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Chapter List
- 1-Lapidary
- 2-TWO
- 3-THREE
- 4-FOUR
- 5-FIVE
- 6-SIX
- 7-SEVEN
- 8-EIGHT
- 9-NINE
- 10-TEN
- 11-ELEVEN
- 12-TWELVE
- 13-THIRTEEN
- 14-FOURTEEN
- 15-FIFTEEN
- 16-SIXTEEN
- 17-SEVENTEEN
- 18-EIGHTEEN
- 19-NINETEEN
- 20-TWENTY
- 21-TWENTY-ONE
- 22-TWENTY-TWO
- 23-TWENTY-THREE
- 24-TWENTY-FOUR
- 25-EPILOGUE
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I slept with boneless abandon, waking up a few times just because it pleased me to reorient upon the figure sleeping at my side. Close to morning I discarded the last dredges of rest and simply lie upon my side to look at him.
The Master.
The boy who understood me and chose to spare me Death’s influence. I was frightening to him, but he still trusted me.
Carefully, I rested my hand over his right heart, feeling the strong and steady beat. He certainly looked artful laying there, the sheet thrown over his groin but nowhere else. The morning light caressed his elegant musculature. He had powerful, developed arms and legs. His flat stomach no doubt pleased his sense of vanity. I dropped my hand there to feel his mostly hidden abdominal muscles. He was warm and smooth and pleasingly hard. I thought about the brief instances I’d been against this body, and how good he felt.
“You’re really asking for the devil to cut loose on you,” the Master murmured sleepily.
“Already did, met him,” I informed. “You aren’t him.”
“You met the Devil,” the Master repeated, his eyes opening slowly. “Why don’t I doubt that?” He rolled atop me quick and smooth as anything, and straddled my hips with his hard legs. As was his wont, he took a moment to just look at me, and I knew from his face that he liked what he saw. Being on top pleased him, in any fashion. Dominating me had to be good for him.
He smiled as I continued to lie there and wait for whatever he did. “What do you call this, a surrender?” He asked.
“Yes.”
The Master rolled his eyes a little. “Liar. But, thank you for the gesture.”
“Not lying,” I assured. “I give up. And, do you know what? It feels really good.”
“Does it?” The Master considered me a moment more. “What if I revert on you?”
“Is that a real danger?”
“Sometimes.” He leaned down to breathe me in, close to my neck. “Patchouli and burning stars,” he murmured. “That’s what you smell like, Doctor.”
“I didn’t know.” I didn’t, truly. Possibly, there was an immunity to one’s own scent. It would explain why the Master didn’t know he smelled of copal.
“Mmm,” he murmured. “Right now there’s some fear mingling in your scent, and your artron is stirring up, lending electricity to the mix. It’s delightful.”
“Glad you like it.” That caged feeling wasn’t entirely a panic-provoking thing anymore. I felt very curious as to what he’d do with me once he figured out I was telling him the truth about surrendering.
“The last time I smelled you like this, you were blond,” he went on. His voice touched my throat, caressed the flesh.
“You made me fearful and reactive,” I pointed out.
“That was the whole point,” he admitted.
Because he wasn’t moving, and because I really wanted to touch him anyway, I lifted a hand and stroked the back of it down his jaw. He closed his eyes and leaned into my contact like a cat. “It wouldn’t be a far thing to have you purr,” I murmured. “Sometimes I look at you and see the cat spirit.”
“Flatterer,” He murmured back lazily, following the next sweep of my hand, too. “I’ll purr if you treat me right,” he added.
“Does this mean you’ll tame me?” I asked, stroking down his head and his neck just to watch him arch into it.
“I’ll think about it,” he promised.
“Please?” I took my sliding touch down his back, and he really seemed to enjoy that.
“Why would I give you an answer? You’ll quit trying to persuade me if I do.” He collapsed mostly beside me, somewhat on top of me, and curled up a little. His lips also curled, and his smile held a lot of wicked pleasure as well as some puzzlement. “Help me to understand your sudden fixation on being tamed,” he invited.
“Well, it’s never been accomplished,” I pointed out. “And, you’re my biggest weakness. Logical to combine the two.”
“Fine,” he acquiesced softly. “But, what’s your motivation, Doctor?”
“You tailor everything brilliantly,” I answered. “You’ve worn me out. I don’t have any good struggling left in me. I want the peace of letting the darkness descend.” And, despite new information, the revelation given to me by Death, and the way the Master had set out to improve himself, I told him the truth here. The seduction of him I just couldn’t put off any longer. I’d done remarkably well to hold off this long.
He stared into me for what seemed like forever, his eyes flickering with thought, with consideration of my words. “I’m giving you one final chance to change your mind,” he said at last, his voice so low I had to strain to hear him. “Once I set myself to do this thing you want, I own you.”
I felt myself smile. “You already own me. You have for centuries, I think.”
The Master pulled in a quick, unsteady breath. “I’m quite certain you’ve never said anything like that to me before.”
“I haven’t,” I agreed. “Sorry it took me so long. I’m selfish and pretty wrapped up in myself. Being here with you, in a linear life, has been eye-opening. I didn’t just get to see you at my leisure. I got to see myself, too.”
Slowly, the Master closed his eyes. A small tremor went through him.
“Master?”
“Give me a moment,” he whispered, keeping his eyes shut. “Nine hundred years is a long time to wait for something.”
I felt ashamed, then, but I pushed the feeling back as something that possibly would interfere with progress.
His eyes popped open, and he refocused on me afresh. “You haven’t said how you want tamed,” he pointed out softly. “I’d hope the part of you that wanted hurt is accepting I’m not willing to do-.”
“No, I’m okay,” I promised. “I’ll do that part on my own. I’m good at it by now.”
The Master gave me a lopsided grin. “You just don’t want to be in control anymore,” he said, nailing it. “I’ve shown you I don’t have to abuse any power that I take. That gives you the confidence to hand over the reins, doesn’t it?”
“Yeah, I guess.” Made sense.
“All right.” The Master got an arm under my head and made me lie upon him. “Consider yourself conquered, Doctor.”
I hadn’t realized what a relief it would be to hear that come out of his mouth. A big breath left me. I clutched his hard, slender hip and let my eyes slide shut. “Thanks,” I said, having no good way to express it.
“You had a good run,” he said soothingly. “Better than anyone else, I imagine.” Gently, he stroked my hair. “I think I know exactly how to give you the powerlessness you want without crushing all the delightful, stubborn principles you’ve so carefully nurtured all these years.” He gripped the back of my neck and gave me a little squeeze. “I’d be losing if I eliminated my moral compass.”
**
He’d promised to give me a good lesson, one that I’d never forget. All I had to do was wait for him to finish tying up loose ends. He intended to give Zaeus, Sigglis, and Matreus joint rule over Seldatia, with the understanding that we might come back in the future. I expected the men to easily surrender their rule if we returned. And, I thought it likely we’d make several trips back to Seldatia. It was where we’d come to an understanding, after all.
Jack stuck his head inside the TARDIS and grinned at me. “Staying,” he said. “I’ll wait for your counterparts.”
“You don’t have to. What if they don’t make it back?” It wasn’t that I wanted Jack on the TARDIS, or that I didn’t want him, but I was about to have what I hoped was intense time with the Master, and I wanted nothing to interrupt us.
Jack rolled his eyes at me. “They’ll be back,” he said firmly. “A version of you and a version of him? They’ll probably take me all over the place before putting me off on some star system where I can pick up new entertainment.”
Now I rolled my eyes. “Well, enjoy,” I said, meaning it.
“Yeah…” Jack winked at me. “You do the same, Doc.”
I waved him off and sat in the jump seat, nervous despite the promise of getting what I wanted. The Master was clever and inventive. He could come up with anything to humble me.
The Master strolled into the TARDIS just as I’d started pacing, and looked at me with a knowing smile. “Anxious?” He took off his gloves and tossed them onto the control panel closest to him. “I can smell fear on you.”
“I’m sure,” I muttered, not able to quit moving. “And no, I haven’t changed my mind. I’m just…”
“Worried as hell,” he finished for me, chuckling a little. “Relax. You know victory tempers my hand.”
That was true. I felt my tension ratcheting down just a notch.
“Charming,” he drawled, evidently meaning it. He walked up to me and stopped, looking slightly up into my eyes with his hands behind his back. “Have a little confidence in my methods, my dear.”
“I do,” I protested.
“I know,” he assured. “You finally showed me as much.” He put out his arm for me to take. “Now, this TARDIS has countless rooms. Do you have any favorites?”
“Uhh…” I automatically linked up with him, and was surprised to find touching him alleviated some of my panic. “A few, I guess.”
“Take me to them one by one,” he ordered.
“Okay.” I started for the pool, because I’d most recently created it and it stood out in my mind. “Is this going to hurt?” I asked. “I know you said you didn’t want to indulge your darker side, but for some reason I’m thinking it’ll hurt anyway.”
The Master shook his head and smiled as if he couldn’t believe me. “No, it’s not going to hurt,” he said lowly.
“Because I’m really okay with that if that’s what has to happen,” I blabbed on, unable to stop my foolish chatter. Being nervous made me worse with the verbal diarrhea. “Pain is a good correctional tool sometimes, even if it’s unpleasant. And, sometimes pain is the only thing that’ll do the job. Do you think that’s the case with me?”
“It’s not going to hurt,” the Master repeated, still smiling slightly.
We entered the pool room.
“Are you sure?” I pressed, letting go to face him. “I mean, I’d think you’d have some urge to really punish me.”
“Punish you,” the Master echoed. He eyed me a moment before putting a hand up to the collar of his svond. “I can certainly do it, if that’s what’ll make you feel better, but not all punishment is as painful as you seem to think.” He kicked off his footwear and drew off the svond, standing before me stark naked. “Take off your clothes, Doctor.”
I obeyed that prompt with alacrity, convinced something truly appalling must be in the works. But, like I’d said, I was all right with that. Anything to get more on an even keel with him, to pay him back for a kindness I couldn’t even admit to knowing about him.
“No chlorine,” he commented as he crouched by the edge of the pool. “That’s excellent.” Without further ado, he stood and hopped into the water.
“Look, I appreciate-.” Wait a moment. “Hey, you’re afraid of water,” I protested, getting in with him.
“I can stand, here,” he replied. “Also, you’re here with me.” He dragged a raft off the edge and pushed it between us. “Get on, on your back,” he instructed.
Again, I obeyed. This time I was a little clumsy, and the wet vinyl kept threatening to let me slide off. I conquered it, though, and flopped onto my back making huge waves. I looked up into his smiling face and felt a little of my concern dropping away. He had nothing on his handsome features but the humor of familiar expectation. Nostalgia, really.
I’d started drifting. The Master dragged me back. “Do you hear that?” He asked.
I listened, hearing nothing but us and the hum of the TARDIS. “Only the two of us,” I admitted.
“Exactly,” he said. “Get used to that sound, Doctor. It’s going to be a long time before I let you drag a noisy human on board, if I ever do at all.” He dropped a wet hand to the center of my chest, his fingers spreading slowly. “It’s just you and me, now. Maybe it always was.”
“I don’t want anyone else causing a disruption,” I told him.
“Then, our wishes are the same,” he murmured. His hand dragged downward, and a shot of need lodged in my groin. Before I could even assimilate that, however, I felt the tip of a single finger stroke down my cock. That small, small touch meant worlds from him, and blood raced to the site so fast my head spun. I arched toward him, but the raft only thwarted me, making me sink farther downward instead of up.
Diabolical.
The Master’s low, pleased chuckle set my nerves on fire. “Greedy little hedonist,” he said fondly. “Lie still.”
Panting, I made myself quit moving. Never had the ceiling of my TARDIS been so poignant.
“Good,” he praised, and I found I wanted to hear it again. “Now, close those pretty eyes,” he added. “And, stay still. If you move, I’ll quit. You can talk, however, and make all the noise you want.”
Fortunate, for the moment I felt his dangerous mouth enveloping me, I groaned aloud. I felt weightless. He applied suction, twirling his tongue around me with expertise I’d never felt before. In seconds I lost all clues of where I was except the lapping of water and the pressure of his hot, slick mouth. “Oh, God,” I moaned. “Master!” My voice echoed crazily, further adding to the disorientation. Nothing existed but him.
He hummed around me, and I couldn’t help jerking at the unexpected vibration. He’d reduced me to only a dick. But, no, there was something else. The gland tucked up behind my prostate began to swell, and the two rubbed against each other lightly. It was maddening and delicious, and I’d only felt the barest stirrings there before. No one had ever stimulated me this much this fast.
Good boy, he said in my mind. Make yourself slick for me.
As if I could help it. I heard a lot of nonsense leaving my mouth, and I gripped the raft so hard I heard it creaking. Yet, he still sucked on me, coaxing me higher and higher toward a release I knew would probably feel good enough to kill me. I shook all over now, trembled with wonderful weakness. My legs slid apart and over the sides of the raft to dangle and float in the water, but I couldn’t help it. I felt his arm sliding underneath to keep me braced. He’d known I’d collapse.
Beautiful, clever Master. Gorgeous, talented Master.
Oh, God, if he’d tried to conquer me this way centuries ago, I’d have lost already. His cupping, stroking tongue, the periodic, light scraping of his teeth to remind me of my vulnerability, the incredible, pulsing suction… Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck. Yes, good idea. He should really, really fuck me. That would be brilliant, if only I could get my legs far enough apart. But, I’d lost motor function, and he’d ordered me to not move. The slickness oozed out of me, now.
I cried out when he took his mouth away. Disoriented, my head lolling, I forgot about his command to lie still, and tried to reach for him. He caught my arm and forced it back down, smiling with reddened lips and triumphant eyes. Then, before I knew what he intended, he wrapped an arm around my waist and shoved the raft free. On their own volition, my legs twined around him. “Master!” I gasped, thrusting against him helplessly.
Still smiling, the Master bent my arms behind my back and made me arch, but I didn’t let go of him with my legs. He couldn’t make me.
The Master chuckled, his voice made dark and delicious. I felt his mouth touch down between my pectorals, his tongue tasting me with exquisite sloth. Oh, again, he urged. Say it again, Doctor.
“Master!” I meant every syllable. “Yes, Master!” Anything he wanted, anything to get this from him; I’d never felt this alive, this raw, this free. Surrender was good, oh, so good. I couldn’t believe it.
“Take my shoulders,” he ordered softly, letting my arms go. And, when I managed to obey, he wrapped his own arms around my back. “Put your head on me,” he urged. “Breathe.”
I pressed my forehead to his neck and breathed, as he said to do. My whole body shook. He smelled wonderful, and felt far stronger than me. I hadn’t known I could feel so much in so little time. No wonder he seemed smug always. He’d seen my naivety, and indulged it, and all the while fully aware he could make me a trembling mess. I’d been right to imagine he’d know what to do with me.
I felt us moving. He walked us into deeper water. Gently, he took me by the wrists and made me lay my arms fully out on the edge of the pool. I let my head fall back onto it a bit too hard, but it didn’t matter. Finesse was his area, not mine, and especially not now.
His lips upon my throat cause an earthquake inside me. Never was a Time Lord so vulnerable as when he exposed his neck. That twirling tongue made me gasp, and those teeth… Oh, God, those teeth. Bite, bite, bite, soft and firm, hard or gentle, making my skin tingle and my groin coil with heat. I wanted to touch him, but he held my wrists to the concrete. He sucked a hickey to life right under my ear, making me keen and writhe and say his name over and over.
The Master, laughing quietly, pulled my lobe between his teeth and bit down. At the same moment, he dragged his flat stomach across my aching cock. For a hearts-stopping second I thought I’d come, but he gave just too little sensation for that. Instead, I thrashed and bucked against him like a wild thing, desperate for more. My blood pounded in my ears until I could barely hear. All I could hear, in fact, was the sound of my hearts and his low murmurs of approval, of assurance. Even when you give up, you fight, he said in my mind. Good for you, Doctor.
I might have gathered enough sense to give a reply if he hadn’t then immediately captured my mouth with his. I drowned in him, in his demanding lips. This was the intimacy I craved, the closeness to him I really wanted. He was tenderness and a raging, consuming fire, boiling my blood and melting my pelvis. I sought him lower, feeling for the tip of him, begging to find him with every trembling muscle that still obeyed me. I felt my opening flexing, greedy and grabbing…
He thrust into me and swallowed my shocked, joyful sob mouth to mouth. Paralyzed with the stretching impalement, I couldn’t even move my lips to kiss him back. His presence inside me was perfect, so perfect. Tears slid from my eyes. He kissed one trail, then the other, murmuring things I couldn’t quite hear. But, I heard what he meant. Yes, Doctor. Good, Doctor. Sweet, sweet Doctor.
I thought of him coming inside me and nearly fell apart with wanting it. “Master!”
He pulled me off the rim of the pool and let me wrap my arms around him. I surged, taken by the desire to taste him while he filled me, and kissed his face, his neck, anywhere I could reach, anywhere I could worship. He held my arse in his hands and let me, murmuring and smiling and arching to allow the exploration. Generous Master, indulgent Master, kind and understanding while his cock kept me stretched open. His rewards came as swiftly as his punishments, and I took that lesson.
But, he pulled back, keeping my cheeks spread. The slow drag of exit made me cry and claw at his back. I poured my own lubricant, and it was thick enough that the water wouldn’t wash it away. The tip of him hit my prostate, sending a shockwave through me. Insensible, I could only hold on and beg, beg like my life depended on it, and it did. “Please, please, please, Master!” I wanted a rhythm, a plundering, hard but slow and savoring. “Oh, God, please!”
He bit my left nipple and shoved back in. I stiffened all over, losing my breath and seeing stars. Then, I turned into liquid, falling backward, but he caught me. One arm just below my waist and the other behind my shoulders, he used my own weight to gain a brutal and beautiful cadence. I couldn’t hold onto him, and just let him fuck me.
It was amazing. I lolled in his grip, groaning, feeling every vein and ripple of him inside me. Each sweet stab took away more and more of my independence. I couldn’t think of anything but him. His strong legs and sharp hip bones, his caging arms, those lips sucking bites onto my chest; I might fly apart if he didn’t hold me.
I had to see his face. Reaching backward, I grabbed for purchase and found the divider rope. It gave me just enough leverage to get my head up. I met his eyes and lost my breath at the fierce possessiveness burning within. Just as well that I never wanted free of him, because he wouldn’t allow it, ever. Yet, lurking behind that soul-swallowing ownership was the devotion he’d proven to me, that he’d professed so casually, telling me it was none of my business.
The Master loved me.
Oh, my God, I loved him, too. Why hadn’t I known I loved him this much? Our gazes locked, and he saw into me. He dropped the arm bracing my shoulders, took hold of my straining cock, and stroked me. “Come for me, Doctor,” he growled. “Come for me right now!”
Screaming and sobbing, I obeyed my Master.
“Oh, yes,” he said, crushing me to him, holding me down and spread. I felt him pumping me full even as I shot my life out. I shook with the twin forces, going blind, going deaf, brilliant, sweet hot boiling pushing into me. Marking me. Claiming me. Taking me.
Taming me, just like I’d wanted.
Oh, dear Christ, I’d never had so much of what I wanted, not in my entire, screwed up life.
“Doctor,” I heard him say as I was gathered up and held. Weak as a kitten, I clung to his back with both arms and buried my face in his lovely neck. I smelled blood, come, our artron, his copal…
“Oh, you glorious thing,” I managed to say. I thought I might faint. Every muscle I owned was shaking. I let my head slide a little. “You’re still in me.”
“You’re not allowed to leak me,” he informed, his voice like honey and gravel. “Five minutes, ten, and you’ll absorb me.”
I felt a ragged laugh break free of my throat. “And, rightly so,” I agreed. I pulled back a little so I could firmly seat upon him again, for he hadn’t lost his erection.
The wriggling of my bottom made him groan and clench me harder. “Not so very tamed,” he said thoughtfully. “But, you ask for what you want with perfect manners.”
The smell of blood was stronger now. “Who’s bleeding?” I asked, now barely able to keep my eyes open.
“You got my back with a fingernail,” he explained, not sounding a bit perturbed. “All that beautiful writhing, Doctor; I hardly knew what to do.”
“Liar,” I whispered. “You knew exactly what to do with me. You must always have.”
“Oh, I’ve thought about how to take you once or twice,” he agreed, totally underestimating and also not hiding it with his tone.
He held me in the water, and every part of me drifted loose except for the intimate mooring down below. I lay there, lazily floating, content down to my bones. This was much better than a bed. I wondered why he’d accepted water as the medium to teach me what I wanted. He could have let me show him the pool and then let me take him somewhere more solid.
“You like water,” he answered softly, his hands now stroking me in a soothing way. “You are water,” he added. And, with that, he gently pushed fully into me again. “I want you flowing into me.”
I smiled, feeling the importance of what he said and loving him for being the better man. “As long as you set me on fire,” I negotiated. There wasn’t much to bargain with, actually. His cock was ready to have me again, and I’d never be able to say no.
The Master laughed lowly as he stroked me back to life. “Oh, burn with me,” he urged. “Burn with me, Doctor.”
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