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Binding Trust	By : EmperorPalpaTim Category: Star Wars (All) > General Views: 7724 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Binding Trust

Disclaimer: George owns it all. I'm just playing with his action figures. (And putting them in compromising positions.)

Entangling a red-gold mass of hair tightly between his
fingers, Luke cradled Mara�s head in the palm of his hand and pushed her mouth
to his. His tongue brushed hers gently
as his released her hair and slid his hand down her back, then up to her
shoulders as she reclined on the bed.
His palms slid down her arms as he brought his body to bear against
hers. He clutched her wrists, and forced them down against the suite�s plush
bedding. Instinctively, she fought to
free her arms, but his grip was too tight.
He brought his shoulders up and shifted his weight so she would remain
pinned against the mattress.

He brought his lips close to her ear; his hot breath brought
a shudder to the tender flesh of her earlobe as he whispered to her. �You�ve allowed yourself to be in control for
far too long, Mara,� he spoke soothingly yet commanding. Daybreak broke through the window blinds,
casting bands of warming sunlight across the flesh of her breasts. The musky
smell of making love still radiated from him. �Let yourself go. Relinquish yourself to me.�

Control- It had always been about control for Mara Jade� now
Mara Jade Skywalker. She had fought so
hard for so long to stay in control of every aspect of her life, both
monumental and inconsequential. She preferred to establish control with any
situation, whether it was in battle or in bed, and found that sometimes lovers
were no different than enemies when it came to a fight for power- especially
when sexual control was a point of contention. Now, here in this rented
honeymoon suite on the resort planet of Chandra-Kai, the person she trusted
most in the universe had asked her to give up something that she considered as
precious as breathing.

She clenched her eyes shut and considered the ramifications
of granting her husband�s request, but, despite any argument her psyche
offered, she could find no reason not to give in to Luke. Despite her natural reluctance, she was
prepared to lay herself as emotionally naked before him as she was physically
naked. She turned her face to his and
kissed him. Pulling her mouth from his,
she looked into his eyes and slowly nodded and affirmation.

Intensity flared in Luke�s eyes that Mara had seen only when
he was in battle. With the grace of a
feral animal, he moved forward and straddled her chest, his inner thighs
resting against her breasts, his knees suppressing her arms. From behind the headboard of the bed he
produced a handful of velveteen black straps.
At the end of each strap was a buckled cuff lined with downy
padding. Hoisting the tangled mass of
strapping over her chest, he allowed the loose ends to drape down and brush her
breasts. She bit her lip as the nap of
the fabric bristled against her, restraining a moan as he dragged them across
her attentive nipples with an exquisite lackadaisical pace. He leaned down and caressed the soft, tender
curve where her neck met her shoulder with his soft lips before sliding his
tongue down to repeat the pleasure she had received from the velveteen
softness.

He brought his mouth to hers again in a long, slow kiss as
he secured the first cuff to her left wrist.
She felt the down within compress around her wrist like a luxurious
grasp. The same sensation enveloped her
right wrist, followed by her ankles.
Grasping the arm straps firmly, he rose up on his knees and leaned
forward to secure them to the bedposts, his excited flesh hovering just out her
tongue�s reach as he spread her bound arms.
Again his lips found hers as he slid his sweat-misted body on top of
her. His kisses stole their way from her
mouth to the tender junction of her neck and shoulders, firmly yet tenderly
awakening her flesh to the point of sensational overload. He lingered down her body with the measured,
prodigious precedence of an experienced lover, bringing the tip of his tongue
lightly to her wanting flesh with each kiss, covering her chest, then breasts,
then stomach with a barrage of carefully-placed hot breaths.

Luke paused when his chin brushed the soft mound of reddish
hair between her legs. The tip of his
tongue traced down barely micrometers above her anticipating sex, brushing the
curled tips of her pubic hair before shifting over to her inner thigh. She exhaled in elated frustration as his
kisses moved down the inside of both thighs as he slid to the foot of the
bed. He rose to his feet and grasped her
cuffed ankles, sliding her body towards him as far as her bound arms would
allow. The bindings tightened as he secured
them to the foot of the bed, spreading her legs wide.

Light kisses moved from her ankles to her inner thighs. Her wet sex begged for what the rest of her
flesh was being treated to, only to receive a slight brush from the stiff tip
of his tongue as he moved forward.

He lay on top of her.
She fought to urge to grind her hips against the immense, firm erection
that pressed against her.

�So, what now, Master Skywalker?�
Mara said with a coy smile.

�Oh, this is only the beginning,� Luke replied, and produced
a blindfold from underneath his pillow.

�I don�t remember this in the Jedi training exercises,� she
laughed as he slid it over her eyes. �Don�t
we usually do this routine in a helmet with its blast shield down?�

�That�s not the exercise I had in mind, my love,� he
whispered.

He brought himself up on his knees between her straddled
legs. She heard what sounding like a
case unsnapping and felt several objects bounce on the bed.

�What was that?� She said with trepidation.

�Shhhh. Relax.
This is something I�ve wanted to do since you came to the Academy on Yavin.�

�Someone�s been a busy Jedi Ma��

Her words were interrupted with a gasp as the pulsating tip
of the pleasure wand met the slick flesh of her desire. She rocked her hips forward in hopes of bring
the tip to bear harder against her, but the restraints made doing so nearly
impossible. She briefly considered using
the Force to open the cuffs at her ankles to allow her to be pleasured as she
so desperately wanted, but chose to let Luke decide when she would be granted
such sweet release.

The tip began to pulse faster as he let it slide down to
rest between the folds of her womanhood.
Luke brought his free hand to rest on her pubic mound, using his fingers
to splay open her pink flesh to reveal the pearl inside. Sliding the tip of the wand to barely touch
the center of her desire, he allowed his fingers to slowly probe her
depths. His firmed his fingers against
the ridges inside of her excitement, allowing them to stroke the fleshy
striations slowly and deliberately while slightly tapping the vibrating tip of
the pleasure wand against her swollen nub.
The two-fold sensation gripped Mara with intensity as she strained
against the straps that held her in place.
She cried out in ecstasy as the first wave of orgasm washed over her
from that most secret place inside.

But Luke was not finished, as Mara found out as she felt
something part her petals and sink deep within her. With a slight hum, the object began to writhe
rhythmically, tantalizing her within as another part of it nestled against her
begging pebble without. She cried out as
Luke modulated the device just so to deny her that final, panting explosion of
pleasure.

�Please,� she begged.
�Oh, please, Luke. Please.�

But Luke was unforgiving in his erotic torment, drawing her
close to the precipice and then reeling her away just enough that she could
just see the boundary of her desire that lay just outside her reach. The instrument of her tortuous pleasure
brought her closer and closer to the breaking point of passion, but the
experienced hands of her husband kept her climax at bay.

Mara�s body tensed expectantly as the next wave of
sensuality threatened to crash upon the beach of her anticipated relief. Luke forced the device to move faster, her
hips raised up and down with primal instinct as the wave approached the
shore. But he diverted the wave, slowing
the frantic pace of the ebb, reducing it to nothing more than a tidal
ripple. Frustration wracked her every
sense as she was denied an expected supernova of carnal liberation.

But her frustration was only momentary as Luke withdrew the
device and replaced its mechanized vibrations with the softness of his
tongue. While the instrument of mechanical
pleasure may have been exhilarating, it was nothing compared to the dexterity
of Luke�s oral talents. He lapped her with the entirety of his tongue starting
with the back, then, upon approaching then end, flicking the tip up in a firm
curl to put a slight pressure against her hardened nub, and then softening it
as he traced her inner folds downward to repeat the motion again. He modified the process after several
minutes, sucking in her wet womanhood between his lips and rolling the pearl
gently between his tongue and the roof of his mouth. Again his technique
changed as he traced the entirely of the Aurebesh
alphabet slowly across her pink flesh, taking care to dot and cross the
appropriate consonants and vowels with amorous vigor.

She could stand no more.
�Harder. Please! Harder!� She pleaded.

Luke rewarded her request with intensified effort, nearly
exhausting his mouth and his oral repertoire.
She fought against her bindings as her excitement mounted. He flicked his tongue rapidly over her
expecting pebble, up and down, then from side to side until she reached the
event horizon of titillation. She
exploded under his lashings, grasping the straps with her hands as her hips
rose as high as the restraints would allow.

She was still reeling from the monumental typhoon that
flooded her every sense when he entered her with his turgid manhood. He drove himself inside her in a pattern of
shallow thrusts followed by the entirety of his erection. He filled her completely, the tip of his
tumid organ grinding against the ridges deep inside her. With each deep penetration she moaned harder
as the ridges became volcanoes that threatened to erupt. He brought his body down on her, allowing the
weight of his body to increase the force of each ecstatic strike as he held her
firmly against the warmth of his body.
His mouth met hers, their tongues dancing over each other with the unleashed
fury of animalistic lust that overtakes all lovers in the throws of
passion. He thrust deeper and harder,
bringing his face to her breasts, licking each erect nipple until she moaned
even louder. The ridges inside her
exploded as he erupted inside her. She screamed his name as he railed against
his climax, pulsing even harder until, completely spent, he could go no further. He collapsed on top of her, their
sweat-soaked bodies meeting with a torrid kiss in celebration of their
satisfaction.

�I love you.� He
whispered to her as he reached over and began to free her from her
bindings. Her exhausted limbs free, she
embraced him, her hands running along his muscular back and sculpted
buttocks.

�I love you.� She
replied breathlessly, squeezing him more tightly, never wanting to let him go.

Her energy completely consumed by their passion, she lay in
his embrace and smiled to herself. She
had been so hesitant to lose her control, but now she understood the deeper
lesson that lay within her husband�s actions.
She gave up her control to him, but with that loss she purchased an even
deeper understanding of what it meant to truly trust those whom she loved most,
and the rewards, both physical and emotional, that come with knowing that trust
is truly binding and incorruptible. With
that glimmer of newfound knowledge, she nuzzled deeper into his arms and drifted
off to sleep.
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