Disclaimer: this is my first fan fiction (or story I've ever written in general) I am no expert in the Star Wars universe so please excuse me if there are any mistakes or things that don't make sense. I am just fascinated with Kylo Ren and wanted a reason to write some shameless smut so please don't expect much of a plot. I do not own anything from the Star Wars universe!

also: English isn't my native language so please excuse any mistakes. I've also written and uploaded from my phone because, so once I'm at a PC again I'll probably smooth everything over again. I hope you enjoy!

EDIT: I am back at my Laptop now (thank god) and tried to format the text a bit better so it's easier to read!

Chapter 1

It had been a while since they had a solid lead as to were the resistance was hiding. Months since he had seen Rey board the Falcon to escape him once more. Just at the thought of this he felt the anger flare up inside him again. The force bond they had shared had started to weaken since that last, fateful encounter. Maybe it was his sudden pull to the dark side he had felt, the light that she had seen in him seemed to be extinguished, had it not been more than a small, desperately flickering flame before. But after she denied him, denied what they could've had, could've been, he had felt it going out. Something that even the death of his father at his own hands had not been able to accomplish. His dark eyes closed behind his metallic mask. From the outside he seemed in control, calm and composed. He was the supreme leader now after all. He was in power but he knew that he couldn't afford to fail again. Had there not been much room for failure when he had been Snokes apprentice, constantly battling for his favour with General Hux, now that he had climbed the ladder even further by killing his master one small mis step could lead to his demise.

This mission could've been his chance to completely establish his power once and for all. There had been word of a small base of rebel allies on Ord Mantell and he decided to attend these matters himself. The Rebels certainly weren't the only scum hiding on this planet, but the only ones he was interested in for now. As his ship landed he tossed these thoughts aside, the thoughts of his previous failures, his doubts and most importantly the girl. Rey...this simple desert rat. He still couldn't understand how she was able to intrigue him this much. Of course she was strong with the force, but there was more than that, she had bewitched him and even know that the force bond was broken he could see her face in front of him. "Nothing but scavenger scum" he thought to himself, his gloved hand forming a fist before a voice pulled him out of his unpleasant thoughts.

"Supreme leader, we have just landed! Not far from where the resistance camp has been sighted just days ago." The storm trooper who had just addressed him didn't notice the anger pent up inside Kylo Ren, he was lucky that the tall, masked man decided not to act upon it, not now.

Failure, again. When they had reached the camp it had been deserted, it looked like people had left in a rush. Some data pads were carelessly left on the desks of the small makeshift command centre, but they had done a good job removing almost all valuable information. Something, someone must've warned them. He had been blinded by rage, having members of the resistance slip through his fingers again. He had been so close, close to getting information. Even if they hadn't possessed much valuable insight, just the possibility of getting his hands on one of them, torture them, kill them. This would've at least given him some satisfaction. They were back on the ship now, he needed to compose himself. Again his thoughts drifted into a direction just too well known to him - the scavenger girl. With a low grunt he took off his helmet, his jaw clenched.

The familiar mixture of feelings rushed through him, anger, resentment - desire. He needed something...someone, to distract him from that girl. He occasionally called a whore to his chambers, but it was nothing but a temporary fix. He needed someone to respond to his every need, someone who wouldn't deny him, someone who was HIS. He leaned back in his chair, groaning in frustration as he felt a slight burning sensation along the scar that the girl had caused. Tomorrow. Tomorrow they would question everyone in the town near the rebel base. If anyone there knew something his men would squeeze the information out of them without mercy. He had also heard that Worlport had an exquisite slave market. Part of him was disgusted with himself for even thinking it, but he also knew he needed someone to blow off steam. Not a common whore, he wanted a girl that feared him but also admired his strength. A girl he could train to fulfil his every desire, who had nothing but him, who NEEDED him. A toy for him, a plaything. There was still a lot of work to be done before the morning, but now he felt a lot more confident about the coming day. For a few moments he allowed himself to close his eyes.

"Tomorrow" he thought to himself.

The next day started off more successful than the last one. They managed to track down a small shop in the middle of the city that had apparently sold technical equipment to the Rebels. The two men running the shop had been brought on board of his ship for further...questioning. He knew the interrogation methods of his men, if they knew anything more, they would give up the information, writhing in pain. They probably didn't know much, but even if it was just a small lead, a name of someone in the resistance, something that would help the first order to track them down. Afterwards they would be worthless, Kylo Ren felt not even a twinge of guilt, knowing that they would most likely be killed.

Who wasn't with the first order was against them, even if they were only in it for the profit, they were traitors, not even worthy enough to be alive. The streets that were usually busy had quieted down, when he made his way to a large building in the city centre. Even without knowing who exactly he was, he was intimidating. Of tall build, his broad shoulders covered by a thick black coat. He wore his mask, as always when he was in public, the cold metal not giving away anything about the expression of the face underneath. Most people had retreated into their houses, sometimes he caught a glimpse of a pale face behind a curtain, eyes widened in fear. They all knew that the first order wouldn't hesitate to kill if anyone got in their way so they kept their distance, hoping that their town would be spared. He was only accompanied by a handful of storm troopers when he entered the building.

"Master Ren, what a pleasure to see you here."

The clearly overweight man greeted him. He knew who he was and apparently he also knew that it was wise not to upset him, his eyes nervously flickering from the tall man dressed in dark to the Storm Troopers standing behind him.

"What can I do for you?!"

Kylo Ren took some steps towards him, letting his eyes wander through the room. It was tastelessly decorated, red sheets covering the Windows.

"I am looking for a girl." Now his eyes fixed on the fat man in front of him, he could see the small drops of sweat forming on his forehead. "I want her to be untouched."

His deep voice, coming out mechanically altered through the helmet sounded almost disinterested. He still wasn't sure if it was a good idea, but if he got wary of his toy he would have no problem disposing it. Or give it to his troops, a source of entertainment was always welcome.

"Oh, we have exactly what you're looking for!" The man in front of him uttered, now there was more than fear in his eyes, greed. He knew he could make a good amount of money, virgins were high in demand and the purity had its price. "Follow me please, Master Ren!" He gestured him to follow him into the next room. "I will present you with the most beautiful girls you have ever seen!"

He waved a servant to his side and quickly whispered something in his ear and with a quick nod he disappeared. Kylo already knew that he despised the man, the way the small drops of sweat trickled down his face, his heavy breathing and the thoughts he could see running through his head. He could feel anger and disgust flare up inside him as the door opened and five girls were led inside, all of them not older than 20 and dressed in nothing more than a simple white dress that left little to the imagination. His eyes quickly roamed over them, they were all beautiful, no doubt, but none of them seemed to evoke feelings in him like Rey had done. A quick bolt of anger and desire shot through him again and one of the girls slightly flinched, bowing her head to look at the ground.

His eyes stopped at her, she was the last of the five that had been brought in, slightly taller than the others. An average height for a woman but he still towered over her when he stepped towards her. Her dark brown hair was cascading her face and her body was slender, feminine, the dress accentuating the curve of her hips and her small perky beasts. Judging from her reaction it was as if she had been able to feel his short outburst, even though nothing of it had been visible from the outside.

"Look at me"

His voice was cold and after a tiny moment of hesitation she lifted her head to look up to him. He took a moment to take in her face, high cheekbones, full lips and a hint of freckles around her nose. Her eyes were green, not the muddy green he had seen in some girls before, it was clear, almost like emerald. She was of exquisite beauty, even he could see that. He extended one arm to grip her chin, the leather of his glove cool against her warm skin when he turned her head first to the left and then to the right to inspect her. He could see her lower lip trembling, felt her body tensing up when he touched her and he used that moment to delve into her mind. She was scared, scared of him, the power that he presented. He could tell that she had been through a lot, torture, training to lead her up to this moment, to be able to provide her new master with everything he needed. But despite all that he saw an innocence, a purity, not just of her body but also of her mind. He took a deep breath behind the mask, a small spark of desire ignited inside him.

"What's your name?"

His gaze was still fixed on her but she was unable to see any emotion playing on his face, all she could see was the cold metal of his mask, intimidating her even more.

"T-Talia, Sir." Her voice was shaking, despite her efforts to hide her fear. He looked back at the overweight man before letting go of the girls chin.

"She will do."

He heard a slight, fearful gasp coming from the slave girl, but he didnt look at her again.

"I want her in my chambers tonight."

With that he turned around, exiting the room. There was still work to do before the evening. This slave girl...she wasn't Rey, not even close, but maybe she was exactly what he needed to take his mind off her.