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Interrogation	By : fairglenn Category: Star Wars (All) > Het - Male/Female Views: 36598 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own Star Wars, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Interrogation
- 2-Escape
- 3-Punishment
- 4-Submission
- 5-Home
- 6-Resistance
- 7-Broken
- 8-Dependency
- 9-Shift
- 10-Victory
- 11-Reconnect
- 12-Struggle
- 13-Turn
- 14-Forever
- 10
- 11
- 12
Chapter 11

They eat breakfast in silence. Training usually starts shortly after, but Rey doesn’t care about that today. Eyes unfocussed on her plate, she contemplates her newfound stability in using the force and the connection they share. When she woke up, she’d actually been quite well rested and with that came the onslaught of emotion she’d been too tired to sort through the night before. With the connection open, he would always be in her mind. At first she’d felt vulnerable; embarrassed by the lack of privacy. That quickly faded into feeling frustrated and annoyed; she knew she couldn’t shut the connection down without leaving herself physically and mentally open to his abuse. She hardly had a choice either way, and that made her feel trapped – it was impossible for her to win as long as she was here, with him. She watches him fork through his breakfast, considering the idea of escaping the ship, and ultimately the planet. He looks different today; tired. His eyes are fixed on his food, his chewing slow and shoulders relaxed. Her heart flutters, then seems to twist from the pain that follows.

“You’re thinking about leaving,” He says, looking up.

Her face flushes with the reminder that he can hear her thoughts. Damn it. She sighs and puts her fork down. “You know everything that’s going on in here,” she says, pointing to her head, “You can’t fault me for considering it.” It didn’t help that somehow he still managed to block his thoughts from her at will unless she tried really hard to get to them. She would have to learn that trick next, she thought.

“Hm,” he responds impassively, leaning his chair back.

His lack of emotion infuriates her. It drives her crazy that she’s suffering so intensely…that he can feel it…and yet the only feeling he seems to express is boredom. “Enough!” She yells, beginning to crack beneath the unbelievable amount of pressure and stress she’s carried over the last few weeks. He looks at her as though she’s gone mad, and it’s all the encouragement she needs to continue. “I didn’t agree to this.” Her voice drops to almost a whisper. “This is horrible and…” she pauses, shaking her head and looking down at the table, “I…hate you.” She can hear the instability in her voice, the way it cracks with the word “hate.” She knows she’s being irrational; childish even, but can’t seem to stop herself.

He drops his chair back down on all four legs, slamming his hand flat on the table. Their trays rattle violently, but Rey doesn’t even flinch. She feels so irrevocably broken, all she can do is focus on continuing to breathe; she doesn’t care what else happens anymore. For a moment, just a moment, his mental barrier drops and she’s taken by surprise as she feels a rush of hurt and longing that isn’t much different from her own suffering. Her eyes snap up to his, her mouth falling slightly open as her chest constricts with hope, but then it’s gone.

His expression hardens against her. “You didn’t agree to this? You didn’t come to my room and walk in of your own free will, despite my warning, to restart training?” The force radiating from his body was more intense than she’d ever felt; he’d been holding back, and she’d had no idea. “You came to ME!” He roars. Then his voice drops to almost a whisper. “You wanted to be with me - you knew what that meant.”

She swallows hard, excited and afraid all at once. “I did not come to you for training.” She calmly says back. “It meant something more to me.”

“I see,” He replies, his tone dripping with annoyance.

She jerks her head back, incredulous. Was he kidding? He could feel everything she felt; he knew what he’d put her through. She didn’t understand. He was confusing her on purpose; leading, controlling her thoughts. She was sure of it. “Forget it,” she says, shaking her head in exasperation.

He inhales sharply, and then appears to completely recover, his composure unsettling. Her body buzzes in anticipation.

“Fine, you can go.” He says, moving his attention back to his breakfast. The words sound nonchalant, but she can feel the tension in them.

Her stomach drops. “What do you mean?”

He sighs so softly she almost misses it. “You can leave. Leave the ship. Go.” He points to the doorway with his fork without looking at her.

She stands, afraid to take her eyes off him. She can’t bring herself to move any further.

His fork pauses over his food as he senses her hesitancy to leave. His eyes lift to meet hers, his expression painfully vulnerable. “You wanted to be with me. You knew what that meant, what I wanted in return.” He pauses, looking at her with yearning so intense she can’t breathe. “Yet you fight me for control at every turn. You refuse to submit, and I don’t understand why.”

“Ben,” she starts.

He looks away, waving his hand at her dismissively.

She knows he’s probably manipulating her…but what if. She hates herself in this moment. For staying, for desperately wanting what they had back. Her body is still covered in bruises left by him, yet she can’t walk away. He’s done something to her mind; twisted it. She craves his attention – no matter his method of delivery. She shifts from one foot to the other, her emotions so thick they could both suffocate in them. He looks back up at her and she exhales in defeat. “I can’t live like this. Physically, emotionally – not like this,” she says, shaking her head. “But I can’t leave you, either.”

“I agree.” He pauses, his voice dropping seductively when he speaks again. “Your constant defiance makes this unsustainable, yet I can’t stop.”

She blinks rapidly, sure he’s manipulating her now. She can feel the hope, confusion, regret and despair he’s eliciting within her. Somehow it’s working, and she doesn’t care. She wants him to want her so badly she can hardly think.

He stands and she takes a step back as he walks around the table, circling her. She can feel him pushing against her mind, carefully calculating. Against her better judgement, she drops her mental defenses and he’s suddenly everywhere in her mind. He inhales with the power of it, his blood boiling. He reaches toward her and threads a hand into her hair, pulling her head back to look up at him. She doesn’t fight it, and surprisingly there’s no pain.

His eyes are so dark with want they’re almost black. All at once she’s flooded with emotion as he allows her into his thoughts. She gasps at the intensity of it; the evidence of his feelings for her. She’s overwhelmed by his need combined with hers.

“Does this hurt?” He asks, knowing full well it doesn’t.

“No,” she replies breathlessly.

One side of his mouth turns upward with triumph and butterflies race through her lower abdomen. He pulls his hand out of her hair and presses his fingertips into her stomach, slowly backing her into the table. “Turn around,” he commands.

Her heart skips a beat and determination flows through her veins as she does what he says, only breaking eye contact in the last moment before looking proudly ahead of her. Pulling each arm behind her one at a time, he places one wrist over the other and grips them both with one hand. He circles the back of her neck with his free hand and bends her over the table. She closes her eyes into the tabletop, scandalously excited.

He groans at the sight of her hair fanned out and falling over the edges, her expression nothing short of blissful. He pulls his hand from her neck and runs it down the side of her body, then the front of his pants. He jerks while he works at the buttons to free himself, unintentionally shoving her roughly into the tabletop. He takes his cock into his hand, stepping forward slightly to slide it up and down between her still covered ass cheeks. She moans with his pleasure and hers; pushing backward into him. He grabs her waistband and wrenches her pants down, continuing on bare flesh.

“Tell me you love me,” he commands.

Her adrenaline surges. “I love you,” she whispers.

“Louder,” he says.

“I love you,” she yells, her voice husky with desire.

He kicks at her ankles and she widens her stance. Reaching between them he finds her opening, sucking in air as he shoves his hips forward and buries himself swiftly to the hilt inside her. She hisses with discomfort as he stretches her so fully it burns. He stills, and she tightens around him over and over while her body adjusts. She’s abruptly brought out of her state of bliss when the palm of his right hand smacks her ass – hard. She gasps, then bites her lower lip and steels herself for whatever he else he intends to do. The sting is quickly overshadowed with shock and pleasure when he squeezes her flesh and pushes it to the side to run his thumb along the entrance to her tiny asshole. She tenses, then consciously forces herself to relax. Her shoulders drop into the tabletop and her fists uncoil under his grip. Her moans fill the ship as he begins to barely pump into the deepest part of her while nearly bringing her to peak with his thumb. After a few minutes of torturing her like this, he lets go of her ass and leans forward, placing his free hand flat on the table in front of her face. She whimpers with disappointment and then screams with pleasure when he bucks so hard the table shakes and a tray falls to the floor. “We’ll work on filling that hole next time,” he growls, which brings her so close to the edge she’s panting with it. His mind is completely open to her, and all she feels is unbridled ecstasy as he proceeds to fuck her hard into the table.

“Now,” he says, and she orgasms immediately, nearly fainting from the intensity of it. “Again,” he says a moment later…and she does, her body shaking uncontrollably beneath him. “And again…” he says, bringing her to earth-shattering climax a final time before spilling himself inside of her. Struggling to regulate his breathing, he pulls himself out and readjusts their clothing. She doesn’t get up, and is relieved when he pulls her into his arms and heads back to their quarters. She buries her face in his neck, draping an arm over his shoulder.

“That is why you should always obey me,” he says, sending a shiver down her spine.

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