Torture. Absolute, fucking torture. And he's enjoying it.

You can tell by the sly little smile on his face, the way he looks at you with that glimmer in his eyes. If you're hands weren't tied, you'd have smacked him by now.

Or threw him to the floor and fucked him senseless.

He lets his eyes slide over you, and you can almost feel their touch, brushing up and down your body. "You want to watch me, don't you?" he asks softly.

His words make you shiver. "I'd rather participate," you reply, licking your lips.

The cunning smile returns. "Uh-uh. You have to sit there and watch tonight," he says, leaning over to press his lips against yours.

You groan in frustration, but resign yourself to your fate. He licks at your lips one last time and pulls away, unknotting the tie of his pants. He keeps his back to you, his long hair sweeping over his shoulders. The soft fabric of his trousers slowly slips over his hips, revealing the muscular curve of his buttocks. You squirm in your chair, wishing desperately that the scarves that secure your hands and ankles to the chair legs would just fall away.

::I don't think that will happen, darling.::

His teasing voice echoes in your head. You squeeze your eyes shut, but he nudges at you again.

::Watch me.::

You open your eyes and watch his pants slide down his legs, baring yards of honey-gold skin. Gods, your mouth waters at the sight of him naked. He slowly turns around, giving you an eyeful of his straining erection. Your eyes almost roll back into your head when he grips his cock in one strong hand, giving it a squeeze.

"You like watching that, don't you? Answer me."

"Mmmm-hmmm..." is the best reply you can muster.

He pulls another chair in front of you, placing it just a few feet in front of you, and settles down, leaning back lazily. His cock stands urgently away from his body, betraying the rest of his body's languor. He's obviously as turned on by this whole scenario as you are.

He takes his cock lightly in his hand again, flicking his fingertips over the head. His breath catches in his throat, and you squirm in your chair, rubbing your thighs together as best you can. Wetness spreads between your legs, letting them slide more easily against each other.

He catches your eyes and starts stroking his erection hand-over-hand, drawing one up the considerable length and immediately following it with the other. You're unable to hold his gaze and let your eyes slide back down to his groin. Smiling slightly at your reaction, he drops one hand between his legs to caress his balls. Now it's your breath that catches as you watch him spread the fluid from the tip of his cock onto his fingertips and brings them up to pinch his nipples to erection.

You echo his moan, circling your hips against the warm surface of the chair. You're so wet now that you move easily against the smooth wood. The air brushes coolly over your bare breasts, making your nipples ache for his touch. He picks up on your thought and uses the Force to brush over one painfully hard point. You jerk in reaction, clenching your legs together.

He's settled back in the chair, his legs spread wide to give you a good view. The hand that had been teasing his nipples drops back down to join its twin on his cock. His hips buck up into his grip, and the sight is deliciously wanton. You revel in the carnality of voyeurism, working your hips in time with his thrusts. If you can't feel the real thing, you can certainly imagine it.

His hands drops to his balls again, his breath becoming more harsh. The look on his face tells you that he's close, and you're surprised to find yourself climbing along with him. He rolls his heavy balls in the palm of his hand, slamming his eyes shut and letting out a growl. "Oh, yes..." he moans, his voice rough and sexy.

You nearly die from unresolved pleasure when his fingers drop lower to massage his perineum. His moans are harsher, each coinciding with the push of his fingertips against his prostate and the glide of his hand. Suddenly, his whole body arches like a cat's and he cries out through clenched teeth. He presses hard between his legs and he comes in heavy, thick spurts across his flat stomach.

The sight of him pushes you over the edge and you squeeze your thighs tightly together, sobbing your orgasm. You jerk against your bonds so hard that you're sure bruises will be left. He pushes at you with the Force, prolonging the pleasure until you're sure you will faint.

Finally, the waves crest, and you're left weak and shaky in your chair. 'Gods, that was good,' you think with what brain cells that weren't killed off from that orgasm.