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The sleek glass elevator of Ren Enterprises hummed softly as it ascended, the city skyline blurring past in streaks of gray and silver under the relentless rain.
Your stomach twisted- not just from the smooth upward glide, but from the knot of anticipation that always tightened whenever you were summoned to the executive floor.
You’d been Kylo Ren’s personal assistant for just over a year, and every single day still felt like balancing on a razor’s edge. One wrong breath, one misplaced word, and the entire precarious world you’d built here could crumble.
At forty years old, Kylo Ren didn’t just occupy space. He commanded it. Towering at 6'3 with broad shoulders that strained against the crisp lines of his tailored black suit, he had the kind of presence that made boardrooms fall silent.
Sharp cheekbones, a strong jaw shadowed by just the right amount of stubble, and dark wavy hair that fell messily across his forehead in a way that looked accidental but never was.
His eyes, though… those honey eyes could pin you in place without effort. You were twenty six, fresh-faced and still feeling slightly out of place in this cutthroat world, armed only with your international business degree and a quiet competence that had somehow earned you this role.
You told yourself the fluttering in your stomach every time he said your name was just professional nerves.
But that was a lie you repeated like a prayer.
You’d been secretly crushing on him since the very first interview, when those intense eyes had locked onto yours and he’d said, low and unimpressed, “Don’t waste my time.”
The memory still sent heat rushing to your cheeks.
The chime of the elevator snapped you out of your thoughts. You smoothed down your blouse, checked your reflection quickly in the glass, and stepped out onto the hushed executive floor. You gulped when you noticed that his is door was already ajar.
“Sir?” you called softly, stepping inside.
“Close the door" Kylo said without looking up from his laptop.
You obeyed, the soft click echoing louder than it should have in his spacious office. The rain pattered against the windows, casting shifting patterns across the sleek furniture and the massive desk where he sat like a king on his throne.
The scent of his colonge lingered in the air, mixing with the faint trace of coffee. Your pulse quickened as you stood there, hands clasped in front of you, waiting.
He typed a few more keystrokes, then finally lifted his gaze. His eyes swept over you once, assessing, before settling on your face. For a moment, the silence stretched, heavy and electric.
“We’re going to Italy" he said abruptly. "For five days. You’ll accompany me"
Your breath caught. Italy? With him? Alone?
“I… beg your pardon, sir?” the words tumbled out before you could stop them.
Your heart hammered so loudly you were sure he could hear it. Excitement and terror twisted together in your stomach, warm and sharp.
"Just… me? What about Finn from acquisitions? Or Rose- she handled the last international trip beautifully. Or even Kaydel from legal, she’s much more experienced with-"
“I don’t need them" his tone was flat and final.
He leaned back in his leather chair, the fabric creaking under his weight, and fixed you with that unrelenting stare. “I need you"
The simple words sent an involuntary shiver down your spine. You felt heat bloom across your chest and up your neck.
I need you.
He couldn’t possibly mean it the way your foolish mind immediately interpreted it. This was business. It had to be.
You swallowed hard. "Um- of course, sir. I’ll make the arrangements right away. When do we leave? I can coordinate with the travel team and-"
“Arrangements have already been made" he interrupted, a faint trace of amusement flickering across his features. He rarely smiled, but sometimes the corner of his mouth would twitch, like now. “We leave Monday. My driver will pick you up at 6:00 am sharp"
“Monday?” your eyes widened. That was only three days away. Your mind raced through a thousand details- what to pack, who to notify, how to prepare briefs on the Italian clients you barely knew existed until now.
But underneath the panic was something warmer, brighter.
Five days in Italy. With him.
Walking the same streets, sharing meals, breathing the same air…
“Yes, Monday" he stood up then, unfolding to his full height, and rounded the desk slowly. The closer he got, the harder it became to breathe normally. “Pack for business during the day, but also for evenings such as client dinners, galas, whatever arises" his gaze dropped briefly to your lips, then back to your eyes. “I trust your judgment on what’s appropriate"
You nodded, cheeks burning. “Yes, sir. I’ll… I’ll make sure I have everything. Is there anything specific you need me to prepare beforehand? Contracts? Background on the clients? I can stay late tonight and-"
“No" he stopped just a foot away, close enough that you could see the faint lines at the corners of his eyes, the way his stubble caught the light. “Go home and rest. You’ll need your energy"
The concern, if that’s what it was, felt strangely intimate coming from him.
You bit your lip, fighting the ridiculous urge to smile like an idiot. “Thank you, sir. I appreciate it"
For a long second, he simply looked at you.
The rain drummed harder against the windows. Your heart thundered in your ears. You wondered, wildly, if he could sense how affected you were.
“Is something wrong?” he asked, voice quieter now.
“No" you answered too fast. “Nothing at all. I’m… honored you chose me for this. I won’t let you down"
A beat passed. Then, almost too softly to hear, he murmured, “I know you won’t"
He turned back toward his desk, breaking the spell. You let out a shaky breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding.
“You're dismissed" he said, already sinking back into his chair. But as you reached for the door handle, his voice stopped you. “Oh, and one more thing"
You glanced back, pulse fluttering. “Yes, sir?”
His eyes met yours across the room, dark and unreadable. “Don’t overthink it. It’s just a business trip"
But as you stepped out of his office and closed the door behind you, legs unsteady, you knew it was anything but “just a trip.”
Your mind was already spinning with possibilities- stolen glances over candlelit dinners in Florence, the brush of his hand against yours in the crowded streets, the low timbre of his voice saying your name in a foreign hotel suite.
You pressed a hand to your flushed cheek and hurried toward the elevator, the secret thrill of it all blooming warm and dangerous in your chest.
Monday morning came quickly. The sleek black town car pulled up to the private airstrip just before dawn.
You clutched your passport and carry-on tighter than necessary, heart already racing at the sight of the probate jet waiting on the runway, its stairs lowered like a mouth ready to swallow you whole.
Kylo stood beside the car, checking his watch with a faint scowl. He wore a charcoal suit and a black wool overcoat that made his already imposing frame look even larger in the gray morning light.
“You’re late" he said flatly as you stepped out.
“I’m two minutes early, sir" you replied, voice quieter than you intended.
He glanced at you, those dark eyes flicking over your tense posture. “You look nervous"
“I don’t like flying" you admitted, cheeks warming.
Kylo gave a short, almost imperceptible exhale- his version of a sigh. “You’ll survive. Get on the plane"
The interior of the private jet was quieter and more luxurious than you’d imagined. A single flight attendant greeted you both politely before disappearing toward the galley. You chose a seat near the window, then immediately regretted it when the engines began to rumble.
As the plane taxied, your fingers dug into the armrests. Your breathing had already grown shallow.
“Sir" you started, trying to keep your voice steady. "How long is the flight again?”
“Eight hours to Florence, give or take" Kylo sat directly across from you, long legs stretched out, completely at ease. He opened his laptop. “Work if it distracts you"
The plane accelerated. Your stomach lurched as the wheels left the ground. A small, involuntary sound escaped your throat.
Kylo looked up. “You’re pale"
“I’m fine" you lied, swallowing hard as the jet climbed through the clouds. “Just um- adjusting"
He watched you for a long moment, then closed the laptop with a decisive click. “Look at me"
You did. His gaze was steady, almost commanding.
“Breathe. Slowly. In through your nose, out through your mouth. The plane is not going to fall out of the sky. I fly this route constantly"
“I know it's not rational" you whispered as the plane hit a pocket of turbulence. Your knuckles went white on the armrest. “I know that. My body just… doesn’t believe it"
Another jolt. You closed your eyes tightly.
“Open your eyes" Kylo said. "It's alright"
You opened your eyes slowly to see Kylo staring at you intently. He had now shut his laptop, and his focus was directly on you.
"I'm sorry um- I'm sorry I just-"
He sighed. "It's alright. There's nothing to be afraid of. Do you know how many flights take off and land safely every single day?"
"I know it's just- okay. I'll try to calm down" you gave a slight frown and looked out the window.
Later on after a light lunch you barely touched, you worked up the courage to speak again.
“Thank you,” you said quietly. “For… talking me through it"
Kylo leaned back, studying you. “You’re here to work, not to fall apart at the first sign of discomfort. Remember that"
“Yes, sir" the words stung a little, but the intensity in his eyes made your pulse flutter for an entirely different reason now.
The Italian sun was warmer and brighter than you expected when you landed. Florence greeted you with golden light on ancient stone buildings and the distant hum of motorbikes.
By the time the driver pulled up to the historic hotel overlooking the Arno River, you were exhausted but buzzing with nervous energy.
Kylo walked into the elegant lobby like he owned it. Marble floors, frescoed ceilings, and the quiet murmur of discreet luxury. You followed a half-step behind, pulling your suitcase.
At the front desk, the impeccably dressed concierge smiled warmly. “Mr. Ren, welcome back. We have your usual suite ready-"
“One moment" Kylo interrupted, voice cool and authoritative. He placed a hand on the counter. “We’ll need adjoining rooms. Not on separate floors, not in separate wings. Adjoining"
The concierge woman blinked, checking the screen. “I’m afraid the Presidential Suite is booked for another guest, but we can offer two Deluxe Suites on the same floor. They don’t have a connecting door, but they are-"
“I said adjoining” Kylo repeated, tone edged with impatience. “Make it happen. I don’t care if you need to move other guests. She stays close to me"
Your face burned. You shifted beside him, mortified and secretly thrilled at the same time.
“Sir" you whispered, “it’s really okay if-"
He didn’t even glance at you. “It’s not"
The concierge typed rapidly, murmuring apologies in Italian before switching back to English. “We do have one option- the river suite and an adjoining junior suite. They share a connecting door. Will that suffice, Mr. Ren?”
“Yes" Kylo slid his black card across the counter without hesitation. “And have dinner reservations made for two at Enoteca Pinchiorri tonight. Eight-thirty"
“Very good, sir"
As the porter took your bags and led you toward the private elevator, you finally found your voice again, keeping it low.
“You didn’t have to do that" you said once the elevator doors closed. “I could have stayed on another floor. I don’t want to impose-"
Kylo turned his head slightly, looking down at you. “You think I flew you across an ocean so you could be twenty minutes away from me? You need stay where I can reach you"
The elevator chimed. Your heart was pounding harder than it had during takeoff.
He continued as you walked down the opulent hallway. "This isn’t a vacation. I expect you available at all times. Understood?”
“Yes, sir" you breathed.
The porter opened both doors, revealing two beautiful, interconnected suites with tall windows overlooking the river. The connecting door between them stood ajar.
Kylo stepped inside his suite, shrugging off his overcoat. “Unpack. Shower if you need to. Remember we have dinner reservations in an hour"
You paused at the threshold of the connecting door, gripping the handle. “An hour. Got it"
He glanced back at you, dark eyes unreadable. “I'll see you in forty five minutes"
“Yes, sir" you said softly, stepping into your own suite, pulse racing with a dizzying mix of anxiety, exhaustion, and that ever-present, dangerous warmth blooming in your chest.
Italy had only just begun.
The connecting door clicked shut behind you, but the awareness of Kylo just on the other side of it made the elegant suite feel smaller than it was.
You had forty five minutes. Not nearly long enough.
You moved quickly, heart still fluttering from his words.
You need to stay where I can reach you.
Steam filled the bathroom as you stepped under the hot spray of the shower. The water cascaded over your shoulders, down your back, soothing the travel tension while doing nothing to calm the deeper nerves.
You lingered just long enough to wash away the flight, then stepped out, skin flushed and glistening.
After a quick towel dry, and you sat at the vanity in the soft robe the hotel provided. You curled your hair into loose, elegant waves that framed your face and fell gently past your breasts.
Your makeup came next. You did a touch of shimmer on the lids, mascara to darken your lashes, blush on your cheeks, and a carefully chosen deep berry lip that felt just bold enough.
The black dress waited on the bed like a promise. It was sleeveless with a modest neckline that still managed to hint at curves, it hugged your waist and skimmed your hips before falling to mid-thigh.
Simple, sophisticated, and undeniably flattering.
You slipped into strappy black heels, added delicate gold earrings, and gave yourself one last look in the full-length mirror.
You looked… good. Really good.
A firm knock sounded on the connecting door, snapping you out of your thoughts.
Your pulse spiked. “One second, sir!”
You smoothed the dress once more and opened the door.
Kylo filled the frame.
His Tom Ford suit was midnight black, perfectly tailored to his powerful frame. He looked devastating. Expensive. Untouchable.
His dark hair was styled with that controlled messiness, and the scent of his cologne wrapped around you like a secret.
His honey-brown eyes swept over you slowly. Something flickered in them, deep and unguarded for half a moment, before his expression settled back into that familiar, composed intensity.
He didn’t smile, but his jaw tightened almost imperceptibly.
“You’re ready" he said. “Good"
You swallowed, heat rising to your cheeks under his gaze. “I tried to choose something appropriate for dinner. I hope it’s-"
“It’s fine" his eyes lingered on the curve of your waist, then returned to your face. “More than fine. Let's get going, we don't want to miss our dinner reservation"
He offered you his arm. You slipped your hand through it, feeling the solid strength beneath the expensive wool.
The two of you matched perfectly in elegant black on black. As you walked together down the hallway toward the private elevator, you couldn’t stop stealing glances at him.
The restaurant was everything Florence promised. It had intimate lighting, white tablecloths, the low hum of conversation in both Italian and English, and the faint melody of live classical guitar in the background.
The maître d’ greeted Kylo by name and led you to a secluded table overlooking the river.
Once seated, Kylo ordered a bottle of wine without hesitation. When the glasses arrived, deep red and perfectly poured, he lifted his toward you.
“To successful negotiations" he said, that faint twitch at the corner of his mouth again.
You clinked your glass gently against his, the sound soft and intimate. “And to not embarrassing you in front of important clients, sir"
He took a slow sip, watching you over the rim. “You won’t. You never do"
The wine was rich, velvety, and warm on your tongue. You felt it loosen something in your chest almost immediately.
“Sir… can I ask why you really brought me here?" The question slipped out before you could second-guess it. “I know you said it’s business, but Finn and Rose have more experience with European accounts. I’ve mostly handled domestic-"
“Because I wanted you here" he said simply, setting his glass down. “I don’t bring people I don’t trust into situations like this. And I trust you. More than the others"
Your fingers tightened around the stem of your wine glass. “That… means a lot coming from you"
“You look nervous again" he observed, voice quieter now.
You let out a small, breathless laugh. “Being here with you in a place like this… it’s a little overwhelming, sir. In a good way. You look-" you caught yourself, cheeks heating up. “You look very handsome tonight. That suit is nice on you"
He leaned back slightly, studying you with that unnerving focus. The candlelight caught the sharp line of his jaw.
"And you look beautiful" he said simply, as if stating a fact rather than offering a compliment. “That dress was a good choice"
The words landed low in your stomach, warm and electric. You took another sip of wine to steady yourself.
“Thank you" you murmured. “I was worried it might be too much"
“It’s exactly right" his eyes dropped briefly to your lips, then back up. “Tell me something. When we’re not working, what do you usually do with your evenings?”
The question surprised you. Kylo rarely asked personal things.
“I like to read, sir" you admitted. “Nap when I have time. Nothing exciting compared to your life, I’m sure. Board meetings, international travel, running an empire…”
He gave a low chuckle. “An empire that runs smoother because you’re good at what you do. Don’t sell yourself short"
You smiled, genuinely this time, the wine and his attention making you bolder. “Careful, sir. Compliments like that might go to my head"
His gaze darkened with something unreadable. “I doubt it. You’re too sensible for that" he paused, then added, almost under his breath, “Though I wouldn’t mind seeing you a little less sensible tonight"
Your breath caught. The table suddenly felt smaller. The air between you thicker.
“Sir…” you started, voice barely above a whisper.
“Kylo" he corrected quietly, eyes locked on yours. “When it’s just us like this, you call me Kylo"
Dinner arrived, but neither of you looked away for several long seconds. The Florence night stretched out beyond the windows, while something new and dangerous sparked across the candlelit table.
You took another sip of wine, heart racing, and wondered how you were supposed to survive the rest of this trip when you could barely survive dinner.
The walk back to the hotel was quiet. Warm rain fell steadily, glistening on the cobblestone streets. Kylo kept his hand at the small of your back the entire way, guiding you through the narrow streets. His touch burned your skin through the fabric of your dress.
Inside the lobby, he pressed the elevator button without a word. When the doors closed, trapping you together in the mirrored space, you could feel the heat rolling off him.
Your reflection looked flushed, lips parted, eyes too bright.
When the elevator dinged and the doors opened, the two of you stepped outside together. You headed down the hallway until you reached his room. He lead you inside and over to your adjoining door, pushing it open.
“Goodnight, Sir" you managed when he held the door to your suite open. "Thank you for dinner"
He studied you for a moment, the corners of his lips curling into the smallest smile. "Go to bed, sleep well"
The connecting door clicked shut between your rooms.
You lasted barely ten minutes.
The bottle of rosé in the mini fridge was calling your name. You poured yourself a glass and drank it while the Arno glittered below you. Each sip of wine loosened the knot in your chest and sharpened the ache between your thighs.
Your mind wouldn’t stop spinning. You couldn't stop thinking about his voice saying you looked beautiful, the way his gaze had lingered on your mouth, the low comment about seeing you “less sensible.”
You paced the lavish suite, heels kicked off, dress still on. Conflict tore at you. He was your boss. Forty years old, powerful, and terrifyingly controlled.
You were twenty six, drunk on one too many glasses of wine at dinner and months of repressed want.
By the time your glass was empty, the room tilted softly and your courage had turned reckless.
“Fuck it" you whispered to yourself.
You crossed the suite on unsteady legs, knocked twice, and pushed the connecting door open without waiting for an answer.
Kylo stood near the bed, his shirt unbuttoned to mid-chest, the white fabric framing the hard planes of muscle. His sleeves were rolled up over his powerful forearms. He turned at the sound of the door opening, and the moment he saw you, his expression hardened.
“Sir…” you whispered. You stepped fully inside and let the door click shut behind you. “I can’t stop thinking about you"
For a long moment he said nothing. The silence was heavy, disapproving. His jaw flexed.
Then he spoke, low and stern.
“You’re drunk" It wasn’t a question.
You swallowed. “I know. But that doesn’t mean I’m lying"
He exhaled sharply through his nose and dragged a hand through his hair, the movement pulling his shirt further open.
"This is exactly why I told you to go to bed. You’re not thinking clearly"
“I’ve been thinking clearly for months" you countered, voice trembling but determined. You took another step closer. “Every time you look at me in meetings. Every time your hand brushes mine. I know you feel it too"
Kylo’s eyes narrowed. He straightened to his full height, suddenly looking even more imposing. The controlled authority that made him so terrifying in the boardroom was radiating off him now, full force.
“Careful" he warned. "You’ve had enough to drink that you won’t remember this conversation the same way tomorrow"
“I will, Sir" you insisted, cheeks burning. “I want this. I want you"
He stared at you, silent again, the muscle in his jaw ticking. For a second you thought he might actually order you back to your room.
But he took one slow step forward, closing some of the distance between you. His gaze raked over your flushed face, heaving chest, and the way the dress clung to your body.
“You have no idea what you’re asking for" he said, quieter now but no less stern. “If I touch you tonight, it won’t be gentle. And it certainly won't be something we can pretend didn’t happen in the morning"
He stopped just short of reaching for you, close enough that you could feel the warmth of his body.
“So I’m going to give you one last chance" he continued, eyes locked on yours. “Turn around, walk back through that door, and go to bed" his voice lowered even further, almost a growl. “Or stay. But if you stay, you’ll be mine forever. Do you understand?”
You stood there, heart hammering against your ribs, the alcohol and pure want making your head spin.
His words hung in the air like a challenge.
You knew what the smart choice was. You knew you should turn around and go back to your room. Instead, you took another shaky step closer.
“I don't wanna go back to my room" you whispered. “Please, Kylo… Sir" you were starting to get jittery.
Something flickered in his eyes. He didn’t reach for you, not yet. He simply looked down at you, tall and imposing, that stern expression still carved into his features.
“Look at you" he murmured. "So fucking needy you can barely stand still. You really couldn’t wait to crawl over here, could you?”
Your face burned with embarrassment and arousal. You pressed your thighs together, but it did nothing to ease the throbbing ache between them. Kylo noticed, of course. His gaze dropped deliberately, then slowly dragged back up your body.
“Twenty six years old" he said, almost to himself, a hint of disbelief in his tone. “God, you’re so young" he took one step forward, crowding you. “I'm old enough to know better"
You whimpered softly at his words, the reminder only making you wetter. Shame and heat twisted together inside you until you couldn’t tell which was which.
“I don’t care" you breathed, reaching for him. Your fingers brushed his open shirt, grazing his warm skin. "I’ve wanted you for so long. I can’t- I need you"
Kylo caught your wrist in one large hand, stopping you. His grip was firm, not painful, but unmistakably controlling.
“Listen to yourself" his voice was stern but laced with amusement. “Are you that desperate for my cock? Have you been this wet for me in meetings? Sitting across the table wondering what I’d do to a pretty little thing like you?”
You couldn't believe how vulgar he was being, but you certainly didn't mind.
“Yes" you admitted. "All the time. Please touch me. I’ll do anything"
For a moment he just watched you, his honey brown eyes hooded and intense. Then he released your wrist only to slide his hand to your jaw, tilting your face up so you couldn’t look away.
“I don't even think you know what you're begging me for" he murmured, thumb brushing your lower lip. “I could ruin you tonight, sweetheart. Split you open and fuck every last bit of sense out of that pretty head. Is that what you want?”
You nodded frantically, tears of sheer frustration pricking at your eyes. “Yes. God, yes. I want it. I want you to ruin me"
Kylo’s jaw tightened. He leaned down until his mouth hovered just above yours, so close you could feel his breath.
“Beg properly then" he said, voice dropping into a deep, commanding growl. “Tell me exactly how much you want your much older boss to wreck your tight little cunt"
His free hand finally moved, sliding slowly down your side, gripping your hip hard enough to make you gasp. He held you there, waiting for your next string of desperate words.
His eyes darkened at your frantic nodding, but he didn’t give in right away. Instead, he kept you pinned in place with that intense stare, his thumb still stroking your lower lip like he was deciding exactly how much torment you deserved.
"Kylo please-" you whimpered, looking up at him through your lashes. His thumb tugged down on your lower lip slightly, turning it into a pout.
“Slowly" he said, voice low and stern. “You’re going to learn some patience tonight"
He released your hip and stepped back just enough to look at you fully. Then, with unhurried movements, he reached for the thin straps of your dress.
One by one he slid them down your shoulders, his fingertips barely grazing your skin. The fabric slid down your body, pooling at your feet and leaving you in nothing but your lace panties and heels. Kylo’s gaze dragged over every inch of you. He exhaled slowly, jaw tight.
“Wow" he murmured again, almost like it pained him. “What a precious little body"
You shivered under his stare, nipples tight and aching. When you tried to press yourself against him, he placed a firm hand on your waist, holding you back.
“Ah-ah. I said slowly" he said sternly.
He traced a single fingertip from the hollow of your throat, down between your breasts, over your stomach, stopping just above the waistband of your panties. The touch was feather-light and maddening. Everywhere he touched, your skin burned.
“Please…” you whimpered, hips twitching forward instinctively.
“Please what?” he asked, voice cool and controlled. He circled your nipple with the pad of his thumb, never quite giving you the pressure you craved. “Use your words, sweetheart. Tell me what it is that you need"
“I need more" you gasped. “Touch me. Please, sir- I’m so wet already"
Kylo let out a dark, quiet laugh. He finally cupped your breast, squeezing just enough to make you moan, then rolled your nipple between his fingers with agonizing slowness.
“I am touching you, sweetheart" he said, shaking his head side to side. "Look at you trembling. Have you been touching yourself thinking about me at night?”
“Yes" you confessed shamelessly, tears of frustration gathering in your eyes. “All the time"
He hummed in approval and finally hooked two fingers into your panties, sliding them down your legs slowly. When they hit the floor, he knelt briefly to help you step out of them, then rose again, towering over you.
Completely bare now, you felt exposed and small under his heavy gaze. Kylo ran both hands slowly down your sides, over your hips, then back up, mapping every curve like he had all night.
One hand slipped between your thighs, but only enough to feel how slick you were. He didn’t stroke you, and he didn’t push inside. He just held his fingers there, teasing, feeling you throb against him.
“Fuck" he breathed, sounding almost strained for the first time. “You really are soaked. All this for me?”
You nodded frantically, trying to grind against his hand, but he pulled it back just enough to deny you.
“No. Beg" he commanded.
A broken sound escaped. “Please, Kylo… Sir, please touch me. I’ll be so good- I swear"
He leaned down, lips brushing your ear, voice deep and commanding. "I think you can do better than that, little one" his teeth tugged on your earlobe. "Hm?"
"Kylo I need- I need you to make me cum. Please use your fingers- your mouth, something. P-please"
He hummed in approval. “You’ll take exactly what I give you, little one. And you’ll thank me for it"
His fingers finally slid through your folds drawing a loud, needy moan from your lips as he began to explore you with ruthless patience.
"Kylo" you whispered.
He leaned down, one large hand sliding to the back of your neck as his mouth found the sensitive skin just below your ear. The first kiss was slow and deliberate. Then he sucked gently, teeth grazing, sending sparks straight down your spine.
“You're so eager" he murmured against your skin, voice rough.
You whimpered as his mouth moved lower, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down the side of your neck, across your collarbone, and down to the swell of your breasts.
When his lips closed around your nipple, you gasped sharply. He sucked slowly, deeply, tongue swirling with maddening control while his hand kneaded the other breast.
“Kylo! Sir, please…” your hands flew to his hair, fingers tightening in the dark strands.
He pulled back just enough to speak, breath hot against your wet skin. “Look at these pretty tits. So sensitive. You’re dripping down your thighs already, aren’t you? All because I’m sucking on them?"
All you could do was moan.
You winced as his hand came down hard against your tit. "Answer me"
"Y-yes sir" you whimpered.
He switched to the other nipple, sucking harder this time, flicking his tongue until your knees buckled. One strong arm wrapped around your waist to hold you up.
After several torturous minutes of him teasing your tits, he dropped to his knees in front of you. The sight of such a powerful man on his knees made something inside you clench hard.
Kylo gripped your hips and looked up at you, eyes gleaming with dark amusement.
“Spread your legs" he ordered.
You obeyed instantly. He leaned in and pressed a slow kiss just above your mound, then lower. His breath ghosted over your slick folds as he teased you mercilessly.
“Fuck" he groaned. “Bet you’ve been fantasizing about your boss’s tongue right here, haven’t you?”
Before you could answer, he licked a long, slow stripe up your center. Your moan broke into a sob of relief. He took his time licking and sucking, exploring every inch with devastating patience. When his lips closed around your clit and sucked gently, your hips jerked forward.
Kylo pulled back slightly, lips shiny. “Uh-uh. Don’t rush me. You came crawling into my room like a desperate little slut, so now you’re going to let me enjoy how sweet this young pussy tastes"
He dove back in, tongue working you with slow, firm strokes while his hands gripped your ass, holding you firmly in place. Every time you got close, he slowed down or pulled back just enough to keep you on the edge.
“Please, sir- Kylo, please" you begged as tears of frustration slipped down your cheeks. “I need to cum. I’m so close. I’ll do anything- just let me cum"
He looked up at you again, eyes dark with lust and control, lips glistening.
“Not yet, sweetheart" he said, voice low and stern. “I want to hear exactly how pathetic you sound when you’re begging your boss to make you cum"
Without warning, he pushed you down onto the bed with one firm hand on your belly, the mattress dipping heavily under your back.
Before you could even catch your breath, Kylo dropped to his knees at the edge of the bed, yanked your thighs wide apart, and buried his face in your dripping pussy again.
“Fuck, look at this messy little cunt" he growled against your folds, his deep voice vibrating through you.
You moaned loudly as his tongue dragged a slow, filthy stripe from your entrance up to your swollen clit.
“Sir- oh my god" your hips jerked, but his large hands gripped your thighs hard, pinning them open.
“Stay still" he ordered sharply, pulling back just enough to speak, his lips glistening with your slick. “You’re going to lay there and let me eat you for as long as I want"
He dove back in, sucking your clit between his lips with just the right pressure. Your back arched clean off the bed.
“Sir, please- it feels too good-"
“Too good?” he chuckled darkly, the sound low and mocking. “You haven’t felt anything yet"
Without warning, he pushed two thick fingers inside of you, stretching you open as his tongue flicked rapidly over your clit. He curled his fingers perfectly, stroking that spot inside you while he spoke between long, messy licks.
“That’s it… fuck, you taste so sweet. Been thinking about burying my tongue in this pussy for months. Every time you bent over my desk in those tight little skirts, I wanted to drop to my knees and eat you until you cried"
You whimpered helplessly, fingers twisting in his dark hair as he sucked harder.
“Sir! I’m- I’m so close-"
“Not yet" he growled, slowing his tongue deliberately, teasing you. “You don’t cum until I say. Tell me who this pussy belongs to"
“You- it belongs to you, Sir!”
“That’s right. My little assistant’s cunt is mine now" he pumped his fingers faster, curling them relentlessly while his tongue circled your clit. “Look at you shaking. You can’t even handle my tongue, can you?”
“I can- please! I need to cum, Sir, please let me cum"
Kylo groaned loudly against you, the vibration shooting straight through your core. He sucked your clit hard, flicking his tongue at the same time, fingers driving deep and fast.
“Beg louder. Let me hear how badly this greedy little pussy wants to cum for your much older boss"
“Please, Sir! Please- I’ll be so good, I swear- I’m yours" your voice cracked into a sob as tears of frustration and pleasure spilled down your cheeks.
“Good girl" he rasped, voice rough with lust. “Now cum. Cum all over my tongue like the desperate slut you are"
He sealed his mouth around your clit and sucked hard, fingers stroking that perfect spot without mercy. The orgasm slammed into you like a wave.
You screamed, thighs clamping around his head as you gushed on his tongue, hips jerking uncontrollably. Kylo didn’t stop, he licked and sucked you through every pulsing wave, groaning like he couldn’t get enough of your taste, drinking down every drop until you were twitching and whimpering, completely spent.
Only then did he pull back, lips and chin shiny with your cum. He rose slowly, towering over your trembling body with dark satisfaction in his eyes.
“Such a messy girl" he murmured, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
He rose slowly to his full height beside the bed, towering over you, eyes dark and hungry as he took in the sight of your flushed, trembling body.
Kylo began to undress himself slowly. His fingers reached for the remaining buttons on his shirt, loosening them one by one until it slid off of his body, joining your dress and panties on the floor.
You licked you lips as you admired the hard planes of his chest and abdomen, and the dark trail of hair leading down his stomach.
He watched you the entire time, eyes locked on your face as you stared. His belt came next, leather whispering through the loops, followed by the zipper of his suit pants. He pushed them down along with his boxers, and his cock sprang free.
The sheer size of him made your stomach tighten with a mix of raw want and sudden nerves that the alcohol seemed to mask up until now. A bead of precum glistened at the flushed tip as he wrapped one large hand around the base and stroked once, twice, letting you look.
“Do you like what you see?” his voice was low, rough with arousal. “This is what you’ve been dripping for, little one"
You swallowed hard, thighs pressing together instinctively. He was bigger than anything you’d ever taken- thicker than all your fingers, and longer than any toy you owned.
He wrapped one large hand around the base and stroked himself slowly, his locked on yours. “Are you scared?” he taunted, voice dark with amusement. “This is the cock you got drunk and crawled in here for"
Kylo crawled onto the bed, powerful body moving over yours with predatory grace. He settled between your spread thighs, caging you in with his arms as he lowered himself.
His mouth claimed yours in a deep, filthy kiss, letting you taste yourself on his tongue while the heavy weight of his cock rested against your soaked pussy, sliding along your folds.
You moaned into his mouth, hips twitching up, seeking more. He kissed you until you were dizzy, then pulled back just enough to look into your eyes.
“Sir…” you whispered, voice shaky.
He reached down, lined his thick cock up with your entrance, and rubbed the swollen head up and down your soaked folds, coating himself in your wetness.
Then he started pushing in.
The stretch was immediate and intense.
Your eyes widened as the fat head breached you. “Sir- wait!"
Kylo didn’t stop. He rocked his hips forward slowly, forcing another thick inch inside you.
A broken moan tore from your throat. The burn, the pressure, the overwhelming fullness hit you all at once. He was barely halfway in and you already felt stuffed to the brim, your walls fluttering desperately around his girth.
“Kylo! Sir, please- I don’t know if I can take all of it" you gasped, hands flying to his chest, nails digging into muscle.
He looked down at you with dark, satisfied eyes, a wicked smirk tugging at his mouth.
“Oh, you’re going to take it" he said, voice low and commanding. “Lay there and take it like a good girl. This is exactly what you begged me for, remember?"
With another slow thrust, more of his cock sank into you. You whimpered loudly, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes from the intense stretch.
“Fuck… so fucking tight" he groaned, jaw clenched. “Look at that greedy little cunt trying to swallow me. You thought you could handle my cock? Now you’re crying about it and I’m not even all the way in yet"
He pushed deeper, forcing you to open wider around him. The blunt head pressed against places you didn’t know existed. Your mouth fell open in a silent cry.
“Kylo it’s too much- you’re so deep already"
“Shh" he leaned down, capturing your lips in another rough kiss before pulling back to watch your face. “Lay there and take every inch. This is what you were meant to do, my little assistant"
With one final roll of his hips, he bottomed out completely, hips flush against yours, heavy balls pressed tight to your ass. The fullness was mind-numbing. You felt every thick vein, every pulse of his cock buried inside you.
Kylo stayed there for a moment, savoring it, eyes hooded with lust as he looked down at your wrecked expression.
“Too big for you, sweetheart?” he teased, voice dripping with mock sympathy. “Poor little girl. You bit off way more than you could chew, didn’t you? All that brave begging and now you’re trembling on my cock like you’ve never been properly fucked before" he gave one shallow thrust, making you cry out.
“Please- Sir" you whimpered.
“I told you to lay there and take it" he growled, pulling back slowly only to drive back in deep. “This is what you wanted. Now you’re going to let me fuck this pretty cunt until you’re ruined for anyone else"
He started moving in long, powerful strokes, watching every flicker of overwhelming pleasure and slight discomfort cross your face with dark satisfaction. The wet, filthy sound of your soaked pussy taking his huge cock filled the luxurious suite with every thrust.
He kept fucking you in deep, powerful strokes, his thick cock stretching you open with every thrust.
The overwhelming stretch and pleasure mixed together until you couldn’t think straight.
“Sir- so big- I can’t!" you babbled, voice breaking into sobs as fresh tears rolled down your temples. “You’re so deep- I feel you in my stomach"
Kylo groaned in satisfaction, hips snapping forward harder as he watched you fall apart beneath him.
“Look at you crying on my cock" he taunted, voice rough and filthy. “Such a pathetic little girl. All that big talk about wanting me to ruin you and now you’re sobbing like a virgin" he teased. "Does it hurt, baby? Does my fat cock hurt that tight pussy?”
“Yes! Sir- it hurts so good-" you cried, nails raking down his back as another brutal thrust punched the air from your lungs. “I feel like I’m gonna break"
“You’re not breaking. You’re taking it" he leaned down and licked a tear off your cheek, then growled against your ear. “This is what you fucking need. Now cry on it like a good little girl"
Your sobs and whimpers grew louder as he fucked you mercilessly, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing through the suite.
You were a dripping, babbling mess, barely able to form words beyond “Sir" and “please"
Kylo suddenly pulled out, making you whine at the feeling of emptiness. He flipped you over onto your stomach like you weighed nothing, yanked your hips up high, and slammed back inside you in one brutal thrust.
You screamed into the sheets, back arching sharply. "Holy shit"
“Fuck yes" he groaned, gripping your hips hard enough to bruise. “This ass looks even better up in the air for me"
He started pounding you from behind, deep and ruthless. The new angle made his cock hit even deeper, bullying against your cervix with every snap of his hips. His large hand cracked down hard on your ass, the sharp smack ringing out.
“Count them" he ordered, spanking you again. "And tell me 'thank you sir'"
“One- thank you, Sir!” you sobbed, voice muffled by the sheets. Another hard slap landed. “Two"
“That’s it" he spanked you again and again while railing you mercilessly, your ass turning a bright, stinging red under his palm. “This pussy is gripping me so fucking tight. You love being used by your much older boss, don’t you?”
“Yes, Sir! I love it please don't stop" you panted.
He fucked you harder, one hand fisting in your hair, the other slapping your ass red as he drove into you. Your sobs turned into broken moans as another orgasm ripped through you, your pussy gushing around his thick length.
Kylo pulled out again and dropped onto his back beside you, his massive cock slick and glistening with your juices, standing hard and angry against his stomach.
“Get on top" he commanded. “Ride me. Show me how badly you need this cock"
You crawled over him on shaky limbs, straddling his hips. He gripped your waist and helped guide you down onto his enormous cock. You sank onto him slowly, moaning loudly as he stretched you open again in this new position.
“Fuckk, you're so deep like this" you whimpered, tears still streaming down your face as you bottomed out, your ass flush against his thighs.
“Ride it" he growled, slapping your ass hard. “Bounce on my cock like the greedy little whore you are"
You started moving, rolling your hips and bouncing on his thick length. Your tits bounced with every movement as you rode him.
"God, look at you. Perfect tits bouncing with every stroke" he watched you in awe.
His hands stayed on your hips, guiding you, occasionally slapping your ass or your tits while he watched you with dark, hungry eyes.
“That’s it. Fuck yourself stupid on me. Look at those tears- you’re such a pretty little mess"
You rode him faster, grinding your clit against him with every downward thrust, another orgasm building fast.
"Fuck Kylo, I'm gonna cum" you whined.
Kylo’s grip tightened. His voice dropped into a deep, dangerous register. "Cum baby"
That was all you needed to hear. You cried out as you came again, squeezing him tightly as your orgasm washed over your body.
“Beg me to fill you up" he ordered, eyes locked on yours. “Beg me to pump you full of cum. Tell me exactly how bad you want your boss to cum inside you"
You sobbed, bouncing desperately on his cock. “Please, Sir"
Kylo groaned loudly, hips snapping up to meet your bounces. “Louder. Tell me whose pussy this is"
“It’s yours, Sir!" you moaned loudly.
He suddenly flipped you onto your back again, pinning you down and fucking you with short, brutal thrusts, driving impossibly deep inside you.
“Good fucking girl" he snarled. “Take every drop"
With a deep, guttural groan, Kylo buried himself to the hilt and came hard, thick ropes of hot cum flooding your pussy. He kept grinding into you, pushing his load as deep as possible while you trembled and cried beneath him, completely wrecked.
When the last aftershock faded, your body went completely limp. You collapsed forward onto his broad chest, face buried in his neck, breathing ragged and shallow. Your mind was fuzzy, thoughts completely scattered.
“Kylo…” you mumbled incoherently, voice slurred. “So full… can’t feel my legs… mmm…”
Kylo’s hand stroked down your back, but when you stayed limp and kept whimpering softly without lifting your head, his entire demeanor shifted instantly.
“Hey" he said, sharper at first. Then gentler, urgent. “Sweetheart, look at me"
He carefully rolled you both onto your sides and eased out of you, a thick trickle of his cum leaking down your thigh. He cupped your tear-streaked face in both large hands, eyes scanning yours with real, genuine concern.
“Talk to me. Did I hurt you?" his thumb brushed gently over your cheek. “Fuck… you’re shaking. Say something, baby"
You tried, but only managed a weak, exhausted whimper, nuzzling into his palm. “Jus’… so tired… head is spinning"
Kylo exhaled in clear relief, though worry still lingered in his eyes. He studied you for a long moment, then pressed a soft kiss to your forehead.
“Alright... I shouldn't have done that while you were drunk, you’re completely worn out" His voice had dropped into something low and protective. “Come on. Let’s get you cleaned up"
He climbed off the bed and scooped you up effortlessly into his arms, cradling you against his chest like you weighed nothing.
Your head lolled against his shoulder as he carried you into the luxurious marble bathroom.
The walk-in shower was huge. Kylo turned the water on with one hand, adjusting the temperature until it was perfectly warm. Steam began to fill the space as he stepped inside with you still in his arms.
He set you down carefully on the built-in bench, keeping one arm around you so you wouldn’t slump over. When you shivered, he pulled you against his body, letting the hot water cascade over both of you.
“You're okay" he murmured, holding you steady. “I’ve got you"
He reached for the expensive body wash, lathering it between his large hands before running them over your body with surprising gentleness. His touch was careful as he washed your chest, your stomach, between your thighs, cleaning away the mess of sweat, cum, and arousal.
You leaned heavily against him, barely able to stand on your own. “Kylo… you don’t have to-"
“Shh" he said softly, but not unkindly. “You can barely stand. Let me take care of you"
He washed your hair next, strong fingers massaging your scalp with slow, soothing circles. You let out a tiny, contented sigh, eyes half-closed under the warm spray.
The contrast was dizzying. This was the same man who had just spanked you, called you his desperate little slut, and fucked you until you cried… now tenderly washing your hair like you were something precious.
But seeing this side of Kylo made your heart swell.
“I can’t believe you're um-" you whispered hoarsely, pressing your forehead against his wet chest. “Being so gentle… after the way you just ruined me"
Kylo let out a low huff of amusement, tilting your chin up so the water rinsed the shampoo from your hair.
“Well, you're mine now. I always take care of what's mine" he murmured, but his eyes were warm. “You pushed yourself hard tonight. Drank too much, took a cock way too big for you, and came so many times you nearly passed out"
He finished rinsing you, then quickly washed himself before shutting off the water. He wrapped you in a thick, fluffy towel and carried you back to the bed, drying you with the same careful attention before pulling the covers over your naked body.
You reached for him weakly as he climbed in beside you.
“Stay…” you mumbled, already drifting.
“I’m not going anywhere" he promised, pulling you into his arms again. He tucked your head under his chin, one large hand rubbing slow circles on your back. “Sleep, sweetheart"
Safe in the unexpected softness of Kylo Ren, sore and thoroughly used, you finally let yourself fall asleep with a small, dazed smile on your lips.