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Title: Cellinda
Author: Sami (XShivaIceQueenX@aol.com)
Rating: NC-17
Category: challenge/PWP
Characters: Vader/original female

Summary: Just another whore? We'll find out.

Disclaimer:I don't own Vader however much I may want to. ^_~

I.

"Why should I keep you?" he asks with a bit of irritation at having to repeat himself.

I smile and run a hand through my red hair before I walk around a table getting closer to him, swaying my hips slightly.

"No," I say and stop in front of him about arms length away.

His mechanical breathing seems to hesitate, causing him to rasp to catch his breath. He says nothing for a moment, but I can feel his hidden gaze trailing down my body from my low cut top to my short skirt, stockings and heels. I looked like a whore. So I'm in the right place at least, I think to myself.

"You're not going to tell me why I should keep you?"

He shifts to cross his arms over his chest. A squeak of the leather creaking fills the void of sudden silence. I back up a step and bum my ass into the table, lifting it gently to rest against the cold surface.

"No. I want you to tell me why you should keep me."

I cross my arms over my chest in a mocking gesture and lift an eyebrow.

A mistake.

His arm moves swiftly and an invisible hand grips my throat. My arms drop to my sides, but the smirk on my face remains. I lift the other eyebrow and his grip tightens.

"I will not take orders from you, whore."

Expecting his voice to be filled with anger, it's a surprise to hear amusement mixing with annoyance. I place my hands on the cold surface of the table and sit upon it, spreading my legs a little revealing the lack of under garments. He takes a step forward and stops abruptly; glancing down, he finds a heel in his abdomen.

"Why do *you* want to keep *me*?" I ask, tilting my head as much as I can in his grip, wishing I could see his reaction. His expression. Yet, not wishing that very thing at the same time.

A chill runs up my spine and I gasp, the air escaping my chest as though punched. I fall back onto the table and he's over me. This time a gloved hand rests itself on my neck, and the other rests on the table beside my head.

"So far, I am unimpressed by you."

His voice seems to deepen and gain a ferocity that draws a moan from my lips. I tilt my head to the side, mere inches from his other gloved hand. I extend my tongue and slide it along the leather surface of the fabric. Vader tightens his grip once more, causing me to hack a little. I look back up at him.

"I'm sure I can work on that."

I lift my leg and slide it around him, pulling myself into him. In the process, my skirt hikes up my body and my unclothed sex greets the chill of his suit. I shiver and moan softly, closing my eyes for a brief moment. His grip loosens and gently releases my neck, but doesn't stop there. He glides his finger from the corner of my jaw, down to my collar bone and stops at my cleavage. My lower lip quivers at his touch.

Noticing, the finger trails back up and comes to rest over my mouth, pressing into it carefully. My lips part and my tongue emerges, wrapping around the finger and pulling it into my mouth. I suck in slowly and moan, as his other hand moves to my thigh and up to my ass. He squeezes roughly once more and pulls me into him again. Warm and wet meeting cold to cause me to release his finger.

A beeping sound errupts from the door behind him and a growl fills the room immediately following. He pulls away completely and waves his fingers, opening the door. An underling steps in and his eyes shoot toward me, eyeing my situation before casting his gaze downward.

"Lord Vader, the room is ready."

"Very well." He turns toward the door and nods.

The underling nods shakily in return and escapes into the corridor.

I take a deep breath and sit up, looking at him.

"Up. Let's go."

He gestures to the door. I stand and straighten my skirt. Room? This is about to get a lot more interesting. I walk toward the door and exit, the tall Lord behind me.

II.

"Turn right," he says behind me and I do as he asks.

I start down the hall and reach the halfway point, when his hand grips my arm and stops me. He presses a button beside the door and it slides open to reveal a comfortable suite. Pushing my arm, he ushers me inside and the door closes quickly, clicking as the lock engages. He releases my arm and steps back, gesturing for me to look around. I whistle and begin to wander about. The bed, instantly catching my eye, looks comfortable and expensive. I run my finger tips over the back of a sofa drenched in red and black cloth.

"Fancy," I say, moving to the back of the room where a balcony rests.

I pause and lift my finger up to the air in front of me. A shock shoots down my body and makes me grimace.

"A field to keep out the bad air. Not bad." I nod, impressed.

I turn and saunter back toward him. Vader's arm reaches to the wall and he presses a button which causes a hiss to fill the air. I lift my nose and inhale, following which, I sneeze.

Medication.

My eyes flinch slightly in mistrust, but I step forward again and reach up to touch him. He swiftly snatches my hand away and pushes me back. I grin, thinking he wants to play. My ass finds the bed and he sits me down.

"Sit here. Don't move. I'll return in a moment."

He swirls around and enters another room off to the side. My mind begins to turn frantically and I reach up to my ear. Pulling off my earring, I blow into it and bend, placing it under the edge of the bed. As he enters again, I pull at my stocking and glance up to him. The suit is gone. A shirt and slacks have replaced it. His boots and gloves remain on, but his face is plainly visible - pale, white and scarred toward the back of his head - his was handsome once, and still is, in a morbid sort of way.

I tilt my head and watch as he approaches me, pausing at the end table to fill a glass and take a drink from it.

"What made you decide to answer the ad?" he asks, voice filled with interest.

"Sounded like the work was right up my alley," I reply.

He turns and steps to stand in front of me, looking down at me with his cold eyes.

"Is that all?"

"Is that all? Obviously you never lived on the streets of this planet. What you're offering is more than enough," I say with a chuckle in my voice.

He does something I don't expect. He laughs. I lift my brow and chuckle again, adding to the sound in the room. Without warning, his arm whisks out and he clutches my throat again.

"I get the impression, you're lying to me."

He squeezes to emphasize his words. I scoff softly and shake my head.

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

"I think you do."

He pushes me back onto the bed and with his other gloved hand, rips my top open, exposing full breasts. With one hand still on my throat, he leans down and encompasses my nipple with his mouth, making me moan. He squeezes, muffling the noise and takes the nipple in his teeth, biting sharply. I wince but shiver despite myself.

My legs lift to wrap around him, but his empty hand presses one back down on the bed harshly, drawing the other one with it. He moves to the other nipple, taking it in and repeating the bite. I try again to moan, only to have it squeezed off by his grip. My hands move up to touch his head and he lifts his body, removing his hand from my throat. He grabs my hands and pins the above my head with one of his. The other goes to work dragging off my skirt and tossing it aside.

Next comes his slacks. He forces them down and leans over me, pressing his erection into me. I moan softly. Bringing his lips to the side of my face, he trails them on my skin and draws my body to the edge of the bed.

I look up at him and our eyes lock.

He thrusts himself into me, not breaking our gaze. I cough slightly, the feeling taking the air from my lungs. I struggle worthlessly against the hold of his hand on my wrists and thrash my head as he begins a quick and deep rhythm. With each thrust, my moans escape, louder and louder. He releases my hands and lifts, causing me to wrap my legs around him.

Gravity pulls on me, pushes him further into me than before as he manoeuvres us toward the wall. My back hits it hard and he begins the pace again, using the wall as leverage. I reach up, scratching my nails along the textured wall. I can feel the erection swelling inside of me as I begin to constrict in my own climax. I try to hold in a scream of ecstasy, but from my lips erupts a sound of both pleasure and pain. He growls against my neck, continuing to thrust until he is fully satisfied.

He leans against me for a moment and slowly draws himself from me. My legs fall to the floor with a thud and I lean my head back against the wall, with a grin spreading over my lips. He brings his lips up to my ear, placing one hand on my side and the other near the air field panel on the wall.

"I know who you are... Cellinda." His voice pours over me and I tilt my head toward him.

"Of course you do."

"Not that.. version.. of you."

I meet his eyes and suddenly the bottom of my stomach drops out. I try to stand up a bit better, get my bearings, but the hand on my side keeps me in place.

"It was a bold move for the Rebels to send a spy in here."

My breath comes quicker as the pace of my heart begins to race again, this time not from the sensual experience, but fear. I jerk to push him off of me, but he is far too quick and grabs my arms, lifting them above me. I try to kick him away, but only move him so much as to hit his hand against the air field controls, turning it off.

We begin wrestling and move out onto the balcony. The lack of his medication causes Vader to gasp, but his strength continues. He pushes me against the railing and I get one firm blow in against his head. He shoves me to protect his head and I lose my balance, only to find myself plummeting to the ground. He pauses before leaning over to watch my descent into darkness.

***

Moving back inside, Vader reanimates the air field and releases more medication into the air. Reaching his desk, he presses the comlink.

“Commander. The application from Cellinda has been... denied."

End

Alternate Ending

He shoves me to protect his head and I lose my balance...

I hear voices. But not his. Others.

I open my eyes and move my head. My body is sore, but intact. A large bruise shrouds my pale skin in almost every place possible.

A bikini is the only the covering my body with the exception of one thing. I reach numb fingers up to my neck, and surrounding it is a leather collar. My fingers trail along it until they bump a chain that leads to the wall.

I look around the room and realize I'm in his quarters. I furrow my brow and try to speak, but nothing comes out. My eyes widen and I try again, my shaking hands move to wrap around my neck.

"I have decided to keep you."

His voice emerges from behind me.

I jerk and look at him.

"Now... who sent you?"

End (possibly to be continued)

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