agodintime:

He kissed her nose. “You’re adorable,” and moved her into a postion of bending over his desk.  He went and got the cane, loosening his tie.  “Five good hard thwacks.  Only five,” They weren’t as hard as he normally hit her when he used the can, but they were by no means gentle on her tender flesh. but once all five were done, her ass was welled up and rosy where he struck her.  As she recovered, he took off his clothes, then picked her up and carried her to their bedroom.

“Now, my princess,” he said softly as he laid her down on their bed. This was entirely different. He touched her face reverently.  There was no hidden malice. No playful gleam.  There was no “Master” in his face at all.  His eyes were sincere, full of love and affection.  “Now I want to make love to you. My beautiful wife. Because I love you, so, very, much,” he lowered himself down and kissed her passionately, but tenderly.

She was quite pleased with herself for being able to stay still through all five strokes, and she shuddered when his fingers slid over the welled-up flesh, and she leaned her head against him when he picked her up. His arms were the safest place in the universe, and he laid her out on the bed, moving over her. “Please…” she whispered. There was still stinging in her flesh and that was enough to remind her that she was his little girl, even while he was treating her like a wife.

She kissed him back, soft and sweet, her leg moving up around him, wrapping behind his back, pulling him close. “I want to feel every move you make.” she whispered, spreading her other leg out and moving under him to take him in. 

(Source: yourfaithfulcompanion)

deathstruechampion:

The Master watched the tea seep a moment before disposing of the bags, then brought Lucy her mug before he sat down and motioned for her to do the same in the chair across from him as he took a sip.

“The cat is really the only company I have.” He said with a small sigh, then looked over to the woman with a short smile. “There is far too long of an explanation for that. I am… doing what I can to redeem what sanity and dignity I have left. Conquest is a dream long shattered and gone, but it is something I no longer crave.”

“So you’re not… back to take over the Earth again?” she asked, cautious. “What about the Doctor? Is he still alive? Involved in your life at all?” she asked. She knew he had an obsession with the Doctor, and he seemed he was changed, but she didn’t know how far his obsession stretched.

(Source: yourfaithfulcompanion)

agodintime:

He patted her nose. “I’m glad you asked.  Well, my princess, it’s time that we started trying for a family.  Won’t that be nice?” He looked at her so proud when she said the cane.  “That’s my girl!  What a sweet girl, picking the cane you know Daddy loves so much!” he kissed her navel softly. 

“We’re… we’re going to have a baby?” her heart leapt into her throat. “Really?” she asked. Maybe it was a creul joke, maybe she had misunderstood- but how could that be misunderstood, he just came out and said. Before she could control it, her face broke out into a beaming smile. 

The idea of the cane brought her back to the here and now and she gave a tiny whimper at the thought. “Please be gentle with me, Daddy…” she begged.

(Source: yourfaithfulcompanion)

[A note on Lucy's pillow when she gets back, which Shadow is curled up next to.] Dearest: Ambrose would never be jealous of you! When I'm happy, he's happy. And I assure you, he quite likes you. :)> He's been having a little trouble with a processor, that's all. I'm three floors up now repairing it. I shouldn't be long. If you need anything in the meantime, just ask Shadow. She's only taking a cat nap.
◥		askainleymaster

*curls back up on the bed with Beth and Shadow and Anthony the Kitling*

agodintime:

He moaned in satisfaction as he felt her coming, lapping her up.  He moved up her body to kiss her hungrily, and waited for her to lick his face clean before he untied her legs.  He sat back down and patted her thighs. “Now, Princess,” he said, business-like. 

“I have a serious question for you.  For the next little while, you’re not going to be able to get your normal kinds of punishments from me.  Not even spankings.  Don’t worry, Daddy has ways of making sure you’re a good girl, but we’re going to be working on a special…project shall we say, and I don’t want to jeopardize it.  Knowing that, I want to give you the choice. Do you want Daddy to give you a good beating with his belt or hand or cane before we begin?”

She lapped at him like a cat, licking her own taste off of his mouth and chin, waiting obediently while he untied her legs, still catching her breath with her lips slightly parted, her tongue darting over them to clean them off. 

She listened carefully, a little bit concerned  What did he have in mind? “What are we going to be doing?” she asked cautiously. His question gave her pause. “I’d like the cane, Daddy.” she said after a moment. “It’ll hurt more right now, but the pain will last longer.” she explained her choice, usually she hated the cane, it was sharp and stingy and left welts the size of a roll of coins on her, but it took days for the pain to completely be gone.

(Source: yourfaithfulcompanion)

agodintime:

He loved watching her struggle against ropes.  And he loved hearing her beg. “Daddy’s slut.  I want you to come all over my face you naughty girl,” he growled. But he did comply, suckling harder, latching on to her clit and sucking it harder and harder into mouth.  His hands moved up to her breasts, fingers plucking at her nipples hard. 

Lucy threw her head back and cried out, everything felt like pleasure, from his fingers pinching her nipples to the way his mouth moved. “Daddy, daddy, daddyyy….” she whimpered in an unending whine until she came, hard, her hips lifted off the desk, pushing against his mouth, and she could feel she had properly gushed on that one and turned a pale pink in embarrassment  even though that had been exactly what he asked for, what he had worked for.

(Source: yourfaithfulcompanion)

✉
◥		saxon-lucy

We’re still straight, this was just masturbation.

Not that we do that because we are a nice girl from a good family and we don’t do that.

Have a good day. 

*awks*

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◥		askainleymaster

Your TARDIS was making strange noises at me, I think it was jealous. After last night, I certainly can’t blame it him. I’ll feed the kitlings so they don’t gnaw your beautiful face off while you sleep.

-Lucy

Anger, aka how he reacts to literally everything ever.
◥		rorywilliamsfobwatch

“Master, I made baby back ribs and baby carrots and buns for dinner”

*ANGRY RORY NOISES*

“Master would you like some wine? I’m not having any.”

*ANGRY RORY NOISES*

“How was your day, darling?”

*ANGRY RORY NOISES*

“Oh I’m pregnant, thank you for asking.”

*ANGRY RORY NOISES*

agodintime:

He sat back at his desk chair, looking at her.  Motioning her over, knowing she’d comply. “Daddy’s good girl,” he cooed as he slowly unfastened her belt.  He pushed the robe off her body smelling her skin. He picked her up by the waist and put her on his desk.

He picked up a box from the floor and opened it, revealing a new pair of shoes.

He slid them on her feet and look at her.  “Oh yes.  They look lovely on my Princess,” he cooed.  He opened up the top drawer of his desk and pulled out some soft pink rope that matched the colour of her new shoes. He sat one of her legs on the arm of his desk chair and tied the rope elaborately around her ankle and around the chair arm.  Then he pulled out another piece of room and did the same thing to her other leg on the opposite chair arm. 

Thus splaying her out to his view he looked up at her. He smirked and wrapped his arms around the under sides of her thighs, fingers digging into the top of her thighs as he pulled her close and pressed his mouth against her core hungrily. His tongue and lips, his whole mouth, went to work on her, suckling in her delicate folds, lathing around her clit, moaning in delight at her taste.

Most of the time when he called her to pay attention to him, it was to bend her over and hurt her until she was dripping wet and begging for forgiveness. But there were times like this when he would put perfectly sized, gorgeous shoes on her feet and make her feel like his princess. 

She gripped his shoulders, fingers digging into the fabric of his shirt, gripping it as she angled her hips forward, moaning. Within moments of him starting to lick and suck and tease, she was lifting her hips up off the desk, leaveraging herself with the ropes and clinging to him for balance, begging more, harder, deeper. 

(Source: yourfaithfulcompanion)