An Emperor and his Hand (Star Wars) (Patreon)

Themes: Consensual, Bondage, Dom/Sub

Word Count: 2,784

Summary: Mara Jade, the Emperor's Hand arrives back in her Master's presence after a job well done. The red head is as eager as ever to receive a reward for her loyal and devoted service.

An Emperor and his Hand  

Mara Jade moved down the corridor at a clipped pace, her black cloak whipping about at her feet and her hood covering up her vibrant red hair. The Emperor’s Hand came to a door and placed her palm upon a scanner beside it. A moment later, the door slid open and she stepped inside, not glancing back as it closed with a sense of finality behind her. Mara continued forward, arriving on the other side of the room where her Emperor sat. 

Descending to her knees, Mara breathed in slowly, exhaling quietly and repeating the exercise. She didn’t have to reach out to feel her Master’s embrace, she merely had to open herself up to it and he was all around her. The Emperor’s power was stifling to some, but to her it was like a warm blanket, holding her tight and keeping her safe.

“Report my Hand.”

It was an order with hidden meanings and more than one command layered into it. Mara slowly pulled back her hood to reveal her hair and more importantly her face. Looking up at her Master, she could not see his features, nestled deep within the cowl of his robe as they were. That mattered not though. She did not need to see the Emperor’s face to know he was here with her. His Force Presence was more than enough for that.

“The mission was a complete success my Emperor.”

“Indeed it was.”

Of course he already knew of her victory. They were connected down to the root of their very souls. She was his creature in every way that mattered. Mara supposed her Master simply liked to hear it from her lips. Or perhaps he just enjoyed giving her the ‘reward’ for a job well done.

“Rise my Hand. It is time.”

As ominous as ever. But Mara knows better. She’s not one of her Emperor’s stooges, always living in fear of what he will do to them if they fail. Mara does not fail, but even if she ever did, her Master and her share too deep a bond for his displeasure to remain hidden. She would be punished properly. And it would more than likely take the same form as her rewards did.

Standing up, Mara undid the clasp on her cloak and let the dark fabric fall into a half circle at her feet. Beneath it, Mara was wearing nothing but a form fitting black bodysuit, her curves on full display, but not an ounce of skin beneath her chin visible to the naked eye. Almost as soon as she’d dropped her cloak, the Emperor reached out with the force and lifted her into the air. 

Mara gasped as she always did, but it was not one of surprise or fear or discomfort. Instead, it was anticipatory. Her Master’s rewards were her fondest experiences after all. So very rarely did she get to be intimate and close with the one who held her life in his hands. With her suspended in the air, Mara can feel the exact moment that the hidden zipper on her bodysuit begins to slide down her spine. There’s nothing else TOO feel, hanging in midair as she is. 

As such, she focuses on the exquisite sensation of the Emperor uses his mind to strip her naked. Inch by inch, her beautiful pale body is revealed. Inch by inch, her skin, covered in a thin layer of sweat, is exposed to her Master’s gaze. Her bodysuit goes the same way as her cloak, albeit far slower and eventually, it is gone, as are her boots and her gloves. She is naked and exposed before the Emperor. She is completely at his mercy. It’s just the way Mara likes it.

The only thing left on her naked form is the collar around her neck, a small piece of strong yet soft fabric. It shifts ever so slightly. Mara tenses, but it does not tighten. The red head imagines that if she ever did fail her Emperor, he would use it to discipline her. But this is a reward for a ‘job well done’, and thus there is no wringing of her fragile throat. Rather, instead ropes lash out of nearby shadowy alcoves and wrap around her limbs.

Soon enough, they are pulled taut and she feels her Master’s telekinetic embrace recede a little as her body hangs in midair, now suspended at her wrists and ankles rather than with his mind. The Emperor does not stop touching her with the Force completely though. Slowly, he stands from his throne and steps closer to her. His dark cowl continues to hide his features, but Mara’s eyes are down anyways. She looks and sees her Master’s cock, slipping out of the confines of his robes. He is growing large, thick, hard at the sight of her body.

The vivacious, beautiful red head feels pride and joy. How could she not? She is the Emperor’s Hand, there for him in every way that matters. This way is not the least important by far. In fact, Mara would go so far as to say it may be her most important duty. The Emperor had so few he could trust with such vulnerability. Mara was proud to be one of those few.

Her Master’s mind brushes against hers and while she can tell he’s amused by her pride and her happiness, she also feels his encouragement of these feelings. It only bolsters her more, even as his telekinesis slides over her naked body, caressing her full, supple breasts and running like so many ghost fingers betwixt her thighs. Her pussy is wet for him, but then it always is. She could be halfway across the galaxy and a mere touch from her Emperor’s mind would cause her to moisten in arousal.

When his actual fingers finally touch her bound, suspended form, he goes straight for that oh-so-wet cunt. Mara’s moan is immediately and instinctive, but not at all regretted as he digs two fingers into her mound, splitting her lower lips wide around his digit. Her crotch is shaved, but not completely bald. There’s a small racing stripe of red right above it, something he says he likes. It’s neatly groomed for his enjoyment and even now he runs his palm against it and her clit as he continues to drive his middle and ring fingers in and out of her cunt.

Mara mewls happily, humping his hand as he pleasures her. But even if this is her reward, it is important for her to remember who is in control. A moment later, her Emperor pulls his fingers away and with his immense control over the force, spins her upside down. The lashing ropes that bound her in place recede for all of a moment as he does so, and then return, properly restraining her once more, this time upside down as he places his cock against her lips.

The Emperor’s Hand opens her mouth immediately, even as her gorgeous fiery mane hangs beneath her. She takes her Master’s shaft in between her lips and sucks him down, bobbing back and forth happily as she blows the greatest, most powerful man in the entire galaxy. Doing this is not a duty, but a privilege. Even as she feels the blood flowing to her head, Mara remains focused on the task before her.

Meanwhile, the Emperor is not idle. With her sopping wet cunt right in front of his face, her Master goes back to fingering her, using both hands to wreck absolute havoc on her slit and her clit. He knows her body better than she does and with his long middle finger, he’s able to dig deep enough to hit her G-spot, curling the tip of his digit back and causing her to moan wantonly around his shaft.

Mara does not want to cum before her Emperor does, but it is inevitable. There is a reason he is the Master and she is nothing more than his most faithful servant. Even as she bobs her head back and forth all the more frantically around his cock, her orgasm swiftly approaches before finally arriving. Her entire body, suspended upside down in the air as it was, shook and spasmed, her eyes rolling back in her head and a loud, long cry reverberating down the length of her Master’s cock as she made a fool of herself and sprayed her pussy juices all over her thighs and down her front.

Her Master chuckled and pulled his member from her mouth, still not having cum. Despite this happening every time, despite knowing that this was not a competition and even if it was, it was one she could never win, Mara still felt disappointment. Still, there was nothing to be done but pleasure her Master with her other hole, since she’d failed to properly do so with her mouth.

Once again, the ropes recede and the Emperor uses his immense connection with the Force to position her properly before rebinding her. This time, Mara is bent over at the waist. Her feet touch the ground and the rings hanging from her nipples have ropes looped through them, pulling her down. It is not painful or uncomfortable. In fact, Mara would call it the opposite. Sure, if she attempts to straighten her back, she will feel pain, possibly even injure herself extensively.

Yet is that not a perfect metaphor for her service? As Emperor’s Hand, so long as she bows low, she will be cared for and loved. In the presence of her Master, remaining bent and subservient just feels right. And so she stays, her arms pulled to either side, her legs spread wide, and her full, toned ass jutting out towards her Emperor’s slick cock due to her new positioning.

When he closes his hands over her wide hips and firm derriere, Mara moans again. She is sensitive to his touch after such an explosive orgasm, but then she is always sensitive to his touch. It is simply doubly so now. As such, when she feels the tip of his cock against her pussy lips, she can’t quite keep from panting in anticipation.

Her Master can be a bit playful at times though, and while he is kind to her in every other way, he is cruel in his playfulness. The Emperor spends agonizingly long seconds rubbing the tip of his member up and down her dripping slit. Despite being perfectly happy with driving two fingers into her almost immediately, he is taking his time in actually penetrating her.

Mara has to bite her lip to avoid a whine escaping her throat. In the end, a whimper leaves it instead. She fears he’ll stop, but instead her Master takes pity on her. His cock slides into her waiting cunt a moment later and she climaxes on the spot, crying out and shaking in her bindings as her pussy juices flood his member and spray out onto the ground beneath her feet.

His hands grasp tightly at her naked hips, his fingers digging into her firm, yet ultimately pliant flesh. The Emperor fucks his Hand with all the strength he can muster and Mara takes it willingly and welcomingly, moaning all the while. The red head tosses her fiery mane this way and that, green eyes rolling about in her head. Being filled with her Master’s cock is sheer ecstasy. It is in these moments, these oh so intimate moments, that she feels completely and utterly at peace.

She is one with her Master. She is the Emperor’s hand, his tool to be used how he sees fit. And he is using her in the most base and primal way that Mara can imagine. It is glorious. She orgasms at least three more times around his cock. Then, her Master abruptly pulls free of her and Mara finds herself brought to her knees by the ropes binding her in place. She is spun halfway around and even as the Emperor points his length straight at her face, she is already preparing herself for the inevitable cum bath.

The red head tilts her head back, shuts her eyes, and sticks out her tongue. A moment later, the first shot of sticky, hot seed lands across her brow. The next on her eye and the one after that slides down her nose. Then some gets and her mouth and she swallows it down happily. This continues for a good minute, the volume of her Master’s load rather copious as he sprays it all over her face. And when he’s done and the bindings go slack, Mara is ready and waiting to eagerly begin licking it all up.

Her Emperor, his features still hidden in the depths of his cowl, can only watch as she debases herself before him, scooping up his gift and cleaning her fingers and hands off with her tongue. She swallows every last bit of the facial he’s given her before finally looking up at him with her big green eyes, ready and willing to serve. 

“Fuck Mara, that’s so damn hot.”

Luke Skywalker pulls back the cowl on her cloak as he breaks character and Mara Jade, his loving and devoted wife grins happily as she does as well. Her body is a bit strained from the constant force holds and rope bindings, as well as the shifts in position. Now that she’s no longer facing her ‘Master’, the red head gives into the exhaustion creeping into every inch of her form. This results in her beginning to topple from her knees onto the cold unforgiving floor below her, but Luke is there to catch her and lift her up off the ground in a bridal-style carry.

Mara looks into her husband’s blue eyes as he takes her from their ‘dungeon’ and into his quarters on Yavin IV. The ‘corridor’ she’d walked down was nowhere to be found, a figment of her imagination implanted by Luke. The Jedi Master was so deep in her head that he was able to make the experience oh so very real for her.

“Glad you enjoyed it Skywalker. You were pretty damn good yourself flyboy.”

Luke just chuckled as he carried her to the bed, where he got on and laid himself out. Mara allowed the handsome man to lay her out as well atop his form, moaning happily as his fingers began to work through her tired flesh. This aftercare, complete with a massage… it really wasn’t something Mara technically needed, given just who she was. But it also wasn’t something she’d pass up and if she was being honest, Mara thought it was more for Luke than her.

He needed to pamper her after a session as deep into character as that one. A wicked smile curved across Mara’s face and Luke caught her.

“I know that look. What are you thinking about Mara Jade?”

Snorting at his use of her full name, like she was a youngling and he her Jedi Master, Mara twisted to look him in the eye.

“Just imagining everyone’s reactions, if they found out that their Jedi Master liked to dress up in dark, concealing robes, tie up his wife, and force her to call him Master.”

Any other man would no doubt have rejoined with a quick snap back about what they’d think of HER if they knew she enjoyed fantasizing about being the Emperor’s Hand once again. But Luke wasn’t just any other man. Instead, he simply smiled gently and continued to expertly massage her flesh.

“I’m sure they would understand. I imagine some of them suspect already. After all, I did take quarters far deeper in the Temple then the rest of the Council. They must wonder why I’m practically next to the basement rather than taking a set of rooms high up with a nice window view as my station would allow.”

Mara smirked at that, moaning happily as she leaned into his wonderful fingers.

“I’m sure they just think of you as selfless. Probably use it as an example of your piousness. ‘We should all strive to be like Master Skywalker’!”

She said the last sentence in a shrill sort of voice that had Luke chuckling deeply. Smiling as her husband laughed, Mara squirmed a bit until she was comfortable. Then she relaxed, eyes drifting shut and all else disappearing from her senses as she focused on nothing but the feel of Luke’s hands on her body and his immense presence in the Force, wrapped around her like a soft, gentle cocoon.

The red head was totally and utterly content in the loving embrace of her husband.