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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Part II

The Dark Lord led me to a nicely appointed room. While not very
spacious, it was sumptuously decorated. The tall dresser was made of
a dark wood carved with ancient symbols. The bed was equally
impressive, with four tall posts all carved in the same language.

"You will remain here," he stated coldly as he turned to
leave me.

I caught his arm and he stopped.

"I will wait for you, my Lord," I said in a deep, smoky voice
as I grasped his hand and rubbed his gloved fingertips across my
lips.

I could sense a grin and felt a ripple in the Force as he paused to
admire me.

"Very well," and with that, he walked across the room and
left me.

Feeling his presence still lingering, I began to investigate the room.
The closet was stocked with a lovely selection of clothes that all
seemed to be in my size, so I decided to change and freshen up before
he returned to me. My fingers ran over several different dresses
until I came upon a black silk and lace one. `That will do
nicely,' I thought with a smile.

A chime at the door halted my steps.

"Enter," I bellowed.

The door slid open and a small woman came in carrying a tray of food.

"My lady, I am Stepha and I have been sent to attend you,"
she said with a low bow.

"Very well," I said in an indifferent tone. "You may
prepare my bath."

Stepha bowed again and hurriedly left me to do as I commanded.

`Commanded,' I thought with a smirk. `I'm going to
like this.'

Devouring the delectable foods which were left for me, I realized I
was hungrier than I thought. Rising from the table, I began to
undress and felt a familiar presence. Closing my eyes, I tried to
focus on that feeling but it was like trying to catch smoke with my
bare hands. The presence left as soon as it had arrived.

Shrugging off the strange feeling, I walked into the fresher. Stepha
had my bath ready and I sank down in the pleasantly scented water and
sighed happily.

Looking up and waving my hand I said, "You may leave, Stepha. I
will require your assistance later when I dress."

"Yes, my lady. I will wait for you in the bed chambers." She
left me to soak.

I closed my eyes and let my thoughts wander. What was behind the
mask? Why was there such anger coming from him? Would he keep me?

My desire and need for the Dark Lord was like nothing I had
experienced before. I was not used to feeling this way. Being a
road-hardened woman who needed no one else to complete my life, it
surprised me that now I wanted nothing more than to bow down to this
man and serve him.

I was acting like a schoolgirl with a crush. Why my feelings were so
intense and why they surfaced so quickly, I did not know.

Rising from the bath, sighing, I studied my reflection in the mirror.
Could I be happy as his concubine? Why would he want to keep an old
woman like me? The answers never came and I sighed as I set about
applying sweet smelling lotions to my body.

Returning to the bedchambers, I found Stepha waiting for me. She
assisted in dressing me and fussed over my hair and makeup. When I
turned to look in the mirror, I was quite pleased by my appearance.
The long gown showed off my curves and my hair was arranged so it
cascaded down my back and over my shoulders in long curls.

"Very well, Stepha. You may leave," I stated, smiling at her.

"Yes, my lady." She bowed as she left the room.

Turning to sit on the bed, my thoughts raced back to the man who was
my obsession. I felt his presence as he entered the room even before
I heard his breathing.

Gazing at him as he walked to my side, I felt a sigh escape my lips.
He reached out a hand to me and I grasped it as I stood next to him
smiling.

"I believe you could be very useful," he said in a low rumble
that made my insides quiver.

Breathing in deeply I replied, "Useful and quite fun, my
Lord."

My eyes fluttered as I felt his lust and power washing over me like a
tide in the ocean. Moving closer to him, I encircled my arms around
his waist. Laying my head against his strong chest, I deeply inhaled
the smell of leather and savored the strength that was coming from
him.

"It will be my pleasure to become your concubine, my Lord," I
sighed as I nuzzled against his chest.

"There are things you do not understand about me and what you are
consenting to do. You will be at my disposal and mine alone," he
coldly stated.

"I will be your property, my Lord?" I asked, cocking my head
and stepped back and looking into his expressionless mask.

"In a sense, yes. I have not had a concubine in some time and the
Emperor now insists that I have several. You will not be the only one
in my bed." He walked away from me and began to pace around the
room.

I could feel conflicting emotions from him: hate, desire, anger,
possessiveness, resentment, and passion.

As I crinkled my nose I said, "I do not think I am willing to be
your possession. I like my freedom to much to be kept like a
trophy."

Giving up my independence was not something I could easily do. I
wanted to be with him, desperately, but I wanted it to on my own
terms. I should have known better than to tempt him and then pull
away, but I was too headstrong for my own good.

"Being your lover would be my pleasure, but I will not surrender
my life to you," I said sweetly as I moved toward him and grasped
his hands in mine to kiss them tenderly.

He pulled his hands back from me and rumbled, "You knew what was
expected of you when you accepted the invitation."

His hand ran through my hair and harshly grabbed hold of me. He
jerked my head back and looked at me, my neck straining against his
hold.

"I will not tolerate betrayal," he growled.

"I will not betray you, my Lord, but I can not be kept like a
caged animal," my voice trembled slightly.

"You will stay here for the night, I have things to attend
to," he released his hold on me and pushed me away.

"As you wish, my Lord," I said through gritted teeth as he
withdrew from me.

"Good," he growled and in a black blur, he was gone.

Pacing the room for a while, I tried to calm myself and not let my
emotions get the better of me. He was no doubt testing me, trying to
feel me out. My anger toward him was almost overwhelming. My
impulsiveness had sent me here without a second thought as to what I
was getting myself into and my hard headiness made me come up against
a brick wall, one in black leather.

Feelings of rage and passion were blinding me. How could I want to be
with a man who thought of me only as his possession? I knew that I
should not stay with him, but when I was in his presence all my common
sense went out the window. Sighing, I leaned against the bed and
tried to get a hold of myself.

I needed a bit of rest if I was going to deal with him when he
returned. Crawling into the massive bed, snuggling against the
sheets, I stretched out and grabbed a pillow. The scent of leather
and a spicy muskiness lingered on the pillow and I rubbed my face
against it. Oh damn, the smell of him was everywhere.

It would be best if I tried one of Granny's calming techniques.
Maybe I could draw my thoughts away from my predicament. I lay on
my back and closed my eyes, trying to think of peaceful thoughts.
Letting my mind clear, I slipped into a deep sleep.

My peaceful slumber did not last for long.

Sensing a familiar presence, I sat up in bed. I did not hear him but
I saw someone standing in the shadows. The presence was all over me,
rushing my senses. Leaning back, I closed my eyes and let the
delicious sensations flow across my body. Moaning, I felt thousands
of fingertips running across me, touching, nipping, and gripping.
Opening my eyes, I looked into the blue eyes of a stranger. I jumped
and sat bolt upright.

I tried to scramble away but the stranger grabbed my ankles, held me
firmly, and grinned wickedly at me.

"Who are you and why are you in my Lord's room?" I
yelled at him.

_It is mine and I shall do as I please in this room with whoever is in
it,_ he pathed to me.

_My Lord?_ I sent back, not knowing if this was a yet another test or
a cruel trick. It was his voice in my mind but this could not be him.
Looking deep into the stranger's eyes, I searched for some clue.


_You are mine, Prie,_ he sent to me as he crept up my body, using his
soft lips and rough tongue to leave wet trails on my body.

Confusion was clouding my mind but I closed my eyes as I felt him
nibble and bite at my neck. He bit my pulse point and I moaned loudly
as I tried to press my body against his. Force bonds held my hands
firmly at my sides and I strained against them.

Making his way up to my lips, he hovered just above them. I felt his
hot breath against me, his weight pressing me firmly against the bed.
My body was arching, straining to press against this handsome young
man and yet through the Force I could only sense Lord Vader's
presence.

As I felt the stranger leave, my eyes opened to look into the mask of
my Dark Lord. He was standing at the end of the bed gazing at me with
his arms folded across his massive chest.

A relieved smile came across my lips and I tried to move toward him,
but my hands were still held tightly to the bed. I felt my body being
pulled toward the end of the bed, my gown bunching up around my waist,
until I came to rest in front of him. Craning my neck, I tried to
peer into his mask as he ran his hands up my legs and gripped my hips.

Unable to stand the silence, I carefully asked, "Was that
you?"

He stopped his ministrations and looked at me. "That was how I
used to be."

Overwhelming feelings of sorrow and hate emanated from him and I
muffled a gasp.

"I prefer you as you are now," I stated as I gazed longingly
into his mask.

"You do not know me, Prie. You have not seen me," he said in
a low whisper dripping with sadness and rage.

"I would like to know you, my Lord. And see your true self as
well." I spoke with all the genuineness I had in my soul.

_In time, I may allow you to see me. You WILL not ask again,_ his
thoughts burnt into me.

I could tell this was not a subject which was open for discussion.

_As you wish, my Lord,_ I sent back to him as bit my lower lip.

He grabbed my hips roughly and pulled me closer to him. His
mechanical breathing was loud in my ears as he threaded his hands
through my hair. My wide spread legs rested to either side of his
hips, my feet were covered by his cloak as I strained against his grip
in my hair.

_I will take you in any form that I wish, anytime I wish,_ his
thoughts hit me like a sharp blow.

A possession, that's all I will ever be. A toy to be used for his
amusement. At that very moment, that sounded just fine to me. I
wanted him to use me as he wished as long as he came to my bed every
night. I was willing to give up everything just to be with him.

My eyes fluttered closed as he let his free hand follow the curve of
my hip. Feeling him run his hand up and down my inner thighs, teasing
me with light touches, I moaned loudly. His other hand was still
firmly wrapped in my hair and I sensed a grin come over him as he
looked down on my body, quivering at his very touch.

I reached out to touch him but the Force bonds were still restraining
me. He continued his assault on my senses as he released my hair and
ran his hands over every part of my body. The feel of his
leather-clad hands kneading and teasing my breasts through the thin
silk of my gown was sheer pleasure. As he moved lower, I could feel
intense desire rolling off him and it made my breath catch in my
throat.

He pushed my legs further apart and I looked down as I heard the snap
and thump of his codpiece falling to the floor. I licked my lips as
he uncovered his throbbing member. Leaning forward as much as my
bonds would allow, I looked deep into the eyes of his mask. Moving
closer to me, he ran the tip of his hard shaft up and down against my
wetness. My body trembling with passion and lust, I whispered his
name as he pushed just the tip inside of me. I felt his mind touch
mine as we savored the waves of pleasure coming from both of us.

He growled as he thrust his entire length into me. Gasping and
arching my back, I felt him fill me completely. He did not move
inside me right away - he was teasing me, testing my resolve. Little
by little, he withdrew and slowly thrust back into me, causing me to
shudder against him. I leaned forward to watch him slide out of me;
he was slick from my juices and throbbing powerfully.

Grunting loudly, I saw him gradually push himself into me, inch by
pleasurable inch. This man was driving me out of my mind. My hips
instinctively met each thrust and I whimpered as he began moving
faster. He grabbed my legs and raised them higher so he could angle
himself to hit my sweet spot. Groaning and fisting the sheets beneath
my still bound hands, he pushed me closer to ecstasy.

My passion was rising to a fevered pitch as I threw my head back and
cried out his name. Suddenly he stopped. My head flew back to look
at him and my eyes went wide.

"Please…don't…stop," I panted.

_Look at me. I want to watch you,_ he growled inside my head.

Fixing my eyes on him, slowly, torturously he began to thrust inside
me. The feeling of him pounding into me, and the smell of our sex
combined with the scent of his leather almost took me over the edge.
Feeling my body start to quiver, I strained to keep my focus on him.

My senses were overwhelmed, my body was convulsing, and I came –
shouting out his name. I twitched and writhed as my muscles
contracted around him and I felt him reach his own climax. With a low
guttural groan, he came, his head reared back and his regulated
breathing was over-ridden by gasps. I savored the feeling of his
spasms inside me and the passion radiating from him.

He steadied himself with arms splayed to either side of me as we both
tried to catch our breath.

His breathing returned to its normal pattern and he moved away from me
to stand at the end of the bed. A shiver ran down my spine as I saw
him staring at me.

He turned his back to me as I heard the snap of his codpiece.

"Are you pleased, my Lord?" I asked with a wicked grin on my
face.

"Yes," he calmly stated as he turned to face me.

He was a dark vision and my passion-filled eyes raked over his
towering figure. That vision seared into my memory - his thumbs
tucked into his belt, his expressionless ebony mask, and his flexing
muscles under his leather armor.

Hearing the comm-panel chirp, I felt his annoyance as he strode across
the room to answer it. I did not pay attention to his conversation.
Finally free of my bonds, I stretched and slid from the bed. Turning
to go to the fresher, I was startled when he came up behind me.

"Wait here," he said as he ran a hand through my hair.

"I am not done with you yet." I felt him smile as he roughly
tugged my hair before leaving the room.

I could not help but grin as I sighed and walked into the fresher.
This was going to be a long night.


To be continued