Ren was true to his word. He didn't call for you once until the day of the dinner rolled around. Truthfully you were a little nervous about saying something that would offend one of the delegates. Kylo had specifically said 'these men are not the type to take insults lightly.' You didn't want to offend one of the people that helped make the First Order so powerful. The last thing you wanted was to make enemies for the Order and your master would never forgive you if you did. When you woke up that morning, that was all you could think about. Your breakfast arrives at the same time it always did. The food was a little different this time, but it was still the same high quality that you were now used to. You had to admit that you missed talking to Kess, but he probably didn't even know you were gone. You hadn't spoken in a little while and you were worried that he thought you were avoiding him.

As you finish up your food and shift your plate aside, a small piece of paper catches your attention. You pick it up, frowning, and flip it over. There was writing on the back of it, but you didn't recognize the handwriting. It was leaning to the side slightly and was obviously written in a rush. You were unsure of who it was from at first, but the first word told you exactly what you needed to know:

Butterfly,

When you're finished eating your breakfast, go into the hall and instruct a trooper to take you to the seamstresses. They were instructed to create a variety of dresses for you to choose from. I don't care which one you choose. When you come back, there will be something waiting for you on your bed. I will retrieve you from your quarters in 0700 hours.

~KR

You sigh and place the note card back down on the tray. Rising from your bed and making your way to your door, you poke your head out into the hallway. Luckily for you, a Stormtrooper just happened to be passing by.

"Excuse me," you call out and he turns. "Can you take me to the seamstresses?"

"Find it yourself." He snaps and turns away from you with a small scoff.

This certainly managed to piss you off. You grab him roughly by the shoulder and yank him back toward you, pushing him towards the wall until his back collides with it and his armor clanks. "The commander instructed me to have someone escort me to the seamstresses. You're going to take me there now or I'll call him here myself."

"No need!" The trooper gasps, suddenly very much attentive. "F-Follow me."

You smile smugly as you follow him through the base. He waits for you outside of the large room while you go in and sift through the beautiful dresses. They were all stunning, but you knew that one in particular would drive Kylo Ren crazy. A mischievous smirk tugs at your lips as you pull the dress from the rack in its garment bag. The Stormtrooper takes you back to your room and you don't bother to thank him, knowing that was exactly what Kylo would have done. You set the dress down in its bag and blink at your bed. The tray of food was gone. It had been replaced with a simple black gift bag. You reach for the little tag attached to it. Once again, it was in Kylo's handwriting but this time it began with something else:

Pet,

I want you to wear this underneath whatever dress you've chosen. If dinner goes well tonight, I'll make an exception just for you. Maybe I'll let you cum... if you're a good girl.

"Pretentious fucker," you mutter as you reach into the bag. You gawk at the stunning black lingerie set Kylo had gotten for you. That little asshole knew just how to pull the strings.

You toss the lingerie set beside the dress and run a hand through your hair. Tonight was going to be more interesting than you thought.

~

The hours dragged by, but eventually it was time for dinner. You had spent the last two or three hours getting ready. It was all going to pay off if you managed to play your cards right. Playing your cards right has been your job after all. If anything, this was what you were good at. You zip yourself into your dress and fasten the silver belt around your waist to cinch it properly. As your feet slip into the tall black heels, you look in the mirror and smirk at your reflection. Since your dress had a high slit in it, the sexy black garters of the lingerie could be seen. Perfect. Kylo was either going to want to kill you or kiss you. You hoped it was the latter.

A soft knock comes from your door right on the dot. You saunter over and calmly open it from the inside, gazing up at Kylo for his reaction. Oh how you wished you could see his face right now. Although you couldn't see his expression change, you could see his body language changing. He had become very tense and rigid as his eyes ran over your body from beneath the helmet.

"What are you wearing, pet?" He snarls.

"What you bought for me, Master." You drawl with the same tone.

Kylo scoffs softly. He was thankful that he was wearing the mask or his obvious arousal would be all too obvious in his eyes. As you walk beside him, your heels click on the ground and your dress billows across the floor. You had to admit that you felt powerful. Every set of eyes that you passed was glued directly on you. You knew that this was torture for Kylo as well. As you arrive in front of what you presume to be the room dinner would be held in, Kylo turns and points a menacing leather finger at you.

"You're lucky I'm letting you get away with this," he growls. "Keep your mouth shut unless you're spoken to, is that clear?"

"Yes, Commander." You purr.

Kylo pauses for a moment before leaning in and gripping your thigh tightly, causing you to gasp. He was testing you. "You're going to pay for that one, pet."

You blink up at him innocently. "Am I? What are you going to do to me, Commander? Are you going to punish me?"

Kylo swallows when he feels his cock start to ache. He releases your thigh and offers you his arm, which you take smugly. As the two of you enter, the eight delegates rise from their chairs. Their grins falter at the sight of you as their eyes lower. You could feel Kylo getting tense when he notices this. He gestures for you to take a seat beside him at the very end of the table.

The table was covered in a long black tablecloth that hung to the floor. Its surface was decorated with expensive silverware, plates, and other exquisite items. There was already warm food sitting on the dishes. The scent made your mouth water.

"A toast." One of the delegates raises their glasses. "To the Supreme Leader and the successes of Starkiller Base."

The rest of them shout "hear, hear" and take long drinks. It isn't before long that they begin to chatter noisily, paying no mind to you. You have to hold back your laughter when you see Kylo staring longingly down at the plate of food set in front of him. You lean in, lowering your voice. "What's the matter, Commander?"

He scowls beneath his mask. "I'm not hungry."

You trail your finger over the rim of your glass. "But the food is to die for. Have a bite, won't you? Of course that means... you would have to take off your mask." You reach for the underside of his mask.

Kylo catches you tightly by the hand. You grin as he forces your hand under the table so that the loud delegates couldn't see. He hisses, "you're getting on my last nerve, Butterfly." Kylo releases your wrist and directs his focus back on the conversing men. His head snaps back toward you when he feels your hand graze his upper-thigh.

You smirk. "Oops. I'm sorry, Master."

Kylo grits his teeth. He knew how proud you felt for getting to him like this. Then his scowl fades into a mischievous smile. He slowly curls his fingers together under the table, glancing at you to see your reaction. He chuckles when your face falls. You press your thighs together when you feel something pressing in between your legs. The Force. You suppress a moan as the Force puts pressure in between your folds, massaging your clit. Your lips press together into a thin line as your hand locks around the tablecloth. If Kylo got his way, he would make you cum here and now. Your eyes were glued to the delegates in horror, silently praying for them not to notice your struggle at the end of the table. You had to think of something and fast if you were going to get Kylo to stop.

Enjoying this, pet? Kylo's voice echoes through your head. I could make you cum all over your pretty dress.

Actually, you think back as an idea pops up. I could moan your name now and let all of these delegates know what was really going on between us.

Kylo freezes. You wouldn't dare.

You make a show of rolling your eyes back into your head as your lips part. Kylo slams his hand over your mouth at once and the pressure from the Force is relieved. The two of you exchange silent insults back and forth until the dinner is over. Once the delegates are finished, they shake his hand in their drunken states and drag themselves out of the room. Kylo's hand locks around your forearm and you smirk at him as he yanks you all the way back to his quarters.

He practically throws you inside of his room and seals the doors behind him. Kylo glares at you. "What you pulled in there was foolish! Their eyes were all over you looking like that. Now I'm going to have to punish you, pet. Strip."

You pout teasingly. "What if I don't want to?"

"Then I'll do it for you." Kylo turns you around and trails his thumb in between your breasts. "The dress is beautiful on you... but it would look even better on the floor." He removes his hand and tugs down your zipper.

The black dress pools at your ankles as it falls to the floor. You bite your lip as you look up at Kylo. You could feel his eyes drinking you in from beneath that mask. His deep voice finally rumbles, "crawl to the bed."

You don't argue with him. You get to your hands and knees, slowly crawling to the bed with your back arched and your ass on display for him. Pulling yourself onto the silk sheets, you get on your knees and look at him expectantly.

"Did I say you could do that?" Kylo snarls. He storms over to you and grabs a fistful of your hair, yanking you onto the floor. You wince slightly as your knees hit the ground. "You're going to be good for your commander, aren't you?"

You nod wordlessly, as the heat between your legs grows. Kylo reaches down and unzips his pants, reaching inside to pull his erection free. His hard cock springs out in all of its glory, the reddened head dripping with pre-cum. You reach for him, but he swats your hand away.

"You don't deserve my cock until I say so," he snaps. He reaches a gloved hand toward you. "Spit and keep your mouth open."

You follow his instructions, spitting into his leather palm and holding your jaw open expectantly. You watch longingly as Kylo begins to pump his hand over his cock, making it slick with a mixture of your saliva and his pre-cum. He groans softly, tipping his head back as he jerks himself off.

"You're going to be a good girl," he grunts. "You're going to do exactly what I say. Y-You don't deserve this after what you did tonight. Tell me what you want me to do to you."

"I want you to fuck me, Commander." You drawl.

Kylo groans as he comes all over you. His seed drips into your mouth, down your tongue, and spills from your chest onto your belly. He grabs you and practically throws you onto the bed on your back. You spread your legs for him as he rips your panties and the garters off, revealing your already dripping cunt to him.

"I haven't even touched you yet. Look at you. Already dripping wet for me." He growls as he pins you down. Your breath hitches in your throat as he slides the head of his length over your folds. Your pussy clenches in desperation. Kylo grunts as he thrusts himself into you. You arch your back and moan loudly in response to this. He leans down, the plate of his mask beside your ear. "Your little pussy was made for me. F-Fuck you're so tight. So perfect."

Kylo pumps in and out of you at a steady pace. He grabs your leg and raises it over his shoulder, inserting himself deeper into you. You gasp and moan, your hands gripping the sheets as your eyes roll back into your head. The tip of his member slams into your cervix as your hips collide, filling the silence with lewd noises and your wanton moans.

"Fuck, Commander-" you gasp. "Oh!" He was fucking you so hard and fast that you were reaching your high faster than you wanted to. "I'm gonna-" You lift your head angrily as Kylo pulls himself out of you. "No! Kylo!"

"I told you. You deserve to suffer because of that stunt." He grabs your hips and flips you over with ease. His hand forces you to arch your back into the mattress, putting your ass in the air as your knees spread. Kylo's cock slides right back into you, thrusting in and out at a rapid pace. His arm creeps around you as his finger collects the cum on your chest. He shoves his finger into your mouth and you begin to suck on it obediently, swallowing the salty seed. His finger slides back out with a wet pop and returns to your chest to scoop up more of his cum. He continued to do this until there was no more for him to grab. You suck on his leather finger as you whine and moan. You wanted more of him. You wanted every part of him.

"You want me?" Kylo snarls. "You don't deserve me." He adds as you nod.

You cry out as he removes his finger and his cock once more. "Kylo! Please!" Tears sting your eyes as you are deprived of your orgasm once more.

"If you come before I tell you to, I'm going to punish you." He grips you by the hair and yanks you back, pressing your back against his chest. "You're going to need my permission from now on."

His fingers trail down your stomach and tease your entrance as you moan, grinding your ass against his hard cock. He swirls his thumb around your nub while toying with your clit, swirling your juices around. You gasp and moan lewdly as his fingers plunge into you, pumping in and out of you repeatedly.

"Please!" You scream. "Fuck!" You wail as Kylo pushes you onto the bed and rolls you over.

He shakes his head, chuckling at your pain. "Touch yourself."

You don't hesitate to slide your fingers in between your folds, toying with yourself as you moan and arch into the sheets. Kylo silences you by pushing his wet fingers into your mouth. You suck on his fingers as you finger yourself, tasting your own juices on your tongue.

"Good girl," he praises. "You're so good for your commander. My pet, my little Butterfly."

He reaches down and pulls your fingers out of yourself. You whine and let out a sob as tears fall down your face. Kylo pushes his cock into you once more, fucking you steadily as you moan and cry out.

"Kylo!" You moan, your nails digging into his robes.

Kylo thrusts in and out of you and lifts his hand, kneading your breasts. He pulls the lacy bra down just enough to free your left breast. He clasps his hand over your eyes and reaches up with his free hand, removing his mask while he pounds you into his mattress. You moan loudly as his tongue glides across your skin and flicks across your hardened nipple. With his hand still covering your eyes, his full lips crash against yours. You moan into his mouth as he groans into yours. His lips graze yours as he hovers above you. "Come for me, Butterfly."

You scream and arch your back as you are finally able to come down from your high. You release all over his sheets and onto his cock. Your cum drips down all over your thighs and runs over your skin as you whine. Kylo moves down, gripping your thighs tightly. You were surprised he trusted you enough to keep your eyes shut. You moan his name as his tongue laps your cum up expertly, dragging across your cunt and thighs. He slides his tongue into your folds, sucking on your clit roughly. His hands slide up, squeezing your breasts as he eats you out. His tongue worked skillfully to pleasure you and you were being so loud, the entire base might as well have heard you.

Kylo pulls away and moves back up, passionately kissing you. His tongue slips into your mouth as his hand gently grips your throat. Your eyes were uncovered but still closed. You felt so fulfilled... so safe and so loved. He was just kissing you. All you had to do was open your eyes and you would see the face of the man you had been longing to see. But as his nose presses into your cheek and your lips move in perfect rhythm, you don't open them. He peppers your face with kisses as you feel yourself drifting away. Your body fills with peace as his lips plant kisses all over you. The last kiss he presses is a final one to your lips. "My beautiful Butterfly," he says softly.

But all you heard was Ben's voice.

"My beautiful Butterfly."