fic: Lady in Red 7/10
Title: Lady In Red
Summary: Lucy Saxon's story. Warning; contains themes of violence, non con etc. You have been warned! Very adult.
Rating: Adult
Characters: Jack Harkness, Martha Jones, The Doctor (10th), The Master (Simm)
Genres: Angst, BDSM, Graphic Sex, Graphic Violence, Hurt/Comfort, Missing Scene, Non-Con, Romance
Chapter Seven
Election night had proved very entertaining for Lucy and Harold Saxon. As the results had come in, showing their inevitable swing to the Saxon campaign, Harry had become more and more manic as he paced, jigged and finally danced around campaign headquarters. Champaign had flowed as Harry had achieved the required majority to form government. Harry then whirled Lucy around the room dancing before jumping up onto the tables and throwing campaign leaflets up in the air like oversized confetti. Music rang out and the party ensued with the influential queuing up to congratulate Harry, offer him advice or to offer him their services. Harry just smiled a condescending smile at them and told them that he would no doubt be in touch.
In the early hours of the morning, when it became public knowledge that the Saxon administration would have its day, Harry had taken Lucy into a back room at the campaign headquarters. His manic behaviour ceased once he had got her alone and he’d pulled her into his arms and kissed her passionately. He then looked into her eyes and Lucy felt her legs turn to jelly under his stare. Sexuality seemed to seep out of every pore on his skin. He’d smiled at her as he told her how sick the sycophants who surrounded him made him. He told her that he had a lovely little plan to pay them back for their loyalty the next day.
Harry had pulled Lucy into his arms and then ran his hands up and down her back. She’d shivered under his touch which despite being cool had felt like fire on her skin. He had lowered his head towards her as he whispered to her how incredible the feeling was to know what was coming the next day. Lucy had licked her lips, desperate to kiss him and feeling his icy cool breath on her face. When Harry had lowered his mouth to hers and began to explore its depths with his tongue, Lucy had groaned into his mouth. She could feel the familiar burn of arousal in between her thighs and Harry had chuckled slightly as she had ground her pelvis into his.
Harry had moved his hands to Lucy’s shoulders and slipped the straps of the azure silk dress down her arms and then stepped back to observe it slide down her body and fall crumpled at her feet. As he had ordered her earlier, Lucy had wore no underwear and Harry gazed at her nakedness and felt his arousal build up. Many Time Lords, when they existed had denied themselves carnal knowledge, but not the Master. He had revelled in it, recognising the beauty of it and had spent nigh on a thousand years perfecting his technique. Next he had pulled Lucy back to him and lifted her, she had wrapped her legs around his waist as he carried her to the sofa.
After laying her down gently, Harry had loosened his tie and began to unbutton his shirt. He unfastened his belt and slipped out of his trousers, never once breaking eye contact with Lucy who was laid on the sofa drinking in the sight of him. To her, Harry seemed to have an aura of power around him and the fact that he was all hers was almost enough to drive Lucy to orgasm there and then. She breathed heavily with anticipation of what was to come, her nipples were erect and she could feel the wetness between her legs.
Harry had knelt down and begun to kiss the side of Lucy’s neck. She trembled as she felt his cool lips brush her skin. As he lowered his head down, kissing her breasts and stroking them, Lucy arched herself to meet his lips. Harry had worked his way down until he came to the wispy blond hair of her groin, then he had trailed his tongue down until he reached her sex. His cool tongue parted her lips and gently had begun to tease Lucy’s clitoris and she had let out a moan as she felt his icy breath against her most sensitive parts.
His cool fingers had slipped inside her, gently probing, while his tongue danced around, lapping, caressing and then closing his mouth slightly he had begun to gently suck. Lucy hung her head back and growled deep within her throat as the sensations began to build up inside her. Harry then had sensed her getting close to the edge and he had increased the pressure of his tongue and fingers sending Lucy over the abyss. She had arched her body, clutched at his head and forced it into her groin screaming his name over and over again.
As Lucy opened her eyes Harry had lifted up her legs and entered her. Gasping, Lucy had shuddered as she felt Harry sink into her depths, filling her. He’d begun to slowly plunge into her, gradually increasing his pace as his own excitement grew. He gripped her thighs, digging in his fingers into her skin as he increased the frequency and depth of his thrusts. Lucy had wrapped her hands around Harry’s hips pulling him in closer while whispering Master in between moans. Finally with a frenzy of lunging Harry had come, spilling his seed inside her. He collapsed on top of her, breathless and slick with sweat, his hearts beating a frantic binary beat.
For a while, the couple had just laid there, enjoying the tenderness of the moment, the calm before the storm. Harry had thought to himself that life with a human mate did have its perks. Lucy was completely bonded to him, to the extent that she would support him no matter what he did. Now that he had achieved government the real work began, so it didn’t hurt to have a little stress relief in the form of the wanton blond currently laid with her leg strewn across him. For him, Lucy was part of the carefully created image that also held a little useful distraction.
But for Lucy, Harry was her world.
Summary: Lucy Saxon's story. Warning; contains themes of violence, non con etc. You have been warned! Very adult.
Rating: Adult
Characters: Jack Harkness, Martha Jones, The Doctor (10th), The Master (Simm)
Genres: Angst, BDSM, Graphic Sex, Graphic Violence, Hurt/Comfort, Missing Scene, Non-Con, Romance
Chapter Seven
Election night had proved very entertaining for Lucy and Harold Saxon. As the results had come in, showing their inevitable swing to the Saxon campaign, Harry had become more and more manic as he paced, jigged and finally danced around campaign headquarters. Champaign had flowed as Harry had achieved the required majority to form government. Harry then whirled Lucy around the room dancing before jumping up onto the tables and throwing campaign leaflets up in the air like oversized confetti. Music rang out and the party ensued with the influential queuing up to congratulate Harry, offer him advice or to offer him their services. Harry just smiled a condescending smile at them and told them that he would no doubt be in touch.
In the early hours of the morning, when it became public knowledge that the Saxon administration would have its day, Harry had taken Lucy into a back room at the campaign headquarters. His manic behaviour ceased once he had got her alone and he’d pulled her into his arms and kissed her passionately. He then looked into her eyes and Lucy felt her legs turn to jelly under his stare. Sexuality seemed to seep out of every pore on his skin. He’d smiled at her as he told her how sick the sycophants who surrounded him made him. He told her that he had a lovely little plan to pay them back for their loyalty the next day.
Harry had pulled Lucy into his arms and then ran his hands up and down her back. She’d shivered under his touch which despite being cool had felt like fire on her skin. He had lowered his head towards her as he whispered to her how incredible the feeling was to know what was coming the next day. Lucy had licked her lips, desperate to kiss him and feeling his icy cool breath on her face. When Harry had lowered his mouth to hers and began to explore its depths with his tongue, Lucy had groaned into his mouth. She could feel the familiar burn of arousal in between her thighs and Harry had chuckled slightly as she had ground her pelvis into his.
Harry had moved his hands to Lucy’s shoulders and slipped the straps of the azure silk dress down her arms and then stepped back to observe it slide down her body and fall crumpled at her feet. As he had ordered her earlier, Lucy had wore no underwear and Harry gazed at her nakedness and felt his arousal build up. Many Time Lords, when they existed had denied themselves carnal knowledge, but not the Master. He had revelled in it, recognising the beauty of it and had spent nigh on a thousand years perfecting his technique. Next he had pulled Lucy back to him and lifted her, she had wrapped her legs around his waist as he carried her to the sofa.
After laying her down gently, Harry had loosened his tie and began to unbutton his shirt. He unfastened his belt and slipped out of his trousers, never once breaking eye contact with Lucy who was laid on the sofa drinking in the sight of him. To her, Harry seemed to have an aura of power around him and the fact that he was all hers was almost enough to drive Lucy to orgasm there and then. She breathed heavily with anticipation of what was to come, her nipples were erect and she could feel the wetness between her legs.
Harry had knelt down and begun to kiss the side of Lucy’s neck. She trembled as she felt his cool lips brush her skin. As he lowered his head down, kissing her breasts and stroking them, Lucy arched herself to meet his lips. Harry had worked his way down until he came to the wispy blond hair of her groin, then he had trailed his tongue down until he reached her sex. His cool tongue parted her lips and gently had begun to tease Lucy’s clitoris and she had let out a moan as she felt his icy breath against her most sensitive parts.
His cool fingers had slipped inside her, gently probing, while his tongue danced around, lapping, caressing and then closing his mouth slightly he had begun to gently suck. Lucy hung her head back and growled deep within her throat as the sensations began to build up inside her. Harry then had sensed her getting close to the edge and he had increased the pressure of his tongue and fingers sending Lucy over the abyss. She had arched her body, clutched at his head and forced it into her groin screaming his name over and over again.
As Lucy opened her eyes Harry had lifted up her legs and entered her. Gasping, Lucy had shuddered as she felt Harry sink into her depths, filling her. He’d begun to slowly plunge into her, gradually increasing his pace as his own excitement grew. He gripped her thighs, digging in his fingers into her skin as he increased the frequency and depth of his thrusts. Lucy had wrapped her hands around Harry’s hips pulling him in closer while whispering Master in between moans. Finally with a frenzy of lunging Harry had come, spilling his seed inside her. He collapsed on top of her, breathless and slick with sweat, his hearts beating a frantic binary beat.
For a while, the couple had just laid there, enjoying the tenderness of the moment, the calm before the storm. Harry had thought to himself that life with a human mate did have its perks. Lucy was completely bonded to him, to the extent that she would support him no matter what he did. Now that he had achieved government the real work began, so it didn’t hurt to have a little stress relief in the form of the wanton blond currently laid with her leg strewn across him. For him, Lucy was part of the carefully created image that also held a little useful distraction.
But for Lucy, Harry was her world.