You are woken up by a fist hammering on your door. With a small groan, you groggily sit up and run a hand through your messy morning hair. A scowl crosses your face when the loud knocking continues. It wouldn't have been Ren; he didn't exactly have a preference for knocking and would have stormed right in. It must have been an officer or a Stormtrooper. You toss your blanket aside and drag yourself toward the door, pressing the button on the touch-screen panel to open it up. Sure enough, a Stormtrooper was standing right outside. You feel his judging eyes looking you up and down beneath his white helmet. You fight back the urge to knock the bucket right off his head for checking you out like that.

"The commander requires your presence in the training room. His orders are for you to arrive in the next fifteen minutes or he will drag you there himself." The Stormtrooper doesn't wait for your response. He turns on his heel and stands beside the door. Apparently he was going to escort you there.

The door slides shut and you rub your tired eyes. Surely it was much too early for training. What were you even supposed to wear? Your choices were very limited since more than half of your clothes were exact copies of one another. You settle on another black t-shirt, leggings, and cloth boots. It was bland, but you didn't have to impress anyone with your fashion choices. Not yet anyways. You brush your teeth quickly and run a hairbrush through your tangles, now in deep thought about the events of yesterday.

The lust and arousal you had felt made you annoyed. You were mostly annoyed with your body for responding in such a way--for betraying you--especially around a man who could read your thoughts and feel your emotions. As you shake the thought away, you glance at the clock that showed galactic standard time. Although you couldn't read that version very well, you knew your fifteen minutes was nearly over. You curse under your breath and rush out the door, turning expectantly to the Stormtrooper.

As the two of you walk down the corridors, you begin to overthink everything. Panic begins to fill you. You would have to learn all of these hallways and sections sooner rather than later. And what if Ren expected you to start fighting today? What if he sensed your emotions last night and he was disgusted? Why am I so worried, you think angrily. I shouldn't care what he thinks of me. It's not like it's my fault that my body responded that way. You scold yourself silently for your lack of self-control. As you turn the corner, your heart begins to race. There was a single set of blaster doors at the end of the hall. That must have been it. The Stormtrooper stops by the door and gestures for you to enter. You take a deep breath as it slides open for you.

Your breath catches in your throat at the sight of it. It was massive. You had pictured a small room with equipment and mats and low ceilings, but this? You never expected this. The ceiling must have been at least twenty or thirty feet above your head. Everything was sleek and black, with red lighting around the ceiling. One wall held tall shelves filled with weaponry, weights, and other things you couldn't even identify. The wall furthest from you had a massive window that gave a beautiful view into the empty vastness of space. Most of the floor was a sleek black material like the rest of the ship, but a black sprung floor had been placed in the middle. You guessed it was for combat training so nobody seriously injured themselves with a fall. To your surprise, you weren't alone with Ren. There were six other men along with him. They wore intimidating black armor, but no masks. Their masks had been placed on a long bench alongside towels and water bottles. It was no surprise that Ren was still wearing his.

You approach the commander quickly, eying the men rather nervously. "I didn't mean to be late. Who are they?"

"My Knights of Ren." He replies flatly. "Don't let it happen again."

You glance at the Knights. "Am I going to be training with them?"

Ren scoffs softly. "Don't be ridiculous. You aren't doing anything today. You need to get accustomed to what training is going to look like. Today, you will sit and watch beside me."

A massive weight lifts from your shoulders as you sigh with relief. You sit down on the bench with your chin resting in your hands as the commander approaches the men. He speaks with them for a little while, before they move onto the springy floor and begin to warm up for combat practice. Ren returns to your side, but he doesn't sit down.

"You could at least tell me their names." You look up at him.

As he names them, he points to each one individually. "Vicrul, Cardo, Kuruk, Ushar, Trudgen, and Ap'lek." He stops speaking immediately after. It seemed you wouldn't be getting more information on them any time soon.

Instead, you use your observational skills. Those skills had been given to you during your years at the Jedi temple, but they had heightened when you started gambling. You watch each one of them closely and halfway through their combat training, you had almost figured them out.

Vicrul carried a sort of modified scythe as a weapon and seemed to gain strength every time he managed to knock someone down or best them. Cardo didn't strike with precision, but rather used his heavily-modified weapon to bring destruction onto his opponent. His weapon had been changed so many times that it was difficult to put a name to it. Trudgen and Kuruk didn't train with the others until it was time for hand-to-hand, since they fought with Blaster-rifles. The two seemed to have a closer bond because of this and heavily relied upon each other.

Ushar fought with a reaper cleaver and seemed to have a rather twisted mind. He brought his opponent to pain and made them beg before releasing them. You were sure he would do the same in battle, but kill instead of release. And finally there was Ap'lek. He was the most strategic of the group and calculated every single one of his moves. He wielded a vibro-axe and you could sense that he had the most potential to be trained in the Force. They were all interesting individuals that would be incredibly lethal on the battlefield.

Before you knew it, their training was over. You stand at once and move aside as they drag themselves over to the bench you had been sitting on. They wipe the sweat from their faces and drink their water dry. As you go to speak with their master, you could feel their gazes lingering on you. They were assessing you just like you had with them.

"What did you think?" Kylo Ren looks down at you as he cleans the hilt of his lightsaber.

"They're impressive. So are you." You admit. "Am I right to assume I'll start my training tomorrow? With you?"

He nods. "With me and only me. From now on, you and the Knights are going to train apart almost every day. Your training will be scheduled for every other day at the same time you were woken up this morning. When I see that you are capable enough, you will fight them." He lowers his hilt and gestures toward the men. "I'll see you here tomorrow."

You nod stiffly, glancing over at the Knights one last time. Your eyes lock with Vicrul for just a moment, but it was enough to make heat rise to your cheeks. You turn on your heel and hurry out of the training hall. Just before the door seals behind you, you hear their voices for a split second. Your heart sinks. They were talking about you. That wasn't something you wanted to focus on at the moment. You had other things to think about. Like food. Training had taken up most of the day and you hadn't even eaten your breakfast or lunch. You scowl at one of the clocks as you pass by it. They wouldn't even be serving lunch anymore and dinner was two hours away. The silence is filled by your stomach growling as you force yourself to return to your quarters. You figured you might as well take a shower to pass some of the time.

By the time dinner rolled around, you felt as though you were on the verge of starvation. It was a little over-dramatic, but you didn't care. You storm to one of the nearest mess halls, determined to be the first in line. Just before you can even make it out the door of your quarters, you slam right into a Stormtrooper. He takes a surprised step back.

"Be careful." His voice didn't sound very angry, which was a pleasant surprise. "There's people here that you really don't want to bump into. Your new master is one of them."

"You know about that?" You look at him incredulously.

"Word travels fast around her. Unfortunately so do rumors. Where were you even going in such a hurry?" He questions.

You sigh. "The mess hall. I haven't eaten anything all day."

The man chuckles, but not in a mocking way. "As an apprentice to the commander, your meals are delivered to your quarters daily. Breakfast, lunch, and dinner. That's why I was here." He holds out the tray of food to you and your stomach growls in response. "I can see I wasn't a moment too soon. I'll be on my way now, but I hope to see you again."

"Wait-" you say quickly before he has a chance to leave "-what's your name?"

"KS-7683" the Stormtrooper replies with another chuckle.

"Ah. Well, I'm going to call you Kess." You raise your eyebrows decidedly and he nods.

Pleased with yourself for finally meeting someone nice, you return to your room with the tray of food. It already looked much better than the slop they had fed you while you were still a prisoner. You couldn't imagine how good the food they served Kylo Ren or the Supreme Leader must have been. You cut greedily into the Canron meat and sigh out of content as the flavor explodes in your mouth. As you continue to eat, you let your mind run free. You had been thinking about Ren--what a surprise--during training. Now that you had seen his Knights with their masks off, you wanted to see him without his mask. You knew he was young now and you couldn't help but wonder if your previous assumptions about him being hideous were wrong as well. What if he was attractive? Your curiosity begins to get the better of you and soon you were itching to see him again.

Then you decide to do something extremely stupid. If you wanted to see him without his mask on, all you had to do was sneak into his quarters. Even if you only got a small peek of it, it was worth it. Right? He would only punish you if you got caught. You slip the tray from your lap and stand up, sneaking out of your quarters with ease. Surely he would still be awake at this hour and if he wasn't, it would be even better for you. You could vaguely remember passing his quarters at some point and eventually, you find yourself standing right in front of them. You stare down at the panel, wincing softly. The code. An idea suddenly pops into your head. Hoping that nobody would come by anytime soon, you squat down in front of the touch-screen panel and lean forward so that the light was catching on it. It took a little bit of adjusting, but soon you could see the fingerprints on the screen in the lighting. You smirk, proud of your quick thinking. Your fingers fly across the numbers, completely confident in your abilities. To your delight, the panel flashes green.

~

Inside of his quarters, Kylo Ren was in deep thought. He hardly ever meditated since it was something from his Jedi training, but he found it useless to sort through his emotions and ideas. As he takes a deep breath in, his bare chest expands and shimmers in the dim lighting. He closes his brown eyes and slowly releases the air in his lungs. He grits his teeth in annoyance. The thought of you hadn't left his mind all day. Oblige your desires. Snoke had told him to and he was still hesitant. He desperately wanted to, but he couldn't. Seeing you enter the training room that morning made his heart skip a beat. His palms had been sweating on his gloves and his nerves were intensified the closer you had gotten. If his Knights hadn't been present, he would have ripped your clothes off then and there. His eyes open when he senses your presence in the Force. You were close. In fact, you were right outside his door. He stands up immediately when he hears the panel softly beep from the outside. Ren thrusts his hand out, his mask flying towards him. Just as he yanks it over his head, the door slides open and you appear.

You step inside. Your face falls and goes pale. He was standing just a few feet away from you, staring directly at you. Shit, you think in horror. That didn't go as I planned. Your eyes start to roam over his bare, muscular chest and your face heats up, turning bright pink. He was so chiseled and perfect. It was strange seeing him shirtless but with the mask on. And his hands. His hands looked even bigger without the gloves. Your mind screams at you to stop lusting, but it was too late for that.

"Lost again, are you?" His deep voice rumbles from the depths of the helmet.

You were at a loss for words. "I-I didn't mean to. I mean I did but... I'm sorry! I didn't think you were going to be right there. I'll just b-be on my way now."

"No." His voice sends chills down your spine. "Come here."

Slowly, you turn around and walk over to him. You hear the door lock with a loud thunk. Could he even do that with the Force? Your nails dig into the palm of your hands as you breathe erratically. He was standing before you closer than ever now, with his chest bare and his hands loose at his sides.

Ren doesn't move. "I thought I told you that you wouldn't be seeing me without my mask. Didn't I make myself clear?"

"Y-Yes, you did." You stammer, suddenly nervous.

"No... no, I don't think I made myself clear enough. I intend to do so now. I hope you understand that I'm going to have to punish you." He moves even closer, his eyes on you from behind the black abyss of the mask.

"Please, I wasn't thinking!" You gasp in horror.

"Oh but you were. I can hear your thoughts. They're awfully loud, Butterfly." Ren reaches out and tips your chin up. "I can feel your lust."

You wince slightly. "I-I don't know what you're talking about."

"You do. You can't avoid punishment. Let's make this easy for both of us. Take off your clothes."

"What?" You couldn't believe your ears. Had he really just said that or was your mind playing tricks on you?

"You heard me." Ren purrs.

Your fingers tremble as you reach for the hem of your shirt. You tug it up over your head and let it fall to the ground, suddenly self-conscious in his presence. You look up at him, begging him to let you stop, but he doesn't move. You swallow and remove your boots, followed by your leggings. Kylo Ren's breathing becomes ragged beneath his mask as he moves closer to you. He trails his finger across your jaw.

"The mask," you whisper.

"It stays on." Ren says flatly.

"Yes." You nod in defeat. You gasp as he whirls you around and slams you against the wall face first. His hand twists around you and grips onto the front of your throat.

He leans in, his face hovering beside your ear. "You will address me as Commander, pet."

"I don't belong to anyone," you snap, the cold wall pressing against your chest and stomach.

"You belong to me and only me." Kylo Ren's hand slides down your neck and trails toward the band of your panties.

Your breath catches in your throat and you let out an involuntary whine at the feeling of his fingers getting closer. His chuckle resonates in his throat, "look at you. Already wet for me and I haven't even gotten there yet. Tell me, Butterfly, did Xian touch you like this?"

You gasp as his fingers slip into your panties. He begins to tease your entrance and you moan softly, trying to wiggle down onto his hand. You arch your back and press into him, feeling that he was hard against your ass. A soft groan from him sets you over the edge.

"Stop teasing," you huff as your palms slap the wall weakly.

Your head falls back against his shoulder as he slips two fingers in. He pumps in and out rhythmically, pleasuring you like you had never been pleasured before. A wanton moan escapes your lips and your breath hitches as you roll forward on your toes. His free hand grips onto your shoulder and pushes down. You cry out as his fingers sink knuckle deep. You knew you were getting close to your peak. And so did he. You whine and shudder as he pulls his fingers back.

"N-No!" You gasp, whirling around desperately to face him. "Please!"

"Beg for it." Kylo Ren snarls as your juices drip from his fingers.

"Please, Commander. Fuck me," you look at him longingly.

He brings his wet fingers to your lips and echoes his previous words to you. "Suck."

You don't protest. Your lips part and he slides his fingers into your mouth. You had never tasted yourself before and it was a new, strange experience. Wanting to please him, you moan softly.

"Good girl," Ren slides his fingers out of your mouth with a soft pop.

He grabs you by the wrist and drags you over to his bed. You fall onto your hands and knees on his black silk sheets. Your fists close around the material, gripping it tightly. Kylo Ren moves behind you and reaches down, placing a hand on your back. You gasp as he presses against your back, causing it to arch toward the bed and putting your ass in the air for him. Air kisses your skin as he tugs down your panties. You scrunch your eyes together, more self-conscious than ever.

"Beautiful," he rumbles as though he knew.

Your eyes fly open. What did he just call you? You hear him unzip the front of his pants. You wanted to turn around and see what his cock looked like, but he would surely slap you for trying. Without warning, he grips your hips and slides into you. You moan loudly and grip the sheets tightly. It was big. You could feel yourself stretching to accommodate his size.

"You're so tight," he hisses. "So wet."

Ren moans as he thrusts in and out of you at an uneven pace. He was pounding deeper and deeper into you until you were sure he was hitting your core. You let out the loudest, unapologetic moan as he does. You gasp as his fingers dig into your scalp and he yanks back your head with your hair. You were getting close to your orgasm, but so was he.

"F-Fuck." He groans. "I'm gonna-"

You whine breathlessly as he cums into you. He pulls himself out of you, but doesn't let you move. He smirks beneath his mask as he watches the cum drip from your pussy and down your legs. After what seemed like forever to you, he allows you to move. You hear him stuff his cock back into his pants in disappointment. You were sitting on his back in a tangled, sweaty, sticky mess with red cheeks and messy hair. Ren moves toward you and caresses your cheek with his hand.