Incoming Message:
Sender: Commander Ren
Time: 14:05
When you arrive at my quarters, strip.
Tie your hair back.
Kneel on the side of the bed.
Wait for me there.
Your reply was instant.
Compose Outgoing Message:
And if I don't? |
He did not reply immediately. Pleased with yourself, you had made it all the way back to your quarters with a smug smile on your face. Once inside your familiar room, you stripped with every intent on getting a warm shower, when your data pad vibrated again.
Incoming Message:
Sender: Commander Ren
Time: 14:22
Yes, get yourself in more trouble. Let me know how that works out for you.
You snickered, tossing your data pad onto your bed, and turned to the restroom where you would soon slip into a curtain of tempting, alluring, seductive water. You took your time cleaning every surface of your body, though you knew it would likely be ruined with sweat in just an hour. You piled your hair to the top of your head, keeping it dry away from the stream, and focused on relaxing your tensed muscles.
Over the course of the last few days, you felt yourself change significantly. Clearly, your relationship with the Commander was responsible for it, but you couldn't bring yourself to resent the changes. In some ways, you were much more confident than you had been before, and in others – much more submissive. Not to mention, Kylo believed you were Force sensitive.
What will this mean for me, now? You had asked yourself.
As your shower went on, you entertained the idea of training with Cardo, feeling immensely grateful it wasn't the knight who made you cringe. You wondered back to the night before, standing close to Kylo in his shower, hearing his voice in your head all over again.
"All my knights are force sensitive." He had said.
You had feared the implications at the time, shoving them away from your train of thought, but now that train hit you hard and you couldn't help but question it. Did Kylo want you to be a knight? Was that all you were to him? Another 'Force-sensitive' warm body? As your thoughts spun out of control, you lost track of time. By the time you had cut the water, you only had ten minutes to sprint to Kylo's quarters.
Frantically, you pulled on the skimpiest pair of underwear you owned followed by a strappy bralette. You had no time to search for more respectable casual wear, opting for a sundress you liked to wear around your room on weekends. You slid your boots over your feet, leaving them untied, and sprinted from your room. Only realizing halfway there that you had forgotten a hair tie.
You got to the room with a minute to spare, palming the control panel to let yourself in. Once the door slid closed behind you, you yanked your dress down over your hips and kicked it to the side of the room, tripping when you tried to step toward the bed. You could hear heavy boots down the hall as you strangled your way out of the bralette, arms flailing as you flung yourself to the edge of the bed.
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FanfictionThis AU is set in the Star Wars Sequels Universe, in which our reader is a newly graduated pilot hired by The First Order and her first position is flying the Commander's personal transport: The Command Shuttle. As our story develops, Commander Kylo...
