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This had been all her idea. It’s what she kept reminding herself as the moment drew nearer. She told Anakin she was ready to try something else, something scandalous, forbidden. Though she couldn’t think of many more scandalous or forbidden things than her marriage itself, but now that her overly eager husband was setting up the holo-recorder a few feet from the end of their bed she suddenly had cold feet about the whole situation.
“I can sense that you don’t want to do this anymore, you know,” he said with his back still to her and bent at the waist to adjust the positioning of the recorder. “I can put it away, Padmé. I don’t want you doing something you’re not completely sure about or into.”
She pulled the covers of their bed tighter around her breast, suddenly feeling a touch insecure. Maybe even a little shy. A mixture of feelings she hadn’t since very early in their marriage. Anakin always found a way of bringing out a different side of her. Sometimes she even felt like a completely different woman. And that other woman liked the idea. The thrill, the risk, the danger of proof that she belonged to him. In life, in marriage, in bed.
“Uhm, no, that’s not it.” She cursed herself for not being able to better guard her nerves from him and for her sudden lack of poise. Even if it was a little hard to command a room when she sat almost naked, staring at her husband’s golden-tanned backside. “I am into it! I-I think.”
He turned around and shook his head. “No, you’re not. You don’t need to pretend with me.” Anakin picked up the device and tucked it away in the drawer. His attention pulled elsewhere. She let out a quick sigh of relief. “We won’t do it today. Not until you’re sure.”
“Okay,” she whispered.
Waves of both disappointment and joy washed over her when Anakin decided for her. Sometimes that’s what she cherished most about being with him at all. Every day since she was a child, people waited around her for the answers. Solutions. Wanting and needing her to solve every problem and crisis that erupted, both minor and life-threatening. Of course they did. She was their Queen. Now their Senator. It was her job, and she knew that.
Still, Padmé needed one place in the galaxy, where she didn’t have a single decision to make. Anakin gave her that and she submitted willingly every time he gave her an order, made choices for her or took her options away. Inside the room with him, all she had to decide was to continue or to stop. And she rarely chose the latter. Except today, when she was glad he shelved her idea to record themselves having sex and didn’t force her to say it out loud.
He climbed back into bed beside her, resting his large, warm hand on her bare thigh. Only the thin sheet separated her from his searing touch. “Do you want to try something different? Or do you want to be done?”
Done? The audacity.
“Definitely not done,” she quickly blurted out, sliding his hand further up her thigh to make herself clearer. She was pretty certain the anticipation alone had ruined the single piece of clothing she wore, the black lace thong that she swore made Anakin hard the second she mentioned its existence. Oh, they were far from done, even if there was a change of plans. “What else did you have in mind? You know, you can do anything you want to me.”
He raised an eyebrow, considering. “I don’t think that’s true,” Anakin said with a small chuckle. “And that’s okay. Tell me why you changed your mind and we can talk about another way I can take care of you.”
Humiliation if it ever got out? If anyone ever saw her other than Anakin? Complete and total—
“You’re embarrassed,” he stated for her.
“A little.” She felt the warmth rush to her cheeks as she glanced over at him, her bottom lip between her teeth as she nodded. How could she be the wife of a Jedi when she was constantly forgetting how easily he sensed her emotions?
“Why are you embarrassed? It’s just me and you. I see you naked all the time…”
Padmé quickly covered her face with her hand while Anakin tried to pry it away. “Well, I don’t know if I’m comfortable seeing me recorded… You know. Like that. I’ve never watched myself,” she said, barely squeaking out the words.
The impish grin on his face made her blush harder, if at all possible. “I didn’t know you wanted to. You’re beautiful when you come. Do you want me to show you that instead?”
“Ani, I thought you just told me we weren’t going to—”
“We aren’t. I have a better idea so you can see how incredible you are,” he said as he leaned forward, his breath hot against her ear. “And I think you’re gonna be a good girl and let me. Aren’t you?”
Her head fell back with a sigh as his hand came over the apex of her thighs, his palm brushing against her. “Yes. Tell me what you need me to do.”
Anakin kissed down the side left side of her neck before nudging her chin and kissing back up the other side. He didn’t have to say a word for her to get the picture. She sucked in a quick breath and nodded when he sat back and looked to her for permission. “You just wait here…”
Before she could stutter out a response, he was gone, leaving her waiting in anticipation. Her mind immediately started running through scenarios of what he would do to her this time. Anakin could be extremely… creative at times. Padmé shifted around in the covers, her heart rate speeding up from the sound of a drawer opening in the next room, things clattering around as he rifled through wherever he was looking.
“Anakin?” She sat up on her knees, trying to look for him through the doorway. “Where did—”
“Yes?” He reappeared with a bottle of lube in one hand and a vibrator wand in the other, and all sensible thoughts seemed to leave her head right then.
“Just…” With every step he took, closer and closer to where she sat in the center of their bed, she reminded herself to keep breathing. That he hadn’t even touched her properly yet. And that she still wasn’t sure what he meant by he was going to show her. “Wondered where you went. What’s all that for?”
“For you,” he said matter-of-fact.
Anakin sat next to her again, tossing the toy and the bottle onto the sheets and tilting her face toward him. He kissed her, slowly at first, growing hungrier as his lips moved against hers, sucking her bottom lip into his mouth. Padmé leaned into him, grabbing his face and kissing him back harder. A small groan from the back of his throat sent liquid heat straight between her thighs as she started to wrap her arms around his neck. Then he reached back and grabbed her wrist, breaking their kiss and pushing her back. She whimpered as his mouth moved away, her efforts to lean into him stopped by his grip on her. “Patience, angel. I’m going to take care of you.”
“Fine,” she said, her tone more begrudging than anything else, while he chuckled and walked away again. Patience was not a virtue she possessed at a time like this. The only benefit to her now being the sight of the muscles in his back rippling as he walked, and the quick motion he made to adjust himself in his underwear, despite how he clearly tried to conceal it. Next she knew, he was carrying her large floor mirror that he must’ve taken from the refresher to sit in front of the bed and all of her nerves were back. “What are you doing with that?”
“You’re asking a lot of questions. Don’t you trust me?”
“Of course I do. I just like to know.”
“I told you. I’m going to show you how beautiful you look when you’re coming for me.” The way his eyes trailed up her body from where he stood behind the mirror made her skin flush. Anakin always looked at her like she was the only one in a room, in the entire galaxy. That she was the only one who could evoke such a response from him made her feel more powerful than any official position she’d ever held.
“Oh. Well, I can’t wait then,” she purred, not even knowing where the sentiment came from but not regretting the hitch of his breath or the darkening of his eyes she was rewarded with. Feeling braver and more accustom, knowing the plan even if incomplete, she let the sheet fall from her chest to drape around her hips. The cool air of the room hitting her flushed skin, causing her to shiver.
“Then I won’t keep you waiting. Looks like you need warmed up, anyway.”
She grinned, ducking her chin to her chest while Anakin swiftly moved back to her side, hopping onto the bed. He looked up at the mirror once to check its position before turning all attention to her.
A moment later, his hands were on her, cupping her breasts, and she sighed while he massaged her flesh, flicking his thumbs against her nipples. The cold metal of his mechno-hand causing goosebumps to break out on her skin while he continued circling her nipple with the smooth pad of his thumb.
He slid his flesh hand up, his fingers gently curling around her throat and pressing experimentally into the sides of her neck.
Padmé gasped, her eyes widening with the realization. He was initiating this for once.
Anakin was more reluctant than she imagined when she first asked if he would choke her, still figuring out their dynamic when she told him she was willing to give in to any of his desires if he would do the same. But after the first few times, he grew comfortable using either hand now that he had better control and sensory input from his prosthetic.
And knowing the same hands he used for enemies on the battlefield were gently taking her breath away because she asked that of him felt even better than she ever expected.
“How was that?” He asked, letting up on the pressure but keeping his hand around her. “Was that okay or do you need more? Or less?”
The firmness of the way he held her, the way his eyes studied her face and held her attention, she loved that he always moved with such care. Padmé laid her small hand over his and pushed his finger harder against her skin. “It was good. Next time, press a little harder with your finger like that.”
He nodded, adjusting his grip before squeezing tighter than before, making it everything she craved. She looked into his beautiful blue eyes, staring back into hers with loving devotion, trying to get this just right. Her force signature would’ve given away any true discomfort, but he always opted to ask, only using it to intervene when he thought she wasn’t being completely honest.
Just as she started growing dizzy, he released her again, and she took a deep breath, reveling in the lightheaded rush that overtook her.
“Better? You want me to choke you when I make you come?”
“Perfect,” she breathed, running her hand up his arm and around his shoulder. “Yes, please.”
He let go, stroking her cheek with the back of his fingers. “Okay, come to the end of the bed so I can sit behind you and we can both see you. On top of the covers.”
The sheets rustled beneath her knees as she moved. Her short legs dangled over the edge as she sat at the foot of the bed. “Here?”
Anakin grabbed two pillows and sat down behind her, lazily using the force to bring the toy and lube with him. “Back here,” he said. He motioned for her to sit between his legs, so she did. “Now, lean back and spread your legs.”
Padmé looked at him in the mirror and leaned into the familiar warmth of his chest, keeping her eyes locked on his as she opened her legs just barely. “Like this?” She knew better and knew that wasn’t what he meant, but occasionally, provoking him was one thing that turned her on most. And whether he admitted it, he loved it just as much when she played coy.
“Wider,” he growled in her ear, sending a pleasant shiver down her spine. She bit down on her lip and parted her legs further, feeling his gaze on her as she positioned herself. Anakin nipped just behind her ear and roughly grabbed her thighs, pulling her legs apart and propping pillows under her knees to keep her exactly how he wanted her. She moaned as he ran his hand over her, his middle finger stroking her clit through the thin lace. “That’s much better.” His organic hand stayed on her inner thigh while his mechanical hand came around her neck, pressing into her flesh as practiced. “Put your hands back. And look up to see how beautiful you are laying like this in my arms.”
She followed his instructions, reaching behind her and supporting herself with her palms pressing into the bed on either side of his thighs. She’d been so lost in every way he was touching her, moving her, watching her. Nearly forgetting about the actual plan. Until she took a second look in the mirror and saw herself practically naked with his hand wrapped around her throat, just beneath her jaw. Her hair hung loosely down her back as the back of her head rested against his sternum, her chest rising and falling with each sharp intake of breath as he ghosted his fingers up and down the insides of her thighs. Anakin was completely in control now and it was all she could do to not mewl.
She turned her head slightly, looking up at him with a silent plea. Whether by use of the force or just knowing her that well, he kissed her. It was anything but reserved, biting her lips, claiming her mouth as his, moving his tongue around hers. While she melted into his kiss, his fingers deftly pushed the lace between her legs aside and slid through her slick folds, causing her to moan into his mouth. He gripped her face, sucking on her tongue while he rubbed her clit between his index and middle fingers. She gripped the sheets tight in one hand, digging her nails into his thigh with the other until he broke their kiss. “Fuck…”
His tongue flicked out to wet his lips as he smiled. “You want this,” he said, one finger tracing along her slit, her arousal coating his touch. “Want to watch you coming on my fingers with my other hand wrapped around your throat?” He turned her face back toward the mirror, holding her as he plunged a finger inside her, pumping slowly while she moaned.
“Please,” she whined. “Yes, please.” All she could do was relax into him, tilting her hips toward his hand and forcing her legs to stay open despite how badly she wanted to squeeze them shut and trap him between her thighs until she came. He added a second finger, pumping her with a steady rhythm that rocked her back against him with every move, then he removed them suddenly. She clenched down on nothing, groaning at the sudden loss with a shaky breath. He released her, lifting his hand and spreading his fingers, her arousal webbing between them.
“Soaking wet, being so open and exposed like this. You love it, don’t you? Secretly wanting people to know there’s another side to you that belongs to me?” His breath was hot against her ear. “One that loves the way only I can make you come.”
She panted heavily, looking back at him with a furious blush returning to her face. She didn’t want to answer that, wanted to deny the very truth, but her silence said it all just the same. He knew how she felt regardless, and anything he didn’t, her body had told him in its betrayal to the modesty she no longer concerned herself with. The only thing she cared about now was having his long, thick fingers working wonders on her body again. “Anakin.” She reached up and grabbed his wrist. “Touch me again.”
“Ah, ah,” he said admonishingly. “Take these off so I can see your pretty pussy first.” He pulled the waistband of her thong and let it snap against her skin, making her jump. Momentarily, she was shocked that he gave her a second to slide them off. More times than she could count, she assumed he had an open vendetta against her lingerie with the speed he would shred them off her body.
While she lifted her hips, struggling to slip them off and stay in place, she saw him licking his fingers clean in the mirror behind her and couldn’t help the soft gasp she made. He caught her eye and smiled, the glint in his eyes returning as he let them travel over her frame, knowing he was staring right between her thighs when a drawn-out moan rumbled in his chest as she tossed her underwear aside. The knowledge of that made her crazy, stirring some deeper need for him inside of her.
“Now will you touch me?” She wiggled her ass just enough to feel his hard cock against her back before he was scooping his hands underneath her and spreading her legs even wider than before. Anakin ducked his head, nipping a path across her shoulder to her ear as he ran his rough hand over both her breasts, tweaking her nipples between his fingers, before trailing down her stomach and back between her thighs. She bucked her hips up into him with an impatient whine, needing his hands on her, inside her, again.
“I am touching you.” Anakin laughed, only to her disappointment. He started running both his hands up and down her sides, the flat plane of her stomach, gripping her inner thighs. Touching her everywhere but there. “You’re so needy today.”
“You made me this way.”
“And I love you like this,” he whispered, his voice low in her ear. “Love hearing the sounds you make. Watching you fall apart just for me.” It was truly nothing out of the ordinary and yet one of the sexiest things she’d ever heard made perfect when he sank his fingers into her wet heat.
Padmé cried out, arching her back. Her hands scrambled to find something to hold on to as his fingers pressed lightly into the soft flesh of her neck. “Ani, right there.”
He pulled his fingers back slowly, dragging them out and spreading her open. “So beautiful,” he mumbled in her ear. “You’re so beautiful, Padmé.” He tugged her earlobe between his lips, looking at her in the mirror. His fingers rubbed rough circles around her clit and her jaw went slack, completely relaxing in to him as he pushed back inside her, deeper, curling his fingers.
“Oh, fuck yes, that feels so good.” She was rapidly approaching her peak, far sooner than she expected, but with Anakin panting in her ear, his fingertips gripping the sides of her neck, and him pumping in and out of her at a steady rate, it was her undoing. He had her aching. Her thighs shook as she tried to stay still but began writhing under his hands, choking out a sob. His grip on her throat tightened, quickly grabbing the vibrator with his other hand, making her groan and shift her legs around frantically, rocking her hips, seeking any sensation she could without him.
“Look at you. You’re such a good girl for me,” he breathed into the crook of her neck. With his free hand, he dripped lubricant across her chest, dripping down her stomach and hips. He took his time circling her nipples, dragging his fingers over her and making her breath catch in her throat. She inhaled sharply when he gathered it with his fingers and gently glided them through her folds before he turned the vibrator on the lowest setting. “Ready for more?”
“Ready for anything,” she managed breathlessly. Ready for whatever would push her past the near delirium she felt now before she burst. Padmé’s eyes widened, and she reached behind her to wrap her arms around his neck, holding onto him as he pressed the toy against her clit, making her scream. The sudden powerful feeling overwhelming her, she immediately squeezed her legs tight on his hand, gripping his golden locks in her fists tight. Anakin turned off the device, running his hand over her legs, opening them back up and cupping her firmly until her breathing evened out again. “F-fuck… Oh. Oh, fuck, Anakin! Too—” she stammered, shaking her head and jolting each time the tips of his fingers tapped against her clit.
“Too much?” He pressed down, slipping one finger into her pussy. The weight of his hand pushing against her helping her to relax. “Tell me how you feel, angel.”
“Too good. I—I need…” Padmé sunk her teeth down into her bottom lip hard, grinding her hips hard against his palm. He looked almost mesmerized, letting her take what she needed for once without stopping her. “Don’t stop, I can take it…”
“You’re going to.”
Ugh. If coming apart then and there was an option, she was ready to. Gone now were any remains of initial shyness as she rocked into his hand. She curled her arms around him, holding him tight for leverage and comfort, not exactly knowing what to do with her hands as he continued his ministrations.
He stroked her lazily, adding a second, and then a third digit as he did. Stretching her around his fingers, the way she loved. Her inner walls fluttered around him as she bit back a moan when he increased the pace to build her up again. He thumbed her clit, flicking it in rhythm with his strokes, pressing deeper. Each time he curled his fingers, they brushed against that sweet spot inside her, causing her hips to rise involuntarily.
The coiling sensation in her lower back grew tighter, a string of curses coming from her as she chased the need for release as he moved faster. She was so close, breathy moans shaking her as her words came out in a jumbled mess. “Ani, I’m gonna come. Please. Please, let… make… me come.” She whimpered, knowing he was about to take away the fullness from inside her, but hoping she would get what she needed in return.
Anakin turned her face toward him and kissed her languidly while he reached for the toy. “Relax into it, and just watch. I’ve got you.” He sat up more, pushing her up with him and gripped behind her jaw tight with his thumb and index finger right where she needed them. She had one second to catch his reflection, getting lost in the glassy look in his eyes before the warmth of his hand was back in her lap and her body tensed. He turned the vibrator back on, running it across her hips, up and down the sensitive flesh on the insides of her thighs, and finally along her folds before holding it against her clit and turning it up gradually to the highest setting. “Come for me, Padmé,” he rasped, kissing and nipping at the back of her neck. “Let go for me.”
She gripped the sheets tight in her hands, crying out his name while her orgasm overtook all of her senses. Rocking and grinding against the toy, the bed, his palm, anything, as she squirmed. He held her in place against his chest as she tried to arch away, prolonging her release until tears pricked the corners of her eyes. Her sobs were cut off with the increasing pressure against the sides of her neck as everything faded away and there was only her and her husband left before her eyes rolled back, giving into pure bliss.
When she came back down, Anakin was holding her in his arms, peppering kisses into her hair and murmuring praise against her skin. “You’re so perfect. So, so good.”
He brushed his soft lips over the side of her neck where his fingers had been, sending a small shockwave through her again that made her cling to him. Her breath was still shaky, and she felt boneless when she went to stroke his cheek with her hand. Anakin turned his face to gently kiss her palm instead. When she felt like she could talk again, she whispered, “Ani. That was incredible…”
“You were amazing.” He shifted her in his arms, laying down with her and wiping the sweat dampened hair from her face. “Do you need anything?”
She glanced around the room, settling back into reality, and realizing how dry her throat was. “A drink?”
He gave her a quick peck on the lips. “Of course, I’ll get it. And a warm washcloth.” He came back to her as promised, handing her the glass while he started to clean her up. Gentle as he was, she still nearly choked on her water with the sensation of his hands between her legs again before he set the glass aside for her. “Sorry. I just didn’t want you to be uncomfortable."
Padmé covered his hand with one of hers and cupped his cheek with her other as she leaned in to kiss him. “It’s okay. Thank you.” He looked slightly taken aback, so she ran her hand through his hair once more and leaned closer to clarify. “For taking care of me and making me feel so good all the time.”
“My pleasure,” he said with a grin, wrapping his arms around her.
“Definitely was mine.”
“I think you’re right.” He laughed and kissed her temple, sweeping her hair over one shoulder. “I could’ve come from watching you though.”
Admittedly, it was pretty incredible to see everything he was doing to her as it was happening. To be able to watch her own reactions while she felt them, and his when he was behind her and normally out of sight. In some ways, she sort of regretted not going through with the original plan. Her memory was already hazy toward the end when her eyes were half-lidded and struggling to stay open. Plus, it could serve for some interesting background entertainment in the future…
“Maybe next time I’ll be ready for the holo…”
He perked up, digging his fingertips tighter into her hip. “Next time?” She felt the familiar heat of his cock on her thigh as he moved his hips toward her. “Like now? Because I’m...”
“On a different day, my love.” She looked over at him and couldn’t resist rolling her eyes. “One first is enough for me today.”
“Alright.” His grin faltered, but he tried to remain enthusiastic while he wrapped her in the blankets with him. “Next time.” The subtle look of disappointment, completely overshadowed by his wide smile, was adorable. And exactly why she could give herself to Anakin, every time, and do things she never would’ve considered otherwise.
“But—” She rolled over to lay face-to-face with him. “—I might just be ready to go again, if you still are.” Padmé traced the outline of his cock in his underwear, thumbing the small wet spot that had formed at the tip and making him gasp. “And it looks like you are.”
His eyes lit up the way they always did. There was almost a surprised innocence about him, as if he couldn’t believe she wanted him just as bad as he wanted her. But she did, and always had, since the moment he’d come back into her life.
“I love you so much,” he said, pulling her into a passionate kiss, sloppier than she envisioned and wonderful all the same. “So, so much.”
She wanted to match his enthusiasm, but ended up giggling instead, breaking the moment. “I love you too. Now lay back and let me take care of you.” She pressed her fingertip to the center of his chest and pushed until he dramatically fell onto his back, and she shifted to straddle his lap.