Trigger Warning: This chapter contains sleep sex and violence and a real intense spanking and blowjob/face fucking "funishment" angsty scene at the end.
In his room that night, Kylo Ren stared at Rey, still passed out. His blanket a black spiral wrapped around her pale skin. She hadn't stirred at all, but as he stepped closer, he sensed her dream shifted. A moment passed when he considered peeking deeper into her mind.
She said she loved him. Thought she loved him. Did that mean she dreamed of him?
Irrelevant.
He took off his mask and set it on the table next to his side of the bed. He only needed it when she was conscious. It kept her afraid of him. Kept her distant. She didn't try to reach through to him when he wore it, she could hardly even bring herself to look at him.
Rey stirred in her sleep and, unable to help himself, he probed into her head. Flashes of green and brown slipped over each other. She was so peaceful, deep in her sleep. It was a gift he had given her, taking her to that point of exhaustion earlier in the day. He gave her a faint smile as he unclipped his cloak and let it fall to the floor.
With barely a thought, he sent a current through her collar. She didn't move, but in her mind he saw the brown sands of Jakku fade. White and blue industrial lights chased them away, a sense of paralysis. She was dreaming she was back in the restraints. A shadow passed over her.
He grabbed the end of the blanket and pulled it slowly off of her. The more of her that he revealed, the bigger his shadow grew in her dream. She stirred again, her brow lingering in a furrow as he slid his hand up her leg.
"Get away from me," Rey said at the mountain of a shadow looming over her. Her heart wasn't in it, her voice shook with fear though she strained to appear strong against it. The darkness was warm, inviting. Tempting, but evil.
The Dark Side.
She gathered her courage, but it was seeping out of her and into the shadow, drawing him closer. The touch of the black tendrils sent sparks over her skin. Rey realized she was naked, back in the interrogation room. Her wrists next to her head, legs forcibly spread. She tried to move and cried out with fear when she couldn't. Her moan twisted into pleasure as the shadow lowered itself between her thighs and kissed her there.
It wrapped around her thighs, keeping her still as its kiss deepened, fluttering over her clit before pulling it into its warm mouth. She tried to look down at it, give it a shape, a face, but it eluded her, pulling her deeper into pleasure.
The restraints vanished and she grabbed it, gasped as her hand came down on a smooth, hard surface. The pleasure stopped and the darkness came over her again.
Kylo Ren's mask shimmered into view. Her blood turned to ice as she struggled, but the bondage returned, keeping her under him. A hiss came as he started to take it off, and she took a cautious comfort in his dark eyes.
"Ben," She said, wanting desperately for him to kiss her. He leaned in close, staring at her lips as she stretched her face to his.
A red light and crackling buzz came between them.
Kylo Ren lowered his lightsaber and plunged it into her.
Rey woke up with a strangled gasp, crushed under his body pumping fast and hard into her.
"Ben," she muttered, wrapping her legs around his to match his thrusts, aching for him deeper.
He folded his fingers between hers and held them over her head. She felt him in her mind, scavenging through her memories on Jakku. She thought about the first time she saw his face, trying to bring him back here with her. She wiggled her hands out of his and rested them on his chest. The cuffs around her wrists were cold, but she tried not to think about it and buried her face against his shoulder instead.
"I love you." she whispered.
He stopped moving, his cock lingering deep inside of her. She sensed him pulling away, and then he pulled out of her and lifted his body off of hers, taking the comforting warmth with him.
"No, come back." She tried to wrap her hands around him, but he grabbed her arms and twisted them, forcing her to roll over onto her stomach.
"Show me the map." He said, then plunged back into her. The collar tingled back to life, strong. His desperation for answers leaked through their shared mind. Rey focused on him, his torment. He was taking it out on her, and that was okay.
Let me bear it, she thought at him. Take it out on me.
"Show me the map." He repeated, his voice angry now. He put his hand on the back of her head and shoved her face into the pillow. Sweat dripped from his neck onto her back as he fucked her. He invaded her mind deeper, now as she spiraled closer to cumming, opening herself to him more and more.
Kylo let out a grunt of frustration as it started happening again. Her pleasure was pulling him into her, to the shallower parts of her. Rey reflected her sensations to him and he couldn't resist indulging. She submitted to his strength. She loved it.
He grit his teeth together and tried to focus on the map.
"Ben," Rey gasped, halting all of his efforts immediately. She tightened around him, on the edge of cumming. He collapsed on top of her, crushing her into the mess of sheets and blankets, thrusting hard and deep, stretching her open, pulling the orgasm from her until she shivered and shook, moaning his name over and over. His hands slid under her body to grab her breasts, she arched her head up for air as he unloaded into the deepest parts of her.
He kissed her bare shoulders as he pulled the blanket over himself and released her. A mental door came down between them.
She rolled over and faced away from him, crossing her arms over her stomach. The tears came and she let them, allowing herself in the vulnerable afterglow, to hate how he resisted her. How she had been so open, and he had given her nothing.
He crashed against her back and wrapped his arm around her stomach and pulled her in against his body. His lips brushed against the exposed back of her neck and, weak from her affection, knowing it was unrequited, Rey lied to herself. She read his kisses as comforting reassurance so she could drift back to sleep.
The next morning Rey woke up alone. A folded outfit sat on the night table next to her head. He had fixed her clothes, or had someone make her a new identical set. Rey sat up and grabbed them on her way to the bathroom.
In the shower, she made the water as hot as she could bear and tried to slip the cuffs over her hands. The metal didn't seem to expand. She stared at herself in the mirror in her new clothes, the night before playing over in her head.
You're an idiot. You know he feels nothing.
She left the bathroom biting her bottom lip, but she knew she was right. Opening herself to him like that had gutted her.
I have to persevere, he just needs more time.
She wanted to cry, but was too tired to. Instead, Rey squared her shoulders and began going through his room. She looked for anything pointy, sharp, metal, long and malleable she could use to pick at the cuffs. Something tiny that would jump if it hit a crack or joint, she could run along the inside to find out how it connected.
She sat cross legged on the bed, dropping the fifth skinny metal rod she grounged up, a bubbling scream of frustration building in her chest. Her eyes fell on the door and it occurred to her to just try and leave.
To her shock, the door did open.
Three stormtroopers turned towards her.
"Can I go?" She asked, glancing between them.
"You will be escorted if commander Kylo Ren permits you to."
Rey looked down the hallway. "What if I just started walking?" She asked, then side-stepped the trooper standing there. He reached out and grabbed her arm, yanking her back.
"We have direct orders to keep you here."
"But not to harm me?" It was odd to see stormtroopers like this. They weren't even trying to act threatening.
They were silent.
"Please return to the room."
Rey tried to walk past them again and the one standing in the middle suddenly slammed her against the wall.
A crackle came from down the hall. The trooper let her go and turned to face Kylo Ren.
"I'm going crazy in there." She said to him, trying to humanize him to herself by talking to him through his mask. "I'm so bored."
He ignored her, marching toward the four of them. He was radiating fury, and suddenly Rey backed into his bedroom again, feeling an overwhelming need to leave the scene.
As the door closed behind her, she heard his lightsaber swing and two dull thuds. He said something in that awful robotic voice. She had leaned against the wall, cupping her hand over her mouth.
The door hissed open and Kylo Ren stormed in. He paused before turning around.
"Will you please take that awful thing off?" She asked.
"You tried to escape." He said.
"Can you blame me?"
Rey looked down at her wrists, looking at him was suddenly unbearable. Her stomach twisted around itself, wanting him to leave her be and also wanting his arms around her.
"If you want the cuffs off, show me the map."
She shook her head, her wrists falling down at her sides. She squared her shoulders to face him, anticipating the collar to flick on. There were worse things he could do, she supposed. Since she armored herself with her love for him, she could bear the brunt of not knowing his true feelings to protect Luke and the Resistance.
"Get on your knees."
Rey took a deep breath as her body obeyed on its own. As she sunk down to the floor, she felt her mind slipping into a warm, dark state of complacency. His robotic voice lingered in her ears as she stared up at his mask.
"Crawl to the bed and get up on it." She hated that she liked feeling his gaze over her as she moved. He stepped aside and watched her climb up. The metal rods she used to try and break her cuffs jingled as she passed them. "Face the wall."
Rey prodded her mind towards him, but was met with nothing. It was so much harder with his mask on, and without seeing him. He radiated dark intentions.
His arms came around her hips and roughly undid her belt. He yanked her pants down to her knees. She gripped the sheets, wanting desperately to turn her head and look at him, but couldn't.
He came around to the headboard, and placed the metal rods one at a time on the shelf. He spaced them out evenly right in front of her.
"What are you-"
"Silence."
Her jaw clamped shut. His gloved hand slid up the inside of her thigh, her heart began to pound heavy in her chest as he reached her ass. He gave it a light slap, she took a sharp intake of breath and squeezed her eyes shut. He's punishing me for trying to get the cuffs off.
He was picturing her escaping. Leaving him. She saw in his mind herself, running down the halls. Escaping in a ship, a TI Fighter. Him, staring out a window watching her. Helpless. Unable to fire at her, but a nagging voice in the back of his head demanding he make the order. It all made him angry.
Kylo Ren slapped her other ass cheek, so loud it echoed in her ears. She cringed her shoulders, resisting the pain at first. A moment passed enough for her to catch her breath before he did it again, harder this time. Rey's eyes began watering and she gasped as his hand kept raining down on her backside.
He paused to take his glove off. Rey could feel the burn lingering on her skin, as the blood flooded the area, she realized her clit was throbbing from it, too. He was using the Force again, manipulating her nerves to interpret every spank as pleasurable.
"Apologize." He said.
"For what?" She asked. He slapped her ass again, his bare hand stung more. He grabbed it and shook it in his hand, digging his fingers into her until she cried out in the blend of pleasure and pain. Her elbows buckled, threatening to drop her head and shoulders to the bed. It'd make her more exposed. She ached for him to touch her wetness, drive his hand between her folds and do that thing that felt so good...
"Trying to leave."
Boiling from underneath his anger came a wave of pain and loneliness. He thought she was trying to escape him.
She tried to turn her head, but the collar prevented it. "I'm sorry, I wasn't trying to leave you, I just-"
He cut her words off with another hard spank, and as she took in a deep breath he gave her another. Her pussy was throbbing for stimulation. He doesn't believe me.
"Wanted to take the cuffs off." She gasped. A tear dripped down her chin onto the bed. She sensed he wasn't listening to her.
"You're so wet." His voice was soft.
Rey blushed as he pulled her cheeks apart, feeling his eyes feast over her exposed, vulnerable folds. She lowered herself to the bed and bunched the blanket around her head. Humiliated. Conflicted. Desperate.
"Get back up." He ordered, forcing a resigned sigh of frustration from her. "You can't run away from me."
Her lips curled as she fought back another frustrated sob, but he ignored her and continued slapping her ass. She clung to each fading sting of pain, collecting it in her core to strengthen her resolve. The burn had grown to halfway down her thighs, her skin must have been pink and puffy by now. It was impossible to ignore the swelling wetness between her legs.
With a grunt and a surge of intent, Rey twisted herself around and grabbed his arm.
"Stop," she heaved, burning with a blend of frustration and agony. As much as she hated staring at his mask, it was better than the wall. They both were stunned she was able to break through the restraints, or maybe he had lifted them, perhaps there was a time limit on his demands…
Kylo Ren grabbed her head and slammed it down into the blanket. His fingers spread over her face and into her hair. He plunged his fingers into her. A sharp pain - his pain -went through her temple that dissipated immediately to pleasure as he started wiggling his fingers inside of her velvety, wet walls.
Rey looked up at him, her mouth open as he tore through her mind.
"Ben," she sighed.
Saying his name had always gave him pause, but not this time. He was too angry about her attempts to escape.
"Shut up." He growled.
Yes, she thought at him. Give me all of your anger. It's okay, I can take it.
Gritting his teeth, Kylo Ren felt he might scream at her. Or throw her off the bed. Why did she have to make this so hard?
She lifted one hand to his belt, and pressed her palm against the bulge, rubbing him over his pants. Her mind flooded with remnants of memories. The sensation of him inside her. His lips on hers. His warm body rubbing against hers.
"You want it?" He asked.
"Take off the mask." Rey begged. "Please, let me see your face."
She was no one to make demands. Kylo Ren pulled himself out of his pants and yanked her up by her hair. She enthusiastically opened her mouth, taking him surprisingly deep before she gagged and pulled away to breathe and cough.
"Look at me." He said, and she obeyed, hate radiating from her eyes as she stared at the mask. He wrapped his hand around her head and stuck himself between her lips again, thrusting deep and hard into her throat. Her tongue wiggled helplessly against him and when she moaned he could feel the vibrations.
Tears from the effort streamed down her face. Spit pooled out of her lips and down her chin as she stared at that damned black window in his mask. Irritated and hurt, she focused on it while he got more and more lost in her, now holding her head with both hands and pounding her skull with his hips. Each thrust made her hate that mask more, more, more. As her body relaxed into the pattern, the animosity against that helmet surged
The mask flung off his head and hit the ceiling, then clattered to the wall and then the floor. Their eyes met and the intensity of their mental bond hit them full force. Rey grabbed his hips and smashed her nose against his body, eager, desperate to give him all of her. She grabbed his thighs to keep him there- yes, be one with me. Kylo tried to wait, the orders hung, lost between his brain and his throat. Her enthusiasm was pushing him over the edge. He clawed at her mind, but all she thought about was him, right now. Her ache to please him. His scent, his taste, how he enraptured her so completely -
He clenched his jaw shut as he came, shaking, impatient and angry with himself. It was a memory that did it. Her body had recalled the sensations of him waking her up earlier that day, the intensity of being awoken to his cock penetrating her. It was so intense, she moaned around his cock.
Rey swallowed every drop of his cum. Her eyes were shining, glazed over as she let him go and wiped a hand over her saliva-coated lips. He realized she was pleased with herself.
Kylo Ren stood trembling in the afterglow, catching his breath, once again only able to read the surface-most thoughts in her mind. Damn her. Damn her love. Damn her weakness. The smirk of satisfaction on her face was faint, but she wanted to scream it at him. Her deep subconscious gloated at him, but she didn't let it bubble to the surface. He wanted to choke the life out of her. He wanted to fuck her senseless. All he could do was stare.
She laid down, curled herself into a little ball and covered herself with the thin blanket. "I don't want to escape you." She smiled, exhausted.