When you jolt awake for the third time, your senses instantly reel. You recognize your restraints as being the same, but something feels very different.
You hear heavy footsteps drawing close. "Back with us?" asks a familiar voice. "Good."
You crane your neck towards Kylo's voice, and realize with a shock that you are still strapped to the interrogation table, but now on your back, head pointing slightly downhill.
"You enjoyed yourself earlier, but I didn't get what I wanted before you were spent," he says, stepping close enough to rest a hand on the table next to your head. "Now we'll have to try a different tactic."
As you listen to him, you gradually notice the sound of your blood pounding in your ears. "Ah, yes," he intones. "The longer this takes, the closer you will get to passing out. And if you fail to satisfy me again, I will no longer be a… pleasant companion."
He strokes your cheek gently. "You know, there is one thing that will restrict the blood flow to your head." He raises his hand over your neck, and you choke out a gasp as you feel your throat tighten. "Of course, it comes at the expense of your air supply."
He stares into your eyes, probing your thoughts. "Very well. Choking it is. At least this way I don't have to stop you from talking by myself."
With his other hand, he grabs your chin, forcing your mouth open. "Stay like this. Don't make me hold your mouth open myself." You give a small nod, and stay in position after he releases his grip. His hand moves to his robes, pulling his cock out and stroking it as he gazes at you intently. Your eyes widen at the sight, and he smiles, leaning closer. "Just don't forget… to breathe," he says mockingly, pressing himself into your mouth. You close your eyes, forcing yourself to keep your mouth open against your reflexes. The sensation makes your head spin. You feel Kylo's other hand roaming over your chest, stopping to brush his fingers gently over your nipple, teasing it through your thin shirt. You squirm, and he shushes you, pushing himself deeper into your throat. You fight the urge to gag against his insistent length, focusing instead on the sharp sensation as he tweaks your nipple. You feel yourself getting wet, even as he chokes you with the Force and shoves his cock into your throat.
"I think you like being my prisoner," says Kylo. You can hear the smile in his voice. "Maybe I'll keep you after I get what's mine. The galaxy would never miss one little smuggler." The fear that spreads through you is real, but some quiet voice in the back of your mind reminds you that you've enjoyed yourself so far. You quickly squash the thought, but not before you hear Kylo's laughter ringing through the chamber. You feel yourself blush furiously. He strokes your cheek and thrusts further into your mouth. "I like this, too."
You experimentally curl the tip of your tongue to lick a hard line down his length as he thrusts again, eliciting a low groan. Satisfied, you swirl your tongue around the head of his cock, teasing his slit with your tongue. He shudders, and you gasp as the invisible grip on your throat tightens. "Good girl," he murmurs. "Keep going like that and this will be over sooner than you expected." He pushes to the back of your throat, and you relax, letting him slide further into your mouth. You swallow hard around him, and he moans. Relishing the sound, you arch against your restraints. He passes his hand back over your nipples, making you tingle with anticipation. Kylo moves his hand up your body, letting it rest between your legs. You buck shamelessly against him, and he slips one of his fingers into you. Your desire overwhelms you as he begins to thrust faster in your mouth, and you relax to let him fuck your throat openly. Rocking his hips into you, he pushes another finger into your wet heat. As he moves in a concerted rhythm, filling you completely, you close your eyes and let the sensation build, your thoughts melting and blurring as you approach your climax.
You gasp in shock as he pulls his fingers roughly out of you, tightening his grip around your throat. "Not… yet," he growls in time with his wild thrusts. You moan and open your mouth wider, pushing away your urge to gag. His motions become more erratic and desperate, and he tangles his fingers in your hair, pulling your head into a better angle. With a hot rush, he groans and bucks against you once, twice, his wet salty heat pouring down your throat as you close your eyes and surrender to the sensation, letting the intensity of the moment pull you over the edge.
He pulls his cock out of your mouth, releasing his Force chokehold at the same time. You gasp and cough, swallowing desperately, gulping the air. The pounding of your blood in your ears is deafening now. He smiles down at you. "Well done." He braces one hand against the back of your head, and gestures with the other. Your restraints unlock, and he pushes you into a sitting position. When you recover from the head rush, you turn to see him tucking himself back into his robes, smiling dangerously. Rubbing your wrists, you remember with a jolt what it was that brought you here in the first place. He laughs as the thought crosses your mind, and you look at him incredulously. Smirking slightly, dark eyes dancing, he reaches down to pick up his mask. "Stormtroopers have been searching every inch of your ship since the moment you arrived here," he informs you. "This method of obtaining information is just… more interesting." He steps closer, inspecting you, and then gently strokes your cheek. "You'll be seeing me again soon. I know you won't run."
His cloak swirling, Kylo Ren leaves the chamber. The hydraulic door hisses shut, and you trace his touch on your cheek with wonder.