Doctor Who - fic - Play The Game Again, Nine/Rose/Jack, NC-17
Title - Play The Game Again
Author - laurab1
Rating - NC-17 aka 18
Warning - mild and consensual kink
Threesome - Nine/Rose/Jack
Length - 630 words
Spoilers - end of New Who S1
Summary - “You alright to lead this, Captain, like the lady wants?”
Disclaimer - alas, none of these people are mine
Feedback is loved and appreciated :) Enjoy!
Follows Making Memories, Playing Games, and was originally posted at the latest Whoniverse porn battle. Thank you, if you left me comments over there :)
Thanks to starletfallen, this version has more Nine ;)
Play The Game Again
by Laura
Movement, and Rose is in the middle of the bed again. Like she’d asked, and suspected would be necessary, when she asked, so he could finish dealing with this, Jack has the cuffs and chain in his hands.
But he’s only got that far, then kind of stalled. A hand reaches across her body, touches Jack’s arm. The Doctor gently prompts, “Now we’re making a memory for Rose, playing a new game. You alright to lead this, Captain, like the lady wants?”
Jack looks at him, and smiles. “Yeah, Doc. I’m okay.” Handing one to the Doctor, they buckle the fur-lined toys around her wrists. Then, kneeling beside her, planting a kiss on her lips, stroking one of her breasts. Jack says, “I want you to raise your arms above your head for me, Rose.”
She recognises the low, seductive tone he uses. “That an order, Captain?” she asks, in a husky whisper. The scene’s started, she knows she shouldn’t really be speaking, she should simply be obeying.
As she doesn’t, he pinches her nipple. Just once, and far too bloody lightly to carry any messages south. Discipline. “Yeah, Rose. Could you follow it, please?”
“Yes, Captain,” she says, moving her arms.
“Well done. Good girl,” Jack replies, taking her wrists in his hands, locking the cuffs together, and through the wrought iron bedstead.
With her arms restrained like that, Rose feels a pull in her muscles. It’s slightly too much to be pleasurable, but wriggling up the bed a little fixes that. With the movement, her legs fall open. Glancing over her body, she’s suddenly aware of how incredibly vulnerable a position she’s in, how exposed she is.
But Rose knows she’s safe, she knows her blokes will look after her, make sure she enjoys this game. So, wondering what’s next, she relaxes, and looks up at them.
“Okay, this is the plan. We’re gonna do so many things to you, Rose,” Jack says, with the low voice, pinching her nipple harder than before. He then swiftly takes his hand away. “We’re gonna keep you right on the edge until I unfasten the cuffs from the bed, and lower your arms. That’s when we’ll finally let you come.”
Moving, kneeling between her spread legs, he places his hands on her waist. “Now, though, I want you to go with the pull in your arms, Rose. Yeah, it kinda hurts, but it’s worth it,” he says, dragging her back down the bed.
And so they proceed to drive Rose out of her mind: kissing, pinching, sucking, caressing, stroking. Never enough stimulation to her body, her skin, her nerves for her to be able to come, properly, though. Just when she thinks about telling them she’s had enough, about giving them her safeword, Jack’s hands let go of her nipples, slide over her breasts, and then slowly up her aching arms.
As he does this, Rose breathes heavily, she feels her heart hammering away. The Doctor gives him a key, and Jack unlocks the cuffs. He takes her hands in his, lowering her arms as he lowers his body. Her limbs by her sides, she feels her blokes unfasten the cuffs, feels Jack stroke a hand across her thigh.
Leaning down, the seductive tone reappears, as he orders, “I want you to come, now, beautiful.”
Jack’s tongue’s pushed quickly in her mouth, his fingers thrust deep inside her body. Her hips rock up, and Rose obeys. She’s been on the edge so long, held in place and desperate to come, that her orgasms (‘cause there’s more than a few) ride a very fine line between pain and pleasure. But it’s a line she could stand to see another time.
Bloody Hell, she thinks. We can definitely play with the cuffs again.
-end-
Author - laurab1
Rating - NC-17 aka 18
Warning - mild and consensual kink
Threesome - Nine/Rose/Jack
Length - 630 words
Spoilers - end of New Who S1
Summary - “You alright to lead this, Captain, like the lady wants?”
Disclaimer - alas, none of these people are mine
Feedback is loved and appreciated :) Enjoy!
Follows Making Memories, Playing Games, and was originally posted at the latest Whoniverse porn battle. Thank you, if you left me comments over there :)
Thanks to starletfallen, this version has more Nine ;)
Play The Game Again
by Laura
Movement, and Rose is in the middle of the bed again. Like she’d asked, and suspected would be necessary, when she asked, so he could finish dealing with this, Jack has the cuffs and chain in his hands.
But he’s only got that far, then kind of stalled. A hand reaches across her body, touches Jack’s arm. The Doctor gently prompts, “Now we’re making a memory for Rose, playing a new game. You alright to lead this, Captain, like the lady wants?”
Jack looks at him, and smiles. “Yeah, Doc. I’m okay.” Handing one to the Doctor, they buckle the fur-lined toys around her wrists. Then, kneeling beside her, planting a kiss on her lips, stroking one of her breasts. Jack says, “I want you to raise your arms above your head for me, Rose.”
She recognises the low, seductive tone he uses. “That an order, Captain?” she asks, in a husky whisper. The scene’s started, she knows she shouldn’t really be speaking, she should simply be obeying.
As she doesn’t, he pinches her nipple. Just once, and far too bloody lightly to carry any messages south. Discipline. “Yeah, Rose. Could you follow it, please?”
“Yes, Captain,” she says, moving her arms.
“Well done. Good girl,” Jack replies, taking her wrists in his hands, locking the cuffs together, and through the wrought iron bedstead.
With her arms restrained like that, Rose feels a pull in her muscles. It’s slightly too much to be pleasurable, but wriggling up the bed a little fixes that. With the movement, her legs fall open. Glancing over her body, she’s suddenly aware of how incredibly vulnerable a position she’s in, how exposed she is.
But Rose knows she’s safe, she knows her blokes will look after her, make sure she enjoys this game. So, wondering what’s next, she relaxes, and looks up at them.
“Okay, this is the plan. We’re gonna do so many things to you, Rose,” Jack says, with the low voice, pinching her nipple harder than before. He then swiftly takes his hand away. “We’re gonna keep you right on the edge until I unfasten the cuffs from the bed, and lower your arms. That’s when we’ll finally let you come.”
Moving, kneeling between her spread legs, he places his hands on her waist. “Now, though, I want you to go with the pull in your arms, Rose. Yeah, it kinda hurts, but it’s worth it,” he says, dragging her back down the bed.
And so they proceed to drive Rose out of her mind: kissing, pinching, sucking, caressing, stroking. Never enough stimulation to her body, her skin, her nerves for her to be able to come, properly, though. Just when she thinks about telling them she’s had enough, about giving them her safeword, Jack’s hands let go of her nipples, slide over her breasts, and then slowly up her aching arms.
As he does this, Rose breathes heavily, she feels her heart hammering away. The Doctor gives him a key, and Jack unlocks the cuffs. He takes her hands in his, lowering her arms as he lowers his body. Her limbs by her sides, she feels her blokes unfasten the cuffs, feels Jack stroke a hand across her thigh.
Leaning down, the seductive tone reappears, as he orders, “I want you to come, now, beautiful.”
Jack’s tongue’s pushed quickly in her mouth, his fingers thrust deep inside her body. Her hips rock up, and Rose obeys. She’s been on the edge so long, held in place and desperate to come, that her orgasms (‘cause there’s more than a few) ride a very fine line between pain and pleasure. But it’s a line she could stand to see another time.
Bloody Hell, she thinks. We can definitely play with the cuffs again.
-end-