Part Three
It's almost a game they play. A hot and cold endeavor, the push and pull of her willpower determining if and when they fuck. When Rey is weak, she allows Ren to have her however he likes. To order her around, tie her up, spank her and slap her. To call her filthy things that would infuriate her under any other circumstances. When she is strong enough to resist, to do the right thing, she rejects him soundly. Sometimes by locking her bedroom door, sometimes by telling him outright that she doesn't want him. If he had any pride he'd quit coming back for more, Rey thinks, rather ruthlessly.
Of course, if she had any, she'd stop letting him between her legs.
Tonight, she's strong and locks herself in her bedroom, but Ren slams his fist against the metal door and says, loud enough to wake her neighbors, "Let me in!"
She ignores him for a long moment, hoping that anger and frustration will drive him away, but instead she hears the sound of machinery being ripped out of the wall. Rey hopes he's simply succumbing to a fit of rage, as he sometimes does. Surely Kylo Ren doesn't have the mechanical skill to unlock—
Her door slides open and Ren bursts into her room, looking as livid as she's ever seen him.
"I'm sick of this," he says. "Begging at your door like a dog every night, waiting to see whether I'll be allowed in or locked out."
Rey stands and hisses, "If you want to fight, at least close the door so half the base doesn't hear our private business."
"I don't give a damn who hears!" Ren shouts, and he strides closer, until there's not an inch of space between them. He's looming over her, broad chest rising and falling rapidly with his heavy breaths, and Rey has rarely felt so small in all her life.
The fury never leaves his face, but suddenly a fierce lust dilutes the purity of his angry expression, and she knows that he wants to fuck her.
Ren pulls her against him, grips her loose hair, and tilts her head back roughly. He leans down, his back bowing sharply, and bites her bottom lip. Hard enough to hurt just a bit, but teasing enough to send a thrill of pleasure through her. Rey's mouth opens further and she makes a soft sound, even as she pulls away, breaking the contact. He frowns, then picks her up, carries her to the bed, and drops her to the mattress none too gently.
If she tells him to stop, he will. Ren may be aggressive in bed, but he always listens when she says no. It's one word, simple enough to speak, but for some reason Rey can't find the will to voice it.
He starts to strip out of his clothes, and she glances at the still open door.
Ren doesn't follow her gaze, but he must know what she's looking at, because he says, "I'm not shutting it, and neither are you."
That order embarrasses her, but then Rey's attention is drawn to the beautiful body he's baring. So tall and strongly built, his every movement deliberate and impassioned.
Once he's naked, Ren climbs onto the bed and rips at the low collar of her nightdress, tearing it right down the middle, rending it to the waist. This must satisfy him, because he smirks—the very same smile he flashed at her the day he interrogated her, and Rey's stomach flips uncomfortably at the memory.
That's not him anymore, she thinks. No matter what name he goes by.
"That was my favorite nightdress," Rey says mildly.
If he's bothered by her scolding, Ren doesn't show it. He rucks up what's left of her torn sleepwear around her middle, then freezes when he sees that she went to bed without underwear tonight. She'd considered letting him in, only to lock her door at the very last instant (so perhaps she had not been so very strong after all).
Ren curses, then plunges two fingers into her sex, working her so roughly that it makes her whimper, the pleasure and discomfort melding together in a delicious way that Rey has become all too familiar with. She bites her lip to keep from making any loud noises, throwing glances at the door every few moments, half terrified that someone will walk by and see Kylo Ren fucking her with his fingers.
How it would please him if that happened, she imagines. The arrogant bastard.
Rey puts her foot in the middle of his chest and pushes him away. Ren falls back to the mattress, and she clambers on top of him, an ache throbbing between her legs that demands his attention. She straddles his hips, guides his cock to her sex. The open door seems to be watching her back as she lowers herself onto him, and Ren makes a needy moan—loud, broken, attention-seeking. Rey rides him, enjoying her rare moment of dominance. As much as she loves submitting to him, it sends a thrill through her to see this great man trapped between her strong thighs, now glaring at her with equal parts anger and desire. Ren bucks up against her wildly, each thrust making her quake with the pleasure of it.
"Hit me," he whispers, and Rey is so startled by this command that she stops moving.
"What?" she asks.
Ren grasps her hand, brings it to his face, and kisses her palm almost sweetly. Then he makes her cup his cheek and repeats, even quieter now, almost like he's ashamed of himself, "Hit me."
Rey slaps him hard enough to make his head turn, and she feels his cock grow harder inside of her.
Suddenly he's flipped her onto her back again, and now he's kneeling between her legs, pounding into her with punishing thrusts that make her shout, open door be damned. Rey starts to rub herself with shaking fingers—but then Ren grabs her wrists and pins them over her head, withholding her release.
"I hate you," Rey says, breathless. "I hate you so much."
"Liar," he says, and that smirk is back, playing around his full lips in a way that makes her want to kiss him.
Ren refuses to give her what he knows she needs to come, instead rocking into her hard and fast, selfishly slaking his desire without regard for anything else.
"Beg," he orders, "or I'll keep doing this all night."
She's so close she could cry from the frustration of it, but Rey is determined not to give him the pleasure of pleading, and she shakes her head.
"Fine then," Ren says, as if it makes no difference to him either way. "I can keep this up all night."
Sure enough, he continues fucking her so hard it almost hurts, pushing her closer and closer to a climax that remains just out of reach. She struggles against his large hands, but his grip on her wrists is like durasteel, impossible to break through.
She won't beg him, she won't, Rey swears to herself, even as tears slide down the sides of her face, warm and wet. Ren presses his pouty lips to her cheek, and his tongue darts out to taste the wetness there, a lewd little lick that makes her shudder with anger and need. He punctuates this obscene, insulting kiss with a particularly harsh thrust. She's a crying mess beneath him, and still pride keeps her from pleading.
"You are a stubborn girl," he says, and Rey loves the admiration she hears in his voice. Then he's kissing her mouth, sloppy with desperation, and she can't help but kiss back.
Ren releases her wrists, but it's only so he can pull away and press his cock to her bottom, guiding himself to a place she's never let anyone have her. He stops, breathing heavily, pale cheeks flushed red with want, and waits for her to let him know whether or not this is all right.
Rey nods, and then he's slowly pressing himself into her, his cock so slick with her wetness that he slides inside of her body easily, but the sensation is so different from before that she has to bite back a whimper. It hurts, and the fullness is overwhelming. Ren slides his fingers into her aching sex once again, and Rey bucks up against him, needing more of his touch. But the movement brings his cock deeper inside of her, and she cries out, torn between conflicting feelings.
"Do you want me to stop?" he asks.
"No," she moans, and is that really her, sounding so broken and desperate?
"Good," Ren says, the commanding tone settled into his voice again.
He keeps fucking her with his fingers and his cock at once, his maddening thrusts too shallow and gentle to make her come.
"Harder," Rey says.
"Ask nicely," he teases, "and maybe I'll give you what you want, pet."
She despises that endearment, and Ren knows it.
"Get off me," Rey says, even though she knows he won't; they set aside a word some weeks ago, for moments like this, and if she uses it he'll let her go immediately. That signal is on the tip of her tongue, but she can't bring herself to say the word.
Still, he fucks her so sweetly and gently that she can barely stand it.
"You're a bastard," Rey says.
"And you're a dirty scavenger with no manners," he returns.
"Not all of us were raised by royalty, Ben," she says, all mock sweetness, and he looks at her with unadulterated fury.
"Don't," he hisses.
"Ben," Rey repeats, just to anger him further.
He takes her more roughly, and she makes an embarrassing squeak of a sound at the twin feelings of pain and pleasure between her legs. He pumps his fingers in and out of her in tandem with his cock's thrusts, hard and fast, and then finally the climax that she's been chasing builds to a crest and crashes over her. Rey shouts, back arched off the bed, legs trembling terribly. Ren pulls out of her and comes on her stomach, his dark eyes squeezed shut, full mouth open on a deep groan.
Not a minute passes before he says, breathless, "Don't ever call me that again."
He's out of the bed, pulling on his clothes, while Rey lies naked and sore, his come pooling on her belly, too hard-used to find the energy to move. "It seems to me you liked it," she says.
Once he's fully dressed, Ren hurries from her room, practically running away.
He leaves the door open behind him.