Title: Captive Heart
* * * * * Obi-Wan slept heavily, buried under his own exhaustion from training. The only thing that stirred him were his wet dreams of Jade. He’d not seen her for weeks due to their mismatched schedules, and his whole being ached. She was returning from her mission with Master Sejam today, and it was making his much needed nap a restless one. He drifted back to wakefulness, but it was a struggle. He uttered a groggy grunt and tried sitting up, hoping that would help him awaken. With a rising dread, he discovered he couldn’t sit up. Something was holding him down. He couldn’t move his arms and legs. It was almost as though he were chained. His eyes flew open, and he gasped. “Where am I?” splurted from his mouth before he’d even had a look around. There was something terrifying about being held captive that made one question everything that was, is, and will be. Obi-Wan found himself in this state of mind. First, wondering if the day’s events of training with Qui-Gon and awaiting Jade’s return had all been a dream. If that were so, where was he now? Had the Temple been invaded? Where was Jade? And why would anyone want to capture him in particular? Ransom? The dismalness of what must have happened to Jade hadn’t even begun to dawn on him. He thought that if it did (when it does) he would be reduced to an empty shell. He still hadn’t really looked at the room. When he did, he was glad his legs were restrained so he couldn’t kick himself. He was in his quarters. He sighed and let his mind run through the possible reasons that this new variable had added. They had been raided secretly and the other Jedi were still unaware. Of course. A bounty hunter, maybe. Hunters were one of the Jedi’s most common adversaries. But hired by whom? And to what ends? Execution. That was a hunter’s only ends in a case like this. Or preparation for execution. Did preparation really matter? Perhaps a few more hours to imagine the horrible things your captors could do. That’s all preparation meant. He swallowed and was suddenly aware of something else. He was completely nude. Why? Humiliation? Many hunters enjoyed that kind of game. Making a mockery of the strong, able Jedi who was now tied up and helpless. At the mercy of their torture. “I’m awake, if you care!” he called to whoever might answer. He’d been awake for exactly thirty seconds. “Good!” came Jade’s voice from the bathroom. “Jade?” “Yes, dear?” Her voice made her light smile apparent. “Why can’t I move?” he asked conversationally. “Because I handcuffed you to the bed,” she answered reasonably enough. “Why?” he asked, holding down the frustration in his voice. “Why not?” she asked back with a laugh. Obi-Wan glanced up at his hands that were firmly bound in place. “Well,” he prompted when she hadn’t said anything else. “Are you going to unlock these things?” “No,” she said. “You seem to be missing the point, Lion.” Obi-Wan’s brow furrowed. “Apparently I am,” he said, not hiding his frustration this time. “Then again, I tend to do that with you, don’t I?” “No need to get sarcastic,” she said calmly. “My, you’re grumpy when you first wake up. The true self comes pouring out, eh?” “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Obi-Wan said tiredly. “I want to get up.” “Don’t worry,” came a laugh. “You will.” This was followed by a snicker that threatened to let loose into a full-fledged guffaw. Jade decided to end the suspense. She came to the doorway of the bathroom and watched Obi-Wan’s jaw drop with a satisfied grin. She had sorted through her wardrobe, finally choosing a delicious, pink nightgown that lovingly hugged the curves of her body. Its length barely reach past her hips. It also had the deepest V-neck Obi-Wan had ever seen. Sweet man with his passionate fantasies, she thought as she noticed his body flushing with excitement and his muscles tightening, already preparing himself for a vain struggle. He groaned and pulled his arms tight against his restraints. She sighed at the sight and sauntered toward him. “You’re known for your patience, right?” she asked. “One of the things I are known for, yes,” Obi-Wan answered, his eyes glued to her hips. “Mind if I test that theory?” she asked again. His eyes drifted to hers, and he seemed unable to concoct a good response. She put out her hand and let it hover over his skin as she walked beside the bed. She could feel heat coming off of him and nearly gave in to the temptation to touch him. When her hand reached his face, she stroked his cheek. He gasped at her touch, and she could see that she was already succeeding in affecting him. She bent down and kissed his forehead. Then his temple. Then his cheek. Into his ear she whispered, “I love you.” He was being so well behaved, and it nearly charred her insides. She sat on the edge of the bed and petted his cheek until he was leaning his face into her hand and panting. She let her hand drip down to his chest. Fingertips trailed over him, and a thumb rubbed against his nipple. With an unbidden movement, he tried to arch his back to push the skin closer to her. This was a futile and frustrating attempt. He could barely move with the handcuffs holding his limbs down. He grunted, half in arousal and half in irritation. Jade saw him struggling and almost gave in to letting him loose. She pushed the thought away and moved her hands down to his thighs. The muscles in his legs were taut from his exertion. His chest was rising and falling rapidly as she stroked the inside of his strong thigh. He pulled against the restraints again, knowing it was a worthless battle but unable to stop his body’s natural reactions to her ministrations. Jade straddled his hips, making sure not to touch his manhood with any part of her body. He would be begging her before it was over. But could she stand to see him suffer from lust? Could she hold out that long? Patience, you must learn, she thought to herself and smiled. Obi-Wan tried to thrust, hoping against all reason to brush against her and alleviate his arousal. A part of him knew this would actually intensify it, but his lustful half wasn’t listening. He almost reached her. Almost. She had to lift herself up in anticipation of his movement to avoid this contact. She had not forgotten how well endowed he was and had known he would try such a thing. She grabbed his hips and forced them gently against the bed. “No, no,” she said, leaning close to his face. “The time for that will come. Not yet.” She slid her hands up his hips and sides, feeling him shudder. She kissed his mouth once. A quick, soft peck that would leave him craving her. He strained again. She thought she heard a creak but dismissed it. Obi-Wan had felt something give. Whether it was the bed or the cuffs he didn’t know. He did know that Jade was going to finally see him as she had begged to time and again. He would not hold himself back this time. He knew that was the purpose of this little experiment. She wanted to make him pull free of whatever was holding him back inside. Jade pushed her hands under him and caressed his backside, feeling his hips jerk. She reveled in the warmth of his skin and moaned louder. Her hands roamed to his chest again, and she could feel sweat standing out on his skin. He was almost there. Obi-Wan fought his restraints once more as Jade fondled his biceps. The muscles were so tight and had absolutely no give to them when she squeezed. She kissed those tight muscles and let the tip of her tongue moisten the skin. She rolled over and laid down beside him. She wrapped her arms around him and blew in his ear. Obi-Wan was panting desperately, begging with each breath. She draped her leg over his stomach and slid her thigh along him, letting the heat from his skin collide with hers. “Please,” he said finally. “Just...” He seemed at a loss for what to suggest. He wanted so much. He wanted it all. He couldn’t decide. “You’ve suffered enough,” Jade said seriously. She straddled his hips and let him slide into her. He was hot and rigid, pulsing gently. His body tensed up against the cuffs, making his organ seem to swell. Jade ran her fingernails lightly over his chest. The most delicious “ooo, yeah” escaped him as he pressed into her. She moved once, gently up and then down, letting him taste only a morsel of pleasure. He hissed air into his lungs and groaned it out again. “Do you want to touch me?” Jade asked. “Yes!” Obi-Wan called. Jade ran her hands over him but did not remove the handcuffs. She slid up and down again. Another morsel of pleasure. Leaving him wanting to burst. She bent over him and kissed him, and the handcuffs creaked as he wrenched toward her. His lips, normally pliable and soft, were rough and demanding as he ravaged her mouth. His tongue shot between her teeth and rubbed her own tongue lasciviously. He pulled back and sucked on her bottom lip, moaning while Jade moved over him again. As a result, Obi-Wan gasped and threw his head back. She touched his face with both hands and smiled. “This is what I’ve wanted,” she said. She sat up again and stroked his length with her body. She knew Obi-Wan wanted to kiss her again and that he was dying to get his hands on her. She threw her head back and lifted her arms toward the ceiling and rode him again and again. Then, something gave. Jade heard two simultaneous pops and was seized. Obi-Wan was sitting up in a flash. He slid down the bed to give his legs some slack so he could thrust deeply. Jade fell forward and was caught in his arms as he plunged further inside her. She cried out in both intense surprise and desire. Obi-Wan laid back and held Jade against him, moving in and out of her with mind-numbing ferocity. He had adorned his battle sneer only now it was a sexual sneer. Jade covered his face in kisses, unable to believe what she had unleashed. Their climaxes were immanent. Before they both collapsed completely, Jade screamed, “I’m yours!” Obi-Wan shook, cried out, and relaxed. His muscles jerked from the strain he’d put upon them. Jade slumped against him and struggled to catch her breath. She rubbed her face against him and breathed his smell in. It should have been grotesque, but Jade wanted to bottle the stuff. He smelled pungent with sweat, and his hot breath flew into her face. He held her bone-crushingly tight. He had never imagined it would be that difficult to make love to her without touching her. It was torturous but immensely pleasing to want something and have it just out of reach. It made finally reaching it even more satisfying. Jade took his wrist and pulled it to her face. Obi-Wan almost wouldn’t allow it; he was trying to keep her from escaping with the strength of his embrace. Jade examined his wrist. It was red and scraped. “Oh, Obi,” she whispered. “I’m sorry. I didn’t think of that.” She blushed, feeling very idiotic. “I’m all right,” he said. His voice was soft. “The pain is nothing compared to the pleasure.” Jade smiled, let go of his wrist, and turned to a table across the room. She narrowed her eyes and held her hand out, and a key flew from the table and into her palm. She unlocked the cuffs around his ankles and tossed the key in the floor. Obi-Wan rolled on top of her and pulled her nightgown off. He was slightly rough in this, but Jade wanted him to be. She wanted him to stop holding back. She loved that he was gentle, but he was never forceful. She wanted the fullness of his need and all the power behind it. He grabbed her arms and forced them above her head. She gasped, and her eyes widened at the stern look on his face. “Obi-Wan?” she said questioningly. He closed his eyes and let her arms go. She sighed in relief and tried to lift them. She couldn’t. He reopened his eyes and smiled at her. “Obi-Wan,” she repeated, sounding worried. “Do you trust me?” he asked. “Yes,” Jade said without hesitation. “Then, trust me.” He kissed her deeply and moaned helplessly against her lips. Her body was warm, and he wanted that. Holding her down with the Force was surprisingly easy. What was difficult was fighting the urge to let her go and allow her to do all the things he was imagining now. He wanted to feel her all over him. But not yet. Now he would get his chance to do to her what she had done to him. Drive her to the edge and make her hang there, begging. “Make me scream and beg you for it,” Jade said, reading his thoughts. “Are you sure this isn’t sadistic?” he asked innocently, his face contorted with apprehension. “Of course it is,” she panted. “But what’s wrong with that?” He smiled and kissed her, teasing with his lips that touched hers but didn’t quite give her all of what she craved. He cupped her breasts and felt their warmth for a moment. Jade tried to arch her back but to no avail. Obi-Wan massaged her nipples and gradually made them hard, his fingers working slowly and gently. Jade gasped and moaned. She was ready to begin begging now. Obi-Wan’s hands slid away from her breasts and over her stomach. He pushed himself down so that his head was below her waist, and Jade averted her gaze by laying her head back. She couldn’t stand watching him tantalize her. He kissed her thigh and chuckled. “You’re evil,” she panted. “You know that, don’t you? Unforgivably evil.” “And what does that make you?” he laughed. “A hypocrite.” He smiled and kissed her thigh again. Jade bit her bottom lip and tried to bring her ragged breathing back to normal, even breaths. She was left feeling stifled and wanting. Obi-Wan’s lips drifted to her wet folds. He kissed her there with a soft innocence that made Jade weak, unable to fight even if it would have helped. She felt his skilled fingers opening her and his lips caressing her intimately. Then, a hot, wet instrument that could have only been his tongue was smoothly running over her now throbbing passion. She felt it slide into her center, then back out to once again taste her outsides. His tongue’s strokes quickened and were accompanied by his passionate moaning. Jade shuddered and moaned along with him as he drove her forward into satisfaction. His head shifted, and his lips drifted away from her desire. She was ready to protest when she felt his chin cleft perfectly fitting over her clitoris and rubbing her vigorously. All at once, she shuddered and was surrounded by completion and nearly unable to move or breathe from it. Obi-Wan grinned and released her from his mystical grip. He crawled back up her shivering body and took her into his arms. “You are my hero,” Jade said shakily. “Am I?” he said unbelievingly. “Why would you doubt it?” she asked in reference to his dubious look. “Any man can simply have sex with a woman and let that be the end of it,” she explained. “It takes a special man, a hero, to make love to a woman. To make her feel loved. You are my hero. A true Jedi Knight if ever there was one.” “I don’t have the right to that title yet, milady,” he reminded her. “And I care not,” Jade said. “If you were to abandon the Order this very minute, you would still be a Knight to me. More than that. A Master. The greatest Jedi that ever lived.” “If I keep listening to you, I may be able to power all of Coruscant with my ego alone,” he chuckled. Jade kissed his face and rubbed his back. “I don’t know if an inflated ego is what you need,” she said softly, kissing his face over and over. “But a man as wonderful as you deserves to know the truth about himself.” “Truth to you, perhaps, but to the universe?” He shook his head. “Do you care what they think?” she asked. “No.” “Do you care what I think?” “Of course,” he said, running his fingers through her hair and watching it shine in the dim light that reflected from it. “Then why bother contradicting me?” she asked. His eyes moved back to hers. “Because I am only a man. Not a god. Not a king. I do what is asked of me to the best of my ability. That’s all.” “Genuine modesty is incredibly attractive,” she informed him. He grinned broadly. “Is that so?” “Indeed it is.” Obi-Wan snuggled Jade against him, and she surrendered to his sweetness, feeling that she could never be close enough to him. He entwined himself so that almost every part of her was touching some part of him. She kissed his chin cleft, tasting secret fluids there, and ran her fingers through his hair. She remembered his wrists again and winced. She brought both of his wrists to her lips. When they grazed the scraped skin, his wounds disappeared. Obi-Wan smiled at her, wondering at her ability to do something so meaningful with such a light touch. He felt very exposed and weak, his walls nothing but ruins now. Only these feelings weren’t as terrifying as he’d imagined they’d be. As absurd as it was, he felt free when she tied him down. “Why are you shaking?” Jade asked him, kissing his neck and following her question with a thick moan. “I’m cold.” Jade pulled the blanket off of the floor and handed it to Obi-Wan. He wrapped it around their two bodies and thanked the Force she hadn’t caught his thoughts. Though these new sensations were exciting, he was too used to his secrecy. “Mmm, I love your body,” Jade mumbled as she rubbed her face against his shoulder. “I love you,” Obi-Wan replied. They were clinging to each other. Neither one had seemed to realize it, but they were desperately embracing. “Don’t let go,” Jade said softly. “Never,” Obi-Wan said, rolling onto his back and pulling her over him. He adjusted the blanket and felt her kissing his collar bone and working over his neck as he did so. “Rest, Padawan.” Jade snickered and closed her eyes. “Yes, Master.” The End
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