Of course

He dropped the joint in his hand and crushed it out with his boot. Still holding her hair, he reached in his fly and pulled out his member as it flushed with its increasing blood flow. He pulled Lylla’s head closer. With a lascivious sneer, Lylla ran her tongue along his shaft’s underside, teasing the fleshy fold just under the head, before greedily taking it entirely into her mouth.

Tarkin inhaled sharply, loosening his hold on her hair only slightly as she engrossed herself in her unique talent. She daintily encircled her fingers around his rod, and they moved in sync with the rhythm of her mouth. She giggled slightly in her throat, and the vibrations shot up his shaft and sent shivers through his body. She mused how Tarkin’s slight physical build betrayed the actual size of his rather impressive cock. She could say the same of his age, as he possessed a virility, prowess, and appetite that made men half his age seem weak and impotent. These qualities, combined with his absolute power on the **** Star, made Tarkin the only man on board that Lylla actually feared and respected, despite her reckless behavior. Well, maybe not the ONLY man—the ultimate challenge had not been attempted yet…

It was only when Lylla began massaging the head of his cock with the back of her tongue that Tarkin pulled her off him. His breathing only slightly accelerated, he lifted her by her hair into a kneeling position on the bed. “You work too eagerly, my dear,” he whispered harshly into her face. He grasped her pert breast, rubbing the nipple between his fingers. “If this is indeed a celebration, let us make it last, shall we?” With that, he ripped the sheer garment from her shoulders. Starting at her neck, he grazed his teeth against her flesh, working down to take the nipple into his bite.

Lylla threw herself back into an arch, letting out a growl. Tarkin reached around her and grabbed the cheek of her firm buttocks, pulling her into his stiff erection. She ran her hands through his hair as he assaulted her with his mouth, biting and nipping at her alabaster flesh. He reached down and pulled the hem of her sheath upwards. Sliding his fingers into her panties, he drove his fingers into her fleshy delta already dripping with lusty juice, deeply thrusting and hooking them upwards with every pulse. Lylla dug her nails into the back of Tarkin’s neck as she rode his hand, roaring her pleasure through gritted teeth, rubbing her breasts against his uniform and the hard insignia pins. He continued to pound his hand into her, relentlessly, savagely, never taking his eyes off hers, reveling in his supremacy over her …

She grabbed the front of his uniform as she came, screaming her orgasm to the ceiling, uncaring of anyone who might hear it. Tarkin gripped the back of her head as he snarled into her face, “That’s it, Lylla, SCREAM for me…good girl…”

He allowed her no rest in her afterglow. Pulling his hand out, he grabbed her hand and pulled her off the bed into the great room. He came around to his desk and sat in the chair as Lylla furiously unfastened his jacket and waistband of his pants. “You know I like it like this, don’t you Lylla?” Tarkin reached under her dress once again and ripped the panties from her body as she straddled him. Coaxing his cock erect once again, Lylla settled the head of it into her soaking sex and unabashedly plunged herself down. In one deft move, she grabbed the high back of the chair and lifted her long legs to rest on the arms as she moved his shaft in and out of her, moaning and arching.

Tarkin never reacted. He merely sat there, clenching his teeth as he watched Lylla frantically fuck him. At one point, he reached down and rubbed her clit with his thumb, sending her into an orgasmic frenzy. As she screamed again, he smiled a short, curt smile. Lylla, despite her coarseness and low class, was most definitely his favorite guilty pleasure.

Steadying herself, she lowered her legs and continued to ride him fervently. She squeezed herself around his cock, pulling and pulsating with her finely tuned muscles. It was then she could see that he was close to succumbing to her as well, and she knew exactly what to do to help him along…

She leaned into his ear and, still wildly bucking her hips growled, “Could you hear them, Wilhuff? All those people, all that life…could you hear them scream...?” She bit his earlobe. “Show me, Tarkin…to have power over life and ****…show me what it feels like to be a GOD…”

Tarkin’s climax ripped through him like the **** Star’s blast ripped through Alderaan. He could no longer hold his inexpressive demeanor—he thrust himself up, holding his own roar in his throat while he grabbed Lylla by the throat and clenched. Lylla in turn came once again, her scream strangled in her throat by lack of air.

Panting, he released her throat. Lylla laughed between gasps of air. Tarkin sunk slightly into his chair as Lylla still sat on top of him. He chucked her chin. “Ah, Lylla…you could have given a man a fine son. Tis a shame that you’re barren trash.”

Lylla’s smile disintegrated into a furious scowl. She pushed herself off Tarkin as she bellowed, “FUCK YOU!” Her breath caught in her throat as she immediately realized what she had done, but remained still and defiant as she stood before him.

The chuckle started low in Tarkin’s chest, eventually working its way to his lips. He causally refastened his trousers and jacket. “I’ll let that go, Lylla. My way of thanking you for a pleasant evening. But remember this,” he muttered as his hand shot forth and gripped her jaw, “Know your place from now on. As of three hours ago, I have come to understand my place in this universe. I suggest you understand yours.” He shoved her back slightly. “You may leave now.”

Lylla’s eyes narrowed as her lip curled up. Turning on her heel, she strode into the bedchamber and ripped the silk cover from the bed. Stopping in the doorway, she tore her tattered black sheath off her body and wrapped the cover around herself, just barely draping it over her breasts and letting it sling low on her ass. She blew a kiss to Tarkin from across the great room.

“Goodnight, GOD,” she said in a low hiss, then casually strode out the door into the corridor.