A/N: Mature scenes to follow that include explicit sexual content. Please be aware if you choose to proceed. **This one is not for everyone, so please be warned before reading on and skip if you need to.

Tags: High Intensity, CNC (Consensual Non Consent), Spanking, Choking


Just a few days, Kylo had said. It had already been a few days since he left on a secret mission without telling you where he was going and you were already sick with worry.

Not to mention every part of your body ached for him.

To calm yourself from the inevitable overreaction, you took a hot shower and finished a bottle of wine.

"Any day now," you reassured yourself in the mirror as you wrapped a towel around your soaked body. "He'll be home soon."

Your feet padded across the polished, cold floor as you crossed to the wardrobe, trying to decide what clothes were worth the effort for the day. Not that you had activities planned, mostly laying in bed, thinking of him—

You suddenly felt a presence watching you. The hair on the back of your neck stood on end, no help from the cold water that dripped from your hair, causing goosebumps to break out across your back. You hesitated to turn around, trying to decide if you were imagining things or not.

When you finally twisted to get a look at your intruder, you let a soft sigh escape your throat as you relaxed. Vicrul loomed in the doorway, eyes locked on you like a predator who stalked his prey.

"Gods, Vicrul," you brought a hand to your chest. "Don't scare me like that."

He bowed his head respectfully. "Apologies, Lady Ren."

"Have you heard anything from him?" The mere mention of his name revived hope from the depths of your belly.

Vicrul shook his head, his eyebrows furrowed. "No, we haven't heard anything since his ship departed."

You bit the inside of your lip, trying to hide your panic. "I see. Is there another reason you decided to sneak up on me?" You teased.

"Actually," he slowly stepped forward. "I came to visit you."

"Oh?" You tightened the grip on your towel. You had entirely forgotten that you were practically naked, causing a bright blush to cover your cheeks. "Well, as you can see, I don't need a babysitter, but thank you."

"No," he chuckled. "No, you certainly do not."

You and Vicrul had always gotten along. He put up with your antics from time to time, entertained your childish requests, and even looked the other way for you to fulfill whatever schemes you had concocted. He was the only one that Kylo trusted you with and the only one you trusted to be alone with.

"Well, spit it out," you snickered, despairingly wishing you had clothes on.

"I had been waiting for the right moment," he struggled to find the right words as he neared you. "I couldn't say anything to you until he was gone..."

"Vicrul," you narrowed your eyes, examining him. "What are you talking about?"

Something about his eyes put you on edge. Perhaps it was the intensity at which he stared at you. Or maybe it was their expression, somewhere between hunger and determination, that made you realize he had hidden intentions.

"I know you feel it too," his hulking stature lumbered up to you, cornering you between the wardrobe and the wall. "I've seen your thoughts, Lady Ren. I've seen your dreams."

"Vicrul, what are you talking about—" You felt a sinking feeling in your gut, the kind that was a mix of embarrassment and dread.

"I know," he reiterated, his eyes staring deep into yours. "I know that you want me the same way that I want you."

"Vicrul, stop it," you shook your head, trying to find a way around him. Maybe you could make a run for it, did he lock the doors? Your holopad is too far away and he has at least a foot if not more on your tiny frame.

"Since the day I first laid eyes on you," he continued. "I knew I had to have you."

"Why...why me?" You could barely push the words out of your dry throat. Your heart began pounding out of your chest as he brought his hand up to your face, his thumb tracing your jawline to your lips.

"Because I love you," Vicrul's eyes were honest and sincere. "And now that I've seen your dreams, I know that you want me to hold you, kiss you, fill you."

Your stomach flipped as your pulse quickened. You had convinced yourself it had all been dreams, freak-accident of thoughts that had no merit behind them. But perhaps you were wrong— perhaps there was a part of you that lingered on him longer than you had expected.

"Kylo will kill you," You snapped, your fear blending with anger as you readied your feeble defense. "If you touch me, he'll never let you live."

"I don't worry about him," Vicrul shook his head, leaning in close to you. "I am going to take such good care of you that you will willingly come with me. You won't need anyone else ever again."

"I don't want to go with you," You hissed, pulling away from him.

"There's that fighting spirit I love so much," he chuckled, his tone turning dark. "You aren't obedient yet, in time I will teach you. But first, we are going to have to tear that down, break you down, till you beg for more, won't we?"

Your breath hitched in your throat and you sprung into action, attempting to sidestep him and race for the bathroom. Maybe if you can lock yourself in there, he will leave.

"Oh, no, baby girl, where do you think you're going?" he barked and grabbed you around the back of your neck. He tugged with ease until your back was pressed against his chest. His arm wrapped around your front and turned you around to face him, only inches away from your face.

You didn't want to look into his eyes. You felt bitter tears of betrayal welling up in your eyes. Your skin and veins felt cold as you tightened your grip on the towel that barely covered your body.

"It's ok, I'm going to take good care of you. Look at me when I'm talking to you— Look at me," he snarled. You felt his hand on the back of your neck again, this time forcing your eyes to meet his.

Vicrul's eyes felt empty, dark. But your body felt paralyzed as if you couldn't move even if you wanted to.

"Good girl," he said. "If you try to run from me again, I'm going to punish you. And I don't think you're quite ready for that." He leaned his head down and breathed you in. "Mm, I've been waiting to have you, been waiting for the right moment to take you. I knew I could make you mine before, but now that I know...well..." he chuckled again. "Now I know for certain that you've wanted Daddy to fuck you and fill you with my cum and make you mine, huh baby girl?"

"No," You stammered, clenching your teeth. Tears threatened to spill over onto your cheeks.

"What was that?" He growled, grabbing your jaw and squeezing it. "You have a mouth on you, little one...we'll have to fix that, won't we? But first, Daddy needs to take what's his—" before you could fight against his hand he grabbed you around the waist and threw you over his shoulder, storming over to the bed.

"LET GO OF ME!" You screamed, kicking your legs and writhing against his grip. "STOP IT!" The tears ran down your face as you closed your eyes, wishing you were hallucinating, wishing Kylo would burst through the door and strike him down. Wishing you hadn't dreamt a damn thing.

You landed with a thud on the bed in front of him. He grabbed your ankles and pulled you to the foot of the bed. "Stop wiggling," he demanded, "Hold fucking still," he grabbed your wrists in one hand and smacked you across the face.

Stunned, you yelped as pain shot across your cheek.

"Look at me!" Vicrul roared. "I tried to do this the nice way, but now, I'm going to have to do this the hard way."

You preferred neither. You preferred that he politely got the fuck out of your room and never spoke to you again.

"Who owns you now?" he asked, grunting in frustration, but you refused to answer him. To this, you were met with another slap across your face. "Answer me."

"You do," You whispered, your face stinging as red patches sprung onto your cheeks. Just play his damn games, and you might make it out alive to tell Kylo what happened.

"And who am I?" he murmured, you could feel his breath on your skin.

"You're Daddy." You knew the only way out of this was to play along. Perhaps Kylo would come home any second...

"Good girl." Vicrul grabbed the towel from your hands and ripped it open, exposing your breasts. "Mm, look at you, Princess. Ready for me."

Your breath caught in your throat as the cool air brushed against your exposed nipples. There was no more fighting, you could never out-match him. You yielded access and allowed yourself to glaze over. You fell back onto the bed while your eyes found a spot on the ceiling.

His mouth captured one of your nipples, tugging and sucking on it. "Mm, I've been waiting to do this," he growled against my skin, kissing across your chest to my other breast and taking it in his mouth. "Have you wondered this whole time what it's like to have a daddy? Do you remember how you fantasized and dreamt of me ravaging you, fucking you, punishing you? Mm, this whole time I have been patiently hunting you, Princess, you have been waiting for me."

You swallowed and continued looking up at the ceiling, detached.

Vicrul started kissing down the center of your torso, his hands sliding down your sides. "Mmm, oh baby girl, your smell is intoxicating...you're so perfect," his kisses stopped at your pelvis, inches above your center.

In a last-ditch effort, you did yourself a disservice and tried to roll over in defiance.

"Don't you fucking—" He grabbed you by your hips and pushed you back onto the bed. "There's that fight in you..." he grinned and chuckled deep in his throat, he likes a challenge. "But you aren't going anywhere, not until Daddy gets what he wants," He shoved your legs apart, forcing a noise out of your throat that even you didn't recognize. "Mmm, see baby girl, even when you want to fight it, your precious, little body wants to give in to me."

Pushing against your legs with one arm, he leaned down closer to your slit, breathing you in. "Ohh, baby girl, you smell even sweeter than I imagined."

Before you could comprehend or distract your mind you felt coolness slam against your exposed center. At this, you sucked air through your teeth— he was right, your body had betrayed you. Your brain wanted to fight, to run, but your body wanted to melt under him, wanted him to touch you, and take you. You snapped back into focus, looking down at him as he dragged his tongue up your center, moaning.

"Mmm, such a good girl, so nice and wet for Daddy," Vicrul murmured, kissing your clit and sucking it lightly.

Your hips bucked against his lips, your breath hitching in your throat, your eyes closing in pleasure.

"That's right, baby girl," he affirmed, kissing your swollen clit again. "It's ok, Princess, you've been waiting for this, I've been waiting for this...this pussy belongs to me now," he sucked on your clit again, rolling his tongue around it as he slipped two fingers into your warm slit.

You couldn't hold it back even if you wanted to. A moan forced its way out of your throat as your body rocked against him.

"Now you understand," he murmured. He flicked his fingers inside you, sending waves up your body. You felt your muscles trembling, your breath coming faster. "This is MY pussy now, you are MY good little girl, and I'm going to do whatever the fuck I want with my wet little fuck-toy."

"Please," You whimpered. Your legs tried to buck up against his arm that held you down.

"Please, what?" he whispered against your clit again, kissing it.

"Please," You moaned this time.

"Please. What."

"Please, Daddy, don't stop," You cried, feeling more liquid gush around his fingers.

Without saying a word he grabbed your hips and flipped you over in a smooth motion. Your feet hung off the bed as your knees supported your weight. You pushed up on your hands, trying to turn around to see him but was met with his hand around the back of your neck, pushing your face down against the bedsheets.

"I'm going to make you mine, Princess. Now, are you sorry for talking back to Daddy?" You felt his hand caressing your ass, rubbing it lovingly.

Your breath was shaking. "Yes, yes Daddy, please don't hurt me," You whimpered.

"Oh, baby girl...I didn't ask if I was hurting you. I asked if you were sorry," he brought his hand up and back down again, the smack echoing around the room. A whine escaped your lips, feeling the same sting from your face now on your ass. "Are you sorry...from talking back to Daddy?" he said again.

"I—"

"Are you sorry?!" Another smack landed on your tender skin.

"Ow! Daddy- I—"

"Crying won't help you, baby girl, are you sorry?" Another smack brought more tears to your eyes.

"I'm sorry Daddy, please, I won't talk back to you again, I'm so sorry" You pleaded as the words poured out of your mouth.

"Mm, good girl" Vicrul gave you one more smack across your cheeks before stepping back to unzip his pants. "You stay right there, baby girl. Mm, Gods, you are dripping for Daddy, aren't you?"

You felt your insides squirm in anticipation, your pulse quickening in the apprehension of what was going to happen next.

"Don't be scared, little one," Vicrul spread your cheeks and plunged his tongue deep into your slit. Your legs squeezed, feeling beads of liquid dripping down your thighs.

"I'm just going to fuck you so hard...stretch you out with my thick, throbbing cock..." At this, he stood up behind you and you could feel his member press up against your wet lips, the butterflies filling your stomach. "Don't worry, princess," he murmured, pressing more against you. "I'm going to take care of you."

You felt your center give way as he pushed into you, your insides rearranging to fit him. You let out a noise that was a cross between a moan and a whimper as your walls stretched around him. Your body tingled when you heard his groans of pleasure wash over your back.

"Mm, that's it, good girl," he gasped. He sucked air through his teeth and paused inside you for a second. "Gods...fuck, you're so tight," he slid out and pushed in again slowly, his hands grabbing onto your ass for support.

"I— I can't," You cried, both pain and pleasure mixing inside you, your hands clenching the blankets.

"Yes, you can, baby girl...and you will—" Vicrul grunted as he pulled out slightly again and pushed back in. "Mm fuck, yes, you will take Daddy's cock in that sweet, tight, cunt, Princess."

This time as he pulled back, he pushed harder until your ass met his hips, forcing the rest of his length inside you. While he groaned you gasped for air, suffocated by pain and pleasure and adrenaline.

"FUCK baby girl," he growled.

He started a rhythmic pace, in and out, back and forth, pulling your hips back onto him as he pushed. Each time you could feel more juices sliding around his cock, leaking down your legs as he began to pump in and out of you.

"Oh, Gods, your little pussy is so fucking good," he grabbed the back of your neck, pinning you down to the bed. "Fuck you feel so fucking good."

There was no pain now, he was sliding in and out of you with ease due to the amount of juices accumulating inside you. He wasn't wrong though: You were fucking tight and with each time he pulled back your walls would cave in only to be forced open again.

"Breathe, baby girl," Vicrul instructed. You hadn't even noticed your face changing colors. You gasped for more air, your hands tearing at the blankets beneath you. A strong pull began to grow in the bottom of your stomach, something growing inside you that you couldn't control.

"I— I want to— I need to—" You stammered between gasps.

"Are you gonna cum on Daddy's cock?" he challenged, never slowing his pace. "Mm, I can already feel your pussy clenching."

"Yes— yes— please, Daddy," You begged, your back arching deeper into him.

"Oh, fuck, Princess," he growled, his head falling back in pleasure. "Fuck that feels so good— do you wanna cum, baby girl?"

"Please, please, PLEASE!" You screamed, the feeling in your body equivalent of electricity sparking in your veins. Your inner thighs were trembling to keep yourself lifted now, sweat and juices mixing.

"Cum for me," Vicrul commanded. "Cum on Daddy's cock, Princess."

You could only hear your muffled screams of pleasure echoing off the bedroom walls. Your body was paralyzed and your insides felt as they had exploded. Your thighs twitched and bucked against his pounding, and as you closed your eyes you heard his growls of pleasure—

"Oh, fuck, baby girl, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, YES!"

After a few more pumps he slammed hard into you, pulling your ass back onto him and holding you there. A warmth filled your insides and you could feel your walls clenching him while he pulsated inside; milking his sweet cum deeper into your pussy.

"Oh, Princess, look what you did to Daddy," he groaned and caressed your ass once more.

Your breathing began to slow as sensations filled your limbs again. You felt him slowly pull back and out of you, a rush of liquids spilling out. You whimpered at this, Your legs squeezing together.

"C'mere baby girl," he murmured lightly, running his hand up your center. You flinched, oversensitive, and fell onto your side on the bed. He curled up next to you, wrapping his arm around you, and offered his sopping, wet hand.

Instinctively, you took his fingers in your mouth. You closed your eyes as you swirled my tongue, lapping up the sweet, salty, warm liquids he saved for you. You tasted your sweet juices and savored his warm cum in your mouth.

"Mmm," Vicrul signed softly and kissed the top of your head. "I am so proud of you, little one," he murmured against your hair.

Your body was still twitching, still trying to comprehend what happened. His strong arms pulled you in tight to him as if trying to ground you. "Shh, you were so amazing," he purred. As bangs fell into your face he tucked them behind your ear. "Did you like that, Princess? Was it everything you had hoped for?"

You looked up at him and nodded, unable to find your voice. Not that you could find any words to describe how good you felt anyway.

"Good," he smiled and kissed you, plunging his tongue into your mouth. You could taste your juices and felt a twitch of excitement between your legs again. After he broke away, he kissed your nose, then your forehead.

You curled into his chest and felt his pulse against your skin. Closing your eyes, you let your mind drift back to Kylo, who could come home at any moment. A sense of guilt tried to weasel its way into your chest, but couldn't defeat the overwhelming pleasure and bliss that filled your heart as you snuggled into Vicrul's arms. You couldn't be bothered with such concerns, now that your most secret of dreams had come true.