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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
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Speechless, a lump lodged in his throat and his stomach roiled as he stared at the words on the paper. Blue eyes lifted to clash with the wicked, smug gleam in her brown ones. In spite of the serious strain this act would put on him he gave her silent marks for sneakiness. Earlier, he’d barely made it a minute and a half, so how in the world was he going to last five minutes! There would be no mercy from Natalie. He knew what she could reduce him to and worse, she knew it!

“Do you want to forfeit and just hand me the win now?” Natalie asked, her voice gentle and full of false compassion.

Hayden glared at her. “No,” he snarled, lying down. “I can take it. Set the damn timer and give me your best shot.”

Natalie shook her head at his stubbornness. The timer started its countdown and she crawled over to him, gingerly opening the towel. Blood had already rushed to his groin and the sight of his arousal jump-started her own desire. Hayden put his hands behind his head and conveyed defiance. To tease him, she met his gaze, licked her lips and reached for his hard length.

“Blow, you said. No hands,” he ground out, holding himself still.

The hand stopped a hair’s breadth away. Natalie tilted her head, considering his words. “No problem,” her soft voice lilted, “as long as I get you in my mouth.”

Using words to heighten his arousal improved her chances of winning this round. A tortured, pained groan filled the room when the luscious, full lips he knew so well swallowed him. Warm, wet, tight suction enclosed him, her tongue grasping and releasing the ridged underside. Every muscle in his body froze in helpless despair. Caught off guard again he reveled in the expertise she applied on him. Then she began to move her head, sliding his hard member in and out of her mouth. A tactical error in opening his eyes threw him, for her eyes were watching him as she sucked and licked his hard length.

“Mmm,” she sighed, closing her eyes a moment then flicked her dark-eyed gaze on him again.

The heels of his hands crammed against his eyes trying to seal out the vision she purposefully sent him. Not seeing didn’t help because she countered with more vigorous movement. He wanted to explode down her throat in the worst way! Flinging his mind out for anything that would take the edge off wasn’t working. His mind sorted through images and discarded them at break-neck speed.

Fingers dug into his hair again to try and inflict pain and get his mind off what she looked like while she worked on him to fail. A face flew by and Hayden’s mind started calling it back. Oh, yes. Justin, Natalie’s ex boyfriend from Harvard. Did she ever do this with him? Had she driven him to the point of no return and beyond? Jealousy stalked the fringes of his sanity searching for a way out of its cage. It was enough to delay his impending doom. Barely. He knew in his heart where she’d gotten her skill. Phew! He knew for sure.

At that moment Natalie swallowed him again, hollowing her cheeks in and out, picking up the pace. Hayden’s hips jerked up trying to bury him deeper. A ragged groan escaped him. This was it. Sweet heaven she was killing him! He was like the proverbial ball out of the park. He was going…going…

DING!!!!!!!

Hayden had never moved faster in his entire life! He scrambled out of reach and focused on calm breathing techniques. Wide-eyed, he surveyed his throbbing member. It looked angry and mean. And he felt angry and mean! Natalie raised her eyebrows but Hayden detected a slight breathlessness. She was turned on. Ok, he decided silently, you’re fun is officially over.

All Hayden’s concentration went to the game. The first category he landed on was Entertainment. Natalie picked up the card, read it silently and grinned with confidence.

“Who was the youngest Beatle?”

Hayden paused a moment. “George Harrison,” came the quiet reply.

Natalie gulped. Not allowing himself a smile he raised the bowl for her to draw slip #1.

“You have to lie still for 5 minutes and watch me while I look at your body.”

Puzzled, she lifted confused eyes to his. That seemed quite tame. A gentle, but persistent hand shoved her down to the carpet. Hayden set the timer.

In the hazy glow of the burning candles Hayden sat staring at the reclining form. His eyes raked over her bare hip and leg, appreciating the golden sheen of her skin and the clean lines of her form. She watched him, noting his rapt absorption of her body. His eyes found the shadowed juncture between her legs. Restless, she twitched at the fire kindling at that sensitive spot. The scarf kept him from seeing everything but he stared in fascination.

At his leisure Hayden looked his fill. The pert nipples tightened against the fabric attracting his attention. Natalie wished she could cross her arms but had to remain still. The flickering candles cast shadows over the planes and hollows of his face, the hunger in his eyes illuminated in the light. Natalie revised her opinion of this task. This was anything but tame.

Rising to his knees, Hayden crawled closer, resting an arm on each side of her head. Without touching her he lowered his head bringing himself only close enough to fill her vision. His eyes flicked from her eyes to her mouth and back, his breath tickling across her lips. Satisfaction flooded him as he studied the frantic beat of the pulse in her neck. Eyes traveling down her body he saw her toes curl, a sure sign he was getting to her.

DING!

Natalie silently congratulated herself. It surprised her but she handled the task without a whole lot of effort.

It was still Hayden’s turn and he gave no ground. Question after question he answered until he landed on another category. Sports & Leisure.

“What are the three Alpine skiing events?”

“Downhill, giant slalom, and slalom.”

A tiny smile tugged at Hayden’s lips but he remained silent. The last thing he wanted to do was taunt her and possibly lose. It was entirely possible that she would thwart his plans by forfeiting and he refused to let that happen.

Natalie read, “We kiss for five minutes. No hands allowed.”

A tender smile lit her face. So sweet. How hard could it be?

“Come here,” Hayden coaxed, crooking a finger and effectively killing her smile.

The butterflies living in her stomach took wing as she crawled closer. They sat hip-to-hip facing each other. Hayden leaned a hand on the floor beside her opposite hip giving him a better angle of approach.

Natalie shivered at the first brush of his lips. She loved kissing him. That mouth always knew what to do to hers. The gentle caress deepened and she welcomed him into her mouth at his tongue’s first probe for entrance. Stomach somersaulting she matched his strokes longing to dig her fingers in his hair and drag him closer. But no hands were allowed and he refused to press closer.

When he began to make love to her mouth in earnest Natalie moaned in encouragement. Never actually breaking complete contact, he nipped her bottom lip and moved over her mouth in ways that painted pictures of the sex act itself. An accompanying throb pulsated between her legs.

DING!!

Hayden let go of her lips with a juicy, lush smack, signaling the end of the kiss. When she opened her eyes she met his, serious and unsmiling. She also realized her heart was pounding and her lips tingled. All from one kiss. But what a kiss!

The game continued and Natalie’s shoulder sagged in relief when she landed on Geography.

“What country consumes the most wine per capita?”

“France.”

“No. Sorry,” Hayden showed her the card then slipped it back into the box. “It’s Italy.”

Compressing her lips she nodded and handed him the die.

Hayden’s turn landed him on Geography, too. Natalie smiled at the question.

“What Mediterranean country is the only one in the world to display its map on its flag?”

“Cyprus.”

Suspicion narrowed Natalie’s eyes, accentuating the exotic tilt she’d drawn around them. “How did you know that?”

Hayden leaned forward, his posture daring her to challenge him. “I may not have gotten my college diploma yet but that little nugget of information I picked up reading ‘National Geographic.’”

“Oh.”

Something mysterious lurked in his eyes that escaped her. It moved in the shadows of his thoughts and her hand trembled as she drew the next slip of paper out of the bowl.

“I will use my hands on you any way I want for 5 minutes. You are not allowed to orgasm.”

If a tiny puff of air drifted by her she would collapse. Eyes wide with shock at the serious intent she stared at him with stricken eyes. Face set, jaw tight, he stared back.

“You can’t be serious!” Natalie barely managed to choke.

“Oh, baby,” Hayden shook his head, his eyes never leaving hers, “I have never been more serious. Now, you either submit to me or forfeit the game. Either way I’m going to get what I want.”

The words stopped her heart. Damn! He called me ‘baby’ and in that voice!

“W…what do you want?” She whispered, cursing the wetness blooming between her legs.

“You’ll just have to wait and see,” Hayden promised. “Now, lie down for me…slave.” He set the timer.

Natalie lay back unable to tear her eyes from Hayden while trying to gauge his mood and intentions. “Yes, master,” she murmured, lost in his half-closed eyes.

The long, graceful fingers she loved so much stroked lightly across her forehead, tracing her lips, her ears, sliding along her neck. One finger trailed across a pebbled nipple eliciting a sharp gasp. He almost smiled as his eyes followed the wandering finger skimming over the nipple and drawing a line down to her navel and back. The teeth she sunk into her lip to stifle any noise did not go unnoticed. Lazily, he fingered a nipple a little longer, dragging the fabric over it before his thumb joined in rolling it in slow, voluptuous circles.

“Aahhh!” The rapturous moan slipped out. Hayden lifted his eyes to hers and laid a palm over the other breast. It rotated and a shaky sigh burst from her. Carefully, he straddled her belly, both hands caressing the nipples. Her legs tried to tighten but one fiery look from him quelled the movement. Instead, her hips bumped upwards attempting to assuage the insistent need for more.

Maybe he’ll just take me if I keep it up, Natalie’s thoughts grew feverish; everything was getting hazy. After all, he’s hard as a rock. I know he wants to take me!

However, Hayden had other plans and moved off her at the first push of her hips. A desire to slap him itched her palms, the frustration unbearable.

“Noooo!”

A wandering hand slid over the scarf and cupped her hidden mound through the material. Damp heat wet the material where he pressed and rubbed. Breathing hard she glared at him. Every time she shot him a hateful look he rubbed his hand over the damp patch causing her to whimper.

“It’s not enough, is it?” he whispered, his husky voice snaring her attention. Fingers drew the scarf aside baring her to his eyes. Thighs clamped tightly together didn’t deter him. One finger tunneled between her legs to the slickness waiting just for him. The touch loosened her thighs and spread them willingly open for him. A carnal smile finally stretched Hayden’s mouth. A sexy, predatory smile. And he turned it on Natalie.

“Slave, I can see your juices flowing for me even in the candlelight,” he murmured, sliding one finger into the heart of her.

“Oohh! ARGH! Ppllleeaaasseee!” Her hips bucked at his hand as he fit another finger into her and began a slow, lazy rhythm.

“You are so hot,” Hayden breathed his appreciation. “My fingers are drenched.” They adjusted to a faster rhythm and her hips eagerly matched him. “Yes, Natalie, I want you, too, but you already know that, don’t you?”

If she was turned on earlier it was nothing compared to now. Eyes locked on each other they moved up another notch. Hayden’s other hand slid under the halter tied scarf and pinched and twisted her nipple.

Natalie hips shot off the floor as she cried out. “Oh! Oh! I’m going to…”

“Don’t you dare come,” came the warning growl.

Fighting the waves of surrender she kept her eyes pinned on Hayden, tears beginning to sting.

DING!!!

The hands withdrew and Natalie lay in a quivering heap. Cool and detached, Hayden took her hand and pulled her to sit, eyes noting the flush creeping up her neck. Dazed, she stared at his wet fingers.

“Oh. These?” He looked at his fingers. “No problem.” He stuck them in his mouth and sucked them. “Um, I believe it’s still my turn.”

Natalie’s body was so overloaded she was nauseous. And she never got the die back. Answering every question he got, Hayden made it to another category. Art & Literature.

“What does A.F. stand for after the date in Aldous Huxley’s Brave New World?” Natalie’s voice quavered.

“After Ford.” At her gaping mouth, he added, “I read the book.”

Natalie read the next slip of paper. “What I just did to you…5 more minutes of the same…but with my mouth. You will sit on the couch.”

“Why are you doing this to me?” Natalie’s voice shook with need, completing forgetting her own torture of him.

“Shut up, slave,” Hayden ordered dismissively, “and get on the couch. I want to kiss your body.”

Natalie obeyed while he set the timer. She slid down against the back of the couch her eyes riveted on him as he placed a hand on each side of her head and leaned in. Lips caressed and soothed. Sweet, pliant kisses worshipped her mouth. Not responding was impossible and soon Natalie’s arms crept around his neck. Reaching for them he placed them at her side.

“No hands,” he reminded in a dark, low voice.

After that all sweetness fled. Hayden gave her back every second of agony that she had given him. His teeth nipped at her neck but had more pressing spots to visit.

Without preliminaries his mouth covered her nipple through the scarf and sucked it until the spot was soaked. Teeth grazed over it and his tongue flicked against it. When she stretched to put more of her in his mouth his teeth tugged the scarf aside and he suckled at her breast until her breathing grew so erratic he feared she’d pass out. The other breast received equal attention.

Leaving her breasts, he trailed lower, kissing her belly, running his tongue around her navel and down. Her legs were already willingly parted, beckoning for him.

Hayden’s face lowered and he breathed in deeply. “Mmm, you smell good enough to eat.” His tongue licked between her folds and Natalie cried out, clenching her fists. He heard a panicked, guttural curse directed at him and lifted his head. An evil grin played across his lips and he lowered his head, stroking his tongue over the sensitive nub. “I was right. You are good enough to eat.”

“Hayden! For heaven’s sake...!” Natalie’s groan pleaded.

He began to focus all his attention on the task at hand, staying well away from her bundle of tightly packed nerves so she wouldn’t orgasm. But the whimpering increased. Gently, he suddenly pressed his mouth against the hard button and kissed it.

DING!!!!

Again Hayden moved away and she sagged, a dry sob choking her. He gave her ample time to come down from the frustrating level of arousal. A slight twinge of guilt pricked him but he ruthlessly pushed it aside with reminders of her earlier tortures.

Slumped on the couch, Natalie tried to recover and retrieve her mind but it wasn’t working. The hormonal signals of her overwrought body negated thought and screamed for Hayden’s possession.

“My turn,” Hayden muttered to himself, ignoring her. Picking up the die he rolled and set off, determined to get to the next category. Natalie sat up just as determined to turn the tables on him. Question after question he advanced until he landed on Science and Nature.

Natalie gulped. “What sexual problem is a ground for divorce in 24 U.S. States?”

“Impotence,” he smirked and looked down at himself. “It won’t be grounds for us, will it. Good thing you got a Canadian.”

Hayden held up the bowl, the last slip of paper resting ominously in the bottom. A prickle of fear tingled up Natalie’s spine. The intense gaze of Hayden’s blue eyes followed her hand.

Unfolding it she scanned the words…her mouth gaping with utter disbelief.

“Hayden!”
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