerked her leg up a bit, pulling a noise from Yaz.
“Yes, Doctor,” groaned Yaz. “Please, I wanna move so bad…”
“Good girl. Go ahead.”
The words had barely left the Doctor’s mouth before Yaz was grinding down properly on the Doctor’s tensed thigh. It felt so good to chase that pressure, her clit slipping back and forth over the Doctor’s skin, sending sparks of fire up her spine. The Doctor’s hands settled on her hips, helping her to move.
“Look at you, pretty girl. Riding my thigh so well, not the least bit ashamed… you need this, don’t you? You need to be put in your place and told what to do. Isn’t it so much easier, Yaz, when you just do as I say?”
Yaz whimpered, the Doctor’s soft words stoking the flames building in the pit of her stomach.
“If you’re very good, I’ll even let you eat me out later. How does that sound?”
Yaz nodded furiously, her eyes screwed shut, brow furrowed in concentration. She could feel the orgasm approaching — how was she already so close?
“Doctor, I — ”
“Get closer, Yasmin. C’mon, I know you can do it. Get as close as you can.”
“I need — ”
“Such a good girl, you are… doin’ so well.”
The friction against her clit was now perfect, each jolt delicious, her cunt pulsing with the need to be filled, to be fucked hard. She needed the Doctor inside of her —
“Oh fuck,” Yaz gasped. “Doctor, I’m close. I’m — god, I’m close, so close, please let me — ”
Strong hands on her hips pulled her up off the Doctor’s thigh, the beautiful pressure vanishing suddenly.
“No,” wailed Yaz. She tried to grind down again. “Please, Doctor — ”
“Do you want me to tie you up, Yasmin?”
“No,” said Yaz, almost frantic at the thought. “No, I’ll be good, I’m sorry, Doctor, I promise, I’ll obey — ”
“On your back, then.”
The Doctor dumped Yaz inelegantly on the bed, her burning cunt still swollen and dripping. It took all of her self-control not to just reach down and rub herself to a climax, consequences be damned.
The Doctor knelt between her legs. “Tell me when you’ve calmed down enough to go again.”
“Please,” begged Yaz. “Please, Doctor, I need to come, I need you — ”
“I said no. Are you gonna be a good girl for me or not?”
Yaz sobbed, her hands over her face before the Doctor tugged them away. “Yes. Yes, I’ll be good for you, Doctor.” She gulped. “I can — I can go again now.”
"You sure?"
"I — yes, I'm sure."
"Good girl," the Doctor praised. "Such a good girl… tell me when you're close again."
Yaz's head fell back onto the bed as two fingers penetrated her blistering heat. The Doctor knew exactly how to wind her up, immediately setting a harsh rhythm and curling her fingers in the way she knew would hit that one spot that made Yaz's legs shake over and over again. Yaz gripped the sheets, holding on for dear life as her cries got more and more intense.
"I — I'm close, Doctor — "
Once again, the sensations disappeared as the Doctor pulled out, leaving Yaz aching.
"So proud of you, Yaz," murmured the Doctor. "You're taking your punishment so well… you're going to listen to me from now on, aren't you? Or we'll just have to do this again."
"I'll listen," said Yaz feverishly. "I promise. I won't be reckless or disobey you or — or anything."
"Good girl," said the Doctor, leaning down to kiss her. Yaz opened her mouth with a moan, letting the Doctor take control. "One more time."
"Okay," said Yaz shakily, hoping that she could survive one last round of edging.
The Doctor used her tongue this time, running up and down Yaz's labia, occasionally dipping inside, or pressing the flat of it against her clit. Yaz could feel her orgasm lurking, never very far away, as a result of so much stimulation. She squeezed her eyes shut and desperately tried to hold on. She couldn't disappoint the Doctor again. She had to show she could be a good girl for her.
"Doctor! Doctor — close, ah, close — "
Cool air hit her cunt as the Doctor pulled away, crawling up the bed to wrap her arms around Yaz.
"Well done," she said softly as Yaz cried in frustration into the Doctor's neck. "You did such a good job, Yaz… so brilliant. You're my good girl."
The words sank into her being, releasing something wound tightly inside of her. Yaz clutched the Doctor and tried to burrow her way even deeper into the older woman's arms. "I'm sorry," she repeated.
"Shh, it's okay," whispered the Doctor, kissing her temple. "You're forgiven. And now that we've finished all that, y'can have your reward."
Reaching down with one hand, the Doctor found Yaz's swollen clit and drew tight circles on it, her fingers firm and precise. The orgasm that Yaz had held at bay for so long came hurtling forward, and she whined at how much the rapidly building tension hurt.
"It's all right," said the Doctor. "You can come, Yaz. You've been a very good girl, and good girls get to come. Let me see my pretty girl come for me."
Hot white pleasure raced through Yaz's body, overwhelming her senses and making her cry out. The orgasm ripped through her, one of the hardest she'd had in a long time. As she came down from the high, she was aware of the Doctor murmuring praise and dropping gentle kisses on every part of Yaz's body she could reach. Yaz pulled back a little, exhausted, and the Doctor grinned at her.
"How was that?"
"Amazing," Yaz sighed. "Almost made the whole lead-up worth it."
The Doctor tutted. "Listen to me next time and we won't need to go through all of that."
"I know," said Yaz, nuzzling the Doctor's jaw.
"Ya better."
They lapsed into a contented silence, the only sound being the Doctor's nails as she gently scratched the back of Yaz's neck. Yaz was nearly on the verge of sleep when she remembered something.
"Didn't you say something before about me being allowed to eat you out?"
The Doctor raised an eyebrow. "Sure you're up for it?"
In a trice, Yaz had disentangled herself and was between the Doctor's legs, pulling her thighs forward. "Just watch me."