I hope you like this…
So I was working on something else and had this idea and started writing and this happened. This is the first part of chapter one, I'll post the rest of it on Friday.
Did I say that I hope you like this?
There is a brief mention of Cassian, who owns the club taking care of Rey after grandfather Palpatine passes away. and in a way he introduces her to—well, you'll see. But after this first part, it will be our favorite pairing. And then it's only like two or three paragraphs. As for warnings… it's a BDSM club. Rey likes impact play (floggers. Paddles.) but it's not like every scene. Our girl needs an outlet for what she's doing in her real-life job…
I hope you like it! and yes, I'm still working hard on All He's Ever Wanted… and let me know what you think! Do you want more…
"Black always looks good on you, but then, so does pink."
"Pink is like my color, you know? And have you noticed; I don't wear it anywhere else but to the club?"
"Yes, I've noticed, who goes shopping with you?"
"You do," Rey smiles at her bestie, Rose as she turns in her mirror. They are going to their favorite place in the world, Morosis, the BDSM club in downtown Manhattan. Their group of friends discovered it a several years ago, junior year at NYU, when they were looking for a new place to blow off some steam. And Morosis was having an open house.
Through the years since this has become a safe haven for her. After grandfather's funeral, she was sitting in Cassian's office, unable to cry, cuss or move. The Dom fed her milkshakes and held her until she broke. Then he was quiet as she cried and talked for almost an hour.
Always a friend first, he sent her home with orders to talk to her friends and let them help with her grief. And the card of a therapist who is also in the lifestyle who is worth her weight in gold.
So what does a billionaire heiress does to tell her favorite club owner, thank you?
She goes on a shopping spree for new dungeon furniture, of course. Then the text comes-
Cassian: What did you do?
Rey: You got my delivery?
Cassian: Are you coming to the club tonight?
Rey: I was planning on it.
Cassian: Bueno, come straight to my office.
He even scened with her that night. She wasn't worried until he tied her to the St. Andrews cross in the dungeon, facing away from him. He reminds himself of her safe word, then with a flick of his knife, he cuts the pink latex dress off of her.
That night is also when she discovers that she likes edge play.
Bare before him and the rest of the club, he whips designs on her so beautifully, the members are once again begging him to do his impact play class again.
When she's hanging by her wrists because her knees buckled under her about ten lashes ago, he goes to free her. But before he takes her down, he grabs a paddle and gives her ten swift smacks. With her tears running down her face, he sweeps her up in his arms and carries her to his office for after care.
They are silent as he holds her behind his desk, away from the rest of Morosis. "Rey, with the beautiful tears, mi tonda bella. Why did you do that?"
"Sir, can I explain something?" She waits for his nod. "You see growing up, my parents were killed when I was five, then I was shipped off to a grandfather who didn't want me. instead of sending me to a boarding school, only because they were all full, he hired a nanny and bribed the local private school to let me in. then he proceeded to ignore me until I was about sixteen. So, in a way, this place and when I'm with Rose, Finn and Poe is the only times I feel wanted and needed. I apologize if buying the furniture for you the club was bad, but gifts is one of my love languages."
"Oh, mi Bella," murmurs as he pulls her close and kisses her forehead. "You can buy stuff. Just ask first, alright?"
"Alright. You know, that was my favorite dress, didn't you? And why did you have to paddle me too?"
"Order another one, and the club will pay for it," he grumbles. "Now get," he says as he helps her to her feet. "Jyn is waiting."
"Are you two—" she teases as she adjusts the throw under her arms to cover her nakedness.
"I'm not going to answer that. But hang on." He buzzes Talle. "Send Jyn in, please."
"Let me go—"
"Rey—"
"Sir?" Jyn asks as she comes in the office. Her gaze flits nervously between Cassian and Rey.
"Nothing like that happened," Rey gushes not waiting for Sir. "I'm in trouble because I bought furniture. And now, I'm not going to be able to sit down for a week, and I have meetings all week." Cassian is perfecting his scowl tonight by the way he keeps giving it to her. "Am I dismissed?"
"Go home, Pal—Kira." his voice softens after her confession.
"A drink first—yes, juice or better yet, a chocolate milkshake."
"Yes, a milkshake. And sorry about your clothes," he says with a smirk.
"I won't be the first submissive sitting at the bar with a throw around them." She hurries out, the milkshake calls her.
"Hello Kira," Tobias the bartender greets her. She can just tell by the way he grins that he saw what happened too.
"Hello Tobias. Chocolate milkshake please."
Tobias' eyes shift to someone behind her. A low baritone murmurs, "Whiskey on the rocks." Then he walks away to fill their order. Every nerve she has stands on its end as the gentleman behind her claims the stool next to her. "I'm surprised you can sit down."
"Yeah, me too," she chuckles as she meets his eyes. He's wearing a mask like hers, but where hers is lace, his more of a zorro style. And its black leather that matches the leather pants he's wearing. He's wearing an unbuttoned button up dress and it does nothing to hide his washboard abs. She tries to ignore the lust that washes over her. She would let this man do some very wicked things to her. Instead, she asks, "Is this your first time here?"
"Well besides signing up for membership."
"Jumping in with both feet then?"
"I come from the sister club in Los Angeles."
"We have offices there. What club?"
"Reverie."
"Oh, I've been there." Then, "thank you Tobias," she says as he sets their drinks down in front of them.
"What offices?" he asks before taking a sip of his whiskey.
"No, no. Pardon me, sir, I don't even know your name." She meets his eyes and sucks out of her straw. A little smile decorates her mouth as she watches him watch her. "Besides that's need-to-know information only."
"I apologize. I can say the same for me."
She holds out her hand. "Let's shake on it, we'll leave work at work and playtime at the club?"
"Agreed," he takes her hand and after shaking it, he turns it over and kisses her knuckles. "What's your name?"
"Kira. And yours?"
"Kylo Ren."
"Welcome to Morosis."
They each sip their drinks. Then he asks, "Are you going home—"
"Oh," she giggles as she looks down at the throw around her. "I actually have a nightie in my locker." She's not sure what's she's feeling when she says, "Would you like for me to stay?"
"If it's alright with Cassian."
"I heard my name?" Cassian says behind him. "Ren." He greets him with one of those handshakes men do. "Kira—"
"It's alright if I stay?" She looks to Cassian who is looking at her with that stupid eyebrow half-way up his forehead. "We're not going to scene, are we Kylo?" she doesn't wait for him to answer when she's saying to Cassian—"Though after what you just did to me I need to cum." She just says without a thought in her head to shut her mouth. "Oh fuck." She wants to hide her face, but instead she slowly gets down off her stool, adjusts the blanket around her, and faces the men. "I'm going to go change. Kylo, sir, I'd love to keep on talking to you. I'll be back in a minute. Cassian, be nice, please." She then grabs her milkshake and slowly, walks across the bar area to the locker room.
As soon as the door closes behind her, she runs to her locker. Out of habit, she keeps several changes of clothes in her locker. She smiles when she sees one of her favorites. White satin trimmed in black lace, it's actually modest compared to what the other subs wear. She even slips on the panties. But bare feet, of course.
Just in case Kylo decides he wants to be more than friends. Quick look in the mirror and she tries to wipe away her smeared mascara and adjusts her mask. She wishes sometimes for someone she could be herself with and not wear this stupid thing, but then she thinks of grandpa and how disappointed he'd be if he heard of her doing this.
But he hurries back out anyway.
Too many times she's been disappointed. So when she sees Kylo's eyes light up through his zorro mask across the bar, her heart does a strange little flutter. She tries not to hurry but the last ten feet she almost runs to him. "You're still here."
"I told you I would be," he murmurs, an unspoken question on his lips.
Her eyes never leave his when she says, "Hey, Tobias?"
"Yeah?"
"Is anyone in the living room-room or the office?"
"No, Kira. Both are open. Which one would you like for me to put you down for?"
"Living room?" Kylo answers.
"Living room, Tobias."
"You got it babe," he teases.
"Thank you." Rey grabs Kylo's hand and he stands to follow her. Damn he's tall. Well over six-foot-something tall. "Have you been up here yet?" She leads him to the freight elevator leading up.
"Once, when Cassian showed me around the other day. I was pleasantly surprised."
"Good, I know as a member I'm proud of our space," she smiles as she nods to some other members and leads him to the second door. "Curtains open or shut?"
"Shut this time. Is voyeurism something you like?"
"Maybe?" She giggles. "But first things first." She walks over to the little table in the corner beside the television. "A lot of subs chose this room to negotiate in. It's easier with a normal looking room rather than a dungeon. But then our dungeon is amazing!"
"That makes sense," he says as he claims the other chair. "Alright, first things first, masks stay on?"
"I think so, at least for now. What are your hard limits?"
"Tell me yours first?" He softly commands.
"The usual ones. No bodily fluids except for semen. And spit," she giggles. "Please don't spit in my mouth. Mouths are for kissing."
She loves that he flushes as pink as she feels herself getting.
"I agree to those. And impact play. Yes?" He asks.
"No canes, I work in a professional environment and have to maintain a certain level of professionalism. So no visible bruises including my legs. and don't hit me in the face."
"Wouldn't dream of it," he replies. "Anything else?"
"Don't be afraid to safe word. And if I have to—"
"I understand. And now likes. What do you like?" She whispers.
"A willing sub under me telling me how much she adores me."
"Alright," she chuckles. "I'll see what I can do. I'm on the pill and I'm clean."
"Me too, clean that is. I'm not on the pill."
"Alright." she giggles and her heart flips when she sees his dimples. "What shall I call you?"
"What do you want to call me?"
"Master? Master Kylo?"
"I like that. I'll call you Kitten or Bunny?"
"Kitten."
"Anything else?" he murmurs. As he talks the mood in the room shifts from something playful to seductive. It's like someone has flipped a switch.
"Yes. Always treat me with respect?" Her heart tings as she pushes bad memoires aside. "And I'll do the same to you."
"I like that." He looks around the room. "Shall we move to the couch?" Suddenly nervous, more than she normally is with a new partner she nods. But as soon as she stands, he takes her hand. "Why are you nervous?"
"I'm not sure?" She looks up into his whiskey-colored eyes and something tells her that he could utterly destroy her. But there's more—so much more. Everything she's ever wanted, there in his eyes. "But I think it'll be wonderful."
"Wonderful, Kitten?
"Wonderful." She tugs him towards the couch, and she loves that he follows her so easily. Somehow, she knows to ease the shirt off his shoulders and fold it neatly on the sectional. It feels like he wants her to be more than she normally is with a new playmate, and she wants to too. She takes his hand that's still in hers and brings it to her lips. The press of her lips in the back of his hand fills her nose with his scent. She can't describe it, but she knows from now on, she'll never forget it.
Then because that same voice deep inside her that she follows whenever she can, she rests her cheek on his hand. But then he moves his hand away and in that moment, she worries that she did something wrong. His smile is gentle as he returns so he can cup her cheek.
Her eyes flutter shut as she nuzzles into his palm so she can enjoy his touch, his caress.
"You are so beautiful. I can't believe you chose me," his murmur makes her smile. Her eyes open to take him in.
"I could say the same for you."
"Me? I'm nobody special," he admits.
"You? I can tell by looking at you—" his lips crash into hers, stopping all rational thoughts from her head. His kiss doesn't last long because he's backing up until the backs of his legs hit the couch.
"Unbutton my pants, please?" he whispers. Her fingers separate him from his waistband, and she quickly finds the button that holds them in place. He starts to help—but she shoos his hands away.
"Sit Master?" she coos.
Then he sits.
"Can I take your boots off, Master?"
"Yes, you may Kitten," he murmurs. Thus begins the dance that is BDSM. The give and take, the fantasy she gets to escape to for a little bit each week. This is why she's here.
To get away from her memories.
And as her therapist would say, we'll talk about the daddy issues when we get over the grandfather issues.
His black leather boots stir something in her that she can't name as she sinks to her knees before him. she's the new COO of Palpatine industries of only a couple of weeks, but her favorite place is on her knees serving someone.
She tugs off his boot, setting it beside the other. Then she sets her hands in her lap, eyes cast down and waits.
His white socks stand out against the black shag carpet. Cassian made sure to triple pad it, so subs won't hurt their knees when kneeling. She has to make herself not touch those toes that are so close to her leg—he must be reading her mind because he shifts enough so his toe rubs against her.
"Look at me, Kitten," he almost pleads.
Her eyes look up, and her green ones meet those whiskey-colored ones that she could look into forever—"Yes, Master?"
Just those words on her lips—
"Crawl up here, please." He beckons as he pats his lap. She can't help but to smile as she lifts herself up off her knees. She starts to stand, but he tsks his displeasure. "I said to crawl, just like the Kitten you are."
Her grin doesn't fade, but she puts her hands on his knees and he takes her arms, and they work together until she's straddling him. Before she sits on him, he runs his hands up her thighs and underneath the white satin. He flips the waistband of her underwear. "What's that?"
"I wasn't sure—"
"From now on, no underwear unless I specifically say so."
"Yes Master."
A little grin makes his lip curl up just a little bit. "I can do anything I want, except bleed on you, right?"
"Yes Master?" She answers a unspoken question wrinkling the patch of skin between her eyebrows.
He's then digging in the front pocket of his leathers until he pulls out a pocket knife. The click is loud in the room as he lifts up the satin skirt. A cut here and a cut there, and her underwear slides off.
For reasons she can't explain, that makes her very wet.
"Show me how pretty you are, Kitten," his command is soft, almost a whisper but the heat underneath it all makes goose bumps erupt everywhere.
"Yes, Master," she murmurs as she lifts her skirt up and spreads her legs even more.
"All of you—" he has to stop and clear his throat from where his voice cracked. "I need to see—"
Understanding dawns on her. she returns his grin as she slides her straps down her arms. she pulls her arms out then tugs the bodice of the nightie down until her breasts are bared to him.
"Damn you're perfect." His hands hover then rest on her waist. "Can I touch you?" He mutters.
"Please," she moans craving his touch. She rests her hands over his and pulls until he's where they both want him to be.
"Kitten, there will be times, if you want to keep playing with me that is, where I will tie your hands down and not allow you to touch me. But now, I want, no need you to touch me."
"How's this?" she purrs, touching his chest. He circles her nipples, and she does the same to him.
"There's other parts of me."
"Yes master," she replies. She looks down, in between them. The head of his cock is poking out of the waist band of his leathers. "There you are," she mutters. "Can I, Master?" She meets his eyes and bites back her smile at the need there.
"Yes," he chokes out as she teases him.
"I need you in my mouth—"
"Later," he growls, as he lifts his hips. she hangs on to his shoulders, but he doesn't unseat her. instead, she helps him to pull his pants down. His length springs free, bobbing up to meet her.
"Fuck me, Kitten."
"Yes, Master," she mewls. She grabs him and holds him still as she sinks down on him. "Fuck, Master, you're so big."
"Kitten," he utters before his lips find hers. His hands are on her hips and he rocks her back-and-forth. She's been so turned on by him since she met him, that her orgasm is almost instant.
"Can I come, Master?"
"Yes, Baby, yes Kitten. Come for me, soak my dick with your cum."
"Yes, Master," she gasps as the tingles wash over her, leaving her boneless and a bundle of pleasure.
"Wrap your arms around my neck," he whispers. Noses touch, breaths mingle once again as he wraps his arms around her torso. His lips claim hers as his hips begin to piston into her. A new wave of need washes over her as she returns his kiss. Her fingers intertwine in that amazing mane of hair as another wave starts. She knows her body well enough at this point in her life that she knows these little bursts of pleasure is leading up to a big one.
And as he picks up speed, she knows—a gasp, a moan and she loves that he's not wearing a condom and she gets to take part of him with her—just adds to how she's feeling. Another kiss, a nibble on his bottom lip as he grunts into her—
Breaths mingle—tingles linger as she leans back. green meets amber as he's still hard where he's buried deep inside. the forbidden sentence that she's never said demands to be said.
Instead, she whispers, "When can we do that again, Master?"
His deep chuckle tells her more than she could ask.