Thread: Queen Takes Knight  (PocketFullOfPosies)

'You don't bother cleaning up your stains...' That attacked directly at the gruff, frustrated, and frankly exhausted attitude. Obi-Wan couldn't help but crack a smile, thinking to himself how all of those stains were her fault too. Thankfully, though, he had already stepped into the bathroom, and since his back was turned she wouldn't have seen the pleasurable expression. As far as she would know he was still dissatisfied. This meant he had a moment to fight that smile, to make it go away. This also meant that he saw nothing of her stripping her lower half, the sheer white panties or the sultry catlike slink along the floor. I would not put you out on the street? he mused aloud, thinking on that a moment. True, he was very possessive. Very possessive. Padm was his. As determined to keep their relationship a secret as he was, there was no doubt between them of the mutual ownership, that they belonged to one another and that hell would freeze over before either would be seen in the arms of a third. But, still, the thought of putting Padm on a corner somewhere as punishment was so delightfully arousing. She already had the attire of a working girl. It was just a matter of some make-up, a squabble, a few harsh slaps and even harsher words, and Obi-Wan could see himself sending her to a seedy corner somewhere to stand among other prostitutes with a quoted amount in mind - however many customers it took, she would not be allowed to return to him until she made that amount. And perhaps from then on she would reconsider dressing like such a harlot. ...but as he thought this the jedi already knew how the scene would play out. He would follow her, using all his tricks to remain undetected. He would wait and watch for someone to pick her from the other girls, an event that would come quick as her beauty was both flawless and undeniable. Then, seconds into her stepping into the vehicle he would have to intervene, waving his hand at the customer to make the man or woman forget her while he dragged Padm back home for the beating of her life. That, or maybe he'd be the one to purchase the 'prostitute', bringing her back to his bed to have her fulfill all the desires Padm was usually too prissy to readily allow him. Either way, just thinking about it had the man hard as a goddamn rock. Smiling still, quite content with his thoughts, Obi-Wan turned when he heard her right behind him. He turned just in time to catch her back pressed against the door frame, to catch her rising up against it from a kneel, pure sex coming from her eyes, pure lust from her skin. His heart beat rapidly against his chest as he watched, no shame in observing. No shame in the protruding length that stretched against the typically loose attire of his chosen profession. Of course I remember Supernova, he replied with a purely lecherous twist of his lips. His eyes were on Padm's body, scouring the tantalizing inches of her young, taut skin. By the Force, they had been apart for far too long! Fourteen years old, the night before your fifteenth birthday you begged me for an early present, in addition to the one I had already acquired you... so spoiled you were. I can see things haven't changed much. A smirk. His eyes continued to leer. You whined for me to take you to the dirtiest, seediest place I could think of, and I eventually gave in. ...I do recall they asked us to not come back after your little performance on stage. It had been hard enough to sit idly by as he watched men stick currency in her garter as she danced around a pole, and worse after that, to sit still when offers for each of her holes were being shouted out... When the pair of wookies got too grabby it took everything in the jedi to resist using his saber, or even the Force, for such a display would surely be talked about. I broke my hand fighting those thick-skulled beasts. Or did you forget? ...To be entirely honest, I am not sure you quite made up for that yet. Smug. Aroused and smug. Obi-Wan stood there a moment more, thoroughly enjoying the sight of her whorish attire even if openly chastised her for it. This game between them was always interesting, and always ever-changing. He took a few steps past her, out of the bathroom, not quite sure where to go or what to even do next. He had to keep moving, keep thinking or at least keep doing something, he knew, else she would be the little opportunist and seize control. And oh how terribly his soul craved then to simply submit...