All Tied Up
All Tied Up
Title: All Tied Up
Author: Acaciah S
email: acaciah@acaciahsrealm.com
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Anakin Skywalker, Acaciah Skywalker
Category: Romance, alt. universe
Disclaimer: All familiar characters & places belong to Uncle George, the Great Flannelled One, all rights reserved to him. All unfamiliar characters & places belong to me, with respective rights to myself. No profits made from any of Uncle George's characters, just some fun!
Genre: Star Wars Prequels, alt. universe
Summary: Anakin’s tied down, and Acaciah’s up for fun!
“Would you do anything I asked, darling?” Acaciah asked Anakin mischievously.
Anakin raised an eyebrow. “Who do you want me to kill?” he asked warily.
She laughed. “No one, silly! I do want you to close your eyes though,” she slid behind him and drew a silken black handkerchief across his eyes, and tied it shut.
“Uhh,” Anakin’s hands slid behind him to Acaciah’s waist. “What is this about?”
“Trust me, Anakin,” she purred, unsnapping his belt loose and divesting him of his tunics and pants; she nudged him gently toward their bedroom.
Anakin gri as as he realized where she was leading him. “What can’t I watch?” he inquired mischievously.
“I have something for you I think you’ll like, darling,” she replied smoothly, pushing him onto their bed. “Give me your wrists.”
“You’re tying me up?”
“Are cuffs alright with you, dear?” she inquired as clicked them into place.
Acaciah straddled Anakin’s hips and admired her husband’s long, lithe frame. She leaned forward and kissed him tenderly, breathing his familiar scent; Anakin squirmed beneath her, unused to not being able to touch back. Acaciah traced the ridged lines of his muscled chest, his bronzed skin smooth beneath her fingers. “I love you, Anakin,” she declared, laving at taut bud of his nipple, her fingers trailing down beneath his navel. “But patience is not one of your virtues!” she teased, letting her fingertips graze the tip of his hardened member.
“No,” Anakin agreed, testing his bonds.
“Oh no, my love, or I’ll stop now,” Acaciah threatened; he bit his lip and stilled for the moment. She grinned and returned to her worshipful ministrations. Her tongue snaked out over the tip of manhood, sampling the pearl that glistened on it before spiraling downward. She cupped the sacs beneath, her fingertip finding his hot spot to push him into deeper bliss.
“Acaciah!” he moaned her name in pleasure. She grinned wickedly and let her lips encircle him, traveling a little further down his shaft with each bob of her head. His thighs tensed, his pleasure growing; he wanted to meet her thrust for thrust and he was nearing his breaking point.
Acaciah paused and looked up at her handiwork; Anakin’s lithe frame was tensed, his hips arching upward. She tilted her head and let her silken ruby curls graze against his straining sex. He shuddered and growled, “Acaciah, if you don’t finish what you started I will!”
“I’m counting on it, darling,” she purred. She took him in her mouth again and traveled down his length lazily, careless of the urgency of his need. He thrashed against, moaning, longing to bury himself inside Acaciah.
“I know what you want, Anakin,” she teased him gently, sliding up to meet his lips with her own. She slid down on his rigid shaft, relishing his groan of need. She eased up and down on him, letting her nipples graze against his chest. Anakin gave a ragged moan and reached for her with the Force, bringing her hips down on his hard. She gasped in delight, arching her back. *Set me free, love, you know you want to* his voice purred into her mind.
“Ooh,” she sighed blissfully as she rocked atop him; she traced his lips with her fingertips and Anakin caught them, nipping them hungrily. Force tendrils snaked up her thighs and swirled over her taut nipples, phantom fingers teasing her where Anakin’s hands could not yet. She tightened on his manhood, sweet ripples of ecstasy coursing through her; she was oblivious to the soft click of the cuffs’ locks. Heated breath grazed her cheek and Acaciah’s emerald eyes snapped open, into Anakin’s hungry cobalt gaze. “Hello deashe she managed before he pounced on her, limbs tangling together as he flattened her onto their bed. His aching desire rubbed deliciously against her sweet spot; Acaciah’s throaty cries of delight urged him deeper, deeper inside her, drawing Anakin toward the crest of his own bliss as she contracted around him tightly.
“That’s two!” Anakin counted, grinning at her. He shifted and tossed her legs over his shoulders to channel into her more deeply; Acaciah twisted and thrashed as his manhood stroked against her pleasure center relentlessly, sending fiery bliss throughout her core. “Anakin!” she moaned, writhing helplessly as he pounded her into another peak. He held up three fingers, counting her pleasure; Acaciah lapped at them delicately. His eyes narrowed, recalling how badly she’d teased him earlier. “Turnabout is fair play, love,” he reminded her; his eyes held an impish gleam. He ground his hips into her slowly, crooking his thumb into the juncture of their bodies to tease her swollen bud. Acaciah gave a guttural moan, her hips bucking in rebellion; Anakin gave a knowing smile. He moved inside her just enough to keep her on the edge of ecstasy, but not enough to give her release.
“Oh, god, Anakin please!” she implored him. He smiled, victorious, and gave into his own desire, plunging into her ferociously. Their bodies surged toward blissful summit, exalting each other’s names; they tumbled together satiated, Anakin beaming at her.
“You fuck like a god,” Acaciah declared.
“Then you must be my goddess,” he replied, and planted soft kisses on her sweaty brow.
“I should tie you up more often,” she offered. “You don’t normally let me play with you that much.”
Anakin raised an eyebrow. “Careful what you wish for; one night you’ll wake up and be helpless to stop me having my way with you!”
Acaciah rolled her eyes. “Really, dear? How often do I put “no” and “Anakin” together in a sentence anyway?”
“I’d rather hear yes, yes, YES instead,” he answered, settling beside her and cuddling together; as they drifted off Anakin felt something cool and metallic brush against his forehead. He opened one eye lazily and scooped thfendfending item into a safe place inside his nightstand for later use.
Fin