The Secret Apprentice | Vader x OC

Devotion

Pushing myself up and onto my feet, I turn around to retrieve the replacement piece from outside of the ship, but instead I am left frozen in place. At first I thought it was part of my imagination, until I was lunged at. The very real black leather glove gripped onto my neck, and my back harshly met up with the wall of the ship. With the air forced out from my lungs, I stared in shock and terror at the person I had been fantasizing about this entire time. Somehow, he had creeped his way onto this ship without an ounce of his presence picked up by me, and not a single sound let out from his breathing. A heavy exhale filled my ears from him, revealing to me that he had held his breath in order to sneak up on me. My hands held tightly onto his glove, my nails digging into the thick material as he suddenly began to grip onto my throat tighter. He was beyond angry, he was pissed. The sensations within the atmosphere he had hid from me suddenly came crashing down onto me as though I were about to get crushed like a bug. The overwhelmingly aggressive  atmosphere around him petrified me, the sense of power radiating from him left me trembling. His projected voice frightened, yet exhilarated me at the same time, "It is impossible to attend to my own thoughts if they are being suffocated by the pitiful begging of your obsessive fantasies."

My heart dropped deep into the pit of my stomach, having forgotten that this Sith Lord is capable of picking up my thoughts. Instantly I began to feel sick to my stomach, realizing he literally heard every part of the fantasies I have been exploiting all day. Attempting to apologize to him through my closed windpipe, nothing escapes my lips, but he continued on, "Shall I entertain my potential at silencing you?" His threat sent chills down my spine, tears beginning to drown my vision.

A snicker barely came through the modulation of his suit, "horny, pathetic excuse of a 'valuable asset'." His grip on my throat loosened, finally I filled my burning lungs with the oxygen they so deeply begged for.

Without warning, his right hand was met with my lips, "Open." He demanded.

Fearfully, I opened my mouth, in which he stuck the tips of his fingers into, "Bite." He ordered.

Hesitantly, I obeyed, which prompted him to withdraw his bare hand from within the glove trapped between my teeth. Out of disbelief, my jaw dropped and I released my grip on his glove at the sight of his bare skin. My soaked cunt immediately ached heavily as the thought of his fingers fucking me senseless invaded my mind.

His voice nearly growled in response to my thought, "How predictable."

Vader's hand traveled to the hem of my pants, inching two fingers below my waistline and past the hem of my panties. The simple tease began to fire me up, my shaky breaths speeding up and deepening in response to my body anticipating more from him.

His hand instead began to travel upward, my top beginning to fold into itself the higher his unpredictable hand moved toward the valley between my breasts. Beyond the crazily fierce sparks that rippled from beneath his warm touch, I was able to feel something more. Something I wondered whether or not he could also feel. A long, deep hum confirmed my theory, the sound having been a mix of him acknowledging the feeling to me, and him simultaneously embracing the strange phenomenon. The sensation I felt could only be described as raw power, as though whatever had been allowing me to feel whenever his presence was near had been significantly amplified in sensitivity as a result of the bare contact of flesh.

He exhaled deeply before speaking, "You wield the power of the Force at your fingertips. My theory is proven to be accurate."

My jaw dropped at his words, in complete disbelief, "...That is impossible..." What his theory was, I was unable to ask as the feeling of his hand breaching the left cup of my bra left me speechless. The heat of his incredible skin and the tame grip he held on my breast about caused my legs to buckle. In my desperation, my eyes concentrated intently on the glass eyes of his helmet, beginning to melt into the sound of his breathing, and the countless different crazes that were gradually overcoming my sense of sanity. My eyes pleaded with him, and in retortion his hand shot from my breast to thrust itself into my pants. His teasing began to irritate me, his hand resting between my hips, the tips of his fingers mere inches from where I craved them the most.