Warnings; toys, bondage, degradation, master kink, dom/sub dynamics, hair pulling, deepthroating, oral (male receiving), slight face-fucking, humiliation, tooth-rotting nicknames, some fluff, I haven't written in a while so this is probably shit.

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Being Dryden Vos' top personal assistant didn't mean that I was trusted to do anything. In fact, a lot of the time he didn't have me doing much at all. Being his personal assistant meant I was his lover. And most importantly, I was

. Nobody was to talk to me in a way me or Dryden didn't like and nobody was to touch me without permission from Dryden himself.

Of course everyone followed those rules if they were smart so there were never any problems. The only time there had been a problem was when an outsider to the Crimson Dawn mistook me for a "whore that Dryden picked off the streets of Corellia."

Dryden didn't like how the man touched me or referred to me as a whore. So, Dryden gave him his money and told him to leave - only to send assassins that had been aboard the yacht to sneak onto the man's ship and kill him, taking all his valuables as their own and selling the ship. After that, mercenaries that dropped in to deliver and collect never sparred more than a glance my way.

Dryden liked it that way. Though that meant I was to have almost no friends, there were people on the ship that were trusted enough to be allowed around me when Dryden had work to do and when I just wanted interaction for a change. The few friends I had were kind to me - though I hated how cautious they had to be. But I knew if I had ever said a word about them being cautious because of the threats that Dryden has made, he'd never change anything. Vos loved the power he had over people. Especially me.

I sat alone in our quarters, sitting on a comfy sofa that was set close to the wall and reading the day away. I didn't want interaction today, all I wished was to be left alone since Dryden had been busy for hours on end. I read silently, the crackle of a candle I had lit being the only present noise.

Vos had told me he was negotiating with someone who didn't keep their side of a deal, so I had simply said "Okay" and agreed to keep in our quarters on the yacht. He had everything suited to be comfortable for me, making sure it felt like a home. And it sure as hell felt like one - especially when he was around.

I heard the muffled noise of gunfire as my thought-bubble collapsed.

I tried to stop my brain from thinking about the possibilities, that there was always a chance that Dryden could get hurt while working with the scum that he did. Usually he stuck to his Kyuzo petars when it came down to murder.

I swallowed, hearing a blaster fire once, twice more and then....

White noise.

I slid the book marker into the middle of the pages and set the book down on the coffee table that sat directly in front of me. Curiosity killed the cat - though the cat probably didn't have a blaster just for emergencies.

I picked the blaster out of a small drawer in a cabinet filled with souvenirs from different planets that Dryden had personally smuggled from before he was an advisor and businessman. I put it to stun and turned the safety off, opening the door to our quarters and sneaking my way through the quiet halls.

There was no party today like there was often, which was a relief to me. So, that meant that the only life forms that would be roaming the halls would be the guards and even they all seemed to be quiet.

...or maybe Dryden needed the help. Dryden

needs the help, he usually has the skills to end any sort of combat with his hands - or his blade. Turning a corner, I saw no guard at the door that led to the main room - the one usually filled with obnoxious talking and the making of deals. It was silent and all open for anyone to walk in.

My blood rushed through my veins like all the cells were running a marathon.

I made my way to the doors, peeking inside only to smell the fresh scent of blood. I'd caught a whiff of that scent many times from people who hadn't

with Vos on certain terms.

Peaking around, I saw a body on the floor - not Dryden though, he would never be caught dead wearing clothes like the man lying on the floor.

"There you are, Cupcake," an accented voice greeted, turning me around to see Dryden's smiling face, scars littering his cheeks and the general area of where there was skin. "I was looking for you all over, why didn't you stay in your room?"

"I was coming to see if you were okay - which you are," I explained, trying to turn away from all the trouble I was in. If there was one thing Dryden didn't like, it was when people disobeyed his orders. I wrapped my arms around his waist in a tight hug, only to get a rub across my back and a push at my shoulders.

I stared up at my partner, his eyes filled with a dominance nobody could match. "Don't get all touchy with me. I haven't even heard your pretty little mouth say you're sorry," Dryden squeezed my cheeks together, making them puff up, "Naughty thing."

"I'm sowwy," I said through squished cheeks, trying to get the forgiveness I know I wouldn't get the easy way. I would have to earn his forgiveness the hard way, which meant serving him in any way possible and doing whatever he wanted without complaint. Which I didn't mind.

Dryden chuckled, looking down at me, eyes filled with sweet mischief. "I'm sure you are, but you're gonna need to prove to me how sorry you are - words don't cut it, sweetheart."

I whimpered as Vos let go of my face and took my wrist with a tight grip, leading me back to the place I had spent the first half of my day in, and the place I would spend the rest of my day in. He shoved me into our shared room, not caring how rough he was with me - though he hardly ever cared when it came to how rough he was during times like these.

I heard the door click, locking me in and everyone else out. It was just me and my beloved Vos, scary and loving like no other.

Turning from the door, he made eye contact with me, "You know what I want from you, don't you sweetheart?"

I nodded, my eyes wide as I stared up at him.

"Smart girl," he moved a strand of hair behind my ears and let his thumb strum at my bottom lip. I took his thumb eagerly into my mouth, suckling at it like it was the tip of his cock. He groaned, watching me with half-lidded eyes. "I don't know how you make that feel so incredible. Now's not the time to make me feel good yet, I wanna have a little

with you."

I pulled away from his thumb and let him guide me to the edge of the bed, pushing me till the back of my knees touched the mattress and caved in. My back hit the plush sheets and Vos smiled at the 'mmph' I made whe I collided with the bed.

"How about you stay there, I need to grab something," he said, making his way to the closet and rummaging through it, brows furrowed. I was gonna offer help to find whatever he was looking for, but that would only make him more frustrated so I kept my mouth shut.

Making an 'aha' noise, he pulled out a familiar black box, one I'd seen before and one I was very familiar with. I could hear the contents inside move around while he set it on the bedside table. Opening the box, I caught a peek at bright colored scarves of all different shades and materials, rope that left my skin bruised multiple times before today, and binders. There was more in that box, no doubt, though I'd never seen it before.

Dryden pulled out two bright, silk scarves, one a hot pink and the other a dark black color. He wrapped the black scarf around his hand as he held the pink scarf in between his thumb and index finger.

"Now, you're gonna be a good girl for your master and get situated, hmm?"

I nodded, sitting up and waiting for instructions. But instead of saying anything, he used his actions to move my body. He moved the pillows to the end of the bed, pulling me by my arms so my back was against the headboard. He took both my wrists in one hand and used the silky scarf to bind my hands together, looping it against the headboard so there was no way I'd be moving from it much. Then, taking the other one, he wrapped it around my eyes, making a knot in the back.

"Now cupcake, what's our safe word?" he asked, and I could hear the genuine affection in his voice under the coat of lust that hung over it.

"Pyke," I said, squirming to get comfortable, but that seemed to be impossible when I was on edge for his next move. I hadn't seen half of what was inside that box and I wasn't sure if I was supposed to be afraid or excited.

I listened carefully as he put the lid back on the black box and he set two things down on the bedside table. There was complete silence for a minute, the type of silence that chilled you to the bones. Then, he finally moved and I could hear the soft footsteps from how closely I was listening for them.

I felt a dip in the bed as he kneeled down at my legs. He lifted up my shirt, revealing my stomach. The chilly air hit my bare tummy, making me shiver as I waited for him to touch me, or at least speak to me, reminding me that it was him touching me and not some stranger. His hand, warmer than an oven, laid itself on my waist, his lips landing butterfly-light kisses on my stomach. It made the illusion that he would be this soft and gentle the whole night, but my head knew better than to believe that would ever happen after the "stunt I pulled" (as he would say if he was reading my mind).

I felt the heat of his breath leave the sensitive skin of my tummy and return to my neck. He licked a fat, hot stripe up my neck, tongue flicking as it trailed off onto my jawline. "You always taste so..." he nipped at my neck, not enough to draw blood but enough to make me squeak when his teeth pulled off, "

"

I whimpered, pulling another chuckle from his lips. He kissed the spot he'd just bit twice before moving back down to my stomach and kissing further below my belly button. His lips trailed their way down all the way to the waistband of my pants, his fingers hooking on either side of my pants before pulling them down slowly.

He obviously could sense my impatience because he planted a small kiss on my slit - that was covered by my panties still - before I could feel his weight shift off of me and further onto the bed. He leaned over to grab whatever he had left on the bedside table and 'tsk'ed.

"You've been a real

hmm?" he teased, tapping something metal against my bare thigh. It wasn't the heaviest but it felt heavier than the cloth that was wrapped around my wrists and eyes. "I don't think you deserve to be touched by my bare hands tonight."

I titled my head in confusion.

His deep laugh only made my thighs clench together. Then, a button was pressed that changed the route of my whole thought process and turned all my ideas to shit. A low buzzing rang throughout the room, though it sounded like the roar of the sea to my heightened senses.

"You hear that, darling? That's your date tonight. My little vibe can take care of you tonight, bad girls don't deserve their master's touch."

I swallowed hard. I couldn't tell how I felt - disappointed that Dryden wouldn't lay his hands on me or turned on to the fact that I could feel the vibrator trailing up my thigh. All I could do was let out a pathetic whimper that fueled the man torturing me. "My poor baby, you must be hurting. Here, let me help you," he said with fake pity. He took the waistband of my panties between two fingers before pulling it away from being tight against my skin and situated the vibrator so it buzzed perfectly against my clit.

My breath became shallow, making me shiver at the change in not getting attention to being stimulated by a toy. Dryden's hand ran up and down my thigh once before disappearing, leaving me sitting there in the darkness of the silky scarf.

The vibrations were a nice touch to the loneliness though, making soft sighs leave my slightly parted lips here and there. I could get used to the feeling, though the scariest part of that was the need for more afterwards. All I knew was it kept me satisfied for the time being.

Well, that was until Dryden found where he'd placed the controller. I let out an unexpected moan when the vibrations became faster, or harder, I couldn't tell at the way that my brain was refusing to function.

Dryden chuckled at my reaction, "There's the sweet noises that I always love to hear."

"Tu-Turn it down," I begged, my voice high in a whine.

Dryden was silent for the time being till I felt the setting turn down and I was finally able to resist the urge to squirm. It was overwhelming not being able to see what was happening and not knowing the expression that might be spread across Dryden's scarred face. My breath came out heavy, a loud sigh of relief escaped my lips and made my whole body feel lighter than I felt before.

"Do you not like the highest setting, my darling? I thought you would, I guess I was wrong about you for once," he said, sounding like he was interested in anything other than my tightening thighs and my sounds of pleasured despair. "How about we work our way up to it, hmm?"

I didn't have a choice in the matter so I didn't peep a word, all he wanted me to do right now was sit there and take it; and I had no need or want to complain.

Turning up the power a tiny bit - but a noticeable amount - he leaned in and connected my lips with his. I moaned into the kiss, hot and heavy as our lips fought with each other. Vos bit mine, turning up the vibrations to max again till I squealed, then he turned it back down to what it was. And he continued moving his soft mouth with mine in a dance of passion.

I bucked my hips up into his direction, whimpering at the failed connection.

. He pulled his lips away from mine quickly, leaving me wanting even more than I already wanted. This was complete torture, hearing the buzzing, feeling the build up. I wanted his touch already, I was being deprived of what I needed right now. And he knew the effect he was having on me, he always knew the ins and outs of my body. I hadn't even noticed my scrunched nose before he pointed it out.

Flicking my nose gently, he said, "What's wrong sweetheart? You're gonna need to speak to me instead of communicating through pathetic moans and whines. That's not gonna cut it."

"I- I need you, please Master, I need you so badly. I can't take it anymore," I complained, my voice high and almost sounding like I had been on the verge of tears this whole time. I couldn't even tell if I was or not.

Dryden stroked my cheek, kissing my chin, "I'm sure you can handle it, you're tougher than that."

He turned down the only feeling that was giving me some sort of release and I struggled against my restraints at that point. I wanted to fling myself at him, feel his bare body against mine once again.

"Please turn it back up." My voice was almost a whisper at how light it was coming from my lips. But me speaking up got to him instead of my struggling because I felt it speed back up again. A broken moan left me as my eyes rolled into the back of my head. I felt relief for the first time tonight other than when Dryden's lips were on mine.

"Shouldn't you be saying something?" he said, pausing the vibrator for a second.

My whole brain shut down.

"Th- Thank you, master!"

The feeling came back and I practically suffocated in it. "Good girl," he grumbled. I could hear the smile he had on his face right now, but that wasn't my main focus. My main focus was my building pleasure and the want to cum heavy in my mind.

"I need to cum master, please let me cum," I begged, shifting my arms uncomfortably. I wasn't exactly there yet but I could feel the volcano inside me tempting to erupt and spill lava everywhere - but I couldn't do that without Dryden's permission. The punishment could get worse and I knew if I came without his permission it surely would.

Vos tucked a piece of hair behind my ear, making me keen into his touch. "Do you deserve it? You've been struggling this whole time and were very disrespectful a moment ago."

I moaned at the increase in speed of the vibrator,

.

"N-No but I need it, please Master, I'll do anything!"

"Oh, my darling, you will regret that," he laughed, the feeling that brought me so much pleasure disappeared and I was untied, the scarf being taken from over my eyes and thrown over the edge of the bed. I could now get a full view of Dryden's face.

Being able to look into his crystal-blue eyes was long lived though as my eyes travelled down to his hands, which were undoing his suit. His white undershirt was tossed away, leaving me to stare at his slim stomach, abs forming and a faint happy-trail of blonde hair leading down to his pants.

He shed his belt, unbuttoning his black dress-pants before pulling them down, but not even fully off before he tore down his boxers and took me by my hair. Taking much of it in his fist, he made me look him back in the eyes. The straight-lipped look that painted his face showed how little tolerance he had with me at this moment in time.

"Mmm, you look so innocent when you're below me like this. Now, you're gonna listen to me and you're gonna listen well. You're gonna suck my cock like the stupid little slut you are and you're gonna do it good, got it?"

I nodded, which got me a yank to my hair, "Use your words, we already discussed this sweetheart."

"Yes Master, I understand," I quickly replied.

"You're being awfully forgetful today, maybe this will fix your broken attitude," he commented, pushing my face a little bit. Averting my eyes back in front of me, I stared at his fully erect cock, the reddish tip wet at the slit.

I reached my hand up, fingers curling around the base as I inched my mouth closer to it. I kissed a bead of precum threatening to spill, licking it off my lips after with a small smile. Wrapping my lips around the tip, I slowly took it into my mouth. He was throbbing against my tongue, making my stomach flutter.

I bobbed up and down on his long shaft, taking all of it in, my eyes watering as I filled my mouth with as much as I could take. I stared up at him, connecting with the crystals that I loved oh so much. He had a devilish grin on his face, eyebrows half-knitted as he stared back at me.

"Oh, my little slut, so pretty with my cock filling your mouth. I wanna hear you gag on it, sweet girl."

I felt his grip on my hair tighten as he almost pulled me all the way off, shoving me back down till the tip of his cock hit the back of my throat, making me gag and pull off. He let me pull off, giving me a well-deserved break after shoving my head down so far.

"Good girl, so good for me," he cooed as I coughed, before looking up at him with a tear trailing down my cheek. He petted my face, combing his fingers through my hair and pulling it up into a 'ponytail' before guiding my face back to his saliva-slick member.