"Miss Niima." Ben Solo's deep voice echoed through the open desk area.

"Yes, Mr. Solo?" Slowly, Rey lifted her head from her laptop's screen and turned it to look at her boss.

"My office. Now." Ben said in a calm voice, which was quite surprising to Rey. Since when was Ben Solo a calm person with a calm voice? Rey raised her eyebrow suspiciously, not knowing how to respond to that.

"Oh, dear Lord." Rey mumbled to herself, locking the screen of her laptop. She glanced up at Paige's desk, and Paige gave her a weak smile and raised her thumb up, wishing her a good 'meeting' with their boss. Rey stood up and walked to the CEO's office, knocking twice on the ajar door then slipped inside, closing the door behind her.

"Have a seat, Miss Niima." Ben quietly said from where he sat behind his desk.

Rey tilted her head a bit, staring at her boss like he grew two heads.

"Is there a problem, Miss Niima?"

Rey cleared her throat and responded, "No, Mr. Solo." Then, she moved to sit on the opposite chair, and her eyes were automatically drawn to Ben's hand as he lightly drummed with his fingers on the desk top, "So….." she started.

"I assume you have already received my e-mail, Miss Niima."

Rey's eyes snapped to his, "The conference?"

"Yes. The conference. This conference mainly targets the recycling industry, which means that the department with the most focus and contribution will be the department you are leading."

"Alright, I can-"

"I hope you know the stakes I am taking here, Miss Niima." Ben interrupted Rey rudely.

"I am sorry? What stakes?" Rey asked in confusion.

"Letting your department, YOU, take a leading role in this conference-"

"This conference is literally about recycling industry!" Rey gritted.

"Recycling, not scavenging." Ben responded firmly.

Rey threw her hands in the air, "Oh, here we go again! The name is a brand on its own now. You cannot deny that, Mr. Solo."

Ben worked his jaw silently, not able to find a comeback at her. It was true. The name was a brand of itself now. Almost as strong a brand as the First Order itself.

Rey smirked inwardly at his lack of response, but decided to dial it down a bit. She took a deep breath and continued in a lower voice, "Rest assured Mr. Solo, my team can handle this. We have seven weeks to prepare."

"I truly hope so, Miss Niima. You are dismissed." Ben said, slightly tilting his head to stare at his laptop's screen.

Rey raised an eyebrow at his words and dismissive behaviour, but bit her tongue to stop herself for saying anything she might regret later, and she left his office in silence. She had more important things to do. A conference to rock. A boss to impress and prove wrong.

After Rey left his office, Ben's thoughts involuntarily wandered to Qi'ra; something he wasn't used to. He was always able to separate both lives he led. He never let one life overpower the other. To think about one of Kylo Ren's 'guests' while he was 'Ben Solo' wasn't alarming per se, but it warranted some curiosity from him.

Was she really that different? Well, she was a bit different, he admitted. That lack of voice from her side made her the more intriguing. Like he told her before, he was hiding his face and she was hiding her voice. Maybe she didn't intend to, but for Kylo, this was sort of a power play; almost a balance of both sides. It made him feel she had some sort of leverage over him though he was sure she couldn't speak out of nervousness, nothing more.

But as much as he almost hated it when he felt a bit out of control, this relationship in particular gave him a sense of thrill, and he caught himself more than once hoping for a new meeting with his latest guest.

Ben pulled himself out of his thoughts about Qi'ra and to find himself being swept away in less sexual thoughts of Rey. Truth be told, Ben respected Rey Niima, and bantering with her was only for the sake of work, nothing more.

He always admitted, only to himself of course, not to her, God forbid, that she was a capable person, and he never regretted the decision of hiring her. He believed his respect and appreciation of her showed immensely when he decided to make her head of recycling/scavenging department. But, their almost day-to-day arguing over anything and everything showed him as the villain boss who wanted slaves instead of employees, and Rey herself was no easy person. She would fight till the end of the world to prove her point. So, with two strong heads like them, bantering was kind of their daily routine.

Yes, Rey was an attractive young woman, and a true strong independent person and he admired her for that, but this admiration was purely platonic. He admired that someone like Rey, who lived her whole life on her own and had more than her fair share of life hardships, found it in herself to fight until she reached that position she was in now, while he, Benjamin Solo, the heir to the prestigious families of Solo and Skywalker/Organa, who was fed by a golden spoon and was offered everything good in life, wasn't strong enough to defend himself against the fake hopes that the dark side offered, and threw himself into it as soon as he felt a bit of weakness and despair.

Ben couldn't deny that a few months after Rey joined his company, he entertained the fleeting thought of imagining a more personal relationship with her, but he sort of killed this thought before it turned into something more persistent. First of all, Rey was his employee, and though Ben always pictured himself with someone like Rey, if he ever wanted to pursue a relationship, as their characters were similar in many ways, but his experience with the dark side made him hyper-aware of his weak ability to control his urges. Therefore, he decided to cut-off relationships all together from his life.

On the other hand, Ben Solo didn't do relationships at all, that was definitely not his forte. That was one of the reasons why he created "The Falcon". Physical release with no attachments, among other benefits, and he definitely wasn't going to pursue a relationship with one of his employees, let alone his nemesis, for lack of a funnier word, Rey Niima.

Ben was aware that such a method, relying on his app, was not going to work forever, but he tried to convince himself that as soon as his sessions with Phasma come to end, he would be able to leave that phase behind him. But even then, the idea of pursuing a relationship with anyone, not just Rey, scared him. He was better off alone. That was safer for him and everyone else.

"What did he say?" Paige asked Rey as soon as the latter walked back to her desk.

"We talked about the conference." Rey shrugged.

"Mmm, that's all?"

"Is there something else we should be talking about?" Rey asked, unlocking her laptop's screen to resume working.

"Well, I was just wondering. Because we didn't hear your voices from behind the door. Usually you argue more loudly." Paige giggled.

"We have no time for that, Paige. We need to prepare for the conference. This is really important for us. As a company and as a department. I am sending a meeting invitation to everyone today. Let's start brainstorming. We only have seven weeks. We need every minute we can get." Rey said quickly, typing furiously on her keyboard and already making a mental to-do list.

"Okay, but…"

"What is it?"

"Something is still different."

"About?"

"About you."

Rey turned her head to stare at Paige for a second then exclaimed, "Paige, for God's sake-"

"No need to get all defensive-"

"I am not defensive. You are being ridiculous."

Paige sighed dramatically, "Okay, calm down, girl. We are just talking.", then she turned around to head to her desk, but not before quickly whispering to Rey, "But I will find out." Then she turned back again chuckling lightly before Rey could respond.

Rey shook her head in disbelief. She knew her friend was only teasing her, and she usually wouldn't mind. But were her adventures with the mysterious man in black really showing on her? Rey had her fair share of secrets, like everyone else on this planet, but she was usually open with her friends. However, that was one secret Rey didn't want to share with anyone.

Instinctively, Rey touched her phone that was lying on her desk. She had half a mind to delete the app and be done with this. Two rounds were more than enough. She was actually quite surprised at herself that she managed to do that….twice. Maybe enough is enough, right?

The third meeting was almost poetical, and Rey was excited yet scared more than ever, feeling as if this new arrangement might be her 'drug of choice', which was something she wasn't comfortable with, so she would keep telling herself, "Why the fuss? It is just a release".

But three meetings in a few weeks? Rey didn't want this to turn into something bigger than it was intended to. After all, she was meeting a complete stranger for sex in a hotel and no one knew. Anything could happen. Literally anything.

This time, the appointment was on a Saturday evening, 9:00 PM. It has been three weeks since their last one. Rey wanted to believe she waited that long because she was in full control of herself, but the truth was that the only thing that kept Rey from booking an earlier appointment was the extra work load she had because of the upcoming conference. Luckily, both she and Ben Solo were quite busy with their own tasks and to-do lists for the conference that they didn't have time to banter as usual. But still, a girl's gotta have some time for herself.

Following the same steps that were now engraved in her memory, Rey quickly found herself standing again in the middle of room number 'IX', with Kylo Ren standing by the large glass window overlooking the city.

"I thought our previous time was our last." Kylo said in his deep voice, with his back to Rey, who was wearing her mask, "Honestly, I thought I scared you."

Then he turned his body fully to face her, "Apparently, I was wrong about you. Again." Rey swallowed nervously, his words confusing yet thrilling to her.

Silently, Kylo walked towards the bedroom and beckoned her to follow him. Rey complied, mentally bracing herself for the new adventure.

Now standing in the middle of the luxurious bedroom, Kylo turned to stare at Rey through his mask, "Did you enjoy what you experienced here, Qi'ra?" he asked. Rey swallowed hard and nodded shakily.

"Do you remember your safe word?"

Another nod from Rey.

"Perfect. Now let's begin."

In one moment, Kylo pulled Rey's body to his, as he yanked her skirt up to her waist without giving any thought to the tight fit of it and pushed her back on the bed.

"Take off your panties."

Rey was starting to get excited. She could feel her pussy pulsate. Dutifully, she took off her panties quickly, handing them to him. She sucked in a sharp breath as Kylo opened the drawer of the nightstand and put her panties inside before closing it.

"Spread your legs." He ordered gruffly, "I have been thinking about fucking you for days."

Rey lied on her back, her legs spread, and her pussy open and ready for him. But Rey wanted something a bit different, maybe a bit teasing. She wanted tonight to stretch as far as she could. She wanted to experience as much pleasure as she could. So, in a bold move, Rey pushed him away, and lifted herself up while he stared at her, as she slid her fingertip down her seam, coat it and then move back to rub some more. A groan came from him.

Kylo's eyes flashed up to hers to find them fixed on him. Inviting him. Asking him- no, telling him it was his turn.

Leaning over her body, Kylo ran his fingertip ever so softly over her lips, and used it to circle her entrance, his low groan enough to make her squirm in anticipation of what he planned to do-

Kylo let his fingers slowly stroke her wet lips, spreading them open. The tip of one finger brushed against her clit and she gasped. He pulled his hand away, bringing it up to her mouth, "Taste yourself."

Surprisingly, Rey opened her mouth to lick, savoring her own taste. She never dared to do that before. How could he have such an effect on her?

Next, Kylo pressed his finger to her clit before entering her with it and he felt her shudder. Rey's breath quickened, the muscles of her pussy quivering, wanting to feel more. Her hips moved in time with Kylo's finger, but if she wanted to tease, then two can play at this game.

Kylo placed his left palm firmly on Rey's abdomen, pressing her body down the mattress and halting her movements, "Do not move. Keep still."

Rey balled her hands into fists at her sides and bit her bottom lip, which earned her a low chuckle from Kylo, "Not used to being told what to do, little one. I can see your true self slipping through the cracks."

Kylo's fingers thrusted in and out of her; first one then two then three, stretching her. His thumb was on her clit, not moving but keeping constant pressure on it. Kylo massaged her G-spot for a few moments, then finger-fucked her as hard and fast as he could. Rey tried to move, but his firm grip on her was relentless. The weight on his body also helped him pin her down, making him the one in full control of her orgasm. Making him the dominant party, though he was paying attention to the signals her body was sending, in case he was hurting her.

Oh, the thrill of dominance!

That was Kylo Ren's drug of choice.

Kylo could feel Rey's muscles tightening around his fingers and he gradually slowed his pace, backing off a bit. She whined, trying to break free of his grip and thrust her hips against his hand as much as he allowed.

Kylo loosened his grip on her a bit, letting her have a few moments of bliss before he turned his hand slightly, pushing his fourth finger into her, and stretching her more. He paused, letting her adjust, seizing the moment to look at her. Her head was thrown back, eyes closed, her chest heaving from her heavy panting, her hands tightly fisting the bedsheets. Her orgasm was close, but he wanted to have his bit of fun first. After all, it was her choice.

Slowly, Kylo reached up with the hand holding her down, stroking her left breast through her dress, and pinching her nipple as he began to move his fingers again inside her. It didn't take long for Rey to convulse against him as she came hard, drenching his glove, her muscles squeezing his fingers.

"You are doing so good, little one!" He whispered, carefully slipping his fingers out of her. Rey let out a moan.

"Open your mouth and suck." Kylo demanded popping his fingers into her mouth. Rey sucked them hard tasting herself again, vaguely aware of his little moans. And when her teeth slightly bit into his fingertips and her eyes closed in pleasure, Kylo was done for. Gone.

Within a beat, he put on a condom, divested her of the rest of her clothes, then her hips were grabbed by his hands, his dick was lined up at her entrance and he was pushing into her inch by inch.

Warm. Tight. Wet.

Those three words filled his mind like a broken record before his thoughts turned into nothing and desire won the war over restraint.

Kylo gave her a second to adjust and then he began to move.

Slowly at first. A withdraw and then a thrust back in. A lean over to capture her nipples between his gloved fingers as her own hands found his arms and grabbed them lightly.

"That feels good." Kylo murmured as he moved in and out of her.

Soon, they found a rhythm. He picked up the pace taking her cues as they went. Loving how she squeezed his arms whenever he thrusted back. Loving how she gasped lightly whenever he withdrew. Loving how she tilted her head backwards whenever he hit a sensitive spot inside her.

Going crazy when she slid a hand between her thighs to touch his cock as it slid in and out of her, and then added friction to her own clit.

Her confidence was sexy. New, but sexy. Her eyes holding his mask were erotic, though she couldn't see his face.

Her confidence that night was a far cry from their first night together. Or even their second.

Maybe third time is a charm indeed.

Her gentle yet silent commands telling him what she liked and needed were hot as hell.

Right there, her pussy told him. Harder, faster, take your time.

Her pussy tightened around him like a vise squeezing every last bit of control he has left.

Kylo let her have a moment to enjoy her orgasm but the pulsing around his cock was gradually pushing him over the edge. His fingers tightened on her inner thighs as he spread them wider and slowed the pace, willing his orgasm to be delayed as much as he could.

Rey inhaled sharply and threw her head back, pushing it against the soft pillows as he slipped deeper into her.

"This is everything I think about and still never enough." She heard him murmur to himself. His voice was gruff but his strokes were slow, drawn out to yield maximum pleasure.

His left hand covered her breast and pinched her nipple again, while the other hand lifted her left leg up against his shoulder to give him wider entrance, as he absent-mindedly traced the three-star tattoo on her foot with his thumb.

His cock kissed a spot on the roof of her pussy squeezing out rivulets of pleasure as her cunt yielded more wetness, ready for a new orgasm.

His gasps were harsher as he got closer to his own release, while all Rey felt were his balls slapping her hips.

Drive after drive. Thrust after thrust.

GOOD GOD!

Rey's orgasm burst out of her with sudden force, causing her to shudder under him, and her pussy to clench him. Kylo's balls ached with pleasure as it built up and then he couldn't stop the freight train of ecstasy that swept through him when he came.

They have been lying on the bed for the past twenty minutes, both of them too spent to move a muscle. Slowly, Rey dragged herself to the bathroom to clean up.

Standing in front of the large mirror, she could not believe that she was staring at her own reflection. She was glowing. Different but radiant. Her hair was in complete disarray but she totally loved it. Her face was mostly covered but she knew she looked her best. She just knew it. Why couldn't she meet such a guy in real life? Why did it have to be like that? Like a fantasy? Like a dirty secret? A few hours stolen behind everyone's backs?

Rey's thoughts were interrupted as Kylo walked into the large bathroom. As if not aware of her presence, he took off the used condom and threw it into the trash bin then cleaned himself. Despite the fact that they just fucked each other, Rey felt that such an act was quite intimate and averted her eyes from his form and busied herself with fixing her hair and splashing some water on her neck.

A minute later, Rey heard some rustling and she dared to look through the mirror, only to find him picking a new condom from a cabinet and slipping it on then walking back to stand behind her.

"Remember, tonight, you are mine to do with as I wish."

Upon hearing his words, Rey titled her head and gazed at him through the mirror, feeling puzzled but excited.

"Remember your safe word, Qi'ra." Kylo continued with a gentler voice, re-assuring her that nothing would happen without her complete consent.

Rey nodded silently, confirming she remembered her safe word, and confirming her consent.

Slowly, Kylo pushed his knee casually between her legs, re-creating the friction her body has been craving all night.

Rey was painfully aware of her body, begging to be touched by him once more.

He was silent again, and his mask tortured her. She turned to face him, and she could almost see her distorted reflection in the polished metal of the mask, and deep inside her, she knew that behind that mask, there was the same raw, urgent desire that she felt, reflected in Kylo Ren's own eyes. It was as if every muscle, every breath, was attuned to her. Like they were a mirror to one another.

As Kylo leaned against her, trapping her between his own body and the bathroom counter, Rey was consumed by the strength he radiated. She was no longer in control.

She barely noticed when Kylo took hold of her shoulders and turned her around so that her back was pressed against his front, and she was staring at their reflections in the mirror.

"I want you to watch." He whispered into her ear and she shuddered. That was too much for her.

Kylo waited for a few moments in case she wanted to stop, then he slowly stripped off his gloves, and Rey held her breath in anticipation until his bare hand was on her breast again while his other hand teased and touched her clit.

The skin to skin contact was maddening. This was their first time.

In the back of his mind, Ben was scolding Kylo for slipping, "You have never done that before. This is intimate. Put the gloves back on."

But Kylo was beyond that now. He wanted to feel her skin.

His fingers toyed with her naked flesh and Rey's mind went blank. She desperately searched for support, wanting to lean against the counter, unable to control the whirlpool of sensations taking hold of her body. But Kylo wouldn't let her. He wanted her to watch everything.

His masterful fingers were busy bringing her nipples to taut submission as he fingered her. Rey was barely able to bear this torture anymore-

And then he stopped. A whine elicited from her at the loss of direct contact. Watching herself being finger-fucked should have been more than enough to push her over the edge but she wanted more from him.

Kylo slightly pushed her down against the counter, parted her thighs and without much more warning, he sank into her from behind, and she loudly gasped as her body stretched deliciously around him, and she managed to wrap her fingers around the counter's edge for support.

And just as he slipped into her with a new thin barrier of protection, they both slipped into whatever that was between them.

"See how much I enjoy your body?" Kylo groaned as he squeezed her ass, his cock grazing her G-spot. Rey only managed a whine as he pumped in and out of her.

"No one will ever make you feel as good as I do." he exclaimed, between his shallow breaths. "Come for me, Qi'ra. Show me how much you crave this. Show me why you came back."

His words, combined with his unyielding cock, sent her you careening over the edge. A muffled cry escaped her as her mind and body succumbed to their demands.

After the orgasm gradually faded, Rey's limbs gave out and she lied boneless on top of the counter.

"That's it, little one. Easy. Take your time." Kylo gently patted Rey's hair, before he withdrew. "You are still soaking wet." He remarked, thrusting one finger inside her.

"Do you think you can handle more, little one?" Rey nodded quickly. She knew she was going to regret that tomorrow, but she wanted one more go.

Kylo gently swept his finger over Rey's clit, then slowly moved and rested his fingertip against her ass hole. Slowly, he breached her tight opening with one lubricated finger, pumping it in and out.

"This is where I want to come. But only if you want it, too. And not tonight." He whispered as he slowly moved his finger in and out, extremely aware of the sounds she made. That was a hard limit for many women.

Sure enough, the initial pain turned into a dull burn before morphing into a blistering pleasure when Kylo curved his finger inside her.

"Do you remember your safe word?" he asked once again.

Rey nodded.

"Do you want to say it?"

Rey shook her head.

"Good. Now, brace yourself, little one."

The head of his cock pushed at her cunt once more, while his finger was still buried inside her ass.

Before she could do so much as moan, Kylo penetrated her fully, burying his cock balls-deep inside her. Rey cried at the intrusion, her body more sensitive after all these orgasms, and for a moment, she considered uttering her safe word, but the pleasure was too much to waste. Kylo looped his left palm lightly around her neck, swallowing her groans into him, and slightly sustaining his role as Dom. His other hand was busy finger-fucking her tight hole as cautiously as possible.

"That's my girl, I knew you would take it." Kylo praised her.

Rey's eyes rolled back as he fucked her without mercy, and to her horror and utter excitement, her reflection in the mirror was something else.

"Look at yourself, little one. All debauched and humming with pleasure. I could fuck you all night long in front of this mirror just so I can let you see how beautiful you look when I am inside you. When you let go."

Kylo leaned backwards to his full height, this new position allowing Rey to actually see her cunt being pumped by him, and the sight was more than she could handle.

Kylo probed deeper and deeper, driving her to new levels of intensity, until Rey suddenly exploded with pleasure as wave after wave took hold of her, and it didn't take long before Kylo shuddered with his own release, following her.

Panting heavily, Kylo lightly rested his head in the crook of Rey's neck, making sure not to completely lean on her in order not to hurt her, and the hand that was gripping her neck now spread across her collarbone, caressing the soft skin, and waiting for her heart rate to calm down, as he could feel it through her skin.

Rey, on the other hand, was trying to comprehend what was happening, as if she was dream-walking and she suddenly woke up to find herself in that place with that man. She admitted that the game was thrilling, but a part of her was still terrified of what to come. But, as she felt Kylo's bare fingers caressing her collarbone in a soothing way, her mind gradually calmed down, convincing her that no harm was done, and that she was in full control of the situation and she could walk away whenever she wanted. Kylo Ren may be the dominant person inside this room, but the fact was, she held all the strings. She was in control.

Sex without strings.

Strangers with benefits.

Getting the perks out of playing the game.

Any way Rey wanted to define this was fine by her, as long as it was not permanent. Because Rey knew, that sooner or later, she would have to stop.