Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoy this one! Aka, there's smut.

I need to thank the usual's, Sohypothetically, Notanislander and Cole.

"Mrs. Jocasta, I promise you your car is fine. At least it was Saturday when I looked at it."

"But it was running funny—"

"Mrs. Jocasta, your oil change would not have affected how the car steers. If you hit another vehicle, I assure you, it's not because of what I did to your car on Friday. Now, do you still have Green's Bodyworks phone number?"

"No, why would I have that? You're my mechanic, that's why I came to you," Mrs. Jocasta says. Rey has been working on this car since she opened her own shop six months ago and even before that when she worked at the dealership. The more Rey sees her, the more lost and confused Mrs. Jocasta is. "Please, don't call my son."

"I won't have to if you'd tell him."

"He's going to take away my car and make me live with him."

"But then you won't be alone anymore." Rey's heart hurts when tears spring to Mrs. Jocasta's eyes. "I know how lonely you are. Why else do you bring me your car once a month?"

"But there's really something wrong with it."

"Well, now there is," Rey says, motioning behind them where the car sits. Mrs. Jocasta, thankfully joins in Rey's laughter. The bumper is barely hanging on, the light looks like it's been hit with a baseball bat, and there's a dent above the tire well. "I can't fix this. And I'm surprised you were able to drive it here."

"It was hard to."

"I can see that. Let me call Green's, and then I'll call a tow—"

"I can drive it—"

"Look," Rey wraps her arm in a half hug around the old woman. "I adore you, you know that. But I wouldn't let my best friend's grandmother drive that, much less you. Let me help you, and yes I'm going to have to call your son."

"Alright," sighs Mrs. Jocasta. "But you're no longer my favorite," she teases.

Rey smiles and finds Green's number. She quickly explains to them what happened. Once they agree to look at Mrs. Jocasta's car, she calls Han.

"Hey, it's Rey. Do you have time to come and pick up a car for me? It's at the shop."

"Yeah, what happened? Are you ok?"

"I'm fine, it's a long-time client. I'll explain when you get here." Rey hears a truck turning into her parking lot behind her. "And there you are," she laughs when she sees that it's Han.

"I was coming by anyway. Is that the car?"

She nods and hangs up the phone. Han parks and jumps out. Rey introduces him to Mrs. Jocasta then Rey helps him to strap down the car once it's on the flatbed. "Mrs. Jocasta? There's coffee made in the shop if you want to go sit down. I still need to call your son."

Rey waits until she can see Mrs. Jocasta sit down in the waiting area, then she turns to Han. "Why were you coming by?"

"The Kid won't be back until late tonight."

"He called me—"

"Oh good, you were able to talk to him. I wasn't sure."

"He's going to call me when he's ready to come by. He thought it was going to be Tuesday—which is today."

"The airline needed a pilot for another flight. Everyone else was busy or sick."

"Overtime then? Sometimes I miss overtime, but then I remember I'm the boss."

They laugh and Han nods towards the shop. "Is she ok?"

"I think she has dementia. She won't admit it, and the son won't take her to get tested. So, I work on invisible problems once a month, then this." She motions towards the car. "This is the third wreck in a year?"

Han's phone rings, and he checks it. "Let me get this to Green's then." Rey waves as he answers the phone as he climbs up into the truck.

"Well, kriff," she swears. She doesn't want to feel disappointed, but she was hoping to finally get to meet Ben Solo today.

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Rey isn't sure when it happened, but somehow, Wednesday's become her short day. She would much rather it be Friday, but there's just a natural lull that takes place midweek.

She's walking in her little house, when Rose's ringtone buzzes in her pocket. "Hey."

"Are you busy?"

"No, I'm done for the day."

"Well good. Get something sexy on, we're going to Twisted!"

"But—"

"No buts. Kylo's back and he'll be at the club tonight."

She'll never tell anyone how that makes her heart flip. But then her stomach sinks. "I don't have anything to wear."

"Nonsense. I'll be home in a little bit and we'll find you something. Go take a shower and get all the oil off."

"Ok. see you soon." Rey hangs up and her reflection in the hallway mirror catches her eye. She might not have to tell anyone how excited she is, because they'll be able to see it when they see the grin on her face.

"It's a long skirt on me. I knew it would be perfect on you." Rose says as Rey looks at her outfit in the mirror. A lot on the short side, a school-girl plaid skirt that barely covers her backside, paired with a white blouse that Rose tied right under her breasts. "He'll love it."

"If I'm going dressed like this, then you have to too."

"Fine, fine," Rose huffs. "But I'm not wearing my hair in ponytails."

"Who said I was going to?" Rey asks, looking at hair in the mirror. Smooth waves instead of frizzy curls go halfway down her back. "Is there anything special going on tonight?"

"Not like last week. But you do need to get out more and meet more people."

"What am I going to do while you and Hux do whatever it is that you do there?"

"We're not doing that tonight." Rose pauses like she's in deep thought, then continues, "But then the way Armi was talking, it was like Kylo asked for you—"

"What do you mean he asked for me?"

Before Rose can answer, there's a beep coming from the driveway. "Come on, Hux hates waiting on us."

Rey gives herself one more lingering look in the mirror before she grabs her purse and cell. "Here goes nothing."

Tonight, Hillary has on a black leather corset trimmed in lace with a barely there pair of shorts. At least that's what Rey thinks she has on. Rose doesn't give her time to ask before she's dragging her through the heavy door to the club.

There aren't as many people here tonight but there are still some lingering along the edge of the room. The room isn't as dark either, and she looks at the patrons gathered. Some are dressed like Hillary, leather and lace with a whole lotta leg showing. Others were covered from neck to toe in latex. While others… "are they naked?" Rey whispers to Rose.

"The members dress how they like. Usually the naked ones are the subs. While the doms all dress usually in leather." They follow Hux to one of the high tables surrounding the bar. "See that area over there? With the soft carpet?" Rey looks in the direction Rose nods towards. It wasn't there the other night, soft carpet, comfy chairs and some couches. "The subs that are wanting to play wait over there for doms to come and find them."

"That's why Hux has leather pants?" Rey asks with a grin.

"I heard that," he says. "You need some impact play."

"Impact play?" Rey whispers. "Are you talking about spanking? I thought I couldn't do anything until I officially join?"

"If a member wants to scene with you, as like an introduction, then they can do that. It's to introduce you to the club and how it works and all that," Hux explains. "But there's different layers of it, you could say."

"I grew up in the foster system. I've been hit plenty of times by people who supposedly cared about me. I don't think I'd like that." Rey says.

"Sometimes spanking is used as punishment, but more often it's used because a sub likes pain. Like Kiki the other night." Hux's gentleness as he explains it gives her a peek into the man her best friend is falling in love with. "Any Dom worth his weight in salt would take the time while helping you learn about your kinks."

"I would hope so," Rey replies.

"Master Hux," someone says behind them, and they all turn. Rey has to smile when she sees who it is. "I just wanted to welcome you and your Rose and—"

"Rey Palpatine," Rey answers.

"Effie Trinket," she replies. Tonight, she's wearing a scarf that's been twisted into a turban, and what looks at first glance like the coveralls she wears when she's doing a nasty job at the garage. But somehow, Effie makes it look like couture.

"Your name is really Effie Trinket?" Rey asks without thinking. Hux and Rose chuckle, Rey turns red, and Effie smiles.

"Many of the ones who work here and even pursue this lifestyle have aliases." She gives Rey a big wink. "Effie may or may not be my legal name. But while I'm here—"

"You're Effie Trinket," Rey finishes. "That makes sense. I can see why some would want to do that. Are you the owner?"

"No, dear. I just manage it for some dear friends of mine. Are you thinking about becoming a member?" Effie asks.

"I'm not sure. Rose said let's go to Twisted, and here I am."

"I'm glad you're here then." Effie then turns to Hux. "Remember, she can scene, but it has to be with an established member. Or she can wait and schedule a scene later." Hux nods, and she says to Rey, "I know it seems like a lot, but we just want to keep everyone safe. If you know the boundaries, you can be safe."

"Thank you," Rey says, watching Effie go to another group of people.

"Come along then," Hux advises. "Let me finish showing you around." He leads them to the dance floor. "It's still quiet, right now. Wednesdays are more for playing—" Rose grabs his hand and he smiles down at her. He goes to another doorway that Rey didn't notice the other night. "Now this is the dungeon."

She follows Hux and Rose down the flight of stairs. When they stop at the bottom, Hux whispers, "Now this is the dungeon."

Rey isn't sure what she expected, but it wasn't this. The room is brightly lit, and at first, looks almost cluttered. She sees several pieces that look familiar, but a couple that she doesn't. Several doors line the walls, and where there's not a door, there is an overstuffed couch.

Hux goes to one of the open doors and they follow him in. The room looks like a kid's room with a bed in the corner and different toys neatly arranged. "Some people like to age-play," Rose mutters.

"I read a book with that in it—well a couple actually."

"You must share this reading material—" the deep voice she's been dreaming about rumbles in her ear.

"Kylo!" Rey wobbles and he catches her, but doesn't immediately let her go. He's still wearing his version of a Zorro mask, but she can see his hazel eyes as he watches her. He's also back in his leathers but is wearing a Twisted t-shirt.

"How are you?" he rumbles.

"I'm ok. How are you?" she asks

"Tired. Just got in from work." He gives Hux a look, then smiles down at her. "Do you wanna go play?"

"She needs to have an introduction scene," Hux adds. "This is only the second time she's been here."

"We can make that happen," Kylo offers. He holds out his hand, and unsure what to do, Rey slips her hand in his. He brings her hand up to his lips, and kisses her knuckles. "Tell me your deepest, darkest fantasies. And I will do my damnest to make it happen."

Rey stares into his eyes, unable to look away. She does hear Hux say, "Believe it or not, that's his biggest pick-up line."

"Yeah, well it's working," Rey answers. Kylo interlaces his fingers with hers, and leads her to the other side of the room.

"Did Hux show you these rooms?"

"Just the one. What are these?"

"Playrooms." He steps away from her but not far enough away to stop holding her hand. He takes in her school-girl outfit and grins. "I think you've been a very naughty girl, and the teacher needs to have a private conference with you."

"I have?" He gives her a pointed look, and she decides to go along. "I have. Professor Ren? Is there any extra credit I can do?"

"Of course, Love." With a hand on her lower back, he guides her into one of the rooms. The desks look like what they had in high school: a desk with the chair attached. There is a huge wooden desk with a chair in the front of the room that could only be for the teacher. On two of the walls are big chalkboards. Then in one corner, toys that would be in an elementary classroom. He shuts the door behind them. "Now before you get into the headspace of roleplaying, we need to talk."

"Usually those are the worst words to hear," she says with a smile.

He leans on the desk and motions for her to sit down. "In this case, words are good. Now, how much BDSM experience do you have?"

Rey looks down at her hands. "Just reading. And last week."

"Alright," he begins. "Do you know what hard limits are?"

"Yes, absolutes of what you won't do."

"That's it. do you have a vague idea of what might be yours?"

"I'm thinking anything that might have to do with blood or urine. And raw fish. I don't care for sushi"

When he grins, it feels like she won something. He continues, "What about soft limits? Do you know what that means?"

"I'm not sure?"

"Soft limits are things that your Dom could push you on. Like if you don't like anal. But if you have the right Dom—"

"We could slowly work up to it?" she guesses.

"Something like that. I know you probably need to think about those. Effie has some papers that will help you figure them out."

"Alright."

"For now, what do you want us to do?"

"Aren't we going to do," she pauses and motions to their surroundings. "This?"

"Yes, but what do you want this to look like? Do you want us to have sex? Do you just want to do foreplay and you orgasm? Oral sex?"

She can feel her face heating up. "I guess?"

"To which part Rey?" His voice drops and it makes the rest of her come alive. "Do you want me to make you come with my dick deep inside you, or just my fingers while I'm biting your clit? Can I see if I can find your g-spot so I can make you scream my name? I bet your breasts are perfect. I bet I can make you come just by playing with your nipples."

"Y-y-yes," she stammers.

"Which part, Love?"

"All of it?"

His smile is amazing in that moment. Even with the mask on, she can see how his eyes light up. "Do you trust me?"

"No," she answers. Too many memories try to come rushing back. "I can't—"

"It's ok." he watches her for a moment, and she isn't sure what to do. She learned a long time ago not to run away, so she meets his gaze with her own. "You don't trust easily."

"I don't." she supposes she should tell him more, but she just met him, and she has learned through the years that she doesn't have to trust someone to have great sex with them. "But I still want to do this—with you."

"What's your safe word?"

"Safe word?" she echoes. "I guess it's—"

"Red?"

"Orange-bananas?"

"That'll work." He grins. "Let me make sure I understand. I can do anything I want to, your safe word is orange-bananas and you don't trust me?

"I don't trust anyone. And blood and urine and raw fish."

"Yes, you don't care for that." He leans forward and smiles. "I don't either. Can I spank you?"

She squirms in her seat. "Will it hurt?"

"I can make it not hurt as bad."

"Maybe?"

"Are you ready?" He asks. She doesn't miss how his voice drops again.

"Yes. Do I call you sir? Mr. Ren? Professor?"

"Professor Ren," he repeats, testing the words. "I kinda like that."

"Yes, Professor Ren," she says and has to smile with him as he beams at her.

"Ms. Palpatine," he says as he goes around the huge desk to sit in the chair. "You're late."

"I didn't mean to be," she says. "Traffic was awful—"

"You should have left sooner. Traffic is always bad in the mornings."

"My roommate took too long in the shower?"

He opens a drawer and pulls out what looks like a report. While she didn't have to write many reports in her automotive science classes, she did in high school. The same nerves she had back then come rushing back. "Let's talk about your project."

"It was bad, wasn't it? I can do extra credit if you want me too—"

"Did I say it was bad?" Those hazel eyes of his are hard to read.

Her heart still flips though. "N-no?"

"It was good," he says with a gentle smile.

"Oh good." The same relief that she felt that time in tenth grade when she got a good grade on an English paper washes over here. "But I was late."

"You were late." He stands and comes back over to her. He's quiet for a moment, as he watches her. "I think, I shall punish you with pleasure."

Her desire pools at his words. He walks around the desk and opens a drawer. Three skeins of red rope like he used the other night land on the desk. She swallows hard, her mouth suddenly dry.

He offers her his hand, and she takes it. He gently helps her to her feet. "Hands on your head," he murmurs in her ear. She does what he asks, and watches him as he loosens the bundle. The end of the rope lands on the floor, and a warm shiver creeps up her spine, leaving goose bumps in its wake. He then unties her blouse, and starts undoing the buttons. Guiding her arms, he helps her slide her top off.

"I'm so glad that I wore my cute bra tonight," she says. and it's not until he sucks in a quick breath that she realizes she said it out loud. She meets his eyes and snorts when she sees his grin. "I have a habit of talking to myself. Most of it, I do out loud."

"It's cute," he agrees as he trails his index finger along the edge of her underwire cup. "It would look better on the floor," he growls. "But for now, you will keep it on."

She's a little disappointed, but it's probably for the best. She normally wouldn't sleep with a guy she just met, but this one, she's met him twice and he's now seen her cute bra.

He backs up, and she wants to follow his heat. But she watches him as he finds the center of the red rope. He gathers a length before he steps back to her until her bra touches his chest. The rope is smooth, smoother than she thought it was going to be when it touches her skin.

She didn't think she could need him anymore than she already does.

The length that's in his hands, he places above her breasts. She can feel him moving the rope behind her, then he brings it back around. The rest of the rope goes under her breasts, where the bottom band of her bra is. She wiggles, wanting to feel the rope on her skin. He must know what she needs because he whispers, "Next time, love. this is your first time with rope."

"Alright," she murmurs.

The rope tightens just a little as he continues adjusting it. He then smiles before he kisses the end of her nose. He steps away, but only to bring the rope over her shoulder, slips it under the other part that's around her chest and puts the other length over the other shoulder. He circles her, and does something to secure it.

"Damn, love. If we only had more time, I'd tie you up all over."

"Is that a promise?"

"I can make it one," he replies. "How does the rope feel?"

"Good," she says at first, and pauses for a moment. She wiggles her torso, and is surprised. It really doesn't feel bad. But actually good. "I like the way it holds me."

"That's why," he grabs the back of the tied harness and pulls her. The pressure around her makes her smile. "The Japanese did this. The rope is supposed to mimic your lover holding you."

"I can see that."

"Ok, now back to your punishment." He clears his throat. "Miss Palpatine. You were late." He grabs the back of the chest harness and with a gentle tug turns her around so she faces him. "Lay down on the desk."

"Yes, Professor," she whispers. She lays back but before she can get comfortable, Kylo has to move the knots he made. "That's better."

"My favorite student needs to be paying attention to me, not at the bundle of rope she's lying on." He looks her up and down before he says, "As much as I'd like to tie you to this desk, we only have it for a little longer. Plus, this is your first time with me. I want to push you, but not like that." He puts his hand on her knee, and gives it a squeeze. "What we are going to do is called honor bondage. I'm going to ask you to hold still, and you will do you damnest to not move until I tell you to. How does that sound?"

"I think I can do that," she answers.

"Good girl," he praises.

The warm feeling his words give her is strange at first, growing up in foster homes does that to a person. But she finds herself wanting to do anything to get him to say those words again. "Yes, Professor."

He doesn't say anything, but picks up another bundle of rope. The sound of the ends hitting the floor, makes her desire pool in between her legs. She rubs her thighs together, earning a disapproving look from Kylo.

Instead of scolding her, he slips her heels off. Starting at her heel, she can feel the rope that he winds around her calf. At first, she wonders why he is wrapping her leg, but then she feels what could only be his lips kissing her in between the rope.

She picks her head up, trying to see what he's doing, but he shakes his head at her. She lowers her head back to the desk. The more he ties, the closer he gets to where she is aching for him to touch her. But before he reaches her panties, he eases that leg back down.

It doesn't take as long to work the rope on her other leg, but by the time he's done, she's ready to do anything to get him to touch her.

He runs his hands over the ropes on her legs, and she loves how she can feel his touches in between the ropes. She opens her mouth to beg—when he grabs the rope on her thighs and drags her to the edge of the desk. He puts the soles of her feet on the wood, and guides her knees apart.

She can't take her eyes off him. He's rubbing She can feel him rubbing right where her clit is over her underwear. "Professor Ren?" He stops what he's doing, and meets her eyes. "you can take those off."

A wicked look comes into those whiskey colored eyes. At least what she can see through that mask. "I can?" he asks as she slides his finger under her panties, finally touching her there. her eyes roll back and she wants to grind into his touch, but there's a firm pressure on her stomach, holding her still. "As much as I'd love to fuck you," he murmurs, and she whimpers as he continues, "That will come later."

He doesn't give her a chance to ask anything when he does slide her underwear down her rope covered legs. He bends over, parts her nether lips and sucks her clit into his mouth. If he wasn't holding on to her, she would have come off the desk.

What she doesn't expect is his hands coming up to her breasts. He finds her nipples that are impossibly hard and pinches them. She gasps as her pleasure builds and she reaches for him.

He stops. And it physically hurts when his hands drop away from her, and stands up. "I told you not to move."

"But Professor—"

"Rey—" just the tone of his voice makes her shiver. She isn't sure if it's good or bad. "I asked you not to move." He leans down so close their noses almost touch. "I'm going to give you one more chance. Don't move," he growls.

"Yes, Professor."

"I think you need to apologize."

"I'm sorry—"

"Oh no, Love." He moves close to her head, and unfastens his pants. Once he has them loose, he pulls them down enough to free his cock. "Apologize to him."

"You're big," she whispers.

"That's what I've been told." He moves until the head of his dick touches her lips. "Now see what you can do to make him feel better."

"But Professor," she says with a wink before she changes her voice to something poutier, "It's so big. However, will I be able to put all of you in my mouth?"

"A little bit at a time, my dear," he says. She opens, and he slides in. His moan matches her hum as she takes him in. Once he's in her mouth, he smiles wickedly, and reaches in between her legs.

His fingers find where he was a moment ago, and he plunges his fingers deep inside her. Her eyes roll back and she can feel her orgasm coming fast. "Are you going to come for me?" he whispers. She barely has time to nod the best she can with him still in her mouth.

Rey can feel his hand moving faster. Her eyes flutter shut, but his baritone vibrates through her, "Eyes open, Love. I want to see you as you come." Somehow, she manages to keep her eyes open, even when the pleasure hits her like a freight train. She gasps for breath, and that's when he starts to move in her mouth again.

It doesn't take long until he says, "I'm coming, love. Where do you want it?" She hums her answer. "Do you want me in your mouth?"

She isn't sure why, but when she feels him come and it looks like his eyes are rolling back, those same warm fuzzy feelings she's been having the entire time with him, grows stronger. She swirls her tongue around the head and she sees him tremble. He pulls himself out, and she asks, "Was it good?"

"Love, that was amazing." He meets her eyes. "Now it's time for my favorite part."

"What part is that?" She asks as he tucks himself back in.

He offers her a hand then pulls her up. She has to grab the desk as the room spins. When she can focus again, she sees him standing there with a warm, cozy blanket. Without another word, he wraps the blanket around her shoulders, and picks her up.

"How are you feeling?" he whispers as he opens the door.

"Good, really good," she answers, laying her head down on his chest. She lets her eyes close as he carries her to another room. She feels him sit down, and she looks around. They're sitting on an overstuffed couch in a dimly lit room. "Why do I feel drunk?"

"You did reach subspace," he murmurs in her ear. "I was wondering if you were going to since this was your first time." He shifts her in his lap, and he tucks herself into him. Her nose finds the pulse in his neck and she's content to simply lay there in his arms. "Phasma? Can you go into the schoolroom and grab Rey's things? And tell the dungeon masters that we're done?"

Rey didn't realize anyone else was around. but instead of looking, she pulls the blanket up around her ears. He presses a kiss to her forehead, and for the first time in her life, Rey feels cherished.