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You STILL Can't Control Destiny	By : pensfan100 Category: Casts RPF > Star Wars (all) > Star Wars (all) Views: 9139 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the people I am writing about in this fanfiction. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Chapter Two

In the ensuing silence only two sounds could be heard. Hayden knew one of them was his breathing, ragged and harsh with desire, as he stared down at the reclining, naked body on the carpet. The other was her rapid breathing from the exertion of the dance. Her chest heaved up and down, dragging oxygen to her deprived lungs and his eyes to her puckered nipples.

Through lowered lashes, Natalie watched Hayden slide off the chair, his body looming over hers. While her lower legs began to scream for blood circulation, she stayed in her position feeding off of his hungry eyes as they roamed over her. When she’d given him time to memorize the moment, she unfolded her legs and parted them calling him into the cradle of her hips. As he answered the silent plea he held his weight off her supporting his upper body on his elbows.

“You’re amazing,” he whispered, unable to do anything but melt at the look in her eyes. “Where did you learn to belly dance?”

“Was it better than the twins?” She whispered back already knowing the answer. “I’ve known how to do this for years. I took classes. How do you think I keep my belly in shape?”

“If you had done this for me at my bachelor party I’d have never left. And I would’ve taken you up on your offer, kicked everyone else out and been inside of you as soon as the door closed on the last guy.”

Natalie gasped as Hayden lowered his head and ran his lips down her neck and slowly licked across her collarbone. Her idle hands found his shirt and unbuttoned it pulling it over his shoulders so she could smooth her palms up his chest. Lifting his head he stared down at her and moved his arms to rid himself of the offending garment. Immediately Natalie’s hands went for his belt and undid his pants, dipping a hand inside to wrap her fingers around his hard shaft and gently stroke up its length.

An uncontrollable shudder ran through him and he groaned, suffering the sweet torture and welcoming it at the same time. Her small hand slid down and up again tightening her grip. On fire, Hayden’s eyes consumed her, promising luscious retribution. Natalie’s body stirred at the look while she pushed against him forcing him to sit up.

“Undress me,” His husky voice commanded.

Natalie’s eyes widened, her heart skipping at the order. There was no show of teasing in his fierce blue gaze and the tension and heat in the room climbed another notch. Hayden stood looking down at her from his height. Off balance at the way he’d put her at a disadvantage she blindly reached for a scarf and tied it around her waist. Now she really felt naked! Those heavy lidded eyes were burning into her. Quickly, she tied the scarf at the side of her waist. It didn’t cover much and left one leg basically bare, but it covered the essential parts.

Natalie tilted her glossy head back, threw him a glance and quickly averted her eyes.

“Yes, master,” she answered softly, “I will obey.”

With careful movements she drew off his shoes and socks then reached up and lowered his pants. Hayden stepped out of them eyes on her bent, submissive head. Her fingers curled around his boxers and hesitated.

“Do it, slave,” he ordered sharply.

Natalie blinked and gulped. How did I lose control of this?

“Y…yes, master,” she answered and complied. At the sight of his manhood springing proudly from the nest of curls she actually felt her mouth water. Stricken brown eyes lifted to his.

“You know what to do,” came the soft command.

“Master?”

“Suck me.”

Never had Natalie been so turned on by him! This was no sweet, loving guy asking for her attentions. Commanding, demanding, he ordered what he wanted. A testament to her desire, a trickle of wet heat seared a line down her inner thigh.

One hand gripped the base of his rigid length as she stretched up on her knees. Wetting her lips with a slow flick of her tongue she cast him one more covert glance. He watched…and waited.

Surprising him, Natalie slid her tongue along the underside of the shaft to the tip, licking off the drop of moisture gathering there. The fingers tightened in her hair and she hid her smile as her lips took in the head of him. At the same moment her knowing hands reached around to grasp his buttocks and she engulfed him completely, rhythmically sucking hard and fast.

All the air left Hayden with a whoosh, accompanied by a strangled cry. Not giving him any chance to recover she slid hungrily along his hardness until his hips began to thrust to meet her of their own accord. A hand carefully reached under his tightening sac and pulled on it down to delay his need to release. Tighter and tighter he twisted his fingers in her hair forcing her to halt her ministrations. Tears stung her eyes as her scalp burned, even after the hands released their grasp on her hair.

Hayden collapsed to his knees weak and shaking with the effort. Natalie reached for his shaft and Hayden’s hands snapped out grabbing her wrists and pinning them behind her. It brought their bodies together, his leaning over hers allowing her to crane her head to meet his descending mouth.

A flurry of sensations pummeled her as his lips crashed onto hers in a heart-stopping kiss. Of its own volition her mouth opened and her tongue met his halfway dueling for control. The fight for supremacy robbed them of air too quickly and their mouths ripped away from each other to gobble it in. As soon as he filled his lungs Hayden dove for her neck biting and sucking the skin in a sex-crazed frenzy. Natalie’s loud moan echoed around the room feeding his fire, his mouth leaving his mark at the base of her throat.

“No!” Natalie frantically reached for some semblance of sanity. Any second he was going to lift her and plunge into her body and she was going to let him. “Not yet! Oh…Oh…Hay…stop…please…. no... not…yet…”

Hayden shoved them apart bracing his hands on his knee, his chest heaving his frustration. His head lifted, sullen eyes glaring at her for denying him what he wanted most. Release. For a moment a thrill of fear sliced through her. The power she held over him was heady, but he was on the brink of losing control.

Blindly, Natalie reached for another scarf and tied it halter style around her neck and waist. To ease his tension she figured she would cover up. What she didn’t know was the sheer fabric shadowed her nipples and titillated more by covering her than by leaving her bare. The icy glare didn’t soften.

Natalie stood and walked over to the counter to retrieve a game box. A natural sway to her hips peeled his devouring eyes to her. Returning, she knelt down and placed it on the floor with 2 bowls, scraps of paper, pencils and a timer.

“Let’s play a game,” she suggested in a breathy, pleading voice.

Hayden raised an eyebrow at her. Trivial Pursuit. Silently, he continued to stare.

“We’ll play Trivial Pursuit,” she cleared her throat, his stare unnerving her. “But first write down 5 things I have to do and I’ll write down 5 things you have to do. Each time one of us wins a piece the other one has to draw a slip from the bowl and perform the task.”

By now Hayden’s arms were crossed but this new idea had merit. Without a word he reached for a pencil and wrote down five things. Then he folded, numbered, and threw them in his bowl.

“Fine,” he agreed, ready to play, “but you have to take my slips in order.”

“Why?” When his eyes narrowed threateningly she caved. “Sure. Then, I’ll do the same.” It took her longer to finish her five slips of paper as she tried to anticipate what he had written for her to do. When she filled her bowl she intercepted his arrogant half smile. She flashed a fake one back at him. “Well, we’ll just see who’s the smart one.”

“Yes,” Hayden drawled, his eyes taking an insolent inventory of her body, “we will, won’t we?” A smirk tilted his lips. “Well then, ‘let the game begin.’”

Conversation ceased. Except for reading and answering questions, communication was nonexistent. Natalie cringed inwardly. Hayden’s mood had taken a surly turn. Sexual frustration, she diagnosed, and would have laughed but his eyes met hers and the heat in them cauterized any possibility of laughter. Retribution was at hand and she was going to pay. Every time he trapped her gaze the predatory glare gushed wet heat between her legs. Finally she forced her eyes to stay on the board fearing one more look like that from him and she would soak the carpet beneath her. It was bad enough that her nipples were aching as the sheer scarf slid over them when she moved.

Hesitant, uncertain glances flicked his way did not improve Hayden’s mood. She had him so turned on he was afraid he’d let go just from the visual stimulation. If he didn’t have her soon he’d just take her. No. Oh, it would be good, more than great and she would submit to him quite willingly he was sure, but then turnabout was fair play. Let her suffer the same agonizing torture of unfulfillment when the time came to make his move.

Natalie landed on Art & Literature and inwardly breathed a sigh of relief. It should be easy. She had graduated with a minor degree in English from Harvard. Whatever was written on those slips of papers…well, they couldn’t be all that bad.

Hayden read:

“What does the Latin phrase Errare humanum est mean?”

“To err is human,” Natalie blurted the answer in a rush. “I get a piece!”

No, Hayden thought to himself, I get a piece…of you…very soon.

Natalie slid the brown wedge into her game piece. Picking up the bowl she held it out in triumph. “You lose.”

Hayden opened slip number one and read aloud: “Stare into my eyes for five minutes. No touching.”

Oops, Natalie’s eyes widened as Hayden snorted. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea.

The timer in Natalie’s hands shook as she set it for five minutes. Less than two feet away Hayden locked stares with her. Instantly Natalie’s heart thumped and her hands grew clammy. A minute hadn’t ticked by and already she was dizzy. There was no glimmer of humor, no teasing light in those fathomless blue orbs. Nothing but pure, dark sin. And he wanted to commit them all with her. Caught in his trap her eyes wavered.

“Don’t even think about looking away,” He warned, leaning closer. “Or there will be a price to pay.”

Immediately her eyes steadied on him. In her peripheral vision the outline of his broad shoulders and the line of his throat teased. Tempted to look, she wet her lips and tried to concentrate on calming her breathing pattern.

DING!

Hayden sat back releasing his hold on Natalie but even with extra distance between them his sullen gaze reached into her.

“Stop it,” she whispered, her mouth drying at his narrowed stare.

“No.”

The game continued. The luck of the die was hers and she soon landed on another subject: Entertainment.

Hayden clamped down on the urge to roll his eyes. “What role did Burt Lancaster win the 1960 best actor Oscar for?”

“Elmer Gantry!” Natalie held up the bowl an air of cockiness in the gesture. “Read ‘em and weep…loser,” she taunted.

Hayden plucked out slip number two. “You must sit on your hands for five minutes while I kiss your ear.” Candlelight did nothing to hide the color draining from his face. A desire to weep, wail, and gnash his teeth overtook him. He wanted to fist his hands in his hair and yank it out.

“You can’t be serious.”

“Oh,” she flashed a naughty grin, holding up the timer, “but I am.”

When she scooted closer he sat on his hands and muttered, “You are so going to pay for this.”

Hot breath wafted over his ear. “Oh, I certainly hope so,” she murmured throatily, right before her teeth caught the lobe of his ear.

For the next five minutes Hayden lived in the bowels of Hell. The devil himself couldn’t have tortured him more cleverly. She mastered in it! His mind attempted to focus on anything BUT her tongue licking the shell, and then swirling in. OH! She was good at this! Hayden whimpered, growled, groaned and almost bit through his lip in an attempt to still the noises coming from him. He could taste the salty liquid. If his blood had been hot before it was boiling now. Insanity was a step away if he didn’t find relief soon. Then, she switched ears and the process started all over again.

DING!

Natalie drew away and Hayden’s breath choked out of him.

“Do you want to go on?” He wheezed, eyes blazing at her.

Natalie’s smile dripped honey. “Do you?” Hayden gave a curt nod.

She won a third piece. A grimace thinned Hayden’s lips. Unbelievable! History. What luck! Of course she knew the answer to what Jewish holiday saw the start of the 1973 Mideast war! Even he knew it was Yom Kippur! He thought of his hockey coach’s words from long ago: ‘Be patient and wait, your opportunity will be there and then grab it and win.’

He read the next slip. “You must let me eat whipped cream off your body for five minutes.”

Disbelief crossed his face but Natalie was already in the kitchen opening the refrigerator. “Don’t worry, it’s nondairy and nonfat,” Natalie soothed, shaking the can. “It won’t hurt a bit.”

A dollop of white cream trailed over Hayden’s shoulder followed by Natalie’s tongue as she lapped it up and lingered on the skin when it was gone. Next it went up his neck, over his chest and around his fingers where she spent a considerable amount of time licking and sucking the sweetness away. At first, Hayden thought it no big deal and breathed easier. Underestimating her was getting to be downright perilous to his health. Sucking his fingers was dirty play! Eyes squeezed shut he waited for the onslaught to end.

A hand pushed him onto his back and Natalie crawled over him in pursuit of the whipped cream snaking over his abdomen. When she sprayed it into the sensitive spot where his leg met his torso he jumped. The cunning licks of her tongue trailed lower.

DING!

“Ok,” Natalie’s cheery voice sang, “go clean up so we can continue. I feel lucky tonight!”

All the way to the bathroom Hayden grumbled, the stickiness easing his ardor a bit. Opting for the shower he opened the taps full force and emerged a few minutes later free of cream and almost flaccid, thanks to a quick bout of icy, cold water pummeling his groin. Natalie surely heard him yell at the shock, but oh well. Snagging a towel off the rack he dried off then secured it around his waist. Much better. At least his body had a reprieve.

“Cheater,” Natalie groused under her breath when he returned. The addition of the towel quirked her lips.

Science and Nature. “What scale measures earthquakes?” This time Hayden couldn’t stop from rolling his eyes.

“The Richter scale!” Natalie squealed, clapping her hands. “Ooh, four pieces in a row,” she teased, her eyes full of mischief. ‘I wonder what could be next?”

Warning bells and sirens rang, clanged and whooped in his mind as Hayden drew out slip number four. He read, “Five minutes of blowing you. No coming allowed.”
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