(A/N: Please stop reading here if you don't want to read about getting hit very hard for sexual titillation. Seriously. I'm not joking. DON'T READ IT. That means you, the 12-year-old not supposed to be reading this with no understanding of kink.)

When you awoke the next morning, Kylo Ren was gone. His bed was a vast expanse of cold black sheets without him in it, and you found yourself curling into a ball as you realized you were alone. Your mind was reeling, almost unable to comprehend the events of the past however-many (8? 12?) hours. Had really you woken up in Kylo Ren's bed? Had he held you the night before? Had he admitted--no, no, wait--why hadn't he kicked you out when he left?

You weren't even sure how you felt about all of it. Sighing, you rolled out of bed like a pillbug, glancing around for the time--but Kylo Ren apparently did not own a clock (that figured--what did a man like him care about time) so that task was quickly abandoned. It wasn't like you had any work order scheduled for today, anyway. You were just the Command Shuttle's bitch.

And, after all, you were alone. In Kylo Ren's room. Your curiosity was a far higher priority.

The room itself was sparse, functional, maintaining the same color scheme as the spare room--even with the exceptions made for him, Kylo Ren spared little thought or love to the aesthetics of his dwellings. You turned to the row of doors at the far wall--as good a place to start as any.

One set of built-in doors led to a storage area piled with black fabric. That was no fun. The next set of doors contained nothing but books, which you almost disregarded, until you recognized that there were at least 6 different languages in the collection--and Basic was the least represented. You cocked an eyebrow--had he read all of these? Nodding to yourself, you closed those doors and moved onto the last set, anticipating another closet. Instead, it was locked. You frowned, and struck it with your fist--and as if on command, the doors parted to reveal a room, well-lit with high ceilings.

"Whoa," you said, and stepped inside, craning your neck to absorb your surroundings.

The room was empty, except for a few tables and chairs, and what appeared to be a misshapen blob. Now that was interesting. You took quiet steps, as if he'd hear you violating his privacy from across the ship. Not that it mattered--he'd gone above and beyond violating yours. As the blob came into focus, you saw it was black, ashy, rough lumps obscuring its former shape. Breath stuck to your lungs as you lifted the edges with your fingertips in hopes of leaving as few prints as possible.

It was a helmet, that was for certain. You examined the melted facade, recognizing something familiar in it, unable to place it through the veil of fire damage. In hopes of gaining better perspective, you thrust it to arm's length, and then, all at once, you understood, and your breath flew from your chest, helmet crashing onto the ground.

There was no way it was real--yet, beyond a locked door, damaged as it was, it had to be. You'd read about it in school, only seen hologram replications--but you were sure. It only brought up more questions: Why did Kylo Ren have Darth Vader's helmet?

Fear struck your heart like a knife. This was not something you were supposed to see. You'd definitely fucked up. Swallowing a lump, you snatched the helmet and plopped it onto the table like a hot rock, bolting out of the room and slamming the door behind you. A miasma of dread settled over you as you realized that Kylo Ren could hear almost every thought you had--and you had no idea how you'd avoid thinking about what you'd just found when you saw him.

You needed a shower--you'd calm down, gather yourself, go back to your room, and he'd be none the wiser. After all, you'd only dropped it a littlebit.

Kylo Ren's bathroom was far bigger than any bathroom you'd used in the past several months. Monochromatic, clean, utilitarian--like the rest of his quarters. After fiddling with the controls, you managed to turn on the hot water inside of the standing shower, steam fogging the shiny black tiles. You slipped out of your underwear and under the water, the scalding streams releasing the claws of anxiety from your muscles.

It had only been a few minutes inside the cocoon of heat when you heard it--noise beyond the door, rustling, moving. It was him. He was back. Panic tumbled through the wrinkles of your brain. What if he found out, what if--well, you were already fucking up with the current train of fretting, weren't you? Remembering his complaint that you had been able to block him in the past, you took a rag of bleach over your mind, aiming to eradicate thoughts like viruses. Whatever you did, you just couldn't think about--

The door to the bathroom opened, and you yelped, instinctively slapping a cover of skin over your breasts and crotch. This was already working out well for you. Blank. Blank. Nothingness.

Kylo Ren strode over to the shower, a mass of black obfuscated by the wall of clouded glass. Leather pressed at the door, pulling it to the side, uncovering you--wet, trembling. He was still wearing his helmet. Helmet--no, no.

"No what?" he asked. "You're blank."

You continued to shrink into the corner. "Uh, I don't--n-not sure what you're talking about, really. I mean, maybe I'm just, uh, you know, controlling my thoughts, you did always tell me that you wanted me to, uh, just, c-control them better, so maybe I'm just, y-you know--"

"Enough." His voice was dark. Empty. "Why are you blocking me? In my own space?"

Blank. Blank. You focused on anything but him, arms and hands growing tired of maintaining your decency. The showerhead was sending blankets of mist into the air. "I... I don't..."

In the swiftest you'd seen him do it, Kylo Ren tore off his helmet and flung it into the wall with a terrifying smash. Embers of rage were kindling in his eyes--but he appeared calm. Controlled. "Tell me."

"N-nothing to... Nothing to tell," you said, disappointed with the unmistakable timbre ofI'm-Lying-My-Ass-Off in your voice.

He held out a hand, and all at once, the water was turned off, falling droplets suspended in air, stuck in a web of invisible thread. Black boots crossed the threshold into the shower, the hanging water catching on his robes, his face--dripping down his skin as they were knocked free from the Force. His steps were slow, methodical, as if he was barely concealing the furor simmering inside of him. Another twinge of his hand, and you were flush with the warm tile of the shower, limbs splayed, and the rest of the water was released, moisture slipping in rivulets down your back and legs. Blood rushed your face at the vulnerable exposure.

"You're stopping me now," he said, "but what about when I try?" His body was inches from yours, his hand hovering in front of your face, fingers twitching.

It was then you realized that he hadn't lied--he hadn't been trying to read your thoughts before--because if the pressure you experienced then was painful, then this was excruciating. Your skull was being squashed by a massive, powerful fist, wringing out your every defense, your ears not ringing, but screaming, your eyes preparing to pop from their sockets. You couldn't hear your cries of pain over the cacophony in your head, and then you saw it--you breaking into the room, you holding the helmet, dropping it, your terror, your vow to hide it--and like the snap of a branch, he was out. Oxygen filled your chest.

"Insolent girl," he said, shifting his hand only slightly, and now the Force was on your neck, halting your breath. "I leave you for mere hours and you prove you still fail to harbour a modicum of respect towards me."

Your only response was a pathetic croak as you stared into his eyes, unwanted warmth building in your belly as you remembered your projection from last night. You were sucked into the expanding pools of his pupils--and you knew he remembered it, too.

You want me to choke you, don't you?

Kylo Ren seemed unable to parse the difference between his anger and desire, his face contorting in a strange combination. He pulled away, raising his arm above his chest, only to bring the back of his hand across your face in a stark, painful slap.

Your neck whipped back and forth, rattled from his strength, the harsh leather stinging your cheek. The daze of stars in your vision fell away, and you blinked, eyes wide, torn between the pain in your face and the squiggle of arousal worming its way through your abdomen.

He sensed it, narrowing his eyes, gripping your chin like a vice. "Filthy whore. You like it."

When you were silent, he reared back with his other hand and brought it across the opposite side of your face, sending your head bobbing again with a spiral of pain. After this, the hold of the Force disappeared, and your naked ass hit the cooling tile floor. You winced from the bruise you were sure you'd sustain on your tailbone, but found that your desire was only growing as the pain from the slap faded. You needed more.

"You will learn to respect me," he said, towering over you.

You smirked, gliding your tongue over your lips. "That the best you got... Commander?"

Fury flashed over his face, and in one quick movement he grabbed his lightsaber from his belt, swung back, and walloped you straight in the jaw. Black spots eclipsed your sight, ears deaf with high-pitched pain. The taste of liquid copper saturated your tongue, dribbling out of the corner of your mouth, staining your chin and breasts red. Blood.

As you returned to reality, you saw Kylo watching you, chest heaving, eyes wild with--something. You smiled wickedly, showing off your tinted teeth, and spat, splattering his face with a viscous red spray.

He seethed. "Nasty little slut," he said, leaving red streaks as he wiped it away. He ground his palm into your face, smearing your blood into your skin, and then began working at the tent in his pants, releasing his long, hard cock. "Let's see if we can't fix that mouth."

Growling, he pushed the head of his member past your panting lips, and you purred in satisfaction, dropping your jaw to receive the rest of his dick. Kylo Ren was impatient--he had already tangled his fingers in your wet hair, and ripped your head forward to swallow him. You retched when he hit the back of your throat, his pre-cum mingling with the blood pooling in your palate.

"You like that?" he mumbled, sliding out.

You hummed in assent, pressing your wet tongue against the throbbing underside of his cock. Your heart was beating out of your chest, thighs clamping in lust--after being denied it for so long, finally having him in your mouth was overwhelming you. He had almost entirely pulled out, and you tightened your lips around his girth, wanting to trap him.

"So eager for me," he said, and eased in again, holding your head in place, watching as his length disappeared into you. "But I don't think this is teaching you anything."

Without giving you a chance to respond, he bent your neck back and drove his cock into your mouth, one hand tugging your hair, the other using the wall as support as he fucked deep into your warm, wet throat. A groan attempted to escape you, but was throttled by the merciless strokes wrecking your body. Sparks were buzzing over your skin, air squeaking into your nose, tears welling in your eyes as thrust into your throat again and again. His gaze was trained on you, his breath coming in shorter bursts the faster he moved.

"Shit," he said. "This is what you deserve--isn't it?"

You attempted to nod, finding it impossible from your position. All you could respond with was an agreeable whimper. But Kylo Ren didn't think it was good enough. He withdrew from you, cock bouncing, and delivered another slap to the same side of your face he had struck you with the saber. You keened, grasping at the pain.

"Answer me when I ask you a question, whore," he said, twisting your head to face him.

"Yes, yes sir, I deserve this," you groaned, red saliva dripping down your chin.

"That wasn't so hard, was it?" he said. "Open." You did, and he spit into your mouth and pushed his dick back inside of it.

You gagged, swallowing against him, and he yanked your head to its previous position, a quiet groan leaving him as you hollowed your cheeks and sucked him. He drew in a breath through his teeth, watching your neck bulge as he stretched your throat, blood-soaked spit coating your skin, falling down to your breasts and stomach. You worked your tongue along the underside of his dick, pulling your lips in over your teeth.

"You look so good taking my cock," he said. "You love it, don't you?"

A moan rumbled through you, and you tried to bob your head into his thrusts to prove it. He hissed in pleasure, the hand in your hair helping you along. You were insatiable, your hand moving down to your clit, fingers pinching and teasing it, sending tremors of ecstasy up your thighs, stiffening your nipples, and you moaned again--but then the Force tacked your wrists to the tile on either side of your head. Frustrated from your continued denial, your face scrunched in desperation as you whined against his pulsing cock.

"I decide when you cum," he said, scraping his fingers into your scalp. "I decide if you even deserve it."

Hot tears seared your cheeks as your whine escalated to a sob, jaw aching, mouth numb. Kylo Ren smirked, relieving you of his dick, and you gasped for breath, watching the tendrils of your bloody drool hang from his shaft. His cock was slick, red, twitching to be inside of you again.

"Please, please, please sir," you said, crossing your legs to put pressure on your clit. "I need to cum, please! Please let me cum!"

Kylo Ren snickered, running his hand back and forth along his length. "What will you do for me if I let you cum?"

"Anything," you said, "I'm yours."

His eyes widened. "Mine?"

You nodded. "Yours, Commander."

With a flick of his wrist, you were rising up the wall, legs dangling, and his lips smothered yours, tongue invading your mouth, sliding over your gums, caressing your own tongue with a rough insistence. You moaned into him, wanting to reach out and touch him, discovering you were still stuck.

He moved down your neck, his plush lips leaving a hot trail of kisses down your chin, jaw, licking and sucking at the stains of blood left there, creating planes of goosebumps across your flesh. His tongue drew a line across your collarbone, and he fell to your breasts, taking one of your nipples into his mouth, suckling it. You moaned, meeting his gaze, and he rolled his tongue around the hardened bud, sending shivers through you, straight to your clit. Exasperated, he pulled away, scanning your wet, blood-stained body. His lips parted in awe.

"You're beautiful," he breathed.

You were speechless, beginning to tremble, and Kylo Ren dropped to his knees between your legs, hoisting your thighs over his shoulders, leather fingers clutching your hips. Then everything but your hands was free from the Force, your weight supported entirely by him. Your cunt clenched in anticipation, but your teeth were clacking from anxiety, and he met your eyes.

"Relax," he said.

You nodded, but despite your best efforts, you couldn't, chin still wavering. It wasn't like you hadn't enjoyed the last time--but something about him being so close, so intimate with your sex ground your nerves to stubs.

Kylo glared at you, gouging the flesh of your hips hard enough to leave bruises. "Relax," he ordered.

"Yes, sir," you said. You closed your lids and took a breath through your nose and held it, waiting for the quakes in your body to disappear before letting it go.

"Good girl," he said. "Now look at me."

You opened your eyes, and his gaze locked with yours as his warm mouth started to suck at the sensitive flesh of your inner thighs, extracting a mewl from you. He smirked against you, moving closer to your center, and you bit your lip, walls contracting again with desire. As he drew closer, the waves of his hair tickled your skin, and then he skipped his tongue across your outer folds, making your hips buck toward him.

"Naughty thing," he said, and pressed his full, soft lips to your pussy, dragging his flat tongue along the slit.

Electricity shot through you. "F-fuck," you said, squirming under his grip, wanting so badly to coil the waves of his hair around your fingers.

Kylo suppressed a laugh with your flesh, lavishing your cunt with deep, slow kisses, tongue sliding inside of your folds, lapping the juices at your core, teasing your outer lips with languid licks. He moved away from your center, his mouth back to crawling along your thighs, and you complained with a grumble. In response, he took the tip of his tongue and flicked your clit.

"Dammit!" you moaned, rocking your hips toward him. You stared at him with shining, pleading eyes.

He growled and sucked your clit into his mouth, and you cried out, body jerking, but he held you fast, swirling his tongue around the sensitive nub. A moan left you as you gyrated your hips, warmth spreading out across you, fingertips and toes buzzing with bliss. Kylo played his tongue against your swollen clit, your walls throbbing as your pleasure continued to build.

"Oh, fuck," you said, head hanging to the side. "Kylo..."

The vibrations of his moan reverberated through your pussy, and he sucked harder, his gaze never leaving yours, golden-brown eyes boring bottomless holes through your brain. Your breath came faster, a familiar pressure flushing through you, leading you higher, higher, dragging you to the precipice of pleasure. Kylo Ren buried his face into your cunt, lips tight on your clit, tongue batting the bundle of nerves. Incessant moans escaped your chest with every ragged breath, jaw hanging open, latent drops of blood splashing onto his face.

"Fuck," you said, "Kylo--I'm gonna--fuck!"

A tidal wave of euphoria slammed into you, walls pulsing, body wracked with the convulsions of a long-delayed orgasm, vision whiting out as you threw your head back, a loud string of unintelligible curses flying from you. Kylo gripped your spasming legs as he sucked you to the end of your orgasm, tip of his tongue sliding up your slit to your mound as you finally returned to the ground. Your chest swelled as you caught your breath, refocusing on Kylo's face.

"Good girl," he said, holding you with the Force and standing. His dick was leaking pre-cum, twitching with need. "I think you're ready for me now."

You swallowed, the taste of metal still soaking your tongue. "What?"

Kylo Ren raised an eyebrow. "You're mine," he said. "That means we're finished when I say we're finished."

"But--"

His palm struck your face, blurring your vision, and he grabbed your chin, pinching it as he turned your face to him. "You're here to serve me. Do you understand?"

New arousal wriggled in your belly as you regained focus, and you slurped up the globs of pink spit below your lips. "Yes, sir."

He growled, shaking your head as he squeezed your chin. "Who am I?"

"Yes, sir, Commander Ren," you whimpered.

"Now you understand," he said, wrapping an arm around your waist and tossing you over his shoulder.