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In this chapter, they are back at Morosis. And they are doing a scene…. And it is impact play. But it's not the impact play to see how many bruises he can leave or her not able to sit for a week. This is a gentle teasing act and well… just read and see. I think you'll like it.
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"Yeah, this will be alright," she mutters as she turns in the mirror and adjusts her mask one last time. She's wearing her favorite corset, the black one with silver thread shooting through it. A pair of thongs only hidden by a tutu that her inner three-year-old would love. Her favorite thigh highs and a pair of her Louis, she's ready for what Master has planned tonight.
It's their first night after signing the club contract, and besides missing him all day—she's excited and nervous about seeing him. Then it hits her—she's never felt this way about a guy before.
Today, she should have been working, thinking of ways to get Ben Solo to stop trying to buy her company. Instead, she daydreamed about Kylo Ren. Master. What they would have done this morning. What would he think of Maz and Chewy? Walking into Morosis on his arm.
Besides what would he think if he found out who she really is?
Maybe he's a cop or a fireman and won't care. With his build, maybe he works in construction. She smiles at herself in the mirror. That's it, he won't care who she is if he finds out.
Nope he won't care a bit that she's Rey Johnson, Sheev Palpatine's granddaughter.
She tugs on her corset one last time then exhales. Maria said that he's here, waiting patiently for her. "Alrighty then. Let's go see him. You've only been waiting all day for him."
The door to the club opens as she reaches for the knob. "There you are," Jyn fusses. "He's waiting for you."
"Where is he?" Rey asks looking over Jyn's shoulder. It only takes her a second of looking to find him. He's over by the bar, talking to Cassian. Dressed in his leathers, tonight he's wearing a black designer t-shirt. "There he is."
Master looks up the same time she takes her first step towards him.
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"Old fashioned, please," Kylo orders.
"Where's Kira?" he hears behind him.
"Hey, I haven't seen her yet this evening," he greets as he and Cassian shake hands and slap one another on the back. "How's business?"
"My business is great, how's yours?" Cassian asks. Kylo knows that Cassian knows what his real life job is, but he promised discreetness when Kylo paid his membership dues.
"It could be better, but it's Saturday night, no more talking shop," Kylo softly demands.
"Yes please," Cassian agrees and accepts the bottle of water Tobias sets down in front of him.
"Are you sure Kira's coming—"
"And there she is—" Cassian finishes, nudging Kylo to turn around. All of his crazy thoughts from the day, the noise of the club, and everything but her and him fade away like a scene from one of those rom com movies as she closes the space between them.
Kira, his Kitten has on her black and silver mask tonight. It matches the black corset with silver accents. Then a skirt that bounces with every step she takes, is around her waist. But his favorite part? The lace wrapped around each perfect leg on top of the sheer stockings. He can't wait to feel them around his waist. And her heels—did he ever tell her the weakness he has for heels?
The closer she gets, he harder he becomes. Then his perfect kitten stops about a foot away from him. Before he can reach for her, she plants her feet a foot apart, folds her arms behind her back, grasping her elbows and looks down, but not without winking at him first.
He's had submissives before. But he's never signed a club or otherwise contract with anyone before. His kitten in a classic slave pose does things to him that he never thought it could.
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Standing before him, waiting for him to acknowledge her is doing things to her that no one has ever done before. She wants so much to fidget, to look and see his reaction—but she hears Cassian murmur something before he walks away.
"Kitten, you may look at me," his low baritone makes goose bumps erupt all over as she meets his stare. "Now, come here and give me a hug?"
"Anytime," she agrees with a smile. his lips brush her temple as his arms wrap around her. "Oh Master," she exhales.
"I need you," he whispers.
"I missed you—" she murmurs.
"But we just saw one another last night." unable to admit to herself what she's feeling back in his arms, she tightens her hug and buries her face in his neck. "Kitten?"
"What room did you save for us tonight?"
"Ah, Pet. No room tonight. Do you remember that first night we met?" she pulls back so she can meet those whiskey-colored eyes of his.
A wave of desire washes over her as she remembers. "Do you mean our first time?"
"Yes, and even before that?" He tugs her close and whispers, "I bought you something today and I'm dying to see what you think of it. But it means we have an appointment with the St. Andrews cross."
"Master? Really?" she giggles. "Have I been a naughty kitten?"
At least once a month for the past year, they've sought each other out and scened together. some months it was a much as eight, then the holiday months was only twice last November and once in December.
But this is the first time they've played like this.
"But you're my naughty kitten." He bends with her still in his arms and picks up his gear bag.
"That's right I am." She feels the loss of his nearness when he lets go—but when he grabs her hand, she wants to melt.
The dungeon isn't in the dungeon at all. Morosis, over the years have taken over the entire ten story building. A typical lounge on the first two floors, the rest is the BDSM club, with the dungeon, and Cassian's apartment sharing the top floor.
Rey did offer to buy the entire building for Cassian, but with pink cheeks he turned her offer down.
She'll figure out later how to tell him that she's his landlord.
Master and Kitten, or Kira and Kylo cuddle in the freight elevator as it climbs to the tenth floor. once there, Jared, one of the bouncers opens the door for them. "Kira—" he nods. "Kylo—"
"Jared," Master greets as he leads her into the dungeon area.
For this to be a dungeon, it looks like anything but. Huge windows that overlook the Hudson, it's actually peaceful up here but for the random moans of pain or pleasure.
But he stops in the viewing area. Leather couches line the corner providing the members who linger a chance to sit and watch if that's their pleasure. Or wait their turn.
Before they get to the cross, he tugs her into the corner of the waiting area. No one is around them since everyone on this floor is playing. He sets down his gear bag and pulls her close again. "Now I know that we've done impact play before, but never out here, always in one of the theme rooms." He steals a kiss. "But we don't have to do it here."
"I don't mind. It's been a while since we've done something in front of the whole club." They both chuckle remembering how he tied her up and left her hanging from the rafters so he could talk to Cassian and some other members. He doesn't mind her being a brat, but she learned that evening that when he says to wait a moment, he really means it.
"Very good, Kitten. Now, do you have on thongs under that skirt?"
"Oh crud, Master. I forgot to take them off—"
"No, I should have told you to wear them. So, it worked out." He pauses and watches the other members. "There's a cross available."
"Yes, that one is good," she answers his unspoken question. He leads the way and she's close on his heels. Rey remembers once overhearing Cassian tell someone that the dungeon was an amazing three thousand square feet. Several pieces of furniture-slash-torture devices are scattered around the space. In each space, is a small table with throws and bottles of water for whoever needs them.
Yet when they arrive at their torture device for the evening, there's an intimacy she didn't expect.
The huge X is attached to the wall but arranged in such a way that if the person entrapped is facing the wall, there is still some room for them to breathe. Master sets his bag on the small table. "Are you ready?" he asks.
"I am," she affirms. She turns so he can see her laces. "Help?"
"Gladly," he says as his fingers ghost over her skin. His breath grazes her and she wants him.
Her corset loosens, but instead of letting it fall, he catches it for her. "Are you sure?" he asks one more time.
"You've got me, Master." His chin rests on her shoulder and she kisses his cheek. "You won't let me fall."
"Never," he promises. He wraps his arms around her, folding the satin in front of her. Together they take the couple of steps to the set it on the table, on top of his bag. "Skirt? I wouldn't want anything to happen to it."
His fingers slide in between her and the tule. It falls off her hips, but he catches it before it hits the floor. "Step—" she feels like a lady and he her fearless knight as he keeps her from tripping on the mesh.
Her breath catches as she looks down into his eyes that meet hers from his crouching spot on the floor. She gives into the temptation, and she runs her fingers through his inky waves that fall perfectly across his forehead. He wraps his hands around her knees and a smirk appears on his face. He kisses her right above her mound.
"Master—" is more breathless than normal.
"Kitten," he murmurs as he stands. It's not until he takes her other hand that she realizes that she was using it to block her breasts. "Are you being shy?"
"A little?"
"Do you want your corset—"
"No, you want this, and a corset would in the way of what you want to do to me."
She'll never forget the smile he gives her as he lowers his head to kiss her. "Thank you," he mutters. "Now, are you ready for your present?"
"You have a present for me?" She gushes.
"Of course, I do. I was taking a walk today and saw this little store I've never seen before. something caught my eye—" he pulls out a flogger. But it's not just a regular old-run-of-the-mill-flogger.
"That's amazing!" And it is. Pieces of leather trailing off the handle are white and glittery. They meet the handle in an intricate knot of more white and glittery leather. There's another knot on the other end. But what steals her breath is the handle. It's clear epoxy but inside, are the tiniest wild flowers she's ever seen. "I love it. oh master—"
Then guilt settles over her. This is an expensive handmade flogger. If he is a policeman or a fireman, then how did he afford it?
And how does she offer to help pay for it without seeming like a brat?
"Thank you," she mutters as she wraps her arms around him. That's when she whispers, "If you need me to help pay—"
"What? No Kira—it's all good." He leans back so he can meet her eyes. "I actually own my own company."
"You do?" she answers. She almost chirps a Me too! but she keeps her mouth shut except to say, "What do you do—oh never mind. Too much?"
"Too much." He squeezes her hip where his hand still rests. "One day."
"One day. Maybe when we take that trip and take off these masks."
"One day," he agrees. She can't stop looking into his eyes, those whiskey-colored ones that she would do anything for—when he says, "Either I need to fuck you over there in that corner, or I need to beat you with my new flogger. What will it be?"
"Beat then you can fuck me?"
"As you wish," he murmurs as he picks her up against him. He carries her the couple feet to the cross. Before he sets her down, he asks, "What's your safe word?"
"Orange-bananas."
"Very good Kitten. Now, turn around and hands up." She turns so she's facing a brick pillar and the glass of a window. Then she hisses at how cold the vinyl is on her chest. "What's wrong?" the ever-caring Dom, he worries about her when it's play time.
"It's cold is all." She slides her hands through the loops at the top of the X. They can be tightened if the dom or domme wishes to. But Master likes to do honor bondage sometimes. It's harder to hold still when it would be more fun to struggle against some ropes.
"Can you be still?"
"Yes, Master." She hears him walking away from her, but then he stops.
"Ready Kitten?"
"Yes Master."
The first hit surprises her, even though she knew that it was coming soon after his last question. her moan must reach him because he asks, "Kitten?"
"Keep going, Master." Her reply comes out breathy, more airy than she normally speaks. She has a chance to take a deep breath when the thump of the leather hitting her skin scatters every thought, she's had in the past twenty-four hours.
The more he swings, the more she has to hang on to the loops around her wrists. Her eyes flutter shut as he continues to warm her bottom. At some point her knees buckle and that's when he stops.
He doesn't exactly rush to her side, but he does close the distance between them. "Let go, Sweetheart," he murmurs and she does. He catches her in his arms.
"Master?" she whispers.
"Kitten?"
"Now, will you fuck me in the corner? There are little rooms—"
"That's right there are." He arranges her better in his arms, and heads to the first open door. the light comes on as soon as they step in. "Well, I didn't expect that."
"What?" she asks as she picks up her head and tries to focus. "Oh yeah, this was Poe's idea." several of the members complained about not having a space to fuck if they wanted to. So Cassian built these little rooms just for the ones who like to watch but don't want anyone to watch them.
Then members could sponsor a room and decorate it however they wished. Poe volunteered and decorated this one after his favorite movie, Galaxy Wars. She's still not sure where Poe and Finn found the furniture, but the entire room looks like the villain's bedroom from the latest movie. White trimmed in black. A simple bed and complicated looking controls all fades away as her own master sets her down on the bed.
"Roll over Kitten, head down, ass up—" he commands. Even though she's entered subspace, she still manages to roll over. His hands guide her hips to where he needs them—the creak of his leather pants make her smile.
His zipper echoes in the small room. Then, his touch, his fingers his hands are on her. Teasing, moving, caressing—she wishes—then his hardness is teasing her slit, as his head dips in her desire that's pooling.
The bed shifts under them and she can feel him moving, teasing her clit—making her want him even more.
Then he's there, pushing his hardness into her depths. Like he has every other time they've come together, he steals her breath away.
"Fuck, Kitten." He mutters behind her.
"Fuck me, Master—" seems to be the invitation he's waiting for. He begins to move and instead of slow and steady, he's thrusting like their lives depended on it.
She doesn't let herself think about what it would be like if it did.
His hands grip her hips and she loves how tight his grip is. She loves that she'll be able to look at herself and see the evidence of them all week.
Her need for him washes over her as she clenches the sheets in her hands because she needs to hang on to something before, she falls—
"Come with me baby," he growls in her ear as he pulls her flush to his chest. One hand finds her breast while the other goes to her center. A pinch and a pull on her nipple and a pinch and a pull on her clit and she's humming as she groans into his touch.
"Are you coming, Master?"
"I'm waiting for you, baby."
"How about—" she's unable to speak as the first wave hits. Then another. Then one more as she begins to shake under the force of him and what he does to her.
"Fuck, Sweetheart—" he grunts as he shudders behind her. His arms tighten and he buries his nose in her hair. "Kitten, Kira—"
She smiles. "Come for me, Master," she coos.
His hum fills her ears as he guides them down onto the bed. He's still buried deep inside as she pulls a throw over them. She lets her eyes close as she enjoys being held by him and tries not to think about how complete he makes her feel.
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"I don't care where you go—but you can't stay here." Someone who sounds like Cassian says.
"Why are you in my room?" She asks as her eyes fly open. A pair of arms tighten around her and she takes in where she's at. "Oh crap—"
A kiss on her neck and a chuckle in her ear. "I think we fell asleep."
"Oh no—" she murmurs. She squishes her nose and exhales a sign of relief.
"what's wrong?" Kylo whispers.
"Your mask is still there, Bella." Cassian reassures. "Come on, its closing time."
"It's four a.m.?"
"It is." Cassian answers before he turns. "Get dressed and meet me downstairs in ten."
She lays her head back down while Kylo watches their friend join his sub, Jyn then they disappear in the elevator.
Another kiss and she whispers, "I don't want to tell you bye. I want to ask—"
"Kitten—shhhh." Another hug. "One day—" he promises. "Not today, not tomorrow but maybe one day, we won't have to tell one another bye again for a long time."
"Kylo—" he doesn't let her finish because he's rolling her over and his lips claim hers. She throws her leg over his and their tongues intertwine. His hardness begs for entrance, and she shifts her hips to accommodate his length.
"I think I could climb inside you and stay forever."
"That would be interesting," she chuckles. Then he hits the spot that only he can reach and she hisses, "Master—"
"What is it kitten?"
"Fuck me—"
"I am, sweetheart. Are you going to come for me again?"
"I need to—"
"I need you to too," he mutters as his thrusts speed up. "Look at me, Kira."
She looks up, her green eyes meeting his amber ones. She lets her hand trail up his arm and she runs her finger through his waves. "I love—" her eyes widen as she realizes what she was about to admit. Her mouth goes dry, and she wants to pull away but his hand cups her cheek and she can't look away.
Instead of saying something, anything, his lips are on her again as he thrusts—her moan in his mouth and he comes—and she comes as they come together.
She waits until the tingles stop to say, "Why is it so good with you?"
"I don't know, it's a mystery."
Another kiss and she's the first one to get up. Instead of getting dressed, she wraps their throw around herself. She usually doesn't keep the club's blankets, but this one, she might have to. He pulls up his pants and finds his t-shirt.
He only stops to grab his gear bag, and arm in arm they take their turn with the elevator. He walks her to the door of the ladies locker room. One more kiss and he holds the door open for her.
"Are you going?" she asks.
"Do you want me to wait?"
"No, you can go. I need to call a uber anyway."
"I can take you—"
"no, I'm good. Goodnight, Lover. See you Friday?" she asks, unable to keep the hope out of her voice.
"Yes, Friday." He waits for the door to close before he walks to the front door.
"Goodnight Kylo—" he hears behind him. He turns and smiles. Jyn is giving him one of her rare smiles while she sits on Cassian's lap. "Don't look so down, she's never signed a contract with anyone and she's never smiled at anyone like she does you."
"Thank you Jyn. Cassian take care of her—" he leaves it at that and the door swings shut behind him.
"You know who that is, don't you?" Jyn mutters.
"Yes, and you know who she is?" Cassian asks.
"Damn, this is some Romeo and Juliet shit, isn't it?" Jyn says.
"I just hope no one ends up dead in this star-crossed lover's story."