The Jedi's Slave: Afterward
Lara lay on her tummy, listening to him snore. She wore only her top since her bottom was burning – she couldn’t stand any covers either. Her eyes were still red as she watched him sleep. She looked over at the time – the light glinted off the turquoise swan he had brought back to her. She could not believe that it had been five hours since she had looked back at his face, set and harsh, as he said
“You are but a slave girl. You will be punished if you don’t obey”
The Ordelian cane he used had been awful – he had only struck her twelve times – strokes, she recalled they were called in the olden days. The pain was beyond her dreams. He had held her afterwards through her tears.
“You are a slave girl and your master has whipped you”
She replayed it. At the thought of the word “whipped” her passion jumped. She repeated it to herself
“… your master has whipped you…”
It was what she had dreamed of often, and she could not help herself – she reached over and touched him. She felt him stiffen in her small hands. She pushed back the coverlet and straddled him – she was ready for him immediately. The slave briefly became the master as she settled herself on him, took his hardness deep inside her. She felt his body jump as he came awake, then the slow thrusting inside her.
“Perhaps you need the cane more often, little one”