A Heated Twist - Anakin x Reader

• anything pt. 2 •

Scroll back to the previous chapter if you haven't read it already. This is part 2 of the double update. :)

• mature content ahead •

"Anything, my Lord.”, I confirmed and bowed to show my sincerity.

“Alright.”, a smug smile played across his lips.

“Kneel then.”

My heart pounded in my chest as I looked at him, his ego and arrogant grin seeming to grow bigger with each passing second, filling the entire space.

Challenging me, he raised a brow and moved his head in an quick upward nod.

I took a deep breath as I slowly lowered myself to one knee, maintaining eye contact with him even as I did so. My heart raced, my muscles tense with anticipation. The air in the room felt heavy, charged with the electricity of our power struggle. But I was going to win this.

“No.", he slowly shook his head. "Get down on both knees.”, he ordered and I followed his instruction. Again.

Vader's expression remained unreadable as he observed me. The room was filled with a tense silence, broken only by the soft hum of machinery coming from the depths of the Death Star. His gaze bore into mine.

“And now come closer.”

I swallowed and took a step forward on my knees, but keeping a somewhat safe distance between us. This small step, however, already forced me to raise my head even higher in order to look up into his face, high above me. This position made my neck hurt. What had I gotten myself into?

“Closer.”, he insisted still.

My heart raced as I moved even closer, my position on my knees making me feel vulnerable and exposed. Vader's towering presence loomed over me, his tall figure casting a shadow over me.

“And now...”, he began, his low voice carrying the weight of his authority,
“tell me again- are you really willing to do anything I ask?”

The tension in the air was palpable. This was a dangerous game I was playing, one that had the potential to spiral out of control at any moment.

“Anything, my Lord.”, I still repeated one more time, my voice steady despite the racing of my heart.

He was relishing this moment of dominance, of asserting his control over me. I could feel it.

“Why don't you open my belt and prove it then.”, he challenged me, confirming my theory of what his wicked self was up to. His intent was to test my limits, to push me to the very edge of my confidence, waiting to see me falter, because he was so sure I would. H thought he had found the ultimate weapon to prove me wrong.

But today I would teach him a lesson.  

I kept my emotions tightly controlled as I reached out and slowly undid the buckle of his belt that was at eye-level with me. My fingers moved with precision, unwavering despite the tension in the room. I couldn’t see his face, but I could sense his anticipation.

Vader's silence stretched on. He was waiting, waiting for me to break, to show any sign of discomfort or hesitation. But I refused to give in. With the belt undone, and without waiting for his next instruction, I went even further then and opened his trousers, pulling them down slightly. 

But just as I was about to reach for the elastic waistband of his black boxers to test him, a gloved hand tightly wrapped around my wrist, stopping my movements.