Anakin's Fortress - Book II (temporary cover)

Thirty-five - Imprecation

But a man's reach should exceed his grasp, or what's the Force for?
Year 13

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Kat

"Do you know what you've done, Kat?" he asks the moment the lift closes us in. I know by his use of Kat that we would be listened to.

"I've created enemies, sir," I say without emotion. The air feels electric between us...

He lets out a grunt. When he says nothing further, I glance up at him. "Do you disagree with my words, my lord?" I know he does not. I'm asking if he disagrees with my decision to say them.

"Just because words are true doesn't mean they need to be spoken." His head turns to face me, dramatic in his helmet. "Your words were correct, and I enjoyed their reactions. You get this one."

Suddenly, his hands are around my arms and he pulls me to him before pushing me against the wall of the lift. My heart flutters in unexpected fear for just an instant, having never had the Vader mask in my face since the day he took it off for me. It is gone as quickly as it came, replaced with heat from his undeniable arousal in the form of his prominent erection.

"You will not be so blatantly disrespectful to anyone in the top ten again." He presses up against me and his mask looms closer. "Until I say so," he says in the quietest his helmet has ever sounded. The result is a low, vibrating sound that would probably scare the shit out of anyone else.

I press into him, just my hips, and nod quickly. "Yes, Master." My voice comes out shaky, but I don't need to act. There is something...happening. I don't know if he feels it too, but I am far more aroused than the situation calls for. My skin is tingling with a need for him to touch me further, and the knowledge that he can't makes me want it even more. My body is tense and slightly unstable, what I might label as my fight or flight.

But I am hot. The muscles between my legs, all of them, it seems, are clenching sporadically, and I want him to feel it through our clothes.

He lets out a grunt and pulls away with speed, returning to his tall stance. "Pull yourself together," he growls.

It's as if my body responds to him instead of me. I stand straighter, despite my shaking limbs and the need for his hands burning my skin.

"You will walk to my right and a step behind, and pay attention."

"Yes sir." My voice is more calm than I anticipated, as I'm trying hard not to jump him right here, Empire be damned.

"You may speak when spoken to, and when necessary."

This humors me quite a bit, though I continue to ground myself. The whole lift ride has only taken about a minute and a half, but it feels like the blink of an eye. Even through my haze, I know 'necessary' is a very subjective term.

"I understand, Master." He lets out a low growl that lights me up.

I follow him out of the lift and into a wing called Military Affairs, my body still alive with sexual energy.

"That was honestly the most unprofessional meeting I've ever attended, sir," I say when we're not directly near anyone. It's true—everyone working for Vader on Mustafar always seems respectful, even when arguing.

"They're usually more controlled, speaking in turn, at least. I believe your interruption caused the... chaos."

I smirk up at him. Technically he can't see me since I'm a step in front, but I know he's hyper-aware of every move I make, just as I am him. "Really? Who knew I possessed such power." I know he's grinning beneath his helmet, but I look back forward.