The Return 4

by Dorotea

Type: Adult

Rating: NC-17

Spoilers: None

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You are studying your boots. They need to be shined you decide. You are

afraid to look up at the giant man standing before you. If you see the look

in his eyes you might start crying. You can feel him staring at you and

Obi-Wan. Finally he speaks, "Obi-Wan tell me what happened." You let out a

sigh of relief he decided to question Obi-Wan first. Still looking down you

notice Obi-Wan shuffling his feet. "She started it," he says accusingly.

"I did not!" you exclaim, glaring at Obi-Wan. "I was just sitting on the

sofa and he attacked me!"

"She was goading me..."

Qui-Gon puts up his hand. "I think it will work better if I talk to you one

at a time. Obi-Wan, go to the meditation chamber. I will come get you when I

am done talking to Kaeleena."

Damn! That's not fair. Obi-Wan runs out of the room leaving you to face the

Master alone.

Qui-Gon paces in front of you for several minutes, you continue to study

your boots. Ah, the left one has a bad scuff mark, must buff that later.

"Kaeleena, look at me." he says softly.

"No," you answer.

He walks over to you and puts his hand under your chin, lifting your face

up. "Little one, what happened?"

Tears are streaming down your face now. He's not angry, he doesn't care.

"Actually, I am very angry," he says in a deep voice, "but I'm controlling

it. I think controlling your emotions is something you should work on." "I'm

sorry," you whisper. "It wasn't Obi-Wan's fault; I keep forgetting that he's

not a little boy I can tease. I don't know what happened, I don't even like

him! He's an arrogant smart-ass."

Qui-Gon smiles, "He has the same opinion of you, but that doesn't mean there

isn't any sexual attraction between the two of you. Do you want him?"

"No! Of course not, ugh! It was just a heated moment, I can't see it ever

happening again."

"Good," Qui-Gon strokes you cheek, "because I meant it when I said you were

mine. I am not willing to share you. No more teasing Obi-Wan. He is an

inexperienced young man with strong sexual drives he doesn't know how to

control yet. Leave him alone. Do you understand?"

You look up into his deep blue eyes, "Yes, I understand, Master."

He nods and leads you to the bed. Smiling he says, "I have not spent all

this time breaking you in, just for another man to reap the rewards." He

slowly takes off your belt and undoes your tunic. He kisses you softly.

"You are far too beautiful for your own good, little one," he says quietly

as he removes your outer tunic. "Lay down on the bed."

You do as he says, stretching out on the bed. He takes your cloth belt into

his hands and crawls onto the bed over you.

'''What are you doing?" you ask.

He smiles wickedly, "I'm going to reclaim you as mine." He reaches up and

wraps the belt around your wrists, tying them to the bedposts. "This should

keep you of trouble." He kisses you on the lips and gets up.

"Where are you going?" you ask urgently.

"I have to go talk to Obi-Wan. I just don't want you to get into any trouble

while I'm gone. Really, I should have done this a long time ago. After all,

I still owe you from that time when we were visiting your home planet for

your sister's wedding."

"That time doesn't count, because it was revenge for what you did to me in

the woods. You can't leave me like this!"

"I can and I am," he says huskily. "I think it will be good for you to spend

some time meditating on your behavior."

"You know I can free myself."

"I know if you're not here when I return, I'm not going to look for you," he

says sternly as he bends down and kisses you again. Then he walks out of the

room without looking back.

You wiggle your wrists in the belt, but don't free yourself. Patience is a

virtue after all, and if being patient will reward you with a "reclaiming"

by the Master, you are willing to be very patient.

A man is kissing you. His tongue is licking you teeth, probing deeply into

your mouth. His hands are fondling your breasts, grazing your nipples. You

moan as his touch makes you burn with desire. His hand descends, lightly

stroking your stomach, finding it's way between your legs. You begin to

squirm as his fingers go inside of your panties. The hand pauses and you

whisper, "Qui-Gon don't stop now." You open your eyes and scream. Obi-Wan's

smug face is looking down at you. He laughs softly at you, "You have teased

me long enough, now it is my turn." You scream again.

"Kaeleena, Kaeleena, wake up," Qui-Gon is sitting on the bed you are bound

to. You sigh in relief. It was only a nightmare. "Are you okay? You were

screaming and you are covered in sweat."

"Yes, I'm fine, it was just a bad dream," you answer. A very bad dream. And

NOT a dream of the future.

Stretching out beside you he asks,"Do you want to talk about it?" "No," you

answer quickly. "Do you think you could untie me? My arms are getting sore."

"Not yet, little one. I want to make sure you remember who you belong to,"

he whispers as he begins caressing your breasts, opening your inner tunic.

You quickly forget your dream as his hands explore every inch of you. Your

pants are removed slowly. His large hands make your skin tingle and burn

wherever they go. His tongue finds itself between your legs, lapping up your

wetness. You arch your back and spread your legs wider. His beard scratches

your inner thighs as his tongue probes your depths. You writhe and moan on

the bed, forgetting about the pain of your bound arms.

He moves up your body, tasting as he goes. He removes his clothing, tossing

it onto the floor. He kisses you deeply, then says, "You are mine. Say it."

"You are mine." you whisper.

He pinches you. "Now is not the time to be a smart-ass, little one."

"I am yours, Master. I give myself to you completely."

He smiles and moves on top of you. His hard cock is pressing against you. As

he slowly enters you he says huskily, "Mine." He continues to slowly move in

and out you, driving you mad. Your hips start to speed up, but he refuses to

meet your pace. "No, we are going slow this time. I just want to be inside

of you."

"Kiss me, Master," you whisper.

His lips find yours and you find rapture in the sweet heat of his tongue.

Your bodies move together rhythmically, waves of pleasure washing over you.

You completely lose track of time as the two of you move as one. The climax

is not an explosion but a complete release that melds you with him.

He unties your arms and you wrap them around him, holding him close to you.

He is gently kissing you when the door buzzer sounds.

"Damn," you mutter, "Let's ignore it."

"It is Obi-Wan," Qui-Gon says.

"Then let's definately ignore it."

"He wants to apologize to you," Qui-Gon explains.

"That is not necessary."

"Yes, it is, and you will apologize to him also," Qui-Gon stares into your

green eyes, daring you to argue with him.

"Right now?" you ask sharply.

Qui-Gon gets up from the bed. "I have a meeting with Master Windu in 10

minutes. I'm going to take a quick shower and go. Get dressed and let

Obi-Wan in." He doesn't wait for a response, just walks away.

Damn him. He didn't have any right to just dismiss you and order you around

like that. You gather up your clothes and pull on your pants and your inner

tunic. You walk toward the door muttering, "Masters, they're impossible;

men, they're impossible. I could live without sex. I could be very happy.

Cold showers are good."

You open the door to see Obi-Wan shuffling outside. "Come in, if you must."

"Oh, thank you for your kindness, I do live here you know."

He walks in and looks toward the unmade bed and your remaining clothes on

the floor. You realize the room is filled with the strong scent of sex. You

suddenly feel your face redden. You feel guilty. Why do you feel guilty?

"Better you than me you," you snap as you gather up your clothes.

"Fighting again or still?" he asks snidely.

Ignoring him, you put on your outer tunic and start searching the bed for

your cloth belt. Qui-Gon walks out of the shower area, completely dressed.

How does he do that?

"I have to go," he says as he kisses you on the cheek.

"I want to talk to you later," you say softly.

"Not today." he waves his hand in front of his face as if he's trying pull a

mind trick on you.

"Ha, ha," you respond dryly. "Tomorrow?"

"Yes, tomorrow," he replies kissing you again.

As he walks out of the room you sense him telling Obi-Wan something through

the force.

"I'm sorry about what happened earlier," Obi-Wan says quickly.

"Is that what he told you say?" you ask, smiling.

"Yes," he admits. "But I was going to apologize anyway."

You nod and attempt to get your belt on. Your arms are stiff and not

cooperating.

"I'm sorry too," you say. "Don't worry, he told me not to tease you

anymore."

"I wasn't worried," he replies matter of factly. "Do you want me to help you

with that?"

Before you answer his hands are fixing your tunic and wrapping your belt

properly around your waist. "It wouldn't do for you to go to the nursery

looking like you just climbed out of bed. Of course, you did just get out of

bed, but you shouldn't really advertise the fact."

You stand still as he dresses you. Trying very hard to ignore the warmth

spreading in you as he touches you. As he's fixing the outer tunic his hand

brushes against your breast causing you to shiver. 'This is not going to

happen, you say to yourself.' He stops for a moment, staring down at you,

his eyes searching yours.

You break away the eye contact and walk over to retrieve your boots.

"Thanks," you say.

"You're welcome," he replies softly.

"I have to go, I'm going to be late," you say hurridly as you pull on your

boots. You start toward the door, when he speaks again, "Um, your forgot

your leather belt and your lightsaber."

Damn. You turn around and take them from him. "When I'm in a hurry, I forget

everything," you stammer.

He raises an eyebrow at you. You don't say anything, but turn and quickly

leave the room.

As you walk down the hall toward the nursery, you repeatedly say "I do not

want him. I hate him. I do not want him. I do not, do not, do not dream

about him. I do not want him. "