Author's Note: Sorry for the long wait between chapters. I broke this chapter into two, I'm currently working on the second part now. This chapter starts basically where last chapter ended, just in Vader's POV and I didn't include the whole gruesome bloody scene of Vader going all badass Sith mode against Panaka. He briefly references it, but I will include a flashback in the next chapter. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter!

Fifty Shades of Vader: Ch. 5

Darth Vader

Padmé opens the front door of her folks house and my heart does this funny thing inside my chest that I never felt before and I crack a genuine smile at finally being with her again, at feeling her presence surround me and ground me like an anchor.

We've only been separated for a couple of hours and it felt like years. What am I going to do in the future when I have missions that take me light years away from her? I can't bring her with me. I can't have her stay on the Executor while I'm working.

What kind of life would that be for her? No, as much as it may pain me, I'll have to learn how to live apart from her...but not now. We have a week together, a week to get everything out of our systems before we return back to Imperial Center, back to reality.

Back to the real world, not this fantasy world that I've been living in since her hologram floated before my eyes and I made her mine. I'm still waiting for that, waiting for the other shoe to drop...it always does where I'm concerned.

But it hasn't happened yet. Padmé's real and standing before me. Her big brown eyes scanning every inch of me like she hasn't seen me in years too, and I smile even wider at the effect I have on her, like the effect she has on me.

I grab her hands in mine, twine our fingers together and bend my head down to hers so our foreheads touch. "Hi Angel," I whisper against her soft lips and then her lips are on mine and her arms wind around my neck. I groan against her lips and tilt my head to deepen our connection. I know I should stop this before we both get carried away but-

A throat clears from behind Padmé and she jumps and turns and we find an obviously amused woman watching us. She's about a decade older than Padmé, taller and a little wider too. She has the same brown eyes and dark hair as Padmé. This has to be her sister.

The woman I assume to be her sister, smiles first at Padmé and then at me and steps forward to stand beside Padmé. "You must be my little sister's husband," the woman says, confirming her identity as she looks me over from head to toe before her eyes resettle on mine. Then she pounces on me and squeezes me tight, like I'm a long lost friend that she missed and is happy to see.

I'm shocked for a second, unsure what to do. I look at Padmé and she smiles and nods in encouragement and I take the hint and hug her sister back. I've never even hugged anyone before Padmé, but with Padmé...everything just feels natural.

Just like breathing or using the Force.

It's different with her sister. More forced maybe? I can't exactly say but then her sister pulls back and her smile doesn't fade. "Come in," she steps aside to let me in and Padmé grabs one of my hands in hers and squeezes.

Her eyes shine with gratitude and a job well done, it seems like her sister likes me so far. At least until she finds out just who I am...I'm sure things will change then. Because it's not like I'm just anyone off the street, anyone that they'd easily be able to get to know and accept into their family.

I'm Darth Vader, Dark Lord of the Sith.

Supreme Commander of Imperial Forces.

Second in Command of a galaxy spanning Empire.

I'm hardly just anyone off the street and that's enough to give any family reason for concern when it has to do with their youngest daughter, their little sister, marrying me.

But fuck, I won't let them take her away from me. I won't hurt them, but I won't give them any leverage or ammunition to use against me, either. I know I've done plenty over the years, but everything I did was for the Empire.

The Empire that raised me, took care of me and made me strong since I was just a weak, young innocent boy.

If they can't accept my loyalty and love for the Empire and for their daughter, and sister, then that's their problem. I won't keep Padmé from them, I'm not that cruel, at least not to my wife, but she's her own person and I felt her mind at work back on the shuttle, she was considering cutting off all contact with them if they didn't accept me into their family.

I won't let her give up or ignore her family for me though, just like I won't demand loyalty or respect from anyone, I won't demand their trust. I'll have to earn their trust, and I can only do that if they give me a chance.

I'm out of my element here as Padmé guides me down the hall and into a large, comfortable family room. Three people are already sitting down in the room.

An older man with salt and pepper hair and blue eyes that I imagine is her father, sits on a recliner next to the sofa. A woman that looks a lot like Padmé and her sister, just older with worn and haggard features...but is still beautiful, sits on the sofa. I can imagine Padmé looking a lot like her when she's older...and then there's a woman that looks like the rest of the Naberrie women, just even older with gray hair and brown eyes that are clearly a trait of the Naberrie women, and she's sitting in another recliner on the other side of the sofa.

All three of them stand and give me a look over, scrutinizing me with narrowed eyes, like Padmé's sister did. I wonder what's on their mind, but refrain from putting my curiosity to work. I'm not sure I want to know.

The Naberrie patriarch steps forward first and extends his hand. I put mine in his and squeeze, he has a firm grip. I squeeze just as firm, if not firmer and he lets my hand go after shaking mine.

It doesn't escape my notice that he holds his hand with his other and steps back. Shit...did I hurt him? It's not a very good first impression if I did. Not that I truly give a fuck what these people think of me...except that I do. Just not for me, for Padmé. I don't need people to like me. I just need people- my people to do as their told and obey my orders- to fear me and fear the consequences for failing in their assigned tasks.

But Padmé's family aren't my people and I want her to reconnect with her family and if that means me being on my best behavior...then so be it.

The Naberrie patriarch chuckles under his breath and looks over to his wife. "The kid's got a firm handshake, I'll give him that." It seems like I've earned his respect there.

Good. Padmé's mother walks over to me next and gives me a smile I can only describe as warm and she gives me a hug. I'm gentle with her, like I was with Padmé's sister. And then I hug Padmé's grandmother next.

Padmé introduces everyone to me, confirming my suspicions of who they are, even if I can feel it through the Force and then she looks at me to introduce me to her family.

This is the hard part.

I wonder if they'll regret hugging me and shaking my hand? I guess I'll find out.

Padmé squeezes my hand and nods to me. "Mom, Dad, Sola, Grandma, this is my husband." She pauses. "You probably don't recognize him without his cloak and hood on but he's Lord Vader..."

Silence.

Silence.

More silence.

It seems like time itself is frozen.

Padmé leans closer to me. I lean a little closer to her for reassurance that no matter what happens, I'll always be here.

I'm not leaving her side.

No. Matter. What.

We're a team now, just like I told her over the comlink and just like she said back to me. I just don't want her to get hurt all over again, except this time by her family.

The people who are supposed to be there for you regardless of the decisions you make in life. The people who are supposed to love you unconditionally. The people who are always supposed to have your back.

The silence continues until finally..."what?" her father says, clearly stunned. "He's way too young to be Lord Vader, and he doesn't even have his eyes!"

Doesn't have his- my eyes, huh?

I sink back into the deep dark abyss of emotions that consumed me earlier when I stormed the Moff's private residence- and gasps slide into my ears. If they need proof that I am who I say I am, I'll give it to them by showing them my reddish amber eyes- as requested.

I take a deep breath and close my eyes, letting my love for Padmé and Padmé's love for me wash over me before saying, "Padmé and I wouldn't lie to any of you about me being Lord Vader if I wasn't him. I know the reputation my name carries among the stars, and it is well deserved. I won't stand before you and tell you that everything you heard about me is a lie, because it isn't. I am a dangerous man. I am ruthless. I am...a lot of things. But I never harmed or killed any innocents." Directly at least, or without purpose. But I don't say that out loud, instead I pull Padmé closer to my side and breathe in her angelic feminine scent. "And I would never harm Padmé." Padmé squeezes my hand lovingly and I smile down at her as she smiles up at me before turning my attention back to her family. "I love her...and she loves me."

Padmé buries herself farther into my side in confirmation of her feelings for me and her family sees this. I wrap my arm around her shoulders and kiss her hair, inhale her sweet intoxicating angelic scent again, just because I can.

Then I continue, "I won't ask that you just accept us and welcome me into your family...no." I shake my head. "I'm not that foolish, or that naive. I only ask that you give me a chance to prove myself, to prove to all of you that I really do love Padmé and that I won't ever harm her or let any harm befall her, because of our association."

I can't think of anything else to add. I said what I had to say and now it's up to them to either kick me out...or give me a chance that I probably don't deserve.

The decision is entirely there's to make.

And silence once again consumes the room.

Padmé sighs and grabs my hand after the silence stretches on too long. "I'm going to show An...my husband, my room." Padmé pauses, catching herself from saying the name that only she can call me. "Come on," she tugs on my hand and I follow her out of the room, down the hall to a set of stairs leading up and then left down another hall and into a room at the end.

Padmé's in front of me and once I walk in, I close the door behind us with my free hand and tug her back with my hand that's still holding hers, she turns around at my tug and I have her up against the wall next to the door and curl my free hand around the back of her neck and then my lips are crashing down on hers. I don't know what's going on in her head, I had too much going on in my own to see, but I know she needs this just as much as I do.

I get lost in her lips and her arms twine around mine, I grope her ass and haul her up into my arms so she's more level with me. I tilt my head to the side and dive further into her touch, licking her bottom lip with my tongue and forcing my way into her mouth.

She moans and I grind my hips against hers with a grunt, letting her feel just how turned on I am. I don't care where we are or who's downstairs, I can care even less if they hear me fuck their youngest daughter against the wall of her childhood bedroom.

The thought amuses me, but Padmé pulls away with a bruised and swollen mouth and panting for air with quick, shallow breaths that make her breasts do some pretty amazing things against my chest. "We- we can't do this...not here." I know she's right but still...

That doesn't mean I don't want too.

I turn to face away from her so I'm not tempted to kiss her all over again and take this to the next level. I take in the room we're in and have to admit that while I haven't known Padmé for all that long, but this room...its all her. Holograms of her and her family hang up on the wall. Certificates she's earned and tests she aced hang all over...and none of this surprises me.

It's who she is.

I'm the complete opposite. Padmé probably had this room for years, maybe throughout her whole childhood. She'd have a lot of memories- good memories and a family who loves and takes care of her.

I didn't have that and my Palace is hardly home. It's just a place I sleep at sometimes, and not a place I really like to be at. I'm more home on my Super Star Destroyer than I ever was there. But we're together now. Maybe we can make the Palace home? Or the fortress retreat? That's more of a home, like I told her before, than the Palace could ever be. I'll have to think on that later, now...

Now, I just want to be here with Padmé. "I missed you." I tell her, enjoying the comfort of her petite body in my arms, her plush round breasts with those hard nipples rubbing against my chest, her flat belly against mine, her legs tightly wrapped around my waist and her arms wrapped around the back of my neck.

I can live happily like this for the rest of my life.

Padmé smiles. "I missed you too," she tells me with a gentle kiss on the lips.

It'd be so easy just to fuck her right here against the wall. I know she's wearing panties, but I could easily rip those off her or move them to the side to give my dick access. Then I could use the Force to unbuckle my belt, unsnap the button, lower my fly and surge inside her soaking wet pussy. I groan just thinking about it, because that's as far as that can go.

"Don't even think about it," Padmé's face is stern but her brown eyes shine with amusement. She must know exactly what I want- what I need, her pussy wrapped tightly around my dick as I thrust into her repeatedly and without mercy until she finally cries out in pleasure and cums all over my dick as I cum deep inside her.

It's a real shame that she won't let me. I'd make her feel unbelievable and it'll surely relieve her of some of that tension building up in her shoulders...but I won't push her. I can understand her hesitation.

Their silence downstairs spoke volumes.

And Padmé made it clear that she didn't approve by bringing me up here to her childhood bedroom. Not for me to fuck her until all she thought about was how good I make her feel, but because she wanted to either show me her room and how you're supposed to decorate one, or she wanted to give them some time to digest things.

I bend my head a little to reconnect our foreheads and her eyes are on mine. "What's on your mind?" I decide to put my thoughts into words and pet her hair absently with one of my hands.

Padmé sighs, her breath tickling my lips. "I knew how they'd react, I was just...well, you said that sometimes people will surprise you." She smiles. "You did, more than I ever could've hoped." Her smile turns sad. "But my family didn't change at all...I've been gone for two years! They thought I was dead and now I'm back...and..."

"Maybe they just need some time to digest things...let them." I shrug one of my shoulders before continuing, "They thought you were dead for two years like you said, Padmé and then found out you were alive last night and we surprise them today with you being here...and me being with you. I'm sure it's a shock for them to find out their youngest daughter is married, especially to me."

Padmé nods against my forehead. "You don't have to defend them, you know." She kisses the tip of my nose. "But I love you for it, it's sweet."

Sweet? I'm the complete opposite of that word. Padmé's sweet, I'm...not. I set her straight in no uncertain terms. "I don't give a fuck about your family, Padmé. I don't care if they like me or hate me. I only care about two things in life- the Empire and you. I'm only defending them because I know how much they mean to you and I know that despite what you say or think, you need them in your life, just like I need you."

I mean every word of that. Padmé's happiness is paramount. I take care of what's mine, both the Empire and my wife. If I need to be that voice for her, then so be it.

But I'm not sweet. If she was anyone else, I would've strangled her slowly for saying such a thing, then snapped her neck.

"I need you too," Padmé says, petting my hair like I am hers. "I need you more than I ever thought I'd need anyone."

I can't stop myself, I bring our lips back together and wrap my hand in her hair to pull her head back at an angle. I squeeze her ass in the palm of my other hand and she moans against my lips. Her hand tightens in my hair and I grunt in approval, grinding my hips against hers.

I won't go any further than what we're doing right now but I want her to know how turned on I am. I want her to know what kind of effect she has on me, and I know it's the same one that I have on her. I don't need to dip my fingers in her tight pussy to feel just how wet I know she is...but I can't help myself.

I have no self-control over my libido when it comes to her.

My hand slides over the curve of her ass, over her hip, up her dress and my fingers move the lace panties to the side and I slide two fingers inside her tight wet heat. She moans against my lips, her head falls back against the wall and I bury my face in her neck, licking, nipping and kissing the exposed skin there.

My dick is throbbing in my pants, I'm leaking too. Everything about her turns me on, and when we're like this? I can't slow down or put on the brakes, I can only pull the throttle back and accelerate. I slide my fingers in and out of her tight pussy and start rubbing my thumb in rough circles on her clit. Her legs are still wrapped around my waist and only get tighter and tighter as her orgasm quickly builds, her hips grind down on my hand.

I can feel a presence approaching us, but still can't stop. I rub my thumb faster and harder. Slide my fingers in and out of her faster and deeper, and crook my fingers to hit that one spot inside of her- and she gasps as she cums all over my fingers and into my hand.

Her pulse is quick and erratic under my tongue and lips and I lick a trail up her artery, to her jaw and back to her lips. "Feel any better?" I smugly ask, seeing her beautiful face all flushed and red.

She answers with a toe-curling kiss and her breathing slows as our lips lock together to become one...and that's when we hear a knock on the door. I curse under my breath and waste no time fixing her panties and her dress and set her back down to her feet. I clean my hand that's wet with her cum with my tongue, then slide it into the pocket of my trousers and use my other hand to smooth my dress uniform and hair.

Padmé answers the door and it's her sister, Sola. Sola steps in and closes the door behind her. Padmé and I both watch her closely, she looks nervous, she's biting her bottom lip and her hand keeps clenching and unclenching at her side.

"Padmé-" she stops and shakes her head, padding over to the window to look outside. It's early evening here on Naboo, the sun is still up, the sky is an array of colors. "Mom and Dad don't approve. They-"

Padmé doesn't listen, she's already out the door and I'm right behind her. She storms down the stairs and I don't need to be Force-sensitive to sense how angry she is, it's written all over her beautiful features, her anger is singing all around her. Her parents and grandmother must see it too, and if they didn't, they surely do hear it...

"You don't approve?!" Padmé yells, her arms crossed over her chest. I step beside her and wrap my arm around her shoulder in silent support. "You don't get to decide who I fall in love with. You also don't get to decide what I choose to do with my life. I'm an adult, and I love my husband. If you want anything to do with me, then you'll accept this. If not..."

Padmé doesn't finish, she just looks up at me. Her face is still red, but it's not flushed from me making her cum. Its from anger. I squeeze her shoulder, no matter what she says or decides, I'll support her.

One hundred percent.

Even if I don't agree with it. This is her family, her life, her decision.

Padmé sinks into my touch and continues, "If not...then this will be the last time you see me. We're going to the Lake House for the week, don't bother us," she ends with that and grabs my hand and we move to leave.

Commander Keller must've heard the commotion from outside, because he meets us out front next to the landspeeder they took out earlier and my speederbike.

"Padmé...everything okay?" A man with light blond hair and dark blue eyes asks. Two little girls stand on either side of him with their little hands wrapped around his, their eyes are wide and looking up at me curiously.

Padmé shakes her head. "No, Darred. I'm sure you heard everything I said."

Darred nods and turns to look at me. "Darred Naberrie," he introduces himself to me with a tilt of his chin. "I'm Sola's husband. You must be Lord Vader."

"I am," I confirm, my left cum-free hand still in Padmé's.

"I would say welcome to the family..." Darred shrugs. "But take it from me, they'll come around. The last couple of years...it was tough on them. It was tough on all of us. We thought we lost you, Padmé." His voice changes, thickens. His eyes well up with tears but he blinks them back. "I'm glad to see you're okay and happy. If your husband makes you happy and you love him as you so obviously do, and since he clearly loves you too, I approve. Not that you need my approval, of course."

Padmé's hand leaves mine and she walks over to her brother-in-law and hugs him. He lets go of his daughters hands and hugs her back. She hugs her nieces after and they hug her back and snuggle into their aunt's warmth.

I'm jealous of them right now, but when she stands and turns back to look at me and gestures with a tilt of her head for me to join her, I do and forget all about my jealousy. She laces her fingers back through mine and introduces me to her nieces. "Ryoo, Pooja, I'd like you for two to meet a man that's very important to me. This is my husband-"

"Lord Vader." The younger one, Ryoo, I think, finishes for her.

Padmé nods. "That's right. Ani," Padmé says my name so quietly I don't think anyone but I could hear her, "I'd like for you to meet my nieces. Ryoo and Pooja."

I have no experience with kids and I have no interest in them. But these kids aren't just any kids. These kids are Padmé's nieces. I crouch down closer to their height and extend my left hand for them to shake but instead of shaking my hand, they both rush me and wrap their little arms around me in acceptance. I wrap my arms back around them and look up at Padmé and Darred in shock.

They're both smiling back at me and Darred looks quite pleased with himself, perhaps a bit smug. I can care less though. The innocence and the love I feel emanating from these little girls is enough to make me sink into their hug and give them the best I got.

After a minute they release me and squeal like the little girls they are when R2 and 3PO find us. R2 beeps and whistles and spins around as the girls run around him and I don't think I've ever seen that droid act so happy before.

Padmé's back at my side and she wraps an arm around my waist. "Thank you," she says as we watch the girls run around with R2.

I kiss her dark head, drape my arm around her shoulder. "For what?"

Padmé's eyes meet mine. "For being so sw...nice to my nieces." My eyes narrow on hers, her eyes feign innocence but at least she didn't say the word.

I cock an eyebrow. "They're sweet girls," and I leave it at that.

After a few minutes, Darred calls out to his daughters and we say our goodbyes. R2 and 3PO hop in the backseat of the landspeeder and I hold the door open for Padmé to sit in the front passenger seat. I take the driver's seat and we begin our drive to the docks where I already had Commander Keller arrange a water speeder for us.

Commander Keller follows behind us on my speederbike and its quiet the whole way there. I keep my left hand on the steering wheel and my right hand around Padmé's left.

When we arrive, I shut the speeder off and step out and walk around to open Padmé's door for her. I offer her my hand and she takes it and stands. Commander Keller takes care of getting the key for us and hands it over.

"Thank you, Commander." I take the key. "Take the week for yourself, just keep your comlink on and keep me apprised of anything vital. All meetings can wait until we return to Imperial Center and keep our location between us."

"Of course, my Lord."

I nod to him and begin to unload our luggage from the trunk and pack up the water speeder which has more than enough room for all of us. The Noghri decloak and join us onboard.

Once we're all onboard, all of us except for the Commander, we begin our ride to the Lake House.

Padmé falls asleep on the way here. Her head is buried into my side, my arm is wrapped protectively around her and my free hand is on the motor control.

The Lake House that she told me about on the way over here before she fell asleep is exactly as she described. I could see why she wanted to have our honeymoon here. It truly is beautiful.

I pull us up to the dock and stir Padmé awake. The Noghri hop off and tie us to the dock and then cloak and begin their rounds. Padmé sits up on her own and I stand up and step up onto the wooden dock and help her up. The droids are next, R2 doing it himself and then I use the Force to grab the luggage.

Padmé smiles and shakes her head at my use of the Force. I shrug and lace our fingers together and we walk up the long flight of the wooden stairs. We pass flower beds, hanging vines and a garden that's full of various flowers and vegetables and then finally reach the beautifully designed balcony that wraps around the entire front of the property.

Padmé leans against the wooden rail and I lean against railing next to her, lowering the luggage. The lake shimmers as the light from the moons shine off the surface. The mountains all rise up behind the lake and I can hear a waterfall out in the distance.

I step a little closer to Padmé so that our arms touch and she gives a smile. "How are you feeling?" I can see the pain in her smile, even though she's trying to hide it.

She sighs, looking at me and then out at the shimmering lake beyond. "Can we not talk about this tonight? I just want to be here...with you."

"Okay, but we will talk about this." I let her know how serious I am with my tone, then I lift her over my shoulder and lift our luggage with the Force and we head inside.

She laughs as I carry her in and she gives me directions that lead us upstairs and into a room we're taking over for the week. I lower her to the pads of her feet, lower the luggage next to what looks like the closet and kick the door closed behind us and then I snap my fingers.

Like the good girl she is, she drops to her knees before me and I unsnap my cape, let it fall to the floor and I take my time undressing myself. Her eyes stay on the floor, her head bent. I stand behind her and toss my clothes, item by item onto a chair on the side of the room and pile up my clothes, leaving my lightsaber on the small round table next to the chair.

I walk back around in front of Padmé, naked and her face turns red. There will be a time where seeing me so won't have such an affect on her, she'll be just as dirty as me and me running my fist up and down my thick length won't even phase her. So I'll enjoy it while it lasts and work my hardest to rid her of her inexperience as quickly as possible.

"Stand up, undress yourself." She gets right to it, standing to her feet and taking off her dress, it falls to the floor. "Slowly," I order, wanting to enjoy this before she stands before me just as naked as I am.

She reaches back and unclasps her bra, it falls to the floor to reveal her perfect round breasts, rosy pink and her nipples are as hard as kyber crystals.

Her panties are next, she hooks her thumb on either side and pushes them down her thighs and legs.

And then she's naked and her pussy is glistening with how wet she is. "You fucked yourself with your fingers before right?" I know she did but want to hear her speak for herself.

She nods. "Yes, Sir."

Good. "Get up there in bed, lie down and spread your legs nice and wide for me." I follow her to the bed and lie flat on my belly, my elbows on either side of me to hold me up as I settle between her feet. She looks down at me from where her head lies and I can see my reddish amber eyes shining in her brown. "Show me what you used to do to get yourself off."

I never saw her face turn as red as it is right now but I'm dead serious and touching yourself is nothing to be ashamed about. How else are you supposed to know what you like?

She slowly reaches down, her small hand slides down her flat belly, over the thin layer of dark hairs at the apex of her thighs and her index and middle finger start to rub her clit slowly.

Her eyes flutter closed and a soft moan escapes those luscious lips. I growl low in my throat, wanting to be the one to make her eyes flutter closed, to be the one she moans for. But I want this too, so I watch closely as she traces her clit with her fingers in a feather soft touch and then slowly slides a finger around the rim of her pussy.

She spreads her legs a little wider and her head falls back. Her moans crack something inside me and I'm a hair-trigger away from snapping and reminding her that she belongs to me in mind, body and spirit.

Her fingers are wet as she dips them inside her tight pussy and pulls them out for me to see. I grab a hold of her delicate wrist and lick her fingers, suck them into my mouth and savor her sweet feminine taste.

The taste of her on my tongue ignites a fire inside me and I grab her by the hips and spin her over so her ass is in the air and her face is in the pillow. I hover above her and line myself up with her entrance from behind and sink myself inside her until I'm balls deep.

Like I said, I have no self-control over my libido when I'm with her. The taste of her on my tongue was too much, her pussy all pink and wet and perfect was too much for me to just watch and let her have all the fun.

"Ani!" She squeals and I slap her ass and push her head into the pillow with my other hand and begin to fuck her into the mattress like I told her I wanted to on the shuttle ride here. I plan on making good on my word and claiming her in a way I haven't yet. I want her to feel the power deep inside me, my strength, the depths of my passion for her and only her.

I don't hold anything back and I have no doubt that she'll be hurting for days to come if I don't- I shake my thoughts away and just focus on this moment with my wife.

Me fucking her. That's all I want to focus on and that is all I focus on as I fuck into her sweet little pussy until my balls slap her folds and then I retreat so only the crown of my dick is inside her before fucking back deep inside her core.

Padmé's voice is raw, throaty, her moans are more screams than anything and I feel her body tighten under my hands, her pussy wraps tighter around my dick and my balls draw up tight as I cum inside her and she cums with a loud, "Ani!"

I ride out my orgasm and slow my punishing thrusts in and out of her little body until I'm done and then I fall down onto the bed next to her and just stare up at the ceiling.

I went too far. If she had a safe word, I'm sure she would've used it then. I held the back of her head down into the pillow hard enough to leave a bruise and fucked into her hard and deep enough to cause her a lot more pain-

Yet, she didn't tell me to stop or tell me to slow down. I told last time that if I'm too rough, to tell me to stop or slow down and I will.

Did she...I don't even want to entertain the thought that she may like it rough. If so...she's definitely my dream girl and more perfect than she already is.

I finally roll to my side and meet her gaze. Her skin is covered in a sheen layer of sweat. Her brown hair is a mess from where my hand was. Her ass has a red mark from when I slapped her. In other words? She's undeniably perfect.

I lean over to press a kiss against her forehead and slide closer to her. "I..."

She doesn't let me speak. She raises her hand and presses a finger against my lips. I lick it and suck it into my mouth. "You're insatiable," she shakes her head against the pillow and smiles. "And I don't want you to say it. I don't want you to heal me either."

She must see the confusion written on my face...because I sure as hell feel it. Why wouldn't she want me to heal her?

"I'm new to this, Ani." She doesn't have to remind me of that. "And I want to feel what it's like. I like what we have. I like seeing you..." she shrugs. "You know? Untamed? Unleashed? Passionate? Carnal? I like seeing and feeling your power and strength and...body." She looks down at my body and admires my masculine form, her gaze pausing at my dick that never seems to soften when she's around or crosses my mind and then lowers to my muscular thighs, legs dusted in fine blond hair.

I feel a rush of desire flood through my veins and rush downward to my dick. "If you don't stop looking at me like that..." I don't get to finish my warning before my lips are on hers and I push her over onto her back and hover above her. "You're beautiful, so damn beautiful." I take her lips in mine and map her lips, trace them with my tongue, feel their softness and texture and want to feel them wrapped around my dick.

Pushing myself up, I kneel above her breasts and fist my dick, guiding it to her mouth. She closes her mouth and gives me an innocent look. I growl and give her what she wants, me untamed. Unleashed. Passionate. Carnal. I show her my power and strength when I grab her by her chin, her jaw and force her mouth open...and then guide my dick inside her open and willing mouth.

Her lips curl into a smile and she wraps her lips tightly around my dick. My eyes fall closed and my head falls back. Her lips feel incredible. I thrust my hips slowly in her mouth to give her more and more of me and slowly pull back. I keep at this, slowly giving her more and more of me, only to pull back almost all the way out, teasing her.

And she finds one of my weaknesses in the process. The crown of my dick and its sensitivity. I grunt as she gives it the attention it craves and then I thrust deep to the back of her mouth and the soft of her throat and pull back out.

Her eyes begin to water and I push her to her limits. She gags on my dick as I slide in even further and then pull back out and I do it again and feel her exhale through her nose. Good girl. I slide even further in and I've never felt so amazing. I grip her hair and raise her head a little higher and hold her still as I fuck her mouth in a steady rhythm.

The tension in my balls is building, the bottom of my spine begins to tingle in pending release and I pick up my pace until I grunt and cum into her mouth and make her swallow down every last drop of me until I pull out and fall back to the side.

Fuck. I really do love this woman and that's not my dick talking, it's me. I have no doubt in my mind that she truly does trust and love me, as crazy as that is to believe. I saw it in plain as day in her eyes, in the way she so willingly let me pleasure myself with her mouth...even when it wasn't very comfortable for her.

She deserves a fucking reward for that. "Stand up on the bed for me." I demand, tilting my head to the side to see her.

She tries to comply but I can sense the pain radiating from that pussy I fucked so hard that I knew it would hurt her afterwards, not only from the force of my thrusts but also in the large size of my dick and the tight squeeze of her pussy.

In time, soon- with the way we fuck like horny teenagers, she'll be feeling nothing but pleasure. It may still be sore with how rough I am but it'll be nothing she won't be able to handle and eventually overcome.

I'm looking forward to being able to push her to her limits and try things with her that I can't try now even if I wanted too. I did bring a few things with me for our stay here but I couldn't exactly bring my whole pleasure room.

Pleasure. Right.

I cock an eyebrow at her. "Are you refusing an order?" I don't care if it hurts her, she's going to stand the fuck up if she wants to receive her reward...otherwise, she'll be punished.

How else could I prove to her that I'm serious in my role? If I'm a rollover- weak, then I might as well be dead.

I'm a Sith Lord, we don't show weakness.

She sighs and tries again and this time she succeeds in rolling over to her side and raising herself up on her knees. She uses my chest to push herself up and then she's standing above me.

"I knew you could do it," I rub a hand up and down her smooth leg. "Now come closer...feet on either side of my head and brace yourself on the headboard." She gives me a puzzled look, and complies with my order. "Now fall to your knees with your pussy on my face. I want to eat you out."

Now she gets it and she quickly complies with my order. I get a mouthful of Padmé and get right to sucking her clit into my mouth, licking the tender bud and nipping it. I let her wails wash through me and let it urge me on.

I dive nose first into her pussy and inhale her scent before licking a path inside deeper and deeper. My hands brace her hips above me and I hold her steady as I dive deeper and deeper inside. My name falls off her tongue and into my ear like a prayer and it seems as though my name is all she can say: Ani! Ani! Ani!

All she needs is a little push and I'll get a mouthful of her sweet sweet pleasure. I skim a path with my hand to her pussy and rub her swollen clit and that's all it takes for her to explode into my mouth. I hold her still until I lick up every last drop before grabbing her hips and pulling her down back next to me and into my side.

Her heart is hammering away in her chest and she's covered in sweat. We could both probably use showers right about now but this is the first night of our honeymoon and we're going to enjoy it...all...night...long.

We could probably use some rest first, at least I know my wife can. "Get some rest, Angel." I murmur in her ear, positioning her body just as I want it against me with her ass cradling my dick, her back up against my chest and her head tucked securely under my chin. "Rest up, because we're going to be doing a lot of fucking tonight."

And we do, so much so that even I'm tired and even manage to fall asleep which is something that I admittedly, never do.

A/N: I thought I'd make this chapter both sweet and...not sweet. Vader loves his wife (what can I say, he has it bad), but only his wife. And his empire, of course. He truly doesn't care about anything or anyone else. The Empire gave him purpose, a life, its his legacy. Padmé is his wife, his one and only true love, the woman who also gives him purpose. A life outside of his duties to his Master, to the empire.

I can't be for certain when Chapter 6 will be posted, but it will be back in Vader's POV and pick up the morning after this chapter.

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