Rey awoke sometime during the night; she couldn't say for sure what had roused her, and she was about to sink back into her blankets and let her sleepiness take over again, when she got the feeling in the back of her mind that she wasn't alone in her room. "Hm?" she muttered, a small sense of alarm coming over her.
It was then that she felt the mattress sag behind her, telling her that she was indeed not alone. She was just about to turn and look, when a large, black gloved hand slid over her mouth.
"Shh Rey, hold still, I'm not going to hurt you."
"Professor Ren? What's he doing here in my room?" Rey thought as she debated whether she should struggle or just lie still.
The choice was made for her as she felt his other hand slide under her tank top and over her stomach on its way downward, making her instinctively clench her thighs together and make a small attempt to roll away from him, but the strong hand was splayed over her abdomen, and he had no difficulty holding her still against his body.
"I told you to hold still."
His voice had an amused lilt to it, and she knew the exact smirk he was wearing on his face, also knowing that is carried an unspoken dare for her to try to get away if she thought she could.
Doing her best to suppress the urge to squirm under his touch, Rey waited silently to see what he would do next.
He chuckled softly when she did as she was told "I couldn't stop thinking about you and how you looked with the wind swirling your skirt around you like that. I've told you before that it was far too short to be decent, and you didn't listen."
Rey could feel her cheeks growing red as she remembered the incident he was referring to: he had indeed told her on several occasions that her skirt was too short, and she'd blushed furiously at being told such a thing by her handsome new psychology professor, but it hadn't stopped her from continuing to wear it, especially on the days when she had his class. On one occasion, the weather had been particularly windy, and she had been struggling to open her umbrella, when a strong gust had swept her skirt up around her waist, and as she was desperately trying to correct it, had glanced up and seen professor Ren stand right in front of her with a keen look in his eyes. She was yanked back from the memory by the feeling of his lips on her neck, letting out an involuntary squeal as he sucked lightly on her sensitive skin.
"Please try to restrain yourself, Ms. Rey," he whispered "you'll make this much harder on yourself if you can't obey the rules."
She shivered, but didn't answer, instead doing her best to keep her breathing even and prevent her heart from jumping out of her chest.
When he saw that she wasn't going to resist, his hand continued on its path downward until it reached the apex of her thighs, where they were still held rigidly together.
"Open your legs, Rey."
The order made new shivers run down her spine, but try as she might, her nerves were too fraught to comply, and the barrier remained firmly in place.
Sensing the problem, Kylo's lips returned to Rey's neck, and he began kissing and biting his way from behind her ear almost to her shoulder, making her whimper and start to writhe beneath him. As her attention was shifted, her guard began to slip, and as soon as her legs relaxed, Kylo's hand was sliding beneath the waistband of her pajama shorts, his middle finger pushing aside the crotch of her underwear, and seeking out the wet heat of her already throbbing pussy.
Rey gasped as she felt his finger drag between her outer lips, a sound that was replaced by a small squeal when it pushed through her folds and into her depths until it came against her inner barrier.
There was a low hum behind her as her teacher probed his finger against her delicate boundary, making Rey hold her breath in uncertainty, until she felt his teeth sink into her neck just as his finger pressed in hard, making her body go rigid at the shock and pain of so many new sensations.
He withdrew as soon as her skin was broken, and rubbed his hand in soothing motions over her stomach and hip, as well as dropping soft kisses all over her neck and shoulder, murmuring quiet shushing noises as she fought to catch her breath, her fists curled in the sheets beneath her.
When her breathing slowed, Kylo's hand slid back between her legs, though this time, he didn't immediately push his fingers inside of her. Instead, he focused on drawing gentle little circles over her clit, and making her breath hitch again, but for a very different reason.
Though his hand was still clamped over her mouth, Rey couldn't help the little mewling cries that now fell from her lips; she'd never been touched like that before, or felt all the things he was making her feel, and she was quickly losing the ability to contain herself.
"It's alright, Rey," he whispered in her ear, "let go, I've got you."
As he spoke, he pressed his finger firmly against the sensitive bundle of nerves, making stars explode in front of Rey's eyes, and dragging a desperate moan from her lips, only just muffled by the leather of his glove. She let her body sag against him as the last waves of ecstasy rolled over her, a sheen of sweat standing out on her forehead.
Withdrawing his hand from her still-throbbing heat, Kylo brought his fingers to his mouth and licked Rey's orgasm from them with a smile of satisfaction.
It was just then that he pressed his hips against Rey's back, and she felt something hard and insistent through the thin barriers of their clothes, making her breath quicken again as she realized what it meant.
She was still trying to come to grips with what had just happened and what was about to happen, when Kylo tucked his fingers into her waistband and pulled both her shorts and underwear off her hips and down her legs in one fluid motion.
Rey wanted to protest, but his hand was still covering her mouth, and she was so overwhelmed by everything that had just happened, that she couldn't formulate any words to say what she wanted. She then heard the clink of a belt being unbuckled, followed by the metallic zip of a zipper, and before she knew it, Kylo's cock, warm and heavy, was resting against the small of her back.
Taking his length in his hand, Kylo guided it to her entrance, pressing the head just inside her inner lips and pausing for a moment, before starting to slowly push it inside of her, letting out a deep groan as he did so.
Rey winced, gritting her teeth together at the stretch, though she soon forgot the pain, as she realized the situation: professor Ren, her teacher, had come into her room in the middle of the night, finger fucked her, and was now shoving his cock inside her. How the hell had this happened? She'd fantasized about something like this, but actually having it happen was another thing entirely.
While she had been distracted, Kylo had stopped his movement, his cock being fully seated inside Rey's slick heat. "Ah, Rey," he muttered through gritted teeth "I've wanted to get inside you since I first laid eyes on you, that day you first walked into my classroom. I imagined bending you over my desk and making you scream my name until you couldn't speak." he had been sliding his cock out of her, and just then pressed back in with an intensity that made it clear that he was exerting all his self control to keep from fucking her within an inch of her life. One of his big hands which had come up under her tank top, and splayed across her chest, was teasing both her nipples with a thumb and ring finger, making her shudder against him.
"Your step-father sleeps in the next room, doesn't he?" his voice had taken on a new intensity, and he pressed his thumb against her mouth, coaxing her to open it, and slipping it inside to press down on her tongue when she obeyed "He isn't here, but what would he say if he knew his little girl was getting fucked by the teacher he hired? And in his own house, no less." his thrusts were growing stronger, and as he spoke, he surged into her with an urgency that surprised both of them.
Rey couldn't even comprehend what he was saying; he had gone back to playing with her clit and she was almost at her peak, when he pulled his hand away and came to a complete stop. As he removed his hand from her mouth for the first time, Rey could feel Kylo's body humming with tension.
"Tell me," he said, his voice strained "tell me you want me to take you away from him and belong to me."
Rey writhed against him; she was desperate for him to keep touching her, and would have said anything to get him to do so, the meaning of what he was saying completely lost on her.
"Yes! I want that, I want you."
"Say it Rey, I'll only keep going if you say you want me to take you from here and belong to me."
"Take me away! I don't care, I'll do whatever you want, I'll belong to you, just you. Just keep touching me, don't stop!"
With a growl, he went back to thrusting into her with wild abandon, both of them discarding all attempt at being quiet as they hurtled toward their mutual release.
Kylo was stroking Rey's clit in perfect time with his thrusts, and with one powerful motion, pushed himself into her as hard and as deeply as he could, dragging her with him as he emptied himself, pumping his seed into her with a desperate moan.
Rey, too, let out a final whimpering cry as she felt the hot liquid pouring into her, her inner muscles spasming around his cock and pulling more moans from his lips.
They lay there gasping for breath for some time, before Kylo finally pulled out of Rey, their release spilling out of her as he did so. He slid his hand under the back of her head and turned her to face him, leaning down to kiss her, his passion making her gasp,
"I'm going to come for you, Rey. You'll be mine and no one else's, just wait."
He was gone without another word, leaving Rey to wonder over the implications of what had just happened and what more was to come.