Punishment

The banquet was a lavish one, the various people of importance milled about the palace, a very private party for the criminal elite. A rare one, the people who knew of Maul's existence were there, and eager to lick at his boots in order to gain some sort of favour. It never worked. He would look down his nose at those that preened and pandered to him for his attention and gave them barely an inch of his time if he had to.

At least… that was how it usually went.

Tonight however, the white-haired Nightsister, his Lieutenant, his second in command, noticed her Lord was particularly interested in one of the attendees. A young woman. Throughout dinner he had spoken to her, been eloquent and charming as he could so often be… with the occasional glance back to Zaiya. His oldest friend, confidant and lover. Yet he was making eyes at this young woman with dark hair and an unscarred face.

Zaiya said nothing. It made sense to her, she supposed. Part of her had often thought Maul would tire of her one day. But by the Fanged God it hurt to witness. She kept her mouth shut the entire time however, it would not do to have such a confrontation in public. This was better addressed at the end of the night.

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Maul knew exactly what he was doing, the girl, dark hair, big eyes, looked up at him and batted her lashes, at first he had thought it ridiculous. Until he saw his Right Hand clench her cutlery a little tighter. It was nearly imperceptible, but he felt a spark in the Force. Something about the girl bothered her. Maul was never a man to waste an opportunity. His witch had some of the best reactions and expressions, and this one was new. She had not seen her jealous before. He began to wonder what she would do. Would she snap at him? Growl at him when she thought the others were not paying attention? He decided to lean into it. He began to pay more attention to the girl, talking to her, only half paying attention, subtle glances to his right as they spoke. But ohhh his lieutenant was disciplined. She kept a straight face, the fluctuations in the Force being the only indication she was paying attention. The occasional twitch of her tattooed upper lip or her pale brow were the only signs he got of something being the matter. He was getting frustrated. He wanted to see what she would do. He began to press further, flirting with the girl a little. His favourite moment was when he allowed the brunette to lay her hand on his arm. The woman's glass had shattered suddenly and he knew Zaiya had been the one to do it. It made his stomach clench to see the briefest flash of anger on the Nightsister's face before it smoothed into one of mild surprise.

"Seems the glassware was of poor quality," was all she said, there was only the slightest tension in her voice. He was enjoying this far too much. But it wasn't enough! She was too easily concealing herself, hiding her emotions! She laughed with his brothers, she smiled… was it not affecting her? Was he just imagining it?

By the end of the night he had the silly thing swooning, and his second in command had a tic in her jaw. He had to admit, he was a tiny bit disappointed, he was hoping to see her snap and give the girl verbal whiplash. The white haired woman was rather loquaciously talented. …in more ways than one.

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They retired to their private rooms once the guests had departed, and Zaiya struggled to maintain her composure. What was he trying to pull?! Was he doing it on purpose? Or… a worse thought crossed her mind. What if he truly is smitten with the girl? If he had cast her aside? It was cruel to do so right before her eyes but… what if he had fallen for this young, pretty human? She kept her thoughts to herself, but the idea made her hearts ache deeply. Was she… no longer wanted? Did she even have a right to be so angry with him?

Finally they returned to their chambers, Zaiya moved to the vanity and began to shrug off her jacket.

"That was an interesting dinner." She muttered, throwing a glance at him over her shoulder.

"Quite... Anything in particular stand out for you...?" He asked with a smirk. He looked far too pleased and it seemed to prove her thoughts.

"There were a few moments..." She replied cautiously. Was this appropriate to bring up? Should she excuse herself to sleep in her own chamber?

"Anything you care to share...?" He asked, pushing her. Usually she would say no, pretend it's fine, but this time… No, she needed to know. She turned to face him.

"Do you wish to pursue the young lady you spoke to, sire?" Her face was calm and his eyes narrowed at her. He seemed… irritated?

"That's the reaction you have?" He scoffed, "After all the anger I felt from you? You ask if I want to pursue her?"

"Do you?" She pressed, fixing him with a firm look. He scowled back at her, his golden eyes blazed.

"After all the whispered words and nights together you think that's what I want?" He snarled back. This confused her. Why was he angry?

"...then why were you doing that? Talking to her like that as though I weren't there? As though you wanted her affections?" She replied, her own brow furrowing further.

His lips twisted into a smirk "you know how I love your reactions... When you give them."

"My reactions? You were… trying to get a rise out of me… on purpose?" She said it slowly to make sure she had it right.

"Yes!" He replied emphatically. "Do you know how frustrating you are when you close yourself off like that?"

"Not nearly as frustrating as it was to watch that display." She retorted with a curl to her lip.

"If you bit back sooner or did something about it, perhaps I would have stopped." He teased, a mischievous smile on his red and black lips. Oh. So that's what he wanted?

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Suddenly the feeling in the room changed. There was something electric in the air, and things felt heavier. The Nightsister was very still, as though she had suddenly become a predator, and Maul felt his own body tense.

"In that case..." She began and stepped closer to him. Her eyes locked onto his and he has never before felt like prey like he did right then. His stomach dropped and he felt suddenly unable to move under her gaze. She'd never looked at him like this before. "If you want me to stop, speak the word 'Dathomir' and it ends. If you cannot speak, tap me three times with your leg or hand. Do you understand?" She growled, an authoritative expression and tone came over her, he had only seen this attitude directed at others when she was training them. He felt like the air had been sucked from his lungs.

"Yes..." He managed, breathlessly.

"Good boy." she hissed and shoved him, hard to the bed. His back hit the mattress and the surprised gasp that escaped him came unbidden. He looked up, propping himself on his elbows to look at her with wide eyes. He wanted a reaction… but this… She held out a hand to his lips and he looked up in confusion. What did she…?

"Bite." She snapped, her eyes glaring into his. Oh fuck. He opened his mouth and took the fabric of her gloves between his teeth for her to slide her hand away. By the sith hells it was intensely alluring. When both were off she grabbed his jaw firmly and his eyes were wide. He'd never seen her like this. He wanted to see how far she would go.

"You think you could get away with this? You think I would allow such a transgression?" It's his own words spoken back to him. Words from years ago that she remembered. His hearts ached to realise how much she remembered. But she was not so gentle as the affectionate gesture had suggested. Her gaze is heated, molten and angry. He realised that this is what her enemies saw... He both pitied and envied them. She began to crawl up the bed towards him and his breath hitched, she moved like a wild beast might stalk their next meal. Her knees either side of him as she faced him down.

"...I didn't... I wasn't going to-" he began pathetically, unsure why he felt the need to speak, flustered by her sudden change in demeanour.

"Silence." she growled and he felt his insides clench as a roll of power washed over him. "You have been misbehaving on purpose and you think a few whimpers will make up for that?" He shook his head, staring back at her, in awe of this newfound power over him. "Good, you're still as clever as ever." His hands clenched at the compliment but he dare not move otherwise, dare not look away. "However ..." She leaned back, on her knees and loomed over him, "if you are going to act like a slut, I will treat you like one."

Fuck.

A sharp breath escaped him and he is already starting to regret his actions... In the best way. He never thought that being spoken to like this would make him shiver. When he aimed to get a rise out of her… this is not what he thought. But he did not regret a damn thing. She sat back on her heels and folded her arms.

"Strip." It was so commanding he could not help but comply, first his shirt, slowly rising over his torso, then his own gloves... He kicked off his boots but paused as his hands reached the waistline to his pants. He looked her over; her expression firm, arms folded, and the air of power coming off her was intoxicating.

"Zaiy-"

"I said strip." She snarled. "Whores ought to be naked," her words were venom and her gaze was blazing. He shivered at the tone in her voice, he was never going to be able to watch her train his soldiers again without becoming as painfully aroused as he was right now. Listening to her speak to them and ordering them to run drills was only ever going to remind him of this night. He slid his trousers away, his arousal is obvious and when he was finally fully bare he sat back against the pillows. The only thing he wore was his half of the amulet, on a cord around his neck, the matching one to her own. The look she gave him made him whine with need. Surely she'd had her fun now, surely she would let him touch her?

"Were it my choice... You would stay like this." She chuckled wickedly, a low groan escaped him, he began to sit up, reaching out for her.

"As would you, my-"

"Did I say you could talk?" she snapped and his words died in his throat. She was going to kill him like this, surely. "Good boys get to talk. And you have been very very bad." She pushed him back again and pulled at the Crimson sash at her shoulder, using the fabric to wrap and bind hands above his head then latch them to the bedhead. "Making me watch you talk to that woman that way... And to find out you knew and did so on purpose..." Her laugh was breathy as she straddled him. She was still fully clothed, so authoritative, so powerful like this. He could feel her anger, was she really that upset?

"I'm sorry-" he tried in a low voice, but she would have none of it.

"No you're not…" She cut him off again. Usually she loved his voice. She had said so. But she was not even giving him an inch this time. "But you will be."

He shuddered.

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Zaiya's mismatched eyes looked over him in the darkness, laying there before her as a smile crossed her lips, he was so pretty like this. Seeing him in such a vulnerable state, and willingly too, it almost made her want to forgive him right then. Almost. Though, he'd really made her angry with all of his misbehaviour. Though it eased her to know he'd done it not out of spite, but in an effort to invoke her jealousy. From what she could tell, his desire to feel wanted… She knew that feeling. By the end of the night, he was going to have no doubt how much she wanted him.

How could she not after all? He was her Lord, her friend and lover and he was so perfect… His hands, his lips, his body were all so beautiful, the idea of that little human thinking she could lay hands on him. Well. That was not acceptable.

She started slowly, running her elegant fingers and pointed claw-like nails over his skin, ever so lightly. She trailed teasing, languid strokes from between his horns, down his neck, up and down his arms, across his chest, and gently across his scar… She noticed his breath hitch then, and his hands twitching where they were tied to the beadhead. Her fingers moved, along his hips and thighs... Then back up. She didn't want to give in yet, she didn't want to touch the place he wanted her to, not yet… let him suffer a little more. His thighs flexed and his hips rose from the bed, his arousal evident, throbbing and precum beading at the tip. She usually loved to pleasure him, lavish him with praise and attention and affection… but he wanted a reaction… now he would earn it. He didn't seem to mind so far.

The Nightsister decided to give him at least something, reaching up to pinch his nipples in a passing caress which made him moan and squirm to her touch. After one particular delicious cry, louder than the others, she slapped him across the chest. Not too hard, but enough to startle him. He looked up at her with hungry eyes, pupils blown wide with lust. Oh he was hard to resist like this.

"Quiet," she snapped and he looked at her like he was about to melt into a puddle. If he kept making those noises she was hardly going to be able to punish him properly, every sound made her ache between the legs. It was then she had an idea.

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His insides clenched again and he felt himself twitch, he was aching now. Though surprised. It wasn't a hard slap, thankfully, but she was teasing him relentlessly, it was torture but…he liked it... He didn't even know he would.

Maul found it hard to be quiet, under that gaze of hers, under her bare hands. How he loved those hands, the way she touched him. He was almost in pain for how much he wanted to touch her. To grab her hips and pull her close, to kiss her until she was breathless and taste her on his tongue until she screamed for him and him alone. Yet now he was at her complete mercy, a new side of her that he had not yet seen before. He knew he deserved it, but he wasn't sure if he was ready. At the same time, he didn't dare ask her to stop. All of these thoughts, and she had barely touched him yet.

Suddenly she shifted and slid off the bed, and his eyes widened. Was she stopping? He didn't want her to stop yet, he needed more! Was she that upset with him that this would be the real torture?! Just… leaving him there? He opened his mouth to speak but she spun, as though she somehow knew. Zaiya held up a commanding finger.

"Hush."

His Lieutenant stood beside the bed, still almost completely dressed, and reached down to pick up her gloves. His hearts prickled for a moment, was she really going to walk away? Instead, she reached down and picked up his shirt and he watched as she tore a strip from it with her teeth and he twitched again feeling a thrill run through him at the flash of her fangs. Zaiya turned back to him and stepped over, leaning over him, one knee resting on the bed beside his waist.

"Open your mouth," she hissed, if he had been standing he was sure he would not have stayed as much. His lips parted as she commanded and she pushed something, soft leather. He realised the item now between his teeth was one of her gloves. His eyes rolled into his head and he let out a groan, but this time it was muffled.

"Better," she smirked and held up the strip of fabric. She laid it over his eyes, tying it in place and laid a kiss, soft and lingering against his lips and over the gloves. He pushed himself up, wanting to kiss her properly but Zaiya pushed Maul back against the pillows. The sound that escaped him then was truly pathetic. She was in complete control and he hadn't realised how much he liked it. To see his Queen so powerful. Only she could ever see him like this, only she could make him feel this way.

He heard the shifting of fabric on skin, and felt Zaiya pull away from the bed. She must be undressing, a further torment… that he could not see her, drink in the image of her looming over him. Her glowing eyes, her creamy skin, her curves and markings. She was evil to hide this vision from him. He couldn't see her at all, let alone trace her tattoos with his fingers or his tongue. Another groan escaped him as she returned to the bed, her body cool where it met with his blazing skin, apart, of course, from the blazing heat at her core. He could feel this delicious molten heat hovering near his thigh and daringly he lifted his leg to make contact and oh… she was soaked and slick and almost dripping with need. Zaiya hissed with the contact and Maul strained harder against his bonds. He had to have her… had to please her, touch her, taste her. She gripped his shoulders and there was a moment where he thought perhaps she might give in. She might let him free so he can show her just how much he needed her. If his mouth were free of the glove he would be begging her to let him free. All that came out were pained grunts and groans. But no, she moved away and let out a low laugh that had his teeth biting into the leather of the glove. This was such torture. Her breath fanned over his cheek as she leaned in closer, her mouth brushing the heated skin of his throat, before dipping down to lay slow kisses along his neck, just below his ear. The touches were soft and sweet and perfect, how he craved her kisses.

"Are you alright, Maul? Do you want to keep going?" It was a break in the torment, her voice was so soft, so sweet that he felt his hearts ache. How could he not want more? Part of him wanted to say no, to tell her he wanted to be untied, so he could see her, touch her and cover her sweet skin in delicious bites. He wanted to mark her as his. But as her teeth scraped at his skin, he felt his stomach swoop with desire. He wanted to see how far she would go with this. He nodded and he felt the air shift, and she let out a chuckle.

"Good boy." His vicious queen is back. Oh it was his guilty pleasure to hear her call him that. Especially when she spoke in that delicious purr. Then he felt her teeth and his eyes rolled beneath the blindfold.

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She bit down at the crook of his neck and his back arched beneath her, to have him like this was so rare and with every flex and muffled moan was driving her further to distraction. She'd nearly caved when he'd slid his thigh between her legs. The hot grind of his flesh against her folds and her clit was almost too much. She was tortured as much as he, but she wasn't willing to give in, especially not now had urged her to keep going. She wanted him to feel everything, focus on how it felt, to let go. Her own desire was insistent and she wanted nothing more than to take him then, to settle on his hips and ride him as she so craved. She wasn't willing to give in yet.

Her breathing had become a little heavier and her lips trailed his chest, nipping the skin lightly and feeling him jolt slightly in response. Now it was his reactions she was anticipating. Her kisses and bites trailed down, she was sure to bite a little harder, leaving marks where she could on the red of his skin, perhaps he would like to be the one marked for once. His nipples were always sensitive and her tongue dragged across one of them, making his hips buck upward. She purred against his skin and shifted to pin his hips with her arm and bit one of his nipples lightly,the sound he made was utterly sinful.

She reached her favoured place, that sensitive spot right on his hip, that made him arch upwards, and groan against the gloves. She thought she heard the sound of tearing and looked up, he hadn't torn the sash that held him but she was sure he was close to losing all control.

Please... please touch me… let me touch you- She heard his voice in her mind and she pulled back again, Maul flexed his hips against her and she could feel him growing more frustrated.

"Hm, I forgot how mischievous you can be..." She purred playfully, perhaps there had been enough teasing… she wasn't sure she could take it anymore either.

Please... Please..! he urged.

"You look so pretty like this..." she whispered, her eyes trailing his form, "maybe I should just leave you here... Just like this…?"

Please my Queen, I need you... I need you please... Let me have you... he sounded desperate, oh she'd not heard him beg so much but she was rapidly growing addicted to it. Even his voice through their connection sent shivers up her spine. But still, she scoffed at his pleas.

"After what you did? I think not," she sneered and leaned down to bite that spot on his hip again. His whole body tensed and he let out a muffled moan, this one was loud.

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He was in agony. Sweet delicious agony and he both never wanted her to stop and to rip himself free to flip her onto her back and break the bed with her. His wrists strained against the sash and there was another tearing sound. He didn't know how much more he could take.

"Mmm you taste delicious as always, sire," she always called him that but suddenly it sounded so utterly wicked this time that he wasn't sure he would ever hear it the same way. He strained and flexed beneath her, his chest rose and fell rapidly with his ragged breaths. Her tongue lapped against the bite, soothing the sting and it made him squirm.

Please… he begged once more. Perhaps he could use the Force to break himself free, but how could he dare? The feeling of being held by her was too much and it was not just the physical restraints, no… he submitted willingly, that brief question she'd asked in the beginning, whether he had wanted someone over his Zaiya… he'd hurt her. He dare not break free of his own… he deserved this agony. Still, he ached to touch her, to grip her tightly in his hands and leave bruises on her skin. Her soft fingers traced his tattoos around his hip. Drawing ever closer to his aching member tah twitched and dripped more precum - yet she didn't touch. He groaned and he heard her chuckle breathlessly.

"Do you really think you deserve to be touched?" she asked mockingly.

Please my Queen... I'll do anything- please...!

"I do so love it when you beg..." she laughed again, but he could hear that little hitch to her voice, it gave him a sense of hope, was she in as much blissful pain as he was? "Do it again," she hissed.

Please please please... Anything... Please mistress...! Maul felt her freeze in place, hovered over him, there was a ripple through the Force that came from her.

"What did you say?" she asked, her voice breathy and her hand squeezed his hip once more. Did… did she like that?

Mistress... My beautiful, powerful mistress... he could barely think, only do as she asked as she reduced him to base desires. The whispered curse from Zaiya's lips made his insides clench yet again, she must have liked-

Her tongue, warm and wet slid up the length of him and he was sure the gloves in his mouth were shredded. One of her hands gripped his thighs and the other finally, finally grasped his shaft and her mouth was bliss as she began to lavish him with affection and kisses, long languid strokes of her tongue, swirling the tip and he was not entirely sure which way was up. All he knew was the feeling, the utter divine touch that brought him close to the edge in seconds. The moans escaping him through the gloves were loud, almost like howls as his hips lifted from the bed. Then she took him into her mouth and he swore through the gloves. For a moment he saw stars, for so long without contact… Now this… he was over-stimulated almost immediately but he didn't want to stop. He was lost and sure he was about to lose his mind to pleasure when she pulled away and he was left panting.

No, no, no, please don't stop! Please... He didn't care what she did to him, just so long as he could feel her touch. These divine touches he could not see, only wait for, everything seemed so much more intense, more powerful... He was at her mercy completely.

She edged him for what felt like hours, but it could have been five minutes for all he knew. Her hands, her tongue and that fucking mouth did so much more than command him with words. He was sure he would be covered in marks the next morning and he was excited to see them, though that thought was far in the back of his mind as he had become a muttering and gasping mess, saliva drooling from the side of his mouth behind the gloves. She'd nearly brought him to finish multiple times, but each time he'd gotten close, she would stop. At one point he swore when he heard her laugh and he'd nearly lost his mind when she reared back and slapped his cock firmly. His whole body jolted. What was that? …why did he like it? It felt like nights and days passed, like hours of blissful agony, of utter torture and he could not get enough. His once eloquent vocabulary diminished to curses pleas and muffled whimpers of her name.

"Hm... Perhaps you are sorry after all..." she said suddenly and he jerked his hands in response.

Yes! Yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes! I'm sorry... I'm so sorry... Please, my Queen please...! He all but screamed in her mind, he loved the way she touched him, teased him… but he still craved more, he wanted to see her, to taste her, to make her feel as good as he did now. He wanted his hands free! Then he felt her shift. He felt the bed depress by his hips, her knees there and-

Oh.

Oh stars and Sith hells...

He could feel the molten heat, and something hot and wet drip onto him just before she sank down onto him slowly, and he felt tears prick his eyes. It had been too long, too long since he had felt her silken heat grip him, she was so wet, so hot that he could swear he was melting. He let out an agonised moan as his eyes rolled under the blindfold once again.

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Zaiya slowly speared herself with his delicious length, feeling him stretch her as her body welcomed him deep inside. She had been aching for him too, and the moment he was inside she felt complete. This time it was her making the sounds, and she felt her chest tighten, the sudden stimulation making her quiver. She had to wait a moment to adjust and she knew that even though she was so aroused, that she might not be able to finish tonight, but she didn't mind, she had some satisfaction that he had done so well, and felt so good because of her. She had done this to him and no one else could. That in itself was very satisfying. Perhaps he deserved some proper respite.

She leaned forward, reaching over him to take the now drenched and ruined gloves gently from between his lips, brushing the pad of her thumb across his lower one. This time she wanted to hear him. Every moan and mutter and sigh and scream he made, she wanted to hear it. Her mouth captured his and he kissed her back with a desperate hunger, a dire need that made her shiver and clench around him. She swallowed the cry of pleasure he made, and tugged on his lower lip with her teeth. Her hands came up to lift the blindfold, and those gorgeous glowing eyes looked at her like she was some sort of divine creature, she would never tire of him looking at her like that. Her body reacted almost involuntarily, clenching around him again and with his voice free he screamed her name against her jaw.

"Maul…" she breathed into his ear, this time she flexed on purpose and his hips jerked upwards, she gasped, and her eyes rolled into her head as he hit that spot inside her that made her boneless.

"Zaiya…" he panted, "let me have you… let me pleasure you as you deserve, let me give you everything…" but tonight was about him, to worship him and hopefully… she would never have to witness him looking at anyone else the way he had earlier. She did reach up and tug at the red fabric tying his wrists, the moment he was free he reached to grab her, and oh how his hands felt delicious against her bare hips. But she didn't want to let him win so easily. She gasped his wrists again and he seemed to let her with little resistance as she laced her fingers with his, pinning his hands on either side of his head. He looked up at her with an expression of awe and raw desire.

"You've been such a good boy for me tonight…" she purred, with a roll of her hips. He hissed and gasped as she began to slide her slick folds over his cock and he looked like he might cry in relief. She spoke to him between heated kisses, as her hips rose and fell, faster and faster, she never wanted to let go. "So good for me... So perfect, aren't you? So beautiful, so incredible... Only for me, isn't it?"

"Yes!" he groaned, and his voice cracked, had she actually brought him to tears? Usually it was the other way around.

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"On-only for- ahh... Only for you! Nngh! Only you, my Goddess...!" he gasped, he loved the way she kissed him, loved the feel of her hands in his, the way she just fit against him, he loved… her.

"Do you know what you are?" she whispered with a wicked grin and breaking him from his thoughts. He looked up into her beautiful eyes, as she loomed over him, so powerful, so perfect, he loved seeing her like this. After such a long night of beautiful torment, he could feel the pressure rising, like a cable tightening inside him. He didn't even know how he had lasted this long... He looked up at her with golden eyes, pleading, desperate. Her hand came up and rested at his throat and he arched his back into her. Then she said the three words that broke him.

"You are mine." The taught cable snapped. He was lost, the dam broke and his hips rose from the bed as he screamed in ecstasy. It was too much and his vision went white for a moment. His hands pulled free of hers only to hold her to him desperately as he babbled to her in breathless words. Yes he was her, only hers, he needed her, he loved her…

By the time he resurfaced, Zaiya was lying beside him and gently kissing his wrists where he had been bound. That had to be the greatest orgasm he'd had in his life. Had she used the Force? Her Magick? How had she made him feel this way? He was reeling from the intensity still when he turned and pulled her close, clinging to her tightly.

"There you are," she chuckled playfully.

"Always, my love," he whispered, he cupped her cheek, "you know I wasn't serious? About the human… It's only ever been you." She gave him a look that told him she had actually been worried and he held her tighter, "only you, Zaiya, I swear."

"Thank you sire…" she replied and he tilted her chin up.

"I am not your Lord when we are like this," he told her.

"No… I recall you calling me something else," her smile became mischievous and he let out a low hum of amusement.

"And I recall you liking it," he rumbled and felt her shiver in response. Good to know he still had some power over her in that way. As much as he loved her in control, he also enjoyed turning her into a quivering mess.

"Perhaps," she began but the guilty look on her face belied her indifference. It was then he noticed, she still felt so taught and hardly as boneless as he liked to make her… was she unsatisfied? Testing his theory, he ran his hand along her side and her eyes slid shut, arching into his movements. So sensitive to his touch still. He had a lot to make up for. He moved then, and raised himself up to lean over her, her eyes widened. The crimson zabrak's golden eyes flashed wildly.

"My turn."


Notes:

WE DID IT!

One year of A Prince of Dathomir! If you have read A.P.O.D and you are here for the one year celebration, thank you so much! I hope you very much liked this. I have been working on this for a while and I think that after the chapter two weeks ago... y'all will like this!

If you are reading this and have NOT read A Prince of Dathomir, I would encourage you to check it out. I have been working on it for over a year, we have almost 70 chapters up now and I am still writing. I update weekly and I have been enjoying the journey so far. I have had a lot of great feedback telling me that they like the story, character development and the interactions. They have also said they like Zaiya as well and that makes me very happy. It's a bit of a slow burn and oh my gosh there is angst, but there are sweet and funny moments too.

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