Ra'Enna studied the man across the table from her. The red and black markings which covered his face made him difficult to read. She couldn't tell if he was bluffing or not as he tossed more chips into the pot in the middle of the table. The last of the other players had given up long before, deciding to get out of the game while they still had the clothes on their backs. Hnh, losing the clothes on her back to this man. Now there was a thought. She'd always been drawn to dangerous men. They didn't come any more dangerous than her opponent. He radiated barely controlled power, lethal power. From the looks of him, one would almost think he could kill with just a thought.

"Well?" His growl disrupted her thoughts. "Do you fold? or bet?"

She glanced at her chips. There were only two remaining. She could call his bet, but not raise it. She looked at her cards. It was the second highest hand in sabbac. The odds against it were nearly astronomical. This was her chance to recoup her losses. If only she had something left to bet. She looked her opponent over once more. Perhaps she did.

Tossing her chips into the pot, she challenged him. "I'll call and I raise."

He sneered, "With what?" Damn, how could a sneer be sexy?

"Me," she replied. "You win, I'm yours for the rest of the night. I'll do whatever you want." That was a lovely thought.

He looked her over. Slowly. Finally, he responded. "Agreed," he said pushing all of his chips into the center of the table.

Ra'Enna turned over her cards and reached for the chips. His hand grabbed her wrist. "Don't you think you should see my cards first?" he asked, his voice low. He turned them over. His were higher. Damn. Now she truly was broke. And from the looks of him the clothes on her back might not survive their removal. Part of her thrilled at the thought.

Not releasing her wrist, he picked up the chips. Without using his free hand. A force user. What had she gotten herself into? He was clearly no Jedi. So what was he? She suspected she would soon find out.

Maul smiled to himself as they walked through the streets to his ship. Tonight had gone very well indeed. If she was still around in the morning maybe he would return some of her money. He didn't need it. It was her he had been after. Looking at her, watching her hips sway as she walked, he thought, 'Oh yes, she will do very nicely.'

She tensed as they entered his ship, wondering what to expect. He still had not released her wrist and she was given no time to look around as he dragged her to the back of the ship. The room they entered was dark except for one red light glowing on the far wall. There was a single bed in the center. Rather small, she thought, for such a large man. She looked around, half expecting... She forced herself to admit it. Half expecting to see restraints, whips, and other assorted devices. Not seeing them, she told herself she should be relieved, not disappointed.

He had not said a word since they had left the bar. She was finding the silence creepy and perversely exciting. No words got in the way of her anticipation.

He led her to the bed. He sat down; she stood between his legs. Reaching up he unzipped her flight suit. Then he pushed it off of her shoulders, leaving her upper body bare. Gently his hands stroked her breasts. Lightly teasing. He leaned forward and took a nipple into his mouth, sucking, licking. Then he blew on it. It hardened in response. Moving to the other side, he repeated the caress.

He knelt in front of her, trailing soft kisses and light licks from her breasts down her abdomen. Encountering her remaining clothes, he pushed her flight suit down. He ran his hands up the back of her legs, pressing the side of his face against her mound.

Rising, he lifted her into his arms and laid her across the bed. He removed her boots, then stood still for a moment, red eyes roving over her naked form. 'Nice indeed,' he thought, licking his lips.

Kneeling in front of the bed, he moved his hands up the inside of her thighs. Reaching her lips, he pulled them gently open and studied his prize thoroughly before leaning forward and licking slowly up the inside of her cunt. Being careful not to bruise her thighs with his horns, he did it again, and again, again, again... Then he sought her engorged clit. He flicked his tongue across it until he achieved the desired effect -- a shudder, accompanied by a moan.

Taking the nub into his mouth he sucked gently. Her back arched and he slid two fingers into her, moving them slowly in and out in time to his sucking. She came, once, twice, again, before he released her and stood up. Quickly removing his clothes, he stretched out above her, holding himself up on his arms. He lowered his mouth to her neck and kissed it, ever so lightly. Then, reaching between their two bodies he moved his cock into position and slid forward into her.

Her legs wrapped around him as he moved. His fucking was slow, leisurely, and she writhed under him, trying to bring about harder, faster thrusts. Despite his stately pace, she came again. And her spasming cunt muscles pushed him over the edge as well. He thrust forward one last time, head thrown back, red eyes unseeing.

After it ended, he moved next to her on the bed and pulled her close to him. She settled in with her head resting on his powerful shoulder. 'What had just happened?' she wondered. For despite several orgasms she felt dissatisfied. Sensing her confusion, Maul lifted her chin his hand, turning her face to his.

"I am sorry if I disappointed you, my dear. But after a long hard day of smacking people around, sometimes I just wanna cuddle."