im from the future and i actually know that david tennant is gonna be the next showrunner and billie piper is gonna be the next doctor and her companion will be david tennant and the master is gonna come back played by crossdressing david tennant and,, it will be a musical
Warnings: Sweet, delicious punishment and lots of degredation.
The moment you step into the flat, you're thrown into the wall so hard you know you won't be able to wear anything sleeveless or low-backed for the next few days. Pain sparks between your shoulder blades and radiates outward.
Tony's eyes are aflame. It's maybe one of the hottest things you've ever seen.
You don't really get the opportunity to dwell on it, though, as a moment later his hands are on you. One squeezes your throat, just tight enough to make breathing laborious while still allowing you to breathe at all. The other digs into your hip, almost certainly leaving yet more bruises.
"You think this is funny?" he hisses as your lips fall into a grin. Your hips roll in response, and his hand there squeezes even harder, harder than you thought possible. "You clearly need to be taught a lesson, you filthy whore."
You nod enthusiastically, and he easily hauls you into his arms. A few moments later and you're in bed with him hovering over you. His lips trace hot trails over the flesh of your throat, making you moan, while his hand works to free his belt. God, you already like where this is going.
"Whip me, daddy," you groan as you thrust your hips upward.
He stops what he's doing to patiently pin your hips down, though the look he shoots you would, to anyone else, indicate anything but patience.
"Oh, no, you're not getting anything you want. Not today."
You pout, and all he offers in response is a dark chuckle as he finally removes his belt.
"Hands."
You obey quickly, eyes alight as you realize what's coming next. He makes quick work of securing the belt around your wrists, then shoves your hands away and lets them fall above your head.
"Now, what to do with you," he muses aloud, as if he doesn't already have several ideas. You know he does, you can see it in his eyes, the way they gleam with deep, dark plans for your immediate fate.
"Please," you pant quietly, shifting towards him desperately.
"Shut up."
You do as you're told, though your eyes continue to beg. He rolls his own, but leans down to give you a surprisingly soft kiss. Probably the last gentle thing you'll experience in the coming hours. Not that you mind.
He seems to have a stroke of genius, as his lips slip into a proud smirk. A shot of adrenaline hits your veins in anticipation, body on fire and ready for whatever he throws at you.
Silently, his hand sinks below your skirt, fingers finding your panty-clad slit and sliding over it. His tongue clicks in mock disappointment. "I can't believe you're already so wet -- and for what? You're a glutton for punishment, aren't you? That's why you insist on teasing me the way you do..."
Your breath catches as he pulls your panties down to circle your knees. It's all you can do not to pounce him right then and there.
His hand returns to your building heat, fingers teasing as he seems to consider his next move. You try to hold back, but a whimper escapes unbidden from your lips. His eyes snap up to meet yours, and his hand stops moving.
"God, you really are such a whore."
You nod your agreement, eagerly, the desperation in your gaze palpable.
He moves your panties the rest of the way off in response.
"Open," he commands, and you open your mouth for him. A moment later, and your panties are pushed in, guaranteeing your silence. Mostly.
You can't help the muffled moan that slips through.
The smack that hits your cheek is so hard you think maybe the whole room shakes from the blow. It certainly spins -- but maybe that's just a you problem.
Tears spring forward as the shock wears off and leaves only the angry sting of impact. Tony wipes them away, but it's not gentle. If anything, he seems annoyed at your softness.
He does give you a few moments to regain some composure before he slaps you again. This time, it's the other cheek. It doesn't hit as hard, but it's unclear to you if it's because he actually held back or if you were simply more prepared this time.
Another slap hits your thigh, and this time it takes every fiber of your being not to moan, and rather egregiously at that. Your body arches, cheeks reddening even deeper than they were already, all from the effort of holding back.
Tony appraises your efforts appreciatively, then slaps your thigh again.
This time, you can't contain it.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk," he clucks, petting your thigh where he'd hit it. "You really must work on your self-control."
You nod, and he slaps your thigh again.
The sting brings more tears to your eyes, yet you crave more.
"How many is that now?"
With your bound hands, you offer five fingers.
He smirks and pats your burning thigh. "Good girl. At least you have some brains in there. Enough to count to five, at least."
You nod in agreement.
For your reward, his hand finally finds your slit again. There's no word or warning, he simply slides two fingers inside you and curls them upward. You manage to bite back the squeal that threatens to explode out of you, but you can't stop the gasp that manages to make it past your best efforts.
He chuckles. "That was close, wasn't it?"
You nod again.
His fingers move in response, pressing against you in all the ways he knows will drive you the craziest. You know he's only searching for more reason to hit you, to punish you. You don't want to give him the satisfaction, but your resolve is beginning to melt with your core.
He digs in again, adding his thumb and a flick to your clit for good measure. Your body bucks in response, that building squeal finally passing all the barriers and all but echoing around the room.
The laugh that comes from Tony in response is quite threatening.
"You really can't control yourself, can you?"
You shake your head, fingers twitching desperately.
"I suppose it's unfair to punish you for something you can't control..." he starts, slowly, torturously withdrawing his hand from your depths.
You expect another smack. Instead, you are flipped onto your belly so fast it sends the world spinning. A moment later and you hear Tony fiddling with his trousers and the telltale sound of friction as the fabric slides down his thighs.
Oh, thank God.
The slap that hits your ass comes as a surprise and you yelp, eliciting another chuckle from Tony.
You feel his weight on top of you, his breath against your cheek, his hand softly cupping the other. He delicately removes your panties from your mouth and whispers in your ear, "Speak, whore."
"Please, Anthony," you beg, turning to meet his gaze. "Please, fuck me. Fuck me so good, fuck me hard!"
In response, he lines up his shot and plunges into your depths. You cry out in ecstasy, body tensing deliciously at his intrusion and arching up to meet his own.
He envelops you, arms circling your body and holding you flush against him. One hand returns to his second favorite spot -- your throat -- while the other takes hold of your breast and kneads with a fervent energy.
You moan, and he takes this as invitation to move, his hips rolling and thrusting against your own. Your walls squeeze upon each thrust, fighting to keep his cock buried deep within you. He has to fight just as hard to escape your hold, the effort causing him to pant into your ear.
"Fuck," you whine, and from behind you he echoes the sentiment.
You start to feel the hints of orgasm both within and without. Your belly begins to tighten, to warm. Your canal squeezes harder, desperate for the flood that will fill you. Tony, for his part, is also getting closer. His thrusts are starting to become erratic, his body tightening as muscles prepare for the inevitable climax.
He hits his peak a mere breath after you come to the realization, and as his warm seed fills you and his body jerks to a halt, it pushes you careening over the edge into a moaning mess that does its damned best to milk him for all he's worth.
You both pant as you come down, bodies relaxing into each other.
You don't expect Tony to move for at least an hour, but he surprises you by rolling the two of you over so that you're on top of him. You stare up at the ceiling, though you don't really see it. Your gaze is hazy, flushed with lust.
"Good girl," he whispers, placing a kiss on your cheek. "Very good girl."
ALL NIGHT, ON THE DESK , UNDER THE DESK CHOKING IN IT, ON THE CHAIR, ON THE LAB TABLE FROM THE BACK, VERTICALLY, HORIZONTALLY, QUADRATIC, EXPONENTIAL, SCIENTIFICALLY-
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