Gilded Chains (Star Wars Ep. 1)

I stepped into the darkened room, my eyes useless in the inky blackness, but I knew he was there. I could smell him, his desire. I could hear him, his rapid breathing. I could almost taste him, his sweat-drenched skin.

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Gilded Chains

I stepped into the darkened room, my eyes useless in the inky blackness, but I knew he was there. I could smell him, his desire. I could hear him, his rapid breathing. I could almost taste him, his sweat-drenched skin.

His voice wrapped around me like a gilded chain, tight and secure, but precious and full of his light.

"Come to me. Kneel before me and worship as you should."

I could do nothing less. I slid to my knees and closed the distance remaining between us like a well-mannered dog.

Once I was at his feet, I kissed the tops of them, a small token of my praise. It earned me a yank to my hair.

"I didn't say you could touch me. I know it was meant as a gesture of worship, so this time it will go unpunished, but only this time. Understood?"

Knowing I did not have permission to speak I merely nodded.

"Good. Just remember your place."

He released my hair, and stroked my cheek. It took every ounce of willpower I possessed not to lean into that caress.

"Take me in your mouth, pleasure me. But do not touch me otherwise."

The command given, I could not refuse. Putting my hands behind my back so I wouldn't accidentally break his rule, I leaned forward and took his half-hard cock into my mouth. Slowly I began to work it with my tongue and lips. He hardened under my ministrations, but gave no other sign that I was pleasing him. I continued for some time, and then he grabbed my hair again, pulling me away. I barely clamped down on the whimper of loss.

"You are a good little cocksucker. I am pleased. But I have better uses for you. Get to your feet." His command was punctuated with a yank on my hair, dragging me upward. Once up, I bowed my head. Even though in the darkness I wouldn't have been able to see his face, I knew I was not allowed to look at him. I could almost feel the smile on his lips at my good behavior. However, it wasn't commented on.

His hands began to explore my naked body. Quickly finding my nipples, he proceeded to tease them into hard nubs. Once he was satisfied with their hardness, he twisted them. I had to bite my lip to keep from crying out at the sudden, delicious pain.

His touch disappeared into the darkness, but quickly returned. The clamps he placed on my already sensitive nipples bit into my flesh with metal teeth. I couldn't stop the whimper that escaped my lips as I felt the blood dripping down my chest. The sound earned a tug on the cruel instruments.

"No sounds, not until I allow it."

His hands traveled down my chest, over my abdomen, and into the tangles of my pubic hair. They stopped there, teasing the sensitive skin. With a movement as fast as quicksilver I was pressed against him, the nipple clamps pulling and he ground his hips against mine. This time I drew blood as I bit my lip to stop from moaning.

He bit my neck, and I knew the mark would last for several days. I also knew I would wear his mark with pride. His voice was harsh, husky with desire.

"I'm going to use you in ways you have never even imagined. I will treat you like the whore we both know you are, and have no remorse. Your blood and tears will be my lubricants. And I will leave you wanting me to do it again."

He kissed me, hard, hurting my already bruised and bleeding lip. His tongue traced the bite, lapping at the welling of blood he found there. I longed to return the kiss, to wrap my arms around him and pull him closer, but I did nothing, it wasn't my place. I felt his smile against my lips. I was pleasing him.

He pulled away, and I was left alone in the darkness. I knew he was near, but I couldn't see him. I started to shiver, wondering what was next, but I remained silent.

Something cold and smooth wrapped around my wrist, locking into place with an audible click. Then the same was done to the other. The metal cuffs prevented me from opening my arms much wider than the width of my body. I could feel the tug as he attached the chain that would connect them to the anklets I knew would soon appear.

He kicked my legs further apart, and I had to struggle to remain standing. The separator bar was fastened to my ankles. Then, pushing the back of my head he bend me over a cold metal rail, and the chain of my cuffs was attached to the bar. I was left vulnerable to his every desire. His hands stroked along my flanks. He spread my ass cheeks with each stroke, stretching the ring of muscle there without touching it.

"I think you need to be prepared before I fuck you. I think you should be stretched so I don't have to fight to get my dick inside you."

His hands left me once again. I strained to hear anything that would give me a clue as to his plans. But the darkness revealed nothing.

Something cold and hard was run down my crack, then back up again, stopping over the opening to my body. Pressure was applied, and the ring of muscle gave allowing it to begin penetrating me.

"Let me hear you, I want to hear your whimpers."

So I did. A quiet cry of pain rushed out of my lungs, but that pain with laced with pleasure. The object continued to be pushed into me. Neither it nor I had been lubricated. The slow burn of being stretched dry was maddening. My cries became louder, more like sobs, but the entering continued.

The widest point of the plug was pushed into me and I arched as much as I could once my ass closed around the flange. The burn was lessening, turning into the flush of pleasure. My cock was so erect it hurt. "Please." I begged softly.

"Please what?" He thumped the end of the plug, causing it to vibrate within me. I writhed within my bonds. "Please take it out, please keep it in? You have to be more specific with your pleas my little whore."

"Please touch me."

"Ah, you wish me to pleasure you. I'm sorry, but this isn't for you." He thumped the plug again, ripping a moan from my throat and I felt him moving around me again. Once he was standing in front of me, he pressed his cock head against my lips. "I'm going to fuck your mouth." I hadn't even gotten my lips fully parted before he thrust into me. I swallowed the bile that rushed to my throat as I gagged then used my tongue on the underside of his erection.

His hands found their way into my hair again, tugging at it as he continued to thrust. The moans of his pleasure shot straight to my already aching balls and I moaned around him. He hissed as I did, his thrusts becoming almost frantic. Suddenly my mouth was empty.

"Despite the fact I would love to cum in your mouth, I have other things in mind."

He moved back around me. In one swift motion the plug was removed and I was left gasping, both from the sudden shock of it and from the feeling of emptiness it left in it's wake. I whimpered my protest and received a sharp slap to my ass cheek for it.

"You will take your pleasure in what I offer to you, and you will not complain"

Another strike fell and I gasped. Again I heard him rummaging around behind me. My cock twitched with anticipation for whatever was coming next. It was not what I expected.

The feeling of his tongue against my opening ripped a roar of pure pleasure from me, and I tried to wriggle back against its wet warmth, but my bonds left me at his mercy. He continued lapping at me, his tongue pressing inside me. I almost came from just this, but he stopped just before my release came. His fingers binding around the base of my cock, making sure I did not finish.

"Oh no, as I said, this is my pleasure, not yours."

Without warning he was buried balls deep within me. There was no pause before he pulled out and thrust back in. I cried out, giving voice to my pleasure. As he pounded into me, he shifted so he would brush against my prostate with every earth-shattering thrust. I was lost to the stars that exploded behind my eyes. Reduced to a whimpering mass of undiluted, primal passion. He kept my orgasm at bay, his fingers almost bruisingly tight around the base of my aching shaft.

I felt him shudder and he came with a grunt, filling me with his hot seed. He slumped over my back, crushing me into the rail I was draped over. However, I did not complain, I wasn't allowed.

After a time he began to move, slowly lifting off of me, his spent member slipping from inside me. I bit back the whimper of protest. I felt him removing the separator bar, unlatching my cuff chain from it.

"You may stand." He said gruffly. Then I felt him move away from me.

As I fought to regain my feet, the lights came up. Not to their full strength, but enough to see by. In the twilight, I saw him move to the bed and lie down on it. My eyes drank in the beauty of him.

He rolled over to his side, facing me, and idly stroked his now soft member. "I want to watch you get yourself off. Masturbate for me."

I was still wearing the wrist cuffs, and the chain was still connected to them, so I wrapped it around my cock. The cold metal felt amazing against my overheated skin. My moan rippled through the room. I gently tugged on the chain, causing it to scrape along my erection. Another moan erupted from my chest.

Once I had pulled the chain completely off, I wrapped my hand around my cock and began to slowly fist it. Spreading my legs for balance, I worked my own pleasure. It didn't take long before my seed was spilling over my still moving hand.

I felt more than saw him quickly move to my side as my knees gave way. He caught me as I started to fall to the floor.

"Orange," he said, ending the scene as he gathered me close.

"Master? Qui-gon? Are you alright my love?"

I purred into his neck, kissing and licking away the sweat that had begun to dry there. "Much more than alright," I murmured.

He chuckled softly and kissed my forehead. "Come to bed, I want to hold you."

He helped me gain my feet, and led me to our bed. We sank down into it, intertwining our bodies. He held me tightly, stroking my hair back from my face. "You are sure you are alright?"

"I am fine my own, thank you for indulging me."

"Anytime."

We drifted off to sleep, content within each other's arms.