Sugar Ren

Chapter 3

"Tell me the story again, before you tuck me in." She said softly, holding her hand to her mouth covering a yawn.

Scanning, behind his eyes he was processing the request while drinking in the sight of her. Kylo, or Sugar Ren as she called him, was a man of few but powerful words. Her request made him slightly off balance and vulnerable, forcing a glimpse into his deeply guarded sensitivities. He appeared to hide behind a serious facade of control and strength, and Rey delighted when he would feed her small tastes of the rich intensity of his emotions.

Not that feelings were not allowed, it was a silent understanding that they were bound in an abstract and profound way. The flesh and game was an indulgence, an entitled luxury to live their life as they did. It was filled with delights neither had ever imagined, and they loved in traditionally unconventional ways.

He gave her freedom to be all of the things she needed to grow: bratty, demanding, needy, lusty, dominant, powerful. She babied and spoiled him with a lavish lifestyle, gifts, and freedom. He was permitted to let go of his past transgressions, letting it all die, as she breathed new life into his world. It was permission to be everything that he was in his core; powerful, virile, loving, and eager to give. Meeting Rey had given him a new purpose, and as long as he was with her he knew he was on the right path. He listened to her, almost too intently, as her voice and mere existence extinguished the flaring chaos within.

Smoothing back her hair, he looked at his hand curiously, feeling a strange arousal at it's size compared to her delicate features. It made her look and feel small, even more than he was already aware of, and it made his cock suddenly swell. Thoughts of covering her mouth and taking her right there ripped in jagged and violent flashes, until the sensation of her nuzzling back snuffed them out like a snap.

"Our story...again?" He teased, a smile growing at the corners of his mouth. "Only if you say please."

"You are a wicked man." She whined.

"I am. Yes, I am....but never to you." His full lips grew into a smile knowing that it never failed to make her swoon, but did so authentically and without motive. He loved to smile at her, to see her eyes light up in response, and for those moments he felt redeemed, adored, and untouched from his poor choices. Sins so great he didn't speak them aloud as it filled him with shame and loathing. But Rey didn't care. She took him as he was, thriving from his darkness.

"Never to me....ever." She looked at him knowingly.

"Never." He whispered back, pressing his lips against her in the lightest kiss, like butterfly wings dancing.

"Lay with me, hold me, and tell me about when we met."

Pulling back the covers, he slid beside her hot little body, pulling her close.

"Look into my eyes as I tell you." He demanded. "As your resident Sugar Ren and care giver, I am telling you what is best for you...and that is to look at me so I can watch your eyes as you fall asleep."

"Yes, Daddy." Rey replied sarcastically.

"Daddy....if I need to be." He blushed. "I would be your Daddy if you wanted me to be."

"You kind of are...and my favorite toy."

"Aren't we a beautiful mess." He said shaking his head.

"We can be anything we want to be...there are no rules...only mine." She smiled.

"I have rules too." He smiled back.

"I know." She said in a teasing tone.

"You are a brat....and you need to be punished. I will put it on your tab of offenses and take it when you least expect it."

"Like I said, you are a wicked man."

"I am....and so that story....of when we met....at the gallery...when he embarrassed you...and left you. When you were alone at the moment that mattered most...and he was not there. You want me to tell you again about how I found you....and took you away from all of the pain...when I gave you what you needed for so long...when I never left...as I am here right now...and I promised to give you everything I could...for as long as I could....as I am here now...giving...and loving you."

He watched her eyes slowly close, drifting into a sweet safe sleep. Holding her close, he kissed her forehead, sealing his intentions into her skin.