Yes, Commander

Passionate Exchange

Hey guysss there's smut in this chapter so if you ain't vibing with that, that's ok. Skip on past it :)

The silence in your quarters was deafening. Back on the Starkiller base, there would be a sort of ambience from the area surrounding your quarters. Out in space, there was nothing. It let your mind dance. Whilst brushing out your hair, you beamed brightly, imagining how angry Troian would be at this very moment. Unfortunately, you knew you would have to put up with feeling his presence for the remainder of the mission. Wait... feel his presence. Since when could I do that? You wrapped a thick cardigan over your body, a bra the only other thing covering your chest. You were still in the bottom half of you work uniform, but you was suddenly craving to follow the feeling that made you think of Troian.

Your shoeless feet felt cold against the smooth metal floors in the hallway outside of your quarter-space. As you moved out of the quarter-space you were sanctioned in, not a soul was seen. You hadn't realised how late it was; the hallway was a barren space. You moved through the ship, dipping past Troopers, hopefully they wouldn't find you in such an embarrassingly dressed state. You followed your instinct to a door, but you couldn't bring herself to opening. There was a code for it anyway; you wouldn't be able to get in.

A leathered hand wrapping around your forearm startled you as it tugged you away from the room. Your free arm pulled your cardigan tight over your breasts. You looked up with wide eyes at Kylo Ren, who dragged you away from the room without a word yet spoken.

"What are you doing!?" you called, your voice shaking.

"Don't speak," he responded, his voice deep and harsh.

He lead you into an empty meeting room, releasing you as the door sucked shut with a stark hiss. He turned to you, quiet as he observed your body.

"Why can I feel Troian's presence...?" you asked softly, your eyes scanning the floor for nothing in particular.

"The Force is calling for you. You've clearly taught yourself to be wary of his presence and now it has manifested into something different... what are you wearing?" Ren responded.

Heat rose to your cheeks, yet something bloomed in your cervix once again. You pulled a smirk onto your face.

"Why can't I feel you? I was able to before..." you teased.

Kylo breathed heavy against his mask, hearing the filth that swirled around your mind. He forced you against the cold metal door behind you, your cardigan falling, your breasts perked up high in your intricate, lace covered bra. The same kinds of thoughts invaded Ren's mind. His leathered hand slid over your bare waist as he moved in.

"Do you want to feel me, Assistant?" Ren cooed, basking in the feeling of the satisfaction coming from you.

You eyes skipped up to the dark slit covering his eyes, blinking fast with a pout, something you used to do that vexed him before you decided to clean up your act. Ren released you from the Force hold he had on you, yet you didn't move. He pulled you forwards, his hands glazing over your full hips and round ass, craving to touch your soft skin with his own. Ren loomed over you, noticing how much shorter you were without your regular work shoes on.

"Do you want me..." you asked softly, your delicate hand travelling towards where you knew his dick was.

It was hardening, the layers of fabric on top of it disallowing you from feeling its proper girth just by a simple touch. No, you would have to do more. You bit down on your plump lip, causing Ren to growl in anticipation. He pushed you down to your knees with ease, you not particularly fighting.

"You're my bitch right now, aren't you?" Ren growled.

"Yes, Kylo," you purred, your hands unzipping his trousers.