Title: Down and Dirty
* * * * * The street was silent and vacant as the General walked, the only illumination coming from a few old style street lamps that framed the street. He had been walking for nearly an hour, trying to clear his mind, when he felt a presence following him. He reached out with his senses, trying to pinpoint the presence and determine whether they were friend or foe. They hid themselves well; he couldn't get a read on them. He kept his attention in front of him, not wanting to give any sign that he detected any foul play. As he began to walk past what seemed to be a deserted alleyway, the sense of danger screamed through his mind. It was a split second too late as he felt something hard come into contact with the base of his skull, sending him into darkness. The first thing he was aware of was something light and soft tickling his chest. He struggled to contain laughter as the object found a sensitive spot. He gave a sleepy mumble of protest. His eyes snapped open, though, when he heard soft, female laughter. His eyes instantly focus on you as you lazily trail a feather up and down his bare chest. His eyes narrow, and his hands jerk towards you...only to find that they are chained above him onto a drainpipe. His chin tilts down to look you directly in the eyes and he growls. You laugh again. "Aww, what's the matter? Little kitty doesn't like being locked up?" You give him an innocent look, then prudently jump back out of reach as he tries to hook a leg around you. "Was there something in particular you wanted to see me about?" He rumbles in the recognizable baritone. You give him a coy smile and toy with the sash holding your robe shut. "No, not really." You look down at the floor and attempt to look innocent. "You've been gone for so long...I missed you. And then I heard you were back..." you bite your lip and peer up at him through lowered lashes. You know from experience that this deliberate come-hither look is one he cannot resist. You see his jaw clench beneath his beard, and his breathing grows heavier. You can't help the smile that grows on your face as you watch his arousal grow through his pants. He growls at you, and your grin grows wider. "By the Force!" He gasps. "When I get these handcuffs off..." his voice comes out in a growl. You laugh lightly. "Those are Force-resistant handcuffs, love. Getting out of them may prove difficult, even for you." You give him a smirk, and tug on the sash about your waist, slowly undoing it and letting the robe slide to the floor. His breath hisses out between his teeth as he sees the black lace teddy beneath your robe. You manage to suppress a groan as you watch his eyes trail over your body, taking in every detail. You tilt your head back and view him through half-closed eyes as you slide your hands down between your legs, rubbing yourself with the palm of your hand. His lips part, and he gasps as the handcuffs scrape against the metal as he frantically tries to free himself. You bite your lips to hold in a moan as your pleasure increases. When you abruptly stop, though, a hurt expression crosses his face, and he whimpers. His breathing is harsh and ragged as you slowly stalk towards him. Another groan spills from his lips as you press your body against him. You raise yourself up on your toes, careful to caress his body with yours, and capture his lips in a kiss. His response is instant; his mouth parts and his tongue invades your mouth as his kisses you, brutally and desperately. One strong, powerful leg rises and wraps itself around your waist, pinning you against him. Your knees go weak as his hips flex, rubbing his stiff organ frantically against you. You moan against his lips. With one hand on his shoulder, the other slides down to attempt to coax his leg off of you. He only growls and pins you tighter against him. You feel your mound beginning to throb as he flexes himself against you. This wasn't really the way you had planned this to go. You pull his bottom lip into your mouth to suck on, then bite it a moment later. Not hard, just enough to distract him. As he groans at your unexpected aggressiveness, you slip out of his hold, crouching slightly out of his reach and looking at him as if he were prey. You bend over to retrieve the dropped feather, taking care to give goo goo eyes a clear view of your behind. A groan sounds behind you as you slowly bend to the floor, then stand back up. You glance over your shoulder at him, giving a coy smile at his flushed face and heaving chest. You grin wickedly as you place the feather between your teeth. His eyes never leave you as your hands move to the clasp of his breeches. You watch his blush begin to spread over his body as you slowly undo his fly. You intentionally allow your hand to move down the length of his hardening cock as you slide his pants down. His breath comes in short gasps as you slowly caress his hard member with the feather. He closes his eyes and leans his head back. At last, he thrusts his hips at you in desperation. "Damnit, don't test my patience, woman!" You laugh lightly and drop the feather. He opens his eyes and gives you a look. You smile slightly. "What do we say?" At first he only growls at you. You smirk and put your hands on your hips, raising one eyebrow. Then he finally gasps out, "Please." You give a small smile of victory. "And what does my General want? This?" You extend one hand, rubbing his tip with a finger. He groans loudly, letting his head fall back again. You slowly extend your rubbing down his length, still only using one finger. You loose sight of the room around you for the moment, focusing only on his louder and louder moans, and his member, stained nearly purple with need. You don't notice his hands ball up into fists, or his arms trembling as they pull again on the restraints. At last, he gives a loud shout, and the pipe breaks, freeing his arms. He's off balance as he drops his arms around you, chain and all, and you both fall to the floor. There are no words, only the desperate need for release. He puts his hands on your hips and turns your back to him, while ripping off the teddy that is now in his way. You give a surprised shout and he slams himself inside of you, his hands moving up to tease your breasts. He drapes himself over your back and snarls in your ear as he thrusts into you. Your teeth snag your lip as you struggle to concentrate. You manage to take a deep breath, as a plan formulates in your mind of what you are about to do. You curl your back up, moving your butt away from him. He growls in protest, then yelps as you jerk yourself backwards, throwing him to the ground. You land on top on him, his cock still hot inside of you. You try to rest your head on his knees while you begin to pump his cock harder, riding him. He bellows beneath you, and you feel his hands grasp your hips so tightly it almost hurts as you frantically bounce up and down on top of him. His hands force you up and down faster and faster, driving you near mad with ecstasy. You begin to strategically tighten your muscles, forcing another bellow out of the General. You know his climax is approaching fast as his thrusts become more erratic. You grin and start to encourage him, when one hand suddenly leaves your hip and drifts down between your legs. You gasp and jerk as you feel long fingers tweak your clit. You give a cry and bust at the same time he does. You faintly hear him chanting, "yes, yes, yes," behind you as he pours his sweet fire into you. At last, you finish, and drop exhaustedly into the crook of his arm. His chest heaves next to you as he tries to regain his breath. You roll over on your side, place one hand on his chest and kiss his shoulder. He sighs and pulls you closer, kissing the top of your head as you snuggle into his shoulder. He gives a wicked chuckle above you as his arms tighten securely around you. You give him a suspicious glance. "What?" He gives an evil grin and leans down to kiss your forehead. "Your turn." The End
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