Rating: NC17
Category: Very PWP (just to prove she can do it)
Summary: Some training in control and manipulation...heheh.
Errors and omissions all my fault, no chance given to Venerable
Co-writer to bea.
Feedback: sure, even if just to threaten *g* to me c/- Mac
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Disclaimer: Done for fun, no profit intended.
Obi-Wan grabbed the rope, swung around and dropped to the ground,
angling his fall so that he landed next to his Master. He
straightened and took the towel handed to him with a nod of
thanks.
"Better," Qui-Gon said calmly, "but you were still
hesitant on that top spin." He turned Obi-Wan around to undo
the loosening tie on the hair tie at the back of his head.
"You have to learn to relax. It's a difficult moment, I
know, but it really is just a matter of balance."
With just the slightest movement, Obi-Wan leant backwards and
pressed his head against his Master's hand. "Balance is
important, I know," he said, voice slurring as large fingers
combed through his hair. "So is concentration." His
eyes closed in bliss at the touch of those fingers on the back of
his neck.
He heard Qui-Gon give a small snort of laughter. He dipped his
head slightly, his breath stirring the damp hair at Obi-Wan's
ears. "You must learn to ignore distractions."
"I can no more ignore you than I can turn," Obi-Wan
said, opening his eyes and straightening. "Which you know
very well, my Master."
Those long fingers moved down his black, stopped at his waist,
firmed to hold him in place. "Distraction leads to error,
error leads to extra training, extra training leads to."
".extra time in the shower to soothe those aches and
pains," Obi-Wan said, eyes sliding closed as the hands slid
down his hips. "I need a good massage. Know any handy
masseurs. . .or masseurs with good.. .hands?"
He flicked one eye open to note that the training room was empty.
It was before dawn and nobody was likely to be around for
sometime. He sighed as a hand slid down over his behind while the
other moved around his hip to his stomach, the finger tips
hovering just above the groin. "It happens that I do. He's
famous through six systems for his expertise. At manipulation. Of
various parts of the body."
"Sounds good. Do you have - his number?" His voice
hitched slightly on the last two words as the hand dipped,
sliding over the twitching mass of nerved endings between his
legs.
"This looks serious," his evil Dark-side Master said as
that hand continued it relentless exploration. "I think we
need to get you to bed. Something is growing here."
Obi-Wan tried to push into the hand only to be held in a suddenly
fierce grip. "Did I give you permission to move? I haven't
finished my examination!" The voice was deep, filled with
the unfamiliar steel beneath the velvet familiarity. The hand
continued to roam, suddenly possessive. "Do I need your
permission, Padawan?"
"No, Master," Obi-Wan said, flushed with erotic heat,
holding himself still against the tall, solid body behind him.
"Please touch me."
"Touch you? How should I touch you? Like this." Fingers
worked their way inside his leggings, cupped his genitals.
"Or like this?" The other hand slid behind him, down
the sweat-moistened gap between his cheeks, fingers sliding up
and down with deep, insistent pressure. "Which?
Choose."
Obi-Wan tried to turn but the hand at his front held on, squeezed
his balls and he whimpered, then gasped as one of the fingers at
his rear thrust in through the pulsing muscle ring. He staggered,
heard his tormentor tisk.
"No balance, as I said. You must concentrate!"
"I am concentrating, Sith damn it!" he yelped.
"A Jedi," said the low voice near his ear, "should
be able to meditate through nearly anything. Force-storm, battle,
torture.." The fingers slid to his cock and stroked its hot
length, milking it in slow, sweeping pulls. "Its simply a
matter of control." The other hand at his ass was deep
inside, fingers working at the prostate until he cried out and
came into the hand holding him.
Taking a deep breath, Obi-Wan swung around and glared up into the
face looking down at him with a serene smile. "Alright. Now
it's my turn.."
At that moment the door opened and a party of Padawans entered,
chatting loudly. Qui-Gon tucked his hands into his sleeves and
his smile widened. "Perhaps another time, Padawan. Timing is
very important, as well." He turned, nodded to the
approaching students, and walked out of the training room.
Leaving a Padawan to plan his revenge...
Finish
Though Anna the Mistress of Dark is open to threats and
suggestions and chocolate covered Sith.