Summary: The Republic was reorganized into the Empire thirty years prior to the canon timeline. Vader is 23, suitless and Padmé is 18 and not the Queen or former Queen of Naboo. Her story is different and so is Vader's, and we'll see the differences in their backgrounds in the story, when the time is right.

Rating: This story is rated M for sexual scenes, violence, language and mentions of slavery and child abuse.

Author's Note: Like the tittle suggests, if you know anything about the books or movie, then you'll know its centered around BDSM. That's all this story has in common with the book, but the title just seemed right and as you'll see...there certainly are fifty different shades of Vader. This story won't go wild with BDSM but there will be some...maybe a little more than some. This is a Vadmé story...And that's all I'll say, I hope you enjoy!

Fifty Shades of Vader: Ch. 1

Padmé Naberrie

I inspect myself in the mirror before letting out a big breath. I have no idea what I'm doing, or what I'll be expected to do tonight. I just know that I'm going to be servicing Lord Vader- the Dark Lord of the Sith, the Supreme Commander of the Imperial Forces, the Second-in-Command of the Galactic Empire and Right Hand of Emperor Palpatine.

If that doesn't make you nervous, nothing will.

A knock on my door and Madam Sandi pushes it open, like she owns the place- which...she does. "That'll do," she nods more to herself than to me. "It's not like you'll be wearing that skimpy dress for long anyway." She spins around and exits the room, taking a right to walk down the corridor. When she must notice I'm not following behind her, I hear her yell from down the corridor, "Come on, new girl!"

I run to catch up, tripping in my heels and cursing every curse word I know in my head. It wouldn't be very Lady-like to say them out loud and I'd rather not be punched or slapped or disciplined anymore for stepping out of line. I've experienced enough of that in the last couple of weeks...and now meeting Lord Vader face to face...

I shudder in horror.

When word went around that he chose me, there were a lot of hushed whispers. There were a few other girls here that serviced him before, none of them were ever seen or heard from again. Or so the stories go, I don't know if the stories are true or if they're just trying to scare me...its no secret that the other women here don't like me. I don't know why, they couldn't possibly be jealous of me, after all, it isn't like I want to be here or that I'm anyone special-

But what choice do I have? I've tried to fight back, but I'm small and have only suffered miserably for my failure. And if I am going to be servicing Lord Vader...I'm definitely not going to fight him. I've heard of what he's done in the HoloNet News enough to know better than to do something so stupid.

I'd be signing my own death warrant.

I shudder again, just thinking about what he'd do to me if I acted so foolish.

But then Madam Sandi gestures for me to get in the waiting speeder without a word and off I go with a man driving that I've never seen before. He's an Imperial, that much I can tell from the black Imperial uniform he's wearing and he's clearly not Lord Vader.

The Imperial is silent as he drives me, his gray eyes scanning the skylane ahead, and before I know it, three massive palaces fill the horizon in the forward transparisteel window.

"Wow," I mutter, my jaw going slack.

He looks back at me in the rear view mirror to see what I'm so stunned about and gives me a kind smile before focusing back on the skylane ahead. "They are pretty impressive, aren't they?"

I nod in agreement. "They're so...so..." massive, big, huge. Take your pick.

"We'll be going to the one on the left," he points to a large black tower that shoots high into the clouds above. "That's Lord Vader's Palace." It isn't very wide, and not as impressive as the Imperial Palace, but it has its own unique intrigue to it. Just as mysterious and dark as its owner. "He rarely stays there, the only time he's there is when he's stuck on Imperial Center for business."

Rarely stays there? Then why does he need a place so massive?!

The driver must notice the unspoken question written on my face. "The Emperor had it built for him," he shrugs. "Trust me, once you get to know the man, and only few ever do, you realize that he isn't what everyone makes him out to be. He doesn't care about such things as his palace or his wealth or his power or his position in the Empire...he's young himself and has the massive weight of the galaxy on his shoulders." He looks back at me with narrowed steel gray eyes. "You didn't hear any of this from me, but as wide and broad as his shoulders may be, even he doesn't have the strength to hold it all by himself. The man could use some help...and if you can help him in any way..." he gives me a hard stare.

The words going unsaid, but I know what he wants me to do. To help him- Lord Vader, but help him how? Does he even know what I'm going to be doing? How can I help a man such as Lord Vader?

This man must be a mind reader, because it seems as though he knows everything that's going on in my mind. "Help him by relieving his stress and offering him companionship. This is why he uses your agency from time to time. And again, you didn't hear this from me, but I never saw the man get so fixated on anything as much as I saw him fixate on you." Fixate on me? Why? It doesn't make any sense. I'm eighteen, pale, thin, smaller than I'd like to be in certain areas...like my breasts and hips. I'm not exactly comfortable in my body. I'm not as gifted, as filled or as rounded as say...my older sister, Sola. The driver continues speaking, oblivious to my own self-doubt and I tune back in to listen to him, "-wanted you, nobody else. He wouldn't take no for an answer."

How could a man-especially one like the Supreme Commander of all Imperial Forces-ever be satisfied with me? Let alone, fixate on me? I'm afraid once he sees me in person, he'll send me away...or maybe even kill me for not being or looking, how he thought I would in the holograms.

"Here we are," the driver says and parks us in a massive docking bay filled with other airspeeders of all makes, models, colors and sizes. I wouldn't even know how to describe them all. I'm not quite as mechanically inclined as my father or brother-in-law, I know if they saw this they'd never want to leave. "Follow me," he opens my door and helps me out. I thank him and follow him to the turbolift on the far end of the docking bay and we ride it up for what seems like forever before it stops, opens and I'm face to face with the Dark Lord of the Sith himself.

He's wearing his infamous black cloak with the front open and sash untied, the cowl's down and underneath he's wearing gray sweatpants and a gray shirt. The driver was right, he is young. He doesn't go out in public without shrouding himself in that cloak and the cowl that conceals his features, and I can see why. He's really young and really good looking, like a dark prince and in a way, that's exactly what he is.

Except he has long curly blond hair and cold blue eyes. "Are you just going to stand there?" he raises a blond eyebrow to me in question.

I shake my head, uncomfortable under his cold blue gaze and step forward. The doors of the turbolift close behind me and we're left alone with nothing but his overbearing presence weighing me down like an anchor in a bottomless sea that just keeps sinking deeper and deeper into the depths of the unknown. Even when he turns and walks down the narrow gray corridor and I follow close behind him, I could still feel that cold blue gaze on me. I try and focus on something else and the way he walks catches my attention, it's nothing but confidence and long strides. It's a struggle to keep up, especially in these damn heels that are a size or two too big, but I do...

Even managing to walk right into his solid chest when he stops to turn and gestures for me to enter a room. "Eek," I say on impact and look up at him with scared brown eyes that scream: Please don't kill me!

But he merely looks amused. "In such a rush to get physical with me?" his amusement is enough to get me to calm down and even crack a small smile, who knew that Lord Vader had a sense of humor? Even if it is a bit dry...

"Sorry," I apologize awkwardly, looking down at the cursed heels that are doing nothing but embarrassing me and hurting my feet.

He must notice my obvious discomfort, because he kneels before me without saying a word and unstraps my heels. I step out of them and lean against the wall next to me to bring them up to my hands, one at a time to massage them, and I thank him for taking those torture contraptions off me but then his nose flares in anger and he reaches out to slap my foot out of my hands. "Only I get to touch you." He growls, his teeth clenched. "Now get in there." He gestures to the room he stopped at, and he doesn't have to tell me twice, I step inside the room, chastised.

For a man who owns a palace, his bedroom isn't what I expect it to be. It only has a massive four-poster bed against the rear wall with black pillows and a black comforter, black nightstands on either side of the bed, a mirror that's about seven or so feet tall extending up from the floor and a large viewscreen that's off on the left side of the room. It lacks anything personal, anything to give me even the tiniest bit of insight about the man.

"Not what you expected?" his cold, low baritone voice slides into my ear, his hot breath tickling the shell...making me shiver.

I try to speak but nothing comes out. All I can do is smell him and his scent overwhelms me, grounds me. He smells of soap, sweat, and man.

The rough pads of his fingers brush against my right shoulder and he brushes my hair to the side. He inhales my scent. "You're so..." he doesn't finish his thought. His nose presses against my neck. "You're more beautiful in person than I thought you'd be."

I choke on an imaginary lump in my throat. More beautiful? Did he just call me beautiful? Two strong hands are on my shoulders in an instant and he spins me around effortlessly, tilting my head up, up, up to face him, because he's so tall compared to me and his cold blue eyes seem to warm a little around the edges. And only now that I'm so close to him, do I notice just how handsome he truly is. His perfect straight nose, his strong square jaw with the cleft in his chin, his long blond hair that's wavy and falls down to the nape of his neck, touching his shoulders. The driver was right too, he does have wide, broad shoulders. Even under his cloak, I can clearly make them out and see how strong he really is. His chest is broad, the planes of his chest and every peak and valley under his shirt plainly visible. It's like his shirt is a size too small for him or fits him so well that its plastered to his skin.

He's pure, raw man and then he growls, bringing my eyes back to his. "You approve?" His voice is harsh. Controlled, but barely. He's on the edge of losing what little control he has over himself now and strangely enough...I want him to lose his control. To stop holding himself back...and for the life of me, I don't know why. His eyes drill into mine and it's suddenly hard to breathe.

So I nod instead and try looking anywhere but into his eyes.

"When I chose you, Sandi voiced against my decision." He drops his hands to his side and sticks them into the pockets of his gray sweatpants. "She said that you were new and that she hadn't had the chance to fully break you in, yet." His eyes hungrily roam over my body. "But something about you called out to me and I knew that I had to make you mine. You were meant to be mine."

Mine. The word runs over in a never ending loop in my mind.

"So I told her that I'd take you off her hands." His right hand is at his side, his hand clenching and unclenching. "That I'd purchase you-"

"Purchase me?" Vile rises up my throat but I hold it down. "I'm not a slave! You don't buy and sell people! Its wrong!"

"I know." He pushes me backwards roughly until I hit a cold wall and he stands looming over me, all masculine power on display. "I know." He says again, quieter this time. "You're not my slave, but you are mine."

I turn my head to look away from him. "What's the difference?"

He grips my chin roughly and turns my head back to face him. "Turn away from me again, and I will punish you." The threat hangs in the air, but I can't find myself doing anything other than shivering with desire. I don't know why I'm feeling desire when I'm repulsed and sick and feel like I'm going to throw up but this man has a way of making me feel things I've never felt before. And for the life or me, I don't know why. I just know its not fear that I'm feeling, despite the threat. "The difference," he grits through his clenched teeth, his jaw ticking, "is that I won't force you to do anything you don't want to do, even if I wish you would."

What could that possibly mean? And who knew that the man that's second in command of a government that sentences entire species to serve as slaves could be against having them himself? Because let's face it, he can make me do whatever he wants. I'm small, he's big and strong and has a power over me that I don't for the life of me-

"Do you understand?" His voice is softer but still has a hard edge to it. His eyes are softer and brighter too. "I want you to want to be mine. And in return, I'll be all yours."

My eyes widen in surprise. He wants to be mine and have me be his...? "I...I don't understand." We just met one another and he wants me to be his? He doesn't even know me! What if he gets tired of me or sick of me...what then?

He exhales deeply and takes a step back. The mirror suddenly shakes and then pops out. It's a door! He walks over to the door and walks inside the hidden room. I follow behind him, slowly, cautiously, having a feeling that I'm going to see and learn something about him that very few, if anyone else gets to see.

The first thing I notice about the room is the smell of leather, wood, polish and something else I can't quite identify. The smell is pleasant though. The room is dimly lit, giving the room a soft ambient glow that makes everything in the room seem a bit dark. The floor under my bare feet is wooden and finely polished.

And that's when I notice just what's in the room. Chains. Ropes. Whips. Paddles. Benches that clearly aren't made for sitting. Some wooden structure that's shaped like an X fastened to the wall that would fit a person, and then I see the restraints on the end of each and realize that's just what it's for...my stomach begins to drop to my toes as I take in the rest of the room.

Now I know what he meant when he said, I won't force you to do anything you don't want to do, even if I wish you would. I could feel his eyes burning a hole into me as I take in the room but I don't look his way, I can't meet his eyes. Not yet. I've never even slept with a man. All that I ever did was pleasure myself between my legs with my fingers. How could he expect me to...do any of this?

Silence fills the room for what seems like forever. He's giving me time to process all of this. To take it all in and think about what I'm looking at.

But he must lose his patience, because he breaks the silence first. "I know it's a lot to take in." He comes to stand beside me, his arm brushes against mine, his heat warming me. "And I'm not asking for you to give me an answer right now, but I wanted you to see what I have in mind for you."

For me? "Why?"

He's silent. Then he says, "Why, what?"

I gesture to the whips and chains and X thing and everything else in the room that I can't even put a name too or for the life of me, figure out how they'd be used..."Why do you want me to do this? Why me?"

He takes a deep breath and then he takes a step and looms before me. "You're not the first woman who I showed this room to," he admits, his voice quiet. "There were only a few women, and those women already knew what was expected of them, and we enjoyed our fun while it lasted...but I quickly lost interest in them." He cuffs my chin so I'm staring right up into his eyes. "But when I saw you, I knew I had to have you and I knew I had to share this with you."

He grabs my small soft hand in his rough and callused one and brings me around the room. "This isn't as scary as it looks." He grabs a leather handle that's about a foot long with a wide leather head from where it hangs on the wall. "Hold your hand out like this." He takes my hand and holds it out before me, palm up, and then he slaps my hand with the wide leather head. It's enough to sting but it doesn't hurt. I don't even scream or gasp. "See? Your fear is up here." He taps my head. "When you get past that, everything here is all for fun and pain and pleasure, both mine and yours."

Fun and pain and pleasure. Mine and yours. "And If I don't like something..."

He smiles at me and I've never seen anything more alluring or beautiful. His full dark pink masculine lips curving, perfect white teeth, the skin crinkling next to his eyes and even a dimple in his right cheek. He almost looks boyish...if it wasn't for his obvious masculinity. "We'll have a safe word, if you want me to stop at any time, you say the word and I'll stop immediately." He promises and I can tell he means it.

I take a deep breath and slowly exhale. I can't not tell him...not when he just showed me all of this and told me he wants to share it with me..."The thing is...I-I'm..." a virgin.

His eyes bore into mine. "You're not saying you're a..." he can't seem to say the word either.

So I nod.

He curses under his breath in a language that sounds familiar...but I can't quite place, then his words pull me back, "I've never fucked a virgin before, or showed one my pleasure room. Hell, I've only brought a handful of women up here period." He runs a frustrated hand through his long blond wavy hair and leads me out of his pleasure room, closing the door behind us. "If you're a virgin, then you've never seen a man naked before either...right?"

I nod. My cheeks flushing in embarrassment. Most women on Naboo are married and have kids before they hit my age. You're considered an adult at twelve. It's been that way for centuries.

"Then I'll be your first...and your last." He nods to himself, seeming quite satisfied. "I'm okay with that." He grabs my hand again and leads me to his massive four-poster bed. "Since you're mine now, this will also be your room. You'll sleep here with me when I'm here and when I'm not...you'll still sleep here, if you wish. I expect you to be here whenever I am."

"And...when you're not?"

He shrugs. "You live here now too. You can explore it and decorate it and do as you wish. I'll give you a card so you have access to my credits and you can use my airspeeders to get around. We'll have a holyman come and we'll wed and you'll bear my name-"

My head is spinning. "Wait!" I raise my hand to stop him. "Everything's happening way too fast. You don't even know me! You can't just make all of these decisions for me! You said yourself that I wasn't your slave...but you're still acting like I am!"

He looks stricken. Like I just slapped him. His eyes are wider and bluer than I've ever seen them. "I-I..." he opens and closes his mouth. "I'm sorry. I just thought...you're right. I mean, I bought you from Sandi, yes, because I wanted to be the only one who saw you and touched you and..." he shakes his head, letting out a frustrated breath. "But I don't want you to be my slave. I just want you to be mine. In every way."

As fast as my head is spinning, as much as I feel like I'm going to throw up from everything that's happened in the last hour alone...I can't deny that a part of me wants him too. And that's crazy isn't it? When I first heard that Lord Vader chose me...I thought that yes, we would sleep together, and he would do whatever he wanted to me. That's why Sandi bought me, after all, and what she was breaking me in for. I was a sex slave, nothing more and nothing less. She just wanted to sell my body to anyone that pays and reap the profits-

It makes me sick and I actually do throw up this time. And if I could die of mortification...now would be the time. Because I just threw up all over Lord Vader's shirt and sweatpants. And he doesn't look pleased. No...he looks...concerned? Sick himself?

Strong hands grab me and he sits me down on the edge of the bed. "Fuck!" He curses. "I didn't mean to make you sick." He runs off through some other hidden door that I'm just now noticing to the right of the viewscreen and he comes back with a wet rag and a cup. "Here. Drink this." He shoves the cup into my hand.

I take the cup with a trembling hand. "Thank you." I take a sip of the cold water and let the cool liquid slide down my throat. I'm still nauseous, but not because of him. "And you didn't make me sick. You made my head spin with all of these changes you just want me to accept, but...I was just thinking of Madam Sandi."

His eyes seem to relax at my reassuring words and he comes to sit beside me. The bed dips as he sits and he still looks nervous, one of his hands are even shaking at his side. "Forget about her, whatever happened before we met doesn't matter." I want to believe him, but what about my family? What about my life before I became a slave? What about my time as a slave. I can't just forget everything that happened before now. "I really would like to marry you and have you share my name, but I can't force you too- or I won't force you too, because I want you to want to share my name. It has to be your choice."

Lord Vader is not at all what I expected him to be. He's more kind, polite and generous than I thought he'd be. A lot younger. Handsome. A man I could picture myself falling in love with and marrying and maybe even having a family with...but he's overbearing too. And I'm not just talking about his pleasure room or the marriage proposal after knowing him for not even a half hour, if it could be called a proposal. No, its his presence- its everywhere...its suffocating. But not in a bad way, if that makes any sense.

"Why don't we start over?" He offers, his eyebrows raised in question.

A start over would be nice right about now. To forget about how I humiliated and made a fool of myself. I jump at the offer. "Padmé Naberrie," I introduce myself, extending my hand to him for a handshake.

He looks down at my hand and the edges of his lips curve upwards. "A pleasure, Padmé." He nods to me, accepting my hand and shaking it firmly in his. "You can call me..." he seems to think about it, his lips twisting before finally nodding to himself..."Ani."

Ani? That's not what I was thinking at all. I didn't think he'd make me call him Lord Vader or My Lord or Sir or anything...but Ani?

"When we're in public or around anyone else, you'll call me Lord Vader or My Lord, but when we're alone, like this, you'll call me Ani." He doesn't elaborate about the mysterious name Ani. I'll have to tuck that away to question him about it later.

I nod in understanding. "Understood...Ani."

His eyes fall closed and a peaceful look overtakes his features when I call him that. "Now," he opens his eyes back up and stands before me. "I'm going to go change, and then we'll have some fun." He hands me the warm wet rag and disappears into another hidden room.

This time it's on the opposite side of the viewscreen. I begin to wonder what else he has hidden around here, I mean, if I live here now, too...don't I have the right to know? Something else I'll have to eventually discuss with him.

While he's in the hidden room, I wipe my mouth with the rag and stand up myself to take a look around the room. I know what's hidden behind the mirror, I know there are two other hidden rooms...one of which must be a refresher, and the other, a closet. But I still can't see one personal thing in this room that tells me anything about the man who occupies it. Not a hologram. Not anything.

Back in my bedroom in my family home on Naboo, everything in my room is all me. I painted the walls with my dad. I have holograms up on the wall from my childhood. I have exams that I aced from the house of learning I attended as a child. You'd be hard pressed to find something in there that you wouldn't know is mine, even if you broke in and knew nothing about me.

Just what kind of man is Lord Vader? He's clean, organized and clearly knows what he likes. He's confident at times, other times he's unsure of himself. He has power, money and status that I can't even begin to comprehend...yet he chose me. I'm still caught up on that. I've seen the man, surely he can't have a problem meeting a woman in the way most men do. So, why use a service? Privacy? Too busy to meet women in a conventional manner?

I sigh. I have a lot to learn about the man, and he has a lot to learn about me too.

The hidden door opens again and he steps back out into the bedroom. He's wearing black sweatpants and a black sleeveless shirt now that shows off his muscular biceps and forearms dusted in blond hair. "I thought we'd start off slow." He pads over to me barefoot and stops before me. "I'm not a lover, I'm not a gentleman. I take what I want and I want you. But I want to ease you into everything." His strong hands rest on my shoulders and his thumbs caress my neck. "I want you to explore my body and see that despite my size, you hold all the power."

His hands snake around my back and he starts to unzip my crimson red strapless dress that wraps around my breasts and back and rides down to mid thigh. I have nothing on underneath, no bra and no panties, as he's about to find out. I shiver in anticipation...and dread.

What if I'm too small for his liking?

The teeth of the zipper are loud in my ear as the zipper drops lower and lower. When it hits the bottom, his eyes drop from mine to my chest. His hands come back around to my waist and his breath catches as he lowers my dress down my body and catches a glimpse of my bare breasts.

I try not to look up at him. But he catches me looking away. He tilts my head back to look up into his blue eyes. "You're lucky we started over or I'd have you bent over my knee to-" he reaches down to squeeze my ass in his hands. "-punish you by slapping your ass as hard as I could three times."

His words nearly bring me to my knees. I'm a virgin, I admitted that, and will admit that I don't know what turns me on and what turns me off. But those words...

"Turned you on, huh?" his eyes glint mischievously, and he looks quite proud...of what, I'm not sure. "Your gorgeous breasts are begging for some attention, look at your gorgeous nipples standing all erect, begging to be pinched and bit and sucked..."

His words send a shiver through my body, brings a flush to my cheeks and he notices instantly. I can't remember them ever being this hard or swollen and his words...I'm glad he can't see how wet I am between my thighs. I even clench my sex that's throbbing...

"Dirty, dirty girl." He tsks me, like he knows what's on my mind and his hands are back to pushing my dress all the way down my body until it hits the carpeted floor beneath our bare feet. "I can't wait until I get to explore your body. I'll kiss those soft, plush lips until they're bruised and swollen and sore. I'll lick you head to toe, leaving no crevice or nook unexplored. I'll nip your skin and leave my mark on you just so people know you're already taken. I'll use my rough callused hands to squeeze, slap and grab your breasts, ass and hair in a way that'll have you begging for more. I'll stick my dick so far down your throat that you'll be choking on me for days, and I'll fuck your cunt and ass so rough that you won't be able to sit or walk straight for a month."

And I'm the dirty one?

He chuckles at the question in my head. Or did I say that out loud? "All in due time, my Angel." He fixes his gaze back on me. "But we have a lifetime for that. Tonight is your night. You never saw a man naked before, so I volunteer myself for you to explore. I want you to undress me, push me down on the bed and do whatever you want to me. The dirtier the better...even use some of those toys in there..." he nods to the pleasure room. "But...that's only for tonight. Starting tomorrow morning, you and your body are all mine."

My breath hitches.

He smiles at this. "Do you accept the deal?"

"What's the deal?" I ask slowly, wanting to know everything before I agree to anything. "That you're mine tonight to do whatever I wish to you, but after tonight...I belong to you? Forever?"

He nods, bending his head down so our foreheads touch, and he whispers, "Exactly."

I look up at him, amused. "That's not exactly fair. You have experience and know what you like...I don't."

He takes a deep breath, considering this. "Life isn't fair." He finally says in all seriousness. "But I promise you that when you're mine, I won't degrade you or hurt you or humiliate you in any way. Whatever happens here in our palace, stays in our palace. And you're only mine in this way when we're here, together. When I'm not here, you're free to do as you please...so long as you're not intimate with any other being and so long as you have an escort going with you outside these walls. I won't risk something happening to you. And, if you wish to go somewhere off-planet, then you have to tell me and I'll make the arrangements if I agree."

I make a noise of protest but he continues before I can say anything.

"Or, lets just make this simple...marry me. Become Lady Vader and I'll make sure you don't want or need for anything for the rest of your life." He presses a soft kiss at the tip of my nose. "I'll make your dreams come true and...you'll always have me."

Marry him? Well, when he makes offers like that...its hard to refuse him. But marriage to me is when two people love each other, like my parents, like Sola and Darred, and that they want to share the rest of their lives together.

Do I want that? I've always wanted to be a wife and mother some day...but then one day, roughly two years ago, I was walking home from my sister's house and life as I knew it changed forever. I don't even know what I want right now, but how can I explain this to him? How can I make him see things from my point of view?

I've been through a lot over the last two years, and I wouldn't be here now, if none of that happened. Here with a man who's more powerful than Madam Sandi could ever hope to be, a man who could offer me everything- even the galaxy.

The galaxy and him.

He already treats me better than I ever thought possible, surely better than I've been treated over the last two years. And I could tell he has feelings for me. Real feelings, because if he wanted me to be his plaything then he already would've taken what he wanted, but he didn't. He's treating me like a real living being...it's almost enough to bring tears to my eyes.

It does bring tears to my eyes.

His strong hands cup my face and he looks down at me in concern. "I'm sorry. It was stupid. Forget about what I said. We don't have to get married if you don't want too-"

I shake my head violently. "No, no." I'm sobbing and can't seem to stop. He pulls me in for a strong, warm, bone-crushing hug and I wrap my arms around his waist, never wanting him to let me go. I feel safe, secure, loved. His warm body washes over me like a warm blanket and I never felt as strongly as I do now. "Yes. I'll marry you."

His breath hitches. "You're not kidding are you? Because if you are, it's not funny." He pushes me back within arms length of him and studies me. I must be a mess to him, because he rips his sleeveless shirt off and gives it to me to clean myself up.

"Thank you." I use his shirt to clean up and hope he doesn't notice when I take a deep breath of him. His soapy, sweaty, masculine scent grounds me. I'm so gone for this man its not even funny and I still don't know much about him. But I know he is loving and caring, even if he wouldn't admit to it. "And no, I'm not kidding. I'll marry you...but on one condition."

He nods. "Anything," and I can tell he means it.

"You have to let me speak to my parents." I must surprise him, because his eyebrows draw together in confusion.

"Why the fuck would you want to talk to them?" He surprises me too, I don't know why he'd say something like that. "Look at where you are. If they're loving parents I don't see why you'd be working in some escort agency."

He doesn't know. It's almost enough to again, knock me to my knees. This time in relief. "You-you don't understand."

"Clearly." He spits out, crossing his massive arms over his broad naked sculpted chest that I could get lost in. "Enlighten me."

I take a deep, shuddering breath to get his naked chest out of my head before sitting on the edge of the bed and telling him my story. "I wasn't there by choice. I was a sex slave." He doesn't make a sound. He doesn't even move. It doesn't even look like he's breathing. He looks like a flawless, sculpted bronze statue. "When I was sixteen, I was at my sister's house in Theed, on Naboo. I was watching her two little girls, my nieces, Ryoo and Pooja. When she got home, I left to go back to my parents home, where I lived when I was grabbed by stormtroopers off the street."

His fists clench and unclench. He's acting all stoic but I can see he's doing everything he can not to lose control. He's trying to be strong- for me.

"The stormtroopers brought me to Moff Panaka's private residence. He kept me there for twenty long months. He didn't hurt me, but he kept me locked in a room-" I look around the size of this massive room for a comparison. "-about an eighth the size of this. I only had a bed, a Holovision and a small bathroom attached to the room. The door was locked and like this room, there was no window to try to break or crawl out of.

"After the twenty or so months, stormtroopers came in and dragged me to a freighter. I was brought to Jabba the Hutt's Palace and was his slave for almost four months when Madam Sandi saw me there and bought me from him. She had me for two weeks, until today..."

Still not a peep out of him until he finally moves and sits at my side, pulling me into his side and leaning his head down to mine. His right hand slides up and down my right arm in comfort. I never would've thought I would be saved or fall in love with Lord Vader of all people.

But I wouldn't have it any other way.

He exhales. "I'm sorry."

I shake my head and turn to face him. I cup his chiseled face in my hands, his eyebrows draw tight in confusion. "I don't want your pity, I just want you to understand. I need you to understand."

His eyes soften and something in them tells me he does understand. "I don't remember much about my childhood." He starts and by the tone in his voice, I can tell already that I'm not going to like it. "I just remember a planet with two suns. It was a desert planet, I think I lived with my birth mother there. But I can't remember. Its only flashes...but what I do remember and what I know from the Emperor is that my mother and I were slaves. I remember feeling helpless and sometimes I'll have nightmares of my mom in pain. She'd be in pain...for something that I did. She suffered because of me."

His voice sounds lifeless. "I don't remember anything about her...and I think she's dead. I don't even know her name or the name she gave me. But the name Ani...it's what she calls me in my dreams and I remember always feeling happy when she said it. I always felt like as long as I had her in my life I'd be okay, that we'd be okay. But then I was in the Imperial Palace...the Emperor said my name was Darth Vader, and that I was to call him Master.

"Like me, he's a Sith Lord." My eyes widen in revelation. I guess that explains why Lord Vader kneels before him and takes his orders when he's said to be able to wield the power the Jedi had. "He raised me and trained me for as long as I could remember. He'd tell me that the past doesn't matter. That my life before him didn't matter. And I believed him, because I couldn't remember anything before him, only those flashes of the previous life. As I grew older, I grew stronger and stronger in the Force and he began to make me do these missions for him to test my powers. I was ruthless, I carried out my Master's orders to the letter because he was all I had, without him...I was just that scared child that couldn't defend or stand up for himself.

"He made me strong." His voice hardens. "I am strong because of what he made me do. I endured pain like you couldn't possibly believe and now I don't even know what pain is." He exhales. "I've made quite the name for myself and I don't regret what I did or what I do. And you know, I never regretted anything in my life...until now." He gives me a sad look. "Until you."

He takes my hands in his and pushes them away. Pushes me away. "I bought you and now I'm freeing you. You can go and do as you please. If you wish to go home to your family on Naboo, then I'll have a shuttle bring you there." He cups my face in his hands and turns my head in his direction. His eyes lock on mine, then move down to my mouth, then back to my eyes. He erases the short distance between our mouths and seals his lips over mine, kissing me.

His tongue sweeps my lower lip and he forces my mouth open and his tongue surges inside to claim my own. My own hands rise up to cup his face and I hold him prisoner here against me. I sink into his touch. Kiss back against his surprisingly soft, yet demanding lips. Meet his tongue with mine. A pained sound leaves his throat and goes down mine. I've never felt more alive or free than in this moment. But I don't want to be free...I want to be his. I tell him this with my hands, my lips, my tongue and even my teeth as I move to nip at his.

A harsh breath leaves him and I catch it and swallow it down. His eyes are dark with desire and I know mine are too. He pushes me down onto my back and lands on top of me, he uses one of his hands to hold his weight and the other hand dips down to my inner thigh where he grabs me and pulls me farther onto the bed. I wrap my arms around his neck and he groans. He stands to his feet for just a moment and kneels onto the bed, carrying me towards the middle before settling me back down on my back. His forearm rests next to my head as he lies flat on top of me, letting me feel his warm muscular body on mine...and his...cock pressing into my inner thigh through the thin fabric of his sweatpants.

Shit. I don't think he'll be able to fit that thing inside me. Its huge! His lips and tongue slides down from my mouth to my chin and jaw and he nips my jaw drawing out a moan from me before he licks and kisses his way down to my earlobe and sucks it into his hot wet mouth. He bites down on it and I cant my hips up into his. His husky groan slides into my ear and his hot breath feels so good on my ear and neck. I've never felt so much before in my life.

Physically.

Emotionally.

Mentally.

He's drawing out feelings in me that I never even knew existed and all he's done is kiss, lick, bite and grope me with his powerful hands. I can't imagine how good it will feel when I tell him that I still want to marry him. I can't imagine my fortune getting any better than right now, but with him...I just know it will.

His massive legs slide between mine and he uses his thighs to spread mine...he's not gonna...fuck me? Is he? I hope so. My mind is a whirlwind right now and I don't want it to stop. I widen my legs a little wider to let him know that I readily approve and that I'm ready for him.

I'm more ready now, with him, than I ever was before. It just feels right to give him my virginity. Now feels right. But he has other ideas.

He pushes himself up to his knees with ease and looks down at me with his blue- no reddish yellow eyes, and it takes me my surprise. I gasp. What happened to the blue? "What?" He asks, his brows drawing together.

I point to his eyes. "Your-your eyes!"

He bends his head and closes his eyes, running a hand through that curly wavy hair of his and then opens his eyes and looks at me again. They're blue.

"What? What happened?"

He crawls over me to the bed and lies down on his back. He pats next to him with his hand and I take the hint and crawl up next to him, burrowing into his side. That may have freaked me out but I'm not afraid of him. Not anymore. I know he's not going to hurt me. "You know that I'm a Dark Lord of the Sith." It isn't a question, but I still nod. "Well, we get our power from the Force and we call it the dark side of the Force. We- Sith, use our emotions to strengthen our power in the Force and our emotions connect us to the Force. I was feeling a lot of emotions there and...my eyes changed color. It happens."

The Force. It's not something you hear much about and it's interesting but...what just happened was more interesting. "Why'd you stop?" I know it wasn't because he wanted to talk about the Force.

He smiles and pulls me closer into him. "Because I told you you were free...and then I threw myself on you." He shrugs one of his shoulders. "You just looked so beautiful and I had to have a taste of you before you left."

I bite my lower lip to stop myself from crying. I might be biting down on it too hard, he notices and grabs my chin and forces me to look up at him. His eyes are dark and brows are drawn close together.

"Don't bite your lip." He growls, possessively. "You don't know how much I want to be the one biting your lip," he touches his own bottom lip, "like you bit mine." I blush at the memory, I never felt that possessive or hungry to taste him- or anyone before and I do want him to bite mine.

To mark me as his.

So I only look away from him and keep biting, hoping to ignite the flame back in him. He turns my head even more his way and then his mouth is back on mine and he's biting my lower lip- hard, he draws blood and sucks my lip into his mouth, his tongue licking my lip to sooth the sting and to lick the blood away.

I've never seen a man more beautiful than him. His strong chest with the well defined pectoral muscles, the peaks and valleys of his abdomen, the broad wide shoulders that I could grab onto and hold as I...as I...what? I blush at just where my mind is going. Even before my whole ordeal a couple of years ago, I wasn't completely clueless about what happens between a man and a woman in bed. But I always thought of it as a choice. Not something that you're forced into. I thought I was going to be forced to do whatever Lord Vader told me to do tonight...but he couldn't have surprised me anymore than he did. He's the complete opposite of what I thought he'd be.

I let my own fear and the stories I've heard about him paint a picture of him that couldn't be any further from the truth. He may be ruthless...he admitted as much, but he didn't hurt me. He freed me! He didn't have to do that, and he didn't have to offer to have a shuttle bring me home to my family. He didn't have to do anything for me.

As far as he knew, I signed up as a consenting adult for whatever he had originally planned tonight.

But he made it clear from the beginning that I didn't have to do anything that I didn't want too. From the very beginning he let me make decisions that I haven't been able to make in over two years. This man...the second most powerful man in the galaxy, and he's taking it upon himself to help...me.

He even wants to marry me! Me! When I've been nothing but degraded for the last four plus months and locked into a room and for all intents and purposes, forgotten about for twenty long months. And before that, I was just Padmé Naberrie. I wasn't anyone special and I'm still not someone special.

But Lord Vader wants me.

I wrap my arms around his neck again and lock my eyes on his. He lets my lip go from his mouth and I feel his ragged breath on my lips. "Is your marriage proposal still on the table?"

His eyes widen and darken. I even some swirls of yellow and red in his blue orbs. "Fuck yes, but I don't need an answer now. Think about it, you're free...you don't have to marry me. It's your choice to make."

My eyes go misty. How did I get to this point? What did I do to deserve it? Here I am with a man as powerful, handsome and loving as him and he said all the right things. I shake my head. "I don't need time. I want to be your wife, I want to be Lady Vader."

He unwraps my arms from around his neck and sits his ass down next to me. "You're sure?"

I decide to make it clear to him that I'm one hundred percent sure of my decision. I wrap my arms back around his neck and push myself up to move over to his lap and take a seat...and am immediately greeted by his huge cock brushing against my thigh. My head falls back and I moan at the contact. Even through the fabric of his sweatpants...I can feel the thick...long bulge of his cock.

His arms wrap around my back and he holds me there. His eyes are swirling between colors. Blue. Yellow. Red. Blue. Red. Yellow. I can get lost in his eyes.

I ground my hips against his cock. "I'm sure," then my lips are back on his and he's quickly taking back control of the kiss with his domineering lips and his tongue is back in my mouth and his teeth are back on my lips and I'm being held tightly against him as he lays me back down on the bed and spreads my thighs with his. "Fuck me." I tell him in no uncertain terms.

He bucks his hips against me in response and I unwrap my arms from around his neck to move things along by sliding my hands down his body and finding the hem of his sweatpants. He helps me push them down his hips, down his thighs and he slides them down his long legs and kicks them off.

Now we're both fully naked and there's nothing concealing his huge cock from me...and feeling that hot cock pressing into my thigh and rubbing up against me being all hard and stiff and throbbing...and leaking...

He slides a hand down my body and whispers against my lips, "You're sure? You don't want to save yourself for me until after we marry tonight?" Its never been that important to me to save myself for marriage...but custom on Naboo is to give yourself to your husband on your wedding night. Its an outdated tradition but most of the people on Naboo don't have sex for the first time until their wedding night, but...now that I've gotten to this point, I don't know if I can wait.

But he's right. I should. I nod, breathing heavy and pouting. "How long are we talking?"

He looks down at his cock and gives me a sly grin. "About ten inches, give or take an inch or two." I don't doubt that, but he knows I wasn't talking about how big he is down there...I can clearly see and feel just how big he is. Maybe too big for me to take...but I won't worry about that now. "Maybe an hour or two? I'll call my personal assistant to get everything ready for us."

I kiss him again and wrap my arms around him because I don't want to let him go and I can't really control myself right now. This is his fault. He's created a monster out of me.

He chuckles and pulls my arms free from around him and pins me down to the bed with ease, freeing himself and sliding off the side before I could try and grab him again. "I'll be right back and then..." he looks at my wetness between my thighs. "Then, I'll take care of you with my mouth, lips, tongue and teeth." He leaves the room with that and the door closes behind him.

Who would've thought that I'd be in this mess? That I'd be the one begging him to fuck me? Instead of him just taking me however he liked and me not having a say about it? I couldn't be more wrong about how tonight would go and now I'm going to be a married woman. A woman married to the second most powerful man in the galaxy.

That would make me the most powerful woman in the galaxy, because the Emperor's not married. If that doesn't throw you for a loop, nothing will...slave-sex slave, no less...to most powerful woman in the galaxy.

Perhaps one day Empress.

But I won't think about that. Padmé Vader has a nice ring to it and I'm more than satisfied with that title...Lady Vader.

The door slides back open and my dark prince returns looking as devastatingly handsome as ever...and before I can say a word, he's back on the bed and pushing my legs open wide...he gives me a dark hooded look and then I'm moaning as he delivers on his promise.

Mouth, lips, tongue and teeth...

A/N: Not what you expected, is it? It's not what I expected either when I was writing it and it may seem a little fast moving between them, but I believe that they're always meant to be together, they're star-crossed lovers. The whole BDSM that Vader's into, if you think about it, also makes sense. He was taken by Sidious as a young boy, trained as a Sith from a young age...Sith training is cruel and grueling. When you fail...you're punished. When you succeed and make your Master proud, you're rewarded. This is how he was raised, this is normal to him...it isn't far-fetched for him to convert this over to his sex life, because yes, even Sith have sex (so didn't the Jedi). Some Sith from the Old Republic even had lovers and one (Darth Malgus) even fell in love with a slave, killed her abusive owner and ended up marrying her (in secret). He also killed her...but that's beside the point.

There will be plenty of drama and sex and romance and adventure and action and Vader being Vader coming up. Of course, there'll also be bondage and gags and choking and whips and other stuff that'll quickly set this story apart from all others I wrote and from all others I've read that were based around Vadmé and Anidala.

Let me know what you think! I promise the next chapter will be pretty steamy...and in Vader's 1st person POV. It'll be up by not this weekend but next, if not sooner...Please follow, favorite and review! Thanks!