Yes Master (Kylo Ren x Reader)

The new girl

Kylo has always been one of your idols. His passion to restore order to the galaxy was the main inspiration in your turn to the dark side. You watched in admiration as he swung his light saber with pure wrath, demonstrating the anger needed to channel the power of the dark side. He swung around to face his underling Knights seated amongst the training arena benches. The now silent atmosphere was rife with fear. Kylo wasn't the kindest of masters and all of the Knights were evidently intimidated by him. He pointed a black, gloved index finger, its trajectory aimed at you.

"You!" his distorted voice called. "Come... repeat the offensive technique I have demonstrated." Your breathing shaky, you were glad your helmet was covering your expression of shock. The lustful day dreams had been distracting you from the task of observing Kylo's every intricate move. You had not the slightest idea of where to begin with the technique.

"I-I'm sorry master I wasn't paying attention" the distortion from your helmet did nothing to mask your fearful, trembling voice. He said nothing. The slow, slight tilt of his head gave you the impression that he was enraged... You were right. There was suddenly a hard pressure on your throat. His arm extended as you were lifted off the ground. You choked violently at the lack of air before he released you, causing you to fall three metres in a heap to the ground. Your long black shinning locks fell over your shoulders as you removed your helmet to take in more air. There were quiet mutters amongst the other Knights. He made sure you had caught your breath before booming-

"Your incompetence is increasingly frustrating young apprentice! If you weren't descendant of the supreme leader himself, I would have you whipped!" That is something, you lustfully thought you wouldn't mind... if it were him doing the whipping.

"Training is over for the day." The other Knights all hastily vacated the arena. Kylo turned and made for the arena exit before halting suddenly. He slowly turned his head over his shoulder toward you. You looked up at him, from the ground before you closed your eyes, mouth agape, breathing heavily. The lustful images returned again, of you tied down on your front to the posts of your master's grand bed, naked. The distant stomp of boots approached as you quaked in anticipation. You could almost feel the soothing touch of the red velvet sheets on your nipples. The vivid images were so euphoric, you wished for them to never end. They slowly faded before you opened your eyes and jumped at the sight of your master leaning over you, his head tilted again.

"If you don't want others to see your thoughts you shouldn't think so loud young apprentice." You were suddenly reminded of his ability to see the thoughts of others through the force. The embarrassment was so unbearable your face became hot and your cheeks reddened uncontrollably. What were you thinking?! Training is going to be so awkward now. He appeared to hear these thoughts as well. His gloved hand gently cupped your blushed face, seeking out the warmth. His thumb brushed carefully over your reddened cheek making you inhale deeply again at the soothing touch. Harsh reality grasped at you again as his hand fell from your face.

"Uh I'm so sorry master, it won't happen again." You felt so humiliated that you disallowed yourself to look at him and instead stared at the floor.

"...That's a shame" he whispered just inches from your face before standing. You watched him leave as his draped cloak flapped behind him and flew around the corner of the door. You felt a great confusion as you stumbled to your feet. Maybe seeking counsel from the squadron adviser could help you understand the situation.