The Apprentice || Anakin Skywalker x Reader

Chapter 22: A Taste of Heaven •

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(y/n)'s POV
He was leading me into what he called his torture chambers, though I couldn't quite understand his reasoning for bringing me here. He hadn't told me.

We stepped into one of the small, vacant rooms, which reminded me of the place where I had faced Thrawn. This room was distinct from the others; it didn't have the thick glass that overlooked the hallway. Instead, it featured bare concrete walls and a solid concrete floor, with chains and shackles attached to the walls.

He closed a heavy metal door behind us.

I turned to him, my curiosity overwhelming me. "What are we doing down here?" I asked, feeling the intensity of his gaze.

"Get up against the wall," he ordered, his voice sharp and commanding. My heart raced as I complied and backed up until I felt the cold stone through fabric of my clothes. He moved closer, studying me intently. "Now, take it off."

A slow smile crept across my face once it became clear to me why I was here. "No."

His eyebrow arched in surprise. "No?"

"Maybe I don't want you to touch me anymore," I replied with a casual shrug. "I saw all those girls up there. How can I trust that you're even clean? Hm?"

He let out a soft laugh, closing the distance between us until his body was nearly pressed against mine. "I was a very careful man. I never kissed them and I definitely never let them touch me without protection, so no need to worry. You have been an exception to those rules of mine," he whispered, his lips hovering just above mine, teasingly close. "Now, please, take it off."

Our breaths intertwined as our lips softly brushed against each other. "What if I say no again?" I playfully challenged him, leaning in closer until our foreheads touched and our lips were closer.

"Then," he sang, his finger gliding along the side of my neck before trailing down to the zipper of my dress. "We'll head upstairs to see what's for dinner. But—" His minty breath captivated me once more, "You really don't want to say no, do you?"

Absolutely not.

"I can see your heart racing; your vein is pulsing in your neck with every beat. You keep forgetting to breathe, and your palms are getting sweaty from the nerves. I bet you're feeling very—very excited between your legs." He held onto the zipper, waiting for my signal to continue.

Gently, I took his hand and squeezed it tightly, then guided it down so we could undress me together. His breath hitched in his throat before he closed the gap between our lips and kissed me.

SMUT

He shoved me firmly against the wall, and as the zipper slid all the way down, he pulled it off me and let it fall to the floor. When I stepped out of it, he kicked it aside and broke our kiss. His gaze roamed over my body with desire before shifting to the space behind me. A devilish grin spread across his face as he took my hands and raised them above my head, securing them with chains—gently kissing sorts of my face as he did. He then did the same with my ankles, leaving me exposed against the wall like an Angel. "I can't wait to play with you," he said, his fingers softly tracing my cheek.

I swallowed hard, "You won't hurt me, will you?" He told me he was going to go easy on me I'm the beginning only, and I was a little nervous about what that meant.

"Not at all. I'm here to give you a taste of heaven, since neither of us will ever truly reach it," he pressed his body against mine, and I could feel the hardness of his underwear. "Feel free to scream," he whispered in my ear, stepping back with a playful smirk. He began to shed his robe and clothes, leaving only his boxers that clung to his erection.