Author's Note: Special thanks to all of you that favorited, followed and reviewed! I'm glad you're liking the story thus far and I have a feeling you'll be liking exactly where it goes...this will be long, I'm a detailed writer, I like details. My writing skills have definitely improved quite a bit from my earlier stories here and I am a fan of the stories in first person POV's. It's more intimate and real. And as promised, this is in Vader's POV and you'll see a few different shades of him here... I hope you enjoy!
Fifty Shades of Vader: Ch. 2
Darth Vader
The door to my master bedroom slides back open when I finish making the necessary arrangements with my personal assistant and my breath hitches at the beauty of my fiancé still lying gloriously naked on the bed, just like I left her.
I don't normally fuck or pleasure or have anything to do with virgins- yet as I look at her...her mouth swollen, bruised and bleeding. Her breasts glistening from a light layer of sweat that outlines just how round and plush and pink they are. Her thighs spread showing a thin layer of dark hair at the apex of her thighs and her perfect, tight little pink pussy...I'm completely powerless at stopping myself from moving back to the bed faster than the speed of light and then I'm exactly where I want to be- where I need to be, between my fiancé's smooth slender legs, spreading them wider and giving her a hooded look full of dark promises and then I fuck her perfect little pussy with as promised- my mouth, lips, tongue and teeth...and thumb, I didn't mention the last one to her but the rough pad of my thumb's there too.
I growl deep in my throat as I ravish the tight drenched folds of her pussy and even work two fingers of my other hand in there to help spread her folds so I can force my tongue deeper inside of her. If I didn't already know she was a virgin, I'd know now...because, fuck. I don't even know if I'll be able to fit my fingers and tongue all the way inside her, let alone my swollen, throbbing, begging, leaking dick.
Something powerful and carnal and primitive unleashes inside of me knowing that no other man was here before. I'm her first, and I'll be her last once she says I do and we kiss tonight for the first time as man and wife.
Padmé moans, her whole body writhing and shivering and shaking with nothing but need and desire. That urges me on and I use my two fingers to spread her a little wider, to lick a little deeper and use my thumb to rub her swollen, tender bud. I love how reactive her body is to my every touch, how she moans and screams and yells: Ani! in a breathless high pitched wail. I'm finding out a lot about her already, and I'm looking forward to learning everything there is to know about not only her small beautiful body, but about her.
If we're going to be spending a lifetime together, I want to know everything.
Just like what makes her tick in bed. I flick my tongue inside her core experimentally, attacking the upper walls of her drenched folds and her hips jump up off the bed to push my tongue deeper inside her pussy. I crook my fingers inside of her to hit that one spot where my tongue just was...and again, her hips jump off the bed to push me even deeper inside her. I bare my teeth and drag them along her inner walls and she moans a low throaty moan. I wrap my lips around the bottom of her swollen bud and her thighs wrap around my head like a vise and she says something under her breath that's not loud enough for me to hear with her thighs squeezing my head into oblivion.
Interesting...I store this newfound knowledge of a few of her ticks away in the back of my brain, and slow down my ravishing, ruthless pace. I want to give her everything, to let her experience how good I can make her feel and if she took my deal, I'd let her call the shots and do whatever she wanted to me, or allow her to tell me exactly what she wanted me to do to her tonight...but she didn't take the deal.
She did agree to my marriage proposal though, even after I told her that she was free and that I'd see to it that she made it back home to her family on Naboo if that's where she wanted to go...but instead, she asked if my marriage proposal was still on the table, and how can I say no to her? Even if I wanted to, even if I should've...I'm completely powerless to resist her. Everything about her calls to me like a moth to a flame...but tonight, and every night after this one, I'm going to be the flame and she'll be the moth that can't get enough of the raging inferno burning deep inside me.
I need her to see this raging inferno, I need to show her just what kind of man I truly am. I'm a Sith Lord, the second most powerful man in the galaxy...I need her to see that side of me. I need her to see exactly who I am.
I have about an hour, hour and a half before we have to start getting ready...so I have that much time to let my fiancé know just what I'll expect from her when we're locked behind closed doors...just me and her. I don't want her to get these romantic ideas of me in her head, and then have me squash them and have her regret marrying me. If she wants to be my wife, then she needs to know just who she's marrying and I need to know that she can handle me. I know she's a virgin and will be new to everything we do and try, but if my fantasies...desires scare her away, I'd rather it be now when we're just getting to know one another rather than later, when I'm too far gone for her to ever let her go...
Because I think...I think, I could fall in love with someone like her- with her and I never thought I could feel such a strong emotion that wasn't connected to darkness. I'm so far gone into the darkness already, its all I know and if she wants to be my wife...then she needs to be able to handle me, she needs to be able to trust me and tell me when too much is too much.
I take one last lick of her delicious pussy before pushing her legs away from my head and flat down onto the mattress on either side of me and I rise to my knees. It's time she sees me for me. "Raise your arms over your head, keep them down against the mattress above you." She jumps at my cold demanding tone, her eyes widen as she looks down over the mounds of her breasts to see me kneeling between her spread thighs.
She whimpers, then licks her swollen, bruised and blood-caked lips and complies with my command. Her brown eyes darken in desire and I see nothing but trust and happiness and...an emotion I can't quite name behind them. "Why'd you-"
I raise a hand to stop her. "You don't talk unless I give you permission or I ask you a question." The edges of her lips tug down, and I have to remind myself what she's been through these last two years, especially the last four months between Jabba the Hutt and Sandi...I can't treat her like they did, like I treated the other women that came before her, who knew exactly what I expected of them. I make sure to soften the tone of my voice, and feel the need to explain something to her, "You see, Padmé...this is who I am. If you're going to say: I do and then kiss me tonight as my wife, then I need you to understand this." I crawl over to the side of her and move up the bed, gesturing her to follow me and when I'm lying down, I pat my smooth chest for her to lay her head down on me. "Good girl," I wrap my left arm around her and squeeze one of her round soft butt cheeks that fills the palm of my hand.
Her plush round breasts are still hard against my side, she drapes her left leg over my thigh possessively and the differences between us in this very moment couldn't be any more obvious.
We contrast like a Hutt to a Toydarian.
I'm big, muscular, hairy and naturally tanned.
She's small, soft, smooth and pale.
We come from two very different worlds and backgrounds and I have to keep that firmly in my mind. I can't just expect her to be open and willing to do whatever depraved things I want her to do with me. She may not like it rough, or like to be handled with a whip or flog or belt or be tied up or gagged or blindfolded or have her hair pulled roughly toward me as I fuck into her tight little pussy from behind...but I can't go slow, or soft or be anyone different from who I am.
I try my best to figure out how to explain that to her, because if she doesn't comprehend just the kind of man she's going to marry in just under two hours, then I might as well just put her on a shuttle bound for Naboo, instead of setting us both up for the inevitable disappointment. I care too much for her already, and I feel protective of her, too.
If I didn't, I wouldn't have stopped fucking her pussy with my mouth and fingers until she begged me to stop, and I probably wouldn't have stopped even then.
That's why I had to stop, before I fucked her with abandon and completely lost myself inside of her. I want her first time tonight to be special, to be something that she'll remember for the rest of her life...in a good way. I don't want her to regret her first and most important night with me.
Her wedding night.
She'll only ever get married once, and I won't have it spoiled for her by my lack of control.
I must be quiet for too long, pondering my words, because she speaks first, "Ani?" she looks up at me from my chest with big brown eyes full of...concern. I should be the one feeling that way, not her. "Is everything okay?"
I scrub my right hand over my face before pulling her closer to me with my left hand that's still groping her ass. "Yes...and no," I shrug, then say what's on my mind, deciding to forgo any punishment for her speaking without permission. "You remember my story, right?" she nods against my shoulder, where she's now lying her head. "You remember what I said about me not being a gentleman? About me not being a lover?" she nods again, and I run a frustrated hand through my long hair. "Then, If we're going to do this, Padmé, then I need you to get a taste, a real taste of just who and what I am before we say I do tonight."
"Okay," she nods, her brown eyes burning with something...burning with desire? "Tell me, I'm yours to-"
Having her agreement, I quickly unwrap myself from around her and hop off the side of the bed, stopping her words as they come out of her mouth. "Over here, drop to your knees before me." She jumps at my command and drops to her bare knees on the soft crimson carpet of my bedroom. "Bow your head and place your hands on your thighs, palms up." She does and I feel myself growing harder than I've been all day, she's beautiful. And mine. All mine. "Whenever I snap my fingers and we're alone, no matter where we are...here, in the pleasure room, on a ship...wherever, when I snap my fingers you drop right to your knees, bow your head and place your hands on your thighs, palms up. Understand?"
She nods from down on the floor. "I do."
"Good girl." I pet her on her head as a reward. "This is what being a submissive is all about, when you're kneeling at my feet and posing like that, you're telling me that you're mine to dominate. Your putting your trust and faith in me that I'll take care of you, that I'll make you feel a lot of things that you never felt before but like I said before all of this, I won't degrade you, I won't humiliate you and I won't hurt you...much. There will be pain, I won't lie to you about that, but it's nothing you won't be able to handle, tolerate and overcome."
She says nothing, but I could feel her mind digesting everything I'm telling her.
"When you follow my commands and are a good girl, you'll be rewarded." I continue, clasping my hands behind my back and walk in circles around her to inspect her beauty. "When you defy my orders or do something or say something out of turn, you'll be punished. Understand?"
She nods, "I do."
"Good girl, and when we're like this...I want you to refer me as, Sir."
Her eyes jump to mine, then dart back down. "Yes...Sir."
"Is there a problem?"
She looks up at me and back to the floor as if she's thinking of whether or not to say something. Then she decides to speak, "I thought you wanted me to call you Ani, when we're alone."
Ah. "I do, when we're alone and not playing our roles." I crouch before her and rub the back of my hand over her soft cheek. "As my wife, you're more than free to call me, Ani. But as my submissive, when you're kneeling at my feet and awaiting my every command...I'm Sir, understand?"
"Yes, Sir."
I grant her a smile and kiss her softly on her forehead. "Good girl," I stand back to my feet and resume my inspection of her beauty. I can't even hide the affect her submission has on me. I'm naked, my arousal can't hide even if it was hidden behind layers and layers of clothing. "You see the affect you have on me?"
She looks up at my throbbing erection and her eyes go wide, her pupils dilate and her tongue even sweeps her bottom lip...
Fuck. "Would you like a taste?" My erection is throbbing painfully and I reach down to squeeze the base of my dick.
Her eyes get even darker. "Yes, Sir."
My hips jerk forward on their own and my dick leaks even more in anticipation of her mouth, lips and tongue. "Then go ahead and sit up a little more on your knees so you can get your first taste of man."
She does as ordered and pushes herself up a little higher on her knees and I take a step closer to her. I rub my fist up and down the length of my dick and I almost completely lose it when she looks up at me with a look of pure molten desire and leans her head forward to get her first taste of man.
Her first taste of me.
Her tongue touches the crown of my dick and it feels like an electric prod to my spine. My hips jerk and her lips come to wrap around me, just enough to take the cut purple crown of my dick in her mouth and I stay there, enjoying the wet warmth of her mouth. I think I can stay like this forever and be fully satisfied, but we both have other ideas.
She takes a little more of me into her mouth and pulls back, she takes a little more of me into her mouth again and then pulls her mouth and lips and tongue away from me. Every time she does this, she only goes to take more and more of me into her mouth until the crown of my dick hits the soft back of her throat and her gag reflex makes her gag. But she doesn't let that stop her, she pulls back and goes right back to exploring and licking and sucking my dick.
I sift my hands through her hair and encourage her and compliment her, telling her how good a girl she is and how amazing she's making me feel. I want her to feel good as she makes me feel unbelievable. I want this to mean as much to her as it does to me. I want her to want to please me, like I want to please her.
I've never wanted anything- or anyone more than I want her. I knew it from the second I saw her holograms and I wouldn't take no for an answer from Sandi, even if it meant me physically having to go down to where her club was and take Padmé out of there myself. I would've done it too, but I know enough people like Sandi to know that credits talk and I happen to have a near limitless amount of them to buy anything I could ever want-
Even the woman who could be the only one I'll ever love and cherish.
I watch her as she sucks and licks my dick like its the best thing she's ever tasted and I know that I've made the right choice in buying her, freeing her and proposing marriage to her. She gets me, even if she doesn't see that yet. We're a lot alike, but we're also very different and that's a part of what intrigues me about her.
She's innocent, I'm anything but.
She's hopeful and dreamy, I'm a realist and I already know what my future holds for me.
She's young and trying to figure out her life- a life that was ruthlessly taken from her two years ago, I'm young too, but my path was set for me before I was even born.
She was a slave for two years, and I was as a child and am now to the Emperor, my Master.
I'm nothing without my Master, he knows this and he's the reason why I'm the man I am today. He made me me, and without the purpose and direction in life he's given me...who am I? I'll just be the same slave boy I was as a young child before he came into my life.
Powerless.
Afraid.
Alone.
He's given me power that I never knew existed deep within myself before. He's given me the strength to overcome my fears by teaching me that fears are just something that your mind constructs as a challenge for you to overcome. And he's given me him, an anchor in life that I can tie myself to and know that no matter where in the galaxy I am, he's never that far away...and now I have Padmé.
I've only known her for a very short time, not even an hour and I already feel tied to her. I can't explain my feelings, I just know I've never felt this way before I saw her hologram and then saw her standing absolutely clueless in the turbolift.
Even in a dress that didn't fit her and in heels that were too big for her small feet, I still thought that she was the most beautiful woman in the galaxy. An Angel, if ever there was one.
My Angel.
I groan as she brings the crown of my dick down her throat again and again, it hits her gag reflex. "Breathe through your nose," I tell her, still sifting my hands in her silky soft hair. "I'm too big for you, Angel. I don't expect for you to take me all the way to the back of your throat, just use your soft hands and wrap them around my dick."
Fuck me. Her hands feel perfect around my dick, but I'm a big guy and I'm strong. I'm also a sadist and a masochist and can endure any kind of physical pain, my Master even had to resort to other kinds of torture to punish me when I defy him.
"I'm not fragile," I fist my hands around hers and really squeeze to show her what I like as she continues to suck and lick the underside of my aching dick. "Just like that," I cant my hips and push myself further into her sweet mouth and fists.
She takes me without complaint and I can even feel a moan vibrate around and down my dick and that only makes me smile. I'm glad that she likes her first taste of man but we haven't even truly begun tonight. I still have more to test her on.
"That's enough," I take a step back and grunt at seeing the beads of pre-cum on her lips and a trail of her saliva on my dick leading back to her mouth like a web, a tangible rope that ties us together. Did I mention I'm a masochist? Because I am, the thought of fisting my hand in her hair and fucking her mouth with my dick makes my blood freeze just like the dark side of the Force that's constantly flowing through my veins...I take a deep breath and come back to myself. "How'd you like your first taste of man?"
Her eyes snap up to mine and she licks the saliva and beads of pre-cum from her lips. "I've never tasted anything like it," she smiles up at me, oblivious to the one word she forgot until she sees my narrowed gaze and seems to recall just what the rules were, but before I could correct her or call her out on it, she adds, "Sir."
Good girl. "I'm glad, because I certainly liked the taste of your sweet pussy. I never tasted anything so sweet." I pet her on the head and resume my walk around her. "How do you handle pain?"
Her back straightens at my sudden change of topic. "I..."
She pauses for a long moment and I take mercy on her by asking, "do you trust me?" I want her so badly to say yes, but I'd totally understand if she didn't. I'm still a stranger to her and I have a reputation that's infamously known across the galaxy. I wouldn't blame her for wanting to run far far away from me...and yet, when she had the chance, she asked if my marriage proposal was still on the table. That has to mean something, right?
"Yes, Sir," she says without hesitation making me sigh in relief.
But...it also makes me question why. "You trust me?" I ask again, a hint of disbelief in my voice.
She meets my eyes when I walk around to the front of her and crouch down before her. "Yes, Sir." Again, no hesitation, but there's a furrow in her brows like she doesn't understand why I asked her the same question twice.
"Why?" The question rips its way out of me before I can swallow my own self-doubt down.
Her eyes soften and she looks to the floor before looking back up at me. "Because...if you wanted to hurt me, you would've already. I came here and you could've done anything you wanted to me, believing I willingly signed up for it. If you didn't care about me, you wouldn't have treated me as well as you have. You wouldn't have given me a choice." There's a subtle change in her voice and her eyes look a bit glassy. "I know who you are. I know what you've done. I know that you'll kill and do whatever you feel you have too to protect the Empire you love and serve. I know that you'll protect and care for me as well as you do the Empire-"
I cut the short distance between us and bring our lips crashing together. I can't explain what just happened but I like it. I like everything she said, I like that she trusts me and sees me for me and doesn't expect me to act or be any different from who I am. I like that she's putting her trust and faith in me and is willing to do this for me.
It pleases me like you wouldn't possibly believe.
"You're right," I say against her swollen, and bruised and still blood-caked lips. "And you're wrong. The Empire has a whole army and navy and stormtrooper corps to protect and defend and carry out its will...you have me. All of me, and there's nothing I won't do to make you feel happy and safe and secure as my wife."
"I know," she kisses my lips and I breathe in her scent, mold my forehead to hers and then the moment's over and I rise back to my feet.
Now that I know she trusts me and why, I feel a sense of calm and belonging resonate deep inside me. She belongs to me, just like I belong to her. "You're mine, Padmé. All of you. If anyone causes you pain, its me. If anyone makes you cry, its me. If anyone makes you scream, its me." I pause behind her. "Understand?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Good." I stand to the left of her and look down at the perfect mounds of her breasts. "I want you on all fours, face the nightstand." She turns to the right to face the nightstand and follows my command so her round ass is in the air, her hands and knees are flat on the carpet. I crouch down beside her and rub my hand over the round globes of her ass. "Has anyone ever spanked you before?"
"No, Sir."
I already knew the answer but I like to be vocal. To make her as much a part of this experience as me. I raise my right hand and bring it crashing down on her ass, the slap of my hand on her ass making her gasp and whimper and leaving a red mark in its wake. I rub the redness on her pale bare ass, then raise my hand and smack her ass again.
Smack.
Smack.
Smack.
I give her a total of five smacks on the ass and then rub my hand over the red marks my hand just left and compliment her. "Very good, Angel." She took the spanking very well, of course it's not as painful as a paddle or belt or flog but it's a start and I won't push her anymore than I know she could take. We'll start slow and work our way up over time. "How does your ass feel?"
She looks back at me over her shoulder, "sore." She doesn't say Sir and I let it slide as a reward for handling the spanking so well.
I give her ass a soft kiss and then think of something that'll make her feel better and will properly reward her. "You deserve a reward for being so good," I lift her up in my arms like she weighs nothing and drop her back on the bed. I spread her thighs and bury my face right back into the short layer of dark hair and her sweet sweet pussy.
Her orgasm is almost immediate, she cums before I can even attempt to get my tongue fully in there. I'm both extremely pleased and pissed. Pleased because I must've turned her on with my spanking and my words for her to be so close, and pissed because I didn't get to enjoy her pussy. But this wasn't about me. It was about her and finding what she likes and doesn't like, and she can't say she didn't like what we just did. The evidence to the contrary is all over my mouth, lips and tongue as I lap her dry and enjoy the sweet taste of her cum.
I'm fully aware of some of her cum remaining on my face and I take this opportunity to further test her. "Do I have something on my face?" she blushes a deep red and nods. "Clean my face with your tongue."
She blushes even more, but doesn't say no or hesitate. She leans up to me, where I hover above her, and she licks her cum from my face until all that's left is her saliva. I kiss her deeply on the lips when she's done and tangle our tongues together to taste her sweetness on her lips and tongue and to let her taste herself through me.
I slide my hand behind her head and hold our gaze. "Did you enjoy being spanked?" she nods. "Do you like the way I talk to you?" she nods again. "Did you like tasting yourself on my face?" she tries to look away as her face keeps getting darker and darker red. "My dirty, dirty girl." I've never met anyone quite like her before and I'm glad that she's open and honest with me...that she isn't afraid of me.
I don't know what I'd do if she feared me. It would gut me alive, like a lightsaber to my abdomen. I'd hate myself. And I won't let us ever get to that point. I know she trusts me, but that doesn't mean she'll speak up for herself when she needs too.
I need her to know she can speak up when something's hurting her or if she wants to stop for any reason. "You remember when I mentioned a safe word?" she nods her head, her eyes still locked on mine. "Before we do anything like this where it may hurt or cause you any discomfort, I'll ask you for a safe word. I need you to promise me that you'll use that safe word whenever you want me to stop and for whatever reason. If we do something you don't like, use the safe word and tell me and I won't do it again."
Her eyes go soft and hell, I think mine do too. Though, if they did, I won't admit to it. "I promise, if you do something I don't like or hurts me too much, I'll say the safe word."
Good girl. I kiss her on her forehead and let my lips linger there as I inhale the scent of her that's like something I never smelled before. "Good, because I want us both to feel pleasure and to feel good. I may try something or do something that will cause momentary and temporary pain but know that I'm not doing it to cause you harm, but because it's my way of claiming ownership and dominance over you. To remind you that you're mine and to show you how much I desire and want you."
"I'll always want to be yours." She sighs, her warm breath tickling my chin and neck. "I'll always want you to be mine."
This girl. "When we marry and say I do and kiss each other as man and wife...you will always be mine and I'll make sure you always feel wanted and cared for. I may have a unique way of showing my feelings but this is who I am and I always believed that actions spoke louder than words."
I've learned that lesson well growing up, my Master punished me using force and the Force not his words to get his disappointment across. He always told me what I did wrong after, and I made sure not to make the same mistake twice. Though, I will admit that I wasn't always an eager student and I was sometimes too headstrong for my own good.
Padmé wraps her slender arms around my neck. "I can't wait until I'm your wife." She smiles brilliantly and I can't stop myself from cracking a smile at how happy she is to be marrying me.
Who would've thought an innocent eighteen year old girl from Naboo who's been forced into sex slavery would've fallen for me, a Dark Lord of the Sith and agreed to marry me at her own free will? I don't even think there's holodramas on the HoloNet that are quite that bizarre, and there are a lot of bizarre holodramas out there.
None are quite as bizarre as real life though. "And I, my lady, can't wait until your my wife." I bring our lips back together but this time, there's nothing urgent or carnal about it. I don't think I've ever kissed a woman like this. Its too intimate and deep, something only reserved for two life partners like us.
But it's not me.
I'm not gentle, I'm rough.
I'm not soft, I'm hard.
I'm not patient, I'm demanding.
I pull back from the kiss and meet my fiancé's eyes. I can see the desire building there, behind her big brown eyes. I feel desire growing in me too, but I can't put that desire to use just yet. I need to get myself out of this mess and out of it quick.
Padmé saves me from it. "I think we need to shower before we can get ready for our wedding...unless this is how you plan on marrying me?" Amusement lights up her eyes. "Sir?" she adds, earning a deep growl from me.
I lift her into my arms and walk her towards the refresher, the door slides open sensing our approach and I start the shower with the Force and step into the stall, closing the glass partition behind us. The water is warm and getting warmer by the second. I lower Padmé down so she's standing on her bare feet and I growl watching the water sluice a path down her body, the water trickling between her breasts and down her flat belly to the short dark hair above her pink little pussy.
I can't wait to get inside her tonight, I need to get inside her tonight- soon, now. But I can't, not yet and this showering idea wasn't a good one now that I'm stuck in here with her watching the water flow down her beautiful body and trickle to places I want to touch and lick and kiss and nip and mark as mine.
Her hair is flowing down over her shoulders and down to her shoulder blades. I brush her hair with my hand and grab the bottle of shampoo from where it stands on the side and squeeze some into my hand. I rub my hands together and begin to wash her hair.
This doesn't help. It's torture but I can handle torture. I can handle anything. Even if it kills me.
I never knew something as simple as this could be so intimate but it is. I've never done this before and I find myself liking this, its domestic and something I could get used too. I never liked staying here before when I was on-planet, I preferred being on my ship and traveling around the galaxy, fighting battles and handling Imperial business abroad.
I only ever contacted Sandi for the services of her agency to keep myself busy when I was here for a lengthy stay or had some steam that I couldn't quite blow by destroying my battle droids or through meditation or by honing my Force powers to become stronger in them- I only ever used her agency when I needed to blow some steam through sex.
But this...this is better. I can get used to this and if it means having Padmé here, I won't mind being stuck around Imperial Center so much. I might even stick around more than I usually do just to be close to her.
I sigh in contentment, and that's not something I ever do, and wash the shampoo out of her hair and when I'm done, she washes mine and I keep my eyes on her breasts and those hard pink nipples that are begging for my touch. I reach up and graze her nipple with my thumb and her body reacts immediately, she gasps and arches her back, pushing her breast into my touch.
"You like that?" My voice is husky, low...hoarse. "I think you do."
She doesn't speak, but her body does all the talking for her. I smile smugly and let her finish with my hair, then we do it again with the conditioner and move onto the soap and soaping each other up and down, leaving no patch of skin untouched. I even find out she's ticklish on her sides and the pads of her feet.
Good to know.
I'm not ticklish but when she grazes my dick and fists her hands around my aching, throbbing length, I can't help but groan deep in my chest and I do it again when she cups my full, heavy balls in her hand that are begging for release...she knows what she's doing to me and I let her do it. I'll allow her to believe she's in control here, but out there...I'll reassert my dominance and teach her a thing or two about what it means to be a dominant.
And I know I'll enjoy every second.
She keeps on surprising me and I find myself falling for her harder and harder with every new thing I learn. "Do you like that?" her voice isn't amused, it's serious...curious.
I fist my hand around hers and fuck our fists. "Very much," I grunt. "Just like I'll enjoy fucking you tonight until my breath gives out and I can't move."
Her breath hitches and she actually moans at my words alone.
"Like that, huh?" I fuck into her fist again. "Me inside you, fucking in and out of your sweet little pussy that's going to be so sore and aching by the time I'm done. Can you feel it already?" I squeeze our fists around my dick even tighter and fuck them again. "You can, can't you? You're begging for it."
I can see the affect my words have on her through her heavy breasts, hard nipples, her pussy that's clenching and begging for my very touch. Begging for my dick inside her. The buildup to fucking is just as great as fucking itself.
And us on our bed, fucking until we can't fuck anymore...until we can't even walk...it really can't come soon enough. I'll try to go easy on her, to break her in gently but I can't and won't guarantee anything. I'm too wound up and aching already, I know that I won't last very long during our first round until I explode inside her tight little pussy and I have a very strong feeling that she'll cum right along with-
"Yes. Just like that." Padmé's washing the soap off me now, fisting my length as she chases the soap away. "Fuck."
This girl, like I said, gets me. I like it rough and I like the way her hands feel on my flesh, on my skin and I won't complain when she wants to experiment with my body. I'll be her plaything in the shower...I'll be her plaything for now, but not for long.
When I send away my PA and the tailor and the holyman and my droids tonight, and have the palace to ourselves again...then I'll snap my fingers and give her what we both want.
Me inside her.
Repeatedly.
Without mercy.
We finish in the shower and step out and dry ourselves off with a towel. I dry my hair with another towel until it's mostly dry and then blow dry it. I let Padmé use it next and I wrap myself up in a bathrobe and step out into the room and into my closet to begin getting dressed. I leave the door open and hear the doorcom buzz.
Just in time.
I go and open the door to my PA, Commander Keller. He bows, and then says, "My Lord, the tailor is here as requested with the wedding dresses and clothes for Ms. Padmé and the holyman is waiting down in the conference room."
This is why I keep him around. He's the only one I trust to keep track of my non-military business, which includes my personal affairs. He always gets the job done and his loyalty to me is off the charts. I'm not like the Emperor who demands loyalty, I like to earn loyalty and that's because loyalty in and of itself can't be expected or demanded, it has to be earned.
Just like respect.
"Thank you, Commander." I mean it and I know he could tell. "Have the tailor set up in here, we just got out of the shower and she doesn't know about the tailor coming."
"Yes, My Lord." He bows to me and goes to get the tailor.
I'm only dressed now in black dress pants that I wear as part of the black Imperial dress uniform I sometimes wear with my black armorweave cape under my cloak. I don't bother wearing any underwear underneath and I know Padmé won't mind that one bit.
I make my way back to Padmé in the refresher and the door slides open. She's standing before the mirror still drying her hair. "I have the tailor out in the bedroom, when you're done drying off, go and meet her." I don't tell her anything else, I turn around and go back to my huge walk-in closet to finish getting dressed and once I'm done and set foot back in the bedroom, Padmé's getting her measurements taken and the tailor bows to me.
"My Lord," she says.
I incline my head to her and look around at the mess she's caused with various boxes and hangers with wedding dresses on them that I have no doubt will be beautiful on my bride. "I'll be outside, let me know when you're done here." I tell the tailor, then turn my attention to Padmé. "I don't want to see you in your dress until you're ready to marry me. Take your time, don't rush on my behalf."
Her eyes shine with gratitude, adoration and...is that love? I'm not sure, what does love look like? I can't say. I leave her to it and meet the Commander in the hall.
He stands at attention when he notices me. "My Lord...are congratulations in order?" That's his way of asking for permission to congratulate me, he's smart not to make any assumptions.
I straighten out my dress uniform and nod. "Yes, Commander. I knew it from the second I saw her holograms that she was destined to be mine. I'm just glad that the feeling is mutual."
Commander Keller smiles at me, genuinely and congratulates me. "Congratulations, My Lord. She's a fine young lady."
"That she is, and we'll have some talking to do about making the necessary arrangements for her. I want her to feel and make herself at home here and I also told her that she's not to leave this palace without an escort. I don't want any harm to come to her because of me." I don't want any harm to come to her period, but mostly not because of me. I won't be able to live with myself if she died or was seriously injured because of our association.
If her fearing me would gut me alive, feel like a lightsaber to the gut...then her becoming injured or dying because of me would burn me alive. And I'd deserve it, might as well take my limbs too. I wouldn't be me if I lost her because of my own lack of foresight and lack of necessary precautions.
Commander Keller's been around along enough to know what I mean when I say necessary arrangements. "Would you like me to summon the Noghri, My Lord?"
The Noghri. My Death Commandos.
"Yes. Summon them for early tomorrow morning. I'll be here until further notice but I want my Intelligence operatives to be in the loop and to keep their eyes and ears open. I also want an armed guard with Padmé at all times, and the Noghri hiding in the shadows nearby doing what they do. I don't need to tell you what'll happen if any harm comes to her..." I let my threat linger in the air before changing the subject. "Now, where's the holyman?"
The Commander brings me to where he's waiting and we get right down to business discussing what I want for our ceremony.
Forty-five minutes later and I'm standing in another conference room that we had cleared out for our wedding to take place in. I didn't have much time- no time really to plan and all that was important to me was getting a holyman here to preside over our wedding to make our union official.
I don't care for such events and Padmé didn't make any requests, other than to speak to her parents and if she wants to do that after, I'll let her use my office to make the call herself.
My palms are sweaty as I await her, I straighten out my uniform for the tenth time in as many minutes and keep picking at imaginary pieces of lint. I'm doing anything to pass the time and to calm my nerves.
The tailor said that Padmé was ready and that she took her measurements to make her some new outfits that would be delivered as soon as each of them were made, because Padmé didn't come with anything other than what was she was wearing and that dress and those heels clearly weren't hers.
I'll be sure to pay Sandi a visit before too long and give her a piece of my mind. Is every other young woman there a sex slave too? I know the last few girls I had come here were all too eager to please me, they were broken in already and knew their role and played it well. We may have enjoyed our time while it lasted but they had nothing on Padmé. Padmé's captivated me from the beginning and I know she will to the end. We'll enjoy our time together and I know it will be for a long long time.
I'm excited about this journey and where it will take us, even if I know we'll have to deal with a number of challenges, I'm sure we can work through them together.
We're a team now.
The door slides open finally and my breath feels like it just got punched out me. I feel my jaw become numb, my eyes are wide and...fuck. I can't even think straight. I don't even know how to describe what she's wearing, I just know she looks stunning. If she was an Angel before, she's a goddess now.
My droids, R2-D2 and C-3PO seem to agree because R2's chirping and beeping away frantically and 3PO is commenting on how beautiful the stranger is that just walked in. Commander Keller shushes 3PO but his eyes are on Padmé too.
I can't blame them.
Padmé doesn't even seem to notice them. Her eyes are solely on me and her eyes are hungrily roaming over every inch of my muscular form and face. I shoot her a wink and notice her blush. She makes her way to me and when she reaches me, we hold hands and squeeze.
I want to kiss her so bad right now but I can't do that until the holyman says too. I nod to let the holyman know he can begin, but I keep my eyes solely focused on my wife to be. I told the holyman to keep it short and sweet, traditional.
He has us both repeat some lines after him and we do, word for word and I just will him to skip to the end when he announces us man and wife and allows me to kiss my bride. If that was an option for this ceremony then I would've taken it in a second.
But it isn't long before I get my wish and I know R2 is recording this. Padmé beams up at me and I never smiled so big or wide or real in my life as I am right now and after we say: I do and I'm given permission to kiss my bride, I bend down to sweep her off her feet and give her the deep, demanding kiss that I've wanted to give her for hours now.
Her arms wrap around my neck and I make sure to take her breath away before I stand her back on her feet. I think I took my own breath away too. My heart's pounding in my ears and my lips are bruised and swollen and have never felt better.
I have no doubt our lips are matching right now and I couldn't care less who sees. Our eyes stay locked together even after I stand her back on her feet and I know her nipples are hard and that's she wetter than she's ever been before. I can't wait to get there and that time is now. I thank the holyman and give Commander Keller a look to remind him that he needs to get the datachip for our wedding from the holyman for us to punch into the system ourselves. I'm not going through the normal channels for our information to be added, everything about me in any database is highly classified and you need an authorization code to access my information.
Padmé's will be made that way too and I'll have her scrubbed from every system there is. I protect what's mine and I don't need anyone trying to dig up any dirt or information about her. People will pay a very high price for even a small tidbit of information about her, and they'd use it any way they could to try and hurt me.
I won't allow that to happen.
Padmé squeezes my hand and pulls me towards the exit of the conference room. I follow her out, nodding to my droids that they can go back to my office to finish recharging.
Once we're alone in the corridor on the way to our bedroom, I squeeze her hand in mine. "I know you probably didn't dream of a wedding like this, you probably wanted-"
"You're right." She cuts me off. "I did dream of my wedding growing up, of where I wanted it to be and who would be there and where I'd go on my honeymoon...but none of that matters."
"Padmé-"
She's lucky I love her or I'd- did I just...
"None of that matters because it was always about the person I'd marry and not where it was held or who was there, or where we went on our honeymoon."
I hear every word she says but I'm still caught up in my own mind. I can't recall ever loving anyone or having anyone say they loved me. It was an emotion I never needed and I didn't really care if anyone loved me.
I didn't think I needed or wanted love but now...now I know what love is and I don't want to forget what this feeling is like. It's everything.
She's everything.
I cup her face in my hands and bring our lips together, I kiss her passionately and convey in that kiss how I feel. I hope she can feel it and sense my feelings, because I'll feel like a fool if it's all one sided.
Marriage in the Imperial Court isn't about love, it's about power and wealth and status and influence. It's about attaining more power for you and your family, sometimes it's even just a marriage of convenience or to create an alliance. But it's not like that between Padmé and myself.
Its real between us, our feelings are real and powerful and all-consuming. I'm falling hard for this girl and I know that I'll never have enough of her. I can never have enough of her. I need her like I need oxygen in my lungs and blood in my veins.
I need her now.
My voice is low, dark, and full of promises, "Padmé, get in the room, now." I smile in dark pleasure seeing her lift the bodice and quickly make her way back down the hall to our room...I memorize the way she walks and the way she looks and follow closely behind her, we have a marriage to consummate and I've never wanted anything more.
A/N: If you liked this and haven't already, please follow, favorite and leave a review! The next chapter is already written and is in Padmé's POV! I know you'll like what's in store and you already know how it's going to start! But trust me, there's much more to it than the consummation of their marriage! I'll post it next weekend to give me time to finish writing chapter four!
On a side note, last Saturday I was at the Rhode Island Comic Con and Hayden Christensen was there! It was pretty awesome. I got a photo with him and his autograph. I have to say he's a pretty cool dude, anyway...I hope you enjoyed this chapter!
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