The Thin Line

Now, things are going to get a little rough...


Chapter 7



It couldn’t be so simple… but then most things were, only complicated by sentient beings who want to believe in something greater than they are.



Love.



It’s a powerful force, perhaps even greater then the Force itself. But is it truly that powerful or is it only believed to be so because otherwise what is the point… of anything?



Lust.



Perhaps as powerful as love, perhaps not. Is it just a cruder form of love that deceives us, tricks us, into believing we aren’t susceptible to the weakness that is love?



Of course love is weak. It can destroy the universe in a breath.



Nothing is simple.



Nothing is complicated.



Everything, simply, is.



“Mara?”



Mara pulled the shimmersilk robe tighter around her naked body as she stood just inside the bedroom she shared with Luke, her back pressed against the wall next to the open door.



Five hours she had paid for, and five hours she had spent talking to Silver. The prostitute explained more about the psychological psychosis that she dealt with on a daily basis with both customers and co-workers. How it’s all a matter of perception, conditioning, and mostly a figment of fairytales.



Sex was sex.



Love was love.



Simple as that.



“Mara?” Luke walked into the room slowly, tossing his bag off to the side. He moved and stood in front of her. “Something wrong?”



She looked up into his worried eyes. He must have felt her trepidation over what she was about to do. Hell, he probably felt it the moment he landed since she was having so many problems locking down her emotions lately.



Palpatine would not ruin her life again.



Mara Jade was a fighter. There wasn’t an enemy she couldn’t defeat or a battle she couldn’t win, even with her own heart, eventually.



Now or never…



“Mar—”



Grabbing a chunk of his tunic she pulled him against her, crushing her lips against his. A muffled noise of resistance sounded from the sudden assault. She bit down on his lower lip to shut him up but only received a yelp in return.



He tore away and stared down at her with widened eyes, “What in Force’s name…?”



Start pushing…



Literally?



Ah, why not…



Luke was bigger then her, but like she’d let a niggly little fact like that mean anything. She grabbed his arm and in one swift motion twisted it behind his back, causing him to spin on his heels in order for the limb not to break. His backside now to her she kicked at the back of his right knee, then the other, causing him to drop.



“What’s come over you!” he gasped as he struggled against her, but not as much as he could have. Fighting back any more would have caused one of them to become seriously damaged. That wasn’t an option… yet.



Mara pressed her body against his back, her mind screaming at how familiar this all was. She had played the victim before in several men’s twisted games. She even played the mistress to two Moffs who were easily amused. However, this was her pushing, taking, not giving into some man’s sick fantasy. Somehow that thought caused a wicked grin to form on her lips.



She felt his body shudder as she ran her tongue up the ridge of his ear seductively, then whispered, “I’m going to make love to you Farmboy, whether you like it or not.”



“Mara…” his voice was laced with emotion.



Grabbing a fist-full of his blonde shaggy mane she pulled his head back so she could tower over his face.



“Here’s the rules,” she cut him off before he could speak. “You do exactly everything I say. Simple as that. You understand?”



“Mara, I told you I didn’t—” he grunted as she gave another tug to his hair.



“It’s a yes or no question, Farmboy!” she reproached, though her eyes pleaded with him. She couldn’t tell him what was going on, or why she was doing this… but she needed him to trust her.



Push.



Take.



Love.



Lust.



Trust.



Hope.



Silence had fallen across the room and he studied her. She loosened the slack on him just a bit, enough to let him know he had a way out. It was more then she had ever been given. No one cared enough about her back then.



“I understand,” he answered quietly, succinctly, his blue eyes filled with his love and trust.



“Good,” she replied without emotion, pushing him forward as she released him. She walked off a few meters, gathering herself, gauging what needed to be done next. Hearing him stand, she turned and ordered, “Undress.”



He hesitated only slightly, but complied. First he pulled off his tunic, then agilely slipped off his boots and socks. His belt and trousers came next, also being tossed aside. A slight blush formed on his face as he pushed down the last remaining piece of clothing.



Mara raised an eyebrow at the erection that had formed. “Well, well… didn’t know Farmboy’s liked it that way.”



He tilted his head and gave her an annoyed look. “I’m not entirely sure what’s going on, but my mostly naked wife is standing in front of me telling me she’s going to make love to me when I haven’t had sex in… long enough… so how do you expect me to react?”



Glancing down she realized her robe had come undone in her little attack against Luke and he could see, well, everything. Quickly she pulled it closed, only to see him smirk. When did he get control of the situation?



Furious she stepped up to him and slapped him across the face. Not hard enough to bruise, but it got the point across. “First rule: You… don’t talk. Not a word, not a groan, not a scream. Nothing!”



His eyes widened again and he almost seemed hurt but Mara held her ground. This was her time, her moment, and like hell she’d let another man take it away from her. Finally he nodded his head in acceptance.



“Good boy,” she purred mockingly, pulling a little closer to him. The dip between his abs was very sensitive… and she gently brushed her fingers in a trail down to his navel. He shuddered again, but kept silent.



Grinning evilly she nibbled on his shoulder blade as her hand reached down farther. Remembering how well he had responded to her hand once before, she started to give him a repeat treatment. Caressing his sac she felt them tighten as his erection grew. To her pleasure he squeezed his eyes shut and bit his lip.



She pinched his ass and he yelped.



“No talking!” she admonished as she grabbed him by the arm and flipped him onto the bed. Straddling him she glared down at his shocked expression. “Don’t make me hurt you, you know I can and will…”



His jaw gapped open and she reveled. Laughing sensually she leaned down and licked and nibbled on the cute dimple in his chin. One hand traveled down his chest, caressing with feather touches.



His body tensed, but he made no more sounds.



“You’re learning...” Mara grinned and sat back slightly to take in his full image. Like a piece of nerf stake she sized him up, seasoned with him her eyes, and would tenderize him with her womanhood.



Slowly she tugged at her robe, letting it slide off her shoulders. He drank in her image with an all too familiar lust in his eyes. She almost slapped him again, but there was something else there, along with the desire that stopped her cold.



He reached up and pushed the robe away, his hands dancing lightly on her thighs. Roughly she grabbed his wrists and forced his arms over his head and spat him, “No touching!”



He shook his head incredulously but nodded acceptance. She wasn’t going to let him have any fun. That was the simple truth of the matter. Mara was taking what she wanted, his needs be damned.



Rubbing her hips to his, she became fully aware of what this was doing to her body. She was hot, wet, and more ready than she had ever been. Her body ached in anticipation, at its control of the situation.



She was enjoying herself.



Feeling a ready shaft beneath her, she towered herself above him. The tip of the engorged organ brushed against her slick entrance and she was rewarded with the sight of Luke biting his lip and gripping the sheets. Grinning, she closed her eyes and gently teased him again.



How many times had she felt the touch of a man there? More than she would care to remember… but never had it felt so… electric. For the first time in her life she had the need, the urge, to become joined with another man. A driving force in her gut screamed at her, mocked her, pleaded with her.



Her control lost, she settled down onto his member. Despite her readiness it had still been over a decade for her. Painfully it burned as her walls stretched to accommodate his huge girth. With a whimper she collapsed against his chest, one tear escaping her barriers.



Moments later she felt a gentle caress. She hadn’t specified that he couldn’t touch her with the Force, so she let it pass. His love and concern for her well being, physically and emotionally, was heavy around her, but strangely it made her feel lighter.



Slowly she moved her hips, falling into an all too familiar rhythm. Finally the memories assaulted her: of her virginity being ripped from her body, her screams as she was taken roughly without thought of her health, the tearing, the bleeding, and a thousand flashes of physical humility.



Screaming she tried to open her eyes, but realized she never closed them. She was breathing heavily and her skin was chilled where the air blew across where her tears had fallen. Looking down her throat caught.



True to his honor, he didn’t make a sound, nor touch her to try to stop her as her fists pounded into his flesh. Already bruises were rising to the surface. His face was twisted in pain, his knuckles white, nails ripping holes in the sheets. Where those tears glistening in his eyes?



“Oh Force, I’m so sorry Luke!” she cried out and tried to sooth away the pain but the discoloration of skin still continued. She kissed him deeply, lovingly, trying to make amends.



She felt no true pain from him through their bond, only love. He nuzzled against her cheek and neck in silent expressions of care.



Luke could have stopped her, should have stopped her. But he trusted in his love, in her.



Taking a deep breath, she gathered the strength to continue on. She would win this fight. “One last rule, my love. You can’t come until I say you can…”



He nodded without hesitation.



His erection had softened through the beatings, but he was still inside her. A few well-placed thrusts of her hips and the blood started to flow again. Feeling him grow, responding to her movements and touches, sent a little thrill up her spin.



But this was about her pleasure, not his.



Purely by accident she had discovered a position where if she pushed down a certain way it was like stroking an internal fire. Unfortunately the man had satisfied himself three thrusts later and tossed her aside.



That wouldn’t happen this time. Even if it became unbearable for Luke, she knew he wouldn’t deny her this.



Of course love is weak. It can destroy the universe in a breath.



Setting herself up, she began to use him for her own gain. Harder and faster she drove herself upon him. Groaning and screaming in pleasure she let it build inside her. His member twitched and his body shuddered.



White-hot fire burst around her and she shook violently.



Her womanhood tightened and trembled against him, her breathing coming in haggard chokes.



“Game over,” she mumbled as she collapsed against his chest, his strong arms quickly pulling her into a gentle embrace.