This is a follow-up to Imperial Tryst and takes place
after Crysta's piece, Fooling With A Grand Moff?
Another hard NC-17 girls...be warned...<eg>
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Seduction By Moonlight
I turned from the window, trying to ignore the ire that raised in my
blood as I thought about what I wanted to do. I'd been watching from outside
the open front window of No Force Rentals, gauging when I wanted to return
to the party when something startling had happened.
Who was that woman? I thought to myself bitterly. Who was the stranger
that had been talking to Grand Moff Tarkin? I pressed my back into the
wall of the building and looked across the street, the muffled sounds of
the party sneaking through the window. Then I turned back around to have
another peek inside.
Tarkin was walking slowly across the ballroom toward the window where
I stood, and I gasped when I realized that, were he looking, he could see
me easily. Instead, his gaze was focused across the room, and I wondered
who or what it was, that was holding his attention. A sweep of challenge
surged through me when I realized how stubbornly I wanted that attention
turned toward me. Again, I spun and flattened myself against the wall,
out of view, as he made his way closer to where it was that I stood.
I could feel his presence at the open window, and if I looked closely
from the side I could also see the tips of his boots as he stood there.
The bottom of the tall window was just about at eye level, and my heart
was thumping inside my chest, adrenaline coursing through my veins as I
whispered into the darkness.
"Psst!" I moved over slightly so that I could see his face as I looked
up, but I guess that he didn't hear me because he didn't react. He just
stood there, arms folded across his chest, staring out into the night.
Feeling a bit more bold, I reached inside the window and grasped his ankle
in my hand. Still, he didn't react.
"Governor!" I whispered, a little louder this time. "Come out here!"
He cast a nonchalant gaze downward but still didn't move.
"What exactly are you doing down there, Kella?" He said it as casually
as if he were speaking of the weather, or of some other paltry topic of
conversation.
"What difference does it make? I need to speak to you!" He looked away,
seeming disinterested.
"Perhaps if you released your iron grip on my ankle I might consider
coming outside."
I pulled my hand away from him and listened as I heard the slow footfalls
of his boots leave the window. In a moment, he stepped out onto the porch
and I walked to the bottom of the steps to meet him. He paused for a moment,
just looking at me, then he walked down the stairs, as if there were nothing
further from his mind than meeting me there. As soon as he was within reach
I grabbed his wrist and pulled him to the side of the building, then walked
in front of him, assuming he would follow me.
Admittedly, I was relieved when I turned around and saw that he had.
"I see you decided to come back," he mused as I faced him.
I cast about the back grounds of No Force Rentals. They were large,
mostly paved, but there were long trenches dug along the paths and rows
of flower beds snaked along everywhere. In the far corner of the grounds,
there was a gazebo that was half covered in a tarp, and immediately, I
saw it as my destination.
"Follow me," I said, heading for the gazebo. The heels on my shoes made
a pronounced clicking noise as I walked along the paved surface, and the
purposeful stride with which I walked caused the skirt of my dress to swing
wildly about my hips. I knew that Tarkin was watching all this from behind.
Good, I thought. Let him enjoy the show.
Once inside the deserted gazebo, I turned once again and faced him.
He stood just outside the entry, and folded his hands together in front
of him, then tilted his head and inhaled deeply, as though waiting for
an explanation to my unusual behavior. For a moment, I lost my nerves a
bit, looking at him, standing there all serene and serious, the slim shape
of his hips, the intensity with which he stared at me. It had only been
an hour or so since our tryst in the closet; and already I was aching for
another round. Dizzying, the command that this much older man held over
my libido and my actions.
"Who was that woman?" I asked, keeping my voice steady through my annoyance.
The breath of a smile crossed his lips as he saw through my feigned casualness.
"A potential client," he replied.
"Indeed," I said. His stare held mine steadily, and I was trying with
all my might not to think about how much I wanted to kiss him, to devour
him. His stature and presence lured me in a most scintillating way. He
still hadn't crossed the threshold of the gazebo, so I walked over to him
slowly, putting on my best vixen attitude as I did.
"Potential client?" I said with a smile. "Why only potential? What did
you do to scare her away?"
"I did nothing to scare her away," he remarked sharply, looking down
on me as I approached, and stood very close to him. "I think she realized
that she was in over her head, dealing with me...and she must have felt
intimidated by that fact."
I reached up and began to unbutton his coat, staring up at him. I said
nothing, but cocked my head and smiled, running my tongue over myteeth.
He didn't stop me when I slipped my hands inside, gently gliding them over
his chest, but he watched me, staring down with the look I'd grown so used
to being on the receiving end of.
"You know, you are also in over your head my dear Kella."
"Yes, I know," I breathed, sliding my hands across his sides, biting
against the shirt underneath his coat. I pulled him into the gazebo as
I spoke, beginning to move down his body with my mouth as the buttons gave
way. "Over my head...down on my knees..."
I continued to move down, sinking slowly to the grass below. "Mere location
issues. You know I was never really logistics-minded. I'm much more of
a strategist..." Pressing my face against the conspicuous bulging in his
trousers, I ran my nose along the outline of his hardness and a dark moan
hissed between his teeth as I spoke. "It doesn't matter where it happens,
how it happens... so long as it definitely happens."
I moved both hands to his thighs, running my thumbs along the juncture
of his legs, massaging teasingly over the growing evidence of his desire.
With my teeth, I lightly grazed the outline of his cock through the fabric
of his uniform, and giving way to his building lust, he reached his hands
into my hair and pulled it out of its clip, tangling his hands through
its length and pressing my face firmer against him.
"Did you desire her?" I asked against his trousers.
"Perhaps." His voice was becoming hoarse, darker and a bit distracted.
"Why, Kella. Did it make you jealous?"
"No," I said, obviously lying, but playing my part, "I've better things
to do than worry about petty jealousies." His belt fell to the ground and
I quickly unfastened his pants and breathed hotly against his cock, thrilling
at how it was so stiff and so tight beneaththe restraint of his briefs.
Running my tongue along it wetly, he fought to form a coherent sentence.
"If that's true, then why are you here? Why do you feel the need to
seduce me, to pull me away from the celebration, and all of those other…potential
clients?" I pulled the waist of his briefs down over his stiff cock, dragged
my lips up its jutting length, ending at the tip with a slow, slick swirl
with the flat of my tongue. He moaned, despite himself. Incredibly despite
himself.
"Because it's these lips," I whispered, rubbing my cheek against his
shaft, occasionally letting my mouth tease against it, letting him think
that I may or may not take him in, "these lips that know you, that can
read your body, and play it like a well-tuned instrument." I reached up
and dragged his trousers and all that lay beneath them over his hips and
engulfed his length fully, grasping the base of his shaft, taking him in
and out, once twice, three times. Then I paused. He gasped. It was amazing.
"Sometimes I think you need to be reminded of that." I looked up, still
grasping him in my fist, slowly sliding him through my hand. His head had
been thrown back, but now he looked down on me, pulled my hair tightly
in one hand, and cupped his other hand around the back of my head.
"Don't stop," he moaned, his voice staggered and wonderfully captivated.
I watched him closely and swallowed his length again, looking up as he
looked down. Once, twice. I paused again. Once more, he gasped. Much to
his surprise and dismay, I stood up.
"Just testing your control," I said lightly, "perhaps I'll just leave
now. Let you remember me thusly." Before I could turn to even think about
walking away, he grabbed me around the waist and began gathering the skirt
of my dress in his hands.
"You will *not* just leave now," he growled darkly, smashing me against
his body and leaning down to kiss my lips. It was wonderful, being possessed,
and I arched into his grasp with full acceptance, circling my hips into
his hardness. Our height difference made it difficult for me to reach him,
even with my high heels, and all I could manage was to grind my mound up
against the base of his cock, thrilled that I was totally bare beneath
my dress. He bent to accommodate me a bit, serving only to tease me, and
our heated minuations were going to get us nowhere fast. He'd gathered
the length of my skirt up around my waist, and was still kissing me feverishly
as I reached down between us, grasping his stiff length in my hand, stroking
it slowly and deliberately.
We'd been moving and I hadn't even realized it, moving across the dark
enclosure of the gazebo, and I only came to know this fact once my back
crushed against the cold lattice behind me. Tarkin tugged and pulled my
dress up and over my head, tossing it aside, and I stood, nude save for
my stockings and heels, pressed against the cold wood. He bent his head
against me, his tongue slipping out to run behind my ear, his teeth biting
savagely along the flesh of my neck, hands roaming my body; one, cupping
my breast, the other, sliding down to tickle against the heated nether
lips that so ached to be filled with him.
He pressed against me, dipping the tip of his cock into that welcoming
heat, causing me to moan uncontrollably, to offer myself, arch into him,
scratch blindly and passionately along his back. Suddenly and without warning,
he pushed me away.
"What?" I cried softly, helplessly, reaching to grab him again. When
he caught my hand with his, he pulled me to him, then turned me around.
He flattened the length of his body against mine and I could feel the disheveled
uniform brushing against my back, then the warmth of his skin from where
it was open at the front. He nestled his face into my shoulder, moving
my hair aside, pushing me forward so I bent over, and I grabbed onto the
lattice to steady myself.
"It's been a long time since I took you like this, Kella," he growled,
the intensity in his voice and in his accent making me wild with desire.
I could feel the swollen tip of his cock sliding against my wetness, then
slowly, agonizingly so, slipping inside just a bit. I turned my head and
met his lips in a kiss, but then he pulled back and straightened behind
me, thrusting fully, sheathing himself to the hilt on the first stroke,
then stilling as we cried out together in the mutual pleasure of the invasion.
He pulled my hips back, ground himself deeply against me, causing my breath
to come in high-pitched cries of delicious pain and delight. Slowly, with
amazing control and precision, he withdrew, almost completely, holding
me in place when I dared to try and back up against him. Suddenly again,
he thrust, full and deep, and he continued this wonderfully torturous rhythm
until I thought I would implode from the tension, from the wild longing
for him to build a faster pace, to slam against me with speed and fever.
Finally, when I thought I could take no more, he reached the end of
his threshold of control. Only then did he begin to truly thrust.
One hand held my shoulder steady, the other alternated with holding
my hip and moving around to the front, teasing caresses against the tight
nub of swollen nerves buried within the damp little nest of curls. At every
impact I cried softly, and I looked up to realize that I could see out
from this side of the gazebo, could see the back of the No Force Rentals
building, could hear the distant sound of music on the night air.
I wondered if anyone could see us, had seen us? Myself, in stiletto
pumps and thigh high stockings, bent before Grand Moff Tarkin as he ravished
me in the gazebo. The obscene possibility of being discovered did nothing
but heighten the thrill, and at that moment I heard him moan and stiffen
behind me, the grasp of his hand on my shoulder tighten, and the thick,
warm stickiness of his climax spill inside me. All these delicious sensations,
the danger of getting caught, the sound of his breathy moans, the throbbing
pulse of his final thrusts, touched off such a riot inside me, the involuntary
spasms rocking my entire body, causing my thighs to quiver. I almost lost
my balance as the hot wash of my orgasm surged through me, and it seemed
that somehow Tarkin knew this, so he wrapped an arm around my waist and
pulled me back against him, clutching me tight, his own chest rising and
falling rapidly as he caught his breath.
How I'd missed this! How glad I was that he'd survived the destruction
of the Death Star. I turned my head again and kissed his forehead, brushed
my nose with his nose as our lips met lazily in a slow kiss. Unlatching
one hand from the weave of the lattice, I pressed his head tighter against
mine.
"Spend the night with me?" I whispered coarsely, the heated afterglow
of our encounter making my voice raspy with satisfied ecstacy.
"Are you requesting my services for the duration of the evening?" he
asked, his voice deep and a little drowsy.
"If it must be as such then yes," I replied, not crazy at the fact that
he'd gone back to business so quickly.
"Very well," he said, backing out of me and standing up straight. "Tonight
is free of charge but in the future, this will be a business agreement."
I turned around, straightening slowly as my back adjusted to standing
upright again. For a moment, I just watched him, as he readjusted his uniform
into place, quickly buttoned up his coat and turned his head to see where
his belt had landed amid our passionate clothes-strewing fit.
Without warning, I jumped at him, locked my arms tight around his neck,
forcing him to hold me against him as I squeezed tightly.
"It may not have to be only business," I said, hoping I sounded mysterious
through my excitement. "I want to take you away from here."
"What do you mean? Take me where?"
"I'll tell you later," I said, still embracing him. "In the morning.
Tonight...let's just indulge ourselves."
to be continued...
