"Fuuuck!"

Your chest was swelling like waves in a storm as you came down from your climax. That was the fourth time you had masturbated over Kylo Ren in the past 24 hours. At this point, your clit was chafing from the constant stimulation, your nerves numb from being forced to explode every time you had a free moment.

But you were unable to control it--his words, his cock, his hands--everything about the encounter you had two days ago was possessing you, lighting a fire inside of you every time you thought about it. The worst part was that you were so baffled about the entire thing--you loathed Kylo Ren. But you were obsessing nonetheless.

You rose from your bed--if it could be called that, more like a cot, really--and slipped your uniform over your tender skin. Your legs were still quivering from your most recent peak, but you stood and pulled on your shoes despite it. Nothing like a pre-work orgasm to start off the day.

As you walked to your assignment, the thought spiral that had been plaguing you reared its bizarre, confusing head. Did Kylo Ren do this with everyone who pissed him off? Why would he--a Force user, the Commander of the First Order--bother having a liaison with you to begin with? Maybe it wasn't people who pissed him off-- maybe just the engineers who worked on his shuttle. Sam had gotten lucky again.

And that was the other thing--forget what you were doing to Kylo Ren. What was Kylo Ren doing to you? How did you go from a cute little crush on blonde, boyish Sam to sucking down the semen of a masked man? Maybe he was using the Force. Was that how the Force worked?

You plopped down at the diagnostics terminal next to the shuttle and got to work. No, that wasn't it. You hated how difficult he made your life-- but he exuded power, sexuality, dominance. And, to be honest, there was something irresistibly hot about being desired by Kylo Flipping Ren.

A twinge in your lower abdomen. But you didn't have time for that today.

You scanned the progress for the repairs of the shuttle. It seemed as if everything would be repaired within a couple of days. That was speedier than you were expecting, considering the level of damage to the internal wiring.

"I'd say you do a damn good job," came familiar voice. Your heart jumped and you spun around. It was just Jakar.

"Ugh. Thanks," you said, rubbing your forehead. "This shuttle is such a headache for me."

Jakar shrugged. "You say that, but I've never seen someone diagnose and coordinate such an extensive repair so quickly."

You blushed. "Don't get too impressed. I've had to inspect and repair that thing, like, eighty-thousand times. I'm just super-familiar with it."

"You should give yourself some credit, girl," Jakar said, nudging you with his elbow.

"All right, all right," you said, crossing your arms. "Your boss gave me a work order for his ship, you know."

"The Lieutenant?" Jakar said. "Must be the engines. I've been trying to figure that thing out for a week. If you can fix it, I'll really be impressed."

"No guarantees," you said. You reviewed the progress for the Command Shuttle one final time. Nothing else for you to do with this mess. "I'm about to head over there, though."

"I'll walk with ya," Jakar said, grinning. You wished Jakar was your boss on Starkiller, instead of the cranky, uptight Guerrin.

You smiled back. "Thanks." You hopped off of your chair and kept pace with him. Despite his short legs, he was a quick mover.

Jakar eyed you, brow furrowed. "I heard Ren chewed you out after he heard you throw your data pad."

Your stomach did the type of gymnastics that were only capable by an alien species. "Huh. Uh, yeah. I guess you could say that." A thousand thoughts were whirling in your brain. What had people heard? What did they know? What did they see?

"People thought you were dead for sure when he locked the ramp," Jakar said. "Nobody knew what was happening."

"Oh!" you said, a sigh of relief rushing out. "I think he was just pissed and wanted to scare everyone. He just yelled at me and stuff."

"And stuff?" Jakar asked, eyebrows touching his forehead. "Discipline by Kylo Ren doesn't usually involve and stuff."

You grumbled, shooting him a glare. "Forgive me if I don't want to share the intimate details of getting yelled at like a child." You hoped he mistook your reddening cheeks for embarrassment.

He held up his hands. "Hey, okay. Fair enough, fair enough," he said. "Just worried about you, is all."

"Don't worry about me," you said, rolling your eyes. "I'm a big girl, okay? Can tie my own shoes and everything."

Jakar laughed--a hearty, deep laugh that made you smile, too. "All right then." He stopped, and you realized that you had arrived at the ship. "Here it is. I'll see ya later."

"See you, Jakar," you said, turning to look at your charge.

It was a TIE fighter, but there had been a few custom additions to it. An indulgent choice--TIE fighters weren't known for their durability. Most pilots ended up with a replacement within a year. You would bet anything that whoever installed them had fiddled around and screwed up something in the engines.

Sucking in a breath, you walked under the ship, planning your attack. You'd have to start at the engines and work your way out. If the engines weren't malfunctioning, then something connected to it was the culprit. You opened the panel to the heat sink and removed the limiter. This was necessary for you to test the engines, but the ship couldn't be run without it. Well, it could--but it would almost certainly catch fire and endanger the life of the pilot.

As you looked over the heat sink, your mind wandered, and the ache in your belly resurfaced. A flash of memory--Kylo Ren's hard dick throbbing in your mouth. You groaned to yourself. Now you definitely didn't have time to crank one out.

You had been so entrenched in your fantasy, you hadn't even noticed the thumping of boots behind you. The hair on your arms stood on end as you realized it far too late. It was him.

"Your thoughts are incredibly loud," he said. Just his voice was enough to jellify your knees. But you steeled yourself and faced him.

"I'm sorry, Commander, but I'm in the middle of an assignment." you said, gesturing to the ship. You figured you should at least try to have a modicum of respect. "It would be best for us to talk later."

"That's nice," he replied. "You need to come with me."

"You need to do something other than piss me off while I'm at work," you replied. Whoops. So much for that respect thing.

"You're so right," he replied. "So you either choose to come with me, or I'll remove that choice."

You muttered nonsense under your breath and slammed shut the panel to the heat sink. "Fine."

He strode off, silent--as usual. You followed him, running through all of the reasons being sexual with him was an awful idea: he was cruel, he was your superior, he could get you killed--or worse--fired. All of them seemed great on paper. But the sight of his broad shoulders and strong arms ripped up that paper and then set it on fire.

You followed him through a set of doors--beyond them, it looked like a decommissioned communications room, with blank screens filling the walls. Down for repairs, you guessed. He stood at one of the screens, staring back at you, fists at his sides.

"You haven't explained to me why I can hear you," he said. His tone was tight.

You sighed. "I still don't have a clue what you're talking about," you said. "Just stop reading my thoughts."

"I don't," he replied, sounding impatient.

"You do so!" you replied. "It's like your fingers are picking my brain apart."

"No," he said, "I'm finding where you are. Because if I'm anywhere near you, you're there. In and out. Constantly. Usually when you're angry. Or, as I've discovered over the past two days--aroused."

A massive wave of heat stormed your body as you crossed your arms. The floor had become far more interesting to look at than Kylo Ren.

He took a step toward you. "You're nothing but an engineer." Another step. "How are you doing this?" Yet another step. "And why are you able toblock me from your thoughts?"

"Why don't you just block me from yours, if it's such a big deal?" you said. "Aren't you like, a Jedi killer or something?"

Kylo Ren pounded his fist against the screen next to him, shattering the display. Now it would definitely need a repair. "Tell me!" He was so loud that his voice crackled under the modulator.

"Dude, I don't know!" you cried, heart racing. "Just ignore me! Gods!"

"If I could, I would," he replied. "As of now, you infuriate me."

You wanted to jump out of your skin. "Well, I don't know what to tell you, man. Go somewhere else if it bothers you that much."

At this, Kylo Ren was crossing the room, closing the space between you in what seemed like two strides. Your blood pressure rocketed into space, but your feet failed to move. He took your chin in his hand and turned your head toward him, fingers squeezing your jaw.

"Oh, but I don't want to," he said. "You infuriate me, but I am absolutely fascinated." You couldn't see his eyes, but you could feel them roaming your body. "Even when you're not in my head, I'm thinking about you."

"Uh, uh--what?" you said, trying to writhe away from him. You didn't want to do this again. He wouldn't let you go.

"Every time I've seen you since our first meeting on the shuttle, the desire has gotten worse," he said.

Your curiosity wouldn't let it die. Against your better judgement, you found words spilling from your mouth. "What desire?"

"Your attitude. It needs... adjusting." His voice was tearing through you, straight to your inner-thighs.

"Adjusting?" you said. A laugh escaped your chest, despite yourself. "Just demote me or something, I don't know."

He tugged you closer. "Because you drive me wild. Hearing your thoughts about me, it isn't enough to just discipline you..." he trailed off and paused. "I have to destroy you."

You could almost feel the floodgates between your legs open as your breath hitched. Your mind started spinning in circles. How was it possible to hate someone so much--but want them so badly? Why couldn't you pull yourself together and shut your thoughts off now? More important than anything else--what in the stars did this man look like?

"Don't try to hide it," he said, his hand falling from your face onto your breast. You shivered. "I can hear you screaming for me."

"Fuck you!" you said, prying yourself away. But Kylo Ren was quicker, his other hand behind your back, catching you and pulling you against him. "Ugh!"

"But that's what you want, isn't it?" he said, squeezing your breast, his thumb catching your stiffening nipple, even over clothing. Sparks flew over your skin.

"I want to see your face," you spat, voice already ragged. "If we're going to do this..."

Kylo Ren laughed, the mask muffling the mirth you knew was there. "What exactly are we doing?"

You whined, trying to squirm away again. "Bastard," you said. "You know exactly what we're doing."

His hand fell further, grazing your belly, fingers brushing your sex. "Not sure I do."

A moan surfaced and you caught it in your throat. Your legs were buckling under you as your cunt clenched in response to his touch. "Please," you said. You didn't want to beg again.

"So desperate," he said, his fingers skimming back and forth across the warmth between your legs. His other hand fell from behind your back down to your backside, gripping your ass. "How desperate are you?"

You wanted to scream. As another moan fought its way out of your mouth, a screeching alarm slashed your eardrums. The lights in the room dimmed and a white light blinked across your vision over and over. Kylo Ren froze.

"A fire," you said, pushing him away. "There's a fire!"

A calm, robotic voice rose over the alarm, echoing throughout the entire ship. "Fire on docking bay three, sector D. Immediate attention required. Fire on docking bay three, sector D. Immediate attention required."

Your heart dropped. That was where the Lieutenant's ship was. You wrenched yourself from Kylo Ren's gaze and bust through the doors and down the hall, feet skidding on the shiny black tile. To your surprise, he didn't stop you. You were racing to the scene as fast as your legs would move, the alarm blaring a crater into your brain.

As you came closer, scores of workers were marching into the hall, hoping to escape the fire. A massive, black cloud billowed into your line of sight, and your chest grew tighter. You needed to turn back, but an anxiety was erupting within you that you couldn't ignore.

You pushed forward, turning the corner. As the scene came into focus, your legs collapsed underneath you, your hands hitting the floor. The Lieutenant's ship was on fire. He had tried to start it, and it caught on fire. You flashed back to when Kylo Ren had pulled you away. You shut the door to the heat sink. You hadn't replaced the limiter, though.

You forgot to replace the limiter. This was your fault. A ship was encompassed in fire, and you were to blame. This was the end of your time on the Finalizer. You were sure of it. Tears welled in your eyes as you buried your face into your hands.