Contract With the Commander: Kylo x OC

Chapter 23

Quinn

My life has changed so much in the last several months that I can't even remember what it was like to work on the command deck, eat quiet meals with Oh-two and Davy, stand at attention for debriefing, then go straight to bed. I don't remember what it was like to not look over my shoulder every second of my work day, hoping to see a massive man in a mask. I certain don't remember what it was like to get plenty of sleep every night after a halfhearted orgasm given to me by my own hand.

Everything about me is fundamentally different. And yet, on the outside, nothing has changed. I still make it to my post on time every day with a crisp uniform, oversee my crew, and stand straight-backed on the command deck for hours on end. I still eat quiet meals with Oh-two and Davy, though admittedly, Oh-two has been absent more than I would like. I still stand through debriefing and even sweat through drills.

But then my life flips on its head. I'm currently rushing through the Finalizer, tapping my foot impatiently on the slow lift rides. I haven't seen Commander Kylo Ren for two days. My body is twisted tight with tension.

After he took me on a date, he sat me down in his quarters and made me eat, then he fucked me against the couch before kicking me out because he had to go on a mission. Our new dynamic is still tenuous, at least it is in my mind, and I'm eager to find out what I'll walk in on when I come to his office. Fuck, I hope he's in his office.

I get to the corridor where the highest officers of the ship have their quarters, and as I round the last corner I come face to face with a massive man wearing a helmet and cloak. He's at least ten feet away from me, but the energy in the air shifts instantly. My breath catches in my throat.

Now that I know just exactly what's underneath that helmet, it makes it all the more sexy. I feel his attention on me like a physical thing.

"I can't right now," Kylo says in that low, modulated voice.

My shoulders deflate. "Oh."

I hear him sigh, and it softens my disappointment. "Give me one hour," he says.

The trapped breath rushes from my lungs. "What am I supposed to do for an hour?!"

He steps forward, closing the distance between us. I can feel his energy wafting off him. "Don't you have tools at your disposal to get warmed up for me?"

I frown. Tools? And then it hits me and I perk up, smiling at the masked man before me. "They're here?"

His gloved hand grips my chin harshly, making me flinch. "Just a warm up. I know how persuasive you can be, so no begging for more."

I beam with pride. "Yes, Commander."

He doesn't stop me from lifting onto my toes and kissing the cheek of his cold helmet. His hand falls away from my chin, and he stalks off down the corridor. He thinks I'm persuasive! He's down bad for me.

With those powerful thoughts, I bound off toward the quarters of the Knights of Ren.

I buzz the blastdoor and lick my lips while I wait, my body buzzing with anticipation. I remember how overwhelmingly erotic it feels to have so many hands and lips and cocks, and I'd be lying if I said I haven't been thinking about it.

The door slides open and I'm met with a giant of a man. As soon as Cardo's dark eyes meet mine, his jaw drops. But I'm too busy looking at his bulky, shirtless body. "You're alive," he gasps.

A breathy laugh bursts out of me as he steps aside to let me in. "Why wouldn't I be?" But truthfully, I remember so vividly fearing for my life after I was cuffed to the commander's bed.