As soon as it is over, as soon as she realizes, she starts to cry.
He looks at her in puzzlement. Did he demand too much too quick? Was it that awful, that shocking? Jyn has never seemed to be the crying type. She may have learned some unsavory details about her parents and about herself, still it shouldn't cause such drama.
He hesitates a few moments before offering his hand but she stands unassisted, wiping her mouth with her sleeve as if he was poison and she hadn't been devouring him a minute before. She won't meet his gaze.
"I didn't hurt you", he states. Once again it should be a question if he wasn't so horribly arrogant. She grimaces. He may not have hurt her physically, but what they did has destroyed a part of herself. Lady Krennic. No first name, and not her surname. This doesn't help.
Krennic is almost angry, fights his own temper. He knows that realistically, it is a lot for anyone, even for a warrior like Jyn.
"Sit down. If you desire", he suggests, gesturing to a chair in front of his desk. She gracelessly complies, still not looking at him.
"Jyn", he says. No reaction.
"Jyn". It is very different from his tone earlier when she was pleasing him, but the hinted threat and the obsessive interest go straight to her core.
She rubs at her forehead as if a head ache was coming.
"You just wanted to totally humiliate me", she attacks, knowing all too well it is an endless, useless, discussion.
"I didn't want to totally humiliate you", he sighs. He is toying with his cape again. She inwardly hates and loves it.
"Oh. Just a little, then". He doesn't reply. He doesn't deny. Of course he wanted to take her down a peg or two or three. He also wanted release after kissing her and, hell, feeling her kiss back. She can almost understand all of that, though she wouldn't have a day before.
He suddenly feels the need to move, and starts pacing around the desk. She considers that she has saved whoever could be saved. She, herself, couldn't be saved. So be it. This is a somber thought, but even more sobering is the distinct possibility that she would have given in without endangered loved ones, or even with loved ones he wouldn't allow her to save. This tastes bitter in her mouth as he should have.
She peeks up toward him for an instant. It is interesting that she was - almost - shameless before. Did it even really happen? She can't imagine taking any man in her mouth, certainly not an Imperial official. Nor can she picture the Director moaning and begging for a young girl's attentions. Yet he is ill at ease too so it must have happened.
"Yes. Well. I am going to summon some troopers, there is no reason for you to remain here". He doesn't fully avoid her eyes, but she still thinks he is kicking her out and it hurts. He had enough already. Jyn decides he must have had better. Hatred is strength, it lets her study his face at last, biting into her lower lip as if it would hurt him instead.
She stands as he rings for his men. She doesn't have much time alone with him anymore.
"I will kill you, Director, one day soon. You know that". She, too, can state things that should be questions.
He stares at her, finally. It is almost a relief. It burns, rushing through her veins. Adrenaline. Hatred. Power. And…
"I do look forward to our wedding night, my lady". His sentence deflects the threat, but this time he doesn't laugh at her. He picks up her small hand, the leather glove warm around her skin, before bringing it up. He bends slightly and kisses, his eyes burning ice. His mouth is so soft, warm enough to make her shiver.
She all but gasps, startled by her own sensations. "I can't", she whispers to herself. I can't stand it, I can't stand him, I can't fuck him, I can't kill him. She is convinced the two last ones, at least, won't even work physically. She will tremble, she will tense, she won't be able to aim, nor to accept him inside her, yet both of those things are part of the plan somehow. She almost shrieks as the door opens.
Troopers surround her, an escort and an arrest both for a prisoner princess. She realizes he hasn't let go of her hand. He apparently doesn't mind his underlings seeing him kissing some rebel's hand, giving her bedroom eyes that she tries so, so hard not to picture above her as she, too, will wear full on white and he will push her down onto the - their - bed… Jyn tugs her hand out of his as a flicker of some emotion wrecks her.
"Never", she mouthes just for him. He doesn't know if he wants her more when she rejects him, or when she searches for the taste of his cock. It will be difficult to work in the following days. The Director has no desire to resort to touching himself and is surprised at how much he doesn't want a random tryst now that he has had a glimpse of her.
"We shall see", Orson muses, and she is brought away. He could tell her that she is going back on her word and that her family and friends will suffer his wrath. Or he could tell her he doesn't believe she will refuse or resist. But Orson Krennic is a clever man. He will let her stew in her own juice until the wedding, give her time to fear her loved ones' death, her debasement on their first night, or both. It will be so beautiful.