A Desire for More (Kylo Ren x Reader)

Chapter Four: Angry (but Aroused)

General Hux led you back to the shuttle you arrived on before stopping at the edge of its ramp.

"I'm sure you have realized by now,"
Hux spoke to you in a low voice, as if he didn't want to be overheard.
"That the Commander is someone you don't want to make an enemy of. If you want to keep yourself alive, you need to watch what you say."

"Trust me, I know. I've already had a taste of his bad temper."

Hux raised an eyebrow at you, but didn't ask any questions.

"Make sure to remember your place. The Commander doesn't deal with insubordination gently." With that, Hux walked away, leaving you alone at the mouth of the shuttle.

You decided to board the ship and wait for Commander Ren there and once you were alone with your thoughts, the severity of the deed you just committed nauseated you. The pilot's face, his words, the sound of his voice, were stuck in your head as you desperately tried to wipe him from your mind.

What if he's right? How can I support the First Order when I know what they're doing?

You pushed your thoughts about how evil you were to the back of your mind as two pilots boarded the ship, shortly followed by the Commander. You tried to control your fear and nausea, knowing that Ren would do something if he sensed it.

Having learned from your mistakes last time, you sat in a seat as far from the Commander and the pilots as you could find. This time when the shuttle took off, you didn't end up on the floor which you saw as your only achievement for the day.

You weren't sure how much time had passed when the shuttle again landed. Your eyes widened in surprise when you looked to the front of the ship and saw that you were on a snowy planet with an extensive forest.

"You will stay here on Starkiller Base for your training," the Commander walked towards where you were sitting and gestured for you to follow him down the ramp of the shuttle. You scrambled out of your seat and hurried to keep up with him. Jeez, his legs are long.

Kylo Ren led you down long corridors, similar to the ones leading to Snoke's throne room. Some of the rooms you walked past had open doors and you stole a glance at the people inside.

Rooms were filled with engineers, working on their latest assignments and pilots waiting for their next mission. Everyone looked up when they heard the Commander's loud steps, but quickly looked away when they saw who it was. Some people stared curiously at you but others didn't give you a second glance.

Commander Ren stopped outside of a room which seemed to be in a secluded part of the base. He opened the door and stepped aside, allowing you to enter the room. You took in your surroundings, feeling less than impressed, though you weren't sure exactly what you were expecting.

The room was small with an uncomfortable-looking bed shoved in the corner. A small desk and wardrobe were along the left wall, and a bathroom sat in another corner of the room.

"Clothing and food will be sent to you here," Ren had followed you into the room and you shuffled away from him, realizing nervously that this was the first time you had been in a room alone with him.

"I will retrieve you at 0600 tomorrow to begin your training."

You groaned when you noticed the clock on the desk, realizing that you were going to get less than five hours of sleep.

"What was that?" Ren's voice crackled dangerously and he stepped forward, making you take another step back.

"N-nothing," you stuttered quickly, remembering what happened the last time you mouthed off.

"You've been quiet since we left the throne room, little Slona." His head tilted, taking you in. "I see you've started to learn how to close off your mind to me."

You shuddered in response, this was the first time he had addressed you by your new name. He stepped forward again and you backed up until your ass hit the wall. Damn it.

"I uh, don't really have anything to say," you muttered nervously, hoping he wasn't trying to read your mind at the moment.

"I think otherwise," he placed his left hand on the wall next to your head, his mask inches from your face. "I'm sure you have a list of insults, just waiting to slip out." He put his other gloved hand on the wall by the other side of your head. No way out.

"You think I'm stupid enough to do that again?" You swallowed against the lump in your throat, surprised you could even speak at all.

"If I made you angry enough," he leaned even closer, just a few inches of space was between your two bodies.

A primal part of you wished he would just touch you already, press his body into yours, wrap his leather digits in your hair... You quickly pushed those thoughts out of your mind. You heard a crackle in his mask as if he was holding in a laugh. Shit, I think he heard me.

"I think at some point, you'll give in to your anger. I think, tell me if I'm wrong, part of you likes the pain."

You chewed your lip and stared into the slit where his eyes would be.

"You want to be punished, little one."

Your breath hitched and you shook your head, saying nothing. He finally closed the space between your bodies, pressing himself fully against you into the wall. Instead of trying to push him off, you shifted your body slightly, trying to be closer to him, craving more of his touch. The heat coming off from him was stifling and you swore, even underneath all of his layers, you could feel his erection, pressing into your hip.

You gasped and you could hear him chuckling inside his mask. He lingered a second longer before stepping away and you breathed out sharply

"0600 tomorrow," he said and then left without another word, leaving you alone against the wall.

You walked over to your bed, sank onto it, and put your head in your hands.

"Holy shit," you whispered to yourself, confused by all of the emotions and feelings running through your body.

Never in a million years had you expected something like that to happen. Why were you feeling, well, somewhat attracted to a man who literally just tore you away from your family? Why were you craving the touch of a man who was really a monster?

Minutes later, the door to your room slid open, revealing a service droid holding a bundle of black clothing and a tray of food. The droid left everything on the desk and tottered away without saying a word. You pressed the button to close your door which the droid left opened and wandered over to the desk.

Every article of clothing in the pile was black and plain, but the fabric was surprisingly soft and stretchy. You grabbed a pair of short bottoms, barely longer than a pair of your panties, and a long sleeved top before going to the small bathroom to take a shower.

You glanced at the clock on your desk as you slid into bed, pulling the sheets up to your nose. Great, now I'm at four hours of sleep. You let out a sigh and rolled over, burying yourself in the thin blankets.

Once again, memories of the pilot flooded your mind and you could picture what your family would think if they knew what you had done. You shuddered against the bed, feeling disgusted with yourself and dreading the nightmares that you knew were awaiting you.