Cherchant (Kylo Ren x Reader)

Thirsty Thirty

Authors Note: I'm not big on notes but I feel the need to let you know that this chapter is pure smut. There is not a shred of plot in chapter thirsty thirty. It might as well be a one shot but I really wanted it to be part of this story. So anyway, if you're looking for plot you might want to wait until Thirty-One, otherwise, buckle up babies. ;)

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The climb back up the mountainside to the villa is drudgingly slow made especially challenging by the fact that the only clothes you have on are underwear. If wild imaginings of what Kylo had in store for you when you made it home weren't swimming through your mind, it might have been excruciating.

Instead, he's distracting you by using the time to hint at what's to come. Back there, you had told him not to hold back, that you wanted him to fuck you like he you knew he'd always wanted to. You had seen glimpses and experienced moments of him giving in to his lust for domination but he had always held back, afraid of crossing those unspoken lines.

He guards his thoughts from you as you climb, occasionally giving commands as he follows behind you.

"Head forward."

"Arch your back."

"Crawl faster."

While demonstrating control, he is also monitoring your feelings, letting you take breaks when you get tired. He scoops you up in his arms or tosses you over his shoulder so he can use his much longer limbs to climb up the most difficult terrain.

You suspect that he is keeping his thoughts hidden from you so that he can decide which fantasies to act on tonight without spoiling the fun. You do your best to keep your thoughts simple and nonjudgmental. If the roles were reversed, one single thought conveying doubt or questioning his choices could ruin it. So you vow to yourself to stay open. As you strengthen your resolve, your anticipation ratchets.

A few things dawn on you over the course of the climb. You are dying to act out his desires. You want him to dominate you. And most importantly, you trust him completely.

When you finally reach the villa's steps, having crawled the last bit as commanded, you pause and wait for your next instruction. While you wait, you examine the scrapes and bruising on your knees and palms, wincing as your run your fingers across them.

Kylo scoops you up off of the stoop and carries you through the threshold and into refresher. He sets you down on the counter and kisses your cheek softly before moving to turn on the faucet.

Once the water warms, he takes a washcloth and lathers it with soap. He cleans the dirt from your shallow wounds. His touch is delicate and soothing. You watch his face, trying to read it but he's keeping his expression expertly blank. He has years of practice hiding his feelings. To be shut out after months of having access causes a bouquet of contradictory emotions to blossom within you.

He dabs an ointment across your knees and palms. Its effect is immediate, replacing the stinging with a dull throb.

His eyes linger on your face and when they meet your own, your heart skips. You see flames flicker behind his irises. He brings your knuckles to his lips and without breaking his stare he kisses each one softly.

"I've decided what I want."

You hold your breath.

"I've been waiting for the right time to give you something."

He lets go of your hand and walks into the closet, returning with a bag and a pair of stilettos dangling from his middle finger by their straps. He hands you the bag.