BONUS SCENE

Excerpt from Reap What You Sow:

'Somehow, he managed to escape the situation before things escalated beyond the point of no return, but he knew he would never feel the same way about baths ever again. It was more than he could bear.'

"Huh? No. Wait! Stop!"

Lux was in utter shock and disbelief when Ahsoka, who was currently sporting a blue string bikini and nothing else, suddenly started stripping in front of him. When she appeared without warning in the refresher, while he was still bathing, with the intention of joining him, he had been grateful to see she still retained enough sense not to show up naked. However, she had woefully mistaken his relief for disappointment and immediately sought to rectify that. She was still hypnotized from earlier—and his love-crazed devotee—which meant both her modesty and reasoning had completely flown out the airlock. Now he had an even greater problem unfolding right before him.

"Ahsoka, don't!" He implored, waving his arms in protest, but she was already reaching behind her back to untie the top of her bikini. "You can't just get undressed in front of someone."

"But I want you to see me," she replied with a seductive smile.

This wasn't good, Lux knew. This wasn't good at all. Everything that transpired before now, he could write off as trivial and comical, but this—removing all her clothes to stand naked before him—will cost her more than her honor.

"Ahsoka, I'm serious. You need to keep it on!"

"Why? Don't you find me attractive?" Ahsoka asked with a pout. Her top started to loosen, and her modesty was almost exposed.

I find you totally gorgeous, he thought, but he couldn't tell her that while she was on the verge of forsaking her virtues. But what was he supposed to tell her? Because I said so? Ahsoka might be hypnotized, but she wasn't docile enough to accept that answer, even if it came from him.

Or maybe she will, he thought when he suddenly had an idea.

"You must remain dressed before me," he started with a silent gulp, "because I command it… servant."

Ahsoka paused and stared at him in both surprise and confusion. He had her attention now. He wavered with some hesitation, but he couldn't stop now.

"Do you hear me?" He continued, channeling a little more authority into his voice. "As your lord and master, only I can decide when you undress. You're my maidservant, remember? That means you must do whatever I tell you. So, you will only undress when I tell you. Not before."

Ahsoka blinked. "But milord… I'm not in uniform…"

She's playing along. Good.

"Remember your place, servant!" He snapped, playing the part of an entitled nobleman, like she depicted earlier. Ahsoka bristled at his words but listened attentively. "Your uniform is what I decide it is. You proclaimed yourself my maidservant, did you not? 'Body, heart and soul,' I believe were your exact words. Therefore, my decisions are your orders. Do you understand, servant?"

He maintained an expression of stern, impassive superiority as he stared at her, waiting for an answer. Internally, he was hoping she took the bait. If he treated this like roleplay, he could probably take control of the situation and avoid a fait accompli.

"Of course, milord," Ahsoka said passively, assuming the air and bearing of an obedient maidservant. "Your wish is my command."

Crisis averted.

Lux sagged with relief. Now he just had to—

"Would you please turn around now, milord?"

Huh? Ahsoka was suddenly holding a washcloth in her hand, already lathered up with soap. She was also wearing the maid's headdress, he noticed, from that costume she wore back at the lingerie store. A bikini maid? That's a new one.

He blinked to regain his focus. Never mind that! Where did that washcloth come from? She wasn't holding it before, he was certain. He had had his eyes closed only for a brief second—even she couldn't move that fast. Nor could she have produced it out of nowhere. Same with that headdress. Why was she suddenly wearing that ridiculous thing now? Where was she even keeping—?

Lux felt his face grow warm. He was probably better off not knowing certain things.

"I'm sorry, what?" He missed the question.

"I asked you to turn around so that I can wash your back."

Seriously?! It just never ends with this girl!

"No! No, th-that's not necessary! You don't have to go that far, for me."

"I respectfully disagree, milord. As your devoted maidservant, I must attend to your every need."

Crap! She turned the tables on me! "Listen, Ahsoka, as much as I appreciate the gesture—"

Her face was suddenly mere inches apart from his, and her expression was frighteningly serious. "This will proceed more smoothly if you just cooperate, milord."

Lux felt himself quiver. "Right," it was all he could manage to say.

"Now then," she said, smiling sweetly; her whole demeanor changed so fast it was scary. "Would you please turn around for me, milord?"

Obviously, he didn't have choice in the matter, so he obediently yielded to her demands, and that's how he found himself sitting with his back to her, while she thoroughly scrubbed his back and hummed happily to herself.

Lux never felt so defeated in all his life.

He tried to keep himself distracted, but that wasn't easy when he was sitting naked in a bathtub while a half-naked girl washed his back. Although, he was just thankful that he thought fast. It felt wrong manipulating Ahsoka's current mindset, specifically her newfound interest in roleplay, but he supposed this was better than the alternative. In truth, all things considered, this could have gone far worse.

Of course, now he needed to figure out how he was going to return her to her senses. He couldn't do it here in the refresher while they were both naked, for obvious reasons, so it would have to be somewhere she can safely ease into normal sleep afterward. For that, the guest room was the best option; a lot safer than putting her to sleep in his room. He would take her there after this once they were done here and properly dressed.

It would have to be soon though, because, in all honesty, he wasn't entirely sure he could trust himself. Right now, Ahsoka was deeply infatuated with him and completely uninhibited in her conquest. Not to mention she was currently wearing next to nothing while all wet and lathered up, which was setting off several alarms. She was under the influence of his post-hypnotic suggestion, so she couldn't help herself. Unfortunately, knowing that didn't subdue his own desires, and the longer she was like this, the harder it was to keep his hands to himself. That was one line he absolutely could not cross, no matter how tempting.

"You're so hard…"

Lux jolted from his thoughts at her sudden comment. "Eh-excuse me?!"

"Your back. It's so broad and muscular and hard," she clarified as her hands glided across his bare skin, as though she were appraising his physique. In truth, she was starting to make him a little uncomfortable with the way she was touching him. Not to mention the way her breathing slowly quickened as she spoke. "More than expected… It's very impressive…"

Nope. That's the final bell. "You know—! I think I'm clean enough. Let's stop here."

"Huh?! But we've only just begun!" She whined, but she wasn't going to derail him.

"It's fine! Besides, it's not fair that I should keep the refresher to myself without even giving you a chance to use it. You are a guest, after all. So, I'll go ahead and give you some privacy." Because you clearly can't respect mine!

"Tch!"

Did she just click her tongue? That wasn't very ladylike. Then again, none of the things she had done today had been very ladylike.

Lux grabbed the nearby towel and pulled it under the water to tie it around his waist. It was soaked now, and useless for drying, but he could just grab another from the linen closet down the hall. He was much more concerned with shielding his own modesty, anyway, especially with Ahsoka in his presence. As he climbed out of the tub, he knew he needed to resolve this situation before—

Ahsoka suddenly flung her arms around his body and pulled him into a very, very tight hug.

"What the—?! What're you doing!?"

"Apologies, milord. We mustn't forget about your torso," Ahsoka replied as her hands started roving across his chest. Her voice had taken on a very sensual tone.

That wasn't the main issue at hand. "But why are you pressing—yourself—against me?!"

Her body—namely her chest—was rubbing along his back, slowly undulating in steady, fluid motions. "This way, we can both get clean at the same time."

What?! Where the hell did she learn that from?! Lux wondered, but it was impossible to focus with a pair of soft, round things kneading his back. She had hugged him before like this, but at least she was still dressed, unlike now. Worse, she was still wet and lathered up from the bath water, too, which left her bare skin feeling smooth and slick to the touch as she moved against him. He wasn't exactly opposed to this sensation, but… but…

Don't cross the line… Don't cross the line!

"Ah-ah-Ahsoka! Please stop…" He cried as the temperature suddenly increased. "I'm pretty sure this is crossing some boobies—eh, boundaries!"

This only made her chuckle. "Aw, don't be mean! How else can I get your attention unless I push the limits a little?"

She was pushing something, alright. Two somethings, to be precise. And there was almost nothing in the way of clothing between them!

Dontcrossthelinedontcrossthelinedontcrosstheline…

"Ahsoka… I really… really think we should stop now…"

"How can you be so cruel, milord?" She whimpered, keeping the pace. "I'm doing this all for you, you know, and you're only making me embarrass myself."

Seriously?! If you're really worried about shame, you wouldn't even be doing this! There was no doubt about it now. Ahsoka had completely lost her mind!

Lux was sweating in a way that had nothing to do with the heat of the refresher, although the temperature seemed to have increased tenfold. The steam from the hot water seemed heavier too, as it enveloped them both in a thick, suffocating fog. Between the temperature, the atmosphere, and the sensation of bare-naked flesh against his, he was overheating. In fact, it felt he was burning from the inside out. His vision clouded. He could barely see now… could barely breathe… He felt dizzy… faint… His thoughts slowed… Is this… how… I die…?

Everything went blank.

When Lux regained consciousness, he found himself lying on his back in the middle of the refresher. He was still a little dazed and faint, but at least he was no longer burning up.

"Did you sleep well, my darling?" Ahsoka asked gleefully as her head loomed over his.

He couldn't take it anymore. This girl was literally going to be the death of him.

"Ahsoka, if it isn't too much to ask, would you kindly give me some time to collect my bearings?"

"Oh, of course, darling! Take your time. I'll be waiting right here until you need me."

Oh, for the love of—! Please, just go away!

"Actually, I was thinking you should wait for me in the guest bedroom," he said, forcing himself to grin suggestively. "After all, shouldn't you be getting ready for 'bedtime?'"

Take the bait… Take the bait…

"Hm?" For a moment, Ahsoka simply gave him a confused stare. Then her eyes lit up in realization and she squealed in delight. "Really?! Do you mean what I think you mean?!"

He nodded. Hook, line, and sinker.

"Yes! Yes! Absolutely, yes! Wow, this is happening sooner than I'd hoped! And to think, I was just about to pounce on you while you were still defenseless. Oh, but this is just perfect!" She babbled and cackled like a madwoman as she pressed her hands to her reddening cheeks. Her eyes brightened and assumed the shapes of hearts, although he might have only imagined it. Then she suddenly shot to her feet and hurried straight out the door.

When she was finally gone, Lux sighed in exhaustion and despair, knowing he had officially reached an all-time low. First, he hypnotized his best friend, then basically made her into his personal love slave, and finally underwent completely reprehensible activities with her.

He really was a scumbag.