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Title: The Dark Lord and His Mistress
Author: Schmootika (schmootika@yahoo.com)
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Vader, OFC
Category: Challenge fic, PWP

Summary: An answer to a personal ad placed by the Dark Lord.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything in the Star Wars universe and I am making no money from my writings so don't sure me Uncle George. If I did own it, I would have a naked Sith Lord with me and would not be writing this story.

It was 9 am when I stood on the landing platform waiting for the airspeeder that was supposed to meet me. For a few minutes, I stared at the horizon wondering if I was doing the right thing. Then the 'speeder pulled up and an officer got out to help me step down into it. I looked down at him and smiled as he averted his eyes from mine. Funny, it seemed he was apprehensive. I could feel that he was slightly scared of me. His fear rippled through the Force and made me smile. I always liked it when they feared me.

I was quite an imposing sight. Platinum blonde hair cascaded down my back to my waist, six feet tall without the four inch boots, not as young as I used to be but not hard on the eyes either. I picked out a nice little leather number to wear that day, black corset with red piping and a matching short skirt. I noticed the officer stealing looks at my legs as we sped across the city to land in a private hanger.

Upon arrival, I was escorted through the corridors to an elegantly appointed sitting room.

The door opened and a Lieutenant came in. He looked me up and down, and nodded.

"Suitable."

'Suitable?' I thought as he eyed my curvaceous figure. 'Suitable for what or whom?'

The Lieutenant then turned on his heels to leave.

"Who am I here for?" I asked, slightly perturbed that no one had really spoken to me since I had been picked up in the morning.

"You will soon find out, my dear. You are braver than most. The others did not even make it into the 'speeder."

He then left me alone in the room.

To occupy myself, I wandered about the room, admiring the artwork, running my fingers over the intricately carved chairs, and studying the view from the transparisteel windows. This place was on the square near the Imperial Palace, but before I could work out exactly where I was, I heard the whoosh of the door and felt large ripples in the Force.

Measured steps. Even mechanical breathing.

I slowly turned around and found myself face to mask with the second most powerful man in the Empire. My heart skipped a beat and my breath caught in my throat. I knelt down in front of him.

"My Lord, I did not know it was you that needed my services."

I let a small grin cross my face.

"You may leave if you wish, now or after I tell you why you are here," he coolly stated. "I have no intentions of holding you against your will."

He began to stride around the room, his long cape billowing with each powerful step he took.

A nod was my answer. I would stay for his explanation, at least.

"My position requires that I maintain a harem,' he bluntly admitted.

I didn't react. This was common knowledge. The Emperor himself had a number of concubines.

"You have passed the screening process, and I have decided to spend a day in your company to see if you are suitable," he told me.

'A day to see if I am suitable? What does he want me to do?' I thought to myself.

"Whatever you think will convince me to take you as one of my concubines," he replied to my thought. "You have exactly one day to do so."

I raised my head to stare at him, not surprised. The stories were true, then. He was a mind reader and I could tell he was very strong with the Force.

A low rumbling chuckle emerged from his mask.

I nodded, but it wasn't really necessary. He already knew what my answer would be. He could feel the waves of excitement rolling off me.

"Very well," he decided, and for some reason I suspected he was pleased that I had chosen to stay. "Introduce yourself and tell me why I should keep you..."

He moved closer to me and extended his hand to help me get on my feet. I looked deep into his mask searching for the man behind it, but he grabbed me hard about my arms.

"Do not try that again," he said as he shoved me away.

I blinked and straightened myself as I looked at his mask, "I apologize, my Lord. I do not know how to control myself at times."

I sensed great anger flowing from him, and I tried to block out my feelings and his as I moved closer to the Sith Lord.

He abruptly turned to me, "I was not aware that you are Force sensitive."

"I am sensitive, but not very strong. My Grandmother was from Dathomir and she taught me a few things before she passed on. I did not mean to invade your thoughts; I am truly sorry, My Lord."

I took his hand and placed it on my cheek as I felt his rigid stance relax. He cupped my face, and I let out a small sigh and looked into his mask, my eyes smoky and lids heavy.

As I moved my hands to encircle his I asked, "What may I do to prove myself to you, My Lord?"

"Tell me more about yourself."

He walked over to the chairs and sat on the edge of one as he motioned for me to take the seat across from him. I could feel the power radiating from him and it stirred desires in me.

"My name is Prie Lanas. I was a smuggler for a few years but I tired of dealing with the Hutts. I decided to use my more, shall we say, ample assets to make a few credits."

I grinned at him as I began to weave my tale. I could sense a smile from him as well. I told him a few of the more exciting tales of my life as a smuggler and the worlds I had seen. He sat in silence, occasionally nodding his head.

"I have not been in this business for long, and I decided that I needed something more substantial. It is not that I tire easily, but I became rather bored with the same old parties and conversation. When I saw the ad, I thought this might be my ticket to bigger and better things."

"You do not strike me as someone who would be willing to be a kept woman."

I could feel him gently trying to probe my mind, but I tried to keep my walls in place.

"The excitement of being here, with you, would make me happy I believe. I think we could have much fun."

I bit my lower lip and rose from my chair to kneel in front of him.

"I am quite sure you have had many women that have promised you anything you want. I cannot do that. I am willing to give you my company and myself, totally. I am a loyal person and I will not shy away from you, My Lord. I will be at your disposal."

I took his hands in mine and lightly kissed them. The smell of leather, the steady breathing and the feeling of power and lust rolling off him made me want to do anything to stay with him.

He reached up to me and placed his hands on either side of my face, "You will be mine body and soul. You will not have the freedoms you have now. I need to be sure you understand."

He began to probe my mind again. I could feel feather light touches trying to get me to open up. I let my walls down just a bit and he took the lead. I could see images of my life intertwined with images from his. He was probing me but he had left himself open to me as well. I could see a young man, with piercing blue eyes gently holding a small brown haired woman. He abruptly stopped and shoved me away from himself.

"I will not allow you access again," he said as he rose from his seat, swiftly jerked me to my feet, and led me toward the door.

"I am sorry, My Lord. I told you I do not know how to control the powers I have."

I lowered my head and waited for him to throw me out of the room, but it did not come.

I could feel his grip on my arms tighten, "You will stay the day with me and then I will make my decision."

His hands began to move lower as he pressed against me. I could feel anger and passion radiating from him and it made my head swim. I tried to move my body against his, but his firm grip did not allow me room. He turned me around and circled my waist with his strong arms.

"You will stay," he said again.

That was not a request but a command. His Force fingertips ran down my legs and beneath my skirt as he held me close against him. He moved one of his hands to brush against my stomach before moving to cup my breast. The feeling of having so many fingertips rubbing and brushing against my skin was overwhelming and I shuddered as he moved his other hand to raise my skirt and press against my dampness. I moaned as he began to circle my sensitive nub with his expert fingers. Leaning further back, I nuzzled my head against his shoulder and breathed in deeply as he inserted two fingers deep inside me.

My world was awash with colors and intense feelings of lust for this man. I whimpered as he pulled me away, then I heard a snap and he shoved me hard against the wall. Grabbing my skirt, pulling it up to my waist, he left me exposed, and quivering under his gaze. He studied my figure for a moment as I felt the waves of lust increasing from him.

Grabbing both my hips, he ran the tip of his enormous member against my wet folds. I gasped loudly as he slid into me, filling me completely and stretching me as he thrust in to the hilt. Steadying myself, I placed my hands against the wall but my knees started to buckle.

His grip on my hips held me firmly as he began to slowly thrust in and out of me. I hung my head as the feelings of lust, anger and excitement washed over me. The sensation of him stretching me and the feel of his leather-clad body slapping against my naked skin was overwhelming. I could feel, taste and sense him in my very being. Feeling through the Force what my body was doing to him made me groan as he began to thrust harder and faster.

My breathing came in harsh gasps as I felt his grip tighten, leaving marks that would be visible for days. His Force hands grasped my breasts and circled my nub as he sent me over the edge. I arched my back as my orgasm overtook me. Moaning and crying out his name, I writhed and squirmed against him. My muscles still pulsing, I felt him swell inside of me and heard him growl as he released his hot seed into me. As I tried to catch my breath, he pulled out of me and I heard the snap again as he moved away from me.

"Yes, you will stay," he said in a matter of fact way.

"Yes, My Lord," I said as my panting subsided. "I will stay."

I could sense another smile on his face as he moved to stand beside me.

"Now, tell me more about your life," he said as he folded his arms and gazed at me.

It was hard for me to think about anything at that point but the feeling of him inside me and the quick intense passion we had just shared.

I tired to compose myself as I stood up on wobbly legs and made my way over to him. I grabbed his hands and put them to my face as I stared into the mask of the master of my fate. Yes, I decided, I would stay with him, if he wanted to keep me.

"My Lord, you can find out anything you wish from me."

I closed my eyes and let all my defences down. I felt him moving inside my mind, searching for all the things he needed answers to. As he probed deeper, I tried to stop myself from touching his mind. I wanted to know everything about him, but I knew I would be punished if I tried. After what seemed like an eternity, he released me and ran his hands down my body until they came to rest at my waist.

"Come with me. You need food," he commanded.

It was only then that I realized it was quite late in the day and I hadn't eaten since this morning. How long had he probed my thoughts, what did he find there? Would he keep me? In the short time I had been with him, I concluded that I wanted to be with him. I could not believe that I was so easily enamoured with him.

Will you keep me? I sent the thought to him as he led me through the corridors.

We will see, he sent back.

***

The Dark Lord led me to a nicely appointed room. While not very spacious, it was sumptuously decorated. The tall dresser was made of a dark wood carved with ancient symbols. The bed was equally impressive, with four tall posts all carved in the same language.

"You will remain here," he stated coldly as he turned to leave me.

I caught his arm and he stopped.

"I will wait for you, my Lord," I said in a deep, smoky voice as I grasped his hand and rubbed his gloved fingertips across my lips.

I could sense a grin and felt a ripple in the Force as he paused to admire me.

"Very well," and with that, he walked across the room and left me.

Feeling his presence still lingering, I began to investigate the room. The closet was stocked with a lovely selection of clothes that all seemed to be in my size, so I decided to change and freshen up before he returned to me. My fingers ran over several different dresses until I came upon a black silk and lace one. `That will do nicely,' I thought with a smile.

A chime at the door halted my steps.

"Enter," I bellowed.

The door slid open and a small woman came in carrying a tray of food.

"My lady, I am Stepha and I have been sent to attend you," she said with a low bow.

"Very well," I said in an indifferent tone. "You may prepare my bath."

Stepha bowed again and hurriedly left me to do as I commanded.

`Commanded,' I thought with a smirk. `I'm going to like this.'

Devouring the delectable foods which were left for me, I realized I was hungrier than I thought. Rising from the table, I began to undress and felt a familiar presence. Closing my eyes, I tried to focus on that feeling but it was like trying to catch smoke with my bare hands. The presence left as soon as it had arrived.

Shrugging off the strange feeling, I walked into the fresher. Stepha had my bath ready and I sank down in the pleasantly scented water and sighed happily.

Looking up and waving my hand I said, "You may leave, Stepha. I will require your assistance later when I dress."

"Yes, my lady. I will wait for you in the bed chambers." She left me to soak.

I closed my eyes and let my thoughts wander. What was behind the mask? Why was there such anger coming from him? Would he keep me?

My desire and need for the Dark Lord was like nothing I had experienced before. I was not used to feeling this way. Being a road-hardened woman who needed no one else to complete my life, it surprised me that now I wanted nothing more than to bow down to this man and serve him.

I was acting like a schoolgirl with a crush. Why my feelings were so intense and why they surfaced so quickly, I did not know.

Rising from the bath, sighing, I studied my reflection in the mirror. Could I be happy as his concubine? Why would he want to keep an old woman like me? The answers never came and I sighed as I set about applying sweet smelling lotions to my body.

Returning to the bedchambers, I found Stepha waiting for me. She assisted in dressing me and fussed over my hair and makeup. When I turned to look in the mirror, I was quite pleased by my appearance. The long gown showed off my curves and my hair was arranged so it cascaded down my back and over my shoulders in long curls.

"Very well, Stepha. You may leave," I stated, smiling at her.

"Yes, my lady." She bowed as she left the room.

Turning to sit on the bed, my thoughts raced back to the man who was my obsession. I felt his presence as he entered the room even before I heard his breathing.

Gazing at him as he walked to my side, I felt a sigh escape my lips. He reached out a hand to me and I grasped it as I stood next to him smiling.

"I believe you could be very useful," he said in a low rumble that made my insides quiver.

Breathing in deeply I replied, "Useful and quite fun, my Lord."

My eyes fluttered as I felt his lust and power washing over me like a tide in the ocean. Moving closer to him, I encircled my arms around his waist. Laying my head against his strong chest, I deeply inhaled the smell of leather and savored the strength that was coming from him.

"It will be my pleasure to become your concubine, my Lord," I sighed as I nuzzled against his chest.

"There are things you do not understand about me and what you are consenting to do. You will be at my disposal and mine alone," he coldly stated.

"I will be your property, my Lord?" I asked, cocking my head and stepped back and looking into his expressionless mask.

"In a sense, yes. I have not had a concubine in some time and the Emperor now insists that I have several. You will not be the only one in my bed." He walked away from me and began to pace around the room.

I could feel conflicting emotions from him: hate, desire, anger, possessiveness, resentment, and passion.

As I crinkled my nose I said, "I do not think I am willing to be your possession. I like my freedom to much to be kept like a trophy."

Giving up my independence was not something I could easily do. I wanted to be with him, desperately, but I wanted it to on my own terms. I should have known better than to tempt him and then pull away, but I was too headstrong for my own good.

"Being your lover would be my pleasure, but I will not surrender my life to you," I said sweetly as I moved toward him and grasped his hands in mine to kiss them tenderly.

He pulled his hands back from me and rumbled, "You knew what was expected of you when you accepted the invitation."

His hand ran through my hair and harshly grabbed hold of me. He jerked my head back and looked at me, my neck straining against his hold.

"I will not tolerate betrayal," he growled.

"I will not betray you, my Lord, but I can not be kept like a caged animal," my voice trembled slightly.

"You will stay here for the night, I have things to attend to," he released his hold on me and pushed me away.

"As you wish, my Lord," I said through gritted teeth as he withdrew from me.

"Good," he growled and in a black blur, he was gone.

Pacing the room for a while, I tried to calm myself and not let my emotions get the better of me. He was no doubt testing me, trying to feel me out. My anger toward him was almost overwhelming. My impulsiveness had sent me here without a second thought as to what I was getting myself into and my hard headiness made me come up against a brick wall, one in black leather.

Feelings of rage and passion were blinding me. How could I want to be with a man who thought of me only as his possession? I knew that I should not stay with him, but when I was in his presence all my common sense went out the window. Sighing, I leaned against the bed and tried to get a hold of myself.

I needed a bit of rest if I was going to deal with him when he returned. Crawling into the massive bed, snuggling against the sheets, I stretched out and grabbed a pillow. The scent of leather and a spicy muskiness lingered on the pillow and I rubbed my face against it. Oh damn, the smell of him was everywhere.

It would be best if I tried one of Granny's calming techniques. Maybe I could draw my thoughts away from my predicament. I lay on my back and closed my eyes, trying to think of peaceful thoughts. Letting my mind clear, I slipped into a deep sleep.

My peaceful slumber did not last for long.

Sensing a familiar presence, I sat up in bed. I did not hear him but I saw someone standing in the shadows. The presence was all over me, rushing my senses. Leaning back, I closed my eyes and let the delicious sensations flow across my body. Moaning, I felt thousands of fingertips running across me, touching, nipping, and gripping. Opening my eyes, I looked into the blue eyes of a stranger. I jumped and sat bolt upright.

I tried to scramble away but the stranger grabbed my ankles, held me firmly, and grinned wickedly at me.

"Who are you and why are you in my Lord's room?" I yelled at him.

It is mine and I shall do as I please in this room with whoever is in it, he pathed to me.

My Lord? I sent back, not knowing if this was a yet another test or a cruel trick. It was his voice in my mind but this could not be him. Looking deep into the stranger's eyes, I searched for some clue.

You are mine, Prie, he sent to me as he crept up my body, using his soft lips and rough tongue to leave wet trails on my body.

Confusion was clouding my mind but I closed my eyes as I felt him nibble and bite at my neck. He bit my pulse point and I moaned loudly as I tried to press my body against his. Force bonds held my hands firmly at my sides and I strained against them.

Making his way up to my lips, he hovered just above them. I felt his hot breath against me, his weight pressing me firmly against the bed. My body was arching, straining to press against this handsome young man and yet through the Force I could only sense Lord Vader's presence.

As I felt the stranger leave, my eyes opened to look into the mask of my Dark Lord. He was standing at the end of the bed gazing at me with his arms folded across his massive chest.

A relieved smile came across my lips and I tried to move toward him, but my hands were still held tightly to the bed. I felt my body being pulled toward the end of the bed, my gown bunching up around my waist, until I came to rest in front of him. Craning my neck, I tried to peer into his mask as he ran his hands up my legs and gripped my hips.

Unable to stand the silence, I carefully asked, "Was that you?"

He stopped his ministrations and looked at me. "That was how I used to be."

Overwhelming feelings of sorrow and hate emanated from him and I muffled a gasp.

"I prefer you as you are now," I stated as I gazed longingly into his mask.

"You do not know me, Prie. You have not seen me," he said in a low whisper dripping with sadness and rage.

"I would like to know you, my Lord. And see your true self as well." I spoke with all the genuineness I had in my soul.

In time, I may allow you to see me. You WILL not ask again, his thoughts burnt into me.

I could tell this was not a subject which was open for discussion.

As you wish, my Lord, I sent back to him as bit my lower lip.

He grabbed my hips roughly and pulled me closer to him. His mechanical breathing was loud in my ears as he threaded his hands through my hair. My wide spread legs rested to either side of his hips, my feet were covered by his cloak as I strained against his grip in my hair.

I will take you in any form that I wish, anytime I wish, his thoughts hit me like a sharp blow.

A possession, that's all I will ever be. A toy to be used for his amusement. At that very moment, that sounded just fine to me. I wanted him to use me as he wished as long as he came to my bed every night. I was willing to give up everything just to be with him.

My eyes fluttered closed as he let his free hand follow the curve of my hip. Feeling him run his hand up and down my inner thighs, teasing me with light touches, I moaned loudly. His other hand was still firmly wrapped in my hair and I sensed a grin come over him as he looked down on my body, quivering at his very touch.

I reached out to touch him but the Force bonds were still restraining me. He continued his assault on my senses as he released my hair and ran his hands over every part of my body. The feel of his leather-clad hands kneading and teasing my breasts through the thin silk of my gown was sheer pleasure. As he moved lower, I could feel intense desire rolling off him and it made my breath catch in my throat.

He pushed my legs further apart and I looked down as I heard the snap and thump of his codpiece falling to the floor. I licked my lips as he uncovered his throbbing member. Leaning forward as much as my bonds would allow, I looked deep into the eyes of his mask. Moving closer to me, he ran the tip of his hard shaft up and down against my wetness. My body trembling with passion and lust, I whispered his name as he pushed just the tip inside of me. I felt his mind touch mine as we savored the waves of pleasure coming from both of us.

He growled as he thrust his entire length into me. Gasping and arching my back, I felt him fill me completely. He did not move inside me right away - he was teasing me, testing my resolve. Little by little, he withdrew and slowly thrust back into me, causing me to shudder against him. I leaned forward to watch him slide out of me; he was slick from my juices and throbbing powerfully.

Grunting loudly, I saw him gradually push himself into me, inch by pleasurable inch. This man was driving me out of my mind. My hips instinctively met each thrust and I whimpered as he began moving faster. He grabbed my legs and raised them higher so he could angle himself to hit my sweet spot. Groaning and fisting the sheets beneath my still bound hands, he pushed me closer to ecstasy.

My passion was rising to a fevered pitch as I threw my head back and cried out his name. Suddenly he stopped. My head flew back to look at him and my eyes went wide.

"Please…don't…stop," I panted.

Look at me. I want to watch you, he growled inside my head.

Fixing my eyes on him, slowly, torturously he began to thrust inside me. The feeling of him pounding into me, and the smell of our sex combined with the scent of his leather almost took me over the edge. Feeling my body start to quiver, I strained to keep my focus on him.

My senses were overwhelmed, my body was convulsing, and I came – shouting out his name. I twitched and writhed as my muscles contracted around him and I felt him reach his own climax. With a low guttural groan, he came, his head reared back and his regulated breathing was over-ridden by gasps. I savored the feeling of his spasms inside me and the passion radiating from him.

He steadied himself with arms splayed to either side of me as we both tried to catch our breath.

His breathing returned to its normal pattern and he moved away from me to stand at the end of the bed. A shiver ran down my spine as I saw him staring at me.

He turned his back to me as I heard the snap of his codpiece.

"Are you pleased, my Lord?" I asked with a wicked grin on my face.

"Yes," he calmly stated as he turned to face me.

He was a dark vision and my passion-filled eyes raked over his towering figure. That vision seared into my memory - his thumbs tucked into his belt, his expressionless ebony mask, and his flexing muscles under his leather armor.

Hearing the comm-panel chirp, I felt his annoyance as he strode across the room to answer it. I did not pay attention to his conversation. Finally free of my bonds, I stretched and slid from the bed. Turning to go to the fresher, I was startled when he came up behind me.

"Wait here," he said as he ran a hand through my hair.

"I am not done with you yet." I felt him smile as he roughly tugged my hair before leaving the room.

I could not help but grin as I sighed and walked into the fresher.

This was going to be a long night.

As I stepped into the fresher, my mind slowly began to phase back into reality. I let the warm waters wash over my body and my thoughts return to my Dark Lord. Why did it seem my body and mind opened so readily to him? Did I not have control when I was in his presence?

My brow furrowed as I tried to come to grips with the situation at hand. He would treat me as merely as a possession when I was in his presence, which seemed just fine at the time, but now I was having trouble dealing with the idea of being kept.

`It would have its advantages,' I thought as I let a smirk come across my face.

As I turned off the water and stepped out of the fresher, I realized my heart was thudding strongly in my chest. "Calm down girl," I whispered as I placed my hands on the vanity trying to steady myself. My vision was wavering and my knees gave way as I crashed onto the floor. Shaking my head, trying to clear the fog, I wrapped my arms around my body in an attempt to slow my heartbeat. It felt as though my heart was trying to beat out of my chest and the pain was piercing.

My mind flashed back to my younger days and the abuses I inflicted on myself. The pleasures of spice and the damage I did to my body must be catching up with me.

I tried to concentrate and slow my breathing, just as Granny had taught me so long ago. At last my breathing slowed and I felt my heart rate decrease. `Good,' I thought as I let calming thoughts take hold of my being and regulate my body.

Once I finally felt better, I rose from the floor and slowly made my way to the bedchambers. My head was still fuzzy so I decided to meditate for a while to let my body come back to full charge. I knew I would need all the strength I could muster when my Lord returned.

Sitting cross-legged on the floor, I slipped into a healing trance and let the Force envelop me. It surrounded me like a warm blanket and I sighed as I felt it swirling in and around me, penetrating every part of my being.

I was lost in the sensations and completely unaware how long I stayed in the trance. It felt so good to let myself go and embrace the energy of the Force. Slowly I began to sense another's presence. It was a familiar feeling and I did not open my eyes nor break my concentration as the presence moved closer.

I felt hot breath on my neck and a warm body slide against me. Shuddering, I felt my Lord's lust wafting off him as he put his arms around me and ran his teeth and soft lips down my neck. Realizing he came to me as his former self, I reached down and clasped his hands in mine as I brought them to my breasts.

His body was firmly pressed against my back and he wrapped his legs around me as he teased and kneaded my breasts. His muscles rippled under his skin as he moved one of his hands down my stomach to the nest of curls between my legs. My body was no longer my own as I surrendered to him. Leaning back, I rubbed my check against his face and opened my eyes to see his smoky blue orbs staring back at me. Arching my back as he inserted two fingers into me, my gasps drowned out by his mouth claiming mine.

I could feel his arousal pressed against my back as he continued to bring me closer to the heights of ecstasy. The rhythm of his fingers and the thrusting of his tongue made me whimper and writhe against him.

He took me almost over the top but stopped short of the summit. As he pulled his fingers from me, I groaned and pushed my lips into a pout. I heard him chuckle in my mind as he unwrapped his long legs from me. Moving to stand before me, I gazed up right into the main object of my desire. Looking down on me, he licked his lips and grinned wickedly. I did not need a command from him to know what he wanted.

Raising myself up on my knees, I locked my eyes on his as I stroked his hard thighs. Savoring the sensations of his muscular frame, I instinctively pressed my legs together. I grasped his firm buttocks and ran my lips up his inner thigh. Feeling the hard length of flesh twitch by my check, I smiled as I turned my face and ran my tongue from the base to the tip, slowly delighting in his musky scent.

Taking my time pleasuring him, I relished every inch of flesh as I eagerly slurped. I could feel the pleasure rolling off him and it only served to increase my own. As my pace increased, he reached down and ran both hands into my hair, roughly fisting them as I heard his moans echoing in mind.

He looked like a man possessed, eyes slightly squinted, mouth open and lips pursed. I marveled at the power in his thighs as he thrust forward. His neck muscles taut, his arms straining and his breathing came in short gasps as I increased my pressure on him. I felt him swell and his thrusting became more urgent. He came as I heard a loud groan reverberate in my mind. His eyes turned a cold black as I held onto him and enjoyed the sensations of his climax as they washed over me.

Looking down at me, his eyes returned to icy blue as he smiled and bit his lower lip. He pulled away, tossing his hair back, and he sent me visions of the carnal pleasures that were to come. My eyes fluttered and I reached up to rub my breasts as he began to walk around me. His body was once again behind me and I felt his smooth lips and sharp teeth on my neck as he pathed to me, Your time will come soon.

I felt his presence leave and I sat back down with a sigh. He had drawn me to him and I had taken the bait. I was a plaything indeed, HIS plaything. Rocking back and forth, I tried to quell the burning need he kindled in me. Shaking my head, I rose and went to the com panel to call Stepha. I needed to be pampered for a while.

Stepha arrived just moments later and asked, "What may I do for you, my lady?"

I turned to glance at her and realized by her stunned look that I had never clothed myself. Never one to be ashamed of my body and still quite aroused from my Lord's teasing, I sauntered to her with a lustful grin on my face.

"What are you willing to do for me?" I asked her, my voice low and husky.

I never noticed the beauty of my little handmaiden. She was petite but with large breasts and tightly restrained auburn hair. Her green eyes seemed to twinkle at my question.

"I...I am at your disposal, my lady," Stepha stammered out, lowering her eyes as I moved closer.

Sensing her excitement and apprehension, I reached down and raised her face to get a closer look. I bit my lower lip as I felt an overwhelming need pulsing through my veins. My Lord may have me as a possession, but he did give me Stepha and I commanded her as I saw fit. Running my fingertips along her jaw line, I quickly decided I could enjoy her company indeed.

As I gazed into her emerald eyes, I felt she was afraid. Bending down, I rubbed my face against hers and she shuddered, her hands clamped in fists at her side. Chuckling, I released her and walked toward the closet. Was she afraid of me or something else?

"We will see what you can do for me, little one," I smirked as I ran my hands across the gowns.

Stepha cautiously moved toward me as I selected a thin black gown. Turning to face her, I handed her the gown, then rubbed against her as I moved to the dresser, and sat before it. She placed the gown on the bedpost and came to stand by my side.

She leaned over my shoulder, brushing against my exposed skin and picked up the hairbrush. Slowly, she began to brush my long hair as I watched her reflection in the mirror. The sensation of her hands in my hair and her warm body pressed against my back did nothing but add fuel to my fire. I sighed as her eyes met mine; hers wide with anticipation and mine dark with lust. I took hold of her hands as I stood in front of her.

Reaching around her, I removed the pins holding her hair and let loose the cascade of auburn curls. Leaning down, I pushed her chin up so her lips were ready for the taking. Softly, I pressed my lips against hers and felt no resistance. Our kiss started slowly, tasting and feeling each other. I wrapped my arms around her and deepened our kiss as she eagerly opened her lips to allow my tongue to caress hers. The sweetness of her lips and the shyness of her demeanor impassioned me.

Stepping backwards, I broke our kiss and gazed deep into her eyes as I led her to the bed. Sitting down, I pulled her close to me and ran my hands trough her hair as I claimed her sweet lips once more. My fingers grasped the front of her gown and pulled it open.

My eyes fell upon her full breasts and I cupped my hands around them as I moved my lips to kiss and nip at her soft neck. Stepha moaned against me as she stroked my hair, her fingers trembling slightly. Working my way down, my lips leaving wet kisses down her neck, I nibbled the soft ample flesh at her chest. I teased her as I ran my tongue around her nipple before I drew it into my mouth.

Her sighs were music to my ears and I roughly pulled at her nipples with my fingers and teeth. I lifted my head to look into her eyes and then, with a grin on my face, slid back and patted the bed beside me.

Stepha wriggled out of her ripped gown and climbed into bed beside me. I forcefully pushed her back and moved my body to cover hers. My lust was overtaking me, fogging my mind and I could think of nothing more than teaching this sweet little creature the ways of carnal love.

Rubbing my legs against hers, I threaded my hands though her soft hair. She smelled of lavender and vanilla and I breathed her scent in deeply before going further. Groaning, I nuzzled against her face as I started to grind myself against her leg. She reached down, grasped my breasts and massaged them as she turned her face to mine. I felt her breath on my neck as she moved to nibble me. "Harder," I sighed. Gasping loudly as she bit down hard on my neck, making me want her even more.

I moaned as I caressed her, letting my hands wander down her body to the moist spot between her legs. She was already wet and I shuddered as I dipped my hand. Closing my eyes and gritting my teeth, I moved my fingers through her moist curls, listening to her impassioned sighs. By the gods, this was going to be fun.

Raising myself up, I moved down her trembling body to plant myself between her legs. Her scent made my head swim as I kissed and licked her inner thighs. Stepha whimpered as I teased her, moving her hips to angle my lips closer to her hot wetness. I smiled as I parted her soft lips and blew on her sensitive nub. She writhed and gasped as I inserted a finger into her. Keeping my eyes fixed on her; I bent down to lick and suckle her nub.

Stepha's eyes were tightly shut as she fisted her hands in my hair. I increased my efforts and plunged another finger inside, feeling around for her hard little sweet spot. Her moans and the pressure put on my head told me when I found the right place. Her juices flowed freely as I brought her to climax.

Groaning loudly, her tight muscles contracted and convulsed around me. Stepha was a beautiful vision with her head thrashing from side to side, mouth open and eyes dark with passion.

Slowly, I withdrew my fingers as her breathing began to return to normal. Hungrily, I tried to lap up all her sweet musky cum before I rose to capture her mouth in a voracious kiss. She grabbed my hair and deepened our kiss when she tasted herself on my lips.

Rolling over on my side, I pulled her on top of me without leaving her lips. Stepha propped herself up on her elbows and looked down at me through heavy lidded eyes. She bent down and started to lick and run her teeth across my hardened nipples, kneading my breasts as she went lower. Stopping to gaze at me, she licked her lips as he reached out to part my lips. Her touches were light and tentative as I let her explore me. My breath caught in my throat and I did my best to hold back from roughly pushing her against me and grinding into her face.

Bending down, I felt her lick my inner folds and settle herself between my legs. I arched my back as I grabbed a handful of her hair and moaned against her. She was a very quick study and soon had me bucking and squirming against her tongue and fingers.

My breathing came in gasps as I felt the first waves of my climax rushing toward me. As I threw my head back and started to convulse around Stepha, she suddenly pulled away from me. I stared in disbelief as I saw her on the floor, kneeling before my Lord.

In my urge to please myself, I had shut out all other distractions, including him. There was no telling how long he had stood and watched us. I did not sense anger from him but he was agitated and definitely filled with lust.

`He must have liked the display,' I thought as I looked into the eyes of his mask.

"I warned you not to betray me, Prie," he hissed at me as he stalked over to the bed.

"I did not betray you, my Lord. You gave Stepha to me and I am only making sure she is up to my standards," I leered at him as I slipped off the bed and stood next to him.

Stepha was still cowering on the floor and I knelt beside her and stroked her hair. Lord Vader did not move towards us but I could feel anger welling up in him.

Helping her to her feet, I turned to Vader and said, "She could be useful to both of us, my Lord."

He approached me and I felt him entering my mind. My eyes fluttered as he searched my feelings and saw what I wanted him to do to both of us. I sighed as he replayed my fantasies before my eyes. Mine and Stepha's bodies intertwined, panting and moaning and him roughly thrusting into me. Then Stepha was replaced by the vision of his former self, with the Dark Lord still in command. I was sandwiched between the two parts of the same man.

As he retreated out of my mind, he reached out and grasped my arm tightly. His hold increased and I gritted my teeth. I could tell he was intrigued by my visions but he wanted control over this quickly escalating situation.

"You may keep her," he grumbled, "but I will decide if she will be allowed to join us, not you."

He released my arm and glared toward Stepha who was still shivering in my arms. I took her over to the bed and handed her gown back to her.

"You need to go, Stepha. I will call you if your help is needed." I smiled at her, bent down and kissed her forehead as she nuzzled against me before running from the room.

"So, I expect this means you wish to keep me as well, my Lord," I sneered as I turned to him.

Looking at me with his arms crossed, my Lord was unusually silent. Cocking my head, I smiled and placed my hands on my hips waiting for an answer.

He reached out for me, roughly grabbed my hips and said in a low rumble, "I will keep you for a while, yes. But you will learn control if you wish Stepha to remain, unharmed."

"Yes my Lord," I replied as I lowered my head. Suddenly, I felt very protective of my little handmaiden. I wondered if he would still allow me to play with her as well.

"In my absence, you may entertain yourself with her. But know this, Prie, I will not be denied. You will be at my disposal," his mechanical voice was even colder than usual as his hands gripped me tightly.

"Thank you, my Lord. You will not be disappointed," I said, reaching up to take hold of his strong arms.

Raising a hand to my face, he stroked my cheek as he said, "And I may allow you at least one of your ideas, Prie."

Raising an eyebrow, I grinned widely at his statement. It did not matter which one he wanted to indulge me in; the fact that he was going to indulge me at all was more than I'd hoped.

The scenes of my handmaiden and I kept playing though my mind and I could sense my erotic images were having an effect on him. Feeling his hand run though my hair, tugging at it harshly, I sensed his excitement rising as I flooded my mind with thoughts of the things I wanted him to do.

My Lord shoved me against the wall and groped my body. His mechanical breathing rang loudly in my ears as he moved his hands down to my breasts and roughly kneaded them. Sighing, I pressed my body against him and reveled in the sensations of his leather-clad hands upon my naked skin. His hands traveled lower, I gasped as he ran his fingers over my wet folds.

Then his hands left me and went to relieve him of his codpiece. Using the Force, he raised me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist. Rubbing his now free member up and down my wetness, I shuddered and grabbed his shoulders. Keeping me from pressing against him, he watched himself thrust into me. Groaning, I looked down and watched him in turn. The Force bonds held me firmly against the wall as he grabbed my hips, tilted his mask upward to look into my eyes and thrust in to the hilt. With lust-glazed eyes, I gazed into his mask as he sent Force fingers to tease my hardened nipples.

I released my mind to him and let my body's sensations wash over him. His grip tightened as I felt him lower his defenses and allow some of his lust to swirl around within me. Closing my eyes and holding on for dear life, I gasped as I felt my body tighten and contract against him. He pounded into me with abandon and I felt my head banging against the wall with every powerful thrust. Not able to stand the sensations any longer, my body convulsed and I screamed out his name as a mind-shattering climax took hold of me.

Not stopping his almost brutal pace, he soon threw back his head and groaned as I felt him twitch and spasm deep inside me. His climax permeated me, body and mind, driving me to bite my lower lip to keep from fainting. I panted against him and rested my head on his armored shoulder as we came down from our climaxes.

Slowly, he pulled away from me and fastened his codpiece back in place.

I stood against the wall and was still reeling from the experience we just shared as he said, "I must leave for now."

Pushing my lips into a pout, I said, "If you must, my Lord. I look forward to our next, um, encounter."

I let a big smile come over my face as I bit my lower lip and looked at him through dark, passionate eyes.

"Indeed," he said, almost in a whisper as he caressed my face.

I rubbed against his hand and inhaled deeply, taking in the combined smell of my scent and his leather. Feeling ripples in the Force come from him, I could sense him smiling behind his dark mask. He was pleased.

My Lord turned to leave and paused at the door and suddenly whirled around to face me. Standing by the door with his arms crossed, he leaned against the wall and sent me images of himself - his former self, with Stepha and me together in a squirming, passionate embrace. Grinning widely, I moaned and licked my lips as he played the scenario in my mind. Just as my eyes fluttered closed, the images were gone and so was he.

`Damn tease,' I thought as I strolled over to the fresher.

After a relaxing shower, I crawled into the bed for some much-needed rest. My sleep was peaceful and uninterrupted by dreams or nightmares. I awoke to the sound of my door chime. I rose and covered myself in a silken robe, then palmed the door controls and let Stepha in. She brought a tray of food and some much needed jawa juice.

After devouring the meal, I turned to my little handmaiden. She looked a bit shell-shocked and I figured the night's escapades were wearing on her.

"My Lord did not harm you, did he?" I asked as I took another sip from my cup.

"No, my lady. He did not lay a hand on me," she said as her eyes lowered.

"Really, Stepha, you can tell me," I replied as I rose and stood beside her.

Running my hand through her hair, I felt her shiver against me as she said, "He, um, sent me thoughts."

Moving in front of her, I ran both hands through her hair and held her firmly in place as I tried to reach into her mind. I had to know what he sent to her. My skills, not perfected by any means, only allowed me to sense her emotions. I could not delve into the deep reaches of her mind.

"He scared you, but yet you felt aroused by his presence," I spoke in a whisper as I leaned in close to her.

She looked up at me with worry in her eyes as she said, "Yes my lady, I, uh, was very frightened but…" Her words tailed off as
the door opened.

I did not turn around; I could feel who entered my room. Stepha tried to look around me but I turned her face up to mine and leaned in to kiss her gently. As I felt my Lord move closer, I smiled against Stepha's lips.

Do you wish me to stop, my Lord? I sent to him.

No. You may continue, he sent back as I felt him move into the shadows of the small room and cloak himself in the Force.

Snickering, I led Stepha to the bed and sat her down beside me, making sure my Lord would have a good view.

"But what, Stepha?" I asked as I softly ran my fingers through her hair.

"I, um, think I liked it," Stepha replied as she snuggled next to me.

I turned to look into her eyes, and with a devilish grin I said, "Fear can be very useful."

Grabbing her harshly, Stepha's breath caught in her throat as I quickly dragged her up the bed. Placing my legs on either side of her hips, I held her firmly to the bed and looked into her eyes – now suddenly wide with surprise.

I could feel her excitement as I snatched the front of her dress and ripped it open with both hands. As I lowered myself to nibble at her ample breasts, she moaned and sighed. Stepha arched her back and reached down to thread her hands in my hair when I took hold of her.

"No touching, my dear," I smirked as I reached under the pillows and retrieved a pair of thick leather straps.

Lacing the straps around her wrists, I tied her securely to the bed then paused for a moment to look at my handiwork. Laid bare before me, Stepha's legs quivered with anticipation as she bit her lower lip. Feeling her lust wafting off her made my head start to swim - especially since it joined with the excitement coming from my Lord. He was well hidden; not even his mechanical breathing could be heard.

Rising from the bed, I went to the dresser to retrieve a blindfold, letting the gown fall from my body as I walked. With a knowing glance in my Lord's direction, I returned to the bed and crawled up Stepha's now trembling body.

As I placed the blindfold over her eyes she whispered, "Please be kind, my lady."

My only response was a chuckle and a soft kiss. Running my hands through her hair and down her soft supple neck, I placed heated kisses along the sides of her neck. Nibbling on her breasts, I moved down her body, enjoying the sensations of our naked flesh pressed together. The moans and sighs from Stepha were music to my ears as she writhed beneath me. I could sense the erotic sights and sounds were having the desired effect on my Lord.

As I slowly made my way down her firm body, I stopped to kneel between her legs. My breath caught in my throat as her aroma almost overpowered me. She was hot, wet, and ready for anything I wanted to do to her. I settled between her legs with my rump in the air and started to lick her wet folds. Feeling a change in the room, I saw my Lord approach the bed and move behind me. Closing my eyes, I sank lower on my hands and knees as I felt him stand behind me.

He ran his hands down my thighs and thrust two fingers deep inside me as I did the same to Stepha. Bucking wildly against my hands and face, Stepha came hard and covered me with her sweet juices.

Feeling my Lord leave me, I saw him move to the front of the bed as he pathed to me, Tell her.

I moved up her body and whispered into her ear, "Take care of my lover for me, Stepha."

Kissing her passionately, I moved back down her body as I saw my Lord kneel on the bed and grasp the headboard as he placed his hard member between her lips. The scene was too intense for me not to be caught up in the erotic display. I began to rub my breasts and tightly pinch the nipples but before I could move my hands lower, I felt a pair of hands grab me and push me down on my knees.

Looking up at my Lord, I saw he was watching me and had slowed his pace. Smiling widely, I looked over my shoulder to find the beautiful figure of his former self gazing back at me. His younger self crawled over me, covering me with his body, and rammed into me at the same time the Sith Lord plunged into Stepha's mouth.

We moved in unison as I was filled and pawed, while simultaneously getting the joy of watching my Lord receive pleasure from my handmaiden. I was the first to climax, shuddering and screaming as my body reached fevered pitch. As I panted, straining to keep my legs from collapsing underneath me, I saw my Lord increase his thrusting into my handmaiden as his former self mirrored his actions with me. Then I heard My Lord groan loudly as he grabbed Stepha's hair and sank in to the hilt. He came in her mouth as his younger form came in me.

The younger Vader laid on me as his breathing slowly returned to normal. I glanced up to see my Lord still firmly holding the headboard, his regulated breathing faster than usual. As he pulled away from Stepha, I felt his other self pull out of me as well and place a gentle kiss on my lower back.

Moving to retrieve his discarded codpiece, his mask turned to me and I smiled as I rolled over on the bed.

"Thank you, my Lord," I sighed as I moved up to remove Stepha's restraints.

Before I could turn back to him, the door already shut. I released Stepha and laid on the bed as she curled up in my arms. Together we fell into a deep sleep.

Another piercing pain stabbed through me, jolting me awake. I had no time to move as the pain shot down my arm like searing lava in my veins. Stepha was peacefully asleep and I could not scream nor reach out to her. As I felt the pain subside, I began to sense myself floating. Pleasure, and a sense of well being filled my every pore as I became one with the living Force.

EPILOGUE:

"My Lord, I do not know what happened," Stepha said through tear filled eyes.

"She is one with the Force now," Lord Vader replied as she went to the bed where Prie's body lay. Though saddened by her passing, his heart had not opened to this girl. She had only been there for his pleasure and now he needed another.

He turned and strode from the room, pausing at the door only long enough to issue another order. "Stepha, call the agency and tell them to send the next applicant."

END

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