Mandatory shower scene and graphic content coming up in this one! Again, dodgy consent and chapter told mostly from Kylo Ren's perspective.
Take it as a warning or as a promise. ;-)
Love and hugs!


"Take the robe off." He said.

To his immense pleasure a blush spread on her face and she lowered her gaze.
Ren had led her into the cleaning facilities, consisting of a square room with dark walls, a sink and an open space by the far corner where the shower was.

This deal of hers was never going to be kept by either one of them. She would want to stay around to train for him as much as he would ever let FN-2187 go. But since she had agreed on following his every command for three weeks, he did not intend on wasting a moment of it. After that he was counting on a new and stronger strategy to make her stay. If she tried to leave anyway, he would hunt her to the outer rims of the galaxy.

He kept his eyes fixed on Rey as her slender body slowly unfolded from the robe. The intoxicating curves of her shoulders, her hips and her small breasts became visible once more. It was unbelievable that she had been a virgin for so long.
Finally bare, she held the robe close, covering her intimate parts.
"Drop it."
She did as told, glaring at him while folding her arms.

He started to undress with military efficiency, keeping his eyes nailed on her.
She was so powerful and still so deceptively small.
The conflict between lust and duty was as profound in her as it was in him. There was this change in her breathing and a whisper of vulnerability in her eyes that gave it away.
Ren let the last garment fall to the floor and walked up to her, noting how she tried to keep her cool as her eyes nervously wandered from one place to another. The touch of his hand on her chin was all it took to draw a shaking sigh from her. Their skin contact was no easier on him.

"Turn around." He said, guiding her to the shower space with both hands on her shoulders.
She followed his lead, red down to her neck as he turned the water on and placed her under its rich, sprinkling streams.
Her skin prickled with pleasure under his fingers and prickled further as he started to untie the three tails in her hair. He worked the entangled strands carefully, only pulling her hair every now and then to hear her gasp. But she stood there obediently and allowed him to do it. It was darkly satisfying to know that she could fight him off in all possible ways but restrained herself from doing it.

Once her hair was drenched by the hot water and clung to her shoulders in wavy stripes, he put an arm around her neck in a light choke hold and pressed close to her, paying attention to her breathing. He sensed a fragment of fear, but it quickly gave way to a consuming lust as he slid his hand down her wet stomach and touched her oversensitive sex. She was not emptied of orgasms yet and he would really like to see how far he could take this before both of them were spent.

He pulled her down to the floor with him, seating them in the same position as they had stood. He leaned against the wall, holding his arm just tight enough around her neck to make sure she would not be able to squirm out of his grip. Rey's hands flew up to his arm, hanging on it, but she did not really try to get free.
His hand teased her nipples and squeezed her breasts with the pressure he received the best reaction to. She started to make those little noises that had a very violent effect on his desire. He moved his hand back down and slid two fingers inside of her, as he hardened against her buttocks.

She was still very wet.
Her nether mouth clenched around his fingers, reminding him how pleasantly tight she was. In a moment he would give himself that treat. For now, he pressed his palm steady between her legs while moving his fingers in and out of her, hearing her breathing speed up and her gasps become louder. Her hips rose from his lap, eager to cooperate with his hand. She was close already. Her rapture seemed to vibrate against his palm.
"Should I stop?" he whispered in her ear.
"No…!" she sobbed, desperately pushing her hips down on his fingers.
"If you give in to it, I will do whatever I please with you afterwards."
She let out a long whimper of desperation.
"Come for me, Rey."

He knew it was too late for her to stop the waves of the orgasm from crashing in. She tossed and turned in his lap, her wet spasms pulsating repeatedly until she trembled so hard it was obvious that the climax was becoming painful for her. He did not stop working her until several seconds after, determined that she would not be let off without reaching the unbearable.
When her hips came down and she turned limp in his arms, he loosened the hold around her, kissing and biting her neck.

"You couldn't stop yourself, could you?" he breathed against her throat.
She tried to turn around, nestling her head in under his chin, but he sank his fingers into the delicate flesh of her upper arms and lifted her off his lap.
"On your hands and knees." He said.
The embarrassment radiated from her, but she did as told, anxiously looking over her shoulder as he moved up behind her.

She let out a gasp when his hard limb pressed against her opening, fueling his arousal. This would probably hurt her a little, but then again, she was more than capable of letting him know when it was enough. He gripped her hips and pushed into her. She moaned and whimpered loudly, going down on her elbows for support while he started to move inside her.
She was insanely addictive, contracting tightly around him, dripping from the hot water pouring over her and shifting her hands and knees in the shallow sea on the floor, trying to adjust to let him have his way.
This was going to be over quicker than he had planned.

He put his weight over her, forced her flat down on her stomach and thrust harder. His arm hugged her waist tightly, keeping her from moving too much.
His hand found hers and their fingers intertwined.
Biting her shoulder he came inside her. The sounds she made prolonged the strong, intoxicating ecstasy. It seemed he would never get empty enough.
Completely drained, he finally relaxed against her.

He sensed it then, how vast and burning her need was for belonging. All those years of loneliness had built a nearly insatiable thirst for confirmation and intimacy with others, so much that the slightest gesture of genuine tenderness could make her crawl on her hands and knees for another scrap of it. All this was carefully restrained and hidden behind a hard wall, ensuring survival in environments that was not fit for any kind of living. She had burned herself too many times on people she had wanted to trust and still she had this weakness, believing that everyone deserved a chance. Even him.

Below him, she was gasping. He was way too heavy and still she would not lift a finger to make him move.
A forbidden thing stirred in him, something leaking out of the cracks she had caused when attacking his well armored core with her anger.
He moved out of her carefully and sat up, leaning against the wall.
She rolled over slowly, pushing herself up to sit. She was entrancingly beautiful, her hair coming down in wet strands and her lustrous dark eyes only on him.

He noted a tiny shade of blood in the water under her. She was still too inexperienced to fully handle what he had subjected her to.
The wise thing to do right now would be leaving her there and retreat to the meditation room, contemplating his next action in front of Darth Vader's helmet.
"Come here." He said.
His convictions were waning with every inch she closed in. Had the force sent her to undo him? She laid open to him with her weaknesses, ready to be exploited, corrupted and turned.
He knew what he had to do.

She was so vulnerable when she hesitated in front of him, yet so filled with unwavering determination to handle whatever he was going to put her through next.
He held his hand out to her and she took it and allowed him to draw her in. He held her close with one hand on her head and the other stroking her back, hearing her sigh contently. She leaned her head on his shoulder and put a hand on his chest.
He knew she was listening to his heartbeats.

Everything had gone wrong when he blinked and called for the medical droid to heal her.
What was the nature of this connection to her? Did Supreme Leader Snoke know the extent of it? His old master, Luke Skywalker, had not figured it out. Or if he did, he had never cared to share it.
Ren remembered sitting in the garden outside the Jedi Academy with the little girl next to him. He was showing her how a lightsaber was built, mimicking the process with rocks and pins, while secretly listening to Luke's conversation with the girl's parents inside the building.

"He really looks after her." Luke had said. "They have a connection that is very rare, as if the force is pulling them together."
Her parents were happy to hear this, they said, that their daughter had friends at The Academy. They had asked Luke what such a connection meant and he had sensed that Luke was not entirely sure.
"We are all connected through the force." He had answered them. "Every living thing to every other. But sometimes force sensitive beings can feel their future fate with another being very strongly. Their fates are intertwined, but how I cannot say."
Ren had never had a peaceful nature, but the closest he ever came was, at times, around her. Already as a child, she drew all kinds of emotions out of him, but it was always his weakness for her that kept him focused. Rey was a baby sister to him then, someone with whom he shared a quiet bond that was unshakable. She had seen him and accepted him unconditionally.
Did she remember any of this?

It held no importance now. Ben was long gone.
The question was what he, Kylo Ren, was going to do with her.
In two weeks' time Supreme Leader Snoke had set a meeting with him, expecting him to bring Rey along in an altered and cooperative condition.
Could he excuse his behavior at this moment with anything leading to the fulfillment of his master's orders?
Yes. I am giving her what she wants the most, ensuring cooperation.

Her breathing against his skin slowed down. She moved her fingers to caress his neck, his jaw and his chin.
There it was again. The Forbidden. The thing he had struck down his own father to escape.
She leaned up and placed soft kisses on his cheek and his lips, each one vibrating with affection and tenderness. He kissed her back without intending to. It was like a force of nature, beyond his or anyone's control.
"Ben." She whispered.
He had a start and grabbed her hair instantly, forcing her head back.
"Don't ever call me that again!"

It was time to get out of the bathroom before she had him completely ensnared.
He flew to his feet and wrapped one of the black towels around his hips.
"Get dressed and wait for my instructions." He said. "Do not follow me!"
Without looking at her, he burst out of the bathroom and into the sacred space where his grandfather's relic was. He almost threw himself at the chair in front of it, concentrating with all his strength.
"I need your wisdom now." He said, closing his eyes. "I need your resolve."

As soon as the vision of Darth Vader was coming into focus, it seemed to mutate and change form into her, dripping wet on the bathroom floor, giving him that intimate gaze.
Ren rose, smashing a glass lantern with his fist.
He froze and looked at it in horror.
Never before had he desecrated this room in any way.

He ran out and came to a halt as he met her outside the door, her beautiful face darkened into an angry frown. She was swept in a huge black towel, fastened around her chest, and he could tell her wall was rising towards him again.
"I told you not to follow me." He hissed and kicked a stool beside the door down to stress his words.
"Here. Let me help you." She said.
She lifted the stool and threw it across the room. It flew in an arch before crashing into his computer screen.
"Stop it!" he roared, reaching out to grab her.

She dodged him smoothly with reflexes better than his, and ran to the table where he ate all meals. He went after her and she overturned the table in front of his feet, making him fall over it with considerable ruckus. He was on his feet fast, trained for a lot worse than this.
In the blink of an eye he had his hand up, knocking her down with the force.
She let out a surprised and angry cry.
"Are you afraid to fight me head on?" She shouted at him, scrambling to her feet. "Come on!"
She held her fists up like a professional fighter.

He was not overly excited to fight her in near combat. She was faster than him and overly skilled in using her light weight against larger opponents.
"Put your guard down and come here!" he ordered.
"What if I don't?"
"Then you will break our agreement."
Rey lowered her hands, straightened her back and gave him a reproaching glare.
"I said, come here." He repeated, pointing down at the floor in front of him.
She walked up to him without breaking eye contact.

"You will never use that name again." He said. "It has no meaning to me."
"Then why did you run off?"
"The two things are not related and it is none of your concern."
"Not related?"
She huffed and raised an eyebrow.
"You will respect all property on this base and never again damage it." He continued, trying and failing to keep his voice formal.
Her jaw dropped.

"Are you telling me to respect property?"
Ren took her arm, feeling a nice tingle as he touched the wet skin.
"The discussion is over." He said.
"It's not!" she protested, jerking her arm free.

He sensed how hurt she felt. It was puzzling for a moment and then the connection was made. This was exactly the weakness he needed to take advantage of.
Gripping both her arms this time, he pulled her close even though she tried to stay put. Laying his arms around her, he placed a kiss on her brow. She stood rigid and tensed, fighting with herself.

"Is this what you want, Rey?" He murmured, stroking the nape of her neck gently, kissing her eyelids and her cheeks.
She did not answer. A tear hung from her eyelashes and she bit her lip hard. All emotions in her were at war with one another.
"Because it is certainly not a nuisance to give it to you." He continued, kissing her lips.
"Don't." she whispered, the tear trailing down her cheek.
"But you deserve this, don't you?" he said. "After being alone for so long."
"You…I hate you…"
"Then why did you wreck the interiors?" He asked, still speaking in a low voice. "I recall you were very unwilling to give in to your anger only hours ago."
She sobbed quietly and The Forbidden feeling rushed up in him, turning his feigned concern into something genuine and very, very dangerous.

"Do you want to know?" She said. "I'll tell you."
Her voice was alarmingly calm.
"Because" she continued, "I know what you feel. But you are determined to destroy this because you are afraid."
His blood turned cold.
"You are wrong." He said, hearing how empty it sounded.
She looked up at him then, her gaze boring into him.

"I know you, Kylo Ren. I know your fears and your secrets and why you would never want to let Finn go."
This was turning into a very uncomfortable conversation. He wanted to say something to stop her, but his tongue seemed frozen.
"You can pretend all you want." She said. "You and I both know the truth and it is tearing me apart that you lie about it, even in front of me."
Then she moved in for the kill.
"Finn loves me. And here I am with you."
She lowered her eyes and shook her head.

He should say something. Threaten her to cooperate, order her to be quiet, because now he really wanted to hurt FN-2187. Or he should punish her. As long as he did something.
There was no movement, neither physically or mentally. There must have been worse moments than this. He could just not think of any.
If he crossed over to The Forbidden, would he be able to pull out when he needed it? Would she even care if he did?

She moved out of his arms slowly. Her face was a mask of sadness as she turned away from him.
The things he should not feel spread in his veins like a poison as he moved forward to embrace her from behind. He held her harder than he wanted to, putting a hand on her forehead and leaning his head towards hers.
She stood absolutely still.
"If it is any consolation," he whispered, "you are ruining my life."

After a moment's silence she put her hands over his arms as if to hold them there.
He closed his eyes and tried to imagine it, standing in front of his master with this new weakness at his side, excoriating all he had gained since the destruction of Starkiller Base.
"You have compassion for her!"
Yes. And a lot more to be reproached for.
"Come back with me to the bathroom." He said.
She let her breath out slowly as if she had been holding it.
"I would like that." She said.

The struggle inside him throughout the shower was horrible, but he could see her relaxing and decreasing her reservations against him when he washed her hair and took his time doing it. She needed the attention too much. What had it been like, growing up on Jakku with no one to trust and in the end, no one who cared?
He dried her carefully afterwards, giving her another set of the same military clothes to wear.
While she dressed, he levitated the table to its place again.
Everything was spinning out of control at a frightening speed.
In less than two days she had made a rift in everything he had spent fifteen years to become. He had two weeks to turn her into a willing pupil and right now he had no idea who was in charge of the situation.

The droids delivered dinner soon after and they sat down together at the table. He felt no hunger. He mostly stared at her. She marveled at the food, practically scraping the plate clean, oblivious to the bad quality of military food rations.
"Tell me about Jakku." He said.
Rey put the spoon down and frowned suspiciously.
"I want to know how you survived." He continued. "Tell me."
"Why would you…" she began. Then she seemed to change her mind.
She needed to tell her story to someone. He could sense it. And he was not unwilling at all to know more about her. Also, if he made the right moves, she would not only be more compliant. Maybe she would also forget about the wretched FN-2187.

He had to ask her a few direct questions to get her to speak, but bit by bit her story unraveled. She spoke mostly of practicalities and he could tell there were certain topics she avoided.
It felt strange to listen to her without getting verbally attacked. He lowered his guard and got caught up in the descriptions of how she had learned to bargain, to fight and to gain the respect of every miscreant inhabitant for miles around.
When her words died out they sat in silence for a while.
Then he got up and took her hand, leading her into the bedroom.

The lust for her had built up once more and he wanted to order her to strip in front of him and get to her knees, pleasing him with her mouth. There was a constant sweetness about her that made him want to ravage her even more.
Something stopped him and he looked at her, trying to read her mood.
Before he could say anything, she locked her eyes with his and hesitated only a moment before starting to remove her clothes. A mix of desire, anxiety and insecurity came from her as she let every garment fall to the floor. He had no idea how he managed any restraint.

She walked close and fell to her knees, put her hands on his thighs and looked up at him.
Then, with cheeks blushing, she carefully removed the cloth and took his hard limb into her mouth. He could not have lifted a hand to stop her even if he had wanted to. She worked him with devotion and the sounds she made revealed that she found the act pleasant as well.

It was over within minutes. He held her head with both hands and breathed heavily, not sure about how his legs still carried him after the climax.
He lifted her, threw her at the bed and crawled up with his head between her thighs. She shivered, digging her fingers into his hair. Then he took a firm hold of both her legs, keeping them apart, and sealed his mouth over her sex. His kiss was deep and greedy, sending her into loud moans and gasps immediately. The taste was delicious and so were her trembling and squirming, her whimpering pleas and the hot wetness that met his tongue as he drove it inside her.

When the orgasm came with multiple spasms she cried his name, partly trying to break free from him, partly pushing harder into his mouth.
This time her pleasure did not decline for a long time. One orgasm followed another quickly, until the fourth one was so powerful that she pulled his head away in agony and lifted it up to her mouth. They kissed eagerly, Rey's arms and legs holding him tightly against her damp, naked flesh.
If he had to die, a moment like this would be the only acceptable one.

xxx

Rey practically collapsed into his arms when he spooned her. She was fatigued and bodily satisfied beyond measure. Was it even possible to feel what she had felt? There was no energy left to even worry about her situation. Kylo Ren lay naked with his arm around her, already sleeping. She listened to him breathing and decided not to fight the affection she felt until the next morning. Nothing made sense anyway and she was not going to solve this tonight.
For now, she was fine with pretending that nothing existed outside these rooms.

"Rey. Can you hear me?"
Her eyes flew open. The peace inside her shattered and a stone manifested in her stomach.
"Master Luke. I hear you!"
"Where are you? Are you hurt?"
"I'm alright, but they have Finn. Please, you must help him. The Knights of Ren have him but I don't know where."
"Tell me where you are and I'll come for you."
She swallowed and shut her eyes.

"I have failed you, master. I have failed you horribly!"
"It does not matter. I have tried to reach you for days. Something is blocking my attempts. There might not be another chance. Tell me where you are."
An agonizing moment passed.
"I cannot tell you. I cannot go until Finn is safe. Please, please, find him and let me know when he is rescued. That is all I will ever ask of you. Please!"
"I will find Finn and I will find you, Rey. Be strong and find comfort in the force. We all worry about you."
"It is more than I deserve."
"Rey…"

The connection was broken.
Rey's stomach made several nasty turns. She rose from the warm bed and ran into the toilet, just in time before the sour vomit came out.
Afterwards she curled up on the cold floor, trying to get the nausea under control.
Tomorrow morning her training in the dark arts began.
She would have to follow all instructions to keep Finn safe and to give Luke time to rescue him. But then what?
Would Luke take her back as his Padawan after learning what she had done?

The pull towards her twin star came again, this time painfully.
She walked to the bedroom and sneaked in under his arm again, pressing close to him. He stirred and held her a little tighter before drifting back to sleep.
It was going to take all she had to hide the information about her contact with Luke.
But once Finn was free, what would it take to separate from Kylo Ren?