Contract With the Commander: Kylo x OC

Chapter 3

Quinn

With a pounding heart and dry throat, I step through the open blastdoor and into a room. It looks just like everything else on the Finalizer- dark metal with shiny black floors. There's a long desk filled with datapads and control panels that takes up most of the space. And a metal chair sits behind the desk.

The blastdoor slams shut behind me and I jump as my eyes dart to the bantha in the room. Commander Ren stands on this side of the desk in the middle of the room, his gloved hands in fists at his sides, the hood pulled back from his helmet, revealing more of the mask than I've seen before.

I swallow past the dryness and try to force my lungs to work normally. My heart seems to be getting every last beat in that it can.

"8250." His voice fills the space, bouncing off the walls and attaching to the small amount of skin that shows from my uniform.

I force my voice not to waiver with nerves. "Commander Ren."

"You stared at me on the bridge the other day."

Oh fuck, here it comes. My feet itch to move. To run. To preserve my own life. But the commander has more to say on the subject. "Why?"

My eyes scan the room for an answer that will never come. Finally, I fixate on the cowl around the front of his neck. "Curiosity," I say quietly.

"Are you frightened of me?" His chest expands on an inhale.

I swallow the desert in my mouth again. "Scared of punishment," I breathe.

"Not of me." It isn't a question.

Ugh, I can't take it anymore!! "Commander, why am I here?" The question rushes out before I can reel it in. Panic starts to creep into my chest as I stand before the most intimidating man in the entire galaxy

I hear his sigh through the helmet. "I need your assistance with a personal matter."

The words go straight over my head. He needs what with what?! Before I even begin to process what he's saying, he reaches for his desk and grabs a datapad off the top of a pile. His arm extends toward me, and with a hesitant hand, I take it and look down at the screen full of bullet points.

"A contract," he says in answer to my silent question. "For scheduled intimacy."

My jaw drops. It's so unexpected that I can't even begin to read what's in front of me. My eyes dart up to that small black visor staring at me. "A sex contract?"

He shifts an inch. "Essentially. Twice a week you will come here and spend an hour with me. You will speak of it to no one." He lets out a big breath. "You may ask three questions before signing at the bottom."

I have yet to close my mouth or understand what the fuck is going on. The commander, Commander Ren of the entire First Order, essentially my boss. Essentially the most dangerous man in the galaxy. Commander Ren wants to have sex with me. "What?"

His body stiffens, sending a streak of cold down my spine. "Read the contract, 8250. Three questions. Do not make me repeat myself."

He remains in a wide stance in the center of the office as I stare incredulously at the datapad in my hand. What the fuck is going on?! My eyes stare at the words on the screen, but none of them make any sense. My medical screening? Approved conversation topics? Inappropriate sex positions?

Blinking and swallowing, I look back up into the lifeless mask before me. "What... what if I don't want to?"

His modulated voice bites through the air. "Then leave. Tell no one."