The Dark Lord and His Mistress

TITLE: The Dark Lord and his mistress
AUTHOR: Schmootika
RATING: NC-17
SUMMARY: An answer to a personal ad placed by the Dark Lord.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything in the Star Wars universe and I am making no money from my writings so don’t sure me Uncle George. If I did own it, I would have a naked Sith Lord with me and would not be writing this story.
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It was 9 am when I stood on the landing platform waiting for the airspeeder that was supposed to meet me. For a few minutes, I stared at the horizon wondering if I was doing the right thing. Then the 'speeder pulled up and an officer got out to help me step down into it. I looked down at him and smiled as he averted his eyes from mine. Funny, it seemed he was apprehensive. I could feel that he was slightly scared of me. His fear rippled through the Force and made me smile. I always liked it when they feared me.

I was quite an imposing sight. Platinum blonde hair cascaded down my back to my waist, six feet tall without the four inch boots, not as young as I used to be but not hard on the eyes either. I picked out a nice little leather number to wear that day, black corset with red piping and a matching short skirt. I noticed the officer stealing looks at my legs as we sped across the city to land in a private hanger.

Upon arrival, I was escorted through the corridors to an elegantly appointed sitting room.

The door opened and a Lieutenant came in. He looked me up and down, and nodded.

"Suitable."

'Suitable?' I thought as he eyed my curvaceous figure. 'Suitable for what or whom?'

The Lieutenant then turned on his heels to leave.

"Who am I here for?" I asked, slightly perturbed that no one had really spoken to me since I had been picked up in the morning.

"You will soon find out, my dear. You are braver than most. The others did not even make it into the 'speeder."

He then left me alone in the room.

To occupy myself, I wandered about the room, admiring the artwork, running my fingers over the intricately carved chairs, and studying the view from the transparisteel windows. This place was on the square near the Imperial Palace, but before I could work out exactly where I was, I heard the whoosh of the door and felt large ripples in the Force.

Measured steps. Even mechanical breathing.

I slowly turned around and found myself face to mask with the second most powerful man in the Empire. My heart skipped a beat and my breath caught in my throat. I knelt down in front of him.

"My Lord, I did not know it was you that needed my services."

I let a small grin cross my face.

"You may leave if you wish, now or after I tell you why you are here," he coolly stated. "I have no intentions of holding you against your will."

He began to stride around the room, his long cape billowing with each powerful step he took.

A nod was my answer. I would stay for his explanation, at least.

"My position requires that I maintain a harem,' he bluntly admitted.

I didn't react. This was common knowledge. The Emperor himself had a number of concubines.

"You have passed the screening process, and I have decided to spend a day in your company to see if you are suitable," he told me.

'A day to see if I am suitable? What does he want me to do?' I thought to myself.

"Whatever you think will convince me to take you as one of my concubines," he replied to my thought. "You have exactly one day to do so."

I raised my head to stare at him, not surprised. The stories were true, then. He was a mind reader and I could tell he was very strong with the Force.

A low rumbling chuckle emerged from his mask.

I nodded, but it wasn't really necessary. He already knew what my answer would be. He could feel the waves of excitement rolling off me.

"Very well," he decided, and for some reason I suspected he was pleased that I had chosen to stay. "Introduce yourself and tell me why I should keep you..."

He moved closer to me and extended his hand to help me get on my feet. I looked deep into his mask searching for the man behind it, but he grabbed me hard about my arms.

"Do not try that again," he said as he shoved me away.

I blinked and straightened myself as I looked at his mask, "I apologize, my Lord. I do not know how to control myself at times."

I sensed great anger flowing from him, and I tried to block out my feelings and his as I moved closer to the Sith Lord.

He abruptly turned to me, "I was not aware that you are Force sensitive."

"I am sensitive, but not very strong. My Grandmother was from Dathomir and she taught me a few things before she passed on. I did not mean to invade your thoughts; I am truly sorry, My Lord."

I took his hand and placed it on my cheek as I felt his rigid stance relax. He cupped my face, and I let out a small sigh and looked into his mask, my eyes smoky and lids heavy.

As I moved my hands to encircle his I asked, "What may I do to prove myself to you, My Lord?"

"Tell me more about yourself."

He walked over to the chairs and sat on the edge of one as he motioned for me to take the seat across from him. I could feel the power radiating from him and it stirred desires in me.

"My name is Prie Lanas. I was a smuggler for a few years but I tired of dealing with the Hutts. I decided to use my more, shall we say, ample assets to make a few credits."

I grinned at him as I began to weave my tale. I could sense a smile from him as well. I told him a few of the more exciting tales of my life as a smuggler and the worlds I had seen. He sat in silence, occasionally nodding his head.

"I have not been in this business for long, and I decided that I needed something more substantial. It is not that I tire easily, but I became rather bored with the same old parties and conversation. When I saw the ad, I thought this might be my ticket to bigger and better things."

"You do not strike me as someone who would be willing to be a kept woman."

I could feel him gently trying to probe my mind, but I tried to keep my walls in place.

"The excitement of being here, with you, would make me happy I believe. I think we could have much fun."

I bit my lower lip and rose from my chair to kneel in front of him.

"I am quite sure you have had many women that have promised you anything you want. I cannot do that. I am willing to give you my company and myself, totally. I am a loyal person and I will not shy away from you, My Lord. I will be at your disposal."

I took his hands in mine and lightly kissed them. The smell of leather, the steady breathing and the feeling of power and lust rolling off him made me want to do anything to stay with him.

He reached up to me and placed his hands on either side of my face, "You will be mine body and soul. You will not have the freedoms you have now. I need to be sure you understand."

He began to probe my mind again. I could feel feather light touches trying to get me to open up. I let my walls down just a bit and he took the lead. I could see images of my life intertwined with images from his. He was probing me but he had left himself open to me as well. I could see a young man, with piercing blue eyes gently holding a small brown haired woman. He abruptly stopped and shoved me away from himself.

"I will not allow you access again," he said as he rose from his seat, swiftly jerked me to my feet, and led me toward the door.

"I am sorry, My Lord. I told you I do not know how to control the powers I have."

I lowered my head and waited for him to throw me out of the room, but it did not come.

I could feel his grip on my arms tighten, "You will stay the day with me and then I will make my decision."

His hands began to move lower as he pressed against me. I could feel anger and passion radiating from him and it made my head swim. I tried to move my body against his, but his firm grip did not allow me room. He turned me around and circled my waist with his strong arms.

"You will stay," he said again.

That was not a request but a command. His Force fingertips ran down my legs and beneath my skirt as he held me close against him. He moved one of his hands to brush against my stomach before moving to cup my breast. The feeling of having so many fingertips rubbing and brushing against my skin was overwhelming and I shuddered as he moved his other hand to raise my skirt and press against my dampness. I moaned as he began to circle my sensitive nub with his expert fingers. Leaning further back, I nuzzled my head against his shoulder and breathed in deeply as he inserted two fingers deep inside me.

My world was awash with colors and intense feelings of lust for this man. I whimpered as he pulled me away, then I heard a snap and he shoved me hard against the wall. Grabbing my skirt, pulling it up to my waist, he left me exposed, and quivering under his gaze. He studied my figure for a moment as I felt the waves of lust increasing from him.

Grabbing both my hips, he ran the tip of his enormous member against my wet folds. I gasped loudly as he slid into me, filling me completely and stretching me as he thrust in to the hilt. Steadying myself, I placed my hands against the wall but my knees started to buckle.

His grip on my hips held me firmly as he began to slowly thrust in and out of me. I hung my head as the feelings of lust, anger and excitement washed over me. The sensation of him stretching me and the feel of his leather-clad body slapping against my naked skin was overwhelming. I could feel, taste and sense him in my very being. Feeling through the Force what my body was doing to him made me groan as he began to thrust harder and faster.

My breathing came in harsh gasps as I felt his grip tighten, leaving marks that would be visible for days. His Force hands grasped my breasts and circled my nub as he sent me over the edge. I arched my back as my orgasm overtook me. Moaning and crying out his name, I writhed and squirmed against him. My muscles still pulsing, I felt him swell inside of me and heard him growl as he released his hot seed into me. As I tried to catch my breath, he pulled out of me and I heard the snap again as he moved away from me.

"Yes, you will stay," he said in a matter of fact way.

"Yes, My Lord," I said as my panting subsided. "I will stay."

I could sense another smile on his face as he moved to stand beside me.

"Now, tell me more about your life," he said as he folded his arms and gazed at me.

It was hard for me to think about anything at that point but the feeling of him inside me and the quick intense passion we had just shared.

I tired to compose myself as I stood up on wobbly legs and made my way over to him. I grabbed his hands and put them to my face as I stared into the mask of the master of my fate. Yes, I decided, I would stay with him, if he wanted to keep me.

"My Lord, you can find out anything you wish from me."

I closed my eyes and let all my defences down. I felt him moving inside my mind, searching for all the things he needed answers to. As he probed deeper, I tried to stop myself from touching his mind. I wanted to know everything about him, but I knew I would be punished if I tried. After what seemed like an eternity, he released me and ran his hands down my body until they came to rest at my waist.

"Come with me. You need food," he commanded.

It was only then that I realized it was quite late in the day and I hadn't eaten since this morning. How long had he probed my thoughts, what did he find there? Would he keep me? In the short time I had been with him, I concluded that I wanted to be with him. I could not believe that I was so easily enamoured with him.

Will you keep me? I sent the thought to him as he led me through the corridors.

We will see, he sent back.


To be continued...