Now I Lay Me Down to Sleep - Being revamped!

Chapter 2: A New Life

She had been deposited with no ceremony and given over to another servant, who had escorted her immediately to a dark, forbidding castle. Unable to take in the sights and still follow the servant, Samri had found herself stumbling on the way.

With a nod, the servant had thrust her into this room, which was dim and full of shadows, as though the sun outside could not burn away the darkness within.

“You were told why you are here?” The voice came from a shadowed corner, frightening the girl even further.

She whirled around as she heard the ring of boot heels on the marble floor. A cloaked figure stepped into the dim light, but was so heavily concealed that she could only guess at his gender and species from his voice, though he could be any type of humanoid.

One slim hand reached out to her. Human then. “Sit,” the voice ordered.

“Thank you, milord,” she said politely, the tall man’s warnings ringing in her ears.

/Do as he says, do not argue. What your tasks will be I am not sure. Any other being and I would say he intends to put you in his bed. But this one…he is not like any other./

“You were told why I required your services?”

From her seat, she looked up at the dark figure. Her fingers began to pluck at her skirt. “I was told only that I must obey milord in all things,” she murmured.

A grunt issued from the hood of the cloak.

“True enough, I suppose,” the voice said. “You are prepared to do exactly as you’re told and not ask questions?”

For just a moment, anger flashed in her brown eyes. But then she slowly lowered her lashes. “I will do what I must do, milord,” she answered carefully.

There was silence from the figure. “Yes, I am sure you will,” he said at last.

She stood up abruptly, unable to sit still any longer. “Very well, milord. If you’ll just give me my orders, I’ll be on my way. My name is-“

The elegant hand came up once again and both her breath and her name were blocked in her throat. A momentary squeeze and the pressure was removed as the hand fell back into the shadows of the cloak once more. “I don’t need or want to know your name,” the voice informed her coldly.

Her eyes wide with fear, she nodded mutely.

“My needs are simple,” he continued calmly. “I require your presence here in this lodging so that there is no delay between my orders and the fulfillment of those orders.” He turned and began to pace. “My Master requires me to be available at all times, so my free time is limited.”

“Yes, milord,” she found her voice again. “Might I ask what my duties will include?”

There was an ugly chuckle from the cloaked figure and two hands came up and pushed back the hood. There stood revealed a man who would have been strikingly handsome – if not for the coldness of his blue eyes. His lips twisted in something that vaguely resembled a smile. An icy shiver ran up Samri’s spine and she swallowed hard.

“Haven’t you guessed?” The man asked, one eyebrow rising as he took a step closer.

She shook her head wildly, though she had a fairly good idea of why she might have been sent here. Girls in her village were not sheltered or pampered. They lived among rough men who, though they would never dishonor an honest man’s virtuous daughter, made no secret of their needs.

He came to a halt right in front of her and leaned down. His hand was hard and the black leather was cool on her skin as he lifted her chin. He studied her closely, a frown gathering in his expression. “How old are you?” He asked suddenly.

“Se…seventeen, milord,” she stammered. She would have probably been married next year. The thought ripped through her with an agony that shocked her.

Something strange passed briefly through the cold blue eyes, but then he smirked. “Not quite what I had in mind, but you do fit the description I gave my servant,” he mused, lifting a brown curl and rubbing it between his fingers. “So I’ll not punish him – he did follow my orders, after all.”

His words seemed all the more cruel because his voice was so detached. He honestly did not care if his servant lived or died. It was a lesson to her, delivered as casually as death would be if she did not please him. She shivered, her brown eyes locked with his blue ones.

“Please…” All of her intentions to bravely face her fate faded away before this coldly beautiful man.

He leaned down and his lips ghosted over hers. They were surprisingly warm and soft, completely at odds with his eyes. After only that tentative touch he pulled back just a bit. “Don’t speak,” he ordered and this his mouth crashed down over hers in a punishing kiss.

One unyielding hand came up behind her head, twisting hard in her hair and the other clenched at her hip, pulling her against him. Even through thick layers of clothing, she felt his erection pressing into the soft flesh of her belly. She was a virgin, but she was not a fool.

With a harsh groan, he jerked her even closer and his hips thrust forward, grinding his erection against her. She found herself being pushed back – back against the cold gray wall – while his tongue explored her mouth. His cock felt huge as he rolled his hips back and forth.

She cried out when she felt his hand fumbling at her skirt, lifting it up. She began to struggle against him until he bit down sharply on her lip and she tasted blood. He pulled back and glared at her. “You are to do as you’re told,” he said in a harsh voice. “Do not forget that.”

Tears welled up in her eyes. “But I’ve never-”

Something she might have called regret moved through his eyes and was gone. “You are a virgin?” He hissed the last word, making it a curse.

She nodded, unable to speak.

He clenched his jaw and then his hand returned to her skirt. The long fingers shoved aside the garment that barred him from her body. Without preamble, his fingers thrust up into the core of her, searching for something.

She felt pressure deep within her and the fingers were abruptly withdrawn as a sigh of irritation escaped him.

He let her go and she leaned against the wall, not trusting her legs to support her. He paced like a caged cat, running his hands through his hair.

”That fool!” He muttered. “What use is a virgin to me?”

Samri trembled, wondering if her virginity would displease this strange man so much that he decided she was of no use. And then she wondered why she even cared anymore. Perhaps a quick, clean death would be preferable. But she was young and life seemed to hold such promise…

He stopped abruptly, interrupting her thoughts, and looked at her. “I don’t have time to make things easy…” His words trailed off. “I must leave soon. My Master commands it and I must obey.” His voice was bitter and she shivered. To command one such as this one would be a perilous thing indeed.

His hands brushed down over his groin, his face taut with need that even she recognized. His erection had not subsided, if anything it seemed to have grown larger since he pressed it against her. His expression became sly and he approached her once again. He moved forward until he was pressed up against her, his need prodding her softness. He leaned down and whispered in her ear, his finger tracing her lips.

“And what about this sweet mouth?”

She trembled at his words, guessing his intent. Unable to answer, she simply stared at him, her brown eyes filled with tears.

“Don’t look at me,” he hissed. Immediately her lashes fell to shield him from her gaze.

He laughed; it was an ugly sound that made her hold her breath.

”Your choice then,” he whispered. “You may take me in that innocent mouth of yours and I’ll rid you of your troublesome virginity upon my return, or…” His hand trailed up her thigh and beneath her skirt. Unerringly, he found her center and slowly inserted one long finger. “Or we can get that out of the way now, though I won’t be able to spare much time to ease the way.”

Samri began to feel light-head, felt her knees begin to buckle.

His tongue came out and licked her ear. “Better hurry or I’ll make the choice for you,” he murmured. Then his finger was shoved up roughly inside of her and she felt something start to give, but the digit retreated before that could happen.

“My…mouth…” she said in a husky voice. What kind of choice was it really? It would only delay the inevitable, but she might get lucky and his Master would kill him. Hysterical laughter welled up within her, and it was only by the greatest of efforts that she tamped it down deep inside of her. But it lurked there, threatening.

He chuckled and then trailed his lips down her throat. “I thought you’d choose that,” he said in a disappointed voice. He pulled back and smirked. “Hoping to buy some time, are you?”

He sounded so certain that she found herself answering the dangerous question with a nod.

Almost tenderly, he brushed back her dark curls. “It’s all right to hope, even if it’s useless…” he murmured. Then his shoulders straightened.

“Very well then,” he said as he planted heavy hands on her shoulders. This close to her ear, she heard a faint whir and click issue from his black glove. The hand on her other shoulder was flesh and blood, light golden flesh, one finger still glistening slightly from his invasion of her body.

Suddenly the hands pushed her to her knees and the black glove went to the fastening of his trousers. He gave one swift, impatient jerk and his fully erect cock bounced out; he hissed and then twined his fingers in her hair.

”Open your mouth,” he ground out.

Hesitantly, her lips parted.

“Lick me,” the cold voice ordered.

She shot an anxious glance up his way, but when his eyes met hers he snarled. “Do not look at me!”

Obeying quickly, she closed her eyes. She ran her tongue tentatively over the weeping crown and felt his hips jerk in response.

“Yes,” he hissed. “More.”

She licked the turgid flesh, felt it move and quiver beneath her tongue.

“Suck me,” he instructed with an impatient thrust of his hips.

Samri made an involuntary sound of protest and the hand tightened in her hair, making her eyes sting. “Suck. Me. Now.” The voice was implacable and frosty.

With a shuddering sigh, she accepted the firm length of his flesh into her mouth. Her hands came up to his hips, hoping in vain to control the motion of his cock. But he simply rolled his hips forward with a harsh grunt and she felt herself gag.

With a frustrated growl, he grabbed the hair at the top of her head and began pumping in a slow, steady motion that became deeper with each stroke.

/Relax your throat./ The words seemed to echo in her mind and she found herself unable to resist them.

His cock was soon bumping the back of her throat with every lunge of his body and then she heard him gasp and the flesh within her mouth jerked and convulsed, followed by a cascade of bitter, salty fluid that flooded her mouth.

His hips still worked his cock in and out of her mouth until at last it softened. They both pulled away with a sigh of relief.

He lifted up her chin and this thumb swept away a drop of his seed from her lips. She did not meet his gaze and he gave a grunt that sounded vaguely approving.

“I shall look forward to our next encounter,” he said as he arranged our clothing.

“Tell the servants that Lord Vader wants you installed in the east wing,” he said matter-of-factly. “They will know what sort of accommodations to give you.”

And then, in a swirl of the ebony cloak, he was gone.


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Author’s note: This is not intended as a serious character study. This is only for fun- dirty, naughty fun!