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He had pulled her to the bed, leaving their towels discarded on the bathroom floor. Rey absentmindedly wondered if someone would pick them up, or if she’d find them there in the morning. But Kylo’s hands were already on her body, already gripping at her breasts and her butt with a grasp she knew would leave marks. She’d be covered in his marks by morning.
Everyone would know where she had been.
“Get on the bed, Rey.” Kylo’s mouth was at her neck, mouthing at the skin under her ear, nipping with his sharp teeth. It had felt good, even if she had been afraid he would draw blood. She pondered if he was a vampire, with how hard he started to bite her. He gave her a light push before she landed, her wet hair plopping under her on the soft mattress.
“Kylo!”
He stood, his member erect between them, as he fell to his knees in between hers. He grabbed her thighs, pulling them over his shoulders, and dove into her pussy. Even though his mouth had already been on hers once before, in the bathroom, Rey felt that in the bed, it was more intimate. Her hands darted out and grasped the sheets next to her legs as her back arched. She could hear her moans echoing in the room.
His tongue, hot and heady, was attacking her still sensitive clit, with a new purpose. She looked down at him, between her thighs, and met his eyes. He looked ravenous to her, with his pupils blown out in the dark, his cheeks flushed and his mouth full of her mouth. She raised a hand and grasped at his dark hair, giving it a pull. He snarled, his mouth latching onto her clit, sucking. She screamed, throwing her head back into the cushion again, bowing off the bed. His hands were tight on her thighs, holding her body to his face.
She felt the edge again, her orgasm fast approaching. His tongue was everywhere, from her crease, to her clit. He teased her pussy as she clenched around nothing before pulling away.
“What?” She asked, panting. He bent forward on top of her, his mouth to hers. She could taste herself, soapy, clean and musky. She felt drunk, although she’d only been drunk once in her life, and it was addicting.
She understood why Poe was constantly offering himself to her, now, and to anyone, really. If this was sex, she could see why he was hooked.
She could feel Kylo rubbing his cock against her wet slit, up and down, through her folds, as his tongue dominated hers. She couldn’t keep up between the sensations. She brought her hands up and grasped at his back, her nails digging into his spine. He groaned into her mouth.
Pain, he likes pain. She tucked that away.
His hand was slipping down between them and something was notching at her entrance.
“Kylo…I’m not on….”
“Shut up.” He groaned against her lips as his tongue swiped against hers.
“No birth control, get a-” Rey tried to wiggle away but she was pinned under his weight, his chest on hers, his right arm wrapped around the top of her head while his left was shoving his cock inside of her.
“God, shut the fuck up.”
And he thrust inside of her.
Her vision went white.
She could hear screaming.
Her vision returned almost instantly.
It was her. Kylo’s mouth was on hers, his tongue in her mouth again, growling obscenities, thrusting her into the mattress. Rey dragged her nails across his back, hoped she was drawing blood , and reached higher, grasping at his shoulder instead. Her legs remained open around his waist as he impaled her. Both his hands were on her body, her breasts, her waist, her shoulders. He was touching her everywhere. She didn’t think her legs were strong enough to hold onto his waist anyway, with how hard he was striking into her. She could hear the slapping of their bodies, the wet bumping of his cock into her, the sounds emerging out of her mouth that could be pleasure but could also be pain.
“Good fucking good, taking my cock like such a good little girl.” Kylo was talking to her. He had been talking to her, but her brain was just registering his words over her moaning.
“Big, so big Kylo, please, it hurts!”
“Take it, baby girl. Take that cock.” He licked her tears and down her neck, his tongue drawing long strips up the sweat that was pooling on her neck. She turned her head to the side. “You’re such a good girl, Rey. I’m going to give you the world. All you have to do is take this cock.”
“I can’t, it’s too big.” She was crying, as he changed angles, bringing a knee up under her hip. She felt it deeper than before, punching into her cervix. It didn’t feel good .
“You’ll learn…to…love this.” He whispered between his moans. “God…so tight…made for this cock…fuck, fucking….” His forehead was on her shoulder after a second, his hips snapping into hers. Rey’s legs were useless, her legs limp on either side of his hips, bouncing alongside his thrusts. Her eyes were streaming constant tears. At least her pussy was wet.
Kylo’s thrusts were growing erratic, less timed, deeper inside of her. He grunted, cursing.
“Feels so fucking good, Rey. Gonna cum.”
“Not inside.” She whispered. “Not inside. Can’t get pregnant. Please. ”
“Round with my baby. Fuck, I want to get you pregnant.” One of his hands went to her hip to hold her in place as she started to wiggle while the other stayed on her head, keeping her still.
“No, please, Kylo!” She started to cry as he grunted. He pulled back. His face was tight, his eyebrows pulled together, his teeth barred in a mock grimace, his nose scrunched up. He was grunting.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” His hips snapped into hers. Both of his hands came down her body, his forearms caging her waist, as his hands pressed into the bed under the small of her back. She was trapped under him, her fists pressing his chest, her nails making impressions in his chest.
He came inside of her, holding her body to his.
She felt it - she saw his face change when he came. Her body grew hot as he filled her, his hips jolting as he rode out his climax. He panted above her, his forehead shiny with sweat, his chest covered in her nail marks, bloody and scratched.
He grinned down at her.
“Let’s take a shower.”
“Why did you do that?” She asked him as he pulled out of her. He looked down at his cock as it softened.
“Ah, you were a bleeder.” She looked at his cock, coated in a fair amount of blood and creamy white fluid. She felt her lower lip wiggle. “Oh, don’t cry.”
“I told you not to…finish inside.” She whispered. He rolled his eyes as he pulled her off the bed. She shuddered and held back a dry heave as she felt his cum rolling down her thigh, still hot but rapidly cooling.
“Plan B exists, little girl.”
“Don’t call me that, especially after what we just did.” Rey pushed past him, to the bathroom again. Kylo laughed behind her, his voice throaty still. She walked into the bathroom and plopped down on the toilet. She tried to wipe away as much of the fluid as she could, being delicate of her recently deflowered bits. Kylo walked into the bathroom, checking his back out in the mirror.
“So, my kitten has claws.” He was looking at the claw marks down his back, touching the drying blood streaks with almost gentle prods. Rey rolled her eyes.
“You weren’t exactly gentle, you asshole.” She mumbled as she flushed the toilet. Kylo started the water in the shower and gestured for her to walk in. “I was a virgin and you knew that. You don’t do that to virgins.”
“I did tell you I was going to fuck you.” He followed her into the water. They began to wash off, soap passed back and forth as if they’d taken a million showers together before. “If there’s one thing you’ll ever learn about me, kitten, it’s that I’ll never lie to you.”
“And if there’s one thing you’ll ever learn about me , Kylo, it’s not to underestimate me.” Rey spat back as she scrubbed between her legs. He watched her wash herself silently after that, his gaze thoughtful. She glared at him as often as she could, walking out when she was done and grabbing her towel off the floor instead of grabbing a new one like he did.
She walked back into the bedroom to find a charcuterie board sitting on the table, bathed in moonlight by a partially opened curtain, with a bottle of red wine and two glasses accompanying it. She sat down and dug in, not waiting for him to join her.
She was starving, and the least he could do for her after robbing her of her innocence was feed her.
He sat and poured two glasses of wine, watching as she went head first into the salami slices. Kaydel had outdone herself, as usual, with thick cut salami, pepperoni and his favorite, thin shaved prosciutto that melted in his mouth. She paired her meat with mini toasts and a honey jam while he chose a fig spread and grilled baguettes. They whittled down the cheeses and meats, the nuts and jams until all that remained were small bits and bites. She barely touched her wine. He grabbed his phone from his jacket and shot a message to Kaydel, asking her to bring some clothes for Rey to her shift in the morning, and add another plate to breakfast. He didn’t wait for the answer. He knew Kaydel would make it happen, regardless of the time or the request.
“I’ll get someone to grab a pack of Plan B tomorrow before I return you home.” He said as he finished his message. Rey looked up at him as he pulled the curtains shut. “Come to bed with me. It’s late.”
“You don’t have any guest rooms here?” She asked. He had the gall to look wounded.
“You’re my guests here, Rey, yes. But you’re my personal guest. You’ll sleep in my bed, with me. Or you’ll sleep on the floor.”
He held his hand out to her, his eyes deep and vulnerable. She looked up at him, curious. Did he not hold all the power here? Did he not just take her innocence? Did he not force her here? And here he was, all but begging her to sleep next to him like they were a married couple.
She looked at his hand that he held out to her and took it after a moment, and she saw the relief in his face.
As if he had been waiting for her approval, or her acceptance.
As if he sought her compliance, or blessing.
He laid her down and crawled in bed next to her, naked, laying on her chest. She drew circles on his back as he fell asleep, as if he were the younger one and she were the one providing him comfort.
An hour passed, with her unable to sleep, her mind racing, as Kylo rested.
As she laid on her back next to him, her body throbbing, she stared at a small crack in the curtains. A strip of moonlight crept across the room as she lost herself in thought. Kylo, softly breathing into her shoulder next to her, his left arm across her waist, an absolute power house in everything he did, liked to cuddle after sex.
A sullen smile crossed her bruised lips.
So, there was power here she could claim, too.
She felt something inside her shifting, her priorities moving from collegiate to a more tangible nature. She thought of the Spider downstairs, of the wealth in everything around her. She wasn’t unfamiliar with desire, with absolute longing - but for the first time in her life, she was staring in the face.
She thought of the sticky, thick mess he’d crammed inside her body with the carelessness of a man who got what he wanted all the time, even though she had begged him not to.
He snored, rolling his face against the pillow, his hand gripping at her hip, before resuming his breathing pattern. She felt the warmth of drool against her skin.
Men , she thought bitterly, weren’t the only ones who could play this game. I could play it better.
He wanted to believe her to be a meek creature, utterly passive and tame.
Her teeth bit down into the raw wound on her bottom lip, drawing fresh blood. She licked it away.
She wondered if he’d ever been this wrong before in his life as she felt herself falling asleep.
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Rey woke up the next morning, rolled to her side. Kylo had remained behind her, his arm still locked around her waist. She blinked sleep away as she stared at the strip of floor that had been bathed in moonlight last night that was now coated in the morning sun. She stretched, rocking her backside into Kylo, and froze as she felt him stir.
His cock was pressed into her pussy, still tender from his abuse the previous night.
He was grumbling behind her, his lips on her neck, as he tried to wake up.
But she was wide awake.
Take the power.
Take it, Rey.
She felt herself rolling over before she could think twice, turning to face Kylo, and pressed her lips to his. He tasted like sleep, like sour wine that had sat breathing too long in a warm room. He groaned into her mouth as she threw a leg over him. His hands seized her hips, holding her firmly on top of him.
She could smell their bodies as the sheets fell around them, silk stuck to their sweat dampened skin, as she ground her pussy against the muscle below his belly button.
“Fuck Rey….” Kylo breathed against her lip as she pulled away for air, a trail of spit hanging between their lips. She rocked her hips again, letting out a low whine, and dove towards his neck. Her teeth, out, nipping at his flesh. He rolled his head to the side, allowing her to feast on his sensitive flesh. She could feel his hips rocking against her cunt, her now moist flesh sticking to his rock hard cock, the sounds of her arousal matching their moans of pleasure. Her lips kissed up to his ear, leaving red bruises in her wake. Something inside of her, something that had always been there, was now awake . She drew on her new power, on her new awakened self, and moaned against his skin.
“You promised me the world last night, Mr. Ren.” She whispered. He moaned. “You said you’d never lie to me.”
“ Never , Rey. I’ll give you anything. ” His fingers would leave bruises on her hips, she was sure of it, with how tightly they were pressed into her skin. She canted forward again, her clit throbbing, the head of his cock catching on her hole. She slowed her hips, letting the wetness tease him, as he growled and nipped at her neck. She pushed his head down with her hand, threading her fingers in his hair to keep him still. His hands moved to her thighs, her skin tingling under the pressure of his massaging fingers.
“Would you do anything for me, Mr. Ren?” Her tongue drew a line up his ear lobe. He nodded, his head barely moving against her grip.
“ Anything, fuck.” He growled, his hands back up at her hips now, trying to angle her body to meet his cock. She raised her hips up and hummed in refusal.
“I want you to do something for me, Mr. Ren.” She purred against his cheek. He groaned as she raised her body further up. His hand sought his cock, his fist his member up and down, wet by her moisture. She could smell the arousal in the air around them.
She was drunk on it.
He lost his temper then, and flipped the two of them over. She looked up between her lashes, her hips canted upward at him, her legs spread wide to accommodate his thighs. He pushed his cock inside her with a groan of satisfaction.
“Fuck….” He finally breathed as he shoved his way to the back. She grabbed his hair, pulling his lips to hers, their mouths meeting in a clash of teeth and tongue. His chest met hers, his hips flushed against hers, seated fully inside. He wasn’t even moving , Rey noticed.
She wrapped her legs around his hips as she pulled away from the kiss.
“I want you to kill my uncle for me.” She breathed. “Give me the world and kill him for me.” She clenched her cunt around his cock and he licked her lower lip.
“Whatever you want, baby.” He bent down to kiss her again and she grinned into it.
Victory.