A Captive Knight

 

 

The room is dark and hot. You reach over and light a candle, holding it up so that you see him. You smile and lick your lips. Yes, even his vaunted Jedi powers have not enabled to escape. You walk over to the bed he is lying upon, the black silk dress you are wearing whispering across the cool stone floors. He stares back at you, his blue-gray eyes still full of defiance. You like that. You would not want him to give in so easily.

 

"I demand that you release me. I am a----"

 

"Yes, yes, I know," you say soothingly. "A representative of the Republic. A Jedi Knight. You have work to do. Yes, my sweet one, I've heard it all before. You don't need to repeat it."

 

"Why have you done this?" he asks.

 

You sit on the edge of the bed, placing the candle on a table next to it. You look at his naked body, admiring its beauty and its strength.

 

"Because I could," you murmur as you stroke his stomach.

 

He flinches and glares at you.

 

"I don't know what information you hope to get----"

 

"Information?" You laugh and your laughter fills the room. "Oh, my sweet one, it's not information I want. It's pleasure”.

 

His eyes widen.

 

"Pleasure?"

 

You nod as your hand travels slowly across his stomach.

 

"Yes, Obi-Wan Kenobi, pleasure. I paid the bounty hunter who captured you handsomely. Now, I intend to get my money's worth."

 

He shakes his head and struggles against the shackles around his hands and feet. But those cuffs are made of Mandalorian iron. The metal is virtually indestructible. Not even his Jedi weapon could cut through it. If he had it. But you are keeping it safe for him.

 

"Now, now," you say as you caress his chest. "Don't make it hard on yourself. I wish no harm to come to you. But, ever since that night I saw you at the Viceroy's Ball on Cira, I've wanted you."

 

"Cira? You were there?"

 

"You remember? It was many months ago. I doubt that you remember me. My husband would not let me introduce myself to you. I think, even then, he suspected my obsession."

 

"Your husband?"

 

"Don't worry," you assure him. "He's not here. He's attending a conference on Ord Mantell. He won't be back for days. It's just you and me, my sweet one."

 

He once again struggles against his bonds. You admire his stamina and his determination. But it will do him no good. You have waited a long time for this, planned it for weeks, spent much time and money. You will have what you desire and you will be satisfied.

 

You rise from the bed. He watches you, his eyes narrowing. Slowly you take off your dress. He tries to hide it, but you see that he is impressed. You take good care of yourself but, you inwardly sigh, what else is there to do. Your husband is wealthy, albeit old. He keeps you locked in his manor, refusing you the company of friends or companions. He takes you to his bed once a week, sticks his dried up pole inside you, humps for a few minutes, grunts, then rolls off you. Then he returns to his bedroom and leaves you in yours, empty, lonely, unsatisfied.

 

And then, one day, you see him. This Jedi god with his beautiful eyes. Obi-Wan Kenobi you are told is his name. He even carries the rank of General. You are intrigued. You find out all you can about him. Then, with the money you have saved from your husband's allowance, you contact the Bounty Hunter's Guild. When the guildsman hears what you want, he laughs. But he stops laughing when he sees your gold. Can you do it, you ask him? He scoops the money up and shrugs. Anybody can be caught. Even a Jedi.

 

And, he was right. Anyone can be caught. Even a Jedi. And he is here and he is yours and you will have him. Your dress drops to the floor. You move to the bed. You lean over and slide your hands down his chest. You stop when you reach his nipples. You pinch them. He moans softly, then bites his lip. You are pleased to see that despite himself he is responsive. Slowly, you trail the tips of your fingers down his stomach, across the soft brown-gold hairs of his stomach, down, down to the hairs that surround his cock. He shivers in his bonds.

 

"M'lday, please, you do not want to do this."

 

"But I do," you whisper, and you feel the tears burning your eyes. You quickly blink them away. He must not see you cry. "I do want to do this."

You lean over and blow across his cock. It stirs and twitches. And slowly hardens. You smile. You want so much to take it in your mouth, feel it inside you, but you want him to want you as much as you want him. You lean closer, rubbing your breasts across his cock. The nipples tighten as they come in contact with it. You hear him grunt softly. You rise up and slowly straddle him, your mound poised just over his cock. He looks up at you, his blue-gray eyes bright in the candle-lit darkness of the room.

 

"Don't," you hear him whisper.You smile and lower your hips and feel the head of his now erect cock moving against the wet, silken heat of your lower lips. You rock your pelvis slightly. He throws his head back. You lean over and put your lips close to his ear.

 

"Do you see how much I want you, General Kenobi? Is that such a terrible thing, a woman who wants only to please you and be pleased by you."

You lick his ear, then grab the lobe and nibble softly on it. He groans as you do so. You move your hips again, sliding your moist, warm mound over his hardness."Oh, merciful goddess," you sigh as you continue to lick his ear, your mound sliding, sliding, sliding over his erection.

 

"I want you inside me so much. You don't know how long I've wanted it. You don't know what I've been through. What I need."

 

You lower your mouth and kiss his neck, reveling in the scent and the warmth and the sweetness of him. Your kisses are wet and wanton and you feel as if you are bathing him with your mouth. You slide down his chest and wrap your lips around one of his nipples. You suck greedily on it. He writhes in his bonds.

 

"Please, milady," he moans.

 

You rise up. Your breasts are tingling, your nipples aching. You slowly lower your breast to his mouth. He watches you and you see the war in his eyes. His need to defy you and his need to take what you are offering. Now your breast is just in front of his mouth. His lips are closed, but his eyes are boring into yours. For a moment, time stands still. Then, you cry out as he opens his mouth and draws your breast inside it. You throw back your head, keening softly as he sucks sweetly on it. His eyes are closed and you hear him moaning softly as he laps his tongue over your taut nipple.

 

And, unexpectedly, you feel yourself climaxing. You close your eyes and throw you head back, your mound grinding and sliding and slipping over his cock, his mouth still latched around your pulsating breast. Sweet goddess, you think, he hasn't even been inside you yet. He continues to suck greedily on your breast and the spasms his sucking engenders are rolling through your womb. This is more than you had expected. You cry out softly as you climax again. Then, gently, you pull your breast away from his mouth.

 

You open your eyes and look down at him. His are creamy with lust. And you wonder who is really in control here. You look down at his cock. It's long and hard and thick. You lick your lips. You know what you want. You slide down his body. You quickly bend your head over his engorged cock, taking the entire length into your mouth. You hear him groan, low and deep and throbbing, in his chest. He thrusts his hips upward. You rest your hands on his thighs as you bob your head up and down along his cock. You can't get over how sweet he tastes. You move your mouth fast so that he can hear the loud, wet, sucking sounds you are making. You feel his body shaking as he tries to plunge his cock deeper into your mouth. Then, just as you feel his balls tightening under your chin, you pull your mouth away. He gasps and cries out, pulling against his bonds. But, as you watch approvingly, he quickly recovers. You straddle his hips again. You lean over and slide your hands up and down his chest.

 

"Tell me," you say softly. "Tell me what you want."

 

"For you to let me go," he says through gritted teeth.You laugh. He is so stubborn, but you like that. You slide your mound across his cock. You know he is aching, longing for the release you were so close to giving him.

 

"I don't believe you," you murmur.

 

"Believe what you want," he says, his eyes darkening. "But I do want you to let me go."

 

"Oh, don't worry," you say as you stroke his lips. "I will let you go. But, not just yet."

 

Then, without warning, you slide his cock into your mound. He groans and cries out, but you ignore him. You will not be denied what you have longed for all these months. Your hands hard on his shoulders you ride him, his cock moving deep, deep into you. Your breasts jiggle as you fuck him, fuck him the way you had thought you would be fucked when you married your husband. You feel him resisting you, trying with all his strength not to enjoy what you are doing to him, but you see he is losing that particular battle. His body is coated with a light sheen of sweat, you hear his breath coming harsh and quick and, then, you feel him, as he bucks his hips up to meet your movements.

 

"Oh, yes, yes," you cry out. And he cries out with you. And your voices rise and fall and mingle in the room. Both of you begging, pleading with the other not to stop. And neither of you do until both of you come together.

 

You dig your nails into his shoulder as you scream and grind out your orgasm, and it's sweet and it's hot and it's almost more than your body can stand. You twist and writhe and scratch and scream against him as wave after wave of luscious, succulent pleasure pulses through your body. Pleasure you have never felt with your husband.

 

And the Jedi is shouting beneath you, his eyes rolling up into his head, his body shuddering, his seed exploding inside you. Then, with a soft, long cry you collapse onto his hot, wet body. And your heart is racing and you feel his heart beating hard and fast too. And you hold onto him, squeezing him tight, wishing he were not bound so that he could hold you too.

 

For long moments, neither of you say anything. Only your heavy, harsh breathing is heard. Then you slowly lift your head and look at his face. His hair is wet with sweat and clings to his forehead. You look into eyes. And you see...gratitude.

 

"Your husband is a lucky man," he whispers, a smile playing about his lips.

 

And you feel the tears stinging your eyes again. He does not know. How can he know how unhappy you are. But, to your dismay, the Jedi is observant.

 

"What's wrong?" he asks.

 

You look away.

 

"Nothing," you say.

 

You rise off the bed. You reach over to the table and pick up the keys that will unlock the shackles around his wrists and ankles. Once he is free he rises quickly and moves toward you. You flinch, thinking he is going to hurt you. But, instead, he takes you in his arms and holds you close, kissing your forehead and stroking your back.

 

"You are not happy," he says softly.

 

You say nothing, only cry against his chest. He holds you tighter.

 

"A beautiful woman like you should not have to kidnap a man in order to be made love to," he says softly.

 

"You would not have come willingly," you sniffle.

 

He pulls away and, cupping your chin, lifts your face to his. He is smiling.

 

"You didn't ask," he says softly.

 

Then he leans down and kisses you. He kisses you long and soft and deep. Then he takes your arms and slowly pulls you back to the bed.

 

"Now, let's do this right," he murmurs as he lays you on the bed and covers your body with his.

 

 

 

Arwyn Whitesun

 

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