(a/n): A quick reminder that I made this purely for fun and it's not meant to be taken seriously :)
It had been a month since that moment in the hallway with Anakin.
He hasn't done anything like that since then, and if anything, it's like it never even happened at all. He's resumed to being the normal, strict and mildly imperious Jedi Master. And on that end of things, you were still very much annoyed. You never liked him or his rudeness, the way he thought he was better than everyone. And now he's returned to that personality. The same old Anakin you were familiar with.
Although, at certain points during training or studying and whatnot, you were fairly sure that Anakin had noticed moments where you found yourself rather flustered around him, or even aroused when he had done or said something that awakened your womanhood more than you would like to admit.
Often he would smirk to himself, or intentionally lower his voice to where it sounded too smooth and husky to be casual. He seemed to know exactly what turned you on, and when you were in the right mood for him to push it further. But, it never went further than his ambiguous teasing.
And you believed the main reason for that is because of the simple fact that since the day in the hallway, you haven't broken a rule or disobeyed him. You were being in your best behavior, because despite having been fingered and pleasured by him, he was still very intimidating. You knew what he was capable of, how strong he was with the force. And all too well, you knew the extent of his anger issues.
But you couldn't help but wonder, what would happen if you disobeyed him again? Would a similar scenario play out? Or would he just yell at you and make you do extra rounds of saber training like other Jedi Masters?
You sighed, feeling a migraine spurring from your combusting thoughts. It was too much to dwell on.
You were currently writing a mission report on your recent visit to Ryloth as these thoughts crossed your mind. But the report was too tedious to focus on. Instead, your mind took an irreversible turn into a list-filled state as you replayed the morning in that hallway with your Master.
Your thoughts often wandered back to that morning; when he had you pinned to the wall, giving you no chance of escape. The idea of him getting you alone like that, absolutely dominating you, drove you crazy. You didn't even realize how much you enjoyed it until it happened.
With a huff of frustration, you abruptly stood from the chair to the kitchen table in your quarters, abandoning the half finished mission report. You needed to get out of this stuffy room. Maybe run a lap or two around the indoor track. Exercise would help clear your mind. The mission report would be due in a few hours, so you made a mental note to be back in time to finish and turn it in.
You didn't know how long you spent running the track, but once you started, you felt like you could run forever. The faster you ran, the more pent up stress was released. Serotonin filled your heart and lungs with each footstep that thudded against the hard floor of the track. Running has always been an activity you enjoyed. It was a great distraction; all you could focus on was the time of your heartbeat and how it measured with the time of your feet.
You huffed and puffed in exhaustion after finally deciding to call it a day for your run. You trudged over to the water station and filled up your bottle, noticing that another Padawan who you were well acquainted with was finished with her workout as well.
"Hey, Brielle." You waved to her in a friendly manner.
She nodded in response, catching her own breath from whatever exercises she just did. Her hair was styled into a pretty updo braid crown, still looking flawless even after her workout.
"Had to blow off some excess stress after that mission report." She sighed. "That was the most difficult one I've done so far. And Master Ti did not go easy on me this time." She chuckled half-heartedly, taking a sip of her own water bottle.
You scoffed through your nose, "Tell me about it." Brielle was on that mission with me, so we're currently writing the same report.
Your muscles stiffened, so you did a few quick leg stretches and said, "I should get that finished soon, actually."
Brielle rose an eyebrow, "You haven't finished it yet? It'll be due pretty soon. I don't know how lenient your Master is, but I know mine wouldn't let me off the hook that easily." She shrugged.
You nodded, realizing that You probably should indeed finish it soon. Anakin won't be happy if you don't get it done on time.
You sighed, throwing a clean towel over my shoulder, "You're right. I'm going to take a quick shower first, and then I'll finish it." You salute her a quick goodbye before rushing back to the showers in your quarters.
You strip all of your sweaty workout clothes off and tossed them into your laundry hamper. The water is hot on your skin when you step into your shower. It trails down every inch of your body, relaxing you after a long, insipid day. You wash your hair thoroughly, relishing the bubbles that form from your lavender scented shampoo. You always enjoyed taking showers; like running, it was something you felt you could do forever. And if you had to be honest, the warmth and steam from the water reminded you greatly of how you felt with Anakin that day. Your force signature was practically on fire, and he knew it. He made sure to remind you that he was the one who did that to you. He caused the haze in your brain, the heatwaves in your heart.
Anakin...
With a jolt of realization, your eyes snapped open from being closed for so long from relaxing in the shower. The report. The report you didn't finish. What time was it now? How long were you in the shower? This can't be good, not at all.
Being careful not to slip, you scrambled out of the shower and rushed to dry yourself and throw clean clothes on. Your heart raced with fear, genuine fear. You had a month long streak of not screwing up, and now that streak may be broken. The mission report was only halfway done, so even if you still had some time left, there was no way you would be able to finish the rest of it in time. You knew your Master could be cruel and unfair with his punishments, but you wondered if that was really the path he would take. Or maybe a different one...
After dressing decently in more comfy clothes, and drying your hair enough so that it wasn't dripping, you exited your room to the main room of your quarters.
And--seeing as you share quarters with him--Anakin was there, as you had already anticipated. His back was turned to you as he stood in the main room. At first you thought he might be making tea, or working on another report of his own, but when you glanced over to the clock in the corner of the room, dread instantly filled your chest.
Your mission report should have been turned in an hour ago.
And, being in charge of collecting your reports, Anakin knew this. You could already tell. And now you were in the same room with him, trapped. Whatever happened next was something you couldn't escape. But depending, on what exactly happens, maybe it doesn't sound so bad.
Wanting to test the waters to see if he actually knew you were in the room, you quietly tiptoed backwards before turning around towards your room. But before you could make it to your already wide open door, the door suddenly shut on its own right in your face.
"Where do you think you're going?" A stern voice growled, slowly as each word dripped with anger.
Gulping, you hesitatingly turned around towards your Master. You didn't respond, but instead stayed quiet when you were met with his icy gaze, and intimidating stature.
"Is there something you'd like to tell me?" He asked, cocking an eyebrow.
You shook your head, "No, Master." You replied quietly. It wasn't technically a lie, there wasn't anything you would like to tell him.
His jaw clenched, becoming square and serious. He pointed down to the half finished report on the table, "This report is now overdue. And I suspect that you purposely felt bold and decided to not turn it in."
Realization hit you like a smack in the face. He thought you didn't turn it in on purpose. Normally, that's something you might have done in the past, but recently even Anakin can't deny that you've been on good behavior. So why should he get this infuriated over one small slip up, and assume you did it deliberately?
You shook your head, "No, that's not it at all. I just lost track of time. I really didn't mean to--"
He held up his hand, giving you the indication that you should stop talking, so that's what you did. Though, you wished he would at least let you explain what happened.
His feet moved from where they were planted to the ground, and his boots made the soft sound of footsteps as they crossed through the carpet, and over to you. Slowly, but with purpose. His broad stature seemed to get so much larger as he approached you, and the closer he got, the more you could really see his handsome features, which were twisted with anger.
You already knew where this was going. Making a run for it would be useless, so you knew what was inevitably coming.
As the distance kept closing between the two of you, you instinctively took a few steps back away from him to maintain that distance. Soon you were backing up into a wall, just as you predicted you would. Your heartbeat quickened in anticipation as Anakin got dangerously close to you. You could hardly maintain eye contact with him. His eyes were like cobalt fire, but as deep and threatening as the sea.
He towered over you, placing a hand above your head on the wall. He had you cornered, truly with no way out.
His other hand gently gripped your chin when you still wouldn't make eye contact with him. He guided your head so that your gaze would meet his, and now you couldn't look away from him at all.
"Even if this wasn't deliberate," He prowled slowly, in a low voice that he always used whenever he seemed to know that you were turned on. Which you had to admit, you were right now. "You seem to have forgotten that little lesson I taught you last month." He leaned closer, your noses were almost touching. "I think it's time we reevaluate that lesson, don't you?"
You hadn't even realized his hand that had left your chin was now ghosting over your hip, unmoving. He was waiting for your permission before continuing any further.
With a shuddered breath, you nodded, "Yes, Master."
A devious smirk rose to his lips, and you could only imagine what lust-filled thoughts were running through his head, seeing as many were in your head. He quickly moved his hand from the wall and used both of them to unbuckle your utility belt. But he didn't pull your pants down yet, instead, he gripped your hips and flipped you around so that your front was pressed against the wall. You squeal in surprise at his action.
With his hands still holding your hips territorially, he chuckled darkly and grazed his lips to your ear, "You were being such a good girl this month. Obeying every rule and never stepping out of line." His breath tickled your ear, but his words made you tremble nonetheless. "But what happened now? Hm?" He asked in a feigned innocent voice, "You just couldn't resist being put in your place? Being reminded as to who owns you?"
You moaned louder than you would have liked. But you couldn't help it, his words sent a high to your brain that there was no coming back from.
Taking your sounds as a yes to his questions, one of his hands left your hip and reached around you to snake it's way down your pants. His fingers were slow and teasing, and you purposely began bucking your hips to get him to put them where you wanted.
He got the message, and began circling your entrance, just like he did last time. He grunted when he felt how wet you were already, just from being spoken to in such a provocative way. "So wet, so needy for your Master." He groaned into your ear.
You couldn't take anymore teasing. Your body craved to be filled by him. "Please Master." You whimpered.
"Please what?" He pressed, wanting to hear the words from you even though he already knew what you wanted.
"Please remind me who I belong to." Your cheeks flushed as you said the words, but it only seemed to turn on both of you even further.
At that he gripped your pants and pulled them down completely, along with your underwear. "Put your hands against the wall." He instructed as he pulled down his own pants, his hard member already leaking. You did as he said and took ragged breaths, trying to compose yourself. You felt him slowly push himself inside of you so as to not hurt you, but when you started bucking your hips, he took that as a message to speed up his own pace.
He was quick and relentless, barely giving you time to register your own pleasure. His hands went to your waist and gripped it tightly, holding you against him as he pounded into you. Anakin himself was getting lost in his own pleasure as well; only he and no one else can touch you like this. He'll make sure of that.
"You're mine." He murmured after a particularly hard thrust. "Every inch of you is mine. I want you to remember that." You whined, feeling like your body was being overloaded with the best sensation you've ever felt. It was almost too much to bear.
Anakin made sure you would feel this the next morning. That you would remember how he made you feel. When you wake up in a glorious ache tomorrow, a euphoric aftershock, you'll be reminded of who did that to you. You'll remember who you belong to, and that thought alone drove Anakin past his limit.
"Say it." He growled, like an animal.
"I'm yours!" You cried in ecstasy. In just a few short moments, both of you came with sharp gasps and began panting heavily.
Your body felt all but boneless. You slumped forward against the wall, grateful for at least some form of support.
Your Master's breath was hot on your neck, especially as he began placing gentle kisses against your skin. "Always mine." He sighed happily.