When Rey had awoken that morning in her makeshift home in the abandoned AT-AT on Jakku, she never imagined that by nightfall her life would drastically change. Since she had been left on Jakku as a child, she had spent her days scavenging in the hot desert for salvageable parts in abandoned starships. The parts she recovered were then cleaned in order to trade them for meager food portions that were never enough to stave off hunger pains from ravaging her body at night.

Today had begun like any other day, but when she reached the trading post to scrub the parts she had been able to salvage, four men had stopped her and had forced her onto a ship. She had put up a good fight against them but unlike Plutt's henchmen, these men were highly skilled in combat and she was no match for them.

They flew her to a planet with the most beautiful city she had ever seen and took her to the largest building in the center. It was a palace of some sort and Rey wondered why they had taken her there. She was escorted to a room where maids bathed her and dressed her in a beautiful, yet slightly immodest dress, that draped elegantly over her petite frame. They brushed and styled her hair in the usual three bun fashion she wore, but added a strand of jewels that wrapped around her forehead and her top bun.

Rey had repeatedly asked the women why she was there, but they had refused to acknowledge her. Not one person had spoken to her, not the maids, and not the men who had brought her there.

When the maids had finished with her, a man entered the room and motioned for her to follow him. Rey hesitantly obeyed and walked a few paces behind him, silently debating what her odds were of being able to escape. She determined that it would be downright impossible given that she was barefoot, in a dress, did not have her staff to fight, and had no idea where she was. So she quietly followed this man to her unknown fate and hoped that whatever it was would not be too cruel.

They entered a large room, at the end of which sat a person on what looked to be a throne. They walked down the long aisle towards the person and when they reached the bottom of the steps, Rey realized that despite wearing makeup and having longer hair, the person who sat before them was a man.

The man gave a nod and her escort bowed and left them alone. The man turned to her and Rey stared at him with an expression that conveyed both nervousness and bewilderment.

"Excuse the silence from everyone, I told them that my voice would be the first you hear at your new home, Rey," he said. His voice was deep and exuded power.

"How do you know my name?" Rey asked, stunned by his words.

"I've been watching you, Rey. Ever since I spotted you on Jakku, I knew that one day you would be here with me," he answered, leaning forward slightly and focusing his intense gaze on her face as if he was trying to gage her reaction to his admission.

"Who are you?" Rey demanded, wanting to know who this man was who believed he could just take her from Jakku.

"My apologies, I have not introduced myself. I am Emperor Kylo Ren." He was very still as he watched for her reaction and Rey felt her heart drop.

She had heard stories of this man from whispers at the Niima trading post. He was powerful and ambitious; if he wanted something he would take it. He used force to bring entire planets to their knees, destroying entire cities in order to conquer them. No one dared to question his authority or else they would face terrible consequences.

Suddenly feeling very small, Rey bowed her head down and refused to look at him, offering only a meek, "Oh."

"Look at me, Rey," he ordered and Rey snapped her head back up to peer into the dark eyes of the Emperor.

"Why am I here?" she asked, her voice losing the bravado it once held.

His white and red painted lips smiled down at her. "I will tell you everything, but you must come sit on my lap first."

Rey's cheeks flushed and she bit the inside of her lip so hard that she drew blood. "I would rather not."

The Emperor's eyes darkened and his jaw clenched and she immediately regretted defying him. Rey stood still and waited, silently hoping that she had not angered him too much.

"We have started off so well, Rey-let's keep it that way," he warned.

Rey nodded and slowly made her way up the steps and to where he sat on his throne. When he was close enough to touch, Rey stood in front of him, wringing her hands nervously, unsure how to gracefully place herself on his lap.

She gasped when he reached out and grabbed her waist, lifting her onto his lap. His elegant robes were soft to the touch and Rey found herself unconsciously running her hands over the fabric. She looked up to find an amused smile on his lips and Rey quickly placed her hands in her own lap, embarrassed at her actions.

"You're here because you are mine now," he said with the utmost certainty. He lifted his hand to her face and traced his fingertips down the length of her neck.

As his fingers grazed her skin Rey came to a conclusion as to what he meant; she may have been inexperienced, but she was not naive. He wanted her body, her flesh, all for his pleasure.

"I am to be your concubine," she said numbly.

Kylo sighed and pulled her closer. "I prefer the term mate, consort…concubine has such a negative connotation."

"Is that what you told the others as well?" she sneered resentfully, something akin to jealousy coloring her tone.

"You are the only one, Rey. There are no others and there will be no others. I have been with other women in the past, but never have I felt this way about anyone until I saw you," he said in a low voice and Rey felt her agitation lessen slightly.

He leaned forward and pressed his face against her hair, breathing in her scent. Rey shuddered at how close he was to her, not out of fear but out of excitement. She shifted uncomfortably as the area between her legs tingled and was becoming wetter. Despite all the negative things she had heard about this man, there was an attractiveness about him that she was finding she was unable to ignore. He had a commanding air that Rey would find herself despising in anyone else, but with him she found tantalizing, which shocked her.

She looked up at him and found him grinning at her; he knew she was aroused and her cheeks reddened in humiliation. She did not stop him as he removed the piece of her dress that was covering her intimate areas, leaving only one of the draped pieces of cloth over her upper body. The piece of fabric shifted as he undressed her and her breasts were exposed to him. Feeling insecure under his gaze, she lifted her hands to move it back into place, but he stopped her.

"So beautiful," he murmured thoughtfully. This caused her cheeks to redden more, but she did not attempt to cover herself again, feeling more secure in herself than before.

Kylo repositioned her so that her back was against his chest, facing towards the large room. If they had not been alone, everyone would be able to see her in all her nudity.

"You will have your own quarters as a formality but I doubt you will ever use them. Your nights will be spent in my bed and your days will be spent in my lap," he told her, his right hand cupping her breast.

Rey moaned and her legs parted slightly, welcoming his touch. She heard Kylo release a pleased sound at the movement and his right hand slipped down her torso, exploring the tautness of her flat stomach.

"You're mine now, Rey, which means you will want for nothing. Anything you want, all you need to do is ask and I will give it to you. No longer are you at the mercy of that disgusting creature Plutt," he said, his voice darkening as he mentioned the Jakku junk boss.

"Now I'm at your mercy," she whispered, feeling his hand travel further down her body, towards her arousal.

"Trust me when I say that being at my mercy is much more pleasurable and fulfilling," he assured her as his fingers rubbed along the outside of her wet folds.

Rey whimpered and her hips moved towards his hand which caused him to chuckle.

"What do you want, my sweet girl?" he taunted, lightly tracing her lips with his fingertips.

"We…we shouldn't…do this…here," Rey stammered, trying her best not to lose all her modesty to him.

He leaned forward so that his lips were right next to her ear and growled, "You know I can take whatever I want. Right now I want to take your first experience with sexual pleasure as you sit on my lap on this throne."

Rey's breathing quickened at the thought and her legs opened wider to give him better access to her slit. She felt him smile against her cheek, his fingers continuing to lightly brush against her.

"Tell me what you want, Rey. Ask me and I will give it to you," he urged as she squirmed in his lap.

"I want….I want you…to touch me," she responded, desperately wanting him to give her more.

"I am touching you," he smirked.

"Please….I need release," she begged as he continued to tease her lips, only briefly tracing over the bundle of nerves she craved for him to touch.

"I can see that you do, you're so wet for me. So shy to ask properly. Ask me to make you cum. Go ahead, say, 'Kylo, please touch me and make me cum on your hand'," he ordered.

"Kylo….please…please…touch me and…and…make…make me cum…on your hand," she managed to say and just like he had told her, he began to give her what she asked for.

Rey's head fell back against his chest as he cupped her womanhood and began to rub it with more pressure, his thumb circling her clit. She moaned and her hips rocked against his hand, trying to create more friction. His left hand held her torso, attempting to keep her still as he continued his ministrations on her.

Kylo slowly slipped one long finger inside of her which caused her to cry out in shock from the intrusion. Rey was surprised at how good it felt, to have him pump his finger in and out of her as his thumb pushed against her nub. His rhythm increased and Rey felt something strange begin to build in her lower abdomen. He wiggled his thumb against her clit and thrust his finger into her again and that's what triggered her climax. She screamed out and clutched his robes in her hands as the pleasure from the orgasm ran through her.

When she was finished he removed his hand from her womanhood and brought it to his mouth, licking his fingers clean of the sticky fluids of her arousal.

He moaned and told her, "You taste better than I imagined. I can hardly wait to take you to my bed tonight."

Rey didn't reply, only panted as she calmed down from the intense pleasure she had just experienced. She felt him stroke her hair tenderly and kiss her temple. Rey turned herself around in his lap and placed her lips on his painted ones, kissing him, trying to convey to him everything she felt for him in that moment, the yearning and the gratitude for pleasure she had never before experienced and had never thought she wanted to. She felt him smile against her lips and kiss her back.