Master Apprentice
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The long drag of it. Resting on my shoulder. Heavy, pulling at me. Reminding me of my place. Reminding me of my keeper. The one who cares for me and teaches me and loves me...
I break away from the kiss.
"That isn't a handle you know."
"No?"
I hear the challenge in Qui-Gon's voice a moment too late, and though I begin to pull away, my master has already wrapped my braid around his fist. I pull my head back, tugging, wincing as no quarter is given and the hair pulls at my scalp.
I feel a shiver go through my body as he holds me still.
His mouth descends, oh so slowly, down to mine, my head held in place by his hold on my hair. He pauses, scant millimetres from my mouth, and looks at me. I hold his gaze, my heart speeding, my cock rising rapidly. My breathing becomes heavy as he continues to keep me immobile, just looking at me. I can feel my exhalations against my own skin as they hit his face first then come back to me. He isn't touching me; only his hand is wrapped in my braid, but I am so aroused that I am almost trembling.
When his mouth finally takes mine my knees want to buckle but I somehow manage to stay upright. He plunders my mouth, lips covering mine and pressing my mouth open, sweeping with his tongue. I moan and the sound is absorbed into him as I am losing myself to him. He tugs on my braid, bringing me back to myself. I gasp as he pulls back from the kiss and begins to bite at my lips. He tilts my head back and nips at my neck, closing his lips over my skin and sucking rhythmically. My hips follow the rhythm that he sets, seeking his body to press against but finding only air.
He releases my throat and pulls down on my braid. I drop to my knees and move to nuzzle his groin but he is going down to his knees too and is turning me, pulling me down further. The insistent tugging doesn't stop until my cheek is against the floor, my hands bracing, my buttocks in the air. My braid is still wrapped around his hand and perforce he leans over my back. I can feel his erection nudging against me. I moan and the nudge becomes a push, pressing against me. I am trembling, cock hard and aching. I push back, mutely begging him to take me like this -wanting his length in me now, without preparation or warning.
His hold on my braid tightens, pulling my head forward almost painfully, reminding me of my position, of who is in control. I choke back my moan and still my movements, though I can't quite stop the quivers that have invaded my body. I breathe deeply, trying to find my centre. He doesn't move, just breathes with me. I finally find my centre so that even the fine trembling stops and I am totally immobile beneath him. I pray he doesn't keep us here like this too long, for I am barely hanging on to my hard-won calm.
He surges into me without warning -one long, smooth stroke. It is not the rough taking I'd been hoping for, but it is close enough. It is only as he begins to pump in and out of me that I realise he has prepared his cock for it's invasion of my body. But I can't complain -I can't even think as he takes me, pounding into me, using my body for his pleasure.
I come, body convulsing, tightening around his thrusting cock. He continues to move inside me, his pace increasing. I am panting, hands braced tightly against the floor to keep myself from sliding forward with the power of his thrusts. He is still leaning over me, one hand tight on my hip, pulling me against him with every lunge. The other still holds it's captive braid tight, wrapped in and around the length, and when my attention wavers for a moment he tugs sharply.
I gasp and my cock surges to hardness once again. He rests his head against my nape and begins to suck as he increases the tempo and force of his movements. I can hear the grunts of effort that come from him each time he surges into my body. I become lost as he moves within me, against me, around me.
His teeth sink into my neck as he pulls hard on my braid, his body surging into me. I scream as I come again -this orgasm ripped from my body. The pleasure quivers through me as I climax without any stimulation to my cock. I can feel his seed shooting into me and I shake with intense aftershocks, more come dribbling from my penis.
I want to collapse but he doesn't let me. One hand wraps around my chest and he pulls me up to my knees, my back tight against his chest. He tugs again on my braid, bringing my head around and he plunders my mouth -his lips and tongue hot and wet and wonderful. He pulls away and brings my braid to his mouth -nibbling and kissing it before letting it fall.
The long drag of it. Resting on my shoulder. Heavy, pulling at me. Reminding me of my place. Reminding me of my keeper. The one who cares for me and teaches me and loves me...holds me.
End.