After a few moments, the Commander rolled away from her, laying on his side. He stared at the wall and said nothing.
"Ren," Manna murmured to his back.
He didn't respond.
"Kylo," she tried instead.
Nothing.
She ran her fingertips along his spine, stroking the pale skin carefully, savoring how soft he felt. He remained silent, save for a quiet sigh.
"It's all right." Manna chewed her lower lip, then nodded, almost as if she were convincing herself as well as him. "It's all right. It doesn't matter what you thought. Just rest. Relax."
Her hands caressed him carefully, drawing delicate little sweeps of touch over his back. She pressed her face against his skin.
"I'm not afraid of you," she whispered.
He said nothing; Manna kept touching him until she found herself drifting into a dreamless sleep.
She woke and he was nowhere in sight.
Manna gripped the sheets in angry fists and exhaled sharply through her nose. He was gone again. He'd said he wouldn't go, and he'd gone.
She let loose a laugh that sounded harsh, foreign to her own ears.
It was hard to admit she wanted him around. It was harder to admit she needed him to be nearby, that without him she didn't feel like anyone that mattered.
This thought no doubt floated through Ren's mind but Manna remained untouched, unaffected by his phantom hands. She got out of bed, took her shower. She anticipated her daily breakfast - as she'd grown so used to receiving. The stupid, simple routine of her life as a captive, unwanted thing.
Manna walked out of her shower, wet and warm, and was surprised when Ren seized her roughly around her waist from behind.
"Hello," he said, like it was normal, like their interaction was an easy first-date sort of romance.
"What are you doing?" she murmured. He hooked her closer, encouraged by her words, and placed the tips of two fingers at the entrance to her womanhood.
"What you want," the Commander said, and then his fingers were moving so softly, so carefully she moaned in ecstasy.
Ren pressed his lips against the skin of her back, then smiled on her skin.
"This?" he teased, dipping his fingers inside. He used his arm to pull her even closer.
Manna sank down onto his long, slender fingers, waiting for him to ravage her.
But that wasn't what he had in mind. Every time she thrust towards his fingertips he drew back; he constantly maintained a very slight penetration, moving the tips of his fingers ever so slightly, enough to drive her wild but not enough to be... enough.
She tried to jerk her hips away from him, frustrated, but the arm around her waist held her still.
"Allow it." His voice was like warm honey in her ear. Manna sighed, then tried her best to let her body go slack, to relax into his touch.
"Why?" she asked breathlessly.
"Because," Ren hissed, the tips of his lips brushing the lobe of her ear and making her shiver all over, "it's what you want. You just don't know it yet."
His fingers moved expertly between her legs. They were only dipping in about half an inch but moving around in a careful sort of pattern; he knew he was turning her on beyond belief. Manna closed her eyes, still bent over and held captive by the Commander, and tried to send him a vision -
But it was cut off so fast that she jerked against him, startled.
"You're not going to control this, silly thing." The arm around her waist tightened, the fingers between her legs pumped just a little harder. "This is about you. And about what you want." There was a brief, tense pause, and when he spoke again he sounded nearly breathless. "Tell me what you want."
His fingers moved just a little faster. Manna's hips shifted uncontrollably into his touch; what he was doing was perfectly terrible. He was caressing her sex in a way that was nearly enough... but just short of it. The pleasure was there... but not what she needed.
Not what she wanted.
"I want you," Manna said, and she meant it. Not because his fingers were teasing her to the edge, not because she wanted to placate him.
Because she wanted him.
"Again," Ren whispered, and she could feel his erection against her backside. He was pressing against her, wanting to enter her but waiting, waiting for her to give him the invitation.
"I want you." When she said it again, she said it with more determination, and she bucked her hips back against him.
He went on teasing her for another minute or so. His fingertips dipped carefully into her warm womanhood, working slowly, making her moan in ecstasy.
She had no idea how long he'd planned on tormenting her when suddenly, blessedly, he placed the tip of his cock against her sex.
"For you," Ren said softly, and then thrust his hips forward with such a tender rhythm that Manna wished she could see his face.
Slow. In, out. In, out. Every thrust felt like a gift, a special kiss on her skin.
She wanted to see him. She wanted to hold his cheeks in her hands and kiss his eyelids, to moan quietly into his ear and thread her fingers through his hair.
He didn't let her do any of this. He held her, bent over, and kept fucking her at a devastatingly slow pace. One arm was wrapped tightly around her waist, the other crept up to knead one of her breasts. He was breathing heavily in her ear.
Manna knew she was about to come. She was about to come and she didn't want to; she wanted him to face her like a man, to stop terrorizing her with the skillfulness of his hands. In response to this thought Ren moved the hand from her breast to her clit, massaging it with a ruthless sort of precision.
"Come now, silly thing," he growled, and to her dismay she did.
She came hard, whimpering like a child, convulsing against him helplessly. Her writhing pushed him over the edge into his climax and the Commander pulled her hips even harder against his as he rode out his orgasm, letting out a strangled cry as he emptied his seed into her.
The warm pulse of pleasure flowed through her, but when it began to fade Manna felt something else. A sense of... defeat.
So he'd gotten his way, again. She'd lost, again. She'd been tricked, manipulated, used... again. But that wasn't all. He had to destroy her.
She wasn't going to let him. She wouldn't be a trophy, another broken thing to add to his list of destruction.
He hadn't even released her yet when Manna said hotly,
"I'm done. I'm leaving. This is enough."
Still inside her, Ren pulled her even closer to him, wrapping his free hand around her throat.
"You think so, silly thing?" he breathed. "We haven't even begun."