"On your knees, Miss Erso". The miss thing could and should be respectful, from a man who loves his protocol and titles, but he makes it sound debauched and decadent, as if he thrives on the formality. He must do, if he still calls her that after the dramatically arousing kiss he gave her. Jyn tells herself that she thought of someone else, that it is why she closed her eyes. It isn't true. If it was true, she wouldn't have licked her lips after, just to taste him again.
"Is this… a punishment? Sir?". Her voice is tentative, almost a whisper. Did I do something wrong? Did someone else? She looks around the man's office. Even his desk is some work of art. She doesn't understand why one would go for such delusionally luxurious atmosphere. But… Maybe she should use this as an occasion to snoop through his documents - not that he seems to want to leave her alone.
"On your knees, Erso". He repeats, sentence almost identical but her name is a whip to hurt her with. It rolls off his tongue, easy and grim.
"No". She offers no explanation. He wouldn't believe them.
"I said I wouldn't defile you. I'm not… Before the wedding night. You will see the morning with your innocence intact, mostly. But you have to give me something to work with. Some… token of your surrender". A smug little smirk is playing over his otherwise attractive features. It suits him.
"Oh, that is the kind of kneeling we are talking about, then". Her teasing is merciless and her smile small but cruel. She needs to get the upper hand. She feels she is drowning. "But. No.", she tells herself as much as she tells him.
"Jyn", he whines, and it kills her to hear him use that tone, begging almost all of a sudden. She stares in surprise. "Jyn, you can't leave me like that. What you did to me…". She scowls. He kissed her, not the other way round. Or he is talking of something else. "I need to be able to work, to concentrate".
"Oh poor dear", she exclaims, bitter. Jyn hates the guilt trip almost as much as his work. She realizes it is the first time he uses her name. 'Jyn Erso' prononced all at once, Jynerso, doesn't count. That new development makes her sound like a lover, not a criminal.
Just because of that, she shouldn't comply. Just because of that, she complies. She slowly knees in front of him, her eyes fixated on his. She doesn't know what they read in each other's gazes. He exhales slowly. He doesn't give her more, until she bends closer and kisses him there, mouthes "Director" against the clothed hardness. She is innocent, that one, but she seems to find instinctively how to destroy him. He has to retaliate.
"You do remind me a lot of your father"
Her father... would be disgusted to even consider what is happening. Jyn wants to think that whatever Krennic says, it is a lie to rile her up, nothing more. She gives a pained gasp at the deeper meaning of this anyway, at the image of her father there. Dark despair, darker desire. The young woman knows she should stop at once. This is not about keeping her innocence intact, as he said, because some quick ravishment would allow her to keep her illusions - delusions - of refusal. She decides she is doing it not because she wants to, but because it hurts, the idea of him finally going to one of those women who would want him enough to finish what she has started.
His hand is in her hair, not imposing but very much present. She does her best not to picture anyone else there, again. She finally allows herself to see what's in front of her. He is as hard as she thought, and bigger than she imagined. She shivers, looks back up at his face, which doesn't help. Almost interrogatively, she waits. He struggles with his fly, untucks himself as quickly as his gloves allow - they don't make it easy. He is leaking some clear substance.
"J... Jyn…". He stutters. She made the Director of the Advanced Weapons Research stutter. In turn this makes her moan.
"I know you want to touch me, to taste me", he insists, making it about her, downplaying his vulnerability.
"You are deluding yourself, Sir", she retorts, going for a distance between them, even though she licked at her lips after the kiss, and she is currently fighting a losing battle. "Did I...", she wants to ask if she offended him in some way that she cannot understand, for him to have to humiliate her so deeply.
He puffs. "Don't meddle with adult business". It cuts, and she feels very small, sent back to memories of old. She is stuck, neither moving nor talking.
"It hurts…", he complains, slightly tipping his hips toward her as his hand finds her hair again, not too harshly. It sounds like a last resort. She only half believes but she likes that she is hurting him, in some way. She doesn't know if she can handle finding out how he looks and sounds in passion. The thought twists her stomach into tiny knots. Pain is safer.
"You're… wet", she comments, puzzled. It wasn't meant to turn him on, but he moans hearing this. There is so much vulnerability to him underneath the mannerisms, the cape, the taunts. Almost fragile on the moment. She closes her eyes again and gets close enough to run her lips on his cock head. The older man blurts out something that might be her name. She softly licks at his slit when a bead appears. He lets go of her hair as if on fire. Tentatively she kisses him. She hates it, of course, she only loves the power she has on this man. Old enough to be her father. Powerful. She cringes internally at her thought of her father. It is neither here nor there, it is...
His gloved fists clench and unclench, afraid to grab at her perhaps. He isn't ready for this. He never planned to leak with every kiss on his cock, or to be kissed there, at all. Nor did he plan to bite his lips almost bloody trying and failing to stifle moans.
"Enough!", he exclaims roughly. "Finish this". His loins burn just saying it. Jyn looks up, so innocent. He wants to believe it is an act. He huffs, annoyed, embarrassed to tell her how he needs to be pleasured.
"Kriff's sake… Just… take it in. Clean it and then…". The words are again missing. His eyes grow huge because she obeys. She licks him, all over, his right hand grabbing his cape in a desperate attempt at distraction. He doesn't want to come like this; not before feeling her mouth around him. He has Galen Kriffing Erso's daughter on her knees for him, licking his cock, licking her lips, shining and wet with him, nothing of those help keeping calm.
The worst is that he doesn't even think she is trying to provoke him, not anymore. She is tasting him on her own lips, because she wants to. This is so weird and awkward and fucking exciting he gathers this must be her first blow job. His thighs tense and he bites off a groan. He's not letting go before he can compare this first with an other one… Orson wants to say something about Galen just to see her reaction, but before he can she is conscientiously inviting him in, slow and gentle and burning.
Jyn doesn't really know what to do. She's acting on instinct now. Unsure she means to give him so much pleasure. Still - she takes him in her mouth, laving at him and randomly sucking strong. He is so hard though so soft. She doesn't like the feel, the taste, the sound, she insists inwardly. She doesn't want to. Her body betrays her, and she hums in pleasure. It becomes complicated to convince herself that she has never wondered, that she isn't eating him alive. When she looks up to make sure he didn't hear, she finds his gaze devastatingly dark, straight on her mouth. She ponders that she would like for him to touch her head again, maybe to encourage her, or wake her up from this thrall. The Director is past those considerations. There will be no time to establish any rhythm. There is no need for him to help himself along with thoughts of glory and conquest and shooting Death Star this time. There never is with the Ersos.
"Yeah, like that. Harder. Work for it. That's it Erso, don't you dare stop, don't you dare leave…". She peers up, he isn't looking at her anymore. There is some slop behind his posh Imperial pronounciation now, but this isn't what strikes her most.
That's it Galen, don't you dare… Everything you worked for... This is her mother's voice, an ancient, ancient memory, she missed her mother's voice so much but she struggles against the subconscious remembrance. Leave then, yeah that's it, go back to your kriffing… She chokes around him, chokes around the memory and takes the warm flesh all the way down so there's a reason for her eyes to be brimming with tears. Krennic doesn't see any of that, just feels that he is swallowed whole and calls her name again and again and again. There is relief to knowing it is about her that he is thinking. That must be the only reason why she is responding with a soft moan, every single time.
He thinks he could get her to do this again before they're married, and even after. She is at the very least interested - she, too, is a natural. That realization sends him flinging off the edge, finally pulling her hair in pent up passion, pushing her down onto himself as he is vaguely relieved that she doesn't fight, doesn't try to spit him out. The Director is almost cross eyed with delight. For an instant he sees two faces superimposing and is almost unsure who is swallowing his pleasure. He exhales and feels his heart beat gloriously in his chest. Jyn - it is her - stares at him as if finding it normal to be kneeling in front of her family enemy. Her tongue is gently swiping over his slit, gathering whatever remains, making no attempt to move. His gloved hand touches to a strand of saliva and cum on her chin. He plays with it between two fingers and brings it to his mouth, tasting himself and her. Jyn is enraptured, shocked but past any disgust at the fact that the Director seems to enjoy a man's pleasure. She will not allow his previous hints to form any picture in her mind. The childhood memory is pushed to the very back of her mind already. Jyn has always been good with survival, too good maybe, certainly good enough for him to latch onto that.
His lip hurts where he bit it. He doesn't care that his voice is utterly wrecked.
"Arise, Lady Krennic"