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I don't live in New York City... but I have visited… Morosis means the stupidest of stupidities.

Several months later….

"Rose, why—"

"It will be ok. You have to let Poe—"

"Poe doesn't know how to handle those asshats from the First Order. Hell, I don't know what to do and Grandfather taught me everything I know." She glares out the window. "He taught us all what to do." Directly across from her and Central Park is Skywalker Tower.

The current bane of her existence.

She doesn't even want to be here, anywhere but here. But until she figures out a way—or should she say until Lando figures out a way for her to sell the family business, here she is. Dear old Grandpa put too many restrictions on, well everything. "Tell me again why we can't let them take over?"

"Because you know how they work. They'll come in, fire everyone, and chop it up and sell off the shares. I know old Grandpa didn't have the best work ethics around, but he did so a little better than Snoke and Ben Solo." Rose says. "Do you want me to call Lando and see if he's found anything?"

"Yeah, if you don't mind."

The phone rings, and Rose just grabs Rey's receiver on her desk like she usually does when she's in here. They've been friends since the third grade when Grandpa got custody of her after her parents died. Their nannies were friends and would meet up in Central Park after school so they could all play. When it was time for school, Rose's father was able to pull some strings and get Rey into the fancy private school in Manhattan, without having to wait on the list for a spot to open. Grandpa's hefty donation probably didn't hurt either.

Impressed by Rose's head for business, Grandpa paid for her to go to NYU's business school along with Rey. It's there they met Poe and Finn. The four of them were inseparable, doing everything together.

What Grandpa loved was how much money the "new blood" as he called them made. New ideas, new direction, the past several years have truly been everything she could have dreamed them into being.

Grandpa passed away almost two years ago. She was sad that he was gone, even though he didn't pay her a lot of attention, he was still family. But with him gone, she could finally turn the company towards more humanitarian pursuits like she always wanted to do. Building orphanages in other countries. Establishing a feeding program in many parts of the world. her favorite? When the employees got to spend the company's money to buy Christmas presents for the poorest of the poor.

But then, here came the First order.

Marching in like the overbearing bullies they are, Ben Solo COO came into Manhattan taking over his grandfather's building, Skywalker Tower like he always belonged there. Perhaps he did. She didn't care. He was more finance while her company was several smaller companies combined under the banner of The Palpatine Building.

A new COO, Ben Solo leads with an iron fist and ideas that feel like it's something she should have thought of. His assistant has called Rose's assistant more than once, wanting to schedule a meeting.

Even Rose is running out of excuses.

She glances down and wants to moan when she sees that it's only four. The club—

"Why don't you go on home? Its Friday, there's nothing else scheduled. Do you want to go out tonight?"

That sentence holds so many double meanings. "You know me so well," Rey replies.

"I was just thinking the same thing," they both say at the same time as they giggle.

"You know that new dress I ordered came in, I think I'm going to wear that—" Rey says as she reaches for her purse.

"Is B.B. going to drive you tonight?"

"I guess. I was wanting to take the Ducati but if he's there—"

"You won't feel like driving. Why don't you do this? call Cassian. Ask him if you can leave it there if you scene and are to blissed out to drive afterwards."

"What time are you going to be there?"

"Nine? If Red comes, that's what time he usually shows up."

"Call me before you leave the house."

"Bye, Honey," Rose calls after Rey as she walks out the door.

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When she was eighteen and started receiving those monthly checks from the interest on her inheritance, the first thing she did was buy her baby. Her Ducati. The sleek piece of Italian genius is her pride and joy. And it's currently humming in between her legs as she zooms in and out of Friday afternoon traffic. It's been ten years since she bought it, and she's never had it out of the city, since university was NYU.

Even now, she just uses it to zoom around the park.

"I should take a long vacation. Just pack the bare necessities and leave." Something inside her likes that. And since she said it out loud, it's a plan and not just an idea.

After her little journey, she pulls back into the parking garage underneath the building. The rest of the Palpatine Building is her business with several floors for exclusive penthouses, one of them being hers, that grandfather built after deciding to go into real estate, but he never lived here. He stayed in the house his grandparents lived in, while she made her home here.

Then when everyone came to work with her, she offered them the empty apartments as part of their hiring bonuses. Which they gladly accepted. It was even sweet when Poe asked if his abuela could come too.

She takes the private elevator back up to their floor and quickly hurries to her apartment. The leather cat suit would fit in very well with where she's going to end up later, but she has a new dress that she can't wait to wear.

When she's naked, she turns on the shower and grabs her phone because someone always calls when she's there. And they do- the phone does ring, but thankfully, it's her text chime.

Cassian: Someone is requesting your presence tonight. Do your plans for the evening include the club?

Rey: Lucky Sir. I'll be there around nine. If I bring the Ducati, can I leave it there overnight if I promise to be a good girl?

Cassian: Brat. You need to let me finally drive it. And yes, you can leave it.

Rey: Does Kylo wants me?

Cassian: He does. Is that acceptable?

Rey: Yes, Sir

She sets down her phone to finish washing. And she loves the huge grin that appears on her face.

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When she first started making money, her own money at the little restaurant a block away from NYU, grandfather hit the roof. "You're a Palpatine. We don't wait tables for nobodies from the Bronx."

But it was those everyday men who introduced her to a world she only dreamed about at Morosis. A place where she could give up all control-

Or gain it all back.

Yep, this is a place a girl like her could get used to, she thought as a bright and innocent nineteen-year-old. And now, after almost ten years, walking in these beautifully craved doors (that was incidentally a gift from her last year that made Cassian, the rough master of the space giddy as a schoolgirl.) feels like home.

But she still wears her mask.

It wouldn't do for the up and comings to know who she is, but there has been several who've wondered through the years, especially Master. They've been playing together a couple of years now, and she could almost love him.

Almost.

Almost enough to go home with him and be his-not in a twenty-four seven dynamic, though there are some days running away with Master sounds amazing, still she stays at the company that doesn't mean as much as it should. Through days where everyone needs more than she can give. Through days she wants more.

She touches her mask to make sure it's still there. The piece of lace that covers most of her face from the nose up to her forehead, she knows that if you knew her, you would recognize her. But the other guests and members won't know who she is unless they google her, she feels safe.

"Hello, Ms. Kira," Holly greets her in the foyer. From here you can go into the office, or into the men's or women's locker/changing room.

"Hey, how are you?" Rey asks as she signs her alias, on the clipboard.

"Busy but it's Friday so that's good."

"Sir will be happy—"

She wants to ask if he's here yet but doesn't want to look at the list either when Holly says, "He's been here for almost thirty minutes.

"Thank you, Holly. I'm going to get ready," she excuses herself as she walks into the locker room. The only part of the club that doesn't look like a room out of the Gilded age, it's modern tile with changing rooms, stalls and even a call button for someone to help members in and out of their latex and leather.

Her phone buzzes and she smiles as she answers, "Are you here yet?"

"I don't feel so good. Will you be alright if I don't come?" Rose asks.

"What's wrong?"

"Just kidding, the Uber just dropped me off."

"Rose," she giggles. "You are a dork. I'm in the locker room."

"Alright, bye." Before Rose hangs up, she can hear her greeting Holly. She goes ahead and opens her locker. Several changes of clothes are hanging there or folded at the bottom. She wiggles out of her trench coat and hangs it on it's hook.

she fluffs her hair and walks over to the full-length mirror that takes up the entire wall. Pink lace and satin- she can't wait to see the look on Master's face when he sees it.

Her red latex is still hanging, and she smiles as she remembers the last time they were together. Yeah, they play when they are both here, and it's not like she or he has signed an exclusive contract to only play with each other—

"Rey?" Rose says behind her. "Are you alright?"

"Hey, you're here. Is Red going to be here tonight?" Rey does what she does best, directs the attention to somewhere else besides on her.

"Yeah, he's already here." Rose peels off her black peacoat to reveal the domme black leather corset and black mini skirt underneath.

"I need to get one of those one day."

"Your master would flip, then turn you over his knee and bust your butt." Rose chuckles, "in a loving and totally dominant way, of course. But then again, he might like it, you dominating his ass."

"Hush," Rey giggles. "You do look beautiful," she compliments again.

"And you're going to look adorable. He's going to want to grab you and never let you go." Rose says. "Sometimes I wish I could wear more pink. Pink is a good color for me."

"Pink looks good on a lot of people. That's why it's always popular," Rey adds. She adjusts the bralette in place and twirls to see herself in the huge mirror that's the length and width of the wall.

"You look amazing, Rey."

"Thank you. I just hope he likes it—"

Rose stands and grabs her hands. "Rey, breathe. Your master is going to love it. Now stop freaking out. He's waiting for you."

"He's waiting on me."

"He's waiting on you."

"And Red is waiting on you."

"If he's a good boy, he is."

"Come on then." Rey adjusts her strap and takes a minute to look. She almost got the mesh and lace one, but instead she got the silk and lace baby doll nightie. The bra is a push up, lifting her assets high. Then overlaying the silk is delicate lace from France. All of it is a soft baby doll pink. Her chocolate waves fall until the reach her midback and her green eyes peek out between the lace eye holes of her pink mask that matches her lingerie. No thigh highs tonight, but her feet are pink pumps. But the best part? The crystal bows on top.

"You look beautiful. Come on, let's go find our men," Rose says as he leads them to the door.

There's about a twenty second delay in between the songs and that's when they happen to walk out. Everyone in the bar area, turns to look. both of them giggle under their breaths. "The last time I had everyone's attention I had to threaten to fire the entire bunch!" Rose admits.

"The last time for me is when Master had me tied up and hanging from that rafter over there."

"I remember that. That was hot." Rose spies Red and giggles. "He's here. Is yours?"

"Holly said—" and then as if she wished him into being, he stalks towards her. She's never asked, but she knows that he's well over six foot something. He's wide where it counts, aka his shoulders and his cock and hard in the others but somehow manages to be soft when it matters. His inky waves, invite her touch and she'd never admit that she misses him when he's not near. She's only seen him in his leather zorro mask like he's only seen her in her lace one, but she loves those whiskey-colored eyes of his. Then he's dressed in what she knows is his favorite leathers and his black boots. The way he looks alone makes her heartbeat fast, but it's the way he looks at her she wants to melt but mutters, "Is he mad?"

"I hope not," Rose whispers. "But if he is, you didn't do it, did you?"

"I haven't seen him in two weeks—" two very long weeks. "How could he—"

"Lily," he greets Rose, her alias while here then, "Kira." His lips form her other name, and she wishes she could hear her real name upon his lips.

"Master," she murmurs, as she takes him in. Even with his mask on she can usually tell what kind of mood he's in, but tonight—"Can I get you a drink?"

"Excuse me, you two," Rose murmurs. Rey smiles as her friend approaches her submissive who drops to his knees as his mistress greets him.

Her master—Kylo clears his throat. She meets his eyes. But before she can ask again if he needs a drink, he instead asks, "Kira?" even him saying her name, he sounds different. Then he says, "Is there a chance we could talk?"

"Yes, Master," she murmurs, her heart in her throat. She just starts walking, not really sure where she's going when she feels a hand grab her elbow.

"Kira? What's wrong?" He murmurs as he pulls her back to him.

She turns, her nightie twirling in a way that would make her four-year-old self very proud, but her current thirty-year-old self is fighting to keep her tears in. "Nothing. If you don't want to scene with me anymore that's fine." She jerks her arm out of his grasp but is too upset to see the surprised look on his face. "You don't have to drag me across the club—"

"Kira—"

"Besides—"

"Kira—listen to me." he grasps her shoulders and she stops talking, but she looks down because she doesn't want him to see her tears— "I don't want to stop. I was going to ask you if you wanted to sign a contract. Cassian is waiting for us in his office."

"A contract?" She squeaks. "Are you sure?"

She looks up and meets his gaze. "Yes, I've been thinking about it for a while actually. I wanted to talk to you a month ago, but then stuff at work happened and I had to go to Europe to fix stuff over there." He says with what she could only describe as a hopeful smile.

"You really want this? With me?" She whispers. Somehow, he always hears her.

"I couldn't dream of doing it with anyone else."

"Alright, let's go talk to Cassian." She takes his hand and together they walk to his office.

He must have been watching because the door swings open even before either one of them can reach the knob. His office is much like the bar area of the club, decorated to look like an old gentleman's club in regency times. His desk is a huge mahogany piece that looks like it takes several men to move it.

The owner of the club and their friend sits behind the desk. "What can I do for you two?"

"We want to sign a club contract.," Kylo says as he sits down in one of the leather wing-back chairs in front of the massive desk. She goes to the other one, but he pulls her onto his lap first. His leather pants under her thighs makes her even more ready for the playtime they have scheduled.

Cassian however, pales. Absolutely white if you would. "Are you two sure about this?"

As long as she's known him, she's never seen him act like this. And the way Kylo stiffens underneath her, she knows he can tell something's up too. "Why are you asking us that?" He asks.

"No reason." Cassian opens one of his top drawers and pulls out a legal pad. "What terms and limits do you want in this contract?"

Rey starts to recite her hard limits, with Kylo interrupting to add in his all while Cassian writes their additions. Before they finish—he asks, "Quick question—have either of you seen the other person without their mask?"

"No," Kylo answers and she nods to agree with him. "We prefer to keep the mystery as long as possible."

"Oh, I like that," she says with a grin. She chuckles when he returns it. He pulls her back against his chest and she cuddles to get more comfortable, and just because it feels good to be in his arms. She looks up at him, into those stupid whiskey-colored eyes that she would do anything for—

"What's your safe word, Kira?"

"Orange-bananas." Her eyes flutter as he presses a kiss to her forehead. "Master?" He hums as a reply. "When can we go play?"

"Soon, Kitten, Cassian is almost done."

"Actually, let me draw this up for you two, and come see me before you leave." He gives them a wink. "Have fun you two."

He stands with her in his arms. "Thanks Cassian," Master Kylo says over his shoulder as he walks out. The rest of the club continues with their Friday night plans, after all a Dom in his leathers carrying his sub in her new baby pink nightie isn't anything new.

Tobias nods at them then gives Kylo a wink as he heads to the dungeon. While she doesn't mind the dungeon, she can't help the shiver that dances down her spine as she remembers what happened the last time, they spent some time in that huge room, she was hoping that they could be alone for at least a little bit.

The dungeon is full, full of the usual Friday night crowd. Master sets her down at the edge of the room, but instead of leading her to a station, he sits at one of the couches meant for aftercare. More curious than anything, she narrows her eyes at him.

But when he narrows his back, she knows she's going to have to pay for that later.

"Kira, come here," he demands in that Dom voice of his that makes her toes curl.

"Yes, Master," she lowers her eyes to the hardwood floor. Then walks over to his general direction. He grabs her wrist and in a moment she's in his lap. He starts to nuzzle her ear and he knows that's one of her ticklish spots. "Master—" she hums.

"Watch—" he wishes as he puts a finger under her chin, to tilt her head up. She meets his eyes, her green to his whiskey ones. "Not me, kitten." Then he turns her head.

She's not surprised to see her friends, her very employees in the same area. Poe and Finn are sitting opposite them on the other side of the room. She can't quite make out what they are doing because Rose and her Red are demanding everyone's attention.

A smirk curls her lips when she sees that Rose is using her favorite thing here, the St. Andrews cross. She's also not surprised when she sees who her friend has tied to the cross—her Red. and in her hand is the custom whip she had made.

"This is the first time she gets to use that whip," she mutters.

"Do you know her?" He asks and she can hear the surprise in his voice.

"Yeah, she's a friend," is all she says not ready to expose that she's a boss and has employees. Then her heart sinks. Here is this wonderful and amazing man who she belongs to, at least while she's here at Morosis—

And she doesn't even know his name.

She couldn't even call him if there was an emergency—or if she just needed him.

Tears gather in her eyes. "Hold me," she begs him as the strange melancholy overtakes her.

But before she can cuddle into him, he utters, "Look at me, Kira." Even through the lace he must see something—"What is it, Sweetheart?"

He's never called her that before.

She thinks she likes it.

A loud cheer rises around them interrupting. "Can we go—I want to be alone with you-" he doesn't wait for her to finish when he stands with her in his arms then strides into the first room they scened in, the living room-room.

He slams the door shut with his foot, and mutters, "Ooops." Which makes her giggle. He eases her to her feet and says, "What's wrong?"

She wants to do so many things, but mostly she wants to touch him incase it's the last time she gets to do that. He might think she's being silly and storm out, breaking her heart in the process.

"I just realized that I don't know you much at all. Then here we are getting ready to sign a club contract saying that I belong to you, while we are both here while I don't even know your favorite color. But I have fucked you a hundred different ways to Sunday."

"I think you know more about me than you realize." He replies and she breathes a little easier. At least he's not running out the door to tell Cassian never mind. Instead of sitting on the couch like they did that first time, he tugs her over to the bed behind him. He runs his hands up her arms. "Have I told you that you look beautiful tonight?"

"I do?" She smiles as she blinks through sudden tears. "I bought this for you—"

"You did? My Kitten did good," he coos and she can feel her cheeks heat up at his praise.

His lips kiss her cheek, and then he guides her to sit on the bed beside him. "What's your favorite color?" she asks.

The chuckle in her ear does more to her than she wants to admit. "Is it too cheesy if I say whatever color you're wearing?"

"Aww, now you're just being sweet. What's your favorite candy?"

"What's your favorite color?" He asks her.

"I just like color. Sometimes it's pastels, sometimes it's dark colors."

"That explains a lot," he says.

"Explains what?"

"Usually, subs will have almost a uniform that they'll wear. But not you. One evening you'll be in latex then the next it will be something like this. My favorite candy is gummy worms. What's yours?"

"Anything chocolate. One more?" She waits for his nod. "Now, I'm not asking for your job I don't want to know. But if you had to pick another career tomorrow, what would it be?"

"That's interesting. A fun job would be—what would you pick?"

"Me? I guess I'd teach. My minor was in English."

"My fun job would be at a zoo. But then again, I always wanted to be a pilot. I even have my pilot's license."

"You do?" she grins. "Too bad—"

"Too bad what?"

"Nothing?"

"Tell me Kira."

"Fine. I was just thinking that if we were like just dating like normal people, then you could take me up. but we can't."

"Maybe one day we can."

"Yeah? You think so? What are we going to do, fly with our masks on?"

He's still for a long moment and her green ones seek out his amber ones. "Or we could take them off?"

Her voice sticks in her throat. Since she can't speak at the moment, she leans forward. Her lips land on the corner of his. There, she presses a kiss. His arms wrap around her, and he claims the second one. Her lips move against his and deep inside she hopes that he understands what she's trying to say as her eyes close.

Because she thinks he's trying to promise her tomorrow also.

"Crawl that sweet ass up on that bed," he grumbles against her lips.

"Yes, Master," she utters as she turns. She gives him a look over her shoulder as she moves up the bed. When she reaches the headboard, she turns—he's right there watching her. She crooks her finger, beckoning him closer.

He kicks off his boots while he's unbuckling his belt. His pants hit the floor in less than five seconds.

"I love how you never wear underwear." She grins at the beautiful hunk of man at the end of the bed.

"I love how you're always ready for me," he murmurs as he follows her path.

"Master?"

"Kitten?"

"Since we agreed tonight to be exclusive—can we—"

"Just be us?" His whisper does more to her than any of the kinky evenings they've spent before now.

"Yeah, I think that would be nice—"

"Really nice," he finishes for her. He's hovering over her—

"Master? Why are you looking at me like I hung the moon just for you?"

He chuckles. The man does that thing where anyone else would say that he's caging them in, but she loves it when he does this.

It makes her feel like he'd fight all the dragons for her.

"Or maybe the sun?" He murmurs against her skin over her sternum. She runs her fingers through his inky waves being careful not to dislodge his mask. He continues his trail up instead of down, kissing and licking his way up her neck to her ear.

His breath lingers over that spot that he knows about. he chuckles when goose bumps erupt all over her. "That feels so good, but it tickles so bad," she giggles.

"It does?" He asks as his fingers find another spot.

"Master, please!" she shrieks. "Orange-banana."

"You're safe wording?" He leans up. She loves the smile on his lips and their laughter echoing around them.

"Just for you tickling me." Then in a sudden move an ex-boyfriend taught her years ago, she hooks her leg around his waist, and with a move she hasn't done since then, she flips him over with her sitting on his chest. "Ha!"

"What are you doing, kitten?" He rumbles. Which is different than his growl. If he was growling, she would really be in trouble. But when he rumbles—

"I just wanted to kiss you—" she leans over and kisses the center of his chest. His hands settle on her hips with a squeeze. "Here—" she kisses a nipple. His hum of appreciation makes her want him even more. "And here—" now, instead of just kissing, she licks across his chest to his other nipple.

She also doesn't miss how hard he's growing underneath her.

Her hands land on his ribs and she pushes herself up. Through his mask she can tell how wide his eyes are when she gives him a little shimmy.

She also loves how pink his cheeks turn.

His grip tightens on her hips as she allows him to pick her up just a bit. She looks in between them, and his cock rises up to meet her.

"Kira—" he pleads. She knows what he needs even before he asks. Her hand reaches down and grabs his hardness. With a wicked smile on her lips, she puts him at her entrance. His hiss and her moan fills the room as she sinks down on him.

It's been a couple of days, fourteen in fact since she's been with him. and then everything been busy—she walks the couple of floors up to her penthouse and passes out from exhaustion.

The way he fills her is not unwelcome. As he enters her, she loses her breath as she grabs his hands for something, anything to keep her grounded in this moment with him. At first, they are both satisfied with her setting the pace. But just as she notices his smirk—he's flipping them back over. Her back hits the bed, his lips are on her neck and his dick never leaves her softness that surrounds him.

He grabs her leg and puts her knees on his shoulder in the way he knows will have her mewling for all he can give her. "Fuck master—" she groans. "Fuck me please," she begs.

"As you wish—" he grunts as his hips speed up. He hits that place deep inside her. When she starts to see stars, the warm tingles turn into much more as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her.

Just when she doesn't think she can handle much more, that's when he stiffens above her. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," he swears in that way he does when he's cumming.

And she loves it.

He lets go of her legs, and almost collapses on the bed. With the last of his strength, he tucks her into his side.

"I love—" he starts to mutter then stops himself with a sharp inhale. She feels him resting his forehead against her temple. His breath is heavy in her ear.

And she tries not to think about what he almost said.

They've been playing with one another for a long time. Just instead of wanting to run out the door like she normally does when a Dom tries to catch feelings for her—tears form in her eyes as she realizes that she might feel the same.

But then again, this might just be post-coitus endorphins making her brain really happy right now.

"That's what it is," she whispers.

"That's what?" he asks. She smiles and tries to pull him closer for more cuddles.

"This is just post-coitus endorphins making us feel this way. But I do like you all the time," she promises before she kisses the nipple of his that's closest to her.

"I like you all the time, Kitten. But right now, we need to go. There are other people waiting and someone still needs to change the sheets."

"Will you buy me a milkshake?"

"Of course, I will, sweetheart." He kisses her forehead. "Let's get dressed."