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Pristine Condition	By : HarrisHawk Category: Star Wars (All) > Het - Male/Female Views: 3862 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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It had been two weeks since the decision making foot massage. He’d kept her and the arrangement had been massively to his benefit. Their routine was more or less the same as the second night with a little added and nothing taken away. When his feet were soothed and he was thoroughly relaxed, the female would sit at his feet for some relaxation of her own just basking in the heat.

Sometimes, he would permit her to rest her head against his leg; the light pressure of it was oddly tranquilizing. He had ventured so far as to glide his bare hand emotionlessly but possessively through the dark curls in front of him, the way one would stroke a dog without thinking about it. She had become just that; a dog, a wordless companion. She was mostly silent, obedient and did like to be touched but he only did so at his own discretion. Some nights, he felt like he needed more. He didn’t crave it but if she was his to do with as he pleased then why shouldn’t he, no matter how small the inkling?

He had started to invite her to sit beside him. Not on the other armchair or the sofa, those were off limits. He perched her on the arm of his own chair and when the need for touch arose, he would simply rub his hand slowly up and down the silk covered expanse of her back. She was everything his father said she would be; servile and compliant but he would not do what his father had initially suggested. Even with the decision made to keep her and the proof that she was worthy to keep provided; she still slept on the floor. They never spoke. They were silent in their routine (which was only in the evening when he finished on the bridge). If, on the off chance, he gave her an instruction she would respond quietly with: “Yes, General.”  He never spoke to her or confided in her about the goings on of Finalizer. That was business; she didn’t need to know about it. All she needed to know about was his needs and wants which didn’t extend to very much. He was complacent with what they already had.

While commanding Finalizer was challenging and often frustrating, he dealt with it well and while he would not admit it, Lucilla was a comfort and having her did help him cope. However, their pattern was broken one night when he returned earlier than normal; chest heaving and nostrils flared as he stomped into his bedroom.
“Lucilla!” He barked, violently kicking off his boots and dragging off his coat; tossing it with disregard into the chair in the corner. “Get in here!” Caught off guard with her make up barely finished and barely changed into (one of) the black slip she figured he liked; she emerged from the bathroom with noticeable curiosity. He rounded on her when he heard the door and stared her down for a moment. He didn’t care anymore. That childish brat Ren had driven him into a rage though Lucilla wasn’t sure she hadn’t done anything wrong. “Take it off.” She stared at him for the briefest of seconds before he snapped at her like he had done about her name. “Take it off, Lucilla!”

Hux was so wrapped up in undressing himself that he didn’t notice the hesitation and the touch of nerves as the female pulled the dress up over her head and dropped it to the floor. He didn’t take the time to admire her or to appreciate that this was new territory.
“Come here.” Tame as always, she did as she was told. He was undressed by now but there were more pressing things on her mind than revering her master’s naked form. She knew it was coming; it was going to happen eventually. She was lifted and placed into a kneeling position on the bed; the guiding hand on her back and under her stomach bent her over onto her hands and knees. He wasn’t exactly gentle about it and he didn’t really check if she was aroused but she anticipated him anyway. Vexation and aggression drove his actions; he was not thinking of Lucilla and her comfort (not that he ever did), he was thinking purely of ridding himself of this agitation that Kylo Ren had riled.

Standing at the edge of the bed, he drove himself in mercilessly with an almost feral growl. The sharp gasp from the female ahead of him didn’t register as both her hips were grabbed and she was pulled back closer to him. He went from there with a barrage of solid, rough thrusts , enjoying the tightness of the female but it did not occur to him that it shouldn't have been that way nor would it have bothered him if it had. He had also tuned out the whimpers, the pants and the attempt to steady her breathing that didn’t seem to work; blanketing the restraint of pain. His mind was fixated on the smoking control panels and the sparking computer monitors with every brutal thrust into his young companion, not even hearing the heavily audible slap of skin on skin or his own groans of pleasure. With his eyes closed, he was succeeding in riding out the grievance. and he did not expect things to be different with Lucilla after tonight; he assumed they would carry on as they had been doing.

He certainly didn’t think of the consequences of his actions, especially based upon assumptions about her he had made himself. Needless to say, Lucilla was not enjoying the experience. Her eyes were shut tight and her teeth gritted almost painfully but this was part of obedience. A few more minutes and it’ll be over.  Her whimpers and whines continued throughout until one last, vicious thrust told her that he’d finished. He stayed inside her as much as he could and covered her back with his chest, panting in her ear. With his mind clear of his annoyance, he could feel the woman beneath him trembling delicately but tense at the same time and her breathing didn’t sound right; his weight on her back didn’t help either. He leaned slightly to the side and saw the effort of containment in those pretty features. She appeared to be biting the inside of her cheek though he couldn’t understand why and he wasn’t about to compromise whatever it was they had by asking. She was his after all, he wasn’t supposed to care.

When he finally removed himself from her, he was kneeling on the bed as she was. His back straightened and he twisted slightly for that relieving crack; had she not been so wrapped up in her own agony, she might have flinched at the dreadful noise. Whatever way she caught his eye though, in the way she crawled away from him; it made him stop. Surely it couldn’t be? He looked her over carefully, trying to deduce if it was in fact what he thought. But there it was; smeared on her folds and on the backs of her thighs. He looked down; he had been stained with it too. It took him a moment as he fought with confusion and something he hadn’t felt in a long time which he barely recognized as guilt.

“Lucilla?” She stopped what she was doing which was trying to get off the bed without sitting down so as not to stain the sheets. “Lucilla, is that blood?” Her confirmation was a silent look of shame. He stared at her. Surely not?!
“You…. You should have told me!”
“I thought you knew….” Was the timid, almost spineless answer; the look of shame hadn’t dissipated.
“How was I supposed to know?!”
"It was on his list.” He watched her still, incredulous; fighting to get his mind around the breakdown in communication, this list (whatever that meant) and what he’d just done.
“I thought you….”
“That I was a prostitute.”  She finished softly for him and just then, it was impossible to read her.
“Yes.”
“ No. I’m something completely different.”

"You were in pain." It was an observation, not a question.
"Yes, General...."
“Can you walk?” She was still kneeling at the edge of the bed and looking down as if assessing the distance.
“I think so….” The General got up and waited at her side of the bed to help her if she needed it.
“Shower.” Was the only word he said, trying to maintain the gap between them but it was difficult with what had just happened. She seemed the master the short journey to the bathroom unassisted (barely) though he followed hesitantly in case she needed stability. It was unsteady and it took time but she got there eventually. She was able to get in herself and tried to keep her hair over the opposite shoulder to keep it dry. As soon as it got wet, it took forever to get dry. What she didn’t expect, however, was for him to join her. Again, mainly for stability but he needed to wash off the blood too. She watched as it ran down her legs and gathered temporarily, mostly brown in colour rather than red and that was the end of that. The thing that had kept her expensive and longed for was gone.

He shut off the water and passed her a towel before leaving her alone in the bathroom to dry herself. He was only gone a few seconds. When he returned, he held the crumpled bundle of black silk she had shed when ordered. With her modesty reapplied, she exited the bathroom and headed for the sliding doors.
“Where are you going?” He inquired lazily from where he’d lay down on the bed. She looked mildly alarmed at the question; as if he was about to snap at her again.
“I…. I was going to go to sleep. Is there something else I can do for you?” Hux sighed and rolled his eyes with temporary defeat.
“No. You may stay with me tonight. But ONLY tonight.”
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