Serving the Commander

Pressure building

*Kylo's view*

Waking calmly for the first time in months not sure what helped you sleep so well, but glad you did sitting up in bed preparing for the day ahead. Going to the bathroom, showering the smell still lingering as the eucalyptus scent washes from your body making you tired again 'maybe that was why you slept so good' thinking while finishing the shower. After dressing for the day, heading out to perform the mundane role as commander 'don't get me wrong I love the feeling of power and control, but something feels like it's missing.' A few hours pass before remembering you left the upcoming battle plans on your dresser leaving to retrieve them.

Walking into your quarters stopping, focusing your eyes to (y/n) on her hands and knees needlessly tugging at a corner of the sheet. Watching for a moment as her struggled movement causes the hem of her dress to sway back and forth momentarily flashing her black panties showing the smooth outline of her ass. Quickly letting your presence be known walking closer to the end of the bed, thudding footsteps heavier so that she will hear.

You watch as she startles spinning around facing you with embarrassment on her face, asking her what she is attempting to do. Her answer almost makes you chuckle knowing it would have been far easier to just walk around the bed, striding to the corner grabbing the sheet pulling it over easily. Looking as doing so, with more force than you had realized seeing her fall to the side before grabbing what you came for and leaving. The image of her on all fours, panties and ass facing you burned into your mind, making the day seem harder and longer.

During the briefing you are alerted of an intruder trying to break into your room, quickly leaving the command office rushing towards quarters only to turn the corner seeing (y/n) struggling with the sensor pad pressing every button she can find getting more flustered by the second. Reprimanding her stupidity while forcing her to the side with a quick hand gesture before she messes anything else up. Noticing how red her face has become as it causes you to hyper focus on it, her hair tightly pulled into a ponytail allowing you to see all her face. The soft smooth skin with a few beauty marks placed upon it, the shape of her eyes staring back at you, noticing how beautiful they truly are as they try to read your face through the mask. Moving your eyes to her lips watching her speak, lingering on every word not hearing a thing she says only noticing the pressing and parting of her mouth, starting to feel your pants grow tight with the longing to know what else her mouth can do. Snapping out of the trance informing her of the passcode telling her not to bother you again before leaving. Frustrated at yourself for allowing your mind to wonder to such thoughts of a servant girl punching the wall of your office hard releasing the built-up anger. The pain bringing your focus back to the planning for battle, this task far more important.

After lunch deciding to head back to your room to quiet your thoughts, you've been thinking all morning and afternoon of (y/n's) lips, eyes, and ass. It seems almost every thirty minutes you begin to daydream causing yourself to chub in your tight trousers. 'You need to get away from distractions so you can clear your mind, even if that means taking care of this' you think reaching down adjusting your boner so you can walk comfortably.

Standing outside the door to the room stopping for a moment while hearing the sound of faint moaning coming from behind it, confused and pissed wondering who is in your room and what are they doing , preparing to kill someone for using your personal quarters as a fuck room storming in.

Opening the hatch walking in only to see (y/n) standing at the edge of the bed wobbling messing with the blankets. Glancing around the room to see if anyone else was in here that could have been making those sweet moaning sounds realizing she's the only one. Humoring yourself, asking her why she was making your bed now? She makes some excuse as you remove your helmet allowing you to see her face to face,watching she ponders your own, knowing you must have some effect on her makes your heart and cock throb.