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Title: Her Lord Vader
Author: Alisha (webmistress@artisticvelour.com)
Rating: NC-17
Category: challenge/PWP
Characters: Vader/original female

Summary: A potential concubine and Vader...

Disclaimer: George owns everything, greedy gus that he is.

Part I: Her Lord Vader

Wanted: Companion for high ranking military officer. Must be intelligent, pleasant to look at, and prepared to deal with the unexpected.

Vader read over the ad again as he strode to the ready room to meet the latest applicant. This was so ridiculous; he couldn't believe Palpatine was making him go through with it.

‘It's expected,' he had been told.

Wasn't it enough that he was the most feared being in the galaxy? Now he had to impress the herd with his sexual prowess too? So, fine he'd look over the new girl, he might even accept her, anything to get the Emperor off his back, but she wouldn't be Padme... No one could replace his Padme, even now almost five years later thoughts of his beautiful wife filled his mind at the most inopportune moments, he dreamt of her nightly. With an impatient shake of his head, he pulled his mind away from memories of perfumed white skin, and beautiful brown eyes.

He entered the large space with long quick strides, he was annoyed, she could feel the force swirling around him in agitated sympathy. Tanna had tucked herself into a cold white chair, directly beside the door, the better to observe his entrance.

"Good Morning, my Lord," she said in her throaty contralto.

Vader, already in the center of the room, whipped around to face her, his cloak flaring dramatically.

"Good...,” his voice trailed off, and for a second only the mechanized rasp of his breathing filled the void.

Suddenly, she was flung out of the chair, and tossed to her knees in front of him. Leather clad fingers, pinched her chin cruelly as he lifted her face to his. In his other hand, the red beam of his ‘saber flared to life, inches from her neck.

"Good Morning, Jedi…," he rasped in a cold, deadly tone.

‘Oh, shit…’ she thought, how could he know?

She had never met Anakin Skywalker; while he had been busy killing her friends and classmates, she had been posted on Friinar, at the other end of the galaxy. As far as she knew only her, and two others, had escaped the slaughter, it had taken three years to find her comrades, and two more before this opportunity to get close to the Sith Lord had presented itself, and her shielding was perfect, blast it! He shouldn't have been able to sense her, her chameleon talent had always kept her safe; no other Force user was ever aware of her Jedi status unless she chose to show them.

"What is it you were trying to prove by coming here Master…” she felt his mind prying at hers … “Master Ruise?" he asked.

His thumb stroked her cheek as he waited for her reply. He should have just killed her and been done with it, but he was intrigued, and she was very beautiful. Large brown eyes looked up at him, fear and defiance warred in their liquid depths. The shape of her face, her pale skin and full lips, even the long chestnut hair…it was all so familiar. He traced those trembling lips, they could have been sisters.

"Cousins actually," she said, in response to his unshielded speculations.

His heart tripped, before resuming a steady, though quickened rhythm. Her cousin?

*You lie!*

‘In for a penny…' she thought, letting all of her shields fall.

Vader pillaged her mind; the shock as her memories were torn apart had her whimpering in pain. He replaced the lightsaber at his belt to stroke his fingers through her hair, massaging the tense muscles at the base of her skull, even as he was raping her thoughts. Padme had liked to be touched like this when she was upset and he was, unconsciously, trying to soothe Tanna in the same way.

When he finally released her, she sagged unconscious, only his hands cupped around her head prevented her from crashing to the floor. Laying her down gently, he sent a strong message to the inferiors sharing the ship with him.

"I am not to be disturbed!"

He stalked around her graceful, scantily clad, body… his thoughts chaotic. She was here to spy of course, and kill him…if possible; but he would have known that without sharing her mind. It was the hate coursing through her which interested him more, passionate, intense, …useful. And while one tiny part of him cried out at the pain it caused, a much larger part contemplated the emotion with satisfaction; with that much anger bottled inside, she could be turned. Bending down, he stroked back the silky curls from her white forehead, before gathering her in his arms. She would be turned, she would be his! No other outcome was acceptable, he wouldn't lose her again.

Tanna drifted awake slowly, when she finally opened her eyes, it was to find herself lying ensconced in the arms of a handsome blue eyed man…he looked familiar. Then it came to her, five years ago his image had been all over the Holonet, Anakin Skywalker.

"Vader," she hissed scrambling away.

"Lord Vader," he corrected, in a deceptively mild voice, regarding her with amusement as she huddled in the corner of the large bed. "So far, I have to say, I'm not very impressed with your qualifications for this position Tanna…"

He patted the warm spot her body had left beside him.

*Convince me to spare you…* he sent, showing her the lewd images rampaging through his mind.

Tanna gasped as she was assaulted by the erotic thoughts, her body flushed with arousal, in spite of the disgust the Sith Lord inspired in her. The illusion he was maintaining wasn't helping either, while intellectually she knew he was no longer the exquisite young man in front of her, her body didn't seem to care.

"You can't be serious," she spat.

Vader leaned forward on his hands and knees, stalking her like a cat as he moved across the bed, his body swayed hypnotically. Tanna watched his predatory approach in an almost trance like state, following the sensuous glide of his movements with a deep feminine appreciation. It was the wicked smirk on his face, as he closed in on her that gave her the strength to leap away, not very far though; a Force shield was surrounding the mattress.

Trapped! She tried to slide sideways but his arms came up to block her, leaning against the shield like it was a wall.

"Why wouldn't I be serious?” he asked with quiet menace. “Did you not apply to be my concubine…” his head dipped as he lowered his mouth to hers. "To be my whore…?" he whispered, before sealing his mouth to hers.

Tanna's body tensed in expectation of a brutal assault, it didn't come. Instead his lips moved gently against hers, his tongue teasing her, clearly asking for entrance…asking, not demanding. She responded without thinking, opening for him, in spite of herself. He flicked his tongue against hers, and then retreated; and again the briefest hot tangle, before pulling back. She whimpered in frustration, curling her hands around his shoulders to hold him in place, and deepening the kiss herself. Her first attempt was a trifle clumsy, being a Jedi left her naïve in this area, but he schooled her frantic thrusts with patience, and they soon set up an electrifying rhythm, with her being the one to hungrily plunder his mouth.

Vader smiled against her lips, that was almost too easy… she was quite the passionate little creature, and her innocence left her wide open to sexual manipulation. He groaned as she started sucking on his tongue, such a quick learner too.

‘Okay, enough…’ he told himself, he had to stay dispassionate while he broke her, or else he might find himself broken in turn.

Pushing her away abruptly, he sneered into her dazed face, as he fisted his hand in her hair.

"A virgin whore…," his voice dripped sarcasm. "Really Jedi, how were you planning to seduce me with such pitiful skills?"

Tanna's eyes filled with tears, what had just happened? Surely that hadn't been her kissing him so passionately, kissing a Sith...but he had been so tender, it had felt so perfect. Not for him apparently. She was inadequate, he was right …what had she been thinking? She had been fully prepared to sleep with him to accomplish her mission, but what had ever made her think he would want her, she had absolutely no experience. A virgin whore…it was laughable. Why didn't he just kill her already? And why did his rejection hurt so much...she tried to turn her face away, but his grip only tightened.

Vader watched her reaction to his cruel words. He had to concentrate fiercely on his objective in the face of her obvious misery, what his mind was telling him to do was completely at odds with what his heart wanted, which was simply to pull her into his arms and soothe the hurt he was causing.

"Since you're already here,“ he snarled, “we may as well finish this."

Tanna found herself flipped onto her back, the young man's body pinning her firmly to the mattress. No, not the young man, she told herself angrily, Darth Vader…Darth Vader had her pinned to the mattress, he was going to rape her, and then most likely kill her. She struggled against him in a mounting panic; he just chuckled, holding her easily beneath him, he was so much stronger than her on every level.

‘This is pointless, she thought, willing her body to be still, ‘you're a Jedi Master…you will control your own destiny.'

Tanna reached for her inner calm, letting her spirit come untethered, choosing to end her life, rather than allow this desecration.

He looked down at her in admiration, not letting an ounce of it show of course. She was so strong, so beautiful, he was dying for her. When he felt her start to slip away into a death trance he laughed in delight, her will was tremendous!

"I think not, whore…" he said. ‘I won't let you go, my love…’ he thought, using his own remarkable will to force her back into her body.

Tanna cried out as she was jerked back, her body jumping beneath his.

"I think not, whore," he jeered.

Oh light, this was unbearable.

"Just get it over with Vader," she growled.

He pulled her arms up over her head with one hand, using the other to rip the silk shirt dress off her body. He let his gaze travel over her; she had small high breasts, firm and gently rounded, and a tiny little waist that swelled erotically into the curved shape of her hips. Plucking at her demure white panties, he glanced up at her in wry amusement.

"A virgin through and through…"

"Fuck you," she hissed.

He tore her underwear off easily, and then came up to his knees, using the Force to replace his hold on her.

"Yes, you'll certainly be doing some of that," he remarked offhandedly, as he slid the black shirt over his head.

Tanna tried to turn her gaze away from the gorgeous expanse of flesh, but found she was denied even that small freedom. Unable to avoid it, she took in the densly muscled abs, and toned pecs. It's an illusion…she told herself again, not real… she repeated the words like a mantra as he undid the ties on his pants. His hands moved with agonizing slowness as he played with the knots, finally they came untied, and rather than letting the loose material slide quickly off, as was its want, he inched it down tortuously. Her eyes drank in the sight of his tight smooth stomach; finally his pubic curls came into view, an inverted vee, slightly darker than the hair on his head, the movement stopped just short of revealing the long, thick erection pressed so temptingly against the dark fabric.

Tanna realized she was growing faint from lack of air, and sucked in a breath, her eyes darted up to his face as she become conscious of how long she had been staring. Vader was smirking at her hugely, her cheeks flamed with mortification… the bastard. This time when she tried to turn her head away he let her, probably too distracted by how hard he was laughing.

He couldn't help but laugh, she was so wonderful, even thinking she was about to die couldn't dampen her innate sexuality. He looked forward to seeing that hot look in her eyes again, as he finished undressing and lay down beside her. He turned her head back to his, and stroked his fingers along the tear tracks under her lashes; he licked at the salty dampness, before leaning over to kiss her, the taste of her misery still fresh on his lips.

She swore to herself that this time he wouldn't make a fool of her. When he kissed her she didn't encourage him in any way, refusing to respond.

This time she only heard the laughter in her head.

*Don't fight me little one*

He stroked the lightest of touches over the pleasure centers in her mind, and as she gasped predictably, he surged inside. No timid exploration this time, she was his, and she was going to acknowledge it. As his tongue thrust aggressively into her, his mind continued to feed the desire pulsing through her body.

Tanna was stunned by her body’s betrayal, in less than two seconds her resolve had died. Oh, but how can you fight this, she thought as she wantonly opened her mouth wider to the delicious assault. It was only when she realized that the continuous high pitched cry was in fact coming from her did she muster the strength to try and push him away. To no avail of course, but Vader feeling her ineffectual press against his chest, raised his head to look questioningly at her.

"Problem?"

"Don't do this," she begged looking earnestly into his eyes, trying to find an ounce of humanity in them. "If you’re going to rape me, just…go ahead, but don't do this…don't make my last hours …so humiliating."

Surprisingly, she thought she did see a brief flare sympathy in his blue eyes, before the icy coldness shuttered back into place.

"Don't do this?" he asked snidely, pushing at her mind much more strongly.

Her body started to buck out of control as the pleasure washed over her.

"Please stop!” she cried out.

*Never*

He rolled on top of her, pulling his mind back slightly, only enough to ensure she didn't come. The feel of her body as it writhed against him was amazing, and the way she looked with her eyes squeezed shut, tears pouring down her cheeks, as she trembled on edge of orgasm…his heart swelled with love. He kissed her throat, and down her ribcage, rubbing his cheek along the sweet swells of her breasts. Tanna was starting to sob, and he listened to the sounds she was making deep in her chest for a moment, a faint smile on his face, before taking one of her tiny rose nipples between his teeth. He bit at it gently, then soothed it with his tongue, before again biting harder, marking her, at the same time as he pressed fully into her mind, deciding it was as good a time as any for her first orgasm.

*Tanna…* he sent calmly through the frenzied Force waves surrounding her.

Tanna felt stretched too thin, she couldn't concentrate, couldn't escape the mind numbing pleasure, and he wouldn't let her go, just continued to hold her there over the precipice.

*Tanna…* he sent again, letting the torment lessen enough for her to answer him.

*Please, she begged, please…*

*Shhh,* he whispered in her head, *Shhh. I'll give you what you want Tanna, what you need…I ask only one thing in return.*

*What?* she sobbed silently back.

* I want you to acknowledge who is making you feel like this… who your allowing to make you feel like this…say my name.*

"Vader," she breathed.

The sudden sharp sensation of a heavy slap against her ass, combined with a brutal shove in her brain made her scream.

*We've been over this…WHAT'S MY NAME?*

"Lord Vader", she panted, weeping uncontrollably.

He gnawed at her breasts, and let the dammed power of her climax sweep through her.

*Again…*

"Lord Vader…"

Her body thrashed in ecstasy, lifting them both off the bed to slam back against it. She was going to die … it was too much, and still she felt him in her mind, fondling, pushing. The swells were coming fast and furious now, she couldn't stay afloat, it wasn't pleasure… it was pain, a wonderful, magical pain. She was screaming, she could hear it, but she couldn't seem to stop. He brought his hand down between her legs, giving the swollen nub there a deep, cruel pinch.

*Again…*

"LORD VADER!" Her voice broke…the strain on her vocal cords too great as she fell headlong into unconsciousness.

***

He smoothed her wet hair away from her face; even though she had passed out, her body was still twitching, and tears still streamed from her eyes. Darkness, she was beautiful. He brought his hand over his rigid cock, stroking it idly, maybe he should take care of this while she slept, wouldn't want the fun to end too quickly. No… he could wait; this was about her, not him. Next time, he would make her acknowledge that she was his; his hand tightened around himself at the thought, pre-come oozing down his length. He groaned softly… and before the day was over, she would be screaming out her love.

Her love for him, her Lord Vader.

Part II: I Belong to You

With a small regretful sigh, and a final gliding stroke, he released his aching erection.

He thought the shield out of existence and swung his legs over the side of the bed. After pausing to ensure she wouldn’t wake up while he wasn t there, a simple twist of the Force, he strode across the spacious bedroom, through the adjoining door, and into his private office.

When he reached his desk he slapped on the holo display bringing up the startled face of his first commander.

“L...Lord Vader is anything wrong My Lord? How may I be of assistance?”

Even though the display only had one hue, blue, the man’s face had blanched alarmingly.

‘What in the Darkness is wrong with him?’ wondered Vader.

The man was clearly in a state approaching panic.

Then, with a start, he realized that he wasn’t wearing his helmet, a mistake he’d never made before. The fear and obedience he demanded required that he present a certain image at all times. An image he didn’t feel his own scarred face and bald head would uphold. With an impatient snort at his own forgetfulness he turned off the display, switching to voice only. He spared a second to snuff out the man’s life before addressing his Second-in-command.

“Commander Curlon, you have just been promoted. I require a Too-Onebee surgical droid in my quarters immediately.”

There was the slightest of hesitations before the man replied, “It will be done my Lord.”

***

He sat cross legged in the center of the bed regarding her intently

She had fallen into a more natural doze, and was curled on her side with her face towards him. In sleep the resemblance to his lost love was even more marked - her pale skin glowed in the subdued light, and her hair was a midnight shadow tangled around her shoulders. He was having trouble keeping his distance, both physically and emotionally.

An hour ago the medical droid had removed her hymen, a small procedure which took only seconds.

“She will feel a slight soreness,” it had intoned in its high inhuman voice, “which should pass quickly.”

Vader didn’t bother correcting its assumption.

Since then he’d been sitting in this same position, building his walls, preparing - there would be no more respites until it was finished.

He took one more deep, fortifying breath, before he crawled over and turned her gently onto her back. Before he woke her, he took the opportunity to press a soft kiss to her lips, imbuing it with all the tender feelings she inspired in him.

“Tanna ...”

Her brow puckered and she coiled tighter into herself, drawing away from his voice, already fighting him. He pressed his body over hers and twined his hands through her hair.

*Tanna!*

He wrenched her back to consciousness.

Her eyes flared open to find his handsome face only inches from her own. She felt his hardness pressed against her thigh, and the ache between her legs, and drew the obvious conclusion.

Her lip curled.

“Are you finished yet?” she sneered, bringing her arms up between them to push him away.

He smiled coldly into her eyes and caught one of her hands against his chest, drawing it slowly, but inexorably, down to his prick. She gasped as the velvet hardness slid under her palm. His other hand jerked at her hair, pulling her head back and baring her neck.

He lowered his head to nip at the sensitive tendon.

“Does it feel like I m done with you yet little one?”

Tanna tried to pull her hand away, but he held her firmly, pushing himself against her and, at the same time, tracing his tongue in lazy, hot circles over her collar bone and shoulders. She whimpered as the newly familiar shivers started to course through her.

‘Ah, Light,...’ she thought, ‘not again.’

His mouth moved up her neck.

“Yes again,” he murmured, “and again, and again, and again.”

He punctuated each repetition by sucking at the fine white skin of her throat, leaving a trail of small red marks. When he reached her ear he took the lobe between his teeth and whispered around it.

“Forever.”

She moaned helplessly, and threaded her free hand through his hair, pulling his head tighter to hers. Vader smiled as he felt her fingers start to move along his length of their own volition.

He tugged on the small piece of flesh between his teeth, pulling at it brutally, before letting it go to slither his tongue inside. Her body flexed against him in response, and her hands clenched spasmodically, both of them. The slight sexy sting of her nails on his scalp was nothing compared to the sharp pleasure he felt as her hand tightened fully around him. Before he could stop himself he groaned into her ear.

She froze as the unexpected sound broke the sexual spell he was weaving and became aware again of the heavy heat tucked into her hand. She pulled away quickly.

*My virgin whore * he laughed wickedly in her head, *who knew you were such a tease.*

Tears filmed in her eyes.

“I hate you.”

Vader lifted his head and smirked at her.

“Keep telling yourself that Tanna and maybe you can convince your body to believe it.”

He slipped inside her mind, his touch feather-light, so soft she didn’t realize he was there, and blew lightly on the flames of her desire. When her eyelids started to flutter closed he lowered his mouth to hers.

The tears escaped to course down her temples as he kissed her. His mouth was tender against hers, his tongue gently erotic as it licked at her lips before delving inside ... he was teasing her, proving his point. And he was right blast him, she couldn’t control her body s reaction.

She cried at her weakness as her tongue began to dance with his.

Another moan almost escaped him when he felt her capitulation, it wouldn’t last he knew, she would rally to fight him again, but for now ... she was his.

He skimmed his hands slowly down her sides in a soothing caress, admiring the silken perfection of her skin. When she didn’t react he allowed his hands to drift over the beautiful arc of her hips. Goosebumps rose under his fingers as he slipped down further to tease the flesh at the top of her thighs before curving underneath and cupping her soft round cheeks. She was trembling beneath him, and starting to make those delightful mewling whimpers again.

He was in control, in full control, until her hips started to roll beneath his.

“Oh Tanna...” he moaned, throwing his head back and grinding against her.

She opened her eyes in dazed surprise at the sudden exclamation. He was posed tensely above her, his body quivering with repressed passion.

Her lips curled up slightly and she rolled her hips again.

“I guess I’m not the only one who can’t control themselves,” she whispered throatily.

His head snapped back down, his expression incredulous. She was astonished also. Where had that come from? She couldn’t believe she was teasing Darth Vader while enjoying the feel of his body pressed against hers. Her eyes clouded with confusion, and she turned her head away in embarrassment.

Vader chuckled and leaned over to kiss her cheek.

“When you’re right, you’re right,” he breathed, raising himself slightly to bring his knees between hers.

He pried her legs apart as gently as he could, spreading them wide to receive him.

 She squeezed her eyes tightly shut. This was it, he was going to take her. After a few seconds she opened her eyes to glance at him questioningly. Why didn’t he just get on with it?

His body went very still as he stared down at her. She was so slickly wet that her thighs shone. A small thatch of dark, lustrous curls framed the ripe swells of her lips, and the full crimson bead unsheathed at their apex. His breath whistled in his throat. He tore his gaze away, moving up past her trembling belly to her lovely round breasts. She was breathing deeply in her fear and they rose up invitingly towards him on every inhalation. Her nipples were so tightly puckered that they looked like small sharp stones.

He exhaled slowly, and took in another deep breath. It wouldn’t do to come just from looking at her, although it was something he knew could easily happen if he wasn’t very, very careful. His cock was pounding, a delicious agony timed to the frantic beats of his heart He finally lifted his eyes to hers to find her looking back at him in bewilderment.

He hid nothing from her, his expression open, as she watched his face.

*You are so incredibly beautiful.*

In spite of herself she found her body relaxing into the deep mattress. Her cruel tormentor seemed to have disappeared, his place somehow taken over by this gentle young man; his features were suffused with an intense nameless emotion, could it be ?

No, that was blatantly impossible. The Sith couldn’t experience that emotion - that was common knowledge. She firmly brought her thoughts back to reality; this was just another game he was playing, another way to humiliate her.

He felt her pulling away from him, and the hurt was intolerable.

‘No, not yet, please...’ he thought desperately as he reached into her mind to still her retreat.

“Stay with me Tanna,” he said gently

He caressed her inside her head, playing with her body’s responses.

Her head began to thrash from side to side as the pulses built.

He watched ardently as her body flushed for him. When her hips lifted off the mattress, pushing up towards him, he gave in to the delicious temptation and slid down between her legs, to lower his mouth to the liquid lure of her sex.

Tanna struggled for breath as his tongue tasted her, teasing along her swollen outer lips. Reaching down to draw his head closer, she tried to press herself into him. She was crying again, and couldn’t make herself stop the pitiful sounding whimpers spilling from her throat.

He tormented her lightly, avoiding the center of her longing, immersing himself in the smoky taste of her. After an eternity he allowed his tongue to circle around the throbbing tip of her pleasure swirling, swirling ever closer. Her body bucked up to meet him as he finally pressed his mouth fully against her, and at the same time, slid two fingers smoothly, deeply inside the amazing heat of her body. He paused, savoring the unyielding clench of her muscles around him, so fabulously tight; before he curled his hand into a come hither gesture and stroked her ruthlessly.

“VADER!” her scream tore the air.

He stopped his movements at once; grasping at her climax and bringing it to a standstill, holding her pitilessly poised at the threshold.

*Try again,* he invited, his voice a heated burr in her mind.

Immediately she corrected herself.

“Lord Vader,” she moaned.

He held her immobile for one more second before allowing the waves to crash back down on her.

He replaced his mouth with the pad of his thumb, continuing the intricate rhythm of aggressive thrusts, and gliding circles, while he slid back up her body.

“Do you like this?” he whispered arrogantly into her ear.

“Yes!” she sobbed, her body convulsing around him.

How long could he hold her here? The sensations were too vast, too intense, to bear for this long perhaps this was how he meant for her to die.

“Yes? Well then, you should absolutely love ... this.”

In one quick movement he slid his fingers out of her, and with startling fluid ease, replaced them with a much larger part of his anatomy.

Tanna s eyes widened at the intrusion. She felt impossibly expanded. It seemed as if she could feel every vein along the thick satin length; the strong beat of his heart was transmitted through the blunt head nestled so deliciously against her womb, and her sheath throbbed in sympathy.

‘Shouldn’t this hurt?’ She reflected in a sensual haze of distraction, but then she remembered the soreness she had awoken to, and realized this wasn’t new territory for him. Instead of anger, the thought brought only a deep sense of gratitude, he’d already had her once, what harm could there be in enjoying more of him now?

Vader watched her carefully, searching for any sign of discomfort, but after her initial shock, she relaxed around him. At least she had relaxed as much as her purity allowed. Which wasn’t much, he acknowledged to himself as he gritted his teeth against the ecstasy of her taut, fluttering heat.

Tanna gazed up at him with a small sexy smile; her lids were heavy from the drugging pleasure, her lips swollen, her face flushed. The feel of her surrounding him and the look of her beneath him was almost too much. He dropped his head to her shoulder panting harshly as he frantically tried to distance himself from his body’s reactions. When he had composed himself by partly closing off his mind to the deep pleasure, he raised his head.

In his absorption he had let her orgasm die a slow, natural death. She was shuddering only occasionally now, as she drifted just above consciousness.

He pulled back in an easy, unhurried movement until the flared head of his penis caught against the small muscular ring of her opening.

“Mmmmm,” she moaned sweetly, letting her eyes drift open.

He waited for her pupils to focus fully on him before he pushed into her again.

“Lord Vader...” she gasped, “My Lord, I don’t think I can ... I can’t ...” Her voice trailed off into a high pitched cry as his pace increased.

*Too much it’s too much, please My Lord*

He pulled her up into his arms, letting her weight settle astride him, as he sat back on his heels. Now she could truly decide whether or not she wanted anymore. Immediately, she raised herself above him and without any preamble thrust back down, proving she was mistaken about what she actually did want. Even muffled the pleasure had him shouting out her name.

He was half-laughing, half-groaning as she worked herself against him. She was the embodiment of passion; he couldn’t keep up with her frenzied movements. He bent his head and took one hard pink peak into his mouth. She grabbed at his hair and twisted it in her fists as she rode him towards her climax. A climax that he hadn’t engendered, this one was all hers. She was magnificent.

When he felt her contractions start, the spasms burning around him, he whipped his head up and seized handfuls of her hair, lowering her face to his. He turned the full force of his will on her as looked deeply into her wild eyes.

*Who do you belong to Tanna?*

“I belong to you ... My Lord,” she sobbed brokenly, as she impaled herself on him in a mounting fury.

“Yessss,” he hissed, tilting her hips up and forward as he thrust into her fiercely while at the same time letting his shields fall.

“You are MINE!”

He surged inside her beautiful, tight body, over and over as his shout of triumph shook the room.

Part III: His Jedi

"You're mine," he repeated, in a voice so low it was barely audible.

Pulling her close, he allowed himself to collapse backward as the diminishing pulses quivered through their bodies, Tanna followed him down to end up sprawled in a boneless heap atop him. With lazy satisfaction he stroked her damp skin, long sweeping caresses from the nape of her neck to the middle of her thighs.

*Consider me convinced,* Vader sent, allowing her to sense the warm contentment he was feeling.

The Jedi raised her head to look at him in clear confusion.

He took in her dishevelled appearance and smiled with sensuous appreciation; her hair was a bird's nest of tangles, her lips so swollen they appeared insect stung, and two rosy spots of color sat becomingly high on her cheeks. Tanna looked like a woman who had been well and truly fucked; the timid virgin had been replaced by a gorgeous vamp. He felt his cock stir at the thought and dragged her up his body to press a hard kiss to her mouth, before answering the question in her eyes.

"I asked you to convince me to spare your life…and so you have. I'll have the contract sent up immediately."

"The contract?" she repeated slowly, her gaze sharpening.

"Yes, the contract…the concubine position, remember?" He asked with growing irritation as he pushed her up to sit astride his stomach-the better to read her expression. Tanna allowed herself to be manipulated into the desired position as she thought over her predicament.

"But my Lord, surely you don't expect me to continue with this charade?" she asked in heated disbelief.

Vader frowned slightly as he looked up at her, "The way I see it, you don't have any other options Jedi, I can keep you or kill you…which would you prefer?"

His eyes narrowed when she didn't reply immediately and he reached up to fondle her breasts, plucking at the engorged nipples.

*Answer truthfully little one, I'll know if you lie.*

Her head fell back and she placed her hands over his, increasing the delicious pressure.

"I won't sign," she whispered, pushing herself into his palms.

Vader's brow furrowed again. Had Tanna guessed that he would never carry through with his threats? He couldn't tell… somehow she was managing to hide a part of herself away from him, she really was so strong. With growing unease he realized that he didn't actually know if she was lying or not.

Did she hope to provoke him into killing her?

He sat up and pulled one of his hands away to bring her head forward. Their eyes were only inches apart and he focussed his power on her, the fingers of his other hand still busy on her body.

*Don't push me Jedi, there are worse things than dying.*

She said nothing in response, but he felt her anger rising as her eyes locked with his. The warrior strength he had first seen in them was back in strong measure.

`Not broken yet,' he thought with what should have been disappointment, but felt more like elation.

*I wouldn't dare Lord Vader,* she replied silently, her inner voice harsh with sarcasm.

Vader chuckled. This insubordination really was intolerable-she had to be punished, but for a split second he allowed his enjoyment in the exchange to distract him.

Tanna's eyes glinted dangerously, and she took advantage of his hesitation to push his hand away from her breast and lower her head to his own small dark nipple.

She was livid, and that emotion was very evident in the way her mouth closed over him with savage intent. Tanna twisted her head from side to side, the nub of skin caught tightly in her teeth. It was brutal, it was painful, it was…fantastic!

He groaned and grabbed at her head, trying to tame the assault by stilling her movements, but she responded by opening her mouth wider, taking in a large chunk of his flesh, and biting down with all the power in her jaws. Vader's breath hissed out of him furiously, and he tossed her off, her body landing in an ungainly heap on the floor beside the bed.

The warm seep of blood tickled its way down his ribs. The Sith Lord looked down in astonishment at the perfect crescents her teeth had made in his skin, slicking the stream up with one finger he licked it away as he climbed calmly off the mattress to stand before her.

Tanna had risen to her hands and knees. Her head came up swiftly when his feet landed in front of her, and one eye glowed in the dim light, the other was lost in the snarl of her hair.

Lord Vader looked at her coldly, and reached down to braid that snarl through his fist. Without saying a word he dragged her across the room, giving her no chance to regain her feet, and into a spacious room, a bathroom, though that didn't seem to be its primary function. Two walls were tiled floor to ceiling in black marble, the same marble that was icy under her knees, the other two walls - opposite each other - were mirrored. The center of the space was entirely empty except for two silver plated hooks imbedded in the ceiling. He led Tanna underneath these.

Ropes of matching silver chain, padded manacles welded to their ends, shot out of a nearby drawer as he hauled her to her feet.

"Of course I don't actually require your signature," he said, conversationally, as the chains looped themselves over the hook. "Who would comment if I kept you against your will?" The cuffs snapped tightly around her wrists, "No one would care…" his smile was vicious, "but you."

"However," he stepped back to admire his handiwork, tilting his head to the side as if she were a sculpture on display, "I'm afraid I can't allow your behavior to go unpunished. You will sign Tanna," he stepped forward and adjusted the length to bring her up onto her toes, she grunted in protest, and his grin widened maliciously.

The Jedi struggled against her bonds, still too angry to be properly frightened.

"You're a bastard Vader!"

He shook his head in mock grief at her stupidity, "It seems like all of your lessons are being lost little one."

She writhed as the first phantom smack landed on her skin.

"Darkness take you!" she screamed, trying unsuccessfully to twist away from the blows; they didn't actually hurt much, more of a hot sting. The point, she discerned, was humiliation, not pain.

Vader still stood in front of her, as casual as if he were discussing the latest racing scores over drinks. He even raised a make believe glass in a toast, "And you as well."

He laughed, tossing the fictitious glass over his shoulder and moving in close to hold her hips still for the spanking.

Tears burned in her eyes, but she looked up at him with a sneer, "My apologies… You're a bastard Lord Vader."

He just shook his head, an affectionate little smirk on his face, and said nothing, letting the increasing force of his strikes speak for him.

Tanna's ass felt like it was on fire, a massive red burn. When she could take it no longer she sent him the apology he was asking for.

*I'm sorry, my Lord.*

The blows stopped instantly. He cupped her face and looked deeply into her eyes, searching. One more vivid smack rang out and she cried out at the unexpected pain.

"You're not really," he murmured brushing his lips back and forth across hers, "but you will be."

His tongue snaked between her lips, and without any pretense she sucked it in hungrily. Vader moaned at her wantonness, `Gods, what game was she playing here?'

He took her mouth fiercely, a full out assault, trying to subdue her. But Tanna gave as good as she got, her tongue wrestling aggressively with his, and it was he who eventually pulled away - he had to, he was losing himself in her.

His nostrils flared with his heavy breaths as he stared at her in puzzlement.

"I'll admit to some slight confusion here Tanna," he finally said. "Do you want me or not?"

She pushed against him, as much as the chains allowed, and tucked her head into his neck.

*I want you, my Lord,* she agreed licking at the salt musk beading his skin. *You have accomplished that much.*

Vader smoothed his hands over her sore bottom, cupping and kneading it gently. The pain was a slow, delicious spiral ending deep between her legs, and her hiss of pleasure, breathed into his ear, caused his body to shudder.

"Then why won't you sign?" he groaned, tilting his head down to give her better access to his ear.

Tanna swirled her tongue delicately into it as she continued to send, *Because I'm a Jedi Master and you're a Sith Lord, because the first chance I get I'm going to try and kill you…know that. Because it's simply… impossible.*

Vader backed away from the torture she represented. Not once as she had ripped his heart out, had her mouth stopped moving on him, or her body ceased rubbing against him.

He paced around her in agitation as the reality of the situation sank in. The Sith couldn't take his eyes off of her as he circled. Tanna hung there at her ease, admiring his body in action as he flowed past. Her lust for him was plain to see. She was arched beautifully, her rosy ass thrust out behind her, her breasts lifted small and plump in front. A perfect portrayal of surrender, but the picture lied. It was she who had beaten him.

Vader stopped behind her and caught her eyes in the mirror, his anguish plain to see. The Jedi's lips curved into a small sad smile as she read his decision in his expression.

"Oh Tanna," he ground out, falling to his knees behind her.

His hands came around her waist and he pressed his face against her sensitized warmth. The tears in his eyes stung her abused flesh and she whimpered at the subtle pain. He laved her cheeks, easing the hurt, and she whimpered again as the sting receded to be replaced by a familiar want.

*I would have you inside of me one more time my Lord*

Her arms fell as the manacles snapped off, and in one fluid motion she slipped to the floor, and into his arms. He crushed her to his chest.

"It doesn't have to be this way little one," his voice was rough, deep.

She sighed at the ache his words caused, and lowered her mouth to his. It was her turn to soothe and cajole, and she was indeed a quick learner. Vader found himself responding to her gentle ministrations despite the sorrow clouding his mind.

Tanna pushed him onto his back and knelt over him, her eyes coming to rest on the tacky red residue smearing the right side of his chest. She trailed her finger over the curved marks her teeth had left, now an angry purple color.

"I'm sorry for the pain I've caused you, my Lord," she said, encompassing much more in that statement than the inconsequential flesh wound under her hand.

Before Vader had a chance to reply she lowered her mouth to his bruised skin and stroked it lightly with her tongue. His hand came up to smooth her hair, as Tanna tenderly ravished him. Moving on to his left nipple, she became much more forceful, not having missed his reaction the first time she'd taken her teeth to him. A jagged gulp of air was her pleasant reward.

When he tried to pull her back up his body she raised her eyes to his and shook her head, it was enough, Vader immediately let her go. Whatever she wanted, for as long as she lived, was what he had vowed to himself.

Tanna trailed kisses down his chest and stomach, taking her time, making it last, often circling back to re-explore an interesting ridge or a tiny mole. She spent quite a long while in the fascinating well of his navel. Vader's arms were raised above his head, hands clasped, and knuckles white with the effort required to remain passive. When her breath stirred the hair at his groin though, he couldn't prevent his hips from leaving the floor and seeking the moist heat he knew was close.

The playful mental slap on his ass made him laugh, and the words fell from his lips before he could censure them.

"I love you."

Tanna flinched, but that was her only response.

Vader looked down his body at her, and opened his mouth to say… something, he didn't know what. Keeping her eyes trained on his she forestalled him by licking up the length of his penis, one smooth breathtaking swipe. His mouth stayed open as he slammed his head back against the marble.

"Ow…Oh…"

The pain was instantly forgotten as she engulfed him.

It was only her inexperience that saved him from coming at once. The pleasure would build as she flicked against his responsive underside, then subside… only to swell again as she sucked hungrily at the tip, and again she'd move away. It was the most exquisite torture he had ever experienced, and he'd experienced his fair share.

Vader's arms slapped out straight from his sides, and his fingers scrabbled for purchase on the stone, as he fought his every instinct and let her continue.

*No more…*he sent in desperation, as she let another orgasm slip away.

Tanna's laughter in his head was only a little mocking.

*Yes more, my Lord, more, and more, and more…*

Her mouth rode him in long, deep strokes as she teased.

"Tanna please!"

She laughed aloud and released him, coming up his body to straddle his hips, and poise herself above the rounded, helmet tip of his erection, letting the suspense build. Vader lay dutifully still beneath her, waiting on her whim, loving her with every fiber of his being.

Finally she bit at her bottom lip, the sexiest gesture in creation, and lowered her groin to his. His hands came up to wrap around her waist, holding her still while he savored the feeling of absolute completeness. Tanna allowed the embrace for a minute before taking his hands, threading his fingers through her own, and leaning over to place them beside his head. This brought her mouth level with his, but she made no attempt to close the small gap, just looked deeply into his eyes. Then she began to move.

He stretched up to capture her lips, but she darted her head back.

"I want to see you," she whispered.

His cock leapt at her words, she felt the jump deep inside and increased her pace.

"And I want to see you little one," he groaned back. "I want to watch you come... now Tanna…come for me now!"

Vader reversed their positions, rolling to rise above her, and pushing himself deep inside-rough strokes-angling his hips to butt with painful force against her sweet spot. Tanna melted against the floor, too caught up in his extraordinary skills to maintain control. He disentangled his hands and grasped at her head taking her mouth with the same deep strokes he was using to take her body.

"Oh,Light." she groaned against his lips as the powerful spasms began to radiate out from the hard knot between her legs.

The relentless constriction of her orgasm, made him instantly slam down his shields. He wasn't through, not yet. The freedom from sensation allowed him to truly enjoy the view as she pushed away from his chest to increase the angle, bucking hard under him in her pleasure.

When she became calmer he gathered her close against him, and kissed her hair, eyes, cheeks, and finally lips.

Tanna regarded him fondly, "What about you, my Lord?"

With shock he felt her interfering with his shields, sensation came slowly trickling back into his perception.

Lord Vader gaped at her, "How are you doing that?"

"I have no idea," she shrugged. Her hips lifted slightly, and he couldn't help his little moan, "but it seems to be working." He clearly felt the next silky glide, and he desperately grasped her waist to keep her immobile.

`We must have linked…of course we have! How stupid am I?' he thought.

*Stop*

"It can't last forever, my Lord," Tanna gave him a tight, sad smile and raised herself again.

He pulled away and sat up. The Jedi stood lithely and backed a few steps away before reaching out her hand to call forth the lightsaber she had spied on the shelf beside the door.

Vader made no move to get up, just held out his hand.

"Give me that!" he snarled.

"We can end this now, or you can finish what you started Lord Vader, it's your choice."

The blade glowed crimson, reflecting against every polished surface in the room.

He glared at her impotently for a moment before surging to his feet, daring her to cut him down as he stalked towards her.

*Fine…you win again Jedi!*

He stopped in front of her, placing his hand over hers on the `saber and clicking it off. With a slight twist, he disarmed her and, taking the hand he had just emptied, pulled Tanna over to the closest mirror. Roughly he turned her to face their reflection. His arms came around her to cup her breasts, and with a gentle downward pressure he brought them both to their knees. One hand dropped lower, skimming over her stomach, to part the dark curls of her sex.

Tanna moaned and dropped her head back against his torso, spreading her legs wider to accommodate his fingers, her eyes never left his in the mirror.

Vader watched her ardently as he massaged her, brisk, sure caresses, when he felt her body clench in preparation he Force lifted her, and smoothly slid inside, never altering his rhythm.

"Tell me again that you're mine," he moaned against her neck as his own climax hardened his body.

She brought her arm up behind his head pulling it down and kissing him passionately.

*I'm yours, Lord Vader.*

*And tell me that you love me Tanna,* he cried in her mind.

As the ecstasy overtook him and he emptied himself into her shuddering body, tears were scalding down his cheeks. He pulled his mouth away from hers saying, "Lie to me…"

Tanna felt him slip out of her and turned in his arms, laying her head against his chest. His heart beat drummed loudly under her ear.

"I love you, Lord Vader" she breathed, barely audible.

His hands had crept up her back to rest at her throat. It was the quickest way he knew, painless, but as she spoke the words, he lowered them, unable to do it.

Vader pushed her away.

"Defend yourself," he said, flipping the lightsaber off the floor at her, and calling his own in from other room.

The liquid ease of movement as the Jedi entered her stance made him realize that being disarmed earlier had been her choice, not his.

He brought his own blade up and beckoned her forward. She was good…very good he noted, whirling easily away from her attacks, defending himself effortlessly, but not good enough. He tried to bring himself to end it, truly he did, but each time he slipped under her defences, he faltered at the killing stroke.

She was tiring now, each breath a gasp, sweat flying as she danced, so beautiful, his Jedi.

`I cannot kill her,' he thought helplessly.

The next time she closed he pretended to slip, baring his neck as he fell; not really leaving himself open, he was much faster than her, but she should have tried to seize the advantage.

She didn't.

It was as he'd thought. She couldn't follow through either…stalemate. He stood upright and regarded her wryly, before clicking off his `saber and tossing it away. Without saying a word he knelt at her feet and bowed his head, giving her a clean shot. There was no risk, he had shielded himself-an impenetrable barrier next to his skin. He felt the heat as she brought the beam across his neck.

Tanna's breath was loud and harsh above him, he remained silent, waiting to see if he had misread her. Finally the blade moved away, and he looked up at her with a smile on his lips.

She gazed at him in despair.

"I love you, my Lord" she said again clearly, but her voice was strangely empty, and he felt a fission travel up his spine.

*Tanna!*

His mind reached out for her as she brought the blade up in front of her throat. Reacting on instinct he crushed her hand, making her release the weapon. She screamed as her fingers lost their grip.

"No…" he said gently, rising to enfold her in his arms.

She sobbed into his chest brokenly…broken.

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