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Kylo was standing at the viewport in his personal chambers, brooding at the stretch of stars before him, when the sound was abruptly sucked out of the room. The Force thrummed, and an answering shiver of anticipation went down his spine.
For the first time since Crait, the bond had opened again. Rey had been blocking it for months, as far as he could tell, which meant this was deliberate. Would she weep? Argue? Beg his forgiveness for abandoning him in the throne room?
Soft, wet noises came from behind him, and his lips curved. She was already crying.
“Well, well,” he said, turning. “Couldn’t stay away, could—”
He froze in shock and horror.
Rey was nude except for a black harness around her hips, which would have been great, except that she was kneeling behind a naked man—fuck, it was the pilot, of course it was the fucking pilot—and pounding into his ass with a black strap-on dildo.
“Just like that,” she said, her eyes fixed on Kylo as she thrust hard enough to make the pilot whimper. “Take it, you little bitch.”
Kylo stormed towards her. “No, you’re mine,” he snarled. “How fucking dare you give yourself to this… this half-witted flyboy?”
Rey kept thrusting, undeterred by his wrath. She even smirked as she lifted one hand from the pilot’s hips to pinch her tight pink nipple.
Kylo halted as a familiar heaviness gathered in his lower gut. His dick twitched and stiffened with dizzying rapidity as he focused on the details of the scene. Rey’s small, perfect tits, the gleam of sweat, the sharp slice of black leather over freckled skin. The shine of lubricant on the thick black dildo, and the tight stretch of the pilot’s ass around it. He watched, mesmerized, as that stiff black length disappeared inside the man again and again.
“I’m not giving you anything,” she told Dameron as she plunged her cock deep inside his ass. “Understand? I’m taking what I want from you. You’re just a convenient hole to be fucked.”
Kylo gasped at the echo of what he’d once told her: you know I can take what I want. That message had been for him, he was sure. A promise she wasn’t giving herself to the pilot… but also that Kylo didn’t get to demand that of her, either.
She wasn’t his.
The pilot moaned and dropped his head, his sweat-dampened hair falling over his forehead. “Yes, mistress. Use me.”
“Oh, I am.” She reached around to jerk his cock. It looked painfully hard, the skin flushed a deep brown-red and the tip beading with precum. Kylo studied it, came to the conclusion that he was bigger, and felt a surge of smug satisfaction.
“You want to be fucked, don’t you?” Rey demanded.
His eyes snapped back up to hers. She was staring at him, her teeth digging into her lower lip in a fierce expression he recognized from their fights. “You want me to bend you over, open you up with my fingers and tongue, and then fuck that tight virgin ass.”
“Um…” Poe looked over his shoulder at her. “Definitely not virgin…”
She pulled out of him and spanked him hard. Poe yelped. “Shut up, bitch.”
“Yes, mistress,” he said, arching his back to present himself to her. “Part of the roleplay, got it. Please fuck my virgin ass, mistress. I need it.”
She rolled her eyes before fitting the cock to his entrance again, and Kylo watched with greedy envy as it disappeared inside the pilot’s ass again. His own dick was hard and throbbing, and he palmed it over his pants, hissing at the contact. It wasn’t enough.
Rey was building up a rhythm again. She looked at Kylo, then down to his straining erection, then back up with raised brows. “Well?” she mouthed.
“Fuck,” Kylo muttered as he fumbled with the opening of his pants. He’d never imagined anything like this. His fantasies of Rey had been decidedly vanilla up to this point. She was a lightsider, so he’d assumed she’d need sweet words and gentle caresses.
He’d never imagined she'd want to fuck a man's ass. He'd never thought he’d enjoy seeing her fuck another man’s ass.
He’d never expected to want her to fuck his ass, instead.
The fabric parted, and his cock sprang out, thick and long. He gripped it in one gloved fist and pumped slowly, enjoying the way Rey’s lips parted and her eyes widened with excitement. She licked her lips, then smirked back up at him.
“You have a beautiful cock,” she told the pilot, although Kylo was confident she was speaking to him, instead. He spat into his glove, then started working himself in earnest. Long, insistent tugs with a twist at the top, just the way he liked it. “I bet you use that cock well.”
“Yes, mistress,” Poe said.
Dameron hadn’t fucked her yet? Good. Kylo wanted to be the one to do that. He jerked harder, hissing at the slightly painful burn of leather over sensitive skin.
“You’re going to come for me,” Rey said, grinding deep in some way that had Dameron gasping and babbling, his entire body shaking. “You’re going to come like a good little cockslut, just for me.”
“Yes,” Dameron and Kylo said in unison. “Force, yes,” Kylo continued, his hips jerking as he pumped himself hard. His balls tightened. “Gonna come, gonna—”
He gasped and shuddered as the orgasm broke over him. Pulses of cum pumped out of him, splattering on the floor of his chambers. Then Dameron was coming, too, with a high-pitched whine and a full-body tremor.
Rey’s movements slowed, then stilled. She pressed a kiss to Dameron’s back that weirdly made Kylo more jealous than the pegging had. “Good boy,” she said as she slid out. Dameron slumped to the ground, panting. “You’ve made your mistress very happy.”
The pilot turned a pleasure-drunk face towards her. “You want... I can make you...”
Rey shook her head. “I’ll get myself off later. And I’ll be thinking about you the whole time,” she said, staring straight at Kylo again.
“Rey…” Kylo breathed, utterly ruined by what he’d just witnessed. “Force, I want…” He trailed off, unable to formulate words for what he wanted just yet.
Rey’s lips quirked, and she actually winked at him. Then she shifted her attention to the other side of the room. “Thanks for letting me borrow him, Finn,” she said to someone unseen. “I needed to get that out of my system.”
The bond abruptly cut off, and Kylo was left alone in his chambers on the Finalizer with a softening cock, a rush of endorphins, and a brand-new fetish.