Contract With the Commander: Kylo x OC

Chapter 9

Kylo Ren

I know I think about her much too often, but I can't stop myself from imagining her face mid-orgasm every hour of every day. We've fallen into a routine of sorts over the last month. Quinn stalks through the blastdoor of my office with eyes burning with need. I watch her undress, sometimes helping and sometimes just staring as her body slowly reveals itself to me. She takes off my gloves, and then I fight with myself as I bring her to orgasm.

I want to feel her skin against mine. Every time I look at her mouth, I want to kiss her. I can't even smell her sweet cunt through my helmet, and the thought makes me fucking angry. Sometimes I take my anger out on her- spanking, hair pulling, and impaling her with my cock before she's really ready.

The more I want to get comfortable with her, the more my conscience weighs on me. I can't let myself get close. I can't let her know me too well. I can't like her too much. About once a week, I consider breaking the whole thing off when she gets mad at me for not opening up to her. But then I watch her stomp away, and all I can think about is the next time I get to fuck her.

I find myself sleeping more peacefully, and making better decisions with a clear, level head. My meditation and concentration through the Force has become exponentially easier. She doesn't even know how much her having sex with me benefits the First Order and the galaxy at large.

The only downside is the rare times when I meet with Snoke's giant projection. Any small slip up in my thoughts could alert him to what I'm doing. I'm being careful, and I force myself not to get to know Quinn enough to think of her affectionately, but the supreme leader would still not approve, that much I am sure of. So far, I have been able to clear my head and rid my thoughts of her as I face my master.

I've taken to walking with Hux while we converse about the fleet and Star Killer base. He stalks haughtily around the bridge with his hands held behind his back, and I follow next to him. Everytime Quinn gets a glimpse of me, her cheeks redden and she pretends to be extra focused at her station. It's addicting to watch, and to feel her shame and desire grow as I walk past her.

She'll be here in my office in fifteen minutes, and I'm cutting it close. But the Knights just got back from a mission and have a report. Hopefully I have enough time to drag the mattress out of my quarters. I've gotten really fond of having Quinn ride me on it.

Cardo, Ushar, and Trudgen come stomping into the office with proud, chaotic energy. There's mud smeared on their helmets and armored clothes, and Ushar and Trudgen have their weapons slung over their backs.

Cardo drops a metal scroll case on my desk. "This better fucking be the right one."

"What did you go through to get it?" I ask casually.

Trudgen groans. "We got caught outside during the burning on Byss."

I frown. "The burning?"

"When both stars are shining down on the planet. It was like an oven- impossibly hot and dry as fuck," Ushar says.

"We made it out alive... barely," Cardo says. "And there were a dozen booby traps in that underground library."

"And we had to hack through a whole hoard of natives," Trudgen adds. "Giant cyclops looking guys with nothing but murder on their minds."

"It was fucking awesome," Ushar chuckles.

I focus my attention on Cardo as I pick up the scroll. "What specifically was guarding the scroll? Were there any other scrolls there?"

He points to the metal cylinder in my hand with his non-cannon arm. "That was the only one with extra protection around it. Three levels of laser gates, two feet of concrete, and some kind of Sith mind trick."