"Commander Ren, I can--"

"Enough," he said. He was feet in front of you, your legs racing to keep up with his long, furious strides.

A rock was crushing your chest. Though you were attempting to keep your mind as blank as possible, you were certain the terror--for your own life, but mostly Sam's--was flowing from you in massive, frothing waves. And Kylo Ren's fuming silence did nothing but exacerbate it. Your eyes were trained on the blur of tile in front of you. You didn't need to look where you were going--you already knew.

When you arrived at the entrance to his quarters, Kylo Ren opened the door, and ordered you inside first. Arms folded, you marched in, and he was like your shadow, on your heels as you entered the bedroom. Your knees hit the bed and you turned, greeted with a wall of black robes obstructing your avenue of escape.

"You return here following your assignment," he said. You could almost see the red anger rippling from his body.

Fear couldn't continue to own you--it'd crush you. "So, I don't get a life, then?" you replied, cocking your head to the side.

Kylo Ren failed to appreciate your snark. "Not if it involves him," he said, stepping toward you.

You rolled your eyes. "What's Sam to you? He's just an engineer."

"Yes," Kylo Ren replied. "An engineer who you are trying very, very hard not to think about." He was closer now. "Why?"

It was only a quick flash of doubt that shot through you. But that flash alone was enough to tense your jaw, shift your weight, and send a single incriminating thought through your brain. Did he already know?

His shoulders bunched, the blank mask tilting to the side. "What do I already know?"

The words were lasers through your lungs, crippling your breath. "N-nothing," you replied, with none of the confidence you'd wanted.

"You'd do well to give up on lying to me," he said, taking another step. His synthesized voice was sending chills over your flesh. "What did you do?"

The back of your legs hit the bed when you retreated, buckling your knees and flopping you onto the mattress. It wasn't an "if", it was a "when"--you'd said it yourself. You just didn't think the "when" would be so soon. And yet, stringing together a sentence was stalled by your panicking brain, a decision that whittled away Kylo's razor-thin patience.

"Don't make things more difficult on yourself," he said, towering over you now. "I'll take it from you if I need to do so."

A boulder was in your throat. Staring into the hole of his mask, the clock stood still. Part of you cursed yourself for being unable to control your impulses. The other part of you cursed Kylo Ren for putting you in this position at all. Why were you expected to give up every and anything you wanted just because of his selfish whims? Why should you sacrifice one of the most important relationships in your life for a man who wouldn't even take off his clothes in front of you? A man who viewed you as nothing more than a fuck-toy?

But you didn't want to have him rummage through your mind again. Eyes never leaving the void in his visor, you spoke, ignoring the quivering of your chin.

"We had sex," you said, and swallowed the boulder.

You weren't sure if the minutes that passed were as long as they had felt, or if adrenaline had struck the second you opened your mouth. Kylo Ren's fists curled into shaking balls of black leather, and then he spun, robes whirling as his hand somehow grabbed his lightsaber and ignited it in the same movement. The fire-red blade screamed to life, sparks snapping off of the wobbling plasma. Gargled, inhuman howling came from his mask while he slashed at the metal walls in front of you, his body a dark, fluid swell of rage, slicing through any barrier that might hinder him.

The walls shrieked as his blade cut them, sending excess embers into the air and light streaking through the room. It was as if you'd become ethereal, a spectator to his erupting wrath, helpless to move or speak. He swung once, paused, twice more, and then his arm fell to his side, saber still prepared to kill. Kylo had carved his way through half of the wall, by now, the former panelling looking like a corroded, orange mess. The smell of smoking durasteel permeated the room.

His back crested with deep, heavy breathing, so frayed that you couldn't discern if it was his mask, or the result of his exertion. Apart from this, he was motionless--until you let go of the air in your lungs you hadn't known you'd been holding. His head whipped around, visor spotting you from over his shoulder, and for a long moment, he held you there, trapped in his gaze, the room illuminated by the red glow of his lightsaber.

Another deep breath, and he extinguished it, stowing it back on his hip. "Take off your clothes," he said.

Your brain was torn between spite and reluctant arousal, immobilizing you. He was going to make you betray Sam. Again. "But I--"

"Did I stutter?" he said, turning toward you. "My quarters, pet." Even through the mask, you heard his teeth clip the word short. "Take them off."

If there was one other thing that you could curse, it would be your traitorous body, growing warm at the thought of standing nude in front of him. You hated that he had this power over you, the power to make your thighs shiver, the power to make your cunt clench at the mere notion of fucking him. Yet it was inexorable--just as he wanted to destroy you, you possessed a clamoring, undeniable desire to be destroyed.

Frowning, you clicked your tongue. "Yes, sir," you replied, and rose from the bed, not a dash of fear on your face.

You started with the buttons on your top, slipping them open for the second time that day, staring straight into his mask, wanting to burn through him. When the last button loosened, you let your top fall from your shoulders, moving to unhook and release your bra, wiggling down your arms, letting your breasts sway. The glare on your face never wavered, even when you stepped out of your shoes and slid your trousers down your thighs.

Despite the mask, Kylo Ren's gaze was almost tangible, sticking to every little movement of your figure. You looped your fingers through your panties, teasing the view of your pussy, and his feet shifted--almost imperceptibly, the only evidence of his change the gentle wafting of his robes.

"Take them off before I do it myself," he said.

Nodding, you obeyed, pushing them down your hips and off of your ankles, thighs squeezing together again as you straightened your back, teeth chattering--totally exposed to him.

He approached you, every step deliberate, and even with his eyes hidden, you could feel it--he was drinking you in. You swallowed your anxiety when he stopped within inches of you, helmet tilting as he took in the sight of your body. Leather palms skimmed over your hips, up your waist, grazing the sides of your breasts, until one stopped at your chin, pinching it, angling your face toward him. You gazed into that black window, so hypnotized by the pull of his stare behind the mask that you didn't even notice when his other hand reeled back to land a harsh, sudden smack on your ass.

"Shit!" you said, lurching into him. The pleasant sting it left behind elicited a contraction from your walls.

Kylo Ren growled, digging his digits into the flesh of your backside. "Get on the bed. Hands and knees, so I can see that filthy cunt."

You choked back the aroused whimper that dared to form at his words, and nodded, climbing onto the bed on all fours, shuddering when you bent your back to further reveal your sex. Kylo sidled up to the edge of the mattress, warm gloved hands stroking up the twitching backs of your thighs. He smoothed over the round curve of your ass, soothing the spot he'd just hit, sliding up your back, and then down. There was a brief pause before he spanked you again, the sharp bite of leather cracking hard along your sensitive flesh.

"Shit," you repeated, but this time the word left your mouth in a moan.

"You like that? Hm?" He landed a quick blow to the other cheek, earning another pained moan from you. "The nasty little whore likes to be punished, doesn't she?" Another spank when you didn't respond, and you yelped. "Doesn't she?"

"Mm--yes, Commander," you replied through gritted teeth. The skin on your ass was buzzing.

"Yes, she does," he said, and dragged two leather fingers along the pulsing, wet lips of your sex. "Disgusting slut. Cum leaking from your pussy, and you can't even tell me if it's yours, can you?"

Hot shame washed over you. Was this his angle the whole time? "Why don't you taste it and find out, Commander?"

Before you could breathe, you were flung into the adjacent wall, limbs pinned in a five-point-star, the impact knocking the air from your lungs. You groaned, shaking away double-vision. There was only a moment between gaining clarity and the pressure of the Force around your neck, drawing strained gurgles from your throat. Kylo Ren stood in front of you now, shaking hand extended, leather digits curled.

"At my mercy, and still you defy me," he said. "When will you learn who you belong to?"

Wheezing at the Force-grip, you spat out your reply. "I don't--I don't belong to... anybody!"

One step brought him to your face, metal muzzle inches from your nose, palm almost on your neck. "I own your body. I can make it doanything I want."

The pressure on your throat disappeared, and you gasped for air, but the relief you felt was short-lived. Kylo had pulled out his lightsaber again. It was clear he had no intention of turning it on.

Cold metal swiped over your sex, your juices glazing the pommel. You sucked in a short breath as he inched it forward, moving up over your mound, hard ridges of the metal brushing the delicate hood of your clit. Walls pulsing in response, you whimpered, wanting to jerk your hips away--but every muscle below your neck was paralyzed by the Force.

"I can make you cum without even touching you," he said. The mask was in your ear now, the synthetic voice rolling over your skin.

"No," you replied, frowning, knowing he was right. "You're wrong..."

Kylo pulled away, considering you for a moment while the lightsaber slid back down to your entrance. "We'll see."

The mask's gaze was blank as the saber pressed against you, turning back and forth over your aching, wet entrance. You winced when he pushed, twisting it like a screw into your core, and you cried out, walls clenching hard around the icy, inflexible hilt. Pointed ridges split you open, your whines morphing to moans as the weapon burrowed deep inside you, stretching you to a bliss you had forgotten was possible.

"Fuck," you whispered, catching breath to smother your escalating arousal.

"That's right," he said, taking a step back to admire his work. "How perfect you look with my weapon inside of you." He sunk down onto the bed, feet wide, elbows on his knees while he observed you. Like a predator. "I wonder how you'd look riding it."

You groaned again, your cunt throbbing around the hilt, working hard to draw it deeper--but it was no use. The saber remained still, buried inside of you, making you ache for friction. Kylo watched you struggle for a moment before clicking the latches on his helmet and placing it onto the floor in front of him. His amber eyes stared at you, face unflinching, and the lightsaber began thrusting into you, aided by nothing but his own power.

"Gods," you groaned. The ridges of the pommel dug into your walls, sending tides of desire through you, reaching to your toes, making your clit beg for attention.

"Is this what you want?" he said. You saw his fingers twitch, and a delicious, familiar pressure was on your nub, flicking it back and forth, forcing another hard clench around the hilt.

"Yes!" you said. "Please!"

He stopped, and you whined. "Yes, please?" It was a prompt.

A frustrated grumble echoed in your chest. "Yes, please, Commander Ren."

"Much better," he replied, and the pressure returned, circling your clit, sending warmth flooding through your body.

"Shit," you said, head falling back to the wall as pleasure coursed through you.

There was a battle roaring inside of you. Deep down, you knew he was right--he could make you cum right now if he so wanted--and the thought drove you mad. You wanted so badly to remain faithful to Sam--to turn your thoughts to him. But Sam wouldn't--couldn't--give you what Kylo was giving you, couldn't take you to heights unknown, couldn't make you cum by barely lifting a finger. The thrusting of the saber into your cunt and the tightness balling in your tummy was disintegrating that resolve to prove Kylo wrong. You could see yourself cumminghard around his weapon. And you wanted it.

"Look at you," he said, "so desperate for cock that you'd cum on my saber. You'd let anybody fuck you, wouldn't you?"

You shook your head, cheeks on fire. "No, no!" you said.

He snarled, and the lightsaber slammed into you, pounding against your cervix, making you wail in pain. "Yet here you are in front of me with another man's cum dripping from your cunt."

The Force around your clit sped up, dragging you to the edge, and your breath hitched, body tensing in anticipation of your orgasm. You were whimpering, lids closing, mouth falling open as pleasure surrounded you. He was right--there was no use fighting it.

"Oh, fuck, Commander," you cried, chest heaving. "I'm--I'm--"

Your groans were cut short as the Force dissipated, and the saber stopped thrusting, leaving you pulsing, aching--rolling back down the hill of your climax. Frustrated, impatient growls shook you. No--you didn't want to do this again.

"Oh, did you want to cum?" he said. A single stroke from the invisible hand, and you squeaked. He stood, advancing on you--and you could see it now. Glowing cinders of barely-leashed fury, deep in the pools of his honey eyes. "You think you deserve to cum? After what you've done?"

He was shaking--it was clear he was resisting every urge to touch you--and his digits curled again, the fluttering Force returning to your clit. You moaned, biting your lip, your walls squeezing and throbbing around the girth of his saber. The closer to the peak you came, the tighter you clamped down, driving the bumps on the hilt deeper into your flesh.

"Commander, please," you said, fighting to buck your frozen hips on his weapon.

He shushed you with such severity you'd thought he'd hissed, and so you were silent, jaw locking as your climax ballooned. Those eyes were scrutinizing you, reviewing the memories of your face when you'd came the night before. When you were at the tipping point, breath rushing through you, ecstasy waiting to explode from your clit--he stopped again, deserting you at the edge.

You wanted to cry out, but the vengeance in his gaze snuffed your voice. The weapon inside of you resumed thrusting, your neglected clit throbbing with need. Kylo was sucking in breath through his nose, still shaking as he watched you, the hand that wasn't controlling the Force palming the bulge in his pants like an afterthought.

"Pathetic little thing," he said, brown eyes scanning your blushing, trembling body. "Am I not enough for you? Are you so insatiable you need to fuck any man who pays you attention?"

Not wanting to speak, you shook your head.

"No?" he said, and swung his gloved hand back to spank your pussy. You squealed at the physical contact, bolts of pleasurable pain shooting from your swollen clit. "Then why?" His eyes were wide with an emotion you'd never seen from him--desperate, livid.

The Force was back on your nub, launching you back toward your climax, saber slamming into you now, and you throttled your moans, your gaze never leaving his. You were so ready to cum that you neared the breaking point almost instantly, overwhelmed from the sensation of his lightsaber tearing into you while your clit was ravaged by his will.

Your breath was uneven now--you were so close, cheeks and forehead shiny with sweat, beads sliding down your lower back. It was going to happen, finally, you felt it coming, if only--

When he inevitably stopped, you shouted. Your body begged you, pleaded with you to cum, every nerve drawn to its limit, about to fracture from the strain. Your breath was rough and hungry, and your head fell back, lids shut tight.

"Kylo, please!" you said.

Something snapped in him then, the dam on his anger shattering, and his lip furled as he grasped your neck--hard. "I don't remember saying you could talk," he said, ripping the lightsaber from your cunt, making you wail again. Growling, he lifted you and tossed you onto the bed.

With the control over your limbs returned, you squirmed on the sheets, sitting up on your palms. You were able to focus fast enough to see the saber screech back to life, the flickering red edges shoved straight into your face, the heat of the blade licking at your chin and neck. At the other end of the crackling plasma, Kylo Ren's face was taut with twinging muscles, jaw firm, his eyes still wide, still tormented.

"Why?" he said again. "Why?"

You were used to Kylo's destructive temper--but this was something different, something raw, something behind the veil of rage. He wasn't just angry, you knew. There was legitimate confusion, legitimate pain--just as you'd seen in Sam's eyes only hours earlier. Only if Sam's were a storm, then Kylo Ren's were a tempest--churning with unhinged, vicious anguish.

With a lightsaber in your face, though, your sympathy reserves were depleted. You sneered, brow furrowed. "What do you have to be upset about?" you said. "You've got everything you want."

He was silent--holding something back. You continued.

"You want to know why I fucked Sam? Because he fucking cares about me! Because he fucking gives as much as I do!" It was too late to stop you, now. "You won't talk to me, you won't even take your fucking clothes off in front of me! Why the fuck would I keep an agreement with someone who does that? I'm not a person to you! I'm your sex-toy!"

The room was still, filled only with the angry buzz of Kylo's lightsaber. He stared at you, teeth grinding, chest expanding with deep, sharp breath. You held fast, your glare unyielding, his sheets balling in your fists. In the back of your head, you wondered why he hadn't decided to decapitate you right then and there--but past the reflection of the blade in his eyes, you saw something. It was that something you'd seen so many times before, an emotion that you hadn't been able to name. It was dawning on you that he wasn't able to name it, either.

With a dying trill, the blade vanished, and Kylo tossed it to the side, watching your face. The ability to breathe and stretch returned with the saber away from your neck, but you didn't want to move, your gaze tied with his. For a moment, you forgot how you looked--naked, sprawled on his bed, sweat glistening from your skin--everything that wasn't his face crumbling away.