Game, Set, Match

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CW: spanking, light smut, blindfold.

Enjoy <3



It took you several minutes for your brain to grasp what you were looking at. The moment the fragments joined together and logic weaved the fabric of understanding in your mind, your mouth popped open. What the fuck?

Placed on the center of the dinner table was a huge glass container filled to the brim with hundreds of buttons. They were all unique in size and shape, no two the same. Kylo looked cautiously between the collection and you a few times as if he was standing by for some grand epiphany from you.

"Uh... what am I looking at, exactly?" You asked, your hands automatically reaching for the jar.

Before your fingers could connect, Kylo pulled it just out of your grasp. He raised his hand to the lid and snapped the latch open before he reached in and captured a handful of them.

"Give me your hand." He directed, his voice was the pleasant honey you had become so fond of. You didn't realize how much you had missed it.

You obeyed, cupping your hands and placing them face up on the table, waiting for him to hand over the bundle.

Still riddled with bewilderment, you met Kylo's gaze and tilted your head as you observed him release the loose bundle into your palms. There were perhaps a dozen or so, and you marveled at how truly different they all were from each other.

"I collect them." He added, finally answering your unspoken question.

You felt slow. "How are these buttons a compromise?"

He beamed at you and a giant grin took sanctuary on his lips as he abruptly opened the glass jar and emptied it onto the table. The clattering of each button free falling from their glass prison was overbearing, and you were thankful when they eventually came to rest in a towering mound, watching as some of them slipped to the floor.

You noticed Daisy lay near you; you were eager to have a moment with her to reunite - but now was not the time.

Kylo came over to where you sat and he settled the jar in your lap, holding it steady for you. "Put them in."

You were just as puzzled as ever - but you complied. The buttons you had held in your palms fell to the bottom and made tinkling noises of impact once again.

"You won't take my money, correct?"

You nodded, anxious for him to explain himself.

"The idea that I would like to propose is this. I will offer you buttons in exchange for your services. You may reject any request I make. Once the jar is full - you can go, if that's still what you want."

You gaped at him. Your eyes moving to the heaping mound of them on the table. "There must be hundreds... How long am I meant to play this game with you, Kylo?"

He frowned slightly. "There's 419 buttons."

You set the jar down and peeked up at him. The gears were turning in your head as you tried to figure it out. "And the buttons you just gave me... what were they for? What do I have to do now?"

"Nothing. You never have to do anything you don't want to do ever again. I promise. Those buttons are a gift for having dinner with me tonight."

"How will this make me trust you?"

"I won't touch you unless you accept my buttons. I'll make clear what I want from you and you can decide whether or not you want it."

"Nothing happens without my say so?"

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