Now I Lay Me Down to Sleep - Being revamped!

Chapter 4

When she woke, Lord Vader was gone and Samri breathed a sigh of relief. Throwing the covers back, she stepped the marble floor, wincing as her feet touched the icy surface. Then she realized she had no clothing in this room, for Vader had left her clothes beside the lake.

Muttering to herself, she was wrapping the bed covering around here when the door to the ‘fresher opened and Lord Vader stepped out wearing nothing more than a sleepy look. The black glove was gone, leaving in its place a golden metal hand and lower arm. The click and whir of gears was much more noticeable without the glove.

Suddenly, he looked unbelievably young to her.

She bowed awkwardly, trying to keep the soft folds of the ebony covering wrapped around her. He stared at her for a moment as if he did not remember who she was or why she was there. Then he smirked at her attempts to keep her body covered.

He sauntered over to the large table in front of the fireplace, completely unconcerned with his own nudity. “I’ve already seen everything you have,” he told her. “I don’t know why you bother.”

Samri’s chin jerked up and she cut off the angry words she longed to throw at him with great effort. “Habit I suppose. Most decent people keep themselves covered,” she grumbled.

He laughed and shook his head. “Good thing I’m not decent then, right?”

Samri did not know how to react to this almost playful side of the man who owned her, so she remained silent.

Vader sank into a chair and waved his hand in front of the fireplace. The next moment a fire was crackling happily and he stared into the flames. Her eyes widened at this casual display of power. She stared when he held out a hand and a carved, wooden box began to drift toward him. He studied the box for a moment, checked its lock and then sent it back to where it had been resting.

Thinking she might escape him while he was preoccupied, she began to edge her way toward the door.

“I did not say you could leave.” His cold voice stopped her in her tracks.

“My apologies, milord, I thought…”

“You thought me too busy to notice you sneaking out of my room,” he finished for her, getting up and strolling over to her.

Samri shrugged and tugged the cover a little higher over her breasts. She might as well have saved herself the effort, for he grabbed in his hands and whipped it away from her body, leaving her completely bared to his hungry gaze.

His face was taut as one hand reached out brushed her nipple before traveling down her side to her hip. “You are quite lovely,” he murmured.

Still merely curious, his hands roamed over her body. The metal fingers were not as cold as she expected, seeming to warm as they passed over her flesh again and again. His flesh hand came up to cup her chin and he stared at her face. Carefully, she kept her eyes lowered as he had taught her.

Vader leaned down and began to stroke her jaw line with his tongue before traveling up to her ear where he worried it gently with his teeth. “I was too quick with you last night,” he whispered, his breath hot against her flesh. “That was not well done of me.”

Samri knew that was the closest thing she would get to apology from the strange man and she accepted it as such. She made a vague sound as if to say it did not matter. But it did matter – and they both knew it.

“Perhaps I should try again,” he murmured as his lips and tongue began to work on the other ear and then drifted down her throat to the pulse racing so madly.

“That is all right, milord,” Samri said desperately.

He chuckled against her throat and nipped at her flesh, making her jump in surprise.

“No, really, I insist,” he said in a firm voice. “I should hate you to think I am an inconsiderate lover,” he teased her, his eyes glinting momentarily.

“Does it really matter what I think?” Samri said breathlessly.

He moved her backward until her bare back was resting on the cold, hard stone wall. His rampant erection was prodding her belly and his hands traveled down her legs before he lifted her abruptly and wrapped them around his waist.

Now his cock was twitching very close to her entrance and she shivered.

“Shall I take you up against this wall?” He murmured, rubbing his cock against her moist heat. “Should I slam into you until you beg for mercy?”

He growled and just the head of his cock entered her.

Samri stiffened and gasped.

The hard length of him retreated and he resumed rubbing against her provocatively. He leaned down to whisper in her ear. “Or shall I lay you on that big dark bed of mine and show you what it can really be like?”

She trembled in his arms, torn between a desire to run away and the desire to beg him to lay her on the big bed and thrust into her. Maybe then she could find what had eluded her last night, perhaps then she could fall over that summit at last and find whatever it was that had made him gasp and tremble as he moved within her.

As if he realized her conflicting needs, he wrapped his arms around her and carried her to the bed. More gently than she would have imagined he was capable of, he lowered her to that soft surface. Her pale flesh gleamed against the black sheets and he took a moment to savor the view.

“By the Force, you are lovely,” he said in a low voice.

Samri blushed and her hands fluttered up to cover herself. But then they flew behind her, held in place by invisible bonds.

“We’ll have none of that,” he chided quietly.

He lowered himself to the bed and blanketed her slim form with his own muscular one and they both groaned at the contact of flesh against flesh. He lay there for a moment, so still that all she felt was the movement of his chest as he breathed and the thudding of the heart that beat in his chest.

Then Vader’s mouth came down on hers, insistent and demanding. His tongue lashed at her lips until she opened them and he moaned at his triumph. She felt the bonds holding her hands in place loosen and disappear.

His hand came up between her legs and began to tease the moist flesh there. Delicate, feathery touches soon had her squirming and arching off the bed. He laughed when her hands pulled his body closer to hers.

Then he supported himself on his elbows and studied her, lashes lowered as he preferred. “Open your eyes and look at me,” he ordered and grunted in satisfaction as she immediately did as she was told.

“This time when I am inside of you, I want you to look at me,” he whispered urgently. “I want to see the look on your face as you come for the first time.” His eyes blazed at her, all of his usual coldness melted away.

She nodded her agreement. What else could she do?

Then he slid down the length of her body, kissing a hot trail down her breasts and belly, until he came to the dark nest of curls between her legs. He nudged her legs open and teased her sex with skillful touches.

Then, his eyes locked with hers, he suddenly pushed one finger inside of her and began a slow stroking that soon had her keening in frustration. It wasn’t enough. His strokes were too slow and not as deep as she needed them.

Her hips arched off the bed and she clutched at him, asking without words for what she needed. But still he tortured her, his finger moving inside of her at a maddeningly slow pace.

“Please…” she whimpered, far too desperate to worry about possible punishment.

He laughed at her then, and kept the same torturous rhythm.

Her response now soaked his fingers, making his finger glide within her. Then he quickened the pace just a bit, his eyes avidly watching his finger thrust into her.

She felt the precipice getting closer and closer and something began to clench inside of her and at that very moment, the finger withdrew. Samri wailed at the loss.

Vader slid back up her body and let her see him slowly lick his finger clean. She closed her eyes as he began to kiss her once more, her taste a faint reminder of what he had done to her.

He settled his body in between her thighs, his hand grabbing his cock and guiding it to her entrance.

With one sure thrust, he sheathed himself completely in her soft warmth. Then he guided her legs around his waist before pulling back and thrusting back in, hard.

He came up and supported himself on his hands and the new angle made his cock brush something inside of her that brought the precipice back within view.

His thrusts were sure and hard, each one deeper than she thought he could get. His cock seemed to swell within her. His strokes became faster and faster and he leaned down to worry her nipple between his teeth.

He pulled away. “Look at me,” he ordered. His thrusts got even deeper and she felt something spark within her.

“Now,” he commanded as his cock slammed home. His own gasp was drowned out by her cry of completion. He kept stroking inside of her as his cock softened.

When her tremors ended, he pulled out and collapsed on top of her.

He gave a sigh of satisfaction as his fingers traced idle patterns on her breast. Then he threw himself on his back and put his hands behind his head.

“Maybe I shall have you come with me the next time I go to the capital,” he mused. “There is much you need to learn.”


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Lord Vader read over the last series of communications from his Master. The old tyrant was growing more and more suspicious of his younger, more powerful apprentice. Vader smiled and tapped his fingers on the table before him.

It was time to put his plans into action.

First, he would get the girl the education she would need so that she would not be out of her element when he took her to court. No one would believe that Lord Vader would be smitten with an uneducated girl from an Outer Rim planet and the illusion must be complete.

How soon they forgot about Lord Vader’s origins! The Hero With No Fear had been born a slave on Tatooine, a fact they conveniently chose to forget. It was safer that way, and they all knew it.

Vader laughed lightly, imagining their faces when they saw the beautiful Ree on his arm.

/The beast has been tamed/ they would say.

Let them think what they wanted.

Let them believe what he wanted them to believe.
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