"He's not talking" Poe's voice sounded resigned, it had been a long few days and we were all tired. We'd lost two good soldiers in the raid on General Hux's shuttle and the whole unit was disheartened by our lack of good information in return,.

Brushing my sweaty hair back from my face, I considered our available options. Our main leadership with off planet, Poe had set up a small raiding party to kidnap Hux and his small party from the village they had been tipped off a Resistance leader was hiding. He couldn't afford another failure, since Leia had died he'd been under increasing pressure to align his methods to the wishes of the Rebel hierarchy - what was left of it. I owed him a lot, he'd got me out of a rather sticky situation of my own making on a planet in the Outer rim of the galaxy, but I had seen a certain look in his eyes that warned me off being too sympathetic. Good looking with his dark hair and eyes, I couldn't bring myself to start something that I would too easily walk away from.

Our current location was a small farm, dusty and run down but isolated from anything else by hundreds of clicks. So far we'd escaped detention from First Order recovery parties, but time was running out.

We needed to him to talk. Our spies on his ship, the FInalizer, must have been detected because their reports had come to a sudden end. Without that intelligence we would spend the next months running blind. And I was tired of running.

I wasn't surprised. As much as the Resistance despised the First Order, we grudgingly had to admit the quality of their training - and at the core of that ethos of discipline was Hux. When he'd been brought into the compound we'd watched in silence as he walked past, back straight as iron, head high, even when being dragged into a cell by our fighters. Even dishevelled and handcuffed he was an intimidating figure, his eyes scanning us with utter disdain. No wonder he hadn't broken.

"Plan B?"

Poe shot me a look, his expression worried. We'd discussed it as a possible, but desperate option, but now it looked like the only choice we had left. We had no more time. Good old fashioned torture hadn't worked so it was my turn. We had to try something he wouldn't suspect, something he wouldn't be expecting.

"Are you sure? We could try to get him off planet, take him back to our main forces" but we both knew that was too risky.

I touched his arm, trying to reassure him and he grabbed my hand staring into my eyes.

"I don't want to lose you" he said softly,

"I win his trust and we get what we need. Simple. Don't worry" Smiling encouragingly I hoped my face hadn't betrayed my rising excitement. No one, not even Poe knew the specifics of my plan - then again, neither did I really. All I knew was that I wanted to walk into that room holding one of the most powerful men in the galaxy. The thought of it was intoxicating.

"The guards know what to do?" He nodded as I wrapped the cloak around me and put up the hood.

"Remember, no one else in the room and no eyes."

Poe nodded again, but his eyes still betrayed his discomfort with the idea.

The door swung open, at the centre of the room sat a man with flame red hair, his uniform was torn in places, overcoat gone, blood trickling down from a cut on his forehead. His hair, so neatly slicked back, fell in front of his green eyes in sweaty turned towards me, my features hidden under the cloak, a sneer marring his handsome face. So this was the great General.

I nodded at the two men who had been tasked with guarding him and watched silently as they blindfolded him and followed my other instructions as I explained to them in detail earlier.

My hood had stopped him from seeing my face as i had entered and I had cruelly enjoyed his look of panic when the cloth had robbed him of his sight. As I walked around his chair he tried to follow the sound, cocking his head at the sound of my footsteps. This was a man completely used to being in control, I would enjoy denying him that.

"I know pain won't make you talk" I said softly, facing him.

Hux sniggered.

"A woman? Is this the best torturer the Resistance can find? You and your rebel scum friends are running out of time. When I'm free I'll hunt down all you rebel scum and make you pay. You'll be begging for your lives as i have you executed"

Chuckling to myself, I decided to stop lying to myself. My motives for offering myself for this plan were entirely self serving.

Oh, his confidence was admirable, but he still twitched as he heard the distinct sound of a blade sliding out from the scabbard I had strapped to my thigh. The blade was small and thin but it held one of the sharpest edges in the galaxy.

I discarded the cloak, I had no reason to hide any longer. This particular planet we'd found refuge on was too warm for my taste, and I enjoyed the coolness of the air of the room on my skin not covered by the thin dress I was wearing. What no one else knew was that I wasn't wearing anything underneath. But this was going to be hot work after all.

I pushed my foot between his calves, kicking them apart. He didn't stop me, more focused on the feel of the tip of the blade I'd already placed on the triangle of bare chest his torn shirt had made visible. A tiny spot of blood appeared on his pale skin and I resisted the urge to lick it off.

Hux's face tried to maintain its mask of control and disdain, but the blindfold was doing its work – disorientating him and leaving him unsure as to what I intended to do. He was ready for more pain but that had never been my intention.

Removing the blade from his chest, I straddled him, his thighs taking my weight as I nestled my core against him. He grunted in surprise, whatever he had been expecting it probably wasn't this. Smiling I wondered what Poe would think if he could see what I was doing, poor lamb. This most certainly wasn't what he was envisaging when I said I could win Hux's trust. Whether I could do that was yet to be seen of course, but either way I was going to have some much overdue fun. I could feel the roughness of his trousers against my naked pussy and my excitement began to build as I imagined what lay beneath.

The General's breathing was beginning to become ragged, and I took my time to enjoy the view of his unshaved cheekbones, full lips and the feel of his warm body under me. He was younger than I had expected, slightly less years than me. The black uniform had only hinted at the strength of his tall, lean body. Tucking my knife back in its holder I stroked his cheek with my fingertip, tracing the trickle of blood that had meandered down through the stubble. He didn't flinch as I leant forward, taking care to ensure that I pressed the length of my body and breasts against his chest.

"Do you like to play games General?" using a tone I hoped was playful yet slightly menacing.

He struggled then slightly before gaining control over himself again. I was pretty sure First Order officers that this sort of interrogation was not in their training manual. Although, in truth, I didn't really have any intention of asking him any questions.

"Your games will not work on me rebel scum, I will not talk whatever you have..." his sentence tailed off as I gently kissed his neck, the shock rendering him temporarily speechless. He tasted of salt and something undefinable but delicious,

"What the hell are you doing?" he hissed

"You see, I've heard about you. Youngest General in the First Order" Another kiss, this time tracing slightly lower as my hands pulled his shirt apart, the buttons ripping away as I did so.

"Vicious father, who, if the rumours we've heard are correct, you had killed and then took his position..." My hands stroked across the damp warmth of his exposed chest, pushing the material off his shoulders. His skin was smooth and pale, wrapping over firm muscle. Very nice.

Palpable anger flooded through Hux, his body rigid with hatred for me and everything he believed I stood for. That would pass. I kissed his chest again, putting my fingertips against his dry lips shushing him as he went to speak.

"You've felt pain every day of your life, I bet it's your daily companion, why would I bring you pain? I've got a much better idea" He was silent, telling himself I expected that he was only enduring my caresses, not enjoying them. But he was enjoying them, I could feel a growing hardness pushing up against me, making me slick with desire.

Holding myself close into him with one hand, I let the other brush down him, relishing the damp hardness of his pale muscled body till I paused at the band of his trousers.

Hux had grown still, wary, angry still I knew but also on the back foot, still unable to understand what my intentions could be. Perhaps he thought I was setting him up just to humiliate him, I'd already sensed an edge to his aggression that hinted a lack of confidence. If he thought that he underestimated just how much I wanted him from the moment I had seen him. And part of winning his trust would be showing him that my intentions, in that respect at least, were honest.

The hot hardness against my core was increasing by the moment, only intensifying my own growing heat. I could feel how wet I was, and cursed my lack of control. I had wanted to draw this out, tease him, but my own impatience was driving me on. My hand fumbled to release him from his trousers, and I silently thanked whatever gods were listening that he, like me, wasn't wearing any underwear. A groan of pleasure escaped his lips as I softly stroked the long hard length of him, pleased that his blindfold hide my smile of delight, He was big, bigger than I had hoped, and all I could think of was having him inside me. Even if the plan failed, gods, even if I was caught, I would never regret this. I had never had any impulse control, and thank fuck for that.

"You will pay for these indignities " he hissed again, but his words lacked conviction as my hand cupped and massaged his balls.

"Stop talking" my words were a whisper and then a moan as I impaled myself on him, releasing a deep groan from Hux in return. Watching his face it was clear that he was hating me and himself in equal measure for breaking through his mask of control but that didn't stop him arching his back up to meet me.

I sat motionless for as long as I could bear it, allowed myself the joy of feeling gloriously filled by him. My arms were wrapped over his shoulders, taking all he had to give inside me, my face nestled into his neck. I could feel the hammer of his heartbeat on my cheek.

This is what I had needed for so long. Maybe I'd been damaged by my childhood that held too many similarities to Hux's, except the only allegiance I'd developed was to self preservation. Or perhaps I was just naturally drawn to the challenge of danger and completely inappropriate men. Whatever the reason, I craved this sense of power over a man who held himself so proud and powerful, watching his resolve unravel for me as I took control. This is what someone like Poe could never give me. I didn't want nice.

But my need to sate my desires was too strong to ignore, and I couldn't resist lifting myself up and driving myself back onto him, slowly, again and again. I could hear whimpers echoing across the room, and laughed as I realised it was me. I fucked him slow, teasing both of us, pulling myself up until his tip was at my entrance and then releasing my weight to drive back down onto him. I was so tight, stretched wonderfully by him, my juices soaking his trousers.

But it wasn't enough, needed more from him, I wanted as much as I could get, so taking a risk I brought my lips hungrily to his, unsure of his reaction to this even more personal invasion of him. His mouth opened to meet mine, and I purred in delight as his tongue dived eagerly in my mouth, biting my lip as we both drove ourselves closer and closer to release.

His shoulders suddenly rolled with movement as his hands came lose and he freed his arms. He must have been working the ropes free since I'd started my game. Clever boy. When he'd been blindfolded I'd told the guards to loosen his bonds, just a touch, just enough to give him a chance at free will. This was the true test of my skills, and I felt a brief shiver of fear.

Hux ripped the blindfold from his eyes, his green eyes catching and holding my gaze as his hands gripped my waist and pulled me hungrily deeper onto him. As my orgasm neared I felt my muscles clench onto him, milking him for all he had as he came at the same moment with a groan, his hot cum flooding into me as a tidal wave of sensation and pleasure overwhelmed me.

Spent and panting, my hair damp against his chest as I waited for the waves of pleasure to abate as I heard his breathing slowly calm.

I released him and stood up,sticky and legs still shaky, but hyper aware that he was unbound and free. I keep eye contact as he rearranged his clothes, his face flushed. He didn't speak. Weirdly, after all I had taken from him without his consent, I felt a little guilty at the damage I'd done to his tailored black shirt.

Slowly, making sure he could watch my every move, I walked over to the door and reached into the bucket that sat there, pulling out the blaster pistol I'd hidden there on my way in. Hux's eyes grew wide and he moved with surprising speed, pushing me back against the wall with his body pressed against me, one hand on my throat, the other pinning my hand with his, undoubtedly relishing at the sudden reversal of power.

"This is for you" I said softly. "For your escape" Hux's expression moved from hard and suspicious to triumphant, then closed down with resignation in an instant.

"It will never work" he muttered. "even with your undisciplined fighters, I couldn't get out by myself"

"You will if you have a hostage" I said. His eyes widened with comprehension

"They won't shoot, too scared you'll kill me"

"Can you be so sure of that?" he sneered but he released his grip on my throat as he considered the opportunity I was handing him on a plate.

"Poe, the Commander, he's in love with me, he won't risk my life". My words were matter of fact, but were true, and saying it aloud made me realise how little it meant to me. I should have felt guilty I supposed, but instead I felt excitement building inside again at the idea of leaving with him. Hux stared at me, trying to figure out if he could trust me or not – and I couldn't blame him.

"I'll get you to you back to your ship, on one condition" I paused and held the weapon out to him, which he took, aiming directly at me. That wasn't entirely reassuring so I made sure I choose my words carefully.

"You have to take me with you" His eyes narrowed and nodded and went to move away, but he turned and I found myself back with the gun under my chin, pressing me back into the wall.

"Why?" Hux indicated to the chair with a nod of his head and I knew instantly what he needed to know. Why had I fucked him, why not just immediately released him and offered up my plan from the start? It was a reasonable question, and there were many possible answers. I could have told him one truth, that I thought the rebels could never win against the mighty First Order. That was the agreed story with Poe. But, I told him other truth though, the one that Poe had never guessed, and could never imagine.

"I wanted you, more than I've ever wanted someone for a long time, and I was willing to do anything to have you" it was the most honest thing I had said in months. Hux face registered surprise and then an emotion that I hoped meant that my gamble would pay off - pure lust.

I was giving my freedom and even life into the hands of a man I'd only just met, and had no reason to trust simply because I wanted him inside me. My blood began to run hot at the thought of it and I knew that despite all the risk, this was still the right decision.

I turned and let him wrap his arm around my waist, holding my body into him, his other hand holding the blaster to my head. I opened the door, and concentrated on looking frightened. The plan had worked. All I had to do now was work out which side I was really on.