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III
At the party Anakin was talking to the senators, rolling around the room taking photos with people, having a few more drinks and putting on his best exemplary Jedi face.
He was almost sure she wouldn't show up at the end, and that saddened him while it gave him a sense of triumph over her, like he walked right into the cave of a D'oemir bear and managed to walk out on his own to feet, just that this particular bear was going to painstakingly rip each of his limbs with pleasure instead of the usual way.
He got cocky and stayed more than the bare minimum of what Obi Wan would demand of him, maybe he was sabotaging himself, maybe he just wanted to bask on her absence or maybe he was doing both.
He began talking to the host senator's wife, a hot twilek milf, and he got the feeling she was flirting with him, he wasn't sure at first because females of that species were naturally flirty but after a while, she told him that her husband would be very busy with the guests and they could just disappear without being noticed.
He proved her mind a just little bit with the force and found out he wasn't the first man she proposed with her husband just a few feet away, and what was more disgusting, he was in on it.
"Fucking planet, man!" he thought "Full of fucking weirdos and sick fucks, and these assholes are the ones calling the shots!, this right here is the reason why governments fail, they get too big and the people on top get mentally ill because of too much money and time on their hands, soon they star infecting the rest of the population with their sickness using the holonet to normalize any kind of vice and degeneracy, eventually society becomes a rotting husk of its former self and its overrun by the exterior enemy!".
He took a glance at the host that was nearby talking to some guests, pretending he didn't know what his wife was up to.
"You disgusting perv! I don't have any respect for you or any other forcedamm cuck! and I refuse to help you get your sick kicks!". Though Anakin, he was repulsed inside but his face was completely normal, like he hasn't realized what was happening around him, or worse, that he didn't care.
He was about to leave this bitch in heat alone when he noticed a familiar and strong presence near him, he usually noticed her way before she ever got the opportunity to get so close, but he was way too disgusted to be in control of his surroundings.
He looked back for an instant, and sure enough, there she was, messing with her comm trying to look busy to keep people away.
She carrying a red tubular purse with a golden chain, wearing a short and tight all black dress, her beautiful long brown hair sans the usual bondage, freely showing her thick locks, intense red lipstick on her face that made the beauty mark over her succulent lip stand out and finally some red high stilettos to match, she was absolutely stunning.
He turned to the milf again, she was flapping on her jaw about something, probably something he would morally object to.
While he pretended to be listening Padmé talked to him using the force, something he could only with Ansokah and Obi Wan besides her.
"Busy much?" she asked him making fun of his situation.
"I might be…" he responded "You're not the only woman that notices my attributes"
"Well, you certainly have been known to fancy older women" responded Padmé.
He considered for a minute playing along with the milf to make Padmé jealous, but the Twilek seem like someone that didn't beat around the bush, and he certainly wouldn't want to get caught up in that fuck up situation.
It was better to quit while he was ahead and get the sithhell out of there.
Padmé sensed his troughs, and said to him "When you make your choice wait five standard minutes and then quietly go into the kitchen, meet me at the service elevators, we'll have some privacy there".
Padmé then walked away and left him at the mercy of that man eater.
Since he had to wait, he decided to do a little good deed while he was there.
He made a hand gesture to the twlik "Bring your husband here".
The female stopped midsentence on whatever she was saying and obeyed the order.
Once she returned with the husband, Anakin made another hand gesture and said to them "You will respect your marriage".
"We will respect our marriage" they both said.
"You will not cheat each other, consensually or not"
"We will not cheat each other, consensually or not".
He turned to the husband and said "You will not pimp out your wife to high ranking members of your government"
"I will not pimp out my wife to high ranking members of my government".
"You will not lust for younger men" said to the wife.
"I will not lust for younger men".
"Good" said Anakin "Now go enjoy yourselves as a couple and forget we had this conversation, but carry out my orders".
"We'll go enjoy ourselves as a couple and forget we had this conversation, but carry out your orders" and with that they left his side and Anakin was hopeful that was the last he would ever see of them.
Well, now that he had his fun, he had to go get consumed like a candy and then discarded as the wrapper, so he was both the candy and the wrapper in that analogy.
He made the long walk across the room, he knew where Padmé wanted to have their little rendezvous, that building had service elevators that go thought the kitchen.
They there so that the maids and the service could arrive without being seen and not soil the the fancy part of the building with their presence.
He entertain for a moment the possibility of getting the sithhell out of there, he could do it, just walk in the opposite direction, go out the door, take the elevator down, get to the lobby and catch the bus to the temple, or better yet, just take a stroll thought the busy streets to clear his mind, once on the temple he could catch up with some friends and then get to sleep, tomorrow would be another day.
Meanwhile she would be in there waiting for him hours until she finally realized he had long gone, then she would send a really angry message to this comm, which he could choose to just ignored or read it with the satisfaction that he had foiled her evil plans.
Serves her right for treating like a dog, what did she think? That she could just bark orders and he would obey blindly? He wasn't her employee, He was a very powerful Jedi, who could expect to control him if he really wanted to do what he wished?
While his head was busy thinking all of this his feet took him the kitchen.
It was empty, a lot of dirty dishes were in the sink along empty bottles but he didn't pay much attention and went straight to the end the room, he opened the door that led to a narrow and bad illumined hallway that contained the large elevators doors and the garbage disposal tube.
Padmé was leaning against the wall, waiting there and typing something in her comm with a big frown on her face.
"Busy much?" asked Anakin.
She raised her index finger and said "One minute" in a very commanding manner.
He got really angry at that and considered turning around and leave her hanging, but decided to let it go, like he let go of most of the things wherever she was involved.
Finally, she put her comm down and looked at him, her face change completely and she gave him her true smile, the intimate one he liked to think she only showed to him.
They shared an intense look for a few minutes, just basking in each other presence.
He was fascinated with her beauty, Padmé was a prime example of the Naboo women, when he had been on Theed he saw thousand years old statues that looked exactly like her, the same elegant slim body, perfectly well rounded and supple proportions and he understood why those sculptors spend all their lives mastering their art just so they could conserve a semblance of that beauty in solid marble for future generations to gaze to.
With Padmé her physical attractiveness was just one side of the coin, the other was her intellect, she was very well educated in the Naboo classics, she spoke fluently several languages and she read a lot of books, not only that, she had the manners of the Queen she used to be, all her moves elegant and fascinating, so measured, secure and deliberated, he could just sit around and watch her intensely all day.
She caressed his cheek with the back of her hand and bit her lip provocatively, suddenly she grab his shirt and pull him closer to her, she was about to give in to kiss him when she stop and whisper to him, her breath on his face "Let's go in the elevator, it smells like trash in here".
He chuckled and decided to follow her advice, he turn around and pressed the button to call the elevator, instantly the doors opened, she must have call it before he arrived.
They both steep in, the elevator was well illumined and had soft material on the walls, after all it was a service elevator, he pushed the button to close the doors.
Once they were shut, she pushed him against the wall lightly, he followed her lead and let her put her arms around his neck.
They begin kissing passionately once more falling into each other after long time, so long, too long.
She caresses him all over his chest, neck and torso, while she pushed her pink, soft and wet tongue into his lips, he opened his mouth and let her in, he could never resist her tongue in any way she decided to used it, be it to form words or applied to his body directly.
He started to touch her all over her feminine back, wrapping his finger around her lightly scented locks, eventually he dropped his hands down to squeeze her small and round ass, to which she responded with a moan, little by little lifting up her dress.
She realized this and stopped him by grabbing his hands while still kissing him, he thought she was paying him in kind, playing hard to get.
"You touch too much, you're dealing with danger, stroking my skin" he said and started to work on her dress more forcefully.
She took his large hands in her smaller ones and brought them between them.
"What's wrong?" he asked her.
"We can't" She answered him.
"Of course, we can, who's going to come here? if somebody calls the elevator, I'll just stop it with the force"
"No, I mean we can't because I need to get back in there and look presentable, there's some people in the party that have been badmouthing the Queen and I have to make a few things very clear to them"
He pushed her hands away angrily "I don't give a fuck about some forceforaken senators, forcedammit!" he yelled at her waving his arms, he was finally ready lo let go of his hurt ego so they could both enjoy each other and then she hit him with this shit.
She looked at him with an annoyed stare "First of all" she said "you don't have to yell, we're very close and in a confine space, secondly, I won't lose my chance of dealing with all the snakes now that they are in the same pit, if I have to look for them one by one it will take me more time, I have priorities Ani, my life just doesn't revolve around you, even if you find that hard to believe".
"Then why did you came here looking for me? Why do you do this me, Padmé? Why do you play with me? Why do you torture me?" he said in a very emotional tone.
"Oh please! don't victimize yourself, I didn't put a blaster to your head and force to come here, you are a willing participant of this and you share as much responsibility as I do".
"Well, I'll just get the fuck out of your way and leave you to your work".
"You don't have to be so coarse, Ani" answered Padmé in a well collected and soft-spoken tone, she only use and allowed that kind of language when she was in the heat of passion, when his cock was very deep inside her and she wanted to push him over the edge "Don't be so stubborn, there are way do things, there's a time and place for everything".
"What are you suggesting exactly?".
She didn't answer his question, she just returned her lips to his and started caressing around the zipper of his pants.
He shivered at her touch and push her away "I don't know, Padmé, I'm not a machine without feelings, I'm not like those toys you keep on the drawer besides the bed, you can't just press a button and make do what you want"
She then realized he needed a little encouragement if she wanted him to drop the façade and let her have her way with him, she couldn't push a button but she could be blunt "Please Ani, you never had any problems getting hard for me, are you seriously telling that me you will deny us the pleasure just to spike me?" she got close to him and began touching him a little more insistently while whispering in his ear "We can't go all the way just yet, in the meantime I'll just very attentively kiss your thick hard cock until its moist enough to push it whole down my hot little mouth and caressed it with my throat until you shatter in my mouth and give me all your hot seed" She said in one smooth quick sentence, in a very nonchalantly tone and Anakin nearly fainted, he certainly was no prude but hearing her describe so clinically what she was going to do to him send an electric shock thought his ears down to his groin, he was immediately ready to please her.
"Don't… say those things!" Anakin responded to her.
"If you don't want to hear it, you'll have to shut my mouth, give in, surrender yourself to me, your body is willing and wanton" She said while running her fingers on his noticeable bulge "It's only your stubborn mind that keep refusing me".
"Padmé, I…"
"Shh…" she shut him up while kneeling and putting her purse on the floor, dropping until her ass touch her ankles because it was the only way her tight dress allowed her to go down on him.
She put a hand on his tight for balance and carefully liberated him from the increasingly constricting fabric, pulling down his zipper slowly and taking him out of his underwear without unbuttoning his pants.
Finally, he was free in front of her, standing up proud and defiant, hot and needy.
She stared at him with desire in her eyes just for a moment so he could se her do it, Anakin's mind was completely clouded, he could only think on the promise her smooth as oil mouth had made to him, whishing she didn't take too long to make good on it.
She closed the soft digits of her right hand around him and felt his pulse causing her to smile happily, it made her so every time she could feel his brave heart beating, proving to her that he was alive and well.
Anakin made a deep moan and Padmé decided it was time to enjoy herself.
She pressed a kiss lightly at the base and inhale all of his masculine scent, she could almost feel it going into her and boiling her blood, exciting her, fueling her desire for him.
She touch him with the tip of her wet tongue and travelled slowly all the way from the base to the tip following the hard tendon on his lower side, but when she was about to finally put in her mouth she went back again to the base, her teasing made Anakin moan once again and he put his hand in her hair trying to set the rhythm, she allowed him to keep his hand in there but she refused to obey.
She had the lead now and she wasn't about to let go it that easily, after all, she was the one taking him, claiming him as her own with her mouth, she might be on her knees but he was the one that was surrendering, the one that was submitting to her will.
She made the trip once again kissing him, leaving traces of her red lipstick all over him.
This time when got to the end she licked the uncut tip, drawing out another sound of appreciation on his part.
She proceeded to engulfed just his head and suck lightly at it, tasting his salty precum.
Finally, she decided that enough was enough, she put her hands behind him, grasping his firm flesh, she exhaled all the air in her lungs, pushed her tongue as closely as she could to the bottom of her mouth and started introducing all of his shaft into her in one slow but continuous motion.
When she finally had the whole of Anakin inside her mouth with the tip of her nose on his crotch she inhaled once again, feeling lightheaded.
"Oh yes, Ani!" She trough making a moan which in turn make him moan with the vibration of her vocal cords applied directly to him.
She remained in that position for a moment, enjoying the sensation of having him beyond her uvula, probing her throat.
Anakin made a sound of pleasure and shivered a little, she could read him like a book, it was the sign that he was trying to hold up from finishing.
She decided otherwise, it was better to wrap it up quick, if she let herself get too caught up, she could lose track of time and spend the rest of the night on her knees sucking him off, not that she minded to.
She pulled him out all the way while hollowing her cheeks around him and then suck him in again a few more times until the feeling of her narrow throat around his head and her lips at his base became too much.
"Oh Padmé, by the force" he muttered between teeth and tug more forcefully at her hair as he came, his cock contracting inside her wet mouth.
"Yes, Anakin, give me all that you got" Padmé trough as she put him all the way down and swallowed every last drop he offered her.
He put his real hand in her neck and felt her gulping him down until he had nothing more to give.
Padmé remain in there a few more minutes, breathing while desperately holding him down.
Finally, she felt him starting to become soft and pull him out, he had her red lipstick smeared all over his cock and groin, all over his pubic hair.
She found that very erotic and it send a shiver all the way down to her core, she could feel her lace underwear soaked with her excitement, if only Anakin could see thought his own wounded ego he would realize how hard it was for her to put her duty before her personal desires, she wanted him as much as he did her and it was killing her having to wait.
She stroked him with her small hand twice and then kiss him and very attentively put him away inside his pants.
She pulled herself up by his clothes and wrap her arms around his neck, her legs were wobbly after the uncomfortable position and the excitement.
It always gave her personal pleasure putting all that hard flesh she loved so much down her throat, she loved to please him, but she still needed him to push hard his cock against that sweet spot deep inside her that he always seemed to find so easily.
Anakin was breathing hard; she giggled a little in that adorable way of hers and went to kiss his lips pushing with head from behind with her hand.
He turned his head aside and instead kiss her long, thin and aristocratic neck.
"I just gave you the most amazing oral sex you could ever ask for and you're not even capable of thanking me with a kiss" Padmé said to him.
"Precisely for that reason I won't kiss you on the lips" answered Anakin playfully.
"You can be such an ass sometimes; I would leave alone but I may fall down".
They spend a few more precious minutes more in there, just holding on to each other without saying anything.
Anakin wished they could stay in there forever.
When they bodies came together it all make sense, it wasn't really that complicated after all, at least it didn't have to be, why they couldn't just be like this? Pressed like this for all eternity?
It was those damn words than hold them prisoners, that burden them with responsibilities, that bind them and keep them apart.
It was the mind that was the prison of the body.
And of course, she had to talk and let in the situation they found themselves.
"Come on, Ani, let's get out of here…"
"I don't want to" he muttered as she set herself free and pressed the bottom to open the door.
He followed her by the hand to the kitchen where she stopped at the sink.
She washed her face, cleaning away the light drool in her lips, her sneered lipstick and mascara.
She produced a little golden and mahogany compact mirror out of her purse, powder her nose and applied more red to her lips.
He just stood there, leaning against the table behind her, watching her elegant movements, undressing her with his eyes, thinking of all the naughty things he would make her do later in retaliation for keeping him waiting.
She checked the newly applied make up one last time and then look him in the eyes thought the little mirror.
"Go along now, I'll have you later at my apartment" Padmé said to him lightly uncomfortable by the way he was looking at her.
"You'll have me later? I'm not a meal, Padmé".
"Don't start again, Ani, you know what I mean, I got business to attend to".
Having said that she left him all alone in the kitchen and return to the party.
Anakin waited a few more minutes and the walk out.
He finally did what he should have done since the beginning and just walk away.
He went head down straight thought the people without looking to anyone, and if someone saw him and call him over, he didn't notice.
He was angry again, he felt as used a as a twilek whore on a tattoine canteen.
He felt desire too, sexual and for revenge, he wanted Padmé to be screaming his name with his cock buried all the way to her womb, he wanted to subdue her, to make her pay for what she did to him, he wanted to take control of her body so he could feel that he was the one in charge, and not the other way around.
He wanted for just one moment feel that he was his own man, that he could do whatever he liked, that he wasn't just a tool, a tool of pleasure to Padmé, a tool of the force, of republic or the jedi order.
He reached the main hall and pressed the bottom to call the turbolift, he stood for a moment just thinking.
When it finally opened a group of beautiful people walked out of the turbolift, the party was long from over.
He walk in.
It was empty.
He stood until the doors automatically closed.
He raised his arm to pressed a bottom when he suddenly realized he didn't know where to go.
He could go up to Padmé's apartment, it was probably what she was expecting of him, he would wait around until she finally decided to grace him with her presence.
He could grab something to eat, she always had those nice Naboo cheesecakes on her fridge, maybe watch something on the holonet or play on the holostation she got for him while he waited, it could be fun.
And then she would just come waltzing in with a look of triumph on her beautiful face, mocking him, happy to know that he was her good obedient lap dog and that he would do absolutely everything she told him to.
They would probably fuck as soon as she arrived, and she would be in control of everything, it didn't matter what they do.
He could tie her arms against her back, gag her mouth with her wet underwear and put a cloth over her eyes, like he had done several times in the past, and she would still be in the lead, even if she put on a show of surrendering she would still in total control.
But by the force, how he wanted to, to please her, to surrender his will and his pride to her every whim, would it really be that bad? to let himself go?
Yes, it would, he couldn't just make it so easy for her, he knew he couldn't win at her wicked game, the only way to get ahead of her was refusing to play, refusing to be used and consumed.
Force! he felt so angry, his skin was hot and he felt like he was going to crawl out of it. He hit the polished mirror on the opposite side of the door with his metallic hand shattering it.
As the broken shards hit the floor he trough "What a shame! this was a nice turbolift, no wonder they don't let the common rubble that wipes their floors ride in it, well, what are you gonna do? the bastards can pay to fix this up and much more."
He just didn't know what to do with himself, he certainly wasn't going to get up and twiddle his thumbs while he waited for her, and he wouldn't return to the temple, as soon as he locked the door to his room and find himself alone, he would come back running to her.
"On days like these, in times like this, I feel like an animal, deep inside" He trough and he was right, when it came to her he was an animal, he didn't have the true trait of a man, he wasn't able to subdue the drives of his body to his mind.
Why couldn't just control his impulses? His desires? She wouldn't be able to take advantage of him if he refused to comply.
Suddenly he had a brilliant idea, if he didn't want to do what she wanted the he should do the opposite and see where that took him.
The first step of his great plan was finally getting the sith hell out there.
He pushed the button to the elegant lobby and head straight for the door past the security post, almost running away for his life.