Forceful
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Jedi Knight Obi-Wan Kenobi had dealt with stubborn people before. Anakin
Skywalker was living proof of that. He'd dealt with beautiful women before,
i.e. Nubian senator Padmé Amidala. But never, never had he dealt with a
beautiful, stubborn padawan until he was charged with Corla La'ant.

Corla hailed from the gas collecting regions of Bespin and was used to more
independence than the Jedi Temple in Coruscant offered. Just today, Corla
had blown off training to see Cerie Blue sing in one of the capital city's
seediest nightclubs. Hence, tonight's meeting in his apartment.

Corla straightened her light brown Padawan robes and adjusted her sash. She
peered in a mirror next to Master Kenobi's door and saw that her auburn hair
was disheveled. She ran her long, tapering fingers through her hair, taking
care to flip her braid to the front. She rubbed her red-rimmed brown eyes
and knocked on the door, prepared for the worst.

Obi-Wan rushed to the door, and Corla and the master exchanged a long
glance. To other women, Master Kenobi was the epitome of sexual power and
prowess. From every pore of his being, pure sexual heat flowed. Corla, of
course, wasn't allowed to notice these things, and used her defiance to fill
the void that a sexual relationship would fill in her overly-structured
life.

"Corla," he purred, "Where have you been? I've been worried sick about
you." Obi-Wan ushered the padawan inside and scrutinized her with his
blue-green eyes.

She was offended by his obvious patronizing manner and called him on it.
"Obi-Wan, I was out, ok? I'm seventeen years old, for crying out loud! Why
can't you trust me? Damnit!" Corla spun around on her heel and began to
stalk out of the room when she was stopped by a very strong, very firm arm.

"Padawan, you will learn...mark my words, you will learn. It is about time
you learn to submit to the will of your master." Obi-Wan growled into the
soft shell of her ear, his breath heated against her sensitized flesh.

He made a small motion with his hand and she was pinned against the wall by
the Force. He stalked across the room, a feral smile spreading across his
lips. Corla gulped. /What the hell are you doing?/ she screamed in her
mind. Obi-Wan merely laughed before sending his response back.

/Teaching you, Corla. You need to learn how to submit./ With that, he
ripped the heavy Jedi robes from her body, leaving her in her thin camisole,
panties, and boots. He pressed his mouth to hers in a brutally forceful
kiss, bruising her lips and causing her to mewl with fear-laced desire. She
struggled, trying to break the insanely-powerful Force bindings. Obi-Wan's
response was to rip the flimsy camisole from her trembling body. His
forceful conquest of her body was stalled by the beautiful sight of her
exposed breasts.

"Beautiful," he murmurred, taking in her soft breasts. Corla had always
been slim, but she had really filled out beneath the heavy padawan robes.
After a moment's respite, he once again began his game of conquest, tweaking
her nipples forcefully. Corla finally stopped resisting with her body, but
she strained her eyes to see what he was doing, a look of panic filling the
warm orbs.

"Stop it, Padawan. First lesson, feel. Feel the Force flowing within you."
With a quick sweep of his calloused hands her eyes were closed. Try as she
might, she couldn't open them. He quickly stripped himself and pulled her
boots off, throwing them all into a corner.

/Damn you!/ she thought, not able to trust her voice.

/Heh...feel, Padawan./ Obi-Wan gently teased her soft lips, willing to
concede to a bit of tenderness in order to reach his goal. It worked. The
gentle kiss was enough of a distraction to allow him to rip her
already-soaked panties.

/Massssteeeeerrrr...noowwww.../ she mewled in her mind, hoping to the gods
he'd heard her.

/Second lesson, you're NO man's subordinate in bed. Call me Ben./

He slid down her sweat-slicked body, placing the most teasing of
open-mouthed kisses on her inner thigh. She struggled against her bonds,
trying to capture his tongue between her wet folds. Obi-Wan growled against
her inner thigh, the rumble enough to stimulate her in a way she'd never
known possible. He thrust his tongue between her folds, using the Force to
seek out her g-spot. He passed over her clit with his teeth, nibbling
slightly. Feeling her relax, he turned to a new tactic.

He continued his dental assault on her clit while replacing his tongue with
his fingers. He probed her body, encouraged by the lust-laced screams in
his head.

/Iiii'mmmmmm commmmminnnggg...yoooouu...innnn...meeeee.../

Obi-Wan smiled against her vibrating walls, sliding up quickly to thrust his
engorged cock into her hot core.

/Soo...biggg.../ she groaned into his mind.

/All for you, darling. Only for you./ Obi-Wan thrust into her, burying
himself to the hilt. He drew out slowly, using Jedi control to gently tease
her opening with the tip of his cock. A few strokes later, his control was
waning thin. He felt his strokes become erratic, suddenly, all he could
think about was that one place...the place where he met Corla time after
time. He came, spilling his hot semen into her body with jerking strokes.

He collapsed against her and the wall, forgetting that she hadn't been able
to move the entire time.

"Ben," she whispered, "I think I want to learn more about submission."
Corla's doelike eyes peered into his pools of aqua.

"Next time, I hope I don't have to be as forceful." He pulled himself away
from her and released the Force bindings. He tried to carry her into his
bedroom, but Corla wasn't about to give up yet.

"I can walk, Master. Damn you."

Obi-Wan sighed loudly. She had much to learn.
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