Part XI

Kira felt as if she was floating outside of her own body, laying boneless and spread before the man who seemed very pleased with himself. As he slid his fingers from her, he also stood and his hulking form spread over her like an incoming storm. She felt as if she was being wrapped into a thick cloak of darkness and it made her skin tingle, her arm hairs standing on end like just before lightning strikes.

Her chest is still heaving from her release and he nudges the back of her thigh with his knee as he rooted himself on the edge of the bed. Raising his hand, he rubs his wet fingers along her lips and smiled again when she takes them into her mouth without hesitation. She moans around his fingers, licking him clean of her essence.

Kira had to admit that he was nothing like her normal clients. There was something dark and powerful and mysterious about him. She doubted his real name was Ben, or if it was, nobody would dare call him by it. She thought that he deserves a title that would match his domineering aura. But her business was one of discretion and he wouldn't be the first or the last to lie about his identity.

So as he slid his fingers from between her lips, she looked into his deep brown eyes and muttered the name he had given her. "Ben," came out in a low tone, but there was an underlying meaning of gratitude and need. She was thanking him and asking for more, and was surprised to see his breath catch at the simple expression of his name.

He wanted to fall to his knees before her again, bring her to the light time and time again. But his strained cock was screaming for attention. So he wrapped his arm around the small of her back shifting her body higher up on the bed. He climbed over her, still feasting on her afterglow. He pressed his body down onto hers and an expression of excitement crossed her face letting him know that she was ready for more.

With his arm still wrapped around her back, he pulled her even closer and rolled them both over. She immediately shifted her legs, straddling his hips as the shaft of his cock pressed between her swollen lips. She rested her hands on his wide chest and rolled her hips, giving them both the friction that their bodies were demanding.

He gripped her hips, assisting her movements and pushing her further down onto him as he looked up at her with amazement. He wanted her. For her to take him. To control him. To pull from him what he had pulled from her.

Kira let him guide her movements for a few more strokes before she covered his hands in hers. She peels his fingers away from her hips before pressing his arms above his head, the muscles of his biceps flexed, almost ready to protest. As she stretched over him, her breasts fell just above his face, close enough for him to lean up and capture one of her nipples in between his teeth.

Kylo was never out of control, even his moments of rage were calculated. But as her lithe body covered over his, he almost wished she would tie him up and take everything from him. He was completely at her mercy and he had never been so turned on in his life. He wondered at that moment which one of them was truly the mistress.

Slightly shifting her position, Kira moved her hands from his chest to his thighs, giving him a perfect view of her pussy grinding on his cock. Kylo knew what she was doing, teasing him within an inch of his life. But if she didn't do something soon he was going to turn her over and fuck her with the ferocity afforded to the Master of the Knights of Ren.

She could tell that he was getting impatient, his hips and thighs flexed under her, so she leaned forward again, pressing her chest to his and capturing his full lips with hers. In this position, her clit came in contact with the underside of his tip, and she ground down on him, causing his cock to twitch.

Not being able to take any more, Kylo bit down on her lower lip, groaning out his frustration. Kira too was aching to feel him fill her. She wondered if he would stretch her, how he would move within her if she could reach her peak again before he did. Her mind swam but one burning desire pulled to the forefront.

So with practiced precision, she tilted her hips forward, before rolling them back down, bringing his tip to her entrance. There was no need for extra lubricant, her juices covered him and he easily slid between her lips. Still deeply engaged in a searing kiss, Kira shifted again, sinking down on him and taking him into the hilt.

Both of their breaths caught. Him at the glorious feeling of being submerged in her clenching heat. Her at the sensation of fullness, of completion. With his hands still pressed over his head, Kira started to move at a slow rolling pace. She took each of his moans into herself, echoing them with her own sighs of contentment. He fit her like a glove and none of her other experiences could compare.

Rocking back again, she straightens on top of him, somehow taking him in deeper and she gasped at the new feeling. His fingers gripped so hard into the pillows at the head of the bed that he felt the fabric give way. She started to ride him, grinding her clit onto his pubic bone on each forward thrust.

Kylo couldn't take much more, not being able to touch her, so he moved his hands to her hips. He helped with a few thrusts, pulling her hips with more force, a deep 'Oh Gods' came from her throat. With the slight encouragement, her pace quickened, speeding towards her light.

He cupped her breasts, pinching her nipples between his ring and middle fingers, mixing squeezing of her supple flesh, with pulling on her rosy buds. She gripped on to his forearms, holding him to her chest but also using him as an anchor, holding her firmly in the spot that was making her chant his name like a prayer.

Sliding his right hand up her chest and past her collar bone, he wrapped his splayed fingers around her neck, not applying any pressure, but to guide her chin down, making her look at him. "I want you to come again…hard," he said through tight lips with perhaps some Force suggestion, thrusting his hips up to meet her downward pulls.

Kira dare not defy him. With her fingers still wrapped around his forearm, she pressed his hand into her throat, asking for more force. Perhaps it was her rough upbringing, the abuse she sustained from Plutt, her first sexual interaction being an attack, or just learning what her body craved in its cresting moment, but she wanted to feel his strong fingers dig into her neck.

Kylo had to be careful. Usually, when he choked someone it was with the Force and it was to the death. He could see in the girl's eyes that all she wanted from him was to feel controlled, held in place, even with the perceived violent gesture, indicating that he wasn't going to let her go, even when she fell apart.

So he squeezed, not enough to cut off her airway, but her breath did become more shallow. Her movements became almost erratic, her gaze begging. Kylo pulled at her hip and gripped at her throat as her eyes rolled back, her nails digging into his arm and chest.

The sound Kira released was between a cry and a moan as if her greatest pain had been alleviated, replaced with indescribable pleasure. She pulsed around him, with brutal strength, he had to think of the disfigured face of his Master to keep from joining her in her bliss. But that didn't last for long as her light washed through her body to his, acting as a cleansing balm for his soul.

Before she could come down, before her body ceased sending off trembling waves, Kylo flipped her. Her core was still clamped around him as he promptly started to thrust into her. He ravished her lips, stealing her mews and gasps. His body bowing to keep his pace and keep purchase on her lips.

The faster he pumped, the harder he came down upon her, the more his darkness built. He was propped on his elbows, his hands buried in her hair, slightly pulling, needing to feel her tangible under his fingers, as if she might slip right through them.

His unrelenting hips had him pressing his forehead to hers, his cheek scraped against her soft skin. He wanted to rip her apart but make her whole all at the same time.

Kira gasped as she felt something flow over her…into her. It was cold but comforting as if she was standing in a darkened room but knew if she reached out he would be there. So that is exactly what she did, the space between them seemed to ripple like water in zero gravity, but she was able to make contact with his heated flesh.

His abs cinched with his quick and deep thrusts, but Kira's fingers found their way to his left peck, before flattening her palm over his thundering heart. The space around them started to brighten, like the dawn of a newly created world, innocent of corruption. She gazed at her hand, pressed over his life force, dumbfounded.

Her eyes came back up to his face and he was looking into her like he was seeing the sun for the first time, but also not knowing why it rose or how it shone so brightly. She reached up and brought his face down to hers, whispering, "Ben," before joining their lips again.

Kylo grunted out his climax into their kiss. As she had softly spoken his given name, his heart had been healed, his soul scrubbed clean. He emptied everything into her, and she took each drop of his darkness, making him new.

His hips stilled and she cradled his large form. Stroking at the side of her face, he brushed a wayward strand of hair away from her eyes. He was trying to catch his breath and studied her, like the Jedi Holocron that he had yet to crack. He kissed her again as if the simple touch would answer all of his questions.

When he pulled back from her again, he decided to simply ask, "Who are you?"

Kira sighed, having felt the almost spiritual connection between them as well. She was just as perplexed, but also knew that within the next few hours he would be back on his ship, speeding to the opposite sides of the galaxy to do Maker knows what that caused him to be drenched in so much darkness. "I'm nobody," her tone was almost relieved.

Being almost offended that she would say that of herself, Kylo seemed to sink his body further into hers, thinking that if he pressed hard enough they would never part. He reached out with the Force once more, looking for answers but only found his darkness swirled with her light in perfect harmony, in perfect balance.

Sighing with chagrin at the Force for not unraveling the mystery that lies beneath him, he caught her lips again and whispered against them, "Not to me."

So that is all folks! I'm sure I could expand on this story, and I may in the future, but as my dear friend Missing A Muse said, I just needed to do the One Shot Dump and get this out of my head so I could get back to writing First Order Of Business.

Thank you for reading the crazy stories that pop into my head. Please leave me some feedback and let me know if you would be interested in me doing a part two...to see what happens after this...