The door slides open with a soft hiss, and you step through, surveying the salon. It is empty, save for the large figure sitting stick straight in a large, ornately carved chair. If you didn’t know better, you would think him a statue, he is sitting so still.

He sits quietly, hands crossed in his lap, long cloak falling around his body in elegant drapes.

This room is furnished with ancient tapestries, ornately carved statues, chairs, tables. The wooden knot work and carvings are second to none.

You look out of place here with your leather bodice and leggings.

He looks up as the door slides shut, his eyes appraising you.

You can see a flash in his eyes. A burst of panic when he realizes that he cannot read you. Cannot sense, with his legendary powers, who you are or what you are about.

The leather creaks as you walk across the room, skin tight, leaving nothing about your curves to his imagination.

He has been sent to you as punishment. A service you provide to the Council, at a nominal charge. This one has been around. Around enough to know what you are and what you do.

What he doesn’t realize is that you make a very lucrative living in this business. Normally, you’d leave this task to your employees, simply leaning back and reaping the profits of their efforts.

Tonight is different. Tonight you will take care of this ‘client’ yourself.

It won't be an unpleasant experience.

You always had fun tearing down the famous Jedi control.

"I trust you know why you are here." It wasn’t a question. Your voice is soft, yet commanding, something he is not used to hearing.

"No." He answers honestly, his azure gaze regarding you with something akin to lust. His attraction and curiosity are evident.

You can sense that he is curious as to why he is in an establishment such as this. A respectable member of the old Jedi Order, sitting in a place like this. A punishment, he was told by the Council. He was not told what kind of punishment that would be.

"Come with me." You command and he is on his feet and by your side faster than you could have drawn your sidearm.

You have seen him from afar, seen his size next to other men. Never had you dreamed he would be standing next to you.

This rogue. This constant pain in the sides of the Jedi Council. Standing before you. Completely at your mercy.

You are not a small woman. Your long legs afford you a glance into his eyes that few ever reach.

You lead him to another room. This room is decorated more to your tastes with its more modern décor. Deep burgundy is the dominant color of the room, down to the sheets on the large bed that sits in the middle of the floor.

You can see his curiosity as he casts more than just a glance around the large room. His eyes fall to the bed and the two marble tables on either side, the marble headboard and the grand chest at the foot.

"Remove your cloak." You command, crossing your arms across your chest.

He stares for a moment and then complies, the dark, heavy material sliding off his arms easily.

You take the cloak and drape it across the chest at the foot of the bed.

"Remove your clothing."

A small smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. He doesn’t move. Doesn’t twitch.

"You have been commanded to obey me this evening. I suggest you comply." Your tone disguises the fact that you are amused with his audacity.

He remains still as a post.

You move to the chest and pull out a small leather handle and tuck it into your belt.

You can feel his eyes on you, trying to understand what he is doing here.

You walk behind him, reach up and pull your hands through his neatly combed mane. Your hand falls to his tunic, down his back, until you reach his belt.

You unfasten it quickly and allow it to fall to the floor.

He remains unmoving.

You unwrap the sash and let it drop to the floor, his stoles and tunics follow.

You step back to admire the torso that is bared before you. He is magnificently built. Tight muscles cut an impressive figure across his chest and you can’t help but stare.

Your nails trail along his back, over the well- muscled shoulder, to the silky mass of hair that hangs just below his shoulders.

Your fingers trail along the waistband of his leggings and you can feel the soft intake of breath as your fingers encounter the warm skin.

Your nails rake across his abdomen, across his stomach as you walk around and look into his eyes. They lock as you slide the leggings down his hips into a pool at his feet. You lean forward and press a kiss to his chest, flicking your tongue over a flat nipple, startling him.

"Not used to this kind of attention, Master Jinn?" You draw out his name, making him realize that even though he is a Master, he will still receive the designated punishment.

Silence.

You blow on the nipple and then take it into your mouth, biting gently.

His hands ball into a fist as you suck the nipple into your mouth swirling it around your tongue. You move to the other flat peak, paying similar attention as it hardens in your mouth.

You can feel his cock rising against your abdomen and you rub against it.

His body is betraying him, and you can feel his dismay.

AS if of their own volition, his hands bury themselves in your long, dark mane, tugging sharply.

"Drop your hands. You are not the Master tonight."

He stops, hands still buried in your hair, until he reconsiders his position and complies.

You slide your hands around his back and drop slowly to your knees in front of him. Your hands caress the firm buttocks, giving them a tight squeeze.

Your lips trail a line of wet heat down his abdomen until he can feel your breath in the dark curls between his legs.

You breath deeply, inhaling his scent. Deep musk. You wonder if he wears cologne. It seems like a useless item to a Jedi Knight. You bury your nose in the curls and are rewarded with a sharp gasp.

His restraint is second to none. Most men would have had you flat on your back by now. You expected a Jedi to be different, and you’ve not been disappointed.

Your hand cups his sac, squeezing gently, while the pad of your thumb circles his head. The strong cock vibrates beneath your touch and you can’t resist the temptation to curl it into your fist.

You begin to stroke him slowly, hearing the soft sighs that escape his lips.

You look up at him. His eyes are closed, concentrating on that legendary Jedi control, you’ve no doubt.

"Open your eyes." You command and they slowly flutter open to reveal eyes darkened with desire.

"You will watch."

His hands fly to your head when you slide your hot mouth over his length. You take a great portion of it into your mouth and begin to suck deeply.

You can feel his legs shake. He won’t be able to remain upright for much longer.

You stand, the leather cracking as you do so, and order him into the bed.

"In the middle please."

He is grateful for the reprieve and sits on the edge of the bed quickly.

"I said the middle."

He remains still and you grip his chin and pull his eyes to yours. Your dark orbs narrow.

"I said the middle. Shall I say it in another language?"

"And lay on your back."

He moves slowly, eyes never leaving yours.

You lick your lips, watching his proud cock betray its Master

"You cannot use the Force here unless I command it." You make this clear to him as he stretches onto the bed.

You crawl along his body, breasts brushing against the warm flesh. You take one of his hands and plunge a finger into your mouth. You suck gently, using it as a miniature cock.

You stretch out atop him, ankle to ankle, thigh to thigh, breast to breast. The leather you wear is cold against his warm skin, a startling contrast.

He reaches down and tangles his free hand in your hair, tugging your lips from his finger.

"Hands above your head." You growl.

His eyes shimmer in the dim light of the room, a questioning look that you do nothing to appease. You push yourself up onto your forearms, your ample breasts pushing the limits of the tight bodice you wear.

Your breath is hot in his ear.

"Now!"

He raises his arms slowly, not breaking your gaze.

You reach across him, the leather brushing the taut skin of his chest, causing him to shiver.

Your breasts brush his face now as you lean over him with a soft leather strap, tying each wrist above his head.

You pull a small leather handle from between your breasts and trail the thin strand down his chest to his navel, across his groin and down his legs.

Another involuntary shiver and you smile.

"You will know pain…and pleasure like you have never known before." You whisper, your hand pulling apart the top fastening of your bodice.

"This is the Council’s punishment?" He asks, voice deepened with restrained desire.

"Punishment can come in all forms. Not all is displeasing."

You use the hard leather of the handle to part his thighs.

"Keep them there or I will tie them as well."

You quickly lean down and suck his cock into your mouth. This movement startles him and his hips arch sharply off the mattress.

Your hand begins short, quick strokes, watching the tip leak over your hand.

"You will not come until I give permission."

He pressed his eyes closed and you release him. A heavy breath of relief can be heard and you reach to the side and open a small box sitting on the marble stand next to the bed.

You pull out two leather handles, one slightly larger than the other.

His eyes are still closed and you grin mischievously, raise your hand and bring the strip of leather hard against his thigh.

His eyes fly open and his hips arch sharply off the bed. You meet his questioning gaze with a smile and bring the leather hard across his other thigh.

His lips open, as if he is about to speak, but he closes them immediately.

"Have something to say, Jedi?" You coo, rubbing your hands over the reddened flesh.

"I suggest you use your Force to keep yourself hard or you’ll feel the sting of this leather across your cock."

His eyes harden as he stares, daring you.

Chapter 2

You chuckle, seeing the daring gleam in his eyes and pick up the smaller whip, small tendrils of leather jutting out the end.

You grip his heavy length and stroke it sharply. An involuntary groan escapes his lips and then a grunt as the leather connects with his cock.

His eyes lock with yours once more and you bring the leather down again.

A cry escapes his lips this time and you grin.

He closes his eyes to block out the pain, willing the erection away. Beads of sweat erupt onto his forehead.

It appears that he is successful as the generous length begins to wilt in your hand.

You quickly reach into a small box and pull out a ring about the size of your wrist.

Hearing your movement, he stares at your hands as you cast an appreciative gaze over his body.

You crawl along the length of him once again, sliding your hands up his bare legs, squeezing the muscular thighs, before gripping his cock and giving it an appreciative tug.

He swallows a groan and stares at you.

You lick your lips and bend your head to kiss the sensitive tip, licking the clear liquid that has gathered there, swirling it around with your tongue before swallowing. You take him into your mouth with practiced ease and you can feel the trembling in his thighs as he struggles to remain still. Any thought of growing limp disappears in a flurry of small tremors as they wrack his body.

You’ll just make sure his magnificent member is not given the chance.

One hand works him with short strokes while your mouth sucks him deeply down your throat.

His hips move involuntarily, struggling for a long needed release. You pull away, licking your lips.

"You will not have release until I grant it."

He groans, sinking back into the bedclothes.

You enlarge the ring you still hold and slip it over his cock, down and over his sac, holding him painfully erect.

You turn a small button and the ring activates, denying the release the Jedi Master seeks so desperately.

You unfasten the front of your bodice, baring your breasts to him for the first time. You cup the mounds, pulling the nipples, hardening them instantly.

You lean over and begin to lave his cock again, holding it to lick the sensitive underside. You suck his sac, ignoring the low groans emanating from his throat.

His eyes are dark with desire as he watches you suck him.

Your tongue darts out of your mouth like a serpent, licking the fluid away before disappearing once again.

You move away and you can hear him moan at the loss of contact.

You stand and unfasten the leather leggings, pealing them down your hips and off your legs with ease. You slide a finger down your neck, over your breasts and down to your wetness, drawing a finger over the sensitive bundle of nerves hidden beneath dark curls.

"A new lesson, Jinn. One you must be used to teaching by now."

You pull a long satin tie out of your box of toys and reach for his eyes, covering them quickly.

Now he cannot see you, cannot feel you, cannot read you. You’ve taken one more layer of stability away from the calm Jedi Master.

"When one sense is impaired, the others work overtime to compensate."

He is completely at your mercy and you revel in the power you hold over this Jedi.

You reach for his cock again, thumbing a switch on the ring. It begins to vibrate and he is unable to supress a groan.

You swallow his length again, sucking deeply. You lick the hole at the tip, cleaning him, drinking the fluid that is constantly present now.

He will have no release until you grant it.

The wetness is dripping down your legs now and you are grateful that he cannot see how desperately you want to feel his thick length inside you.

"I don’t know what you did, Jinn. But if the Council thinks this is a punishment, they are a bunch of prudes."

A strained chuckle escapes his lips. An indication that he agrees with you.

You crawl up his thighs, resting one leg on either side of his hips. You hold his cock so that he can feel you above him. Your restraint slips and you lower yourself onto his cock. The tip slides in easily and you continue until he is buried to the hilt. He is large and he stretches you until you feel you will tear. Good thing you were wet enough or the friction would have killed you…and probably driven him to a release despite the restraint.

His hips arch but you steady him with a soft squeeze to the base of his cock.

You begin to move, and he groans.

"Please." He whispers, a loud groan accompanying the single plea.

You move roughly against him, impaling yourself onto his rigid member, unable to remember when you last felt so filled.

You see his muscles tense as he pulls at the restraints.

"Untie my hands. Please." He begs and you reach forward to brush your lips against his.

"Not yet."

His scent is intoxicating and you nibble on his lower lip, allowing the roughness of his beard to tickle your chin.

Your tongue darts out to trace the outline of his lips. They were made to be kissed, you decide.

His lips part to admit your tongue and he sucks on it, desperate for contact.

"Please." He begs into your mouth.

You kiss him deeply, his mouth, like the rest of his body, dwarfing your own.

You reach up to unfasten the ties at his wrists and then sit up, riding him once more.

He rips the blindfold from his eyes, his hands gripping your hips and pulling you into his thighs.

One hand slips between your joined bodies and begins to massage your clit.

You groan, riding him faster as your release approaches.

His rough fingers caress you and you scream out his name as you come, panting heavily.

You rest your hands flat against his chest as you regain your composure.

His deep blue eyes regard you with something akin to pleasurable pain.

You’ve denied him release when he’d just given you one hell of a powerful one.

You slide off him and remove the ring.

Powerful tension floods his cock and you allow him to push you onto your back.

Before you know it, your legs are on his shoulders and he is thrusting wildly within you. His hips grind against yours in circular motions and you moan.

Your hands tangle in his hair, pulling him down for another kiss. He obliges, his lips covering yours roughly. His hips slam into you with such ferocity, that you will be amazed if you are able to walk in the morning

You can feel his impending release as his cock grows and surges within you. With a few more thrusts, he floods your loins with his hot seed, hips slowing to push it deeper.

Your hips urge him to continue his thrusts. You are so close once again.

But he pulls away and by the look on his face he knows what he has just denied you.

He slides down your legs until he is eye level with your wet curls.

Before you have a chance to think, he buries his face between your thighs, tongue flicking over your sensitive clit.

Your hips arch sharply, driving his probing tongue across your folds.

He licks and sucks and you know he is tasting his own release mixed with the remnants of your first one.

When his mouth closes over your clit and he begins to suck deeply, you know it is over.

Your release slams into your eyes, blinding you with the intensity as you come for the second time in as many minutes.

You shudder beneath him, hands still tangled in his hair. Still shuddering, you pull him up to you.

His body is huge, dwarfing your own.

He drapes a leg casually over your thigh and leans down to kiss your swollen lips. You can taste the sweetness of your juices mixed with his and sigh wearily.

He lay down beside you and draws you into his arms.

"You’re right, M’lady. The Council is full of prudes."

You chuckle, your eyes drooping drearily as your muscles relax.

You drift into slumber, the Jedi Master’s arms wrapped tightly around your waist, one hand cupping your breast.

Chapter 3

Your eyes snap open at the sound of the deep breathing in your ear. You lay still, looking for a way out of the sleeping man’s arms.

He is the one here for punishment, and it is your job to provide just that.

You squirm out of his arms and pull his under tunic over your nakedness.

You stare at the sated man, cursing yourself. You shouldn’t have given in so quickly, allowed him release so quickly. You’d rectify that now.

You gather the materials needed and then snap the thick leather across his skin, startling him awake.

He rolled onto his back, massaging his thigh.

He stares at you, hatred in his eyes.

"Your punishment is not complete. You are here for the evening and you will not sleep."

His eyes lock with yours and he smiles at your next command.

"Lay on your stomach."

He doesn’t move.

You crack the whip across his ankle and he blinks rapidly but does not move.

"Defiant one, aren’t you. It’s no wonder that the Council is exasperated with you."

The leather snaps across his lower thigh leaving a red welt on the tanned skin.

"If that comes any where near it," His voice was deep, dangerously venomous. "I will use it on you."

"And be stripped of your rank and title in the process." You threaten.

"You will yield to your punishment."

He shuts his mouth and stares at you. You can feel his heated gaze traveling along your body.

His tunic goes to your knees, covering you more than you would like.

You bend over, giving him a splendid view of your smooth, round ass. You take his sash and hike up the tunic, tying it around your waist. Now it hangs a bit better, just barely covering your backside.

"Turn!"

He complies with a sigh and rolls over.

He is as magnificent from the back as he is from the front.

Long, muscular legs curve into a well cut backside, smooth back, large, broad shoulders and long, thick hair.

"Arms above you." You order and he complies without question.

That's a first.

You reach down and slide your hands up his calves, to his thighs. Over his perfectly rounded ass they travel, until you bury them in the thick mass around his head.

You massage his scalp, drawing a soft moan. Straddling him, you sit on his backside, leaning forward to press a soft kiss to his shoulder.

You bit down hard and he yelps in surprise. You trace the mark with your tongue and then suck on it, the pain vanishing.

You suck the straining tendon along his neck, feeling his breath catch. Your breasts lightly brush his back as you find sensitive places along his neck to taste.

You can feel his hips arch into the mattress and you know he is hard again, seeking what release he can against the covers.

You pull away and order him to turn over.

He complies and you notice his cock rising at half its normal length. So easy to arouse this man.

You reach for the ring once more and hold it out to him.

"Put it on. Tight."

He stares at you, your hand, his eyes the only part of his body that moves.

You take his hand and curl his fingers around his cock. You draw the fingers up its length, squeezing them.

"Don’t tell me you don’t know how to do this."

"I know quite well," He hisses and you grin, changing the course of action you wish him to take.

"Well then, by all means Master Jedi, show me how it’s done."

The ring falls forgotten to the bed as you watch his reaction.

His cheeks color slightly. He is not used to being the one ordered around, being stripped of his dignity and laid bare before calm, ravenous eyes.

You release his hand and sit back along his knees.

"Show me. Now!"

His breathing quickens as his hand moves slowly along his growing length.

You can tell he is appalled at being forced to perform in front of you.

You cup his sac and squeeze, causing his grip to tighten.

"I want you to come."

"Like this!" You hiss, tugging his hand away and replacing it with your more forceful touch.

You draw short, sharp strokes up his fully erect length, circling the head with a fingertip. Pre cum drips down his cock, slicking your hand.

His hips involuntarily arch into your grasp, short gasps escaping tightly closed lips.

You pull your hand away suddenly and he exhales a long breath.

"Now continue!" you demand and he complies reluctantly.

His body is one giant nerve ending now and he knows nothing save for the throbbing in his loins. Long fingers expertly stroke his length, his other hand moving to squeeze his balls.

"Faster!" You demand. You are rewarded with a sharp grunt as his hips begin to thrust into his hand.

"Harder!" Your voice urges him on, and he groans loudly.

You can see his cock swell and vibrate, ready to release its hot nectar.

You rip his hand away and he looks at you with darkened eyes. You want him to come inside you, but you cannot allow him to see that he affects you this way.

"Continue," You whisper and his hand deftly grips his cock. He strokes himself to a quick and powerful release while you watch. Warm liquid drips down his hand, more than you’ve ever seen come out of a man at a single time, and settles into the ripples of muscle across his abdomen.

His body sags into the mattress, spent, and you stand.

"Roll over," You command and he opens his eyes to stare at you unbelievingly.

"Now!"

He obeys only when the leather cracks across his thigh once again.

"Hands above your head."

He complies, reluctantly and you slide the soft leather down his shoulders to his flank and back again.

You see him flinch a bit as the leather strokes him.

You slide your other hand across his bare ass and grin.

"So beautiful. Well shaped. Hard." You whisper, leaning over him to lick the back of his shoulder.

You hear him mutter something into the sheets and you grip his hair to pull his head up.

"Hmmm?"

He hesitates for a moment before answering. "Not again. You just took care of that."

You laugh deeply, and release his head. You begin to rub his shoulders, your touch gentle at first. Soft, wet kisses trail behind your fingers, your tongue drawing patterns on his skin.

As you move your way down his body, the touch becomes harder, until you are squeezing the firm roundness of his buttocks with your nails.

You feel him shudder and bend over to drag your tongue across the plump flesh.

"Like that?" You ask, not really caring about his answer.

He grunts and you grip the leather handle and move away.

The next sound out of his mouth is a harsh groan as you bring the leather hard across his backside.

"What about that?"

Silence.

"Don’t like that do you?"

Another slap.

His body jerks but he remains silent.

"Not use to being dominated are you?"

Another slap.

"So used to being the Master in charge."

Silence.

Chapter 4

You rub his buttocks again, smoothing over the pain. The beautifully tanned cheeks are now bright red due to your leather strap.

You slip your hands between his legs and you can feel him tense.

"Don't fret Master Jedi, I don't go there…"

You grin and slide your hands up his body once more. You tilt his head to the side, revealing his long neck to your caressing fingers. You rub the skin, the tendon tensing and pulsing along his throat.

You pull away his thick mane of hair and kneed it gently with nimble fingers.

You feel him sigh, see his eyes flutter closed.

You trail a light caress down his side and slip your hand around his waist. His body is pressed into the covers but reacts to your touch. You can feel the hard evidence beneath your fingertips.

You wonder with a low chuckle just how long his Jedi stamina was going to hold out. No man could have such complete releases and be hard again in such a short amount of time.

Obviously the Jedi could use the Force for more than what was widely known.

You straddle him, grinding your hips into his back. Your hands rub his head, massaging his scalp.

You feel his body relax and decide its time for a bit more fun.

You climb over him and don his tunic once more, looping his sash loosely around your waist to barely keep the front closed.

"Stand."

He is slow to respond and you attribute it to his physical relaxation and fatigue.

"I will not wait all day."

He rolls over and you can see his cock hardening again. It is not fully erect, however and you make a mental note to work on it that fact.

"Perhaps a bit more pain will convince you that I don't want this to sag while in my presence."

You grip him firmly and give the member a soft squeeze.

You feel it pulse in your hand and hear him stifle a groan.

Not one man, in your entire tenure in this business, has ever been able to perform for the entire evening. You've had Jedi patrons before, and have watched and directed them through an evening of mind-blowing pleasure.

This night is different, however, as you are supposed to be delivering pain rather than pleasure.

You feel sorry for this Jedi. He appears to be a very strong, proud man. He's certainly got the size to carry off the mysterious illusion that surrounds the mighty Jedi Order.

When all else is stripped away, they are still men. And you have spent most of your life learning how to break them.

But you find yourself not wanting to break this man.

You shake your head and bark out another command.

He jumps immediately, you think he is worried about what you have in store for him next.

"Sit."

He blinks.

You point to a very large, overstuffed chair and back him towards it.

He sinks into it with a catlike grace unlike a man unusual for a man who is standing completely naked in front of a woman who has hurt and pleasured him for the better part of an evening.

You grip the leather handle and his eyes dart to it before again centering on your barely-covered form.

You saunter toward him and kneel at his feet. Gripping both knees, you pry them apart and spread his legs to make yourself more comfortable.

He doesn't look at anything but your eyes.

'Jedi control.' You grumble.

You grip his cock in one hand and begin to stroke him quickly, bringing him to a new level of hardness. Clear fluid begins to leak from the tip and you bend forward to lick it away.

Your motion elicits a soft groan.

You take the soft leather strap and wrap it around his hard cock. You draw it down his length and smile when he shivers.

The leather is soft, until it strikes with a painful snap across bare skin. You use it as if it were your hand, creating a new level of sensation to coarse through his body.

You replace the leather with your mouth and his head rolls back onto his shoulders.

His eyes break contact with yours and flutter closed.

"I'm loosing my touch,' You think.

You are supposed to be punishing him, not pleasuring the man.

You can't help but admire the view he presents. Body splayed out against the large chair, head thrown back, hair flowing wildly about his shoulders.

He is the perfect vision of a wild Lir Cat; Large, gentle creatures, once native to Coruscant. They were docile, but once threatened, they could turn on you in an instant.

You blink, bringing your mind back to the task at hand. You release him with one last lap at the clear liquid still dripping from his cock.

You take the smaller leather handle and bring the thin straps down across his thighs with a soft smack.

His head snaps up and his eyes focus on you.

"I hate to bruise that beautiful face of yours, " You mutter regretfully and raise your hand to bring the leather strap across a bearded cheek.

He jerks, closing his eyes moments before the leather strikes him. His jaw clenches and he claws his fist around the edges of the chair.

"Do not move your hands or I will restrain them." You warn.

He does not open his eyes again, and you wait.

He must see the leather coming, it will unnerve him a bit more.

"Open." You command, drawing the leather handle down his cheek.

When his eyes open, they are narrowed and filled with hostility.

You chuckle, knowing that this big, strong man is at another's command for him to be here. He cannot leave. His sense of duty will not allow it.

His defiance is almost palpable.

But he is yours. He will submit.

You snap the leather across his neck this time, a red mark surfacing on the sensitive skin almost immediately. You didn't strike hard enough for a welt to form, but if he angers or defies you for much longer, you will be tempted to do just that. And not to his face.

Two more light, comparatively, strikes across his face and you are done.

He cowers when you move to sit in his lap.

His cock is still hard, and you wonder if it is Jedi reflexes making it so, or if the man is actually turned on being whipped by a woman.

You are leaning a bit toward the latter.

You drop the leather handles and grip his cock. With one hand on his shoulder, you hold him tight and sink into his hips.

He slides into you easily and you can hear the hiss escape his tightly closed lips. His head jerks up and he watches you.

You begin to move your hips against his, driving him deeper.

Your hands move to his face. You caress the light marks you can see there and dip your head to lick at the red mark you made on his neck.

You lick it, suck it, then blow on it, while one hand cups the side of his face.

Your other is buried in his hair, tugging with each down stroke and releasing when you lift your hips off him.

You can feel his cock surge and throb inside of you and you smile against his neck.

You lift your head and stare into his eyes before you drop a light kiss onto his slightly parted lips.

You can feel his muscles tense, can feel his restraint as he tries to keep his hands at his sides.

"Hold me." You whisper and he needs no more encouragement before his hands are on your waist grinding your hips into his.

You lick his lips and they part for you, expecting a kiss. Instead, you lick his cheeks, kissing them before moving to his eyes.

They flutter closed and you brush your lips against his closed eyelids.

"I can give pleasure, and pain." You whisper.

Your lips move to his ear and bite down causing him to jerk in surprise.

He lifts your hips and drops you again, his cock impaling you.

It feels better than you should be allowing it to feel, and you stifle a groan into his neck.

You can feel your groin tighten and you know it won't be long before you come on his hard staff.

You sense he is approaching the edge as well and he grips your hips tighter. You're sure there will be bruises there tomorrow.

His head rolls onto the back of the chair and he groans loudly, hissing through tightly clenched teeth.

You grip his bearded face and tug, pulling him to look at you.

His eyes search yours and you scratch his beard with your nails as you would a cat's neck.

He purrs beneath the touch and you press your lips to his once more.

When you pull away, it is reluctantly, his eyes holding you captive within their azure depths.

You blink and arch your hips into his once more exacting a moan from those beautiful lips.

"I will watch you as you watch me." You grunt. The backs of your hands slide down his cheeks and back again.

He takes the initiative and grips your head in his hands. He presses his lips roughly to yours, sliding his tongue within the moist cavern of your mouth, making your head swim.

You struggle with the conflicting emotions. You shouldn't be enjoying this so much.

Your hips slam into his as you ride him to a long, fulfilling climax.

Your cries are muffled by his mouth as you collapse onto his broad chest.

His hands move to your hips after a few moments and lift you as if you were a feather. He drops you again and again, until you see the pleading desire in his eyes.

You find strength in your legs to assist him and slide a hand between your bodies, squeezing him with your hands even as your cunt begins to milk the hot liquid from his throbbing cock.

Your lips meet his and he bites down, drawing blood. The taste intoxicates him and one thrust is all that is needed before you feel his hot seed spurt into you. You continue to rise and fall on his hips, driving the steaming liquid deeper.

He collapses, boneless, into the chair, and you smile down at him, hands on his chest to keep yourself steady.

"That was pleasure," You whisper.

He doesn't acknowledge your remark and you frown.

You slide off him, the warmth suddenly surrounding his cock gone and he lifts his head to look at you.

Standing over him, your body dripping with his seed, you grin.

You bend over to retrieve the leather handles you had dropped.

You slap your hand with the end and smile.

"Now you will know pain."

Chapter 5

His eyes flash and you his expression changes from a pleasured state to one of unknown fear.

"Stand"

He does. Slowly.

You take another, long piece of leather and smile sideways at him.

"Bow."

He doesn’t move.

"You Jedi are used to bowing as a form of respect. I demand you show that respect now."

He takes a deep breath weighing the consequences of the decision.

He stares you in the eyes and complies, bowing deeply at the waist.

You smile and reach forward to fasten the leather strap around his neck. It clicks shut and you see him wince.

You replace the leather clothing that you had shed hours before and tug the chain.

"Come now, we have an appointment."

You begin to walk until the strap you hold pulls taut.

He hasn’t moved.

"Don’t make me repeat myself." You warn.

You begin to walk again and this time he follows.

He stands tall and straight as you walk down the hallway, his limp member weighing heavily between his legs.

Two woman pass you, nodding politely and then stop to look at your guest.

You cast a sideways glance at the Jedi.

He is not looking at them.

He is looking at you.

"Hmm, this one is niiiicceeee," The red head woman, clad in a loose fitting silk dress cooed.

"Yes," The brunette sighed, her gaze running the length of his body, stopping at his cock. "Quite an impressive specimen."

You watch his reaction as the two woman move touch him.

One slides her hands over his stomach and down to his cock, squeezing gently.

No point in wasting time.

She is rewarded with an involuntary twitch of the muscle.

The other reaches up to twist his nipples, her fingers tightening against the flesh, hardening them instantly.

He remains still as a statue until you reach down and fasten the ring over his cock and tighten it.

His body jerks when you activate the ring and his cock rises to the stimulation.

You stare at the Jedi, his body is permanently wracked with slight tremors now, and you lean forward to press a soft kiss to each one of his nipples.

The two women swoon, their eyes wandering over his body.

He stares at you, unwilling to watch the woman appraise him.

"Client?" One of them asks.

"Punishment." You answer.

The two women’s eyes widen and they grin knowingly. "Ohhh."

One reaches down and cups his lengthening cock. "May I?"

"A moment," You answer, watching the woman drop to her knees and lavish the tip with soft kisses.

He is almost fully erect again, elating the red head kneeling at his feet.

"Enough." You say after two minutes. You turn to the red head’s companion. "A taste?"

Her bright eyes widen and she kneels and grips his cock with a firm hand. She strokes it hard before swallowing it whole.

You see the Jedi sway on his feet and order the young woman to stop.

She sighs in disappointment.

They wander away, casting looks over their shoulders while chattering incessantly about their desert.

"Come now, its dinner time." You smirk and tug the chain to pull him along..

"You provided them with a wonderful after dinner snack."

Silence.

"Speak once is a while, Jinn. You have a beautiful voice."

"What would you have me say?" The tone was emotionless as he stares at you.

"I want to hear you moan in pleasure, I want you to cry out when it feels good, I want you to scream when it hurts!"

As a demonstration, you raise the whip and crack it along his flank.

All you receive for your efforts is a muffled groan.

"This will not do."

You tug on the chain firmly secured around his neck causing him to cough.

He follows you into another very deeply colored room. It is very masculine with its dark greens and dark imported wood.

He scans the room with a practiced eye. Something in your gut tells you that he is used to being in rooms filled with strangers.

You lean toward him when you see what you can only describe as fright flash across his eyes.

"Don't worry. You won't be recognized."

You flatten your hand on his backside and walk around him, brushing his flesh with the pads of your fingers.

You can feel him shiver. A mixture of genuinely being cold and desire, you guess.

Several employees cast curious glances at the new arrivals and you smile prettily.

"Nice catch." One coos.

"Where did you find 'this' masculine mountain," another, this time a man, appraises the Jedi Master and brushes his fingertips over his hard nipples.

His hands travel lower and you notice Jinn look away. The walls have become something of interest for the Jedi Master.

You could see Jinn tremble as the man's hand cupped his balls and began a slow leisurely caress, along the semi-hard length of his cock.

After a few moments, you grip the man's wrist and tug it away. "Sorry, he's mine for the night."

"Willingly?" He asks.

You chuckle and reach a hand up to stroke your prisoner's bearded cheek. You turn his head to face you and brush his lips with your thumb.

"Of course not."

"Pity." The man frowns. "I'd have asked to borrow him for a few hours."

The Jedi Master stared at the man, his face an emotionless mask.

"I did get the feeling he was here against his will."

"Oh very much so." You smile and trail that hand over his cheek and down the muscular planes of his chest.

When your hand grips his straining cock, you give it an appreciative tug.

"Yes, he's had no fun here at all this evening."

You can see a blush beginning to stain his cheeks and lean forward to press a kiss to his tightly closed lips.

"Come now, its time for dinner."

You turn to the male, and several women now, who are each touching your 'client' in one way or another.

You lead him to a vacant table and order him to sit. He complies quickly, and you realize that he is happy to be out from under such scrutinizing gazes.

Food is brought to you quickly, a platter filled with fresh fruits from all over the galaxy. You take a small piece and reach towards his mouth.

He remains unmoving, his mouth shut tightly.

You rub the fruit across his lips, causing its sweet juices to drip down his beard.

"Open, now." You hiss for his ears only and you are pleased when he obeys.

Maybe he is learning.

You lean over and lick the stray droplets of juice from his skin. He inhales deeply as your tongue passes over his lips and down over his beard.

"Excite you?" You ask, clawing your fingers through his facial hair once again, scratching lightly.

"Macava fruit." His deep tenor sends shivers down your spine. "One of the sweetest fruits known to the galaxy."

"Yes, it is." You smile and feed him another piece which he takes quickly between his lips. "I have it imported at great expense."

He nods and slowly curls his fingers around a piece of the sweet fruit. You open your lips as he brings it to your mouth.

The juice drips down his long fingers and your tongue darts out to lick a droplet cascading down his arm.

You take his hand and run your tongue along his sticky fingers.

You lift your legs over his hips and shift closer to him, your attention completely devoted to cleaning his fingers.

Your drinks arrive and you reach for the crystal goblet.

Drawing it to your lips, you drink the iced liquid slowly, savoring every bit.

He watches you closely, as if you two are the only ones in the room., and you lift the goblet to his lips.

Tipping it lightly, you watch his reaction as the liquid burns its way down his throat.

You chuckle when he coughs, obviously unused to such a high concentration of alcohol in such a comparatively small glass.

"Laithlalim," You smile when his eyes clear. "One of the most exotic, sweet drinks served on the core worlds."

You take another sip as he watches you. "Don't tell me you've never been privy to its taste?"

"I tend to stay away from alcohol." He admits rather quickly.

"Of course. A drunk Jedi is not something your Council would approve of in diplomatic situations."

You lift the goblet to his lips and urging him to take another sip.

He shakes his head and your eyes harden.

"I thought we were making progress. You do what I want you to do regardless of your own personal codes."

He sighs.

"You must be used to breaking rules by now, breaking your personal ones shouldn't be difficult."

You tip the goblet once more and this time he allows the liquid to flow between his lips. You can see the strain to keep from coughing and you are proud when he swallows every drop.

Another platter full of meets and vegetables is set in front of you and you turn to place a bit of each on his plate.

"Eat up. It will be your only meal for the duration of your stay."

You see his eyes move toward the chrono on the wall. "You have 3 hours."

You chuckle. "Keeping track, I see. Don't worry, I'll make these next three hours some of the best, and worst, you've had in your life."

You can tell he is holding back a comment.

"Don't hold anything back on my account. My plans for you will not change regardless of what you say."

You take his cock in your hand and run your fist down its length. The ring is keeping him plenty hard and you smile.

'I can hardly wait," He grits between clenched teeth.

Chapter 6

Dinner concludes without much effort, other than the occasional glance in your direction.

Your glasses have been refilled many times but you have no problem holding your liquor. Your companion, however, is struggling to remain awake.

His skin is flushed and there is a slight sheen of sweat covering his body.

You lean over and lick his cheek before sliding your lips over his.

They part for your tongue and soon you taste the lingering remnants of the honeyed meal you had just finished. From his lips, the taste is more intoxicating.

You can feel the heat rising in his body, and the evidence of his arousal standing proud between his legs.

"Close your eyes."

He stares at you for a moment before complying.

"If you open them, they will be covered."

He nods.

"Stand."

You guide him into a standing position and walk towards a large, untouched table. There was nothing atop it save for the dark tablecovering.

A server brings refills of the exotic drink and sets it to the side.

"Sit. You may open your eyes to do so."

The blue orbs narrow when he realizes you want him to sit on the table.

"Now."

Muscles flex and bunch as he lifts himself onto the table edge.

"Lay back."

He hesitates.

You sigh. He will learn to obey on the first command even if you have to send him back to the Council bruised and battered.

You pull the leather handle out of your belt and slam it hard against his upper thighs.

His eyes flash momentarily and he lays back, his legs dangling off the thick wood.

You pull a soft strap of leather out of your cleavage and wrap it around his eyes.

You can feel him stiffen as his sight is taken away for the second time that evening.

You take a long leisurely sip of the sweet liquid and then lean forward to share it with your him.

He opens his mouth to receive your kiss and licks your lips when some of the burning liquid spills into his mouth.

His body is on fire now, you can feel the heat radiating off his skin. You'd fed a man who rarely drinks, much more alcohol than he should have had.

You suck an iced cube between your lips and lower your mouth to lick at his neck.

His body shivers as the cold cube makes contact with his skin.

You grip a cube with your nails and swirl it around his nipples and down the planes of his flat, muscled chest.

You lean forward and suck the liquid from each nipple, delicately licking and sucking until the urge to bite down is too hard to resist.

You bite hard, causing his whole body to arch off the table in surprise.

You dip your fingers into the chilled drink and swirl them over the tip of his cock.

You lean over and lick it away, the bitter contrast of the sweet drink and the clear liquid that eaks from the tip, causes your head to swim. You resist swallowing his hard length. Instead you motion to others watching along the sides, inviting them to join you.

A small moan escapes his lips as a hot mouth envelops his cock, taking his length and drawing it out with slow, deliberate movements.

You crack the whip over his skin again and he groans in pain.

"I like a vocal man, Jinn. Tell me how it feels." You demand.

You bring the leather strap down across his nipples and he grunts, louder than the first time.

Again and again you crack the small whip and each time his groans of pain get louder.

His skin has taken on a deeper pinkish tint and you grin.

The woman between his legs hasn't ceased her adoration of his cock and you notice a man standing behind her, waiting his turn.

You bring the whip dangerously close to the woman's mouth, hitting him just above his cock, and she pulls away.

"I don't have all night. Next please."

The woman moves to his side and begins to lick and suck at the bruised peaks.

You smile as the man licks his lips and takes the rigid cock in a strong hand.

You procure two silk ties, wrap them around the Master's wrists and bring them down to his sides. You tie them to the table legs so that he will be unable to move.

His hips arch off the table as the man between his legs takes a deep breath and swallows the Jedi Master whole.

Your prisoner is moaning constantly now, craving release that would not be his until you removed the prohibiting ring from the base of his cock.

The man sucked and licked , his hand pumping the engorged muscle in a rhythm to his mouth.

You watch as the man licks his finger and dips it lower, probing.

The Jedi cries out as the finger drives home and you can feel a familiar warmth spread through your loins.

You can see his hands strain against the ties that bind him. If he pulls much harder there will be marks on his wrists.

You remove the blindfold and he blinks against the bright light.

He looks at you and then hesitantly down at the man pleasantly working between his legs.

His eyes widen and you watch the man struggle against the bonds that hold him. He looks at you, his eyes pleading.

"Not yet, " You bend over to brush your lips with his,

To your utter surprise, you find his lips quickly fasten to yours. He sucks your lower lip into his mouth devouring, licking, sucking.

You can feel him trying to get the image of the man between his legs out of his mind.

You pry your lips away and order a vid crew into the room.

His look of horror will stay with you for the rest of your life, you think.

You nod and the man holding the vid flips a switch.

He turns his head away and you frown.

"No, no, my dear. Smile for the camera." You grip his cheek and pull his head towards you.

He stares at you, and you almost relent. The horror in those bottomless blue eyes almost makes you feel sorry for him.

"Your Council will be happy to see this tape, I believe."

"No." He whispers and you stare down at him.

"Was that a command or a plea?" You ask as you reach down to pinch an erect nipple.

He closes his eyes tight and you look down to watch the man licking the tip of the Jedi's cock, sucking away the fluid that has gathered there.

"Enough." You command and the man stands immediately. You see him pull several fingers away from the Jedi's backside and you feel the muscles beneath your hands relax.

You reach out and grasp a small candelabra that another woman holds out to you.

The Jedi's eyes widen when you allow a few molten drops to fall across his nipples.

His back arches and he bites his lip as the liquid cools.

He shakes his head ever so slightly and you smirk.

You tip the metal holder again and create a steaming trail of molten liquid down to his navel. Breath hisses between his tightly clenched teeth as you admire the designs you've created along the hard planes of his chest and stomach.

You hear him groan and deftly grip his cock and give it a few firm strokes.

"Please," He mutters, his body shaking. "No."

Chapter 7

You flash him an amused grin. "No? You're definitely in no position to demand anything at this point in time."

You hold his cock firmly in one hand and drip the hot wax over the sensitive tip.

You can see his muscles constrict and an agonizing cry tears from his lips.

You cringe and think you may have gone too far.

No. His continued defiance warrants this treatment.

You'd make it up to him later.

His eyes slam shut and you can see the painful tears escape the corners to roll down beautifully tanned cheeks. They disappear into the closely cropped beard speckled with flakes of gray.

You move back to his head and bend to kiss the sensitive eyelids. They flutter a bit but remain closed.

He thinks you are going to pour the hot wax there.

"Relax," You whisper hotly into his ear and are pleased when you see him attempt to comply

His body is tense, muscles tightened in anticipation of more pain.

Instead, you take an un-melted iced cube and rub his lips with it, chilling them.

You bend over and kiss the cool lips, sucking the top one into your mouth. Your tongue probes for entrance and he grants it.

Your fingers rub the now dried wax from his nipples and you run the ice over them once again, cooling them from the wax induced fire.

Your lips follow the path your fingers designate and you circle each nipple with your tongue, drawing them into your mouth and sucking deeply.

You use one hand to peal away the dried wax as you blow on his nipples before your lips trail down his chest to his stomach. This time, the ice follows your lips, leaving a cold trail down the center of his body.

When you reach his cock, it is still very hard and rigid.

It must be quite painful to remain hard for so long with no release. You rub the ice over the head and he sighs.

His eyes are still closed but you see his body relax even further into your touch.

By this time, the ice has melted and you look around for more.

One hand softly strokes the vibrating muscle while your eyes settle over the candelabra once more.

His hips move to the rhythm of your hand and you almost feel sorry about doing this to him again.

The feeling is momentary, however as you revel at the thought of hearing that beautiful baritone voice cry out in pain again.

You stroke him lightly, then harder until you see his eyes open to stare at you.

You grin and lift the candelabra over his cock.

You see the horrified look in his eyes as the hot liquid drips onto his considerable length.

Again he cries out and you are torn between enjoying his cries and feeling sorry that it has to be this way.

You continue dripping the wax along his sensitive inner thigh, ignoring the bucking of his hips in a futile attempt to alleviate some of the pain.

You look up and find that quite a crowd has gathered, some watching in amazement, others curiosity, still others in complete shock.

The men especially cringed at the sight.

You set the candelabra down and run your hands over the drying wax. It's almost hard now and you can see, when you wipe it away, the red marks it has made along the length of his.

You let the wax on his thighs dry and then you again rub it off and cool it with an cube of ice.

You carefully avoid his cock when you bend over to lick his thighs.

After a few minutes, you can see his hips straining for any contact with your mouth.

You give it to him and feel his body relax a bit. You swallow his cock again, taking him a bit at a time.

You throat muscles relax and swallow most of his impressive length. You pump the length of it with your hands and mouth and alternate by licking your way up and over the swelled head.

You release him and move around the table. You untie his wrists, already bruised from pulling at the restraints, and massage each one with your lips. You kiss the pulse point and lick around the bruised skin.

He stares at you, and you decide to give him one reprieve.

You bend over and whisper into his ear.

"One reprieve and only one. You may remove the ring and allow your release or you may fuck me in any way you wish to achieve that release."

"Choose wisely." You whisper.

His eyes lock with yours and he sits up quickly.

He grips your arms and you smile when his fingers rip the fastenings of the leather bodice and discard it quickly.

Those watching take a step back as the freed man works quickly.

He strips your leggings down and places you on the edge of the table. He rips them off your feet and you lean back on your forearms watching through lidded eyes.

You are surprised when he does not remove the ring keeping his cock from its release.

He roughly spreads your legs and places his palms flat against your thighs.

Tremors race through your body as you wait to see what he will do with these few moments of freedom. You are his to command until his release.

His hands slide up your thigh and immediately each index finger plunges into you.

You are so wet, you barely feel the digits.

You arch your hips, the angle a new one for you.

His thumbs begin to massage your folds, one settling over your clit rubbing lightly.

You see him shaking with restraint and you know his legendary Jedi strength is crumbling around him once again.

Before you have the chance to enjoy his touch, his hands move away leaving you arching your hips for more.

He grips your waist and slides you down the table onto his waiting cock.

He groans loudly as your tightness surrounds him.

He doesn't give your body the chance to widen for his size before he begins to slam into you with the ferocity of an angry Lir Cat.

Your whole body shakes as his hips slam into yours again and again. Even the strong, thick table begins to move with each of his powerful thrusts.

You whimper as he hits pleasure spots deep within you.

A thin sheen of sweat covers his body but his pace continues. He knows release is denied him until he removes the ring. He is simply punishing you now, driving into you with such force maybe hoping that you may break in two.

"Harder big boy." You grunt, your eyes locking with his. "Is that the best you can do."

You hear him grunt in response.

After a few more minutes of the continuous pumping, you taunt him some more.

"I want to feel it. Take it off." Your eyes stare down your flat stomach where he is plunging continuously. "Take it off so you can come. Can you get it as deep as your cock?"

His eyes follow your own and you feel him withdraw from your wetness.

He fumbles with the fastening for a moment. His hands are shaking with whatever restraint he has forced on himself. You slide off the table and kneel at his feet. You remove the ring easily and he exhales as a familiar tightness fills his loins..

Clear fluid drips from his cock now in a steady stream and you brush your fingers across it and bring them to your mouth.

You thoroughly lick them clean while he watches, your eyes locking onto his.

Then he lifts you again and turns you around. He pushes your arms onto the table and grips your hips, roughly spreading them as wide as he can.

He slams into you with no warning, his cock filling you, pushing against a sensitive spot deep within.

He leans back, holding your hips as his only support.

You grip the edge of the table to keep him from being pulled off.

You can feel his cock pulse within you and you notice his breath coming in huge gasps.

It won't be long now. You arch your hips against him, driving him deeper still and he groans.

"Good enough?" He grunts into your back.

The pounding of his hips drive you forward into the table and he cries out as you feel the first waves of his release slam into him.

His hips continue to pump away, emptying his long-awaited release deep inside you.

You feel the warmth spread through you as his hips slow and finally stop.

He leans over you, his energy spent.

His weight feels good and you allow him the luxury of rest for a few minutes.

You feel his limp cock slide out of you moments later and you push him away.

You stand and reach for a loose-fitting shift that a fellow employee holds out to you.

You pull it over your head, feeling his seed run down your legs, and you grip the chain still attached to his neck.

You smile at the vid operator and cast an appreciative wink in his direction.

"Follow me."

He obeys immediately and you attribute it to his exhaustion.

You lead him into a room filled with a large bathing pool and steam rooms.

At his curious glance, you smile and cup his cheek in your hand.

"I don't want to send you back to the Jedi Council smelling like sex and cum."

"Into the bath," You command and he steps into the warm water with a heavy sigh. You reach down and unfasten the chain.

"Wash, you have twenty minutes."

Chapter 8

You return with fresh towels to find him leaning back against the edge of the bathing pool, eyes closed.

If you didn't know better, you'd think he was meditating.

He'd better not be meditating.

You grip the handle of the small lash you had conveniently remembered to bring and kneel beside him.

The leather makes a sick snapping sound as it connects with the side of his face.

He launches himself from the pool with a steaming look.

"Did I or did I not say there was to be no use of the Force here?" You hiss.

He stares, open hostility plainly visible in the azure gaze.

You pull yourself up to your full height and return the look. "I dare you Jedi."

He stands there and does nothing. There is nothing he can do. He is here on the orders of the Council.

You walk to the sauna and pull open the door.

"Get in."

He walks straight in and sits down, staring at you.

You close the door and illuminate the room even further.

"Against the wall," You point in the direction you wish him to go with the leather handle.

He stands and turns, and stops.

Arm and leg restraints adorn the walls like a picture frame and he stares at them for a long while.

………Until the lash strikes him painfully across the backside.

"Back against the wall. Now." You order.

He leans against the wall with a heavy sigh.

"Not too much longer, Master Jedi," You smile as you lock his ankles and wrists into the shackles and step back to admire the beautiful body displayed before you.

He is still quite limp but you can see the promise of a raging hard on to come.

"I have one hour left and I plan to use that time to the fullest." You set the leather handle on one of the long benches that surround the room and pull the very see through shift over you head.

You discard it and retrieve the whip.

The sweat covering your body gleams in the artificial light and his eyes are glued to your approaching form.

You smile and reach for him. You cup his cheek and lean in to press a light kiss along his collarbone. Your lips slide down his chest and stop at a flat nipple.

You squeeze and tease it into hardness and then proceed to do the same to the other one.

He stands completely still, his eyes watching your every movement.

You slide down his body, your lips licking a trail through the perspiration the mist created along the hard planes of his chest.

Your hands and lips reach his cock at the same time and you begin to tease the dark curls with your nails.

You feel his sharp intake of breath when you lift his cock and place a long, deep kiss to his sac.

You ignore his cock and begin to suck and lick at his the skin.

Soon , his hips are arching into your mouth and you can see clear droplets of fluid gathering at the end of the hardening shaft.

"You Jedi have one hell of a recovery time." You chuckle and he smiles.

"At my age this is no easy task." He breathes, resigning himself to your whims for the next hour.

You laugh and swallow his leaking tip, licking and sucking the beads of liquid that were gathered there.

"What do you want, Jedi?" You ask.

You wonder what the answer will be after this very memorable evening.

"I am yours for the next hour. After that, I want to leave." He says coldly and you grin.

"No, what do you want now?"

"To be let go."

"No. Another choice?"

Silence.

You stand and lean forward, your lips brushing his. "Tell me your deepest, darkest desires and I will fulfill them."

"No."

You cackle, your laughter echoing off the tiled walls.

"You have none or you won't tell me?" You ask, genuinely curious as to what the answer will be.

You watch his eyes travel along the length of your body and you smile.

"What do you want to do to this body, Jinn?"

He sets his jaw and looks at the wall.

You stand and favor him with the same once-over.

You lean toward him and trail feather light kisses along his jaw, biting and nipping at his beard. Your hand slides down his flat stomach and into the curls at the base of his cock.

"Hard already?" You whisper into his ear before biting the lobe.

He shifts as much as the chains holding him will allow and hisses. "Bend over."

Your eyes brighten and you do as he asks, bracing yourself on your hands as they touch the floor.

"What do you want next, Jinn?" You ask.

"I doubt you want to look at my ass for the next forty-five minutes."

You slide back, until his cock presses against your flank.

"Is this what you want?"

You reach back and grasp him tightly.

You spread your legs wider and hold him steady as you sink onto his rigid staff.

His stiff cock slides easily into your wetness.

You hear him groan and feel him arch his hips into your backside.

You return your other hand to the floor and push back against his hips, riding him.

The angle is awkward but your long legs afford you the ability to reach his cock with relative ease.

"Release me," he hisses through clenched teeth and you pull away.

His cock slides out of you and you shudder at the empty feeling.

"Whatever you wish." You unfasten the bonds keeping him chained to the wall and drop the key.

Before you can resume the position, he turns you around and pushes you against the wall.

Your hands catch your body and prevent it from slamming painfully into the hard tile.

You see him ready himself and you bend over moments before his hard, thick cock slams into you.

His pace is quick and rough from the start and you moan with each powerful thrust.

"No delay this time," He grunts. "No restraint."

Each word is punctuated with a harsh grunt as he slams his hips into your backside.

Your cunt is hot and dripping, ready for him. Lucky too since his size would hurt any woman not completely prepared for his entry.

His fingers dig into your sides, pulling you hard against his pumping cock. His release is quick this time and you can feel him shudder behind you.

You pull away as his cock surges and the hot liquid begins to spurt from the tiny slit at the tip.

You kneel quickly and take the bursting cock in your mouth. You suck rapidly, swallowing the ejaculate as it spills into your mouth.

Your tongue works his shaft as he grips your head and shoves it between his legs. His hips pump into your mouth and you swallow convulsively, taking it all.

When he collapses against the wall, your tongue swirls around the head, licking any remaining drops away.

You stand, licking your lips, your hand brushing away the drops that spilled onto your cheek.

Your fingers wrap around his neck and you pull his lips to yours for a deep kiss. Your tongue invades his mouth, sharing the tangy taste of his own juices.

You pull away and walk toward the door, picking up your discarded items along the way.

He follows you, his legs still shaky and you hold open the door for him.

As he passes, you slam the leather into his backside and he whirls, shock plainly registered across his handsome features.

"Your last one for the evening."

"For my life." He hisses and walks back toward the room where he had dropped his clothing eight hours before.

******

The door hisses open and a very tired and battered Qui-Gon Jinn stepps inside. Relief registers across his features as he collapses into an oversized chair and exhales a long, deep breath.

A very sleepy, uneasy Padawan stumbles into the main room upon hearing the door open.

"Padawan?" Qui-Gon questions with a slight raise of his eyebrow.

"Master," The young boy croaks.

Was the boy blushing?

"What is it, Padawan?" Qui-Gon’s voice was firm but he tucks his arms inside his cloak so Obi-Wan will not notice his shaking hands.

He hoped the fifteen year old by had erected his shields before going to bed.

"I taught him well.’ Qui-Gon thought. "Shields are necessary for all kinds of situations, not just….’

"I couldn’t sleep." Obi-Wan would not meet his Master's eyes, another indication that the boy knew what had happened

"The Council has thoroughly dispensed their punishment for my apparent failure to follow their explicit directives on our last mission." Qui-Gon tried to sound as diplomatic as possible but was failing miserably. "You would do well to put any feelings on this matter behind us."

‘So would I,’ He thought miserably.

"Yes, Master." The boy turns and Qui-Gon sighs.

He needed to answer the boy’s questions if he had any. He couldn’t let this get by no matter how badly he wanted to just forget the experience.

Or did he?

Qui-Gon shook his head stared at his apprentice. "Come here Obi-Wan. Tell me what's bothering you."

"I – I don’t really know what – to – say," Obi-Wan still was not looking at his Master and Qui-Gon felt his stomach plummet into his toes.

"You are uncomfortable Padawan. Why?"

"I – I could feel…"

"Feel what?" Qui-Gon was practically shaking with nervousness.

"I felt anger, hatred, disgust, passion, desire, lust," As the boy rattled off the words, Qui-Gon winced.

"All flowing along our bond." Obi-Wan lifted his eyes to his Master. "What happened tonight? What did they do to you?"

Qui-Gon sighs. "I learned a very valuable lesson tonight Obi-Wan. A lesson I will one day explain to you."

Obi-Wan nodded and Qui-Gon was relieved that the boy did not press for more answers.

"To bed Obi-Wan, we will discuss this later."

"Yes Master." Obi-Wan turns toward his bedroom and stops.

Qui-Gon regarded him with a curious glance.

"Yes, Padawan?"

"It’s good to have you back, Master."

Qui-Gon smiles, "Thank you Obi-Wan."

A large, callused hand rubs tired eyes as Qui-Gon forces his body to relax against the cushions.

He tries to clear his mind but the events of the last several hours would not go so easily.

One thought permeates his troubled mind and repeats over and over.

Silence