Chapter 5
Rumors of what had happened on the Jalindi mission preceded the return of The Ghost. The relay, which was only meant to have been sliced, exploded, taking an Imperial cruiser along with it. Then there was nothing for three days. A bitter, cold feeling came over Kallus. Bridger's outburst at the last briefing lamenting the Rebel Alliance's refusal to use Saw Gerrara's reckless, aggressive, violent tactics were still fresh in his mind. Days passed and there was nothing more. The Ghost did not return. He had already prepared himself for the news that he thought was inevitable: The Ghost had been destroyed along with the explosion at the relay.
Then when their fate seemed certain to him something remarkable happened. The Ghost had returned. He was tempted to go and see for himself, but instead he let news come to him. Zeb did not seem surprised, and neither did Rex. Why would he be so anxious to see them return? Why should Kallus be so anxious to see them return?
The only thing that Kallus could admit to himself was that he was glad that he was wrong about Bridger, at least in this case. However, a single thought turned to the girl for only the briefest of moments before he squashed it.
The briefing did not come quickly enough. Bridger gave his account of what happened. Everything had gone according to plan until the operation was interrupted by the unexpected arrival a cruiser under the command of Brom Titus, and the subsequent arrival of Saw Gerrara who destroyed the relay and the cruiser together. Kallus had mused at how easy it was to mistake Gerrara's tactics for what he expected out of Bridger. The briefing continued and the mission to the relay had turned into an attack on an Imperial transport, the discovery of a giant kyber crystal, the rescue of prisoners, and the crystal's subsequent destruction along with the transport that was carrying it. It seemed funny that no matter how vexing Kallus found The Ghost crew as an ISB agent, he was equally vexed by them as a member of the Rebel Alliance.
Kallus made his way to the room deep in the temple feeling tired and irritable. All of that changed when he opened the door to his quarters, and was greeted by a welcome sight. She was there, standing in the middle of the room waiting for him. He froze a moment, surprised.
"What's the matter?" Sabine asked.
"Nothing," he responded. He swallowed hard and hit the button on the doorpad, causing it to swish closed.
"I was not expecting you." She pulled off her shirt and tossed it aside before slipping out of her bra, and unable to contain himself for a moment longer he moved forward with a quick, long stride, and wrapped his arms around her, placing a hand on her back and a hand between her shoulders. He bent down to take one of her brown nipples into his eager mouth where he began to suck on it. She ran a hand over his shoulders, and another through his hair, sighing.
"You are going to need to stop that," she said, sounding a little bit disappointed. He looked up at her, lips still locked around her nipple with an arched eyebrow, leaning back to release it from his lips with a 'pop'.
"What's the matter?" he asked her, running a hand over her belly, lightly caressing it.
"Nothing." She grinned. "I just want to play a little game."
He arched an eyebrow as he watched her move over to his footlocker, open it, and sorted through his few possessions, eventually retrieving his black uniform jacket.
"What are you doing?" He asked as she kicked off her boots, pushed her pants and underwear down over her hips, and slipped the jacket onto her bare body, leaving it hanging open.
"I have heard that men like you like to be humiliated. Is that true?" She pulled his black leather gloves from the trunk as well, but did not put them on. She bunched them up, and put her hands on her hips. She stood there, eyeing him with a supercilious air about her. "Well?"
"I have no idea what you are talking about," he denied as he looked up at her from where he was kneeling, but he could not deny to himself that he felt something stirring inside him as she walked over to stand in front of her.
"I heard that you've been bad."
"If I confess will you forgive me?" He asked, licking his lips. She paused a moment to consider her response.
"No," she said firmly. "I will have to punish you... severely.'
He could feel his heart beating erratically in his chest, a chill went through him, his stomach was tying itself in knots, his head was swimming, and somewhere deep inside him a fire started to grow.
"Oh, I've been so bad..." He said quickly.
"Well, you better take your pants off so that we can start."
He bobbed his head a few times, "Yes, ma'am."
He swallowed hard, scrambling to unfasten his belt, kick off his shoes, and push his pants and underwear down over his hips all at the same time.
"Wait… What's that? What did you just say?" She cocked her head, arms akimbo as he flailed, kicking his pants off from where he sat on the floor.
"Yes… Yes, ma'am," he stammered barely able to form the words.
"Wow, you really do like this, don't you?" She laughed at him, and his breathing picked up. He felt his face flushing. Then she moved over, lifted his shirt a little, and looked down at his groin. "Really? Are you hard already?"
Kallus looked down, and sure enough, his manhood was standing at full attention. He could feel himself shaking. Sabine laughed in delight, seeming pleased with this new-found power that she had over him. "You better strip down completely and tell me about all the bad things that you've done."
"I… I've betrayed The Empire…" He pulled his shirt off over his head as he confessed, tossing it away.
"Oh no…" Sabine gasped dramatically.
"And I've joined The Rebel Alliance." He sat back on his heels, and looked up at her.
"Disgusting…" Sabine sneered. "Rebel scum. I hear you're a pervert too. Is that true?"
Kallus's eyes got wide, and he quickly bobbed his head, and said with a convincing tone of shame in his voice, "I'm a filthy, disgusting pervert."
"What do you do?"
"I had fantasies about this Rebel girl. I followed her into the woods, and I made her suck my cock."
"Ew, what else?"
"I think about Imperial women too."
"Like who?"
"Minister Tua… Governor Pryce…"
"Really? Governor Pryce?" Sabine wrinkled her nose up in genuine disgust.
Kallus nodded quickly, reached down, grabbing his shaft, and began to stroke it. "Uh-huh. I hated that condescending bitch. The only way I could stand being around her was thinking about her choking on my cock."
Sabine's face contorted as she tried not to laugh. Collecting herself, she moved over to stroke Kallus's cheek. He closed his eyes, tilting her head toward her hand in response, but a soon as he did she stopped, whipping him across the face with the leather gloves.
"If you think you aren't going to be punished you're sadly mistaken," she warned him. "Get on your hands and knees!"
"Yes'm," he mumbled, and got on all fours. Sabine circled him, and then slapped him across the backside with all her might. It stung, briefly.
"What do you think of that?" She barked at him.
He hung his head, trying to stifle a smirk of amusement and muttered, "Belt."
"What's that?" Sabine cocked her head to the side.
Kallus coughed, clearing his throat, and said a little louder. "Use the belt."
Sabine moved over to his khaki pants, and began retrieving the canvas belt that went through them.
"No, no… There's a black leather uniform belt in my trunk."
Sabine blinked, breaking character. "Won't that hurt?"
"Oh, I'm counting on it."
Sabine's face turned red, and she went to the footlocker and found the leather belt. She coiled it in her hand, looking down at it, and returned to look down at him.
"I don't think I can do this." She was genuinely reluctant.
"Sure you can," He coaxed her, and paused a moment considering. "Just think about how you felt after I left you standing in the woods with that big glob of cum on your chin."
Sabine raised the belt, and brought it down over his backside with a resounding crack! Kallus howled in surprise.
"Fuck!" He reached back rubbing his hand over his ass. He took a deep breath, and looked up at her. "Did you at least wipe it off before he found you?"
She brought the belt down with another crack. He groaned. "Is your pussy getting wet from this?"
The belt tore into the back of his thighs, and Kallus gasped.
"What if it is?" Sabine asked.
He groaned and muttered, "I'd let you sit on my face at this point if it made you happy."
Sabine dropped the belt and circled around to stand in front of him. "Alright."
He pushed up to his knees and shuffled forward, looking up at her uncertainly. She looked down at him expectantly, and he flopped onto his back.
She loves seeing me crawl around on my hands and knees like a dog.
He reached down, and began to stroke himself as he watched her in anticipation of all the things she might do to him, but more with the thought of all the things he wanted to do to her. Still he found himself surprised that if she had told him to he would have gladly kissed Sabine's feet if she demanded it. In that moment she felt so powerful, and he felt like he was so utterly hers.
Yet he needed to remind himself of who was standing over him, but with her black hair, the Imperial jacket, and the way she was making him feel she could have been a younger, more beautiful version of Pryce. He wrinkled his nose for a moment and licked his lips.
She really does not deserve that comparison.
She stepped over him, and lowered herself down to straddle her belly. She put her hands on his chest, curling her fingers through his chest hair, and smiled at him. He smiled back at her and placed his hand on her thighs, running them up her sides, and over her breasts. He pinched her nipples between his thumbs and index finger, and she let out a little sigh of pleasure. She was wet, definitely wet, and that knowledge made him burn with desire for her.
"You think you're good don't you, Agent Kallus?" She raked her nails down his chest. He shivered lightly, and smirked.
The evidence doesn't lie. You love having my cock in you.
He meant to say it, but he hesitated.
"You think you're so damn smart." She moved her hand to his chin, and cupped it, pushing it into the floor. He closed his eyes, and licked his lips. "I could teach you a thing or two."
And that was it, so fast that he even surprised himself, Kallus grabbed her by her thighs, and flipped her onto her back, rolling on top of her. She yelped in pain, and grimaced from the impact, but he did not hesitate for a moment, entering her roughly. She whimpered again and he paused.
"Did I hurt you?"
She sputtered, and sneered. "You'd have to do more than that to hurt me."
After pinning her arm, he grabbed her leg, and pushed her knee toward her chest. Then he thrust into her hard, and deep which made her gasp before letting out a long whine. He began to thrust into her quickly, pounding into her, and soon she was breathless. She reached up, and squeezed his shoulder with her free hand as if trying to gain some measure of control, but he did not relent a moment until she was shaking. Then all at once he stopped, pulling out of her.
She recovered quickly, and blinked as she looked at him.
"Don't stop," she said. It was not quite an order, and not quite a request.
"I do not intend to stop any time soon." He found himself smirking, and he could tell from the look on her face that his tone inspired apprehension. His smirk grew, and he put his hand on her shoulder, leaning a little bit of weight onto it. Carefully he probed between her folds with a single finger, and slipped it easily inside. He pumped it in and out of her a few times until it was joined by a second. She grumbled, and huffed. His smirk turned into a full smile and he curled his fingers upward pressing them into her g-spot and started to massage it firmly. She bucked her hips against his hand and let out a long moan. "Oh, you like that, don't you?"
Sabine bobbed her head, eyes heavily lidded. She was breathing heavily, and her face was flushing. He ground the palm of his hand into her clit. She let her eyes drift shut, and soon she was shaking again, squeezing his hand between her thighs as she ground back against it desperately. He pulled his fingers out of her, and she let out a grumble of protest while he licked them clean. He looked at her thoughtfully.
"Are you going to give my cock a proper sucking now?"
She looked at him breathlessly, considering for a few moments. Then she smirked, and responded firmly. "No."
He smirked back at her, and grabbed her hips, flipping her onto her belly, then pulled her toward himself. She was delightfully warm, and wet as he slipped into her again. He began to pound into her. She pushed herself up onto all fours, and he rearranged himself to change his angle of thrust. He kept his one knee beneath him, and planted the foot of his other leg on the ground to allow him to give himself some leverage. He leaned forward, putting some of his weight on her, and pounded her hard while she shouted nonsensically, deluded with ecstasy, "Arrrrgh! Kallus! You scum! Harder!"
Soon they were both grunting with every thrust. Tired, and faint as she was he had to pause a moment, grabbing her by the back of the collar of the uniform jacket in order to pull her back upright. He gave her ass a little slap, half-playfully, but hard enough to try to bring her back into the moment. She looked back at him. Her expression was glazed over, and half-drunk from lust.
"I want to fuck your ass," he said and licked his fingers, probing her lightly between her cheeks.
"It won't fit," she warned him.
"It will fit." He slipped out of her and lined himself up. "I'll go slow."
She grumbled and braced herself. "Fine"
Slowly he pushed into her, and she bit her lip, stoically. He just managed to get himself inside when he attempted to thrust forward. It was then that her shaky arms gave out and she fell forward, and with him falling on top of her with his full weight, driving him further home. She let out a long howl that consisted more of indignation than pain.
"ARGGGH! KALLUS! I HATE YOU!"
"It's in! Just relax!" He tried to convince her, optimistically. He tried to push in a little further, but she screamed in rage.
He was just about to apologize when a voice behind him bellowed, "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!"
To be continued…
Sabine and Kallus have been discovered! Who has found them and what does this mean for out two Rebels? What will happen when The Rebellion separates these two again? Find out next time!
(I almost did not get this one out on time. I started out writing something completely different. I ended up getting quite a bit done before I realized that it would not fit into the events of Season 4 so I had to cut out what I had written, and jump forward a chapter. I almost did not get this one done for my weekly upload. There will be no more than two more chapters before I either take a break to let Rebels catch up or finish up entirely depending on what I think will be best. So, what do you guys think? Should I finish the story up, or should I continue it on further than that? As always, I love reading reviews, your PMs, and hearing about what you all like and want to see. Thank you all so much!)