Author's Notes: This is short chapter, but hey you guys didn't have to wait a whole month for me to update! Yay?! Don't hate me.
A scene from the movie 'Shallow Grave' with Ewan McGregor (of course) inspired me to write faster and I might have incorporated that scene into this chapter as well ;) Enjoy!
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"Not too bad, Kenobi…" Asajj managed to breathe out between pants. "…but I still like it better when you're the one in chains."
Obi-wan hadn't been nearly as rough as Asajj was hoping for, but she still enjoyed it nevertheless. Though, her wrists and ankles were extremely raw and sore from being pounded from behind.
"I don't completely hate it sometimes…"Obi-wan whispered into her ear, mimicking the phrase she had said to him an hour ago. He was still behind her, arms wrapped around her with his head nuzzled into her shoulder.
"Ha-ha," Asajj sniped, humorlessly. "Don't make me regret saying that."
Obi-wan chuckled, lifting his head up. "I won't." He moved his hands around her body, while he kissed her throat. "...but I will agree with you. I do love pleasing you...serving you."
"Well darling if want to serve me then why don't you let me down?"
"Not comfortable?" He teased, resisting the urge to tell her, now you know how it feels. He cupped her breasts and groped them, resting his chin back on her shoulder. "I'm very comfortable by the way."
"Do I have to beg?" Asajj retorted, rolling her eyes. "Or worse do I have to say 'I like you' again?"
"A simple please wouldn't be amiss, my ill mannered sweet."
"Pretty please?" Asajj replied in fake sweet voice.
"Oh so you have learned some manners! I'm impressed," Obi-wan jeered back, letting go of her. He moved in front of her as he fixed his trousers. He had kept his clothes on for the most part.
"Bravo, my dear." He pretended to clap before he gripped her chin and kissed her, softly. "But I have to ask first…" His tone became a little more serious. "You're not really going to blackmail me, are you?"
Asajj swayed her body with the chains, innocently. "If you let me down, I'll tell you."
Obi-wan regarded her again but didn't say anything as he clenched onto her lightsabers in his hands that he had hooked onto his belt earlier before.
"You're smart not to trust me," Asajj observed. "But I promise I won't hurt you…unless you ask me to."
A corner of his mouth twitched, amusedly.
"If it makes you feel better, you can keep mine until I give yours and Skywalker's back."
Obi-wan titled his head, pleasantly surprised at her suggestion. He then wordlessly waved his hand over each cuff, releasing her from the restraints. Obi-wan knew better than anyone that one's lightsaber was their life, which essentially meant she trusted him with her life. Her gesture touched him.
Asajj didn't expect herself to lose balance, but her muscles had somewhat grown to use to be strung up and she felt herself begin to fall over as soon as restraints were pulled from her body. However, Obi-wan caught her in his arms before she hit the ground.
"It's a bit disorientating hanging like that for so long," Obi-wan commented on to make her feel better. "You get used to it…somewhat."
Asajj's instinct was to push him away, but she didn't and actually said something endearing back. "Obi-wan, I want to apologize about before…when I flogged you. It just needed to look like—
"It's alright," Obi-wan smiled, reassuringly. "I understand, but I appreciate the apology though, my dear." He then chuckled like something funny just occurred to him.
"What?"
"You really did learn some manners."
Asajj snorted and just pushed him away. She went for her clothes but had forgotten they were now pieces on the floor.
"And I want to apologize for ripping your clothes up," Obi-wan chortled. "I knew it would be a bad idea." He pulled at his own tattered tunic. "Here—
"I don't mind," Asajj winked, dismissing his kind offer. She used the forced to pick up her belt off the ground, and called a droid to bring her a robe and the prisoner's lightsabers on her comlink.
"Darling, I must implore you to put something on immediately," Obi-wan murmured, eyeing her lustfully. "Because I don't think that droid will come here in time before I have you up against that wall."
"Oh is that so?" Asajj smirked, also looking him up and down. He looked so battered and wore out. "How are you not tired? Don't you want a break?"
"If you have been as celibate as me, you wouldn't want a break either," Obi-wan informed her. He then pulled her into a long wet kiss, wrapping his arms around her.
Asajj stopped him before it could go any further, tugging on his tabards. "Let's go to my quarters first. A bed would be welcomed, wouldn't you say?"
He tenderly grasped her shoulders and gave her lovingly squeeze, and smiled, "Yes…that actually sounds really lovely." Though, his grip grew firmer when his face suddenly grew somber like he was remembering something.
"But to be clear…" Obi-wan slurred. "You aren't going to use that footage against me?"
Asajj shrugged his arms off her and rubbed her chin, thoughtfully. "Well when I think about it…if I were to send that footage to the Jedi council, I am fairly confident that your precious Jedi Order would keep that footage locked in their achieves and not release for anyone to see. Because if they ever did, it would tarnish their image, and I doubt the Jedi would want their name smeared, especially during a war. Wouldn't you agree?"
Obi-wan made no response and kept a straight face, but Asajj could see the worried look in his eyes.
"…so I do not think Dooku would ever see it and so I wouldn't go down with you."
"Possibly, but do not think the Jedi council wouldn't find ways to use it against you too—
Asajj put a finger over his mouth, cutting him off. "I wasn't finished, dear."
Obi-wan raised an eyebrow.
"I'll admit...I would have to be pretty desperate if I were to send that footage to them," Asajj finally revealed, confirming she wasn't going blackmail him unless under extreme circumstances.
"I see…" He relaxed a little since he was glad to know she wasn't going send it off if she had a random urge to. Taking her hands in his, Obi-wan gave her a cheeky smile before inquiring, "But what would I have to do for you to destroy that footage?"
"I would never—
"Be your slave for a bit perhaps?"
Asajj opened her mouth to reply but made a dumbfounded face instead when she processed what he had just said. She instantaneously got a flutter in her stomach at the thought, but she wasn't sure if he was serious or this was some kind of role playing game he was proposing.
He had been angry about being blackmailed not that long ago and now he wanted to be her slave?
Why question it?! A voice in her mind screamed at her.
"I would never destroy that footage," Asajj repeated, ignoring that voice in her head. She didn't see the point in lying, though she quickly added, "…for insurance reasons." The determination in his grey blue eyes made her second-guess her previous statement.
Obi-wan then voluntarily got on his knees and replied, smugly, "I think I'll be able to change your mind, Asajj." He then kissed lower stomach and ran his hands up her thighs, spreading her legs apart.
Asajj gasped at the kisses he littered her stomach with. However, she brusquely pulled on his hair and bent his neck back before he could kiss any down lower. "Your overconfidence will be your down fall, Kenobi."
"Not when it comes to this, my dear," Obi-wan winked before brushing his beard against her groin, which made her shiver. He chuckled at her jolt and looked up at her, longingly. "Oh and by the way to answer a question you asked earlier…I don't mind if you sat on my face." He kept his eyes locked on hers as he slowly moved backwards to the ground until he was flat on his back, arms stretched out.
Asajj quivered at the sight of him. She couldn't believe he was doing this willingly. Though, if he wanted this she was going to give it to him and take full advantage of the situation.
She used the heel of her right boot and pushed down on his shoulder until he let a gasp out full of arousal and pain. Obi-wan didn't break eye contact and kissed her ankle. He moved a hand over to pull her boot off, but Asajj abruptly stomped down on his wrist, pinning his arm to the ground
"As much as I love seeing you on your back…" Asajj purred, bringing her other foot on the other side of his head.
"By the great force…" Obi-wan murmured when she squatted down and her vagina hovered above his face only centimeters away. His eyes widened at the sight and he licked his lips. He tried to lurch forward, but Asajj pushed his head back down.
"No, no not yet…" Asajj whispered low. "Let's continue this upstairs. You can get your injuries looked at and—
"I'm fine!" Obi-wan insisted, anxiously. "I want you now."
Asajj stroked his bruised cheek, relishing his distressed expression of desire. "Darling, I have never seen you this impatience, it's literally a few floors above."
"No now!" He lurched forward again and tried grabbing her legs; however, Asajj grabbed his throat and slammed his head to the ground.
"You do not order me around! Apologize to your Mistress."
"Forgive me!" Obi-wan immediately choked out. "I-I just want you…I-I just want t-to please you!"
"Yes well…" She loosened her grip, not letting go of his throat though. "…if you cannot learn to listen to my every demand like a slave, then I'll simply have to punish you like a slave..." Asajj then used the force to keep his arms glued to the floor. She then began touched herself. "Sweet revenge," Asajj sneered, referring back to when he had made her watch him jerk off.
"You wicked witch…" Obi-wan groaned, watching in agony as she plunged her middle and ring finger deep inside herself. He buckled his body against her, struggling to join in with her.
Asajj did let go of his throat, but ordered, "Don't move or make a noise if you ever wish to touch me again voluntarily."
Obi-wan complied, but he looked like he was in serious discomfort as he tried holding his breathe and closing his eyes. But Asajj wasn't having that and lightly slapped him across the face. "No cheating, you have to keep your eyes open."
Obi-wan was able in the end to keep his eyes opened during the whole thing, but he was sweating profusely by the time she had finished. Though, he did get away with letting a groan out when she completed and cried out dramatically loud to torment him.
Asajj sat down on his chest, feeling very satisfied but very exhausted as well. One of the main reasons she wanted to go upstairs so she could sleep and eat as well.
"You really are evil," Obi-wan croaked out. "Pure evil."
"You act as though you didn't already know that," Asajj cackled. "But you were so good…." She brought her sticky fingers from her right hand down to his mouth and let him lick them as a reward. Obi-wan hungrily sucked on her fingers, trying to savor her sweet taste.
"Good boy…"
However, Obi-wan suddenly bit down on her fingers, ensnaring them in his mouth.
"Oh naughty boy, eh?" Asajj tutted, trying to pull her fingers out since it actually kind of hurt, but he wouldn't let go. She shook her head. "You're such a sucker for punishment, Obi-wan. When will you learn?"
Obi-wan clenched down harder on her fingers with his teeth, challenging her to do her worse.
Asajj kept in a whimper but proceed to seize his throat again, before squeezing hard on it. He struggled against her at first but eventually he opened his mouth for air, and that's when she dove her fingers down his throat to the point he starting gagging.
"Let's see if you would be any good at sucking a..."
"Gak!" Obi-wan's eyes watered, fiercely and made a face like he was going to regurgitate but was able to push it back. He glanced up at her, confused and mortified.
"Relax your throat, dear," Asajj instructed him, rubbing his throat with her thumb. But she eventually pulled her fingers out since he did the exact opposite and constricted his throat.
"Guuackk I-I can't…"
"I suppose you would be a spitter," Asajj joked. She then examined her fingers, seeing he had left deep indents on her skin. "But don't worry I'll teach you how to suppress your gag reflex…" She caressed his lips as if she was speaking to a child. "…because I'm going to put more than just fingers in your mouth next time."
Obi-wan wasn't really sure what she meant by that, it scared him a bit but excited him at the same time.
"Would you like that, my sweet?"
"Yess…"
"Yes, what?"
"Yes, Mistress—
The door abruptly opened and Obi-wan instinctively tried to jump up, but Asajj held him down since it was only a droid. It was carrying her black robe and two lightsabers in its mechanical hands.
"Uhh…Mistress do you want me to come back later?" the droid slurred since it knew it had walked in on something. It wasn't sure what though.
"No," Asajj answered, standing up and walking over to the droid. She grabbed the items from the droid without thanking it. "Leave us."
"Your welcome," the droid sniped before leaving.
"Always impeccable timing those droids," Obi-wan remarked, pushing himself up. He moved his sore jaw around, watching her put the robe on around her body.
"Not really," Asajj replied, thinking back to the all the times they had done something idiotic. "But I'll make sure they won't disturb us next time. Come here." She held out his and Anakin's lighsabers. "Let's do a trade."
Obi-wan came over and switched them without question. There were so many moments she could have taken her lightsabers back, but she didn't and kept her word. So Obi-wan couldn't help but trust her a little. A little.
"Thank-you," he nodded, hooking both the lightsabers to his belt. "I just can't believe this happening. I feel as though I am in a dream..." He rubbed his tired baggy eyes, thinking maybe he was still asleep.
"Good behavior will result in many rewards," Asajj decreed, gently tugging on his beard before spinning around towards the door. "Now follow me."
Obi-wan smiled but became more warily when he followed her out of the cell and looked around at the cell block. "What about Anakin?"
"He's still in his cell," Asajj responded, glancing at his cell a few rows over. "He's not being tortured or anything." She turned around and grinned. "Actually he looks better than you."
"I don't like leaving him there," Obi-wan mumbled, averting his eyes down and shaking his head. He was coming back to his senses for a moment. "...what am I doing? I need to do my job first—
Asajj caught his chin and made him look into her eyes. "One more night isn't going to kill him." She ran a hand down his chest and purred into ear. "You're mine to do as I please remember?"
"Wait…" Obi-wan backed up. "You are going to let us go? Just let us walk out?"
"You can make it look like you put up a fight and escaped," Asajj shrugged. "Wouldn't you do the same for me if I was captured by the Republic, my dear Obi-wan?"
Obi-wan made no answer and wonder what he was getting himself in to. He knew now that he owed her a big favor, but the thought only lingered in his mind for a second when Asajj took him by the hand and led him down the hallway.
"What I'm going to do to you…" Asajj mumbled low, glancing back at him with devious grin. "Do you think you can handle it, Master Jedi?"
Yes, one more day won't kill him, Obi-wan told himself and just like that any logical or reasonable thought he had seemed to evaporate away completely.
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