The Finalizer was in complete darkness, creeping in the shadows of a frozen world. Even the best Resistance spies wouldn't have been able to locate the vessel. The entire system was surrounded by an asteroid belt, making it treacherous to navigate.
Two sharply dressed men were at the helm of the command shuttle, approaching the First Order's flagship.
Kylo Ren breathed deeply into his new vocodor, while flexing his gloved fingers over the flight controls. General Hux was seated next to him, thumbing through the latest reports on his data pad. It was rare for these men to helm a transport themselves, but they were in a hurry and couldn't wait for their pilots to arrive. Rey and General Organa were getting away with stolen data and the First Order fleet was extremely vulnerable.
Landing the shuttle on the flight deck, the imposing men stormed down the ramp. General Hux waved off the stormtroopers that were lined on either side for inspection. Kylo Ren didn't seem to notice the gesture, walking stride for stride with the general.
Kylo fumed underneath his mask. He chewed on the inside of his mouth, in an attempt to stop himself from killing the next person that spoke to him.
He and Rey should be on their honeymoon right now, but she fucked him over. The Darksider seethed and the electronic hiss coming from his mask was a stern warning to everyone in the vicinity. He was the one that should be bending Rey over; not the other way around. Kylo could tell that his subordinates had questions for Hux, but they wisely avoided his path and gaze.
Nothing would stand in his way.
The flagship was a flurry of activity as all available stations were scrambling for battle preparations. Thanks to the quick actions of Captain Phasma, the Finalizer crew was alerted before the Resistance could eliminate the flagship.
For once, The Dark Knight and General Hux were completely on the same page. It was dangerous, considering all they could accomplish if united.
The Resistance had struck swiftly over the past twelve hours, catching the First Order with their pants down. Hux remained as stoic as possible, but he silently suffered. He wasn't sure of the extent of the damage. He could only speculate that the casualties were high. Hux hated not knowing for sure.
The entire ordeal was especially embarrassing for the general, who had his pants stolen by Leia Organa. And underwear. All his clothes. His half of the First Order Command Codes. All she had left him was a bite mark on his ass that still throbbed.
She also painted his toenails. That part he didn't have an issue with.
"I do believe this calls for payback," Hux sneered, breaking the silence as they entered the bridge. General Hux found slight comfort in stepping onto the bridge of the Finalizer. He was still furious however and unable to hide his burning cheeks. It wasn't like the general to be played for a love-struck buffoon. He didn't let people get close enough to hurt him in this way.
"Payback? This is war," Kylo remarked, coming to a stop toward the middle of the command deck. The Darksider was irate, but mostly because Rey wasn't with him. The Jedi had to know... she must know that he would tear the galaxy apart to find her again. His mind was a blur, imagining all the ways he would punish his wife for this.
Kylo felt a stirring in his pants, picturing Rey bound by Jedi restraints. His heart rate quickly elevated. The Dark Knight flexed his fingers, feeling the blood rushing to his groin. Kriff, he thought. You should be here, with me. Rey...
The ginger general made his usual stroll around the command deck, circling back for Kylo Ren. By the time he made his trek, Captain Phasma was waiting for him.
Phasma handed Hux a modified data pad with special encryptions. "General Organa won't be able to use the stolen codes to hack these new coordinates. We should be hearing from all surviving vessels in a half an hour. The Resistance foolishly broke the armistice when they attacked our Red Fleet. We are well within our purview to retaliate, sir."
"Thank you, Captain," Hux sneered, knowing that he and Kylo Ren were getting ready to redefine the term 'retaliate.' Hux thought there was an odd glow about the captain, but quickly dismissed the idea. As if on cue, Phasma put on her chrome helmet.
"She got tag teamed last night," Kylo stated bluntly, reading Hux's thoughts.
"And it was excellent," Phasma said, without missing a beat. She quickly changed the subject, "The media is already calling it ESCAPEGATE."
"Not another one of these," Hux replied, shaking his head. The last thing he needed was intergalactic ridicule. "First, a band of twelve pilots and a scavenger blew up our Starkiller Base."
"They called that STARGATE," Phasma interjected.
General Hux raised his hand to stop her. "Then, Admiral Greenfire snapped and piloted her ship into the nearest star. And there were those rumors that Kylo Ren threw his bride off a cliff." The general's voice trailed off as he started skimming the new reports in his hand.
"Don't forget about ASHGATE," Phasma replied.
"Yes, of course. I wonder if people would have any issue with Kylo keeping his enemy's ashes if they knew that's how his hair got so luxurious." Hux commented, scrolling through the new data pad.
"So that's how he does it," Phasma said, in awe.
"It's the best way to avoid helmet hair," Kylo interjected, sounding a bit distracted.
"Especially if you like revealing yourself to pretty scavenger girls, like some sort of dark prince," Commander Mitaka chirped. He immediately wished he hadn't. Kylo Ren gave a dismissive gesture and hurled the commander across the bridge.
Phasma rolled her eyes. Mitaka would never learn. Fortunately, her face was hidden by her helmet. "The good news is that public opinion appears to be on our side. All the systems slated to be under Kylo Ren's control have thrown their support behind him. They appear to be sympathetic."
"They should sympathize with Rey and the so called Resistance," Kylo said, turning to face the captain. "I swear I am going to fuck her in front of them all. The last thing the Resistance will see before I choke the life out of them is the image of her begging for her orgasm. My giant cock pounding her pink, tight little pussy."
"Whoa!" Hux blurted out, taken aback by the statement. "Well, then… better get to it," he said, trying to recover from the vivid picture that Kylo Ren had painted. The general and his trusty captain started poring over the reports from the data pad.
Kylo Ren wasn't listening to the rest, moving away from the pair. He sensed a tremor in the Force; the feeling had been slowly building since he arrived on the Finalizer. The Dark Knight hovered over a couple of terrified engineers, who made themselves look busy under his perceived scrutiny.
A small voice entered Kylo's mind, but only because he allowed it.
"Talk to me," she sent across their Force Bond. Rey's voice was hesitant and riddled with guilt.
Kylo smirked to himself. His wife had some gall contacting him so soon, though he wasn't entirely surprised. She felt it too. Deep down, he wanted to skim the connection and caress Rey through the Bond. He could be sated, if she agreed to return immediately.
But Kylo knew what he was doing. He had formulated a plan the moment he ripped through those handcuffs and demanded that a new mask be made. He just needed to be patient...
Rey kicked the sheets off her legs and rolled out of her cot. The Jedi had her own small room aboard General Organa's battle cruiser. It had been twenty hours since she abandoned Kylo Ren on their honeymoon night. Rey couldn't sleep and decided to go for a stroll.
She stumbled upon the deserted fitness center and training area that Leia told her about. It was set up perfectly for a Jedi Knight, with plenty of training remotes. At least, it seemed like an adequate supply of training droids when she began. Rey was already brimming with energy when she started stretching and warming up. There was a heat between her legs that wouldn't go away. She knew that meant that her husband was rock hard on the other side of the galaxy. It made her shudder to think about it.
He was hard for her.
Rey kept her eyes closed and easily blocked blaster fire from multiple training droids. She did this for hours, before finally reaching to Kylo Ren. "Talk to me," she said, hoping that her husband would answer her plea. After several minutes of him avoiding her requests, the Jedi grew frustrated. She started deflecting the shots back into hovering remotes. One by one, the droids dropped from the air and landed in a smoking pile at her feet.
Rey hissed and raised her lightsaber into a different defensive form. As she did so, the Jedi pushed into their connection. She was bolder and more assertive this time.
Kylo Ren could feel her lancing into his mind. The sensation was like Rey digging her fingernails into his naked back.
"You seemed to like that, if I recall," Rey taunted, eliminating another training droid. "Please Kylo, talk to me," she stated again.
Rey could feel Kylo smirking through the other side of their Bond. It made her face and neck steam up.
On the Finalizer, Kylo Ren started chuckling quietly to himself, but it quickly turned into maniacal laughter. Both engineers seated in front of him were trembling in fear. They needed a change of pants by the time the Darksider walked away.
Rey gave him a moment, reaching for her canister of water. Rey gulped the last few drops, making sure that nothing was wasted. The Jedi tried to reach for Kylo again, feeling optimistic. Suddenly, she felt the Bond shut off entirely.
It took a minute before it fully registered. He was blocking her. Rey's brow furrowed and her lips parted, showing her teeth.
"Kylo, you... oh, you little bitch," Rey buried her lightsaber into the last droid and retracted the blade. Her knees shook a little and the Jedi Knight tried to calm her breathing. Her glistening skin and elevated heartbeat didn't provide the distraction she hoped for. Rey was still wet for Kylo Ren. She was sure he was still hard for her.
So it's a battle of wills, she realized. The Jedi believed she could outlast him if need be. Kylo Ren almost always reached out first. Rey was certain she'd best him in this little game he was starting.
**48 hours since ESCAPEGATE**
"It's unwise to be in my presence right now," Kylo barked, resting on one knee. The Darksider was in his private training chambers on the far side of the Finalizer. He was dressed down, in a black tank and his leather trousers. His muscles rippled with sweat and his long hair covered his eyes.
"Sir, our spies in the Outer Rim caught a glimpse of the Millennium Falcon. But — "
"But the Falcon got away!" Kylo interrupted. He jumped up from his crouched position and buried his lightsaber through the chest of the last Sith sparring droid. The mechanical bot hissed and fell in a scattered heap alongside dozens of other sparring droids. Mechanical arms, legs, and torsos littered the ground in a circle.
"It will be difficult to replace all of these, Sir. I believe that was the last of the Grievous models," Phasma stated, checking her holo pad.
"I know," Kylo said, flaring his nostrils. "It's never enough. If my wife was here I'd have an adequate training partner." The Darksider kicked an armored head across the length of the training room. Kylo Ren grinned a little, knowing it was only a matter of time before Rey slipped up. The wait was agonizing however, as his bed felt colder than he ever remembered.
"There are plenty of female officers and stormtroopers under my command. Perhaps it would relieve some tension, if I sent two of them to your quarters tonight?"
Kylo clenched his jaw and lifted the nearest training droid in the air with the Force. "No," he said shakily, throwing the parts into a giant First Order banner. They pounded the material and brought the entire banner down to the ground. "My wife," he said, breathing heavily. "She's what I want."
"If I may, then perhaps it's time to talk with your wife," Phasma suggested.
"I can't do that. I'd risk showing my hand," Kylo said, cryptically.
"What if Rey misses you as much as you miss her," Phasma replied, in a nurturing manner.
"She does. I can feel it. But I must keep Rey out of my head until she makes a mistake," Kylo confessed. There was a hint of desperation in his voice when he mentioned her name. A part of Kylo wanted to tell Phasma more, but he refrained. "Until then, I will hunt the Resistance down and make them suffer," Kylo stated, unwrapping the tape around his knuckles.
Phasma fell uncomfortably silent. It wasn't like her to show up for a friendly chat, but the captain was deeply concerned for Kylo Ren.
"What's on your mind?" Kylo said, getting a little annoyed.
"Sir, if you want her to stay…" Phasma's voice trailed off. Kylo looked at her with great interest.
"Go on," he said, taking a long sip out of a water jug.
"Desire isn't enough to hold a relationship together. When you find her, try to keep that in mind. If you build something more, she'll stick around this time," Phasma said.
Kylo gave a rare smirk, "A wife that sticks around… it's crazy enough to work. I don't know what to do with myself until then."
"I believe I can help with that, Sir." Phasma swiped across her data pad and pulled up a new objective. It wasn't like the captain to show up just for a friendly chat.
"Perhaps you can unleash some of that pent up energy on Myzan. It's a Resistance outpost."
Kylo Ren took the datapad, grateful that he had a mission to distract himself.
**Day seven of ESCAPEGATE and 168 hours since we last had Reylo sex**
"Fifty percent of our fleet was destroyed. Casualties were light, as many ships were docked when they were sabotaged. The armistice was in effect at the time, so we're fortunate there," Captain Phasma said, addressing the war room. "I'm pleased to announce that our campaign has produced marked successes. The Resistance fleet has been chased into the Outer Rim."
"And what of Leia Organa and the Jedi Knight?" Hux said, his gaze drifting between Phasma and Kylo Ren.
"I almost have to admire them," Kylo said quietly, interrupting Phasma's response.
Hux turned to look at him, raising an eyebrow. "How so?"
"The Jedi had everyone fooled. Even her own friends." Kylo grinned wickedly, but his mask hid his expression. "You saw the look on their faces when the fight broke out at our wedding. Her friends thought they were saving her from some awful fate. She saw an opportunity to exploit the most powerful men in the galaxy and she acted," he stated.
General Hux gave his cat Millicent one last pet and set her down on the floor. "But…" he started.
"But she broke my heart, general. And I can't let that go," Kylo cut him off.
Hux squinted briefly, before showing a rare smile. "You've been planning something." The entire table turned to look at Kylo Ren. Most of the command avoided making eye contact with the terrifying Darksider, however curiosity got the better of them.
"It's been a week now and she must be clawing her eyes out, wondering why I won't communicate with her," Kylo said, standing up and circling the table. He stopped for a moment, gazing off into the distance, He could sense that Rey was trying to talk with him. She was bored in a meeting just like this one and missing him terribly.
"I can feel her right now. The Jedi doesn't realize what's in her possession," Kylo hissed.
The Resistance command sweated uncomfortably in their new war room. Rey sat at the end of the table, unbothered by the summer heat of this planet. In fact, she wasn't even sure what planet the Resistance had chosen. It reminded her of Jakku, except it had two suns.
Rey had her wedding ring attached to a necklace; the Jedi kept the necklace on her at all times. She was often spotted playing with the gold band, lost in her own thoughts. The Jedi was turning the band nimbly in her fingers, too distracted to listen to the general's briefing.
"Kylo Ren, enough. You have to talk to me, please. I know you feel it too," Rey sent across the Force, finding him silent on the other end. "I know you miss me."
She squeezed her thighs together and gave an inaudible sigh.
The Jedi Knight was glad she was sitting at the end of the command table, with Chewbacca masking her from everyone else's prying eyes. It allowed her to push her chair back slightly and hide during these long strategy sessions. Her eyes closed briefly while trying to calm the urges that were testing her concentration.
"It looks like the media finally settled on a name for our little stunt. They're calling it ESCAPEGATE," Leia announced, putting her cold glass of water down. The general needed to lay off the booze, especially in this climate.
"I like how it sounds," Poe's voice erupted from a loudspeaker. "It's easy to remember."
The best pilot in the Resistance was heading back to the base from a somewhat disappointing reconnaissance mission. He remained positive however, determined to track down the Finalizer on the next deployment.
Poe's voice snapped the Jedi Knight out of her fog, but only briefly. Once Rey was sure that no one was watching her, she looked back down at her ring and sighed. It had been a week since she had left Kylo Ren on their wedding night. She had expected to get over the memories of that experience rather quickly; like ripping off a bacta patch.
He was the enemy. More specifically, her enemy. Rey couldn't have imagined how heavy this all would weigh on her. It didn't help that Maz and Finn were pissed at her; for separate reasons.
Maz had pulled Rey aside the day before. She confessed that Kylo Ren ordered the reconstruction of her castle. He didn't want any credit for making amends, preferring to keep it between them. The Dark Knight had a soft spot for Maz Kanata, though you'd never guess it from the way he bulldozed her home.
It seemed to Maz that Kylo Ren was eyeing a return to the Light. She believed this was the case for some time now. In her opinion, Rey had everything to do with this transformation. The charming 1,000 year old woman had a way of cutting through the bullshit, even if she was vague at times.
"I'm not telling you this to make you feel bad, dear." Maz said, with a little frown. "But I would be disappointed if you weren't riddled with guilt right now."
Rey groaned inwardly and slinked back into her chair, recalling the conversation. Why am I thinking about him anyway? I should throw this ring away... but it seems like an awful waste, she thought. Rey suddenly wondered how many portions it might bring her. It made her crack the faintest of smiles. Jakku seemed like such a long time ago, though it would always be a part of her past.
Finn kept glaring in Rey's direction. The Jedi was so clearly distracted this past week; pining about leaving her husband on their wedding night. His eyes found the flash of gold, between her fingers.
Finally having enough, he rolled his chair around the end of the table and leaned closer to his friend.
"You know, that ring is not going to disappear off that chain. You can talk with people and socialize and everything. It will still be there, every time you look away. It's just Kylo Ren. There's no way his cock is that amazing," Finn whispered.
"What?" Rey said loudly, darting her eyes at Finn. He was only joking, but her reaction got the entire table to look at them both.
"Don't be jealous, Finn!" she snapped, standing up and making him pull back in shock.
"Something you'd like to share with the rest of the class?" Leia asked, clearly annoyed. She and Rey hadn't talked much since they screwed over Kylo and Hux. There was a dark cloud following the Jedi and the general needed Rey to be on her game.
"Apparently your son's cock is so amazing that all Rey can do anymore is daydream about it. Nevermind the fact that we are at war," Finn said. The Jedi elbowed him in the ribs.
"Yeah well, Finn does impressions of you, general. He uses bagels for your hair," Rey blurted out.
Finn gasped, widening his eyes at Rey.
"Maker, it's too hot on this miserable planet for this! Alright, I need a word with our resident Jedi. The rest of you, get lost. Meeting's adjourned." Leia said, dropping her holo pad on the table. It landed with a heavy thud. The loud noise chased the senior staff away.
Rey used the Force to pull her chair toward her. She fell back into the seat with a huff.
Finn stayed behind, still seated and rubbing his side. He expected Rey to apologize, but she looked away and crossed her arms.
"Finn, don't you have somewhere else to be?" Leia asked, annoyed that he was sticking around.
"I'm right where I should be. Just like Rey. Only maybe she's forgotten," he replied bitterly.
"Bite me, Finn," Rey snapped, scrunching her face at him.
"Oh, that can be arranged!" Finn huffed, swiveling his chair to face her. "I'll bet you'd even like it."
"Yeah and when Ben Solo gets here, I'll assume the position," Rey shot back.
That comment stung; Finn made a face as if he had been slapped in the nose.
Having enough, Leia inserted herself between the sparring friends. Her presence did little to interrupt their posturing.
"Finn, I'm sure you want to get washed up and changed before Poe returns," Leia said, hoping her Jedi wouldn't clock him. "I don't want to explain to our best pilot why his boyfriend is in the infirmary."
"Fine!" Finn growled, standing abruptly and glaring down at Rey.
"Fine!" Rey hissed back louder, resisting the urge to throttle him. Finn stormed off in a huff, knocking over Threepio as he passed by.
Leia folded her arms and sighed heavily. She didn't bother turning to look at C-3PO. The general knew that he would be rolling around on the ground, unable to bend his knees and arms; unable to make himself stand again.
"Threepio, get up," she snapped. Ignoring his complaints, Leia crinkled her forehead and gave the Jedi Knight a sympathetic smile.
"Rey, I know that look. I've made it enough times over the years. Every time Han left," she said, a little misty eyed.
"But Kylo... I mean, Ben, didn't leave. I chose to run away and leave his ass there." Maker, that ass, Rey thought. "He wanted this marriage and I saw an opportunity," Rey replied, folding her knees to her chest. She felt small sitting in the chair like this.
"The entire galaxy will thank you, dear. The systems under First Order control will see reason, soon enough. You have to be patient and give it some time. We're talking about freeing the entire galaxy and defeating the Dark Side once and for all. It will take time," Leia said, feeling bad for her daughter-in-law.
"I know that, but why do I feel this way? Why isn't our mission and cause enough for me?" Rey asked, pushing her chair from the table. She got up and put the ring and chain away, tucking it in her shirt for safe keeping. The young Knight nearly knocked over the inconveniently placed statue that was on a pedestal behind her. It was the only Jedi Master bust to survive the rehearsal dinner at the Temple. It depicted a frogling that looked very much like Yoda, but with long hair. Almost like a cheap synthetic wig had been slapped on a puppet.
"And why the hell was there a female Yoda, named 'Yaggle'? Was she really a Jedi Master, long ago? That seems confusing and unnecessary. Like, were they related or what?" Rey asked.
"I can't speak about those dark times," Leia replied. "But let me give you some advice. When Han was gone for too long, I'd send him something to make him come running back. Usually a picture of me in a gold bikini, dressed like a sex slave. Now, I'm not suggesting you do that. In fact, if someone asks you to do that, threaten to leave the whole damn thing."
Rey thought about it and chewed on her bottom lip.
"I'm gonna do some work on the Falcon. Please tell Chewie to give me some space." Rey turned and stormed out of the HQ.
The Jedi Knight weaved through the crowded desert base, spotting the Falcon in the last of the camouflaged hangars. She carved an opening through the resistance horde, who were leaving their posts for the mess hall. To Rey, the worst part of this week was that the Bond had gone silent.
For years she couldn't get Kylo to stay out of her head. Now, he was eerily quiet and it was excruciating. The Jedi tried every night to brush across the connection, but nothing she did would coax him to contact her.
"Oh, I'll get you to talk to me this time," Rey muttered, entering the Falcon. She closed the ramp and locked the controls, so no one could interrupt her.
The Jedi peeled off her shirt, leaving it on the gray and black Dejarik game board. Her boots were next, followed by her capri pants. Rey pulled the smuggler's grate up from the floor and produced Kylo Ren's stolen lightsaber.
Rey had been sleeping with it next to her, all week. It was oddly comforting the past few nights, having his weapon so close. The hilt was like a cock-sized piece of the fiery Knight. She often woke with her fingers wrapped around the cold metal, dreaming it was so much more.
The Jedi immediately felt a stirring deep down, remembering their wedding night. She recalled the control she exerted over him. How he took it back and fucked her well; and true to form, she pulled one past him in the end.
Picturing him in cuffs, writhing underneath her thighs, was enough to make her moan, "Kylo," across the Bond. Rey laid back in the lounger, resisting the urge to touch herself just yet.
"I have your lightsaber," she cooed. The Jedi rolled her fingers over it, thinking about his cock. "You will talk to me," Rey teased, getting comfortable. She ran a thumb along the thin band of her panties.
There was a ripple across the Force. He was listening and now she knew.
"I miss your hands," she continued, thinking about how possessive they were. The Jedi held the lightsaber in her left hand and traced the end of it, up the inside of her thigh.
"It's so powerful and unstable. Just like you. And it's rough around the edges. Jagged," she moaned into the Bond, letting the hilt tease the other side of her thigh. "Your saber is in need of my love and care. Just like your cock."
He was getting harder; she felt it across the Bond. It was now or never for the Jedi. If she was going to get him to open up again, it needed to be worth his while.
"I sleep with this hilt next to me every night," Rey admitted. "It reminds me of your cock. But it's not the same, is it? Not like having those long, strong legs of yours curling around mine. Not like having your lips on my neck and hands roaming all over me. Fuck, I'm wet for you."
She couldn't help herself, tracing her lips across the weapon. He jolted. Kylo was there; she couldn't see him but he was definitely there. It was like he never left the Bond, opening it fully so that she could feel him.
Rey smiled widely, "I've been dying to ignite this weapon and try it out."
"Please, Rey," he hissed. Kylo didn't care who heard him. It was no one's business but his own. The Jedi heard her name being called out and it emboldened her. Her pulse quickened, as did his. Their heartbeats found a rhythm again.
The stock end of the lightsaber teased her damp panties, pressing the fabric across her entrance. She shuddered against it, imagining it was his cock. He sighed and pulsed on the other end of the Bond. He was on fire too, desiring to rip his cloak off. The many layers of fabric were suffocating him and Rey could feel his struggle.
"Kylo, I wish this was your mouth and your nose right now — teasing me, tasting me. Remember how good it felt? Maker, how you went down on me. I'm getting wetter just thinking about it."
I must keep her at bay… calm down, he thought. Kylo wanted to reach across the galaxy and pull Rey's panties to the side. The Dark Warrior growled instead and bit down. Force knows he wanted to bury his face into her sex.
She could feel his excitement. His cock strained against the leathery material of his pants. The Dark Knight was in front of others, in a meeting. She could tell by the way he reacted. Rey continued to tease her thighs with his lightsaber. The Jedi imagined the end of the hilt was his talented tongue. She couldn't stop now; nothing would prevent her from doing what needed to be done.
"You've been so shy... and I'm so lonely. I need my Master to come and take care of me. Join the Resistance and fuck me every night," Rey said, licking her lips. The Jedi leaned forward on the lounger and brushed her thumb over the ignition switch. The fiery crossguard roared to life, washing the darkened ship in a bath of crimson light.
Rey stared deeply into the flames. She could almost see Kylo in the untamed fire. His tall frame and broad shoulders were tantalizing and far too dangerous right now to reach for. The crimson, flickering light danced across her bare skin.
The debriefing aboard the Finalizer finished and the command group was uncharacteristically relaxed, having lunch brought to them. They did this every so often, for team building. Hux in particular was being more candid than usual, as he sipped out of a private flask.
Kylo's breathing picked up. He was drinking a protein shake, with a straw. It allowed him to keep his mask on in front of others. He sweated uncomfortably in his seat, shedding his outer cloak. He wondered if anyone noticed the strain in his voice and pants.
"Normally, I enjoy getting spanked by women," Hux said. "But that's what shore leave is for."
The rest of the table started laughing. Kylo choked and strained against Rey's seductive voice.
"Yes, General. Women of a certain age," Phasma ribbed. Kylo Ren couldn't help himself and chuckled along with the rest of the group.
The Dark Knight's laughs died quickly, as he felt Rey's arousal through their Force Bond. Kylo woke up rock hard this morning and his stubborn erection was immediately back to torture him.
Rey's voice fluttered teasingly in his head, like a seductive whisper calling him to attention. She ran her lips over his lightsaber and let an end slip into her mouth. He could see it all. She was aboard the Millennium Falcon, wearing nothing but panties and a thin wrap around her breasts.
"Fuck," he whispered.
Kylo grabbed the table in front of him. He pressed his hardness into the flat planks underneath the tabletop. The Knight had denied his own release since she had left him. As a Master of the Force, he had the self-control to do this. But this was Rey he felt, trying to undo his defenses.
Kriff. He thought, as his breathing grew erratic. Kylo was sure his mask was amplifying the sound. Fortunately, everyone was busy eating and conversing among themselves.
Then he felt it. Rey ignited his lightsaber.
"Finally," Kylo shouted, sounding victorious. He removed the straw from his vocoder and slammed his shake on the table in front of him. Everyone turned in surprise.
"My sexy, curious little Jedi slut," Kylo said, getting up and leaving the others.
Hux closed his eyes and shook his head. He didn't bother addressing Kylo's outburst, giving Milli some of his fish.
Kylo Ren stormed across the Finalizer, refusing to hide his throbbing erection from the stunned Stormtroopers that passed him.
Be careful with that weapon, my padawan, Kylo sent across the connection. It's a powerful, dangerous weapon and I should be there to show you how to handle it...
His voice was a pleasant relief. Rey smiled, killing the flame to the blade and settling back into the lounger. The Jedi left the hilt near her feet.
"Ben," she moaned. He breathed loudly, allowing his thoughts to flow freely to her.
My bride, he hissed.
"You've been quiet," she said cautiously, biting her bottom lip. He loved that nervous tick of hers and Rey couldn't help but continue to tease him with it.
"I believe you've told me many times to stay out of your head," Kylo said, entering the flight deck.
"That was before," Rey ran her fingers up to her chest, freeing her breasts. "Tell me what you're doing, Ben. Why have you been ignoring me?" she asked innocently.
"Trying to find my wife. She left me on our wedding night. Perhaps she ran off with another guy; I'm not sure. Have you seen her?" Kylo Ren replied.
"Maybe you just haven't looked hard enough. And there is no one else for me." She felt him go cold again, "Talk to me, Ben."
He gritted his teeth, hurrying up the ramp to the command shuttle. Kylo gestured for two female pilots to accompany him. Removing himself temporarily from the connection, he gave the pilots instructions.
"It's time. Rey activated my lightsaber. We have a brief window to pinpoint its location while it's activated," Kylo said, taking his seat in the back of the shuttle. Both pilots acknowledged him and started the pre-flight sequences.
Kylo relished the rush of adrenaline coursing through his body. He felt Rey pressing against the Bond and he let her back through.
"Ben, please," Rey said again. "I'm so wet for you."
"I know you are. But you lost the right to call me that name when you stole secrets from my mind and left me on our wedding night. Why should I talk to you, Rey? You've broken the agreement and deserve everything that's coming your way."
"It's over, Ben," she said, feeling her arousal stirring again. "The First Order is finished. You can't see it, because you're in denial."
"Is that so?" Kylo asked. The Command Shuttle lifted and exited the deck of the Finalizer.
"We have the coordinates, Sir," Captain Lena Acasto shouted from the controls. The Darksider nodded, but kept his focus on the Force Bond.
"You have a choice you can make, Ben Solo. You've studied history. Every time the Empire, the First Order, or the Dark Side returns to power, a handful of underdogs rise up to stop them. You know how this will end," Rey said solemnly.
Kylo removed his helmet, placing it in his lap. "And what choice should I make, Rey?" he asked. The Dark Knight couldn't help himself and wanted to tease her.
"Come home and be with me. We're still married. The Resistance would welcome you back with open arms, despite your crimes. You are that valuable. All you have to do is surrender yourself to me," Rey said, brushing her fingers across her tight stomach. The Jedi Knight could feel his excitement on the other end.
"Pinch your nipples for me," Kylo ordered. "I'm not there, so pull them for me."
Rey moaned, enjoying the sound of his voice.
"Do you miss me so terribly? That you can't go a week without touching yourself," he teased. "My little…"
"Don't even say it," she interrupted, playing with the waistband to her panties again.
"You want it! You want to be my Jedi whore," he said, his voice echoing in the back of the shuttle. Rey whimpered on the other end and screwed her eyes tightly shut. "Admit it," he demanded again.
"You can call me your Jedi whore when you let me put a leash around your neck and you become my slave. You like it when I'm aggressive. You like it when I best you. You'd like my leash."
Rey's fingers finally slipped underneath the fabric and found her moist center. She'd make him suffer for that whore comment. "I'm thinking of your big cock and how nice it would feel if it was here. All mine. You can be my trophy husband. My begging, groaning trophy husband."
Kylo gripped his mask tighter in his hands. His erection was painful now, straining to break through the seams to his pants. "Your overconfidence will make this all the better, Rey."
The Jedi Knight teased her entrance, imagining her fingers were his longer, thicker digits. She started rubbing in a circular motion, concentrating on Kylo's trembling voice.
"Hmm. Maybe you're not the man I hoped you could be and it was a fluke — me sucking your cock and you taking my virginity. Maybe you aren't that special and I should try others," Rey said.
It was a bluff; they both knew it. And yet it still affected him.
Kylo Ren hissed, gripping his cock through his pants. He started pumping his erection, cursing himself for giving in. He didn't care if the female shuttle pilots saw him doing this. "You will be sorry for teasing me," Kylo warned.
"You couldn't possibly be that good. Not every time," The Jedi sighed, sounding disappointed. She gave her left breast a soft knead and pinched her nipple. Her fingers reluctantly let go, as she fought the urge to call out his name. Rey's other hand stopped moving in her panties.
"Don't you dare take your hand away from your breast!" Kylo shouted, his voice echoing in the back of the command shuttle. The female pilots turned back and started watching him.
"Kylo?" Rey whispered, feeling a jolt of pleasure. The Jedi wasn't sure where it came from, but it struck deep within her core. She immediately found her breast again, obeying his stern orders.
"You've been a naughty girl, Rey. You're a disobedient padawan and you should be punished with my cock," Kylo growled, pushing his throbbing member into the back of his helmet.
"Mmm, Master Ren," Rey gasped, bringing both hands over her breasts. Her pulse raced. She could feel him stroking his cock, rubbing it. How was this possible?
Kylo jolted at the name, feeling his cock straining to be freed. The Dark Warrior wanted to give in, but his shuttle was tracking Rey down. The smug Jedi would get the shock of a lifetime.
"I've been looking for you non-stop. I don't sleep and I barely eat," Kylo admitted, realizing that the pilots were watching him. He released his cock and held his mask in both hands, resisting the urge to crush the helmet with physical exertion. The Knight would do anything to stem the tides.
"I need you inside me. The war is over, Kylo Ren," Rey said, her voice shaking. "Stop drawing it out. We will win and this is pointless. We are needlessly fighting when you could order the end to this all."
"But you must be punished," Kylo hissed, imagining that the chrome layers on his mask were all the sensuous parts on Rey's body. His breathing picked up, as he concentrated on how her lovely, tight Jedi form felt.
"What will you do to me?" she taunted, switching breasts. Her dominate hand rubbed her wet center and she cried out at the stimulation.
"I will make you earn my love; you will beg for it. On your hands and knees, you will beg for it. I won't go easy on you; not this time," Kylo stated. The tip of his cock was dripping with pre-cum and Rey wanted nothing more but to wrap her lips around it.
"Please Ben, turn yourself in. We can be together if you do. You can have me every night," Rey pleaded, feeling her desire simmering.
"Shut up and touch yourself, Rey," he barked while running a finger across the outer chrome ring on his visor.
Rey shrieked in surprise, feeling Kylo's finger sliding up the inside of her thigh. "Ah! How are you doing that?" she gasped, finding her clit once more. She worked the sensitive bundle with a flurry.
Kylo traced along the chrome ring again, going in the opposite direction. Rey jumped, feeling the sensation running up her other thigh.
"Kylo!" she pleaded, blushing from head to toe. Rey slipped two fingers into her wet slit. "Oh, Force. How…" her voice died away.
"How many fingers are you using?" he asked, already knowing the answer.
"Two. They aren't enough, not after I've had your cock," Rey admitted. Kylo chuckled across the connection. She hated the sound of that hiss but her fingers kept moving anyway.
"You don't deserve my cock. Only my wife can fuck me," he growled, running his finger along the chrome path, one more time. Rey cried out, feeling his fingers ghost along her legs and knees.
"No, I am deserving. I'm your wife," she whined. Rey was wetter than ever, desperately searching for her release. Kylo's mind games were stripping away her Jedi defenses.
"If you're lucky, I'll touch you again," he sneered, looking at the other rings on his visor. His fingers traced the next chrome layers, picturing the body of his love.
Rey cried out, increasing the rhythm of her digits. She knew her body well, and it craved Kylo Ren.
Kylo held his helmet tighter against his erection, giving him something to relieve the pressure. The Darksider took his index finger and traced slowly along the other chrome curves, refusing to stop this time.
Rey gasped, feeling his fingers and tongue through the Force. "Fuck Kylo, what are you doing to me?" The Jedi lifted her arm up, feeling Kylo Ren's invisible tongue snaking up her side. He ran it across her ribcage and found her nipple. He sucked her breast into his mouth, making her cry out.
She squirmed in the lounger, moaning at the stimulation.
Kylo ran his other fingers along the different ridges of the mask and Rey felt him all over her fiery body.
"Kylo!" she shouted out. "How are you doing this, Master?" She was close now.
Force, he loved it when she called him that. He wouldn't ease up, teasing the ridges and in turn, running his tongue along her clit.
Rey cried in pleasure, turning over onto her knees and burying her face into the pillow. Her hand never left her sex, playing with her sensitive bundle of nerves. Force, he was good. Even from across the galaxy, he was amazing.
"You will not come, until you are in my possession," Kylo hissed, slamming his cock into his mask, feeling the head of his erection bumping into the crown of the helmet.
"Fuck," Rey panted, losing control. She closed her eyes and concentrated on her impending climax.
"Please, Master." Her cries were muffled by the pillow.
Kylo brushed his thumb across the nose of his mask and Rey swore that he kissed her belly button. A second later he was pressing his nose and mouth into her sex. Rey's body shook uncontrollably.
"I said no, Rey," he commanded.
The Jedi moaned in response, but didn't stop the assault on her pussy. She felt Kylo's fingers and lips; it was too much. She was desperate for this release and sank her face further into the bed.
"You will stop at once!" Kylo pried his fingers away from the mask.
Rey was yanked away from her climax, like Kylo had thrown her into an ice cold bath. Her fingers were circling her sex, but an invisible hand pried them loose.
The Jedi cried out for Kylo, incoherently pleading for her release.
"Not until you are with me," Kylo ordered. "Every time you try to bring yourself to orgasm, I will reach out and stop you."
The Jedi had no idea that the Sith Master was en route. She focused on how the Darksider might be pulling this off. A second later, Kylo slammed their connection shut.
"Kriff... fuck. Fuck you, Ben!" She shouted. "What the fuck, Kylo Ren!?" Rey was up and out of the lounger. The connection had gone silent again, she covered her breasts and let out a primal scream into the empty ship. Without meaning to, the Force rattled all the old compartments and blew off a couple of hatches.
"Kriff!" Rey stomped in frustration. The Jedi hadn't been this upset since she sat across from Kylo Ren at the peace treaty negotiations.
"I'm going to kill you for this, Ben Solo!" Rey shouted desperately.
"Sir," Lena said, walking in on Kylo Ren stroking his cock. It was the first time the pilot had seen Kylo Ren's face. To walk in on him doing something so private and intimate made her blush.
"Yes?" he growled, shifting his eyes to hers.
The pilot struggled to find her voice. "Your lightsaber has been tracked to Tatooine."
"Excellent," Kylo grunted, letting go of his massive erection. He put his mask back on as she continued to gawk.
"I could help you with that, Sir," Lena Acasta said, wide eyed.
"My cock belongs to my wife," Kylo stated, coolly. "Now, please get me to Tatooine as quickly as you can. The Jedi took something that belongs to me."
The pilot scurried back into the cockpit, reluctantly leaving the Dark Knight.
"I will not be denied my honeymoon," he said, feeling Rey's anger across the connection.
A/N: And... we're back. Sorry for the delay. Work has been crazy and there are other stories I've been writing in the fandom. Please be patient with me as I will try to update weekly. Thanks for understanding... this should be a lot of fun. Mr. and Mrs. Solo are back. Kylo and Rey meet face to face in the next chapter!
Thank you to Perry_Downing, my incredible friend and beta. Thank you to Poor-queequeg for doing alpha work on this, too. This community is very supportive for the most part and incredibly fun to write for. Let me know what you think! Catch me on tumblr and say hello - iancantbesaved
