The second the doors slam shut behind you, you feel Kylo Rens hands wrap around your waist, squeezing hard as you gasp, before he plucks you from his shoulder, and hurls you onto the bed. You slam into the soft covers with a yelp, rolling once from the sheer force. Your heart is pounding out of your chest, as you sit up quickly to find that he had already taken off his helmet, slammed it on the bedside table, and was now advancing to where you now cower on the bed. His breaths are coming out hard and fast, most likely a mix of anger, and effort from carrying you over his shoulder halfway across the Finalizer. His nostrils flare as he stares at you, shooting daggers at you with his emotive dark eyes.
"If you EVER" he begins, shocking you with his raised voice, "speak to me like that again, I will not hesitate to dispatch you in the most slow and painful way possible." He spits, his hand nearing the saber clipped to his belt.
You nod, completely silent and frozen on the bed in fear. He stares at you with that intense glare long enough to make you severely uncomfortable. You avert your gaze. After a few more seconds, you see him turn around and release his cape near a chair in the corner of the room. He sits down and slides off his boots, exhaling as he does. He is now left in simpler clothes. A cotton black shirt and plain black pants. You wonder if he will make you sleep in the dreaded cage tonight. You shudder at the thought.
"Little songbird doesn't want to be put back in her cage?" He sneers at you from where he sits. Your ears turn red, hating the fact that you have to hide your thoughts, but dare not say anything. Kylo rises from the chair, and puts his large hands on his hips as he turns his gaze back to you. You feel tiny and vulnerable in the middle of his huge bed. You would move, but you figure that it would be safer to wait until he gives you permission to.
"When I took you, I never imagined I would be dealing such a promiscuous little songbird."
You clamp your jaw, keeping it from falling open. How dare he accuse you of that!!
"Now hold on!" You cry out, slamming your fists against the silk sheets. "You have no right to accuse me of that! I didn't ask for any of that attention today! You're just making things up so you have something to be angry at me about!" You accuse, anger coursing freely through you. The Sith Lord stops and stares at you again, before slowly approaching the bed, making you shrink back a little. He bends at the waist, placing both hands by your knees on the bed, his dark eyes now level with yours.
"Oh, and I suppose that spying on someone in the shower the first night you meet them isn't whorish behavior at all?" He lifts a perfect eyebrow.
You inhale sharply, your stomach drops, your ears begin to burn, and your eyes widen to their fullest.
"Wh- how did you- that wasn't-" you stammer, your lips parted in disbelief. You were sure he didn't know. He would have said something if he did! But he knew. Your palms begin to sweat as you are rendered speechless. His handsome features school into a smirk, satisfied with your blushing reaction. He leans in ever so slightly, and whisperers in that low, captivating voice,
"Slut."
Your eyebrows shoot up, and the wind is knocked out of you as if someone just punched you in the gut, causing you to gasp sharply. You shake your head in denial, your body tingling in shock and embarrassment.
"I'm-I'm not!" You manage to squeak out.
He chuckles darkly, causing goosebumps to sprout all along your arms.
"Yes you are. I see you look away when I take my shirt off. I hear your thoughts when I stretch. I hear you replaying what you saw in the shower too." He whispers huskily.
A small whimper of protest escapes you. You wish you could deny it, but he had already read your thoughts. He knew exactly what you thought about him. Your heart was beating so fast you began to wonder if it would explode out of your chest. His eyes were no longer harsh. They had changed to an alluring honey color, and his expression was amorous. He parts his full pink lips to whisper again.
"Whore."
Your body jolts, and something awakens in you. You squeeze your legs together, trying not to notice the wetness that begins to occur. Kylo must have noticed your change in demeanor, because his expression turns to surprise, before it morphs into something entirely devilish. You hold back another whimper.
"You like that don't you!" He never takes his gaze off of you. "You want me to call you what you really are." His voice lowers, as he shifts his shoulders, placing a knee on the bed.
"A filthy," he lifts his other knee into the bed, on all fours now.
"Disgusting," he slides toward you on all fours, one word at a time.
"Desperate, Little, Whore." His frame now towers over your vulnerable form on the bed, his face inches from yours. You couldn't breathe. There he was so close to you, saying this to you, hovering over your body: even your thoughts were completely frozen.
"And you want me" he whispers, barley audible. Your jaw drops further.
"Say it, Neveah. I know you do." The supreme leader moves his face just an inch closer to yours, causing the gap between you two to close even more. You shake your head, staring into his eyes, barley clinging to your denial as you get lost in his mesmerizing eyes.
He inhales, sending shivers down your spine.
"Say it." He urges in a hushed command.
His body is so close, his voice so intimate, his gaze so intense: you feel your breath hitch in your throat before you hear yourself whisper,
"I...I want you."
Not even a second goes by before he grabs the sides of your face, and slams his lips into yours. You gasp into him, holding your breath, feeling the warmth of his lips surrounding yours. You exhale, and place your hands gingerly on his shoulders, letting your face relax, and beginning to kiss him back. The dark lord makes a small noise of appreciation into your lips, and that's when it was all over for you. You wrapped your arms around his neck, and kissed him harder. He matched your pace, lacing his hands in your thick curls, massaging your lips with his. You could feel his sharp jaw working as he kissed you more passionately by the second. His hands were now set on your waist, and he tightened them around you, lifting you into his lap quickly. Shivers ran down your spine as you continued to lay your lips on and off of his. Your hands races down his arms. They really were as firm and toned as they looked. You melted into the kiss, letting your hands explore his upper body: each area just as muscular and broad as the last. Suddenly he pushed on your waist, disconnecting your lips abruptly. You gasp softly to catch your breath. He stares at you, his lips now red from the effort before he grips his shirt, and pulls it quickly over his head, not letting you get the chance to marvel at his perfectly sculpted upper body before pulling you back in to another deep kiss. Your hands roam his warm skin. His chest was absolutely perfect. You swoon softly into his lips, letting your hands slide up his chest and into his soft, dark hair. His hands snake down your waist to the bottom of your shirt, and before you realize what's happening, he breaks the kiss, and forces your shirt up and over your arms. You instinctively gasp, with a small "hey!", covering your chest with your arms. He leans forward again, eyes locked on yours as he takes his finger, and gently trails the tip of it along your jaw, tracing it around your lips very slowly: his eyes willing you to trust him. You blink, and inhale before uncovering yourself, placing your palms on the bed, unsure of how he will react. He lowers his eyes, and an unexplainable emotion crosses them before he grabs you by the waist and pulls you into him once more. More comfortable in the kiss now, you let yourself go, kissing with all the fire and passion that you feel for him. He returns it. His hands slide down your back, twirl around your waist, and up to your chest, massaging and kneading softly. "I've wanted this from the moment I saw you." He breathes the words into your lips. You cannot believe this is happening. A small giggle escapes your lips.
"What was that, little songbird?" He coos, an evil smile playing at his lips. You grin innocently, your heart going a mile a minute. Something flashes across his eyes, and they become intense. He reaches out for your body again, gripping your chest harder, more possessive this time. You whine at the forceful touch, which only encourages him more. His hands slowly glide down to your hips, his fingers poking themselves between your waistband and your skin. Your breath catches in your throat, eyes widening as he purses his lips, slides his fingers all the way into your waistband, and pulls your slacks down slowly, revealing your pale legs. You cross them immediately, your stomach fluttery, and your ears pink.
"Oh hey! You can't- you can't do that!!" You whine anxiously, wondering if he likes what he sees.
"I can do, whatever I want." Rumbles the supreme leader as he yanks your pants all the way off your ankles; letting them drop to the floor.
"No!" You protest, intimidated by his body as you stare at him, but still nearly trembling with lust.
Suddenly his hand shoots out, large fingers wrapping themselves around your throat, and you gasp, your lips parting.
"Liar." He hisses, "I can see your thoughts, filthy bitch. This is exactly what you want."
A moan escapes your throat as he tightens his grip around it, choking you hard. His large hand encompasses your entire neck, leaving no part untouched. You nod vigorously until he releases your throat, leaving you gasping for fresh air.
"Good girl." He purrs, sitting back on his knees on the bed. This is when you realize how much larger he truly is than you. Even kneeling, he towers above you on the bed, his body width more than double of what yours is. Your hands itch to touch him again. He steps off the edge of the bed, standing how. He snaps his fingers once, making a loud sharp pop, beckoning you to where he is.
"Come here, kitten." He orders. Without hesitation, you crawl on your knees to where he points at the edge of the massive bed.
"Now, you're going to kneel here." He begins. You watch, awestruck as his fingers undo his belt, sliding it out of the loops, and tossing it aside with the rest of your clothing. He undoes the buttons on his pants quickly, not giving you any time to process what is about to happen.
"And suck this cock." He murmurs, pulling down his undergarments slightly, allowing his full length to spring out in front of you. You jolt back. Easily 7 inches of manhood rests, still gently bouncing from the impact of being released from a confining space. Your eyes have never been wider. Intimidation and sheer exhilaration wracks your body. You inhale, and shyly pucker your lips to kiss the tip softly. It is warm against your lips, and slightly wet. You look up at him, questioning with your eyes. He nods and places his hand on the back of your head to hold it in position. You close your eyes, take a deep breath, and open your mouth, letting him slide all the way to the back of your throat. It is not as uncomfortable as you imagined it would be. You feel a tremor go through him, as he closes his eyes in pleasure. Seeing him like that gives you the courage to gently swirl your tongue around him in your mouth, beginning to slide your lips up and down his shaft. You hear him make a small grunt, and exhale. Satisfied at his pleasured expressions, you continue; getting more comfortable with your tongue, sliding it faster up and down your lips.
"You filthy slut!!" He hisses in a whisper, his hand now pushing your head back and forth as you kneel in front of him. Feeling bold, you turn your eyes up to his, and wink, hitting a particularly deep stroke to the back of your throat. He bites down on his lip, shaking now: he throws his head back.
"Mm, fuck!" He whispers through clenched teeth. You continue up and down, faster and faster. At some point his hands reach down your back and skillfully unclip your bra, tossing it carelessly you the side. You thoroughly enjoy watching Kylo's expressions, and hearing him unable to control the noises he makes. Then, he grabs your hair, and pulls your lips off of his throbbing cock. Without a word, he leans down and grabs you from under your shoulders, tossing you roughly on the bed onto your stomach. He approaches quickly, and you squeal, trying to crawl away from him as fast as you can. His hands catch your ankles, and he yanks it back, causing you to slide back toward him. The wetness between your legs increases exponentially.
"I don't think so, princess." He growls low in his throat, catching the tops of your underwear with his fingers, and sliding them down your legs. Cold air rushes between your legs, making you inhale sharply.
"You're soaked you little whore!" The way he says it sounds like he is praising you for it. Just as you are about to respond, you feel his finger touch the folds between your legs. You whimper a little, closing your eyes as his finger begins to explore your wet cunt, swirling around before plunging it in without warning.
"Oh, ah!" You moan, glancing over your shoulder to see his eyes focused, and his hand between your legs. He presses in and out, slowly at first, and then picks up the pace rapidly, making you gasp and whine and moan. Pleasure buzzes through your veins, clouding your thoughts.
"You have such pretty moans, little songbird." He coos, before sliding his finger out quickly. You breathe out through your nose, caught up in disbelief that this is actually happening.
"Tell me, pretty slut" Kylo murmurs, sliding his warm hands up your legs, and onto your butt possessively.
"Do you want to be fucked, by the supreme leader of the galaxy?" His hand rears back and slaps your ass hard, causing you to let out a high pitched yelp.
"By a dark lord of the Sith?"
A wave of lust hits you hard as you moan out,
"Mmh, yes daddy!"
Silence. Your eyes pop open, your brain panicking, wondering if you really just said that.
"What. Was. That?" He asks, in a voice so low, it vibrates through your body.
"Nothing!" You assure him, wondering how you could fix this.
"You....fucking...SLUT!" He roars, grabbing your ankles, forcing your legs wide open. You slam your face down into the sheets and moan long and loud as his top penetrates you, sliding in slowly, inch by inch. Fiery pleasure shoots you your spine, making you drip onto his long cock as he slides it further into you.
"Oh-mmmmm" he grunts, biting down on his lip, "you're so tight." He releases his breath as he grabs on to your waist and pushes his length all the way in, filling you completely. You scream into the sheets, the pressure unbearable, but it feels so incredibly good at the same time. Gripping your waist tighter with his large hands, he begins to pull slowly in and out of you, causing your breathing to be short and sporadic. You hear him moan, thrusting a little faster. You arch your back, and throw your head back, gasping and squealing in pleasure. He begins to fuck you faster, harder, at a steady quick pace that edges you closer to a climax with every deep stroke.
"Ugh!!" He groans, his hips slamming into you. You are fully aware that your moans fill the whole room; but you don't care. His length hits your cervix each time, causing you to tremble in pleasure. You throw your head back once again; and this time, he grabs a fistful of your curls, and holds your head back, with the other hand clutching your waist as he pounds into you. You moan and gasp and shake, nearing your orgasm already. His powerful hips continue to slam into the back of you, creating lewd, wet, smacking noises.
"K-Kylo!" You cry out, biting down on your lip hard. "I'm gonna-ah ahmm!!" Your toes curl, your entire body shaking along with the bed as he continues to hit it even faster somehow.
"You're gonna cum for me bitch??" He moans loud, gritting his teeth as he thrusts mercilessly into you.
"Mhmm!!" You whine, hardly able to comprehend his words. A hand clamps over your mouth as he leans close to your ear, your climax building up right before the breaking point.
"Come for me you little slut" purrs his low voice in your ear. Your abs tighten, your breath hitches, and you explode, your walls contracting, dripping out onto his member as you moan into his hand that covers your open mouth. A bead of sweat rolls down your forehead as you come down from your ecstasy. Your legs tremble, and you gasp to catch your breath. In fact, you were so caught up in your orgasm that you didn't even feel the commander take himself out of you. You turned around to see him standing with his head reared back, biting his lip, vigorously jerking himself. His tip was red, and his hand was moving so fast it was blurry. Then you saw it, the tremor in his flexed muscular body, the caught breath, the dropped jaw. With one final roar, the supreme leader busts onto you. Hot, sticky, white cum spurts out onto your pale body, covering your stomach and chest. You watch as he coaxes himself through as he finishes. His breathing is rugged and labored he opens his eyes to see you sprawled on his bed, covered in his seed. He lets out a content sigh, and before you know what is happening, he slides one hand under your knees, and the other around your back. He lifts you and holds you to his chest as he carries you bridal style into the bathroom. He reaches and turns on the hot water of the shower, setting you down gently on your feet.
"You feel...amazing." He confesses, stepping into the steaming water with you. You swoon, half asleep and let your head fall against his chest, closing your eyes.
"Is it better now that you're in here with me?" He chuckles softly. You smile and nod, unable to speak as your legs tremble. You close your eyes as you let your body rest against his: hot water running down both of your bodies.
"What would you like me to sing tonight?" You mumble, falling asleep against his soft skin. He leans down to kiss your forehead gently.
"You have already sung for me tonight with your pretty moans, songbird." He teases, pushing your wet hair out of your face. Your body mustered up the energy to giggle a little before you completely fell asleep with your arms twined around Kylo Ren as he embraced you. The soothing water of the shower lulling you into dreams of the beautiful, tall, dark, ruthless man that now stood with you rubbing your shoulders as you slept on him standing in the shower.
"You can't sleep in here, pretty girl." His voice rumbles in his chest, waking you a little. Suddenly the shower water shuts off as well, making you grumble a lazy complaint. You can hear Kylo laugh softly, helping you out of the shower, and wrapping a warm towel around your shoulders. You sigh blissfully as you both dry off. Kylo intertwines his fingers with yours and leads you sleepily toward the now messy bed. You look up at him, your eyes sparkling at the prospect of sleeping with him in his bed. He smiles a breathtaking smile that warms your heart, and flushes your cheeks. You crawl into the soft covers, settling in quickly. You have never felt anything so soft in your life. Just when you thought you couldn't get any more comfortable, Kylos strong arm wraps around you, pulling you in to his body, his skin is warm against yours as his long fingers idly toy with your drying curls. The last thing you see is Kylo Ren's eyes fluttering closed, and a soft smile set on his beautiful lips as you fall asleep safely embraced in the arms of the supreme leader of the galaxy.
