the mercenary | kylo ren.

XXI

even hours later, his touch still lingered on your skin. as much as you hated to admit, he was driving you wild. you willingly submit to him, knowing you could overpower him. you just simply didn't want to. the thrill of the chase brought out your inner excitement. you'd been waiting for this since that night he came into your quarters. he was forceful but still a tinge of kindness in his actions. you were hoping tonight there would be no niceties.

you got ready for him to come into your room. you took a shower, brushed your hair, and put on the slightest bit of makeup. no use on putting on a full face when he was gonna ruin it anyway. you never cared much for your appearance, but you wanted to put in the work for him. you had been thinking of him every night. sometimes on those days where he was extra mean or got a little too close, you pleasured yourself to the image. your cheeks flushed at the thought that he might know you were doing that but he didn't let on. secretly, you hoped he knew how badly you desired him.

you heard his leather boots stomping the ground as he came up to your door. expecting to hear his gloved hand knock at the door, you were startled to hear the door bust open. you flinched as he stepped in the room, half expecting to just get beat up on sight.

"good evening angel. have you been a good girl?" he says. you're practically foaming at the mouth. he's in his full garb, like he just got finished with an assignment and came straight to your room. you were sat on the bed as he inches closer.

"rennie, you're wearing the mask..." you point up to the mask.

"you see what you deserve, angel." he got up in your face. you could practically feel the cool metal touch your skin. he reaches out his hand and caresses your face. he paces his thumb back and forth across your lips. "now, what did you call me?"

"sorry, i meant sir," you gulped. before you could say anything else, he shoves his thumb into your mouth. the leather of his gloves wasn't a pleasant taste but you weren't gonna complain. you clasp your lips over his thumb and suck on it gently. he pulls his finger out, dragging it across your bottom lip and down your chin.

"i don't think you've been very good at all. it seems as though you have been a very bad girl." he tsks. he wags his finger at you like you do to reprimand a child.

"whatever do you mean?" you look at him innocently.

"for starters, you're keeping your commander waiting. take off your clothes," he says, so nonchalantly, like you were just another transaction. was this some kind of egotistical asshole character he was playing? honestly, it drove you even crazier.

you nodded at him and stripped your overclothes until you were left in just a bra and panties. he pointed at you and then up as a movement to tell you to stand up. you'd been oggled at by so many people just based on the fact of your job. but people looked at your sheer power and skill, not your body. it made you kind of nervous. all you wanted to do was please him. he stood there for a second just looking at you, making you even more nervous. then his hand started tracing the curves of your body. this sends chills all over your body. you felt like a statue in a museum and kylo was your carver. he reached for his mask and threw it to the side. you could see his eyes scanning, as you stood there in awkward silence.

"angel, you might be the most beautiful creature i've ever seen," he finally says. you could feel your face get scarlet red, causing kylo to smile. "that doesn't change the fact that you've been very naughty."

you reach your arm out and touch his chest. you start inching closer to him until your underneath him. he has to be over a head taller than you. you put your head on his chest for a second and then look up at him. "kiss me."

he laughs. it's somewhere between maniacal and soft. he lifts a brow at you. "you don't call the shots here, angel. you can beg for it if you like."

you retreat away from him. he points to the bed and you sit on it. your back is up against the wall and your legs are straight out. he starts gently caressing your leg as he's standing over top of you. he leans down to run small kisses up your legs. when he reaching your thighs he starts to gently suck on spots on your skin, causing you to let out small moans. he looks back at you with a devilish grin. you know some of those spots are gonna bruise, but you really don't care. he keeps going up your body until he reaches your neck. he starts to suck on your neck leaving a red spot in its place. then he comes up as though he was going to kiss you. you close your eyes and pucker up to get ready for him but it doesn't come.

instead he speaks in your ear with a breathy whisper, "what did i say angel? you're gonna have to beg for it." he laughs in a smug way softly in your ear.

he starts kissing back down your chest and stomach until he gets to the bottom of your stomach. he slips off his right glove and reaches his hand in your panties. you were soaking wet and he was bound to find out. he barely got his hand in your panties before he looks back up at you.

"oh angel. you're so fucking wet." he hadn't even started touching you yet and you were already a mess. it wouldn't take much to make you climax.

he starts to rub your clit and your whole body stiffens in pleasure. your moans are just reassurance for him to keep going. your panties were definitely soaked at this point. he was much better than you at this. you start bucking your hips in pleasure as an invitation for him to come inside. he takes your queue and sticks two digits into your wet cunt. you let out a loud moan in gratification. he entered in and out as you whine out for more. then he sticks a third digit in. you can't take it anymore. your legs started to tremble as he brings you to an orgasm. he takes out his fingers which are covered in your cum and slowly puts them in his mouth. his eye contact is stern and strong as he licks them clean.

then he gets up to grab his helmet and glove which are sprawled across the floor.

"i thought this was punishment for me being a naughty girl? that was pretty fun for me." you ask, wiping sweat from your brow.

"your punishment will be the fact that you have to imagine me pleasuring myself to the image of your body later," he smirks at you. he sucks. your heart is beating so fast as a burning desire for him grows inside you.

he puts his glove back on and holds the helmet in his hands as he turns to leave. you get up for the bed and put your hand on his shoulder. "sir?" you ask as he turns around.

"yes, angel?" he looks down at you.

"kiss me?" you question, hopefully.

he grabs you by the hips and pulls you in close to him. he bends down slightly to stoop to your height. you welcome his embrace as you reach your hands up to grab his face and pull in. his kiss is like fireworks. you wish you could capture this moment forever. for once, this wasn't a ferocious, animalistic kiss. it was a real passionate one. and it went exactly how you pictured in your dreams.

you pulled away and he stroked your cheek. he turned to leave but before he looked back at you standing there watching him go.

"i'd do anything for you, angel."