Starkiller was, by now, your second home. Or your home away from home. Or a place you were generally familiar with and assigned some type of emotional attachment to--however reluctantly. It was for that reason that you now stood in what you'd come to know as your room, immobile. Kylo Ren had said "stay with me"--but you weren't sure how permanent that arrangement was expected to be, or what he expected you to bring. To be honest, you didn't know much of anything about what was happening, just that you'd said the equivalent of "sure, whatever."

At a late start of 01:00 (3 hours past your prescribed lights out), you showered, dressed, and left your room toting a small bag, packed with a change of clothes and your datapad. If he was expecting anything more, he'd have to deal with it.

This time, you weren't in need of any deceptive tactics to get to Kylo Ren's quarters. Being familiar with Starkiller meant, in turn, you were familiar with the designation of living areas--and his area was no exception.

Nearing his door, the pounding of your heart was in danger of fracturing your sternum. You weren't sure why you continued to be nervous when entering Kylo Ren's living space. Not only had you slept over before, you'd literally fucked him only hours ago--your sore vagina could attest to that. Maybe the memory of how you'd violated his space on the Finalizer was getting to you.

As you'd been expecting, you'd stood in front of the hatch for only seconds before it opened--and as you'd been expecting, Kylo Ren was nowhere to be seen. Puffing out your chest, you crossed the threshold into his quarters--a long, dark hallway punctuated by two perpendicular doors. You felt far too presumptuous choosing a door at a whim, so instead, you were pegged to the floor, waiting for a signal, a sign--something to lead you to a decision.

Your sign came in the form of light spilling into the hall from one of the doors, a fully clothed Kylo Ren emerging, as attractive as ever. There was a wordless moment suspended between the two of you before you clicked your tongue against your palate.

"So, like... how does this work? Am I staying?" you asked.

Kylo Ren glanced at your feet, then met your gaze. "Yes."

"Forever?" you said. "Like, I still get to go to work, right?"

He sniffed, looking away. "You believe I'd entrust the Command Shuttle to an inferior engineer?"

Heat surged your neck and face. A part of you still couldn't believe he considered you to be that skilled. "I don't know. You said 'pet,' or something. I didn't know if that meant I'm just here lounging, or like, I don't--I don't know, okay!"

"Yes. Pet," he said. "In these quarters, I own you. You submit to me. You sleep with me. You serve me. " He paused. "Beyond that hatch, you serve the First Order."

Your heart was skipping beats like a drunk musician, the heat in your face dispersing through the rest of your body, and you shifted your weight. You were torn between feeling thrilled and terrified. The idea of getting to sleep next to him every night roused a confusing mixture of eager arousal and something you vaguely identified as security. But there were a number of complicating issues: Sam. Your career. The fact that this man was not a simple dalliance--but, in truth, Kylo Fucking Ren. There was no happy or pleasant end to any long-term engagement with someone like him.

"Uh, okay then," you said, nerves spitting out sparks. "So, like..." He was staring at you as if he expected something, and your ignorance was inciting panic. "Do you, like, uh, do you wanna do--like, do something... or?"

"Come," he said, disappearing through the door.

"Right," you replied, lips strapped over your teeth while you watched the floor pass by under your feet.

You followed him into the room--his bedroom, you realized--and froze, standing at the door, arms crossed, palms sweating onto your sleeves. Teeth shredded the skin of your lip as you nibbled at it, and though you couldn't see it, the pink on your cheeks was swarming down to your chest. The room itself was much the same aesthetic as the one on the Finalizer--his tastes were singular, it seemed. Kylo Ren stood by his bed, eyes trained on you, watching you. He was as stoic as ever, regarding you like you were the subject of his next science project.

"You're uncomfortable," he said. "Nervous. Anxious."

"Yeah, well, no shit," you said, looking anywhere but at him.

He sniffed again. "Why?"

The acid in your stomach was gurgling up your esophagus, your brow furrowing. "I don't know, dude, maybe when the most powerful man in the galaxy invites you into his quarters and just stares at you, you start feeling a little fucking nervous." You were glaring at him now. "Maybe it's a little fucking weird being told you're a 'pet' when you've never done anything like this before."

Kylo's eye twitched, and he strode toward you, trapping you in his stare and stopping inches away from you. He pinched your chin and angled you toward him, the smallest of smirks on his face.

"Your nasty mouth is going to earn you a punishment," he said, tone low and severe. His lips were so close you could feel his breath on your nose. "But since my pet is so nervous on her first night, I'll spare her this once."

His words were liquid desire, injected straight into your veins, making you shiver. "Uh, what--whatever you say," you said, swallowing your stress. "I... I don't know what you want me to do right now."

Still holding you steady in his gaze, he spoke, voice a rumbling whisper. "Lie with me."

Fluttering in your belly. Lie with Kylo Ren. You nodded, and he released you, slipping behind the other door. In his absence, you dropped your bag and wiggled out of your clothes, keeping your underwear on out of some desire to cling to modesty. Ignoring your quivering chin, you scurried under the black sheets of the bed, pulling them tight as you nestled into the mattress. His bed, like the one on the Finalizer, was pillow-soft and snug, your body melting into it when you curled up.

After a moment, Kylo returned, dressed in those tight, but concealing underclothes. It didn't seem fair--you still hadn't seen his body. Your heart raced as he pulled back the sheets and slid into the bed beside you, the lights dimming to a soft, dying yellow. The thought of being so close, so intimate with him in a scenario where his cock wasn't buried in your pussy made your head dizzy, sweat wetting the back of your neck.

"Still so nervous," he said, running a hand down your side under the sheets.

You tensed at his touch--the skin on skin contact sending tides of goosebumps across you--and pulled your lips into your mouth. "Why don't you ever take your clothes off?" you asked.

"Hmm?" he replied, trailing his hand back up.

"Your clothes," you said, turning to look at him. His face was blank, eyes flicking over you. "I've never seen your body, but you've seen all of me." You reached to touch him, but his hand was lightning, snatching your wrist.

"Naughty pet," he said. He rolled over on top of you, supported by his forearms, now on either side of your head. The heat and weight of his body was already suffocating, and the thick curtain of his hair fell in front of his face, his curls tickling your cheeks. "Don't make me punish you."

A thrill lit your spine. There was a portion of you wanting to know what he meant by that. "That doesn't really answer my question though," you said. Again, you reached for the hem of his top, but the Force locked your wrists to the bed.

"I won't ask you again," he said. The playful lilt in his voice was gone. "You see what you deserve to see."

"I think I deserve more than that, though," you replied, pouting.

He narrowed his eyes. "I'll show you what you deserve."

Kylo leaned in and met your lips with a scorching kiss, hips slamming on yours, his hard length far more evident under the thinner, more forgiving cloth of his undersuit. It slid along your covered sex, grazing your clit. Surprising yourself, you moaned into him, hips rising as you worked your mouth over his. Your tongues were angry, twisting around each other, and as the kiss deepened, he began to rock against you, grinding his arousal into the crux of your thighs.

You groaned, low in your chest, wishing your hands could move--you wanted to touch him, learn his body, discover every muscled inch of him. Instead, you were at his mercy, his lips still on yours, your hips still grinding together, friction generating a burning warmth between you. His tongue delved further into your mouth, elbows shifting to bring his hands near enough to weave through your hair. The feeling of his bare hands gripping and caressing your scalp drew a desperate moan from you, body arching higher, seeking as much contact as possible.

It was at this point you'd expect him to escalate, but instead, he continued to massage your lips with his; soft, gentle grunts leaving him while you both worked to catch breath through your nostrils, neither one willing to break the kiss. His hips stroked into yours with long, languid thrusts, your thighs spreading wider to welcome the pressure of his pelvis. Before, kissing Kylo had always been a means to an end--but this was different. You were content--delighted, even--to stay just like this, connected to him beyond blind lust.

When he pulled away, you'd wondered if he'd heard you, and you blushed. If he had, he didn't show it--his face was blank, half-lit by the faint warm glow in the room, eyes searching your face. Uncountable seconds passed with him there, staring at you, the silence punctured by your breath. Then his hand moved from your head, gliding over your collarbone, your breasts, past your flittering stomach, to the seam of your panties, toying with it while he watched you.

"Kylo," you whispered, attempting to turn your head in embarrassment, but his other hand caught you, tilting you back to him.

He said nothing, sneaking his hand under the fabric, fingertips petting the delicate skin of your mound, falling to stroke your folds and up again, finding your clit and teasing the hood. You squeaked, and immediately he shushed you, the hand in your hair foraging further to soothe you. Those brown eyes were aimed at you, examining every tiny spasm in your face as the circles he traced on your nub grew tighter, quicker.

Slow, steady air was drawn through your nose while you tried to stay quiet, body quaking with your building pleasure. Kylo Ren's gaze never wavered, observing your orgasm rising inside of you, his own lips parting as your breath turned to pained whimpers of forced silence.

"How simple it is to make a mess of you," he murmured. "I imagine I could make you cum just by looking at you." He started to work your clit faster, eyes dancing over your body. "Desperate slut."

You were powerless to stop the short staccato breaths rolling through you, your eyes stuck on his as your resistance crumbled, warm, pleasant tingles biting at your toes. Every moan, every whine was caught in your throat and choked down, your walls throbbing and pulsing now with longing. Kylo's expression remained flat, studying you as you began to come undone.

"There we go," he said, "that's right." Hunger flashed in his irises. "Do you want to cum, pet?"

"Yes, sir," you gasped. "Please."

His fingers quickened their pace, bringing you right to the edge, your grip on reality receding. "Cum," he said. "Cum for me, little girl."

Your jaw popped open in an empty cry, ecstasy overflowing every vessel in your body, bursting out of you as your back bent to the ceiling, meeting Kylo's body halfway. His lips trembled while he watched you, gaze seemingly unable to leave your face, even when his hand finally released you. Exhausted, you collapsed onto the bed, lids closing to rest.

"For me," you heard him whisper through the daze of your climax. His hand was cupping your face, thumb caressing your temple. "All for me."

As the fog pleasure dissipated, you opened your eyes, meeting his stare again.

"More relaxed now, I'm inclined to gather," he said.

Blood flushed your cheeks, and you nodded, looking away. "Um, yeah. I... yeah."

Lying under him, between his arms, you felt close to him--important--something you'd never felt before. Not with him. You sought to find reciprocation in the golden-brown depths of his gaze, and when you came up empty, your foolish mouth attempted to forge some.

"Hey, so..." A hand drifted down his chest. "Why do you have Darth Vader's helmet, anyway?" you asked. Regret slapped you immediately. Out of all of the questions, that was the one you chose.

Kylo Ren's jaw locked, his face darkening. Without a word, he pulled away, rolling onto his side and facing the wall. Clearly, not a question you were allowed to ask. But his reaction was creating more curiosity than you'd had before. It's not like it was a silly personal trinket. It was thehelmet of the Darth Vader.

The greater machinations of the First Order were irrelevant to you--and almost everyone you knew--they were the government, and that was that. Even so, you'd known Kylo Ren was a fearsome warrior--it'd been part of your apprehension of working the Command Shuttle in the very beginning. You'd even known that he was a powerful Force-user who'd slaughtered Jedi.

But all of that still failed to explain why he possessed something that belong to one of the most legendary, terrifying figures in recent history. You had to know. Needed to know.

"Seriously," you said, eyes drifting to the ceiling. "Why do you have something like that?"

You could see his muscles solidify. But he was still silent. Stupidly tenacious, you reached to touch him.

"Kylo--"

"Continue to persist with this subject and I promise I'll fuck that filthy mouth of yours raw."

You frowned, drawing your hand away, lips pursed. "I mean, I'm not the one with a creepy mask in my quar--"

He'd spun in a blink, fingers curling as the Force tightened around your neck. "I warned you," he said.

Kylo Ren got on his knees and straddled your face, his hard, needy length straining the fabric of his pants. With one swift motion, he released it, letting the tip rest on your lips as he gripped the sides of your head. The slit leaked pre-cum into your mouth, spurring you on, the memories of his cock filling you inspiring your tongue to dart out and clean the fluid from him. Your thighs clamped together while you stared at him with wide, eager eyes.

"Such an obedient pet I have," he said. "Now be a good girl and take your punishment."

He squeezed the sides of your head, forcing your jaw open, and he drove his thick cock into your wet, waiting mouth, hitting the back of your throat with his first thrust. You gagged, tongue straining against the throbbing vein on the underside of his shaft. Offering you only a grunt in response, his nails dug into your scalp while he jerked his hips, dick pushing deeper and deeper into your throat. A moan rumbled in your chest, and you clutched his hips, drool dripping from the sides of your mouth, sucking hard at his length.

"Shit," Kylo groaned, teeth scraping over his lip. "That's it..."

You purred at his praise, tears stinging the same eyes that watched his head fall back, lost in pleasure. At this, you worked your tongue along the pulsing shaft, jaw dropping wider to receive him. He tilted your head, fucking down into your throat now, your nose buried in the black patch of hair on his abdomen as he pulled you closer--you'd never seen that before. With this realization, you moaned again, and his hips bucked hard, earning a stifled retch from you.

"Fuck..." he said, sighing your name.

Kylo crushed your nose to him, sinking into you, cock pulsing as he shot his cum down your throat. He groaned--low, deep--head snapping forward to watch you take his seed.

"Swallow it," he hissed, chest heaving, eyes feral. "Swallow it, whore."

You winced when you swallowed around him, and he twitched and cursed with every ripple of your throat. Finally, his breath stilled, and he pulled out, moaning when his cock slipped between your lips. Able to catch oxygen yourself, you devoured the air, wiping your puffy lips and saliva-slicked chin on the back of your arm. Kylo hovered over you for a moment, gaze roaming your figure while he tucked himself away, and then dropped to the bed, tugging you onto your side to face him.

"Good girl," he mumbled, switching focus from your eyes, to your breasts, to your lips.

His hand was on your face again, thumb circling the bruise on your jaw as he stared at it, blinking. In a moment you confused for a dream, he leaned into you, lips brushing feathersoft across the tender skin of your bruise. When he pulled away, he looked at you. Before you could say a word, he then eased you around, your back at his chest, his arms cradling you. Kylo Ren planted his face into the crook of your neck as he entwined his legs with yours.

You were sure he'd feel your pulse thrumming out of your vessels, the trembling of your hands, hear the baffled, anxious thoughts tumbling around your head. There was still another question that hadn't been answered--why was all of this happening to you? Surely there'd been other women--

Kylo huffed against your skin. "Yes."

Oh, shit. "Then why... I mean, I'm just..." You couldn't figure out how to finish the sentence.

For a moment, he didn't respond, and you were a statue in his arms. Then he replied, "I don't know."

"You don't--you don't--"

"Shh," he said.

Kylo Ren drew you closer to his body, his hands grasping at your flesh as if you'd vanish. For him, this was a satisfactory answer--and the longer he held you, the more you accepted it, too. You felt his chest, steady with breath at your back. You weren't sure when you fell asleep.