Part X
He forced himself to part from her and his ego stirred when she whimpered at the loss. Pushing at her hip, she slid off of his lap and stood in front of him. He didn't release her, but guided her back another step so he too could stand. "I want to take my time with you…"
"I'm going to have to charge you double," she said breathless with kiss-swollen lips, saying the words almost on instinct, having to charge more when clients wanted more of her time. At this point though she would let him ravage her for free, just to still the burning in her core.
"I don't fucking care." A fire was lit in his eyes and he would devour every inch of her flesh…every fracture of her light.
He captured her lips again, pulling at her life force that swirled just under the surface. He was still unsure if she was Force sensitive or something else altogether and even though he had earned the name Jedi Killer, he would rather keep this treasure tucked away, only daring to admire it's beauty when he felt a pull to the light.
The silk that covered her body was just as soft as the skin under and he wanted…needed to see her. Needed her stretched before him like the last meal of a dying man. He broke their kiss and took her hips, turning her back to him in once swift motion. Running his flat palm down her exposed back, her shoulders heaved for breath.
Finding the clasp at the back of her neck, he bushed aside her hair and sucked on the point where her neck met her shoulder and with a faint click, the dress fell away from her body and pooled at her feet.
Looking over at him, her back completely bare to him, Kira felt that she could gush just at the sight of his hungry eyes devouring her.
"Turn around," his voice seemed to pull from deep in his chest.
She wanted to just quickly spin, to have his hands on her body again, but she knew that was not what he wanted. He wanted to admire her like a fine piece of art. Take in all sides of her. So with a sigh that fluttered in her core, Kira slowly spun on the balls of her feet, her heeled shoes moving easily on the carpeted floor.
Kylo started at her toes, taking in the pale pink polish that adorned them. Her nude shoes were also dusted with crystals to match the dress. Her legs were toned and tan, with a slight glow to them as if the skin was lit from within. She had a neatly trimmed V of hair at the junction of her thighs. He watched her leg muscles flex as she shifted under his gaze.
Her hips were narrow and her bones stuck out just enough for him to be able to make purchase on them with his thumbs. Her abdomen was toned as well, divots in all the right places. He watched her ribcage expand and contract as she sucked in deep breaths. Her breasts were modest, but the perfect size to fit between his lips, nipples rosy and ready. Arms hung at her side, her shoulders held back, almost in pride over her naked form.
Her face was a mix of longing and wonder. Her lips were slightly parted, the lower lip just begging to be bit and pulled. The windows to her soul, her eyes, glowed almost as green as a kyber crystal, hungry for him.
Reaching out for her, he ghosted his hand across her hips, now staring a slow pace around her. Her body sent shock waves through him, like the first time he had picked up his saber. He could feel the power under his finger tips and he wanted more.
Now standing just behind her right shoulder, his hand still making lazy circles over the shivering muscles of her abdomen, he set a course south, fingers running through soft curls and dipping between wet lips. His middle finger pressed into her clit, igniting her.
Kylo continued to stalk around her, his bare feet made no sound. He was the ultimate predator sizing up his prey. As he moved, his finger slipped from between her folds, the inside of his forearm and wrist skimming her waist causing a shiver to run down her entire body.
He didn't touch her as he came around her back, but he was so close she could feel the heat radiating off of his body. The only sound she heard was his lips parting to take in his finger, tasting the moisture that he had taken from her body.
"Beautiful," he said, removing the finger from his mouth, speaking to both her appearance and her taste. Reaching behind him, he fisted the collar of his shirt and drug it off his torso, tossing it around her as it landed on the chair he once occupied.
As his shirt passed around her, she caught his scent in the air. It was rich and dark, but also telling of him living in space and not on a planet. The sharpness of ionized air was unmistakable. Kira waited with baited breath to see his bare chest, having felt it's firmness under the soft but strained fabric.
Finally he rounded and his appearance was not displeasing. His shoulders were wide and strong and she wanted to dig her fingers in to every divot. His pecks were large, bigger than her two hands put together, and they rippled as he rolled his shoulders. His abdomen sturdy, with a valley running down the middle, his hips cutting a V down below his low slung jeans. His entire torso was free from hair and Kira wanted to lick him from waist to neck.
What intriguing her the most though were the stipple and pox marks of long healed wounds. Being a mercenary, he must get himself in too many dangerous situations, she mused. Kira couldn't help herself as she reached out to a rather large scar across his right flank as if he had been shot through with a blaster bolt.
She closed her eyes and ran her fingers over the scar. The skin under her hands read like a tale, quick visions played behind her lids. She opens her eyes with a gasp, "A lightsaber..." she breathlessly said looking up to meet his gaze.
Kylo's head was downturned to her, watching her hands on his skin with rapt interest. No one ever touched him this intimately, but his body belonged to her, at least for tonight. He felt a warmth under her touch and she closed her eyes, a slight pinch between her brows. With her intake of breath and a quietly whispered words, she became even more of an enigma. She had been able to channel memories from just a touch.
She should fear for her life, standing in front of him bare and vulnerable. Somehow this woman had disguised herself from both himself and his Master, the most powerful Darksider in the galaxy. Perhaps her midi-chlorians count was low enough to go unnoticed. But if that was true, how was she able to project suggestions and receive memories with a touch? She was untrained but practiced. She may not even know that what she has is the Force.
He had never been with a Force sensitive woman before and the darkness in him rubbed it's hands together, laughing with a sinister glint in its eyes, ready to take all of her light. She was still looking up at him, her palm flat against his ribs, waiting for a reply. As he took in her confused and compassionate face, he wondered if he could kill her if he had to.
Becoming uncomfortable in his own thoughts, he just pressed his lips together and nodded his head once, confirming her words. Within a second though, the hunger had regained his features and his lips hung apart. "Kneel," he ordered in his normal gruff voice.
The volume of his tone within such a small space between them startled Kira, but she quickly recovered, knowing her place in the matter, and dropped to her knees once more in front of him. Her eyes flitted between his face and the closure of his pants, silently asking if that is what he wanted.
Kylo narrowed his eyes at her but rocked his hips slightly forward, the movement rubbing his hard and sensitive cock against the rough texture of his jeans and he wished to be free. But he was curious and was enjoying his play thing, so he reached out a hand, cupping her cheek and pushed forward another vision.
This one was not of the past, this one had not yet happened, but it soon would. He pictured her, there on her knees, with her pretty pink lips wrapped around him. He watched with satisfaction as her expression went from shock to intrigue, to pure lust.
Kira didn't know what was happening. She didn't know how she had seen visions of Ben being sliced open with the green blade of a lightsaber on a cold and rainy night. She didn't know how he was able to show her what he wanted like a holovid played in her mind. She couldn't explain the buzzing at the back of her skull that was practically leaping with joy. There wasn't much she could understand about the man standing in front of her, but she knew one thing that he did want, and she was planning to exceed his expectations.
When he removed his hand from her face, she bit her bottom lip, reaching for his waist and pulling the button free and the zipper down. Guiding his pants to the floor, his erection sprung free. With loving care, Kira ran her hands down the backs of his thigh to his calf, pulling up slightly, wordlessly instructing him to lift his foot. Left, then right, she removed his feet from the pooling material. Folding the pants almost perfectly, they were placed on the chair along with his other clothing.
He stood naked before her, as she sat back on her heels, her face came inline with his muscular thighs and as she looked up at him through her lashes, she took in the shadows that were cast by the flexing movements it took him to control his breathing.
Kira placed her left hand on his thigh, while reaching up and palming the underside of his cock, wanting to touch him, but not give him the satisfaction of giving him the pressure he wanted.
The look he gave her was one of impatience. "Do I need to show you again what I want?"
She slightly smiled, almost daring him to show her more, but when his eyes grew dark, she tilted her head back and cupped her lips on the tender skin at the base of the head.
It took everything in his power not to grab her head and slam himself to the back of her throat. She flicked out her tongue between her lips, giving a few strokes before filling her mouth with him. Kylo couldn't help himself in that moment and plunged his fingers into her hair on either side of her head, hissing at the feeling that shot through him.
She looked up at him, just like in the vision he had shared with her, her hazel eyes sparkled and she pushed her pink lips further down his shaft. Even as practiced as she was, Kira was unable to take all of him at once, so she pulled her lips from around him and continued with flat tongue licks from base to tip.
When she wrapped her lips around him again, her right hand came up and gripped around the base of his cock, pulling the skin tight, as she worked him as far into her throat as she could. One of his hands had moved from her hair to cup her jaw, and Kylo could feel her neck pulse with each inward thrust.
"Fuck," he cursed as he yanked her up, capturing her lips with his. He wanted to suck the tongue that had so thoroughly sucked on him.
His hands were all over her, skimming along her breasts, exploring the grooves between her ribs, pulling her by the small of her back into him, then groping her rear. Kylo's lips moved back down her neck, groaning at the small sounds coming from her.
Kira was feeling brave and while she could tell that this man was a leader and was used to getting his way, she also felt that he yearned to be controlled. So she took a fist full of his ebony hair and pulled, detaching his lips from her heated skin. "Kneel," she said with just as much power as he had.
"You would speak in such a way to your future Emperor?" He looked down his nose at her, his hair still fisted in her hand.
Not knowing how to take his comment, Kira decided to put it away for later consideration. Men told her lies all the time about what they did for a living or their future goals. Perhaps this was just a fantasy that he wanted to play out, and after all, that was what she was getting paid for.
"I am your Mistress of the Light," she recalled his words for earlier, "and you kneel before me."
Kylo didn't think that he could be any more turned on. Usually, woman just went about their work, sucking him off for a few minutes and then letting him pound into them until he found his release. But Kira…so full of light, but swirling with darkness, was commanding him. He watched her tilt up her chin just slightly, her face looked regal and even completely bare, she exuded just as much power as if she was draped in the finest silks and dripping in jewels.
He saw her anew. As an equal. Not in the Force, but she could wield him, like the deadliest of weapons, and have the galaxy fall at her feet.
"Do I need to show you what I want?" She asked, throwing his words back at him.
His cock twitched, but he slid his hands down her sides as he dropped to one knee, much like he did when addressing his Master. Oh, if only his Knights could see him now, kneeling to a woman with perky tits and a delicious cunt.
Her bravado wanted to slip as her thighs quivered with anticipation. Instead of throwing herself on the bed, spreading her legs wide and begging him to devour her, she placed her heeled foot on his thigh, "Take them off."
Never had he been instructed to remove a woman's shoe and he looked at the thin straps with indignation. His thick fingers were not made to fool with such delicate clasps, but he was able to slip the encrusted strap from its loop. He placed a kiss to the inside of her thigh as he slid the shoe from her foot.
Kira kept her face calm and placed her other foot onto his bent leg. Just like the right shoe, he attempted to get the strap free of the loop but this one was giving him some trouble. She decided to give him some incentive to finish the task by running her hand down her abdomen and swirling her fingers in her wetness.
His eyes snapped to where she was toying with herself and he yanked the two pieces of strap apart, crystals scattered around the room from the force of it. "I'm putting those on your tab," she chastised.
Slipping the now unwearable shoe from her foot, he growled and nipped at the inside of her offered thigh. Showing his ire at her teasing. She yelped at the sharp sensation and her fingers came away from her heat, he caught her wrist and pulled her hand to his lips, licking the digits clean.
Kylo needed more of her, so in a quick movement, he threw the leg still propped on his thigh over his shoulder, opening her and dragging her closer to his body. She stumbled some, only being perched on one leg, and gripped one hand to the shoulder not occupied by her leg, and threaded the other into his hair.
Their gaze met for just a moment, both of them breathing heavy with what was to come. When she swallowed thickly, he dove into her core, his large nose contorting against her pelvic bone as he sucked, hard, on her clit.
Kira cried out as the string of pleasure was pulled tight. He drank from her like a man lost in the Jakku desert for days and finally finding an oasis. She moved both of her hands to his hair as her hips started to grind against his mouth. Her knees were getting weak and she felt herself almost drop a few times when he ran his teeth along her hood.
Sensing that she would soon not be able to support herself on the one trembling leg, Kylo wrapped a strong arm around her waist and stood. She let out a squeak in surprise as he lifted her like she was weightless, still perched on his shoulder, his mouth never lost contact with her core.
He laid her on the bed, her flushed skin glowed against the white duvet. Keeping her leg over his shoulder, he pulled the other one up, bending it at the knee, and pressed it out to the side, spreading her wide for him. Kylo knelt back down before for her, as if she was his new alter to worship at.
When he went back to her molten folds, she stretched out her arms, fingers flexing attempting to ground her in this moment. Her knuckles went white with how tight her grip was on the coverlet. Her head trashed back and forth, her hips bucking until she felt a heavy but warm arm span her midsection.
His movements thus far had been teasing and it was making her crazy, but he wanted to bring her over the edge. He wanted to see if she bathed in the light or in the dark during her bliss. So he drug his tongue up her slit, sucked hard on her clit, and drove one of his fingers into her opening. She cried out and he had to prevent her from coming off the bed as she convulsed.
Kylo smirked into her pussy and added a second finger, curling them up and pulling at the ribbed flesh just inside. A few more flicks of his tongue had her breathless, unable to make a sound, as she started to pulse around his fingers.
Moving his head back some, he rested his cheek against her thigh, continuing his inner workings with his fingers and taking his free hand to stroke her engorged nub. He watched with rapture as she constricted, her pink flesh drawing him in.
The light…he sighed to himself as her orgasm racked the rest of her body.