The door slides open and you feel the heat of his body on your skin moments before he rests strong hands on your shoulders.  Tracing lazy circles on your skin, he leans over and brushes your ear with his beard. 

"I've missed you, love."

"And I you," you say, leaning back into his broad chest.  You turn your head lightly and are gifted with a soft kiss, feeling his hair brush against your cheek in a soft caress. Deepening the kiss, you turn in his arm and wrap your arms around his neck.  He explores your mouth, then moves his lips across your cheek, your chin, then presses strong kisses along your neck.  You tangle your hands in his hair, moaning softly into the warm air.  His hands are splayed along the small of your back, drawing you against his body, and you feel his hardness under his thick tunics.

"Qui..." you ask softly.

"Hmmm?"

"May we try something tonight?"

"Whatever you wish..."

"Qui?"

He stops and you are suddenly gazing into his eyes.  "What would you like to try tonight?"

"Do you trust me?" you ask softly.

"Implicitly, love."  A loving yet devilish glint flickers in his eyes.  You smile widely then.

"Come."  Taking his hand, you lead him to the sleep chambers.


The chamber is illuminated by dozens of candles arranged in small groups all over the room.  The bed dominates the room, large and welcoming. Soft leather restraints are fastened to each corner of the bed, with long tethers that can reach the center of the bed. You chose this with him in mind, knowing a standard bed with shorter tethers would hardly accommodate his large frame.

And tonight you need to.

"Take off your robe and belt, Qui."  He watches you move across the carpeted floor as his severe brown robe falls to the floor.  The belt soon follows.

"Sit on the edge of the bed, love."  He smiles, never taking his eyes off you and sinks onto the bed.

You go to the desk at the corner of the room and remove a gold neckband.  "Love," you explain, "This is a Force inhibiting collar.  Will you wear this for me tonight?"

He studies your expression, not angry, but very curious.  "Why?"

"Do you trust me?"

"Yes, love, but why this?"

You walk to him and settle yourself comfortably on his lap, resting your head on his shoulder.  He wraps his arms around you and pulls you closer, his warm scent slowly intoxicating you.  Before you lose your nerve, you stroke his arms and whisper softly.

"Because, Qui, while I love all the things your Force does to me, to us, I want to do this for you. I want to be able to surprise you with a touch, to taste your skin randomly, to make you want me as much as I want you, and not be able to release your impatience or your longing into the Force.  I want you to need me, to need my touch, as much as I need yours."  You turn and press a soft kiss to his lips.  "I understand if you say no, but would you do this for me, just once?"

He studies you a few more moments then takes the collar and fastens it around his neck.  You reward him with another kiss and ease him into a prone position, gently easing the restraints around his wrists.

"Love, my boots..."

"Can wait."  You brush another kiss across his lips.  "I'll take them off... later."  You stretch out against him, your fingers laced in his, your breasts pressed gently against his chest.  "Are you comfortable?"

"Yes, though I think I'm wearing too much clothing."  His eyes are dancing with mischief now.

"We can remedy that," you say, slowly shifting off his body.  You undo his sash and slowly unwrap it from his waist, pulling it free and tossing it aside.  You lift one edge of his stola and toss it over his head, purposely obstructing his view.  He turns slightly, trying to clear his vision.

"Love, I want to see you..."

"Wait, Qui, just a bit longer."  You adjust the stola so it's relatively secure around his eyes.  He tenses a bit, but relaxes under your soft kisses.  You settle against him once more, stroking his cheek with your fingertips. 

"I'm not going to hurt you, love," you promise, "but promise me you will be still."

"What are you going to do?" he asks.  His voice quivers a bit, part from insecurity, part from arousal.  You see the outline of his hardness beneath the thick cloth of his leggings.

The thin fabric of his outer tunic splits easily under your slim blade.  The sound of tearing shredding cloth makes him flinch slightly.  He turns towards the sound.  "What are you doing?"

"Undressing you."  The sound of fabric tearing against the blade makes him flinch again.  You run the blade along the seam at his right side, then at his left.  You gently touch his wrist and he pulls away, just barely catching the tip of your blade.  You bite your lip as you see a small bead of crimson form on his pale skin.  He shakes off his blindfold and stares at his wrist.

"Gods, Qui... I'm sorry..." you stammer.

"No, love," he answers, "it was my fault.  I broke my promise."  He catches your gaze, giving you his trust and his love and desire with a look.

"I'll not move anymore."

"Qui..."

"I trust you."  He closes his eyes again and relaxes into the bedding.

You brush another kiss across his lips.  "I love you."  Then, after fixing his blindfold, you turn your attention to his wound.

It's only a small nick.  You kiss the sting away, tasting the metal tang of his blood on your lips.  He gasps when he feels your tongue on his skin but purrs softly as you brush your mouth against his wrist and palm, tracing your tongue across his rough skin, along his fingers..  Satisfied, you return to your task of disrobing him.

You make quick work of the rest of his outer tunic and cast the ruined garment aside.  Then, running your hands across the thin cloth of his undertunic, you lean closer to breathe in his scent.  He gasps softly as you nip at his body through the cloth.  You nibble at his flat male nibbles, soaking the cloth, making it near transparent as you settle yourself between his legs, feeling his now hard shaft press against your belly.

Carefully you start the slow removal of his undertunic, tasting each bit of his skin as you bare him.  He starts to move, first away from the cold metal blade then into your warm touch.  More soft moans punctuate the still evening air and soon his broad chest is bare to your eyes and hands.

You take a warm ewer of oil and pour a small amount into your hands, and begin your explorations of his half-clothed body.  Starting at his waist, you splay your fingers across his flat hard belly and stroke upward, leaving oily trails on his skin as you move slowly over his warm flesh. Your fingers are light over his chest, lightly teasing the darker circles of pebbled skin.  Smiling, you lean over and cover his mouth with yours in a deep kiss.

He responds instantly, moaning against your lips with barely restrained passion.  You slowly remove his blindfold then kiss him again, smiling into his wide blue eyes.

"Do you like this?" you purr.

"Very much," he answers, tilting his head up for another kiss, but you deny him for a moment, bringing yourself into a kneeling position next to him.  He watches, his breathing growing more and more shallow as you shed your dark dressing gown and are soon nude next to him. 

You stretch out on top of him again, your breasts pressing against his chest, fingers entwined with his, pressing soft kisses to his jaw line.  He thrusts up against you, his hard shaft insistent.  You laugh softly.  "No, no, Qui.  Not yet."  And with that you let go of his fingers and trace the long path from his wrists to his shoulders, across his chest to his waist then under his arched back into his leggings to cup his muscled back side.

He arches into you again, gasping hard now as you caress him with soft fingertips.

"Gods, Love..."  He says, moving against you, shuddering from the sensation of your warmth against his still clothed shaft.  His movements are getting faster, more urgent.

You shush him gently, pressing another kiss to his mouth, all the while matching his movements, moving against him.

"Gods, love, I want you," he growls against your lips.

"You have me, Qui," you murmur, pleased that his Jedi discipline is slowly slipping away under your ministrations. 

He growls again as you scrape your nails across his warm skin.  You run your tongue across his lips, then cover his mouth with yours again, moving against him until his body is taut, shaking with the last bits of restraint.

"Please," he gasps.

"Let it go, love," you whisper, moving one hand to the front of his leggings and stroking away the last of his control.

He surges up against you, a strangled cry against your mouth. The tethers are stretched to their limits as his climax overtakes him and he is shuddering in your arms, breath raspy against your skin.  You hold him a few moments longer then slowly ease off his sweat-dampened body.

He barely acknowledges that you are removing his boots and peeling his wet leggings off.  However he shouts to the rooftops as you trace a lazy path up the inside of his leg with your mouth.  His body arches into your touch again.

"Wait love," he gasps, "Have pity on an old man..."

You pause and give him a wicked grin.  "You are not old, Qui.  And I intend to prove it to you... again and again..."

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