The walk back to Kylo Ren's quarters was silent, save for the manic stomping of his boots down the corridor. This only served to fuel the rage bubbling inside of you--your face getting hotter, your stomach wrenching into thick knots. Between Sam's vindictive suspension and Kylo's unexpected approval, you were in a state of disbelief. Were all men looking to ruin your life--or just those two?

You exploded the moment the hatch closed behind him, words coming so fast from your mouth you were spitting. "What the hell is your problem?" you said. "What game are we playing, here?"

He didn't respond, stalking past you into the bedroom as he removed his helmet. You growled, chasing after him.

"Are you seriously going to just ignore me?" you said. His back was toward you, which you were thankful for. There was still a portion of you that was disarmed every time you saw his face--even if the urge to slap it was growing stronger by the second. "I thought that getting revenge on Sam--"

Your sentence was cut short when Kylo spun on his heel and slammed you into the wall, urgent lips smothering your own. Against your will, you moaned into his mouth when his tongue slipped between your teeth, and he responded by pinning your wrists to the wall above your head. His kiss was growing hungrier, wetter by the second, but you were still sober from your anger. Grunting, you wrested your lips from his, wriggling underneath his firm grip.

"What are you doing?" you said.

He pulled back, meeting your eyes with an empty expression. "You're mine," he said, before turning your face back to his and crushing your lips again.

Whining, you tried to squirm away, but his strength was too great--between the hand on your wrists and the one on your chin, you were given almost no choice but to kiss him back. At least, that's what you told yourself--despite your unacknowledged fury, your disloyal body was growing warm from feeling of his tongue sliding over yours, his frame overpowering you, his soft hair brushing your face.

His hands released you as his lips moved from yours to the line of your jaw, and you caught your breath, forcing the heel of your palms into his shoulders in an attempt to push him off--but to no avail. Instead, he'd begun working at the buttons of your uniform, hands more than halfway down your shirt when you'd realized it.

"What the fuck, man!" you said. He was sucking fresh marks into your neck, teeth nibbling at your skin. When his tongue ran over your pulse, you suppressed a whimper. "You can't just fuck me out of my anger with you--ah!" A sharp bite to your shoulder while he flung your top onto the floor, and you shivered. "Shit!"

He was still silent, still determined--groaning as he kissed his way back up to your ear. Hot breath passed over your lobe, and you shuddered again, goosebumps covering you. When he nipped at your flesh, teeth grazing the shell, your lost yourself for a moment, head falling back and thighs clenching with hunger. Kylo took the opportunity to pull the straps of your bra from your shoulders and unhook the back. It was only after your nipples puckered from the brush of falling fabric that you snapped out of it.

"Dude!" you said, twisting away and letting him bite the air. You squirmed, but his fingers were embedded in your hips, playing at the hem of your pants. Frowning, you ignored the second anticipatory squeeze of your thighs. "Why did you let Sam--"

Kylo growled and covered your lips with his, again--a move that was becoming more and more effective with each iteration. Your arousal was reminding you how soft and full they felt on your own, how intoxicating his gentle, possessive grunts were, how incredible it was when his digits ran through your hair and over your tingling scalp. A moan echoed through you and into his mouth, making him suck in air through his nose and pull you closer.

Were you really going to let him win? He didn't get to ignore the importance of your career just because he was horny, or whatever. Hedefinitely didn't get to sanction your suspension with no explanation. Did he agree with Sam, now? Were they teaming up on you? And now he was going to just fuck you like none of it mattered?

You snarled, ripping your face away and meeting his eyes with a glare of red wrath. He had been so swept up in your kiss that he didn't even notice when you made good on your earlier urge and slapped him hard across his flushing cheek. Kylo Ren flinched, barely--were you really that weak?--his eyes regarding you with what you might describe as shock, if they weren't so blank.

"Kylo," you said, surprised he hadn't started choking you. Maybe your audacity had worked in your favor, for once. Or maybe he'd actually remembered what you'd said the night before. "Answer me."

His brow furrowed, and he pushed off of the wall, pacing away from you, shoulders crowding. When he turned back to you, his face was tight with frustrated thought, eyes searching the floor as if it'd give him the solution. You crossed your arms over your naked chest, watching his fingers curl in and out of fists.

"Your suspension will be temporary," he said, words coming out slow, like syrup. "I currently have neither time nor interest in disputing his claims with Hux. It harms nothing for him think he has control over you." His gaze met yours again, corner of his lip twitching. "You're mine."

The greed in his eyes sent a thrill up your vertebrae, but you ignored it. Resolution, first. "Neither time nor interest," you said, raising an eyebrow. "Amazingly, the two things I now have plenty of. Must be nice."

The crease in his brow grew deeper. "Yes," he said. "I depart from Starkiller in hours. The issue will be resolved when I return."

You blinked. You'd forgotten about the pre-flight inspection. "Oh," you said. His words were a trough of disappointment, dumped on your animosity. You realized, then: you didn't want him to leave. "Where are you going?"

Kylo hesitated for a moment, staring at you with a look you couldn't quite identify, sorting through the flurry of thoughts in his mind. "To find something I need."

"Oh," you replied, swallowing. You weren't sure what you had been expecting--but you deflated, dropping your arms to your sides. "How long will you be gone?"

"Enough," he said, jaw tensing. He considered you with darkening eyes, lingering on your breasts, and sat on the edge of his bed, feet wide. "Come here."

You didn't move. Liquid desire trickled down into your abdomen--even still, you didn't feel like the conversation was over. "What?"

His gaze narrowed. "Come here, pet."

Getting more than an inkling of what he wanted, you slipped off your shoes and nodded, holding your breath as you made your way over to him. When you came closer, he leaned back to take you in--even though you weren't entirely naked, and even though he'd seen your body a number of times by now--like it was the first time he was seeing you. His gaze roamed from your feet to your eyes, tongue wetting his bottom lip as he hooked a finger into your pants and pulled you closer.

"Good girl," he said, voice deep with longing. His other hand came around to your backside and urged you forward until you were sitting on his lap, your legs wrapped around his waist, his hands gripping your hips. Brown eyes were drawing lines of fire over your exposed skin. "Don't think I've forgotten about your little outburst in the command center."

"Is this my punishment?" you said, holding back a smirk.

His palm smoothed over the curve of your belly, up between your breasts before weaving through your hair. "Yes," he said, pressing his lips to your neck. "Your attitude is still in need of improvement." His tongue darted out and slid up to your ear. "Among other things."

"Other thi--"

For the hundredth time in thirty minutes, his lips silenced you, hips beginning to grind against your center--and there it was, his aching length, pressing hard into your heat. You gasped into his mouth, bringing your hands through his hair, your tongue exploring him while you bucked your hips into his. It was almost a relief to be able to touch him like this--to graze his scalp with your nails, to have his soft locks twist around your fingers, to feel his body responding to your own desire. The hand that hadn't busied itself in your hair snuck from your hips to your breast, kneading it with a leather grip and circling a thumb around your sensitive, stiff nipple.

This brought another gasp from you, and you jerked hard into him, leaving his hair to pull at the cowl around his neck. Kylo hesitated before pulling away, dragging your lip between his teeth while he released you. You grinned when you tugged up and tossed his cowl away, bringing your lips back together while your digits fought to find the release for his belt. He grumbled, redirecting your hand, and you pulled back, chest heaving while you studied his face.

"I want to feel you," you said, pushing hair from his forehead.

He flicked your nipple, blinking slowly as he looked from your breasts to your eyes. Without a word, he pulled off his gloves and unclipped his belt, throwing them to the side. You watched, lungs frozen, afraid if you made a sound, he'd change his mind--but when his hands started undoing his robes, you couldn't resist, your own fingers working in desperation to get him naked faster.

After a few minutes of difficult maneuvering--between your positioning and his, frankly, ridiculous amount of layers--you sat back on his lap, the both of you entirely nude, his hands pulling your mouth to his. You marveled at how warm and powerful he felt underneath you, his strong legs supporting your weight with no effort as you rolled your hips on his lap. Without the barrier of clothing, his hot, thick length ground against the slickening lips of your slit, drawing quiet, submissive moans from your throat while he kissed you.

Your hands were preoccupied with exploring his torso--you wanted every bit of hard muscle, every white scar, every tiny dark mole to become home to your fingers, you wanted to be able to recall the broad planes of his body when you were alone, you wanted him to be yours, just as you were his. His hips jerked into you when your nails traced over his nipples, down to his well-muscled abdomen, stopping at the trail to his member, hard and throbbing at your belly.

Smirking against his mouth, you wrapped your hand around his cock--digits dwarfed by its size--and started pumping his shaft, drawing a low, deep moan from his chest. He shifted, hands leaving your face and burrowing into the flesh of your ass, snatching you toward him so that your skin was flush with his. You groaned into him again--you felt the pulsing of his member in your hand while you stroked him, felt your own sex swollen and dripping with need, felt your clit seeking friction from him--you needed him inside of your cunt.

Kylo pulled away, breath rapid, eyes wild when they met yours. "You know that good little sluts beg for what they want."

"Fuck," you said, his words flooding you with heat and making your walls contact. "Please fuck me, Kylo."

He snickered. "No."

"What--"

Kylo shoved two fingers in your mouth, depressing your tongue until you gagged, prying open your jaw so wide it clicked. "I never want to hear his name on this tongue again," he said. "Do you understand?"

You nodded to the best of your ability, and he released you to let you speak. "Yes, Commander."

"Good," he said, replacing his fingers. "Even still, your mind is so busy with anger toward him." His voice was quiet and severe when he leaned toward your ear. "I want your thoughts, your day, your world--to begin and end with me."

A hot wave of lust crashed over you, another clench from your walls, and you whimpered, nodding against his hand until he freed your tongue again. "Yes, Commander!" you said.

Kylo Ren growled, burning wet kisses onto your throat. "How can I be so sure you won't betray me again while I'm gone?" he said. He spanked you with his free hand, and you flinched. "Little whore."

Crimson shame bloomed on your cheeks. So that was why he was waiting to correct your suspension. "I-I won't, sir," you said. "Uh, seriously."

He spanked you again, evoking a yelp. "I'll make sure of it."

With both hands clutching your ass, he hoisted you up and lowered you onto his cock, hissing in pleasure as he sheathed himself in your wet, eager cunt. Your digits dug into his biceps as you groaned, pulsing and stretching around his thick length--Kylo always made you feel impossibly full, as if he were sinking into your body, working you open deep in your stomach.

"Fuck, Kylo," you said, head falling back on your shoulders as he began thrusting into you.

He grunted, mouth attacking the exposed length of your neck and sucking hard at your pulse, drawing your skin up between his teeth, the pressure so rough that you winced. When he was satisfied, he moved to another spot high on your neck, groaning while he suckled, on a mission to decorate your throat with purple welts. The louder you whined, the harder he fucked into you, his arms flexing under your fingers as he bounced you on his lap.

"That's right, slut," he murmured, his digits pushing bruises into your hips. "Take your Commander's cock."

"More, sir, please!" you groaned, raking your nails down his muscles. He growled, biting the tender flesh of your shoulder while he jerked his hips to match the rhythm of his arms, pounding you with every thrust, pain and pleasure rocking you with equal force. "Fuck! Yes!"

Kylo groaned, almost drowned out by the lewd sound of slapping skin. "Greedy bitch," he hissed through his torn breath. "You want me to wreck that little pussy?"

You contracted hard around him at that, clit throbbing from neglect. "Yes, Commander!" you cried. Your brain was swarmed with pleasure and lust--you weren't completely sure what you were even asking for.

"Fine," he said, and threw you onto the bed without hesitation, your body aching and empty without him inside of you. "Hands and knees."

"Yes, sir," you said, and obeyed, trembling with need while your fists buried themselves in his sheets.

You felt the mattress shift as he kneeled behind you, running his length along your your folds, the slick head of his dick brushing your clit while he teased you with lazy thrusts. His hands were back on your hips, rubbing up and down your thighs, stroking the curve of your backside.

"I've missed seeing you like this," he said. "Bent over, so eager for me." Two fingers dragged the wetness of your cunt over the rim of your ass, and you recoiled, eyes wide.

"Whoa!" you said, muscles rigid. "What the--"

"Shh," he said, dipping back into your core and coating your ring with more of your juices. "Relax." The sensation of his thumb tracing the circle of nerves made you clench--you'd never felt anything like it.

"Kylo, I--"

"Relax," he said, prodding at your pussy with the head of his member. "You want me to wreck you--I will."

Drawing in air through his teeth, he sunk his cock back into your warm, tight cunt, pressing the pad of his thumb into your ass at the same time. You squealed, squeezing around him, drawing him deeper inside of you, bliss rippling through you--you didn't realize how much fuller you could feel from a single thumb. Kylo thrust into you again, wiggling his thumb deeper, and you moaned, clit burning for attention.

"Holy fuck," you groaned, mouth dropping. "Kylo, that--"

You were interrupted by his other hand hooking your cheek and yanking back, pulling your jaw open and sending threads of spit down your chin.

"Who am I?" he asked, driving into you while he spoke, thumb moving further into your ass. You swallowed as you felt him pass the first knuckle.

"Commander," you said--or at least, you hoped that's what you said. The hook he had in your cheek was making you far less intelligible.

"Good," he said, "good girl." Kylo slid out and slammed into you, pushing his thumb in to the root, and you cried out, every muscle below your waist constricting around him. "Look at you--you love having me fill every one of your holes, don't you?" Fingers pinched hard at the flesh of your cheek as he whipped your head back. "Don't you?"

You nodded. "Yeth, Commander!" Blood rushed your face when you heard how pathetic you sounded.

"Of course you do," he said. "Dirty slut."

His hips were moving now--a steady, slow pace, cock dragging along the throbbing walls of your cunt, every squeeze reminding you of how stiff and swollen your clit was. It was torturous. You whined, bucking your hips toward him, but this only made him tug back on your mouth, spears of pain shooting over your face.

"Poor thing," he said, voice struggling under the burden of his own restrained desire. "You need to get fucked, don't you?" He pushed in deep, pulling out agonizingly slow as you clenched around him. "You need to cum?"

You groaned--you were starting to wish you had slapped him harder. "Yeth, Commander, pleath!" you replied, cringing at your voice.

He chuckled--you made a note that you certainly would slap him harder the next time--and stilled himself for only a moment. "Good girl."

The next thrust was so powerful it nearly knocked you forward onto the bed--but Kylo steadied you between the fingers in your cheek and the hand on your ass. Instead, you felt the shockwave quake through your body, flesh jiggling, a wail of pain forced from your lungs. He was ruthless, now, his cock ramming into your cunt, splitting you wider with every savage thrust. You were only halfway cognizant of what was leaving your mouth--tangled streams of pleasure and pain paired with cursing pleas for more, wanting him to dig you out from the inside--but you didn't care. You'd never felt so full, so complete in your entire life.

Under your warped cries of ecstasy, you caught his desperate, growling breath as he fucked harder into you, his own moans leaking out while his thrusting became more erratic. You whined in protest--you needed to cum so badly, you didn't want him to finish yet.

He must have heard you, because the Force began to batter your clit, the bundle of nerves nearly shattering from anticipation at the first stroke--but you held fast, clinging to reality as long as possible, shaking, drool spilling like rivers over your lips while he wracked your body with animalistic force.

"Who do you belong to?" Kylo growled, hand leaving your mouth to slap you hard on the ass.

You whined, barely able to eke out the words through the building pleasure. "Fuck! You, Commander!"

"Who gets to make you cum?" he said, leaning over you to plunge even deeper.

"You do, Commander!" You were so close--your orgasm was winding tight in your belly, ready to consume you.

His voice was uneven, panting. "You want to--fuck--you want to cum for me, pet?"

"Please!"

Kylo reached around, adding his fingers to the Force on your clit--the double sensation had you spasming. "Cum," he growled.