The rain continued unabated. It was fully dark now, and even the sign that had cast a dim light in the room had been shuttered for the night. Rey wondered absently about Chewbacca's progress, but was more immediately concerned with her own mission. Strictly speaking, it had been a success. Eyes on - nothing more had been expected of her.

Now she had her eyes on, her clothes off, and she had been under, over, in front of and behind her target. She did nothing by halves.

They lay in the same spot for a long while, exploring one another's mouths. She overcame her shyness and lingering anger at him to trace her fingers down his face, over his scar, tug at his earlobes under his thick, black hair. He drew her close into the curve of his body, propped his head on one arm and kissed her lazily. Her mind was a roiling mess of desire and anger, and he smiled into their kiss at the weak whimper of protest he drew from her as his free hand trailed down her midline to cup her gently between her legs. He could feel the throb of her heart as he held his palm over her, and he broke away to look at her.

"Rey," his lips brushed her shoulder, "How am I making this up to you, hmm?"

She looked at him, her eyes already dark with want. "I don't know," she said hesitantly. She blushed as he raised one eyebrow in disbelief. "I…. don't really know what I like." She refused to say the word out loud, but suspected he already knew anyway.

Besides, that word no longer applied. There were other, better ones: neophyte. Beginner. Pupil.

"You know what to do," he said assuredly. She opened her mouth to protest and he cut her off, "I think you have some distinct ideas about what you'd like me to do to you."

Rey flushed even further and diverted her eyes. The feeling of his hand resting on her sex, the promise of his fingers inside her at his discretion, was making her wanton. "So you could see me, then."

Kylo smirked at her, and she wanted to slap him. "I only saw what you wished I would," he said simply. "I told you you needed a teacher. There are ways."

She grabbed his wrist and tried to remove his hand from her, only to find his arm harden like steel around her. "Kylo," she said with a note of warning.

"Or what," he challenged her. He slipped the tip of his middle finger into her, drawing it from back to front slowly. Her eyes closed and rolled back in her head. He withdrew his hand then, releasing her. "Go take care of yourself," he instructed. "I'll be waiting." He rolled away, onto his back. She got up slowly without looking at him, but he tracked her languidly, admiring her behind as she made her way into the fresher. Even in the darkness, his handprint stood out starkly on her flesh, and his cock leapt at the notion of her kneeling in front of him.

He exhaled deeply and listened to her splashing around behind the closed door. A plan was forming in his mind, a compromise between her unspoken longing for him to control her and his refusal to hurt her a second time. The need to redress his predilections had rarely, if ever, been a concern for him before.

Rey craned her head over her shoulder to look at her backside in the small, dingy mirror. The mark his hand had left was blooming dark on her ass, and she bit her lower lip at the recollection of how strongly her body had reacted to his mishandling. She splashed cold water on her face. It was terribly humid with the rain, and she felt slightly clammy.

Emerging from the 'fresher, her breath hitched at the sight of him stretched across his bed. She would've lain next to him forever, just looking. He caught her looking but said nothing, letting her admire him. She walked slowly back and returned to her spot beside him. Wordlessly, he guided her onto her back, and placed her arms over her head, elbows bent with one wrist on top of the other. He passed his knuckles down the length of her side, and drew each of her knees up so that her feet were flat against the bed. He sat up and examined her, considering his work carefully before widening her legs with a hand to each knee, dragging one heel a little further from the other. He reached over her and grasped the sheet from the tangle of the bedcovers and shook it out, letting it settle over her body and tucking it gently around her, over her chest and under her hips. She breathed shallowly with anticipation.

"Are you comfortable?" he asked.

"Yes," Rey said, and found her voice muted again. When she tried to move her arm she felt the weight of his bond against her wrists.

He watched her silently as the realization of her confinement dawned on her. He pressed her a little more tightly to the bed as she arched her back and tried to move around. Kylo stood and turned on a small lamp on a table she hadn't noticed when they'd fallen into bed earlier. He settled back into the lone chair in the room and propped his long legs up on the nightstand, crossed at the ankle, then pulled the stray blanket across his lap. He hooked one elbow over his head and cocked his head, watching her.

She huffed and attempted to wriggle once more, now noticing the distinct binding at her ankles as well. He relaxed his invisible hold on her torso and let her twist uselessly, pinioned to the bed by her outermost joints. Her knees made a tent with the sheet, and she lifted her hips off the bed in protest several times, only to flop back. The sheet came loose from under her chest and slipped down, exposing one pert nipple to the air.

He wondered silently how long she could keep this up. She struggled several more long minutes before settling restlessly, seeming defeated, but he suspected she was merely resting. Her breathing was labored and he could see a light sheen of sweat that had broken out on her forehead at the effort.

Rey lay back, staring at the ceiling, wondering at the purpose of this trick. She glanced furtively at him a few times, and noticed he'd closed his eyes as though napping while she was trapped here in his bed. She couldn't ignore the feeling of him in the Force, not with him this near. The strange awareness that had begun on Starkiller months ago had changed in quality over time; it had varied widely from a distant ping so faint she was convinced she had imagined it, to a scrambled, static-like hum that she could receive if she concentrated on it, to the steady, palpable stream she felt now. Unlike their first encounters, his energy was a constant, even, almost comforting frequency she could not avoid.

Kylo opened his eyes sleepily and looked at her. She had begun to accept her station and he finally said, "You have strange... proclivities, Rey, do you know that?"

She stared at him darkly, wondering what the purpose of this monologue was. He knew she could not object or interrupt.

"You chafe so easily at your circumstance," he said slowly. "Here, on Jakku…. As you work for the Resistance." He paused, letting this sink in. "I know you're here at their behest, you wouldn't have dared come on your own." He let his hand hang down now, feeling the blood rush back into his fingers. "You think you hate being used by others, but yet here you are."

Rey opened her mouth and and shook her head back and forth in protest, but he held her still with one finger raised at her.

"You're so accustomed to it now, all you can imagine for yourself is for me to use you, too," he said. "I won't disappoint you, but you have to return the favor."

He rose and stood over her at her feet, clenching one fist nervously as he looked at her prostrate body. He grasped the edge of the sheet where it hid her feet and lifted it slowly, folding the excess over her knees, out of the way. He dropped to his knees out of her sight and she stiffened with anticipation as he caught her ankles and dragged her legs further apart.

There was a long, torturous pause where she knew he was looking at her, but he didn't make a move or touch her. She jerked in anticipation as he slid his thumbs up her shins and back down, smoothing his broad palms over the tops of her feet. Reaching up, he threaded his arms through her bare legs and pulled her roughly by her hips down the bed to him, positioning her where she could not evade him. He made a low, quiet noise of appreciation but she could only guess at his expression as he knelt to worship her.

Rey flexed her fingers anxiously, but was still bound at the wrists. She could feel his intent, knew what was coming, but was wholly unprepared for how it might feel. It seemed too obscene to imagine for herself. Her arms were stretched now over her head, and the sheet had slipped further down her torso so her breasts stood up in the cooling night air. She felt the heat of his face and his hair tickling her inner thigh a moment before his hot, hungry mouth met her aching sex. She shuddered at the sensation of his tongue licking between her folds, and felt the weight of her desire crushing her to the bed as he used his thumb to part her more so that he could explore her further. His thumb brushed lightly against the tight knot of pleasure at the top of her cleft and she found he had allowed her the use of her voice as she moaned, embarrassed at the neediness of the sound but unable to stifle herself. He chuckled against her, and the sensation only heightened the near-ecstasy she was already feeling.

He drew back for a second to adjust his position before diving back between her legs, concentrating now on her clit. The salty, heady taste of her desire was co-mingled with a faint metallic taste that he knew to be blood and the sharp bite of his own seed that lingered on the back of his tongue. He lapped at the slippery entrance to her body and occasionally turned his head to place a biting kiss on her upper thigh. At one interlude he swirled his fingers in his mouth before turning back to his task.

Rey stiffened and clenched involuntarily as she felt his fingers at the entrance of her body, tracing back and forth under his chin where he continued to suck at her. She had imagined it so many times, but she mistrusted him after their earlier intercourse. Her body and her mind no longer seemed in sync, though, because even as her brain was cautioning her against this, her body longed for his long fingers inside it. He withdrew his face momentarily as he pressed his hand to her, then steadily, unabashedly into her. Oh stars, it felt strange - better than her own hand and different still than his manhood, but it was less than five maddening curls of his fingers against her before she arched off the bed in ecstasy, crying out a string of incomprehensible syllables, mixed with curses in languages she'd heard at the Outpost and his name, repeating it until it was just a meaningless sound too.

Kylo smiled at his work and kissed up her thigh to her knee as the residual pleasure continued to wrack her body. Their connection was such that he felt slightly lightheaded with his experience of her climax, and the blood pooling hotly in his groin was making him impatient. He was already hard again, and hearing her cry his name only made him want her to do it again. He stood finally, and swept the sheet away from her body with a jerk of his wrist.

He looked down at her and rested his weight partly on one knee between her legs, steadying himself with a hand on her bent knee, taking in the sight of her. She was a magnificent creature: the sharp planes of her body had rounded slightly, breasts fuller now than he'd imagined, and the triangle of her hipbones led his eyes down to the small thatch of dark hair he'd just had his face in. Her eyes were dark with lust as he bent over her and caught one of her nipples between his teeth, brushing it with the tip of his tongue. She exhaled sharply and he realized she'd been holding her breath.

"Rey," he murmured around her breast, "Have I made it up to you yet?" He knew the answer but wanted to hear her say it.

She silently shook her head. No.

"I don't want to read your mind," he warned. "Have you had enough?"

"No," she whispered, "Please…. keep going."

With that, he released her from her bonds temporarily to rearrange her, rubbing her thighs gently where they had begun to cramp from being in one position. He bade her to roll over onto her stomach, then placed her arms alongside her body with her face turned to the right. Grasping her feet, he bent her lower legs back towards her thighs and bound her lightly to the bed again. Her eyes closed and rolled slightly at the sensation of the bonds tightening, and the spike he felt in her desire choked his own breathing for a moment.

Rey lay with her eyes closed, feeling the bed spring back lightly as he got up and she heard him going through his things. Her breath was shallow with need. Their strange congress had gone well past her primitive understanding and veered into territory she was certain was outside the realm of average. Like a day in the desert without enough water, her tongue felt thick with lust for him, and the very notion of having these restraints to struggle against as he did to her as he pleased made her want him that much more.

The room suddenly went dark as he switched off the light again.

He crouched over her prone body, and she shivered to feel the heat of him near her back and her buttocks. He placed a hot, wet kiss between her shoulderblades on her spine, and she shuddered as his erection grazed her rear. He straightened up then, kneeling between her knees.

His gloved hand slid agonizingly slowly up her right, inner thigh.

The damp leather caught against her soft skin, and Rey could not hold back a moan as he grabbed her right cheek in his strong hand. The promise of pain was there in how possessively he held her, and she pressed back into his touch, trying to encourage him.

He released her instead, and brushed his fingers between her legs, then delicately over her already-bruised left side. Again he grabbed her on the right, leaning over kissing the side of her face and her shoulder at the same time. The contrast between the softness of his lips and sting of his gloved fingertips squeezing her flesh was agonizing. He released her from his hold and she heard a soft sound she could not identify. She quivered with anticipation of his touch.

A moment later, it was the sound of his empty glove across her backside that made her jump, a second before the stinging pain registered. Layers of pleasurable discomfort were beginning to present themselves, from the smarting burn on her skin from the light flogging he was now delivering, to the deep-seated ache of the bruises that were forming in her muscle tissue. She had a vague thought of how she'd endure the ride home, and it was followed immediately by a regret that she would ever want to be anywhere but right here.

Kylo paused for a moment, running his thumb lightly over her backside, gauging her. Her breathing had become shallow and he ached with desire to be between her legs again. He popped her with one more teasing stroke of his glove before tossing it on the foot of the bed. Dipping his fingers between her legs, he confirmed what he already knew- she was practically dripping with want. He slid his slick fingers up the cleft of her rear until he brushed the tight knot and felt her stiffen in response. Her expression was clearly surprise, but he wasn't sure if it was in response to the idea that he might take this liberty with her, or to her unexpected desire that she would want him to. He toyed with her for a minute, rubbing his fingertip against her and riding out the waves of shared pleasure as she relaxed into the sensation only to go still again as though she hoped he might stop.

"Fuck," he whispered as she glanced warily back over her shoulder at him. There was nothing to do but that, and he sank indelicately on her back as he lined himself up with her again. He penetrated her easily, and slid practically to the hilt. He smoothed his palm over the side of her face and tucked a lock of her hair away from her cheek as he leaned his weight against her, pressing slowly but steadily into her. He released one of her arms and they instinctively twined their hands together, squeezing and kneading as a substitute for the friction they sought in the lower halves of their bodies.

He refused to give himself the easy pleasure of rutting into her as he had earlier, opting instead for a maddeningly slow, gentle rhythm of building pressure that took them both nearly to the brink before backing off.

Rey began to feel dizzy with need for her release as he filled and stretched her time after time. The pleasure of being full of him like this, of knowing she had given over control of herself to him, felt not like a defeat, but a relief. A lifetime of wariness, of ever-present hunger and loneliness, had unfairly matured her well beyond her age. Giving up control in exchange for this simple, stupid physical fulfillment was nothing, nothing in comparison with that. She would've done it a hundred times more.

Kylo could feel she was close, and he bent his lips to her ear to whisper, "I can't come until you do, Rey, please don't make me wait anymore."

He released her bonds and she convulsed around him, under him, shaking with relief and the sudden torrent of her climax swept him into his own. He arched against her one last time, curling his fingers around her hipbone and pressing deeply into her body, delighting in the filthy string of noises she was making and the sound of their bodies together. Their bond was incandescent, burning, desperate with their shared sense of need satisfied.

They lay conjoined for several more minutes, stroking each others' fingers and cooling their sweaty bodies. He eventually withdrew and they curled together on their sides again.

Neither of them spoke for a very long time.

Rey finally broke the silence when she turned back over her shoulder and asked, "And how am I to return that favor?" She lifted one eyebrow teasingly.

A sly smile played at Kylo's lips. "I'll have to think about it."