Title: Down and Dirty 2: Obi's Revenge
* * * * * You give a sigh and fidget nervously from your position on the bed. “Obi, I’m not so sure about this.” At your comment, he looks up from his position at the foot of the bed, tying your feet in place on opposite ends of the foot of the bed just as your hands are tied above you, all with strong silk ties. You had only just finished with a rather delicious plan that involved knocking him unconscious, chaining him to a drainpipe, and then play “tease the Jedi” to your heart’s content. He seemed to enjoy it immensely, even though you only managed one round before he freed himself from the Force-resistant handcuffs. And now, he told you (once you both caught your breath) it was your turn. His chivalry in making sure you were comfortable on the bed nearly made you melt where you lay. The culprit himself, though (now once more dressed in his all-black uniform; Force that man looks good in black leather) gives you a wicked grin and crawls up your body to engage you in a long, passionate kiss. “You had your fun with me,” he purrs when he finally releases you. “Now, it is my turn.” A shiver of anticipation runs down your spine at his words and tone. You close your eyes in bliss and moan softly as his mouth travels down your neck. He pauses first at the spot just behind your ear and suckles for a few long moments, before he travels the rest of the way down; always, of course, pausing to give special attention to the spots that make you moan. When he reaches the crook of your neck, he makes a happy, eager noise and buries his face in you. You whimper loudly as his purrs and rumbles cause his beard to vibrate against you, tickling the sensitive nerve endings there. Your legs jerk from where they are tied, aching to wrap around his waist. Obi apparently hears this as he clicks at you. All of a sudden, his face is in front of yours. “Naughty, naughty. You’ll stay just like this until I finish with you. And this could take some time.” You swallow and feel yourself heat up at his words. What is it about naughty Obi that turns you on so? The question is made moot, though, as he kisses down your chest, until he reaches your breast and nuzzles, his lips never touching it. It is your hands that jerk this time, as you long to bury them in his hair and pull his mouth towards your achingly hard nipple. Obi’s mouth curls into a smile. “As you wish.” His mouth surrounds one nipple and sucks. You whimper loudly, and your back starts to involuntarily rise in the air towards the warm, wet suction on your breast. You feel his hands slide around your back, support you, and lift you further towards him. You gasp for breath, as you feel yourself trapped for a few long moments under Obi’s attention. Then, after what seems like an eternity, he lets off…only to switch to the other breast. Your whimpers turn into small, cat-like sounds of pleasure and protest. The General rumbles approvingly from around your breast. You stutter out pleas, until at last he releases you, and you fall gratefully back to the mattress. Obi Wan slowly nuzzles his way down to your stomach, where he abruptly pauses. His mouth surrounds your naval, and you feel his tongue swirl around it, as if proving to you what he will do when presented with similar areas. He stays there until you give a weak moan, then slides sideways to kiss, nibble, and suck at every inch of skin on your stomach. By the time he’s through, you are thrashing in your bonds, half-dead from the torture of the anticipation and the pleasure he has already shown you. You twist your legs in their bonds, desperate to wrap them around his waist and yank him down to…other areas. Finally, he moves; sliding slowly down to nuzzle at the skin just to one side of your opening. He bends further down to grace the back of your knee with a lick and a long suckle, causing you to squeak, try to jerk away, and whimper at his attentions. At last, he moves closer in to your opening, but then just sits there, content to nuzzle and breathe on you. At last, you cry out. “Gods, Obi, please!” He gives an evil grin, and licks your outer lips just once, making you yell and twist your hips towards him. “Please what?” His voice is deep and rumbling, and you can feel his breath on all of your most secret parts. You whimper, then attempt to speak again. “Please, Obi, just…” you swallow, barely able to think straight with all of this teasing. After a bit more stammering, you whine, “please!” He laughs and gives your outer lips another teasing lick. “As my lady commands.” You don’t have a chance to respond, as he abruptly buries his face in you and sucks forcefully. You scream, and your hips attempt to jerk into him, restrained only by his hands on your waist holding you still. His tongue flickers inside of you, rubbing insistently against that special spot he discovered one night, while his lips surround your clit. You scream repeatedly, and your hips continue to rut into him in time with his caresses as you feel yourself rocketing towards conclusion. Too fast! Your mind screams, but it is far too late to slow down now. Even if he would listen, which you doubt, you can barely find enough breath to breathe in between screams. When you feel a finger or two slip inside of you and rub against your clit, you throw your head back and scream again, your muscles contracting faster and faster until your abruptly burst into Obi’s waiting mouth. He purrs happily and eagerly sucks you dry, forcing your orgasm on until it nearly hurts, before you collapse on the bed, gasping for breath. You feel the bed bounce slightly as Obi joins you, nuzzling his face into yours. He gives you a few moments to regain your breath, but all too soon, you feel a long, rock-hard length teasing your curls. You groan and bury your face in his neck. “Please, Obi, not yet. Just let me catch my breath.” You gasp into his ear as his tip teases your opening. “Nnnnngggg,” he moans as he gently caresses you with his organ. “Now, sweetheart. Need you.” You swallow and melt at his obvious arousal. You bury your face further into him and whimper softly. “Obi, please, just…” you break off with a gasp as he begins to slide into you. He grunts several times into your ear, and you can feel your tired muscles begin to squeeze him, aroused by his insistence. “Oh, baby, you feel so good…so tight…nnggg…” He groans in your ear, whispering endearments as his hands lock in a death grip around your waist. You throw your head back and struggle to breathe as his pubic bone finally hits yours. You pant desperately as he pulls himself out…and slams back into you. You give soft cries as he pounds into you, his cock growing and tensing your muscles. You whisper his name and beg, although you no longer know what for. He growls softly and pounds himself into you. It isn’t long before one hand slides down your back, your bottom, and a finger enters you from behind, quickly finding your clit and tweaking it in your fingers. You cry out, feeling yourself tightening around him. “Yes, baby, that’s it. Come for me, sweetheart.” He whispers encouragingly into your ear, caressing you with cock and fingers, until you explode again, your body thrashing under him. His mouth instantly fastens on one breast, milking you on further. You don’t know how long it is until you finally collapse, panting. You lay there awhile, one hand wrapped around your back, and hand half buried inside of you, when you abruptly realize something; Obi is still completely hard inside of you. Your eyes widen and he gives you an evil look. You open your mouth to plead with him, but too late. He pulls out, pumping you roughly, and his hand tweaks you again, making your eyes go out of focus. He leans down next to your ear, sucking your earlobe into his mouth and growling as he pumps and strokes you. His hips shift slightly, and you let out a scream as his cock his the spot that sends lightning through you. He yells triumphantly, and carefully maintains the angle. Your body feels on fire, as his hand attends to your clit, and his cock to your g-spot. You try to scream, but can only get enough breath to wheeze. Thankfully, you feel him growing inside of you, and you realize that he isn’t far from coming himself. Finally. You consider tightening your muscles, but then abandon the plan, as you have no more strength left for it. Obi bends slightly, sucking a nipple into his mouth again. You manage to scream, and explode at the same time he does, letting out a roar. His orgasm sets yours on fire, milking you on further then you thought you could go. You’re not sure how long it takes, before you collapse back to the bed and pass out. When you wake up, you are no longer tied to the bed, but rather curled up against a warm, broad chest. One hand gently strokes your hair, and you feel him place a kiss on the top of your head. Did I hurt you? His mental voice is soft, gentle, and worried. You smile slightly and cuddle into him, mentally sending him reassurance. Felt nice. You tell him, then sigh. Sleep now? He chuckles, and his free hand squeezes yours gently. Sleep, he tells you. Force knows, you earned it. The End
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