In the end he doesn't make her do it. Call her dad first thing when she wakes up. He actually allows her to eat, and she is thankful for a second until she realizes she is being grateful for being allowed to not starve before being paraded through holo in front of her parents, a walk of shame for sure because Krennic has made it clear, he would fuck her all night.
And he did. And she came. Both of them don't want her parents to find this detail. Him, because he wants them to suffer, imagining the worst they could. Her, because she already prefers them doing so, to anyone knowing she got an orgasm out of losing her maidenhead to Director Krennic. She told herself he made her drink, he rubbed her until she couldn't do anything but come, he had experience and knew just what to do - the last one wasn't exactly true, not with the ladies' crowd anyway. Maybe he read up on the topic just so he would be the best at everything. The idea made her chuckle. As she sat down to his holorecorder, she wondered if he ever did this to her father, have him come when he really didn't want, because Lyra, because Empire… And as her parents worried faces appeared, she rejected any notion of Krennic jerking her father off while the man reluctantly gave himself to pleasure.
"Hi mom, dad", she fake smiled, plastering it over her tired features and blushing already before anything was said.
"Hi mom, dad", Krennic repeated with a wicked laugh, standing behind her and leaning in, a hand possessively on her shoulder. She hadn't even noticed. She was getting used to being touched by him.
Predictably they both cringe. So unfun for him, when it is that easy.
"Can we talk to our daughter?", Lyra asks, sourly.
"Of course, please do", Krennic replies in a honeyed voice. The tone ignites fire in her loins. He spoke like that to her during the night, to get her to climax.
"Alone". Lyra sounds quite like a sourpuss and Jyn understands it's her last defense.
"I fear not. We're one entity now, married life… I take it so very seriously"
Lyra looks to her husband, who is chewing his lower lip. She elbows him out of the view of the camera and he tenses. Does she reproach him with not taking it that seriously, with not intervening, something else?
"Huh, hi. Stardust". Galen has to make it clear that he's addressing his daughter, not this new son of his. He doesn't ask if she is fine.
"Hi dad", Krennic replies. "Forgive Jyn, she was so impatient to talk to you and tell you all about last night she didn't even think of changing". He doesn't zoom on her gown. There is no need. It is rumpled, her hair is disheveled, and he regrets telling her to take her make up off. "Your make up is smudged, Lady Krennic", he says anyway. It is not refined, not noble, not dign. He had to really want to hurt Galen to spout such things. Jyn hates him for that but in some way she also feels for him. Galen chose Lyra. He does. Everyday.
Krennic pats down at his perfect pristine uniform. He changed, of course. He wouldn't allow even Jyn to see him au naturel come the morning. His hair is perfectly coiffed.
"So what's new, Galen? Willing to get to work finally?". Work. She needs to find out more. "Anyway, we've been quite busy and sadly it looks like I'll be late to the bureau". His hand slips from her shoulder, sneaks under the material. It feels warm and her body reacts, squirming, before she sense her parents' gaze trained her. He's staring right back, ignoring Jyn except for the way he's kneading at her flesh. He stops suddenly.
"Galen we need to catch up, have a night out some time". It is so awful she can feel the stress on the other side of the holo.
"Fuck you Orson!", her mother exclaims, outside of the field. "Fuck you!". Something flies toward the cam and Orson bursts out laughing. "Always the fiery temper… I see where Lady Krennic got hers from - the good looks are from the other side obviously". Jyn wants it to end. She turns her face to look at him, a frown on her youthful face but stops mid movement as she notices how hard he is inside his fitted pants. Too fitted for a man one would say. She stares enraptured, then finally searches for his face, meeting his icy eyes. She doesn't remember what she wanted. He does. Lyra is nowhere to be seen on the screen but he guides her hand to his fly. He doesn't have to press it because she instinctively touches him, tracing the form. She inhales shakily, all air gone from the room. There is a strangled cry and she freezes before daring to peek at the holo. It's not Lyra, it is Galen, and he's looking at Orson as if he was. Jealous. Fuck. Krennic smirks and she removes her hand as if she was burned, hurt that he was just provoking his ex lover. Ex?
"We will be going soon, Galen. Lyra… Wherever in the galaxy you are…". He taunts her, gesturing a goodbye, all knowing that she is nearby, watching it all, hiding her tears. "I still can't guarantee this won't hurt her, Galen. Last night was quite... Interesting. But she doesn't mind, I think". He turns it off as Galen gapes.
Jyn feels a tear escaping, rolling down her cheek, and she knows that she is jealous also. Humiliated. Shamed about and for her mother. She acts quite low class compared to her new husband, though he is barely acting human. She swallows and brings her hand to his erection again, looking up. Resisting isn't the way. It isn't even what she wants. She can jerk him off and be rid of it. He recoils once the holo is dark.
"You don't need to. I was… ", he nods toward the machine. He was bragging for the movie of course.
"You're going to go to my father, right?", she asks. Her hand is on him still again.
"...No".
The hesitation is the worst.
"You've seen him before we were married though".
"Yes".
"You fucked with him"
He oddly cringes at the word. Does he call it love? She lets out a barking laugh.
"You did".
"Not after… we were engaged". Her hands are struggling with the fly now, showcasing her ignorance. She hates herself for this, even more because she cares.
"Fuck, you did". It still seems surreal, with every proof she gets.
She stops and stands.
"I want a divorce".
She doesn't know where this is coming from. What will she do now if he grants it? Tell her parents she's back, after only one night of debauchery with their arch enemy, until he tired of her?
"Never. Krennics do not 'divorce'. You're probably pregnant anyway". His gaze falls down to her stomach. He manages to stay calm with his fly half undone - one could admire it. "It's hormones speaking. You'll spend the better part of your life that way". He smirks.
Her eyes goggle in horror at the reality of it.
"What did you think? I... wasn't careful last night. Why would I?". He sounds almost a little bit apologetic. "Krennics are known to be very virile". She rolls her eyes.
"I don't care about Krennics". She doesn't bother explaining that virility and fertility are different.
He approaches softly, and takes hold of her hand. She is unsettled when he brings it to his mouth, kissing the tender soft skin. "Too bad, my lady, because you are one now".
Disturbed, she goes on. "I... I have no reason to think I'm pregnant. It can take months".
"Not going to happen"
"You have many bastards then? From… mistresses?". The idea is slightly nauseating. Poor kids, poor women, but above all, she doesn't want to meet some random children with shiny blond hair and deep deep eyes. She attempts to yank her hand away, he won't let.
"No", he responds curtly. She looks puzzled. Then. Oh.
"You're the only woman, Jyn". He's not lying and she knows it. This is every woman's dream, this phrase, and yet… For her, for them, it means quite entirely something else.
"Hum...", she clears her throat, flushing again. "You have many siblings?".
He shakes his head, denying. "My mother wasn't… quite… right in her head".
He hates that he is confessing sob stories. Jyn suddenly realizes his parents werent at the wedding. "She… lives on the domain?". Is she the proverbial mad woman in the attic?
"She's buried on the domain", he replies, absolutely no sentiment on his face. Full Imperial officer. Jyn startles, her heart beating erratic. "Kriff… fuck".
"Language" he scolds, more bothered by this than by the discussion.
"I mean, I'm sorry".
"Nothing to be sorry about. She's better that way, and so am I." She gapes at the cold answer, grasps at straws to imagine what it hides. "Nothing that you could know either, this is but a marriage of convenience and I'm not having any expectation except heirs". Oh, he's lashing out. She files this away as a weakness.
But she fears for her own sanity now. Being married to a Krennic could do that to you. She doesn't want her son forcing himself on some girl while she is buried in luxury in some marble grave.
"You're strong", he says as if he was sensing it. Not 'I won't harm you'. "She was… a lady. Weak. Delicate". He smirks again, his eyes trailing over her wedding gown in disarray, wetting his lips when he reaches her low neckline. "She would have hated you".
"You will give me sons. I'll enjoy it whether you cooperate or not…". His sentences ends as a whisper. Without looking she is certain he is hard again, if he ever lost it. "My father wasn't powerful enough to marry down". He's literally gloating about this, humiliating his father, his mother and his wife in one sitting.
She takes a step aside. "You said I don't have to".
He smiles a predator's smile. "Oh dear… But this was before you said you wanted to leave… I can't have that"
He sits down in the chair behind his desk and it scrapes as he makes space.
"Remember at the wedding? Sit here". He pats his thigh. If he wasn't so pale she would be unable to distinguish the slight blush.
"I won't hurt as much if you're…". She gets it. "Try not to bleed all over me this time".
The taunt is closer to a tease, as if he was hiding his embarrassment. He looks down, fiddling with his fly, and she is happy he's not staring as she approaches a bit too quick. The gown will hide it all. No one has to know. He helps her with her skirt, chivalrous when there's something for him in it, and she feels him hard against her folds. She gasps when he pushes himself in, biting her lip to not show him it is more than uncomfortable.
She sees him staring, a smirk on his lips, and she doubts he can ignore it - the pain on her face, the pleasure feeding off of it. He fills her so well, and his cold eyes burn for her. Jyn waits for him to pick up and start but he doesn't, so she gives in, her thighs already sore from last night. She gasps when she slides down, him reaching something sensitive deep inside. Orson lets her lead for several thrusts, enjoying the show until he needs the control, as he always does. She whimpers in pleasure or pain or shame, his hands bruising on her hips and she angles herself to rub against his length. He manages to stay silent much longer, letting go only when she moans and whines, her cries sounding too much like yes and please for her own taste. If he asked if she wanted him to stop or continue, she would be unable to reply, or she would say both so she is thankful he doesn't care enough to ask.
He stifles his own groans for a moment, but she clenches around him harder when he shows his enjoyment so he decides to give her this. He is close now, too quick for his taste, so he tenses, his stomach and thighs contract, in the end he shamefully has to pause, Jyn looking at him in surprise until she gets it and smiles smug, her time to mock him. He can't allow that. Jyn smirks her hands leaving his shoulders for her breasts, teasing and massaging them under his nose. He feels pleasure, warm and prickly, spread to his lower stomach and his upper thighs. Maybe he could come just from this, the show she is putting on for him. He shall never know as she starts moving against him, up and down as in the beginning, and he grabs her to get her to stop but doesn't actually put an end to this. He twitches and mouths something that could be Kriff, or Jyn, as he fills her in creamy white, only then realizing he didn't have to think of Galen. His orgasm somehow triggered her own while he wasn't trying. She cries out against his shoulder, clenching and fluttering hard. Her hands shake on his arms, exhaustion or adrenaline. The Director will certainly be late but this is part of the war effort, he thinks.