He had been fascinated with it since the day you had allowed him into your bedroom.

It was fancy, that sure was the first thing he noticed about it. Large, and clean- with a golden frame that screamed luxury and expense. To you, it was just a mirror, and infact you didn't quite understand why he seemed to stare at it every time the two of you would be together in your room. At first, you assumed he was looking at himself- and you couldn't blame him. Look at him, he was gorgeous. Tall, well built, perfect hair and chiseled features; Hell- if you looked like him you'd stare at yourself too. But, there was an inspired twinkle in his eye that kept a secret padlocked within.

Until one day, that is.

It was only inevitable that it would happen, the bed was directly parallel to the large mirror. However, it had never really captured your attention whilst the two of you would have sex- you only really wanted to look at him and most of the time he demanded that, wanting to stare into your soul whilst he made you cum tirelessly. This time round however, when the two of you started kissing on the bed of your apartment, which 90% of the time lead to some type of fooling around- he cut it short to move to sit directly behind you, having you lean back on him with his legs around you, your head laying back against his shoulder. You thought maybe he just wanted to hold you, and you were okay with that. The cogs started turning when you locked eyes with him in the mirror.

There was a darker emotion swirling in his expression, and you shifted your eyes away to look at yourself for a moment to see what he was seeing of you, from his perspective. You were propped up on him, and your legs were comfortably splayed slightly open, giving the mirror a perfect up-skirt view of your dress, especially where it had ridden up from all the movement. You went to shoot him a bashful glare, ready to call him out for being a pervert- moving your leg to close the view when his hand shot up, gripping your thigh and holding it in place, keeping them open.

Your face heat up, and your rising giggle dissipated- looking back up into his eyes as he brought his lips closer to your exposed neck.

"I remember something that you told me not too long ago" He spoke, voice low and lustful as you began to acknowledge the feeling of his cock pressed against your back, hardening.

"What did I tell you" You sighed as he began to softly stroke your inner thigh, slowly pushing your dress up and out of the way in its path.

"You said..." He whispered, lifting your dress above your waist now at a leisurely pace so that your whole bottom half was on display, nothing but thin panties covering you. "That whenever I went away, you found it difficult to find relief because you couldn't make yourself feel good like I could" He recited, voice soft.

You shivered, feeling your arousal begin to seep into your panties as you watched your own arms cover themselves with goosebumps. Not only was it the sound of his voice that was turning you on, but the way he managed to speak so quietly and yet exude such confidence and dominance without trying. You know if you tried to speak so diligently about such filthy matters you would be stuttering and messing up without a doubt.

"It's...it's true" You confirmed and he smiled warmly at you, gaze captivating you through the glass shard.

"I figured I should teach you. You can watch and learn" His hand finally skimmed your pantyline, fingers dancing along the waistband and dipping inside before dipping back out again, teasing you. You bit your lip, watching his strong veiny hand splay out along your tummy making you more needy by the minute, as his other gloved hand palmed gently at your breasts through your thin dress, toying with them and making your body already begin to overheat. "I always make sure you're nice and wet for me, and would you look at that" He smirked, nodding towards the wet patch that had already formed in your underwear visibly as he continued to incessantly play with you.

He slipped his hand over the top of your panties and began to rub at your clothed clit, the friction making you jolt against him much to his amusement. "Yeah. Is that nice?" He cooed soothingly and you whimpered, rolling your hips into his hand humping back into it. You felt your juices get spread all over the inside of your panties and through your folds at the movement, and as you continued this you knew you were going to need more very soon.

"Please, more Ani. Inside" You tried, attempting to string words together as you focused on the delicious feeling of him massaging you over your underwear.

"As you wish" He teased and removed his hand, looping his fingers around the sides of your underwear and dragging them down. You helped him, kicking them off the end of the bed and he took both his hands beneath your thighs and spread your legs as wide as they'd go, the two of you staring into the mirror at your glistening folds. You whined at the sight of your hole flexing around nothing and he hummed in awe before he took your hand and kissed it, before guiding it between your own legs with his much larger one.

"Show me" He muttered, attaching his soft lips to your neck and your breath hitched in your throat, a confused frown on your face.

"Hm?"

"Show me how you touch yourself when I'm gone" He softly demanded and you nodded, shaky fingers hovering over your crotch feeling slightly lost and unsure where to begin. "It's okay, I can help you just show me what you do" He reassured when he saw your nervous expression. You gasped when your cold fingers came into contact with your exposed clit, and you began to rub it in circles- a slick sound reaching the two of your ears exposing how aroused you already were. "Mm, so wet sweetheart. Is that for me?" He encouraged and you moaned quietly, reaching down further and sinking a finger inside of you.

"Yes, all for you" You gasped at the feeling. It wasn't nearly as good as when he did it, and you felt anything but full - but it would have to do for the time being. You slot in another one, massaging your walls and curling them up in a come hither motion, chasing the burning feeling that you wanted to release so badly. Sensing your frustration, Anakin snaked a hand round your waist and rubbed your clit for you whilst your fingers were busy inside you.

"What's wrong?" He asked when you whined in discontent. "Are your fingers not long enough like mine? Not thick enough?" He sped up his fingers. "Or have I trained your body to respond to me and me only?" He asked possessively, pausing in his speech to suck a dark mark into your neck- one that felt good for the time being but you knew would cause you havoc later on.

"I-I need you Anakin! I need to cum for you!" You erupted, frantically fucking against your own fingers now as he grinned proudly behind you. He took your wrist in his hand and slowly eased your fingers out, bringing them up to your mouth and having you clean them off. As you sucked your own fingers, you turned your head to the side to lock eyes with him face to face, craning your neck to look up at him and flutter your eyelashes gratefully.

"What a good girl" He snarled, eyes focused on your lips- not even taking his attention away from you when he easily slipped is fingers inside you as replacement, making you gasp- fingers dropping lazily out your mouth. He grasped your chin with his metal hand and forced you to look back at the mirror, the two of you watching the way you clamped around his fingers as they fucked into you. "Isn't that better?" He clucked and you nodded wordlessly, enjoying the pleasure he was bringing you.

Your eyes flickered open when he slowed to a stop, no longer pumping them in and out of you. "Luckily for you, I've got something better. Get on your hands and knees" He urged and you bit your lip, quickly scrambling off him to assume the position as you also tried to hoist your dress up over your waist again for his easy access.

"Oh" He alerted, halting your movements. "And keep your eyes on me, okay baby?"