How dare Kylo Ren do that to you? You pace back and forth in your quarters, your heels sharply clicking on the ground with every angry step. What you had witnessed was the last thing you had been expecting to walk in on. And with his own secretary. It was one thing when you had fucked Kess. That was when you and Kylo weren't even 'together,' back before you had agreed that you wouldn't be seeing other people. What Kylo had done was purely out of anger and pettiness. He just wanted to spite you and it worked. It made your blood boil and drove your rage through the roof of the ship. You had a burning desire to make him pay. You craved seeing the look on his face when you confronted him. Something wicked was stirring inside of you. Something that made you wild.

You stop pacing abruptly. Who did he think he was? If you had done this instead of Kylo, he would already be here screaming and whining. And suddenly you weren't allowed to do the same? No. Your jaw clenches and you storm towards your door. You were going to give him a piece of your mind and he was going to regret every second of what he had done. If that bastard thought he could just cheat and get away with it, he was mistaken. His actions were just as consequential as yours. That man knew punishment from no one except for Snoke. He had spent too long riding around on his high horse. That time was over and Kylo's luck had run out. You weren't going to be something he could just walk all over.

The sleek black fabric of your dress drags at your feet as you storm down the hall. Your leg appears and disappears through the high slit with every step you take. The vibrant red color you had painted your lips with suddenly had the appearance of blood through your filter of crimson rage. Your long red nails click against the screen of the panel outside of Kylo's room as your fingers fly across the numbers. As the door slides open, you take long strides inside. Your angry eyes land on Kylo.

He looked worse than you thought. His head was in his hands and lowered to the floor. To your surprise, he looked ashamed of what he had done. At the sound of the door closing, Kylo lifts his head. He quickly gets to his feet, his lips parting at the sight of you as he sucks in his breath sharply. The honey-brown eyes, usually hard and cold, were filled with guilt. It was then that you knew he was vulnerable. He knew he had messed up.

"Butterfly-" Kylo starts, taking a step towards you.

Your hand flies before you could stop yourself. It strikes Kylo sharply across the face, whipping his head to the side from the impact. He slowly looks back up, gingerly touching the red splotch on his cheek where you had struck him. Kylo swallows. "I deserved that..."

"You really did." You snap. "You deserve so much more. What you did was sick and twisted. You're pathetic, you know that? I should hit you again for that."

Kylo remains surprisingly silent. He was taking every word that fell from your tongue like a painful beating. He seemed so small in front of you all of a sudden; like he was a child getting scolded. The wicked thing stirring within you still wasn't satisfied. It drove the words from your mouth before you could blink.

"On your knees."

He looked surprised. To your own astonishment, he slowly sinks down onto his knees in front of you. If he was going to take this punishment, he would take it with none of his strength. Just like he deserved. He deserved to be forced to worship you and the ground you walked on because he was blind to what he had right in front of him. You had given him everything and it wasn't enough. This wasn't enough. You wanted to make him pay. It wasn't enough to sleep with someone else to get revenge. You needed to hit Kylo where it hurt. The thought of bringing him down made you giddy.

"Your hands and knees." You sneer to hide your excitement.

This must have been too threatening to his fragile masculinity, for he only glared up at you. He places his hands on his knees, but goes no further. You take a step towards him and he gasps as your knee lifts. Your leg slips out from the slit in the dress and your stiletto presses in between his shoulder blades, forcing him onto his hands and knees. You walk around him, shaking your head and chuckling cruelly. "Look at you. Pathetic. You will never be satisfied. I need to fix that. Get up, you slob."

Kylo slowly rises to his feet, suddenly appearing very ashamed as he shifts in front of you. Then you saw why. A cold chuckle escapes your lips at the sight of Kylo's hardened length stretching against his pants.

"You're getting turned on by this?" You scoff judgmentally. "You're sick, you know that? You don't deserve me. Tell me what you want and maybe I'll play nice if I feel like it."

"I want you," Kylo whispers.

"You can do better than that."

His devilish eyes meet yours. "I want you. I need you."

"Take off your shirt. Get on the bed." You order.

He follows your first order, but doesn't comply with the second one. When Kylo doesn't budge, you press a hand to his chest and push him backwards. His bare back hits the mattress, causing the bed to shift. He looks hungrily at you as you slowly walk towards the bed, his eyes tracing your leg. You lift one leg up onto the bed, watching him squirm. You trail your hand up your leg seductively. "Do you want me?"

"Yes," he chokes.

You slip your feet out of your heels and reach into your dress through the high slit, hooking your thumb through the band of your panties. You tug them down and climb onto the bed, moving over him in a straddle. Your hands trail over his chiseled torso, scarlet nails digging into his skin and leaving red welts that slowly rise up. Kylo chokes back a groan, but you heard it.

"So desperate," you laugh at his desire. "Tell me, Ren, do you think you deserve my cunt around your cock?" When he doesn't reply, you dig your nails deeper into his chest. "Answer me!"

"No." Kylo gasps, his lustful eyes glued to yours.

You trail your hand down past his stomach, barely skimming the massive bulge in his pants. Kylo bucks his hips in response to your touch. Unable to contain himself, he reaches down and begins to palm himself through the fabric of his pants. You slap his hand aside. "Did I tell you to do that?"

"You don't give the orders around here." Kylo spits, his cheeks flushing red with frustration. He was aching for you and he couldn't do a thing about it. What a pitiful display. "I'm the Supreme Leader."

"You're an embarrassment, that's what you are. I tell you what to do and when you get to do it. Is that clear?" You grip his face in your hand, nails digging into his cheeks. He manages to nod stiffly and you smirk. "Good boy."

You lean down and press your lips to Kylo's neck, taking the skin between your teeth as his pulse rabbits. You suck until he groans softly. When you pulled away, it was slowly turning red. Your lips sloppily connect with his. Your tongue forces his lips apart, giving you access to explore his mouth. Kylo's hands rest on your hips, trying to force you down to meet his straining and needy erection. You push his hands away and sit up, observing the lipstick now smudged around his mouth. He looked so pathetic and used. But you were just getting started.

"That little whore's pussy doesn't compare to mine." You hiss as you reach down and unzip his pants, pulling his dick free. "She's nothing. You're nothing. All you're good for is filling me up and nothing more. Say it."

"I'm nothing." Kylo's cock twitches towards your cunt as it hovers above him. "I'm good for nothing. She was nothing. F-Fuck."

You lower your hips just enough to skim his hard cock with the already-wet lips of your sex. Kylo's head snaps up, teeth grit with determination. He needed this and you. You reach behind your back and grab hold of the zipper of your dress, managing to tug it down. You slip the dress from your arms and lift up one leg at a time to get out of it entirely. The dress hits the floor beside the bed and Kylo growls hungrily at the sight of your exposed breasts. Wanting to taunt him, you run your hands up and down your body, kneading both breasts tauntingly.

You pull your lip through your teeth, looking down at Kylo. "Do you want this?"

"More than anything." He shoots up to grab you by the shoulders, trying to force you down on his cock.

"You asshole!" You slap him sharply across the cheek and his head whips into the pillow, pulling a low moan from his lips. "You like that? Filthy little boy. I should leave for that-" you swing your leg over him.

Kylo catches you by the wrist, eyes wide and pleading. "No! Please!" He grunts as his head falls back. You wrap your hands tightly around his throat and his eyes roll back.

You scoff and reach down, taking his painfully hard cock in one hand. It throbs in your grasp and your heart leaps. You were lusting just as much as he was. The only difference was that now you were in control of him. Kylo hisses sharply as you tease the head of his dick again, before sinking down. Your walls clench onto him as you sink further onto his length. You tip your head back, stifling a moan of both pleasure and pain.

"Please-" Kylo begs, desperate for motion and friction.

"Beg for it." Your hand tightens around his throat.

His gaze digs into yours. "I need you to fuck me. Please."

"Perfect," you bite your lip.

Your hips move in slow circles, grinding against him as he grunts beneath you. Here he was--the Supreme Leader--completely powerless and left at your mercy. He was so desperate and helpless that it was hard to imagine him as the same man. Your cunt stretches to accommodate his length. You slid up and down on his cock, pushing him further inside of you with every little move until his head was striking your cervix. You brace your palms on his stomach, leaning your weight forward while Kylo struggles beneath you. He wanted to push you down and roll on top of you, but you would never let him get the chance. He lets out a shameless groan as your nails dig into his abs.

"You feel so good," you hissed. "Did the little whore-of-a-secretary you fucked treat you like this?"

"N-No." Kylo's eyes roll further back into his head as he groans.

"That's right-" you pant as you bounce steadily on his dick "-because she didn't know what she was doing. She doesn't know you like I do." With every movement, he was getting closer to his peak and so were you. "You--fuck--ruined my entire life, Kylo. Do you know that? You don't deserve any of this. Say it, god damn it!"

"I-I don't deserve this." Kylo pants as his fingers dig into your thighs, nails scrabbling desperately into your skin.

You moan lewdly. "That's right. Now make me cum, Supreme Leader."

Kylo could only lie beneath you and watch as your head tips back in pure ecstasy. Your nails drag across his chest and he grips your wrists tightly as you come around his cock. You lift yourself from his length and he moans. "No! Please! I need to-"

"You don't get to cum." You grab a fistful of his hair, ripping his head up to connect his lips with yours. "Not yet anyways."

You reach down, collecting the liquid dripping down from in between your legs. Your fingers, now coated and slick, slide past Kylo's lips. He groans as he sucks contently on your digits, his brown eyes burning with hunger. He was still aching and begging for the release that you weren't going to give him any time soon. You lean down and snatch his cock, causing him to cry out.

"You're so close and yet... you don't get to have the chance. Now you know what it's like to have something ripped away from you." You scoot down, sitting down on his knees.

Gripping his thighs tightly, you grip his cock in one hand and lean down. Your tongue slides along his slick shaft, wet with your cum and his own pre-cum. His cock was red, heavy, lined with veins, and pulsing. There was only his aching desire hanging in the air. You close your lips around his length, bobbing your head up and down.

"Yes!" Kylo gasps, eyes disappearing in the back of his head as he pushes his head into the pillow. "Just like that." He wails and lets out a sob as your hand closes tightly around the base.

You knew that he wouldn't be able to come as long as your hand was there. Kylo could only watch as his dick ached and drool spilled from your lips. Your tongue swirls around the head of his cock as you pull away and wipe your mouth, giving him a nasty grin. "Do you want to cum, Ren?"

"Yes," he sputters, cheeks tinted red.

"Yes, what?" You smirk.

His face falls in realization. "Yes, Commander."

"Where do you want to cum?" Your finger slides teasingly along the underside of his shaft.

"Inside of you, Commander." Kylo huffs in frustration, biting down on his lower lip. "Fuck! Please let me cum inside of you! L-Let me cum!"

You rise from the bed and stand back, arms crossed over your bare chest. "Do it yourself, Supreme Leader and watch as your useless cum hits the bed."

Kylo looks at you pleadingly, but you don't budge. He greedily grabs his cock, sliding his fist up and down its length. He huffs and pants, his head falling back pathetically as he jerks himself off. You narrow your eyes, watching him get closer and closer to his peak. At the last second, you grab onto his wrist. Kylo's eyes snap open and widen.

"I've changed my mind." You watch his hope spike and fade. "You don't deserve to cum."

"No," he sobs. "Please."

You release his hand and pull him into a sitting position. You lean in, pressing your lips against his ear. "No. Touch yourself when I leave and you never get me again. Is that clear?"

Kylo swallows, his lips twitching. "Yes."

"Liar. Get up. Get yourself dressed." You order, pointing at the mound of his clothes on the floor.

As you step back into your dress and zip it up, you watch closely as Kylo rises and unwillingly puts his clothes back on. If you weren't mistaken, he looked like he was on the verge of tears. He practically shuffles into the bathroom, hands planted on the counter as he looks up at his reflection miserably. His lips were puffy and smudged with your lipstick. The black hair that usually sat so neatly was flying all over the place and his cheeks were still tinted bright red. His hard on was still painfully obvious within the confines of his pants and yet you couldn't pity him. You enter the bathroom behind him. Kylo wearily looks at you through the mirror as you wrap your arms around his waist, looking innocently back at him.

"Have anything to say for yourself?" You smirk.

Kylo grips the counter tightly. "That wasn't the first time I had something ripped away from me, you know." His voice was hoarse and deep. "You didn't just lose a friend when I left that night. I lost someone I loved."

You release him at once. You nod stiffly, meeting his eyes in the mirror. "You really won't be satisfied no matter what, huh? The only person you can blame for any of this is yourself. You don't deserve my forgiveness and yet I always give it to you. Why is that?" You shake your head, turning on her heel as you start toward his door.

Kylo quickly steps out of the bathroom. "Butterfly..."

You turn.

He hesitates. "Thank you."

"For what?"

He doesn't reply.