You try to avoid his gaze, but Kylo grabs your chin and forces your head up. "Look at me. Keep your eyes on me." You bite your lip and look at him. Lips slightly parted, pupils blown, he is the picture of lust, but something primal and ferocious is stirring behind his dark eyes that makes you shiver. He rubs his thumb against your lips and squeezes your jaw to force your mouth open, pushing his gloved finger into your mouth. You can't help but gently trace your tongue along it, tasting the warm leather. A hint of a smile tugs at the corners of his mouth as he pulls his hand away. "You like that."
You feel a blush creeping across your cheeks. You open your mouth to deny it, but suddenly the words are lost in the back of your throat. With a note of panic, you feel Kylo's presence in your mind again. "No words," he admonishes you. "Don't distract me." Obediently, and not entirely of your own accord, you close your mouth again.
He leans closer, so close that his body is fully pressed up against you. He's noticeably warm, even through his thick black robes. He presses his face against your neck, pushing your head to the side. "You want me," he murmurs against your skin. "Good. That will make this easier for you."
You feel his hands at your waistband. Before you know it, he's ripping your pants off. You gasp as the cold air hits your exposed skin. Kylo looks down and laughs low in his throat. "Look at that." You look down, and then quickly avert your eyes in embarrassment. "So ready for me." He allows you to look away; eyes squeezed shut, as he slowly moves one hand between you. As he drags one finger lazily through your wetness, you shudder and your hips cant towards him. He presses his face against your cheek again and smiles a predator's smile.
He pulls away from you and you hear the rustling of fabric. You open your eyes and a wave of fear hits you. His fingers are curled around his cock, hard and heavy in his hand, and the animalistic hunger in his eyes is so intense you try to look away, but you feel your motion being blocked by an invisible force. "I told you to look at me," Kylo reminds you, an edge of steel to his low voice. He steps back towards you and runs one hand through your hair, tangling his fingers in it and pulling your head slightly backwards. "That's better."
You feel him shift his weight forward and you gasp as you feel a new sensation between your legs. Kylo groans as he drags the head of his cock through your wetness. You try to look down, but his fingers tighten in your hair. "No. Just feel it," he growls. He rocks his hips, and you feel him pressing against your entrance. You whimper and try to pull away from his insistent heat. He smiles again, drawing back, and then with one fluid motion he pushes into you, burying himself. You moan and throw your head back as he exhales hard, holding your hips steady with his other hand. Kylo angles himself and pulls back slowly, dragging a gasp from your throat. He braces himself and thrusts back into you hard. You can feel yourself shaking, trying desperately to form a word. "What is it?" he murmurs, releasing his hold on your speech.
"P-please…"
"Please what?" he taunts, shoving himself back into you.
"Please take me, faster, please," you gasp raggedly.
"Please, sir," he says sharply, punctuating his sentence with a tug on your hair.
"Please, sir!" you cry.
"Very well." He tightens his grip on your hip and begins to move faster. You arch against your restraints and moan every time he thrusts into you. Heat trickles down your spine and pools between your legs, igniting like gasoline as he takes you. You can feel your heart pounding as he leans forward, taking your shoulder in his mouth and biting down savagely. You cry out, and he moves his mouth to your ear. "Say my name," he growls. "Say my name when you come for me."
And you do. You say his name with every broken breath as you feel the waves of your orgasm break over you until you are gasping, hanging limply from your restraints.
Kylo pulls away from you, a feral glint in his eye. He grasps your chin in his hand, and smiles at your faint whimpers of protest. "Oh, but we're not done yet," he laughs, and you close your eyes as you feel him pull your consciousness from your body yet again.