Qui-Gon moans softly, pulling at his restraints, as you slowly trace intricate patterns on his body. You got to choose the game tonight and promptly suggested a bit of payback, without the help of his sexy padawan. Qui-Gon is yours tonight, dammit. Maybe later, Obi. If you're good.

He watched you as you fastened the first restraint, his blindfold, a blue silk scarf tied securely in place. You stripped him carefully, making sure you stroke every inch of his skin, touch every part of his beautiful body. He let you secure his wrists and ankles, his whole body tight with anticipation. You brush his lips with yours. "Are you ready love?"

"Oh yes, please."

You kneel beside him, stroking with light fingertips, drawing long lines along his chest, starting at his collarbone, slowly, lightly across his chest, carefully flicking his nipple with your nail, further down his chest, down his taut stomach muscles, then gently angling inward, across his hips, twining in the soft curls where his hard-as-rock shaft lays. He shudders, flinching as you use your nails to tease the soft skin of his inner thigh. His breath is now starting to quicken. "Qui-Gon, relax," you tease, carefully stroking the crease that separates his hip and leg.

"Yes love."

He's trying to anticipate your next move, feeling your hot breath on his stomach, taunting him by carefully tasting his skin, nipping him in random spots. You lean back again, watching him start to pull against his bonds. He could break them if he needed to, but you know he's really enjoying this. You reach lower and cup his sac, massaging him carefully. His breath catches then, as you close your lips over one of his flat male nipples, bringing it immediately to attention. You suck carefully, still teasing him with your fingers, your hair lightly brushing his skin. Pulling away you turn your attentions to the other nipple, giving the first a quick, gentle bite before moving on. His breathing is quicker now, his skin is very warm. You move your lips across his body, nipping his stomach, licking his hips, biting his kneecaps. You move between his legs, brushing your hair over his skin, hearing him moan softly in response. You lower your head between his legs and taste the sensitive spot at the base of his cock. You feel him flinch, his breath catch again, and feel him pulling at the restraints again. You tickle him a bit longer, then raise yourself up, making sure you aren't touching him anywhere. He starts to tense again, trying to anticipate you again. You carefully lean over and flick the tip of his cock with your tongue.

"Gods."

He tilts his hips up, wanting more. You chuckle then as a slow moan escapes his lips.

"Little one, please."

He's begging now. Geez, he's sexy when he begs. You flick the tip again, watching him flinch. You give a throaty growl and he whimpers again.

"Little one please."

You smile, drinking in the lines of this beautiful man lying before you. You lean forward then, your mouth closing over his cock.

"GODS!"

He shouts, arching off the bed, his skin now damp with a light sheen of sweat. You suck him softly at first, loving his moans and sighs. You now move up and down, stroking his length, feeling him thrust into your wet mouth, his breath now coming in ragged gasps. You feel him start to tense up and abruptly stop, watching him arch off the bed.

"Love, please."

"Patience Qui-Gon," you soothe, running your fingers along his legs, across his hips, lightly teasing the ruby red head of his shaft. He flinches, whimpering. You lean over him and kiss him deeply. He responds very enthusiastically, biting your lips, licking them, moaning against your mouth. You give him a few minutes to calm himself then straddle his hips, taking his cock between your fingers and rubbing it against your clit. This drives him mad again, sending him into incoherent pleas and breathy moans. You slowly slide him in you, moving away from his arching hips. "Patience love." You slowly sheath him in you, enjoying how he fills you, throbs in you, the feel of him. You start to ride him then, leaning over to kiss him softly, quickly. He's starting to move against you, his groans filling the air, echoing off the walls. You feel him throb in you, pulsing and just as he's at his brink, you stop, pulling him out of you, biting your own lip to keep from screaming.

"Please." The word is a harsh shudder through clenched teeth. "You're driving me mad."

You lean over and kiss him again, chuckling lustily at his growl. His whole body is tense, slick with sweat, shaking like a leaf in a storm. You take him between your fingers and tease yourself with his cock, watching him flinch under you, arching up against you.

"Please little one."

You guide him into you quickly, letting his shout fill the air. You then kiss him once, then ride him mercilessly, screaming your pleasure, drinking in his moans. He's arching up wildly against you, out of control and literally comes in a violent wave, shouting your name, filling you to overflowing. You climax with him, shaking madly, then collapse on his heaving chest.

"Gods," he breathes.

You smile weakly and press kisses on his chest. With shaky fingers you undo his bonds, and he quickly wraps you in his arms, rolling onto his side.

"We will rest," he says softly, tucking you into his embrace. "Then we will do that again."

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