Ordered

Chapter 3 - In Which They 'Really' Go To Bed

(Chapter Rating: M)

He moved. He'd been asleep. He didn't quite understand. The pleasure. It felt incredible beyond belief. What the hell was this?

Was it another dream?

No, it never felt like that.

He shot up, palms pressed into the mattress, eyes widening in the near darkness. The breathtaking female figure hovering over him appeared real. She was flesh and rapid heartbeat against his legs. Her breathing was hard and labored. Mouth deep and warm. Through the pleasure he could still feel her anxiety. Sense the untapped power that simmered down to her bones.

He was transfixed. His wife was going down on him like a wild succubus. The alarming sensation felt electric. Aware of her firm grasp, watching her move up and down his shaft, her wet tongue tracing him, he stiffened further. The thrill smoldered his rod. Their eyes met, and hers seared into the heart of his already ignited passion for her. A fresh energy filled him. He couldn't believe it. The fantasy was real.

She knew he was awake now. Her anxiety gave way to a strange confidence. He dared not stir again, least she suddenly stop. Watching the spectacle through pleasured, narrowed eyes, he surrendered to the torment she gave him. His muscles tensed, his heart racing. To that end, he didn't mean to repeatedly groan into the darkness. But the feel of act overloaded him. His entire being rocked as her assault on him was all encompassing. In this moment he was hers to command, weak in her power over him. He would give her anything. Promise her anything. How he had dreamed of her, needed her, and now he belonged to her.

She didn't halt. The nymph meant to finish him right now. He was close to the edge, but he wasn't ready for it to be over. The game had to continue. What use was a wife if he couldn't explore her in return? He grabbed her wrists to stop her, to bring her to him. This wasn't how it should be. If his wife wanted to fuck with him tonight, he'd do it properly.

Under normal conditions, he would have questioned the situation. Especially, her sudden willingness, the strange drive and heat she was delivering to him. Was it literally the food and drink? Had Hux laced it with something?

But now, in the rush of the moment, it didn't matter. He needed her. She had flipped the switch. Because she was ready, they would care for this savage need tonight. Orders would be fulfilled. Desires satisfied. Destiny claimed forevermore. He planned to screw his bride and leave her begging for more. She would cum and come around to the idea of loving every aspect his bed. Ren could see the future mapped out. He'd devilishly take her every night. He wouldn't have to be alone. She would learn to love him. Perhaps he'd never be able to put into words how much she was wanted, but he could damn well show her.

Pulling her arms forward, Ren slowly raised her body over his tense abs, and pressed her to his chest, until their faces were only inches apart. He gazed up at her, finding her eyes fierce with fight once more. He would calm her. Gently as Ren could manage in his vexed state, he pressed his eager lips up to hers. He found them as soft and warm as he had long imagined. They were wet from teasing him. This close, the smell of her skin was comforting, heavenly.

Yet, curiously, she was resisting this all-important caress. Her lips stayed tense against his. He applied all the force, all the tenderness of the moment. Wasn't this what a woman craved during intimacy? Was the literature in the archive wrong? Had he wasted his time there?

He desired to please her in return. Her odd reluctance frustrated him, boiled his blood. She was driving him mad. Once more, she was blocking him out physically and mentally. If she fancied him enough to encircle the rigid part of him with her wicked mouth, would she not take possession of the rest of him as well? He wanted to give her everything. Yet, she would battle him, even now.