Crossroads

Stand Strong

Vader's POV 

Warning: Sexual Content Ahead

"What the hell are you doing here?" I barked, still in shock to find my apprentice waiting for me after I had showered. 

Ok, not in that way.  I had women wait for me in that particular way sometimes-- not Rayya though.  Hell no.  

Not only was she my apprentice, thus making her my responsibility.  But because she was a Jedi, the enemy, an enemy that I had sworn to hunt down and destroy, bit by bit.  Little by little until their light was snuffed out of this galaxy. I wouldn't be interested in her even if she wasn't a Jedi, and that's saying a lot.  I may be a murderer and a madman, but I still have some standards. 

And Rayya does not meet those.  She's too combative, too feisty, too much like a god-forsaken brat for me to put up with her.  She talks back, clearly, and that gets her in trouble way too frequently. I doubt she could handle me, in or out of the bedroom. 

Wait, why am I thinking about the bedroom and my apprentice? 

Well, cause the way she's staring at me, it's clear that it is on her mind. I can see the rise and fall of her chest quickening; her eyes take me in, gulping in my appearance like I am a glass of water and she's parched of thirst. Her eyes are wide-rimmed, shimmering with what could only be described as wild lust and intrigue. 

No, no.  

I wasn't interested.  I had to shut this down now. 

I cleared my throat, breaking the tense silence settling between us.  It wasn't just because of my position as her Master; it wasn't just because she was a Jedi; and it wasn't just because my master would kill me swiftly if he discovered I had developed some sort of sexual connection with her. 

It was because after so long, I knew I didn't have the capacity to actually have a connection with a woman.  Yes, I frequently had women waiting for me in my chambers after a long, tedious day.  But they knew what they were signing up for, as did I-- a night of pure, physical pleasure.  Nothing more, nothing less. 

With Rayya, I had a feeling that just one night of pleasure would undoubtedly grow and twist into something more.  Something more that I could not possibly give. 

"What do you need, Rayya?" I spoke, though my voice was low and gravely and tense.  I didn't exactly know where that came from. 

"Uh, I-I." She stuttered, clearly trying to form words while she still stared at my bare chest. 

"Rayya, my eyes are up here," I snapped slightly. I needed her to tell me what happened or what was wrong so she could get out of here and I could go to sleep. 

Her face turned bright red, clearly embarrassed that I had called her out on her ogling me. "I was wondering if my blood results returned from the lab." She spoke quickly, her voice rugged and soft. I tried not to read too far into that. 

Actually, the results had been delivered to me just about an hour ago.  I had just returned to my chambers when a droid came and dropped them off. I had glanced over them before getting into the shower. 

I nodded and retrieved a piece of paper lying on my bedside table.  I handed it to her, careful to not let our fingers touch or allow the paper to be dampened by my freshly showered body. She eyed me up and down before turning to the bloodwork.  I allowed her to skim it for a few seconds before I spoke again. 

"Your iron is dangerously low.  As are your protein and sodium levels.  Your white blood cell count is bordering on the dangerous side, and we need to increase that as soon as possible."

I can see her shoulders deflate as she takes in my words and continues to read the paper. Clearly, it is difficult for her to hear that her health is so dangerous and low. 

"What does that mean for training?" She questioned. 

"It means we will have to take it easy the first few weeks, but once you start eating properly and gaining some weight back, we can increase the intensity." That's what the droid had beeped when it dropped off the papers-- doctor's orders, apparently. And I would follow them.  If she died or was seriously injured during an early training session, she was of no use to me.  I needed her alive and well and fed if she was going to help the Empire. 

"Thank you." She said quietly, now looking at the floor rather than at me. She reached out to hand me back the paper, and I made the awful mistake of allowing her fingers to touch mine. 

Huge. 

Colossal. 

Mistake. 

I felt a zing of electricity immediately, traveling through my body from my toes to my spine.  My cock twitched slightly, which was NOT good since the only thing between it and the outside world was a towel around my waist. 

Yes, she was attractive.  Yes, she was beautiful and stubborn and tough.  But she was off limits, and I certainly could never go there.  For many, many reasons.  

I could tell she felt the zing as well, her eyes wide-rimmed again, her chest heaving slightly.  It took a lot of will power to stay out of her head. 

"Is there anything else, Rayya?" I asked, trying to get her the hell out of here. 

"No, no that's it.  Thank you, Master.  Have a good night." She turned quickly and walked toward the door.

"Tomorrow, 8 AM.  I'll come and get you." I spoke quickly.  By the time I finished speaking, the door had closed and she was gone. 

I busied myself with getting ready for bed-- threw on a shirt and boxers, and closed the lights and windows.  And all the while, my cock was still twitching.  It was getting to the point where it was starting to get painful. But no.  No.  No. No. No. 

I would not touch myself to the thought of her.  Once I did that, the line was crossed and I would be more likely to succumb to my urges and touch her.  Touch her pretty neck, choke her, as I slid my cock between her soaking wet thighs...Damnit!!! 

My cock sprung up, now standing erect in my boxers.  I winced and groaned in frustration.  I was so tempted; I needed some relief.  Since Rayya had arrived, I hadn't been with a woman. Some of my regulars had reached out, though I never said anything more to them.  I was not going to read further into that, either. 

But I knew I was going to have to tough it out and stand strong. If I gave in now, the rest of my training with Rayya would be undeniably torturous. 

I sighed and flipped over in bed, my cock protesting.

It's gonna be a long night....