Contract With the Commander: Kylo x OC

Chapter 19

Quinn

The sound of footsteps jerks me back into a full body panic. My heart jumps in my throat, and adrenaline replaces all my aches and pains from being handcuffed to a bed. The blastdoor slides open.

With a whimper, I curl in on myself and turn my back to my murderer. My body shakes as tears spring to my eyes again. My lungs tremble through my panting, gasping breath.

"Please!" I tug at my wrists in a desperate attempt to escape, despite knowing it's futile. "Please, please, please! Don't kill me. Don't. Please. I'll do anything! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry- please! Just... please..." I dissolve into unintelligible sobs.

I can't hear him. I suspect he's just standing there watching me, enjoying my begging for life.

After a moment, he says over the sound of my sobs, "are you done begging?"

I gasp and cower away from the modulated voice. I never thought I would be so protective over my life. But I never really had the time to think about it. When he first pulled his lightsaber on me months ago, I only had a moment before I was reassured he wasn't going to kill me. I didn't have time to realize that I wanted to live badly enough to beg for it. My heart is racing, pounding against my ribs as I try to suck in air.

"Look at me."

His voice is dangerously calm and slow through the helmet, and I can feel him standing over me. I cower further like a helpless animal, unable to summon any courage in my vulnerable state. My wrists tug at the restraint, making pain shoot up my arms.

"Look at me!!"

Yelping, I lift my head and blink up at the black and silver helmet, my eyes swimming with tears. His chest is rising and falling rapidly, and I glance down to see his gloved hands balled into tight fists.

"Stop it, Quinn. I'm not going to kill you." His modulated voice sounds like it always does, emotionless.

Tremors pass over my body in waves as my pounding heart pumps adrenaline through my muscles. "What?" My voice breaks and croaks.

With an audible sigh, he steps up to the edge of the bed and leans over me. I drop my head and try to pull away, but after he types his key code into the small control panel on the cuffs, they open. I yank my wrists to my chest and start rubbing the sore, red spots.

"I'm not going to kill you."

Sucking in heaving breaths, I chance a look up at him again. He's still breathing fast, but he's just standing there in his usual attire and helmet. He doesn't make a grab for any kind of weapon.

"Just... get up." He even takes a step back.

I sit up, blinking the tears away, breathing fast, my muscles still trembling. I swallow around my dry throat. But I'm viscerally aware that I'm naked, so I keep myself balled up.

"Use the refresher."

My bladder is beyond full, so I don't dare argue against his clipped, demanding tone. Scurrying around him like a womp rat, I beeline for the toilet, collapsing gratefully with a sigh. Confusion replaces the panic, but my body hasn't quite caught up yet. It's not until I get up from the toilet that I remember the anal plug. I pull it out with a wince and toss it into the sink with a sinking feeling in my chest.

The commander is waiting for me in the exact spot I left him in, fists at his sides. "Sit."

What am I a Corellian hound? But my body is still shaking with both cold and fear, and I have no idea what's going to happen next. If I could only see the expression on his face, I might fight back. But I can't. And that's the main problem here. My bare feet sting on the cold metal floor as I walk across his bedroom and perch at the edge of the bed facing him.