Control The Uncontrollable // The Acolyte

58. Sins

Your mind had been focusing for so long on finding the ship, you didn't even notice that no one was inside of it when you finally stood outside of it. They were fueling it up. You stared at it blankly. You were confident that this was his ship, yet you had a thousand questions of why he was here. This planet was out of the Republic, and had a rather large hatred of the Jedi. Did he know you were here? Did he come to bring you home? You couldn't leave yet, it was too early with too many unanswered questions.

"Looks like a Jedi's commander ship," Qimir mumbled beside you.

You looked over at him, nodding.

"It is," You walked over to the ship, and laid your hand on the lock. You smiled weakly when the gate began to open.

Elzar had never told you before that he had given you access to his ship, it warmed your heart that he did. You began to walk in on the ship, and heard Qimir's footsteps behind you. It was nothing here to hide. You weren't going to leave Qimir, but you couldn't stop your temptation of stepping inside your old memories. Nothing had changed. You walked to the cockpit and sat down in the pilot seat, and took a deep breath.

Qimir couldn't stop but feel like this ship was haunting him. He didn't know why, but it all felt similar to him. Like he had seen this place before. Which didn't make sense because he couldn't impossibly have been on this ship when he was a padawan, these ships were only a few years old. He was confused. His eyes were disoriented until you stood up, and he could feel a sense of peace wash over him.

It was the first time this evening he had been able to see you without his anger on his mind. The dress looked magical on you. The deep red color with how form-fitting the dress was, showcasing every beautiful curve on your body made him feel a certain way. The revealing skin, just waiting to be touched. The two of you needed to get back to your room.

"Should we go back?" Qimir shrugged, trying to act causal.

"Wait, I can hear something," You said, beginning to walk the corridors.

Qimir fell at your behind, as you so beautifully swung your hips as you walked the ground. How could he not? The dress framed it in so perfectly. Suddenly he noticed you leaning forward. He swore under his breath, it almost felt like you were teasing him. Suddenly you turned around, breaking the illusion for him.

"Look what I found," You said, waving your lightsabers.

Qimir suddenly looked around in the room you stood in. This was a bedroom. His eyes began to flicker. He had seen this room before. Something was off, he pressed his eyes together, and tried to focus. It was at that moment it clicked for him. His jaw clinched, and his hand formed into fists. This was where you had realized the vision of you being intimate with another being, this is a being that was not him.

His eyes opened as he saw you smiling in front of the bed. Were you trying to fool him? Make a joke? You walked past him back to the cockpit. His eyes drilling into the bed. He could still see your bare body moving at the top of the man of light. Qimir felt ill, physically ill. Angry. Furious. He began walking back towards you, and stopped meters away. You were just acting innocent, staring out the windows. You turned around, and began walking towards him.

"Okay let's go, I got what I wanted," You smiled walking past him, but he immediately grabbed your wrist pulling you back into the cockpit. He laid his hand on your waist.

"I think we should stay," Qimir enjoyed the surprise on your face from his force. He sensed how your hands tighten around your lightsabers like you were anxious.

"I want to stay," Qimir said, his hand curled around to your beautiful behind, getting a gentle squeeze. His hand trailed to the shorter part of your dress, up your inner thighs. You immediately squeezed your thighs together, in a pathetic way of trying to stop him. A smirk grew on his lips.

"Qimir let's not do it here, let's go back to our beautiful chambers-" You began, he could hear the distress in your voice. He pushed your body up against the control panel. Very deliberately, letting the shape of his growing length up against you, making you more than aware.

"I think it's better to get rid of it before we walk the long way back," He whispered against your skin.

You see, the thing was, if you and your then partner thought it was okay for you to leave him with the haunting pictures of you embracing another man, Qimir could do the same thing. It's a rather strange, but honest way, it turned him on. He wanted to haunt the man who owned this ship till death took him apart. He wanted the man to have the visions of you being fucked in his ship every time he had to sit in that pilot seat haunting him.

Qimir easily pushed his hand up through your closed up thighs, until his fingertips touched your undergarments. Ah, look at you. He could feel that you were wearing something nice for him. His fingertips brushed playfully against your folds, he could feel you were already warming up for him. Your face were turned the other way, a full display of shaming washing over you.

"C'mon, open your legs for me," He whispered against your ear.

Qimir wanted the man to see how much you wanted him. How desperate you were for his touch. You could act as innocent as you wanted, but Qimir could feel how your body responded to his touch. He began to kiss your neck, exactly the way you liked. Lightly, but with love. He could feel the pressure from your legs loosen up, like you were losing focus. Your undergarments getting damper and damper, and before you knew it, you stepped your legs apart for him.

"Good girl," He whispered with a smug.

He watched as your eyes closed in pleasure when you finally felt his fingers inside of you, how you hitched for air under his touch. It was such a sight to see a woman losing her mind to freedom. Freedom to feel all her emotions, without shame, without rules dictating her. How you exploded with emotions, the second his hand began to rub your clit. Your hands clawed into the wall, helpless. He could already hear you moan.

"You want more?" he whispered, his voice dark. You nodded desperately. He lifted you up on the control panel, as he positioned himself in the middle of your legs.

Your eyes were wild with imagination, sparkle of anticipation. He never got tired of staring into the light of your eyes. The hope you so dearly, helplessly held into. He knew your heart meant well, but it doesn't erase your sins. His thumb brushed against your lips.

"You belong to me," Qimir whispered.

Fuck, Elzar was never going to forgive you.