Two hours was a surprisingly long time to consider whether or not you wanted to risk your head for some dick. Most people, you supposed, would identify this as a non-issue--of course it wasn't logical to endanger your life just for sex.

But most people had never had sex with Kylo Ren.

That was your only explanation as to why you found yourself standing outside of Kylo Ren's quarters two hours following his request. Anxiety was strangling your heart, your foot tapping at the tiled floor while you waiting for the hatch to open in front of you--as it always had. But you'd stood there for all of 30 seconds, arms crossed, eyes darting from the floor to down the hall--and gotten nothing.

The rational side of your brain was thunking you on the forehead, fretting about the stupidity of this idea. Yes, continue standing out in the open in front of Kylo Ren's quarters. That won't look suspicious at all. They'll certainly be swift with your death. Even still, you wanted to stay. Wanted to see him. Because you knew that he knew--under all of the verbalized denial--that this wasn't just sex. Not anymore.

You were jolted from your thoughts when the hatch whooshed open, followed by a dark, dangerous voice in your ear.

"Get in."

"Shit!" you whispered, swiveling to face him. "Where did you even come from! How do you do that!"

Kylo Ren gripped your shoulders, shoving you over the threshold. When the door hissed shut behind him, you pivoted on your heel, glaring straight at his mask. For a moment, you'd almost forgotten how big he was--his shoulders alone nearly filled the frame of the entrance--the inky darkness of the hall creeping onto his robes made him seem all-encompassing, as if he was crafted from black shadows. It was only then you realized that you were, essentially, trapped.

"I really shouldn't be here," you said. "This... General Hux said--"

"Enough." Kylo stepped forward, dragging the net of shade with him. Your heart thumped. Something else did, too.

"What do you want from me?" You folded your arms across your chest. "Thought we had a mutual understanding."

He took another step. "Did we?" Another one. "I don't remember reaching any understanding." Now his body was within arm's length. "Perhaps you can enlighten me."

You swallowed the ache in your throat. "You told me to get away from you, I fucked you up for being an asshole. We're even. Done."

Static from the mask. Kylo was inches from you, your breath buffeting his cloth chest, his hidden gaze so magnetic that you hadn't even noticed the hand reaching to pinch your jaw until you felt the clamp of warm leather at your chin. He squeezed, forcing your lips to purse under his stare.

"Done?" His voice rumbled in your ears. "Do tell."

"You tell!" The hair on your neck was standing in irritation. "You're the one who told me to get away! To get out. All of that. You said it."

"And you didn't listen." The pad of a leather thumb traced your bottom lip. "In fact, you did much more than fail to listen." He whipped your head to side and planted the cold muzzle of his mask into your exposed neck, holding you in place with another hand at the small of your back. "You made me remember."

Your skin was gooseflesh from the neck down, your thighs fighting off the warmth glowing between them. "R-remember what?"

More static. He was amused. "How I have to destroy you, pet."

An electric thrill shot up your spine, sparking low in your belly and shuddering the air in your ribcage. You fought to keep your neck from craning back, but it was too late--you were wilting into his hands, an automatic response you lacked the will to fight. And even if you'd wanted to, you wouldn't, knowing he could hear your arousal ringing like bells in your brain.

You whimpered, trying to wriggle out of his grip--but he had you caged. "Kylo, we're going to get caught."

He stepped into you, slinking a gloved hand up the back of your shirt, leather skimming your skin. The drag of seams on your sensitive flesh made you shiver in his arms--and underneath his mask, you heard his breath catch in delight. His fingers had found the clasp of your bra, fiddling with it as he pushed you further into his body.

"Kylo," you mumbled, "please. If Hux--"

"He won't." Kylo bit the words between his teeth while he popped the last hook on the band.

You rolled your eyes. "And how do you know that?"

But he didn't respond, instead pulling your top up your back, tugging at it in effort to get you to raise your arms. Groaning, you drove the heels of your palms into his biceps, trying to shove him off, but he only jerked you closer, growling.

"This will be far less fun for you if you continue to fight me."

"This is a mistake," you said. "This is a bad idea. I'll be--"

Kylo's fists balled around the fabric in his fingers. "I've already said you won't. Enough."

"You just expect me to believe you?"

"Yes."

You choked a laugh. "Oh, right. Because that's worked out so well for me in the past."

The hand on your chin gathered your wrists, holding them above you while his other hand yanked your top past your head. He released you for only a moment--and when you went to move, to drop your arms, you found you couldn't--frozen in place. Okay, so, he was fully recovered then.

"You fucker," you grumbled.

"Mm."

Kylo pulled your shirt past your wrists, tossing it onto the floor, your unhooked bra following it seconds later, nipples puckering as they hit the air. You'd nearly forgotten how it felt to be so helpless, so exposed. You'd also nearly forgotten how much you loved it--but your body was eager to remind you, heat dripping like oil into the pit of your belly.

Leather gloves palmed at your breasts, the visor of his mask locked onto your chest, seemingly mesmerized by the way your flesh responded to the lazy caress of his digits. You held your breath, watching him, the intensity of his attention and focus bringing a clench below your waist. And you still couldn't move your arms.

"Can you let me go?" you asked, frowning.

He was silent, mask tilting to take in the rest of your body before rising to your gaze. "Will you be a good girl?"

You snorted. "Am I ever?"

A pause. Kylo's hands grasped the sides of his helmet, and it unhitched with a whine. While you watched him pull it from his head, your blood stilled in your veins, the memory of his searing scar flashing in your retina. Yet, when it fell to the floor, your anxiety evaporated. The scar was clean, still pink with the growth of new skin, cutting a jagged line across his face--and, to your surprise, it hadn't made an ounce of difference. He looked as beautiful as he ever had.

The Force released your body, but it didn't matter--Kylo's hands circled your wrists again, his lips crashing into yours when he guided you to the wall, your back bracing against the cold steel of the hallway. He didn't keep on your mouth for long, kissing wet marks along your jaw, up to your ear, where he drew your lobe between his teeth, nibbling it with hot breath.

How did you always end up against the wall? "That's not really letting me go."

"I haven't forgotten what you did to me." His free hand was undoing your trousers, bunching them down your hips. "I think you're the only one who can fix it."

You squirmed under his grip, the exposure of your panties and thighs making you tremble. "W-what do you mean?"

Kylo slid a finger under the hem of your underwear, giving a longing pull. "I mean..." He started to inch those down, too, and you whimpered. His voice was low and soft in your ear. "I'm going to fuck every one of your holes until they're dripping with my cum."

His words liquefied your bones, your body turning to a puddle of lust at his feet. You couldn't stop the anxious contraction of your cunt--nor could you help the moan that rumbled in your throat as your head lolled to the side, neck aching for his lips. He obliged you, latching onto your heartbeat and sucking a welt into your skin.

"Fuck," you mumbled. Your panties were around your ankles now, too, his digits dancing along the inside of your thighs, the sensitive mound of your pussy. The threat of your death seemed distant and fuzzy. "Fuck, I hate you."

"So you say. And yet..." He brushed your clit, and you whined. "Your body breaks for me."

"Fuck you, dude."

"Hm." He pulled away, surveying your flushing figure. "I know which one is going first."

With that, Kylo hoisted you over his shoulder, pulling off your shoes and letting your clothes fall to the floor, leaving you completely naked. You rocked with his heavy steps while he made his way into his bedroom, slapping your ass before tossing you like baggage onto his mattress. The bed was so soft, so forgiving, and you hadn't slept in anything but a cot for three weeks. But you weren't given much time to relax--Kylo was leering at you, eyes ravenous as he stalked along the perimeter of the bed frame. Silent, he held out his hand, and your trousers were drawn into them.

You raised a brow. "What the--"

Kylo snatched your wrists, binding them together with one leg of your pants, tying the other to the middle of his headboard, leaving you spread out and vulnerable before him. Your heart was a loud, steady beat, knocking at your sternum, sending the hot blood of desire racing through your veins.

"Is that really necessary?" you asked. If you could use the Force, you'd find any excuse.

"No." He stepped back, rubbing at the bulge between his legs. "But you look far more beautiful this way."

You swallowed. How were you supposed to respond to that?

Keeping his gaze stuck to yours, he sauntered to the bed, climbing on straddling your head. You were only inches away from the evidence of his need, now, and your cheeks watered, thighs pushing together to give your stiffening clit some friction. Kylo's face was wiped blank while he fussed with his pants, and when he finally released his cock, he let it rest on your lips, smirking only when you fought with your urge to draw its hot, smooth length into your mouth.

"Even now, you can't resist me. Naughty slut." He wove his hand through your hair, lifting your head. "Are you going to beg for me, pet?"

You didn't want to--not really--even though your cunt was already pulsing at the thought. Even though the word "pet" made your heart ache with glee and desire. Even though, in this moment, you wanted nothing more than to please him--you didn't want to beg. Because then you'd be gone. You'd be his. You'd be in danger--again.

And yet--

"Please, Commander." Your voice was deep and soft, alien to your own ears. "Please, let me suck your cock."

"Mm--good girl," he purred. "Open."

You did, and he gripped your hair, pushing himself into you. Without thinking, you groaned on his length, legs writhing with arousal as he inched himself along your squirming tongue. Kylo Ren was biting his lip, watching your own lips stretch around his dick, watching you stare up at him with large, obedient eyes. He throbbed in your mouth, and you swallowed, the pool of your spit mixing with pearls of salty pre-cum.

Kylo grunted, pulling out and thrusting back in, and in and out again, lips parting while you whimpered and choked on the size of his cock. You tried to hollow out your cheeks, to move your tongue against him as you started to suck, but the angle and his size made it too difficult--every snap of his hips earned another gag from you.

"Poor thing," he said. "Am I too big for your dirty little mouth?"

Nodding, you attempted to groan your agreement, but found yourself muffled by a deep thrust into your throat. You retched, trying to get off of his length, but another hand seized the back of your head, holding you there, tears and drool sliding to your jaw while he rocked into you. Every noise from your chest was a stifled whimper, and your now swollen clit was begging to be played with. But he was ruthless, fingers burrowed into your face, cock fucking hard into your throat, and when you squeezed shut your lids, he growled.

"Look at me, whore," he ordered. "Look at me when I'm fucking you. Know whose cum you're about to taste."

You did, gazing at him with cloudy eyes, your throat sore, lips and tongue going numb with his brutal thrusting.

"Good girl," he moaned, "so good... fuck..."

Kylo shifted, craning your head back, plunging deeper into your neck, seething in pleasure when you whined on his cock, your cheeks burning red with tears. His breath was coming fast, his dick pulsing urgently in your mouth, and then he was cursing, hissing your name, hips jerking in sloppy thrusts. He pulled out, fisting his length.

"Open."

You did, and he growled, shooting hot ropes of white cum onto your mouth and eyes, hips still rolling while he fucked his hand through the end of his climax. As he caught his breath, he looked down at you, your jaw jacked open, his bitter cum collecting on your tongue and sticking one of your lids shut.

"Go on," he said. "Swallow it."

Groaning, you swallowed, eye twitching as it opened despite the pull of his seed on your lashes. You were gasping now, too, head falling onto the mattress when he dropped you, and you sighed, wondering when he would clean the rest of his release from your face.

Kylo snickered, easing off of you. "I won't be."

"Uh, what?"

"We're not done yet."

Your heart skipped. "But you--"

He clucked his tongue. "Don't you listen, foolish girl?" He swooped over you, his hands coming down beside your shoulders, his breath ghosting your ear. "I said I'd fuck every hole."

Fire ate your skin, and you whinged, kicking and fighting at your restraints. Your fingers were itching to run through his hair, your lips buzzing for his own, but he paid you no heed, hands sliding along the sides of your arms while he pressed soft kisses into your neck. He was already drawing quiet mewls from your throat, growing louder as he descended to your clavicle, skimming his tongue along it.

Your body arched into his touch, toes curling when he went lower still, hot lips marking a trail to your breasts. Kylo gathered one in his hand, sucking the other into his mouth, smirking against your skin when you whined, biting your lip to hold back your near-incessant noise. But he must have taken this as a challenge, flicking his tongue at the tip of your nipple, rolling the other between the pads of his leather digits. When you still didn't break, his other hand slithered down your belly, tapping your clit like it was made of glass.

"S-shit!" You flung your head to the side, bucking your pelvis into his touch. "Please, Kylo, please!"

Kylo looked up from your breast, dropping your nipple from his mouth with a frown. "Is that how I taught you to ask for what you want?"

You groaned. Gods, he was insufferable sometimes.

"I heard that."

"Ugh!" You took a breath. "Commander, could you please do that again, sir?"

He huffed in amusement. "And what exactly is that, pet? Be specific."

Blood burned your face. "You know what, forget it--" He grazed your clit again. "--fuck! Commander, please! Please rub my clit, sir!"

Kylo growled in satisfaction. "Good girl," he said. "In fact, you're so good, I'll have a bit of mercy on you."

Without another word, he returned to your breast, kissing your nipple, then down your ribcage, hands following him along your sides as he made his way to your navel, your belly, to the mound of your cunt, stopping there. He looked at you--his irises smoldering with amber flecks of hunger, ready to devour you at any second. That on its own made you clench, let alone when he peeled apart your legs, situating himself between them, gloved thumbs opening your folds to his glittering gaze.

It was at this point you most hated the restraints on your wrists--your face was aflame with shame and desire, and you were clamoring for control. But Kylo had no sympathy for you.

"You know the rules," he said. "Eyes open. Stay still."

You sighed, meeting his stare. "Yes, sir."

Kylo wet his lips--but said nothing else, instead choosing to lick small bands up and down the inside of your folds, leading his tongue into the crevices of your cunt, always missing your clit. His mouth left small, chaste kisses on your outer lips, circling up to the top of your slit and down again. One finger was at your entrance--not going in, just there, teasing you, making you hyper-aware of every pre-climax clench.

Every inch of your skin was quivering in anticipation, clit so swollen and stiff it was almost painful. You needed him. You needed him to make you cum.

As if he heard you--he probably had--his gaze flickered up to meet yours, and then back to your pussy, where he sealed his lips around your aching bud and sucked, hard and fast, tongue laving at you in rhythm. Pleasure was injected into your bloodstream, blurring your vision, fogging your brain, making you moan and gasp and thrash. He slipped that single digit inside, curling it inside of you, and you coiled your legs around him, gyrating your hips into his mouth--so close, already so close--

Grunting, he pulled away, clawing at your thighs and pinning your legs onto the bed, embers of lust burning in his eyes. You cried out, hanging at the cliff of your climax, desperate for release, but Kylo only smirked.

"You don't think I'd let you cum before I've had my fun, do you?"

You glared at him, blowing furious air through your nose. "Fuck you."

He clucked his tongue once more. "Another word like that and you won't cum at all." Kylo shuffled forward onto the bed, and you saw his cock, fully erect again, a bead of pre-cum at the tip, the shaft still slick with your saliva. He hummed, stroking himself while his eyes consumed you. "If only I could keep you here. Just like this. You're gorgeous..."

A rush of heat swept your flesh, and then Kylo was looming over you, hips spreading your thighs, the head of his dick prodding at your wet, pulsing core. He braced himself and sunk in with a sting, sucking in a breath through his teeth as he was enveloped by your tight cunt. When he had pushed into to the hilt, he paused, catching your gaze before he began pounding into you. Squealing, you threw your head back, and when you did, a warm glove encircled your neck, thumb pressing on your pulse.

You gasped, your walls squeezing him, the pressure of his hand evoking a long, ecstatic moan. Kylo grunted, fucking you harder--his thrusts were brutal, animalistic, his breath hitching and teeth gritting with exertion.

"Nasty slut," he growled. "You think you can just ride my cock? Use me however you want?" He squeezed harder--you felt the prickle of blood loss at your lips, and he leaned to your ear. "You're mine."

Darkness was creeping into the corners of your vision, and you swallowed against his hand, whimpering. Kylo loosened his grip, pulling back to watch the wash of red return to your body. His cock was ramming deep into your pussy, hips hitting yours hard enough to bruise, his eyes black, possessed with primal hunger.

"You've missed this, haven't you." The words were forced between his teeth. "You need this. You need to be impaled by my cock, to scream my name--don't you?"