Contract With the Commander: Kylo x OC

Chapter 13

Kylo Ren

My mind is entirely drained of control now that I've left Snoke's boudoir, the Supremacy. It's difficult enough to face his projection on the Finalizer. But to see him face to face is next to impossible. I have to clear my mind and empty my thoughts of everything that doesn't aid in my pursuit of the dark side.

As soon as I'm in hyperspace, I let my guard back down with a heavy sigh. I unlock my helmet and yank it off my head, letting it drop to the floor beneath my feet, which I pull out of the foot controls. Leaning back in my seat, I run my hands through my hair and close my eyes against hyperspace in front of me.

The last ten days have been taxing to say the least. So many violent threats, so many planets in rebellion, so many innocent people acting like assholes and forcing my troops into action. The First Order has three more planetary systems, and I have a list of people who last saw Luke Skywalker alive. It's a shame that it's twenty people long, and most of them will have either died, or will be impossible to find. But I don't pour over the list now.

Instead, I think about the future. The immediate future. I'm headed back to the Finalizer. Unfortunately for me, based on the calendar, it's an off day. I won't see Quinn until tomorrow night. It's been twelve days since I've felt her warm cunt squeeze around me. Ten since I've seen her naked.

There was something strange about her mood the last time I saw her. She was upset about something, but there was more to it than that. Everything in me screamed to comfort her. My hands were physically twitching with the effort to not scoop her up and lay her down in my bed. I had to hold my hands in fists so she wouldn't see. She can't know how weak I am. How much I want to be close to her.

My blood turns hot even as I think about her. I adjust in my chair and check the time on my nav screen. I can't get there soon enough. Even knowing that she's on the same ship as me gives me a strong sense of relief. If I'm close, I can protect her. Not that I could, or would. No one can know about us. And she can't know how strong my connection to her has gotten these past weeks. I'm not ready to dissolve the contract yet, and I don't look forward to the day where she discovers what I think about her and dissolves it herself.

My dick grows hard when I think about her attitude and the expression on her face when she's annoyed with me. I want her to be annoyed with me all the time. I want to see her every day. I want her to yell at me for being harsh, and then smile at me in reassurance and tell me I'm good at pleasing her. I replay my favorite moment over and over in my mind while I travel through hyperspace. The night when she rubbed my back and loosened every muscle in my body. But it was the strange feeling in my chest when she said I was doing perfectly that sticks with me.

By the time I get back to the Finalizer, my cock is painfully hard, and all reason has fled my mind. I need her. I need to see her. I need her to know that I'm not happy about the way she stormed off in tears two weeks ago. My chest twists with pain, even as my cock throbs in my pants.

It's putting me in a vulnerable position to do this. It would be stupid of me to give her access to my comms. But, like I said, no logic. I've known where her personal quarters are since the first time I looked at her file. My boots stomp in the empty corridors as I make my way there. It's late, and hours away from the next shift change. My heart pounds as I near her blastdoor and pull up my wristcomm.

Where are you? I can't think of any other way to start the conversation, my need to be in her warm presence overriding everything else.

She responds quickly. Good, she's awake. Who is this? This is a private link.

I grin under my helmet. I Command you tell me where you are and what you're wearing.

Her next response takes a minute, and by the time she does, I'm standing outside her blastdoor. I'm in my quarters trying to sleep. Where are you?