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Could've Gone Mad	By : dezzu Category: Star Wars (All) > Het - Male/Female Views: 13095 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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A/N: Thank you so much for the reviews! Sorry for the rather extended delay in getting this up – life stuff happened.
This one is a slightly oddball take on everyone’s favorite interrogation scene (well, really just kind of a tribute to the “instant attraction leading to banging within minutes” plot).
Next thing to publish will be part 2 of Time Out, and then I will take a break for a few weeks to start on a series under the Harry Potter category.

On an ordinary day, Rey gets interrogated.

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She was doomed the moment he removed his mask and stepped toward her.
It happened. That little twinge of desire; a subtle jolt within her core that made her thighs clench for just a heartbeat as she met and held his troubled gaze.
The tiny speck of want that bloomed within her – an impossibly dangerous distraction – disrupted the relatively flimsy barrier she’d put up around her mind in order to keep him out.
It was just enough, like a breeze gently parting a pair of curtains...and in that moment of weakness, he was able to press fully into her mind.
She screwed her eyelids shut, groaning softly against the sudden, immense pressure that was him behind her eyes. Her face and neck felt clammy and prickled with cold sweat. She gulped a few heaving lungfuls of air and gritted her teeth, trying to calm herself and forcing her rigid body to relax against the restraints of the interrogation table.
Her body now willed into submission, she opened her eyes, gazing back into his dark orbs.
While her eyes had been shut, she’d missed the fleeting quirk of his lips as he savored the successful entry into her mind and the brief expression of pain that had flashed across her face. His face was now drawn tight with concentration as he fought to remain within the outer edges of her consciousness, unable to press forward. He couldn’t gain further access to expose her thoughts and memories to him unless she was panicking.
Despite knowing the potential consequences of her actions, Rey decided to try to turn the tables before he could get any further.
She slowly shifted her upper body away from her restraints, and his eyes couldn’t help but follow the subtle, languid movements of her neck, shoulders and chest as she momentarily arched away from the table. Her eyelids drooped to half-mast as she relaxed against the hard surface behind her. Her lips parted, a ghost of a sigh escaping before the tip of her soft, pink tongue darted out to lightly wet her full bottom lip.
His dark, roving eyes captured everything, and his eyebrows made a subtle but unmistakeable uptick at the sweeping motion of her tongue.
She had him.
She entered his mind like a whisper, with far greater grace and gentleness than he had hers.
His hand shot up and he lurched a faltering step towards her, seeking to press himself further into her mind in his panic to make her pull out of his. His head felt filled to capacity with her intrusive warmth and light, and he groaned aloud against the pressure.
Her mouth flooded with saliva in response – from the start of such an intimate connection with him, in reaction to his groan, and also in anticipation of closer proximity to the looming man before her.
When he’d first come upon her in the forest, he had been straight out of the flashback-slash-vision-slash-nightmare she’d experienced after touching Luke Skywalker’s lightsaber. Through a tenuous grasp of the Force, she’d perceived the confused mix of rage, fears of inadequacy, and the encroaching darkness within him. The sinister mask he wore, hiding his humanity, had only heightened her desperation to get away him.
She could sense through her burgeoning perceptive powers that not every corner of his being had been touched with darkness. Besides having a handsome face, it didn’t hurt that he seemed to be hiding a rather firm body under all those clothes.
If anyone were around to ask, how would she explain her sudden physical attraction to the murderous man before her?
That she liked bad boys, and liked the real or imagined challenge they presented? That she found his face and body attractive enough to dismiss his cruel demeanour, position and reputation within the First Order? That being restrained turned her on?
Her earlier desperation to flee from him had transformed into a building desperation to pull him to her. She sensed, without being able to say how or why, that they had encountered each other before...perhaps in a distant past that she couldn’t remember.
Yes, she found herself deeply attracted to him. The faint whisper of something more existing between them was gnawing away the caution and restraint that she should be operating under in front of such an unpredictable being.
His large, gloved hand was just inches away now, and could make contact with her flesh with just. One. More. Step.
The tension seemed to suddenly drain from his face, his features relaxing into an emotionless mask. It should have scared her, but she remained perfectly composed under his calculating gaze, maintaining her relaxed demeanor.
She angled her slender form towards him again in subtle invitation, also sending a glimmer of desire through the two-way connection they now shared in an attempt to draw him closer. His eyes flashed with something like anger as he stared down at her, but his face remained impassive. She blinked lazily at him, a small smile curling her lips.
He wanted to get what was inside of her head and be done with it, as quickly as possible. He knew that using the connection to try to flood her mind with the tumultuous darkness that raged within his own wouldn’t work. He couldn’t sustain sending a barrage of emotion to her for more than a brief moment, so he had no hope of breaking her down that way.
That little pulse of desire she’d sent him had shot straight to his groin, but he couldn’t – wouldn’t – let her know that it had any effect on him.
He had to shift tactics. If the mind wouldn’t work against her, then perhaps the voice would.
“You know that I can take whatever I want.”
He’d stepped just alongside her, his chest at her eye level so he could taunt her from above. The soft, sinister baritone of his voice slipped into her ear like a thick, warm liquid, his breath ghosting over her forehead and then dipping near her temple, making the hair on the back of her neck stand on end.
His implied threat to “take whatever” made her eyebrows lift expectantly; she was keenly interested to hear more, and tilted her head away a few degrees, greedily exposing more of her ear and neck to the gentle puffs of air escaping from his parted lips as they hovered so close to her skin.
If she couldn’t get him to lay his hands on her, she’d settle for air-based caresses if she had to.
He leaned away from her in mute amazement. He was the First Order’s most effective method of extracting information from anyone; everyone who heard his name feared him, and here was this girl...who he’d just chased through a forest, threatened with a lightsaber held just inches from her face, pinned down before him in restraints and dead within a moment if he wished it...acting like she wanted him.
She was unbelievable.
And with that internal rant, and his surprise over the situation processed and quickly tamped down, he realized that he was suddenly, completely, and utterly turned on by her irrational boldness.
He’d call her bluff – and if it turned out to be an act, the punishment would be severe.
He began to circle her in slow strides, taking a few moments to appraise her from head to toe, suddenly eager to see what her body could possibly offer him. His eyes were the paper, and his cock was the pen, taking copious notes.
He could easily imagine tracing his lips and teeth along the elegant slope of her slightly bared neck. Her lips looked strong but inviting. He wondered if she would eagerly take whatever he wanted to put between them.
He’d savored her fearful cries earlier in the forest when she’d made her rather pitiful attempts with a blaster to prevent his capturing her, so he’d most likely find her bedroom voice just as...charming. He’d let the chase through the forest last much longer than necessary – he could have used the Force to hold her in place whenever he’d wished – in order to relish in her flight response.
His eyes greedily drank in the rest of her, noting the curves that would fit spectacularly within his hands. Though her eyes remained hooded and soft, her fists clenched under his intense circuit of appraisal, her muscles tensing like she was trying to keep from squirming.
“What do you think is going to happen here?” he suddenly bit out, hunching and leaning over her face, his flashing eyes just inches from her own. His hands gripped her upper arms tightly, pulling her up slightly within the restraints.
He then dropped his voice low, almost touching the tip of her nose with his own as he spoke again.
“Do you think that if we..fucked...that you’ll simply saunter out of here...and back to the rebel scum that you call friends?”
He held her upper arms in a death grip, his hungry eyes seeking any hint of a reaction from every eyelash, pore, and line of her face. Her eyes, which still held no fear, flitted to the tensed line of his lips, focusing there as she inhaled deeply and held her breath for a few seconds before releasing it in a soft exhale.
She took in a lungful of his heady scent, and almost moaned as she released it from her chest. The intensity of his eyes; the way he gripped her; how he’d momentarily relaxed his jaw as he drawled “fucked”...all of it had shot a laser beam of hot desire straight into her pussy.
Her thighs began to tremble, her rough undergarment blotting the wet arousal that was suddenly released from her clenching core. Her nipples felt impossibly tight under the rough fabric of her top.
“I think...that we should...fuck...and...saunter out of here...together,” she whispered.
He heard and then felt her words, whispered in that lilting accent of hers, dropping like a hot stone into the pit of his stomach. Leave with her? Laughable. Fuck her? Yes.
Her breath caught as his eyes slid closed. She heard a loud click from the closed door to the interrogation room, causing her to jump slightly within his grip.
Her body and mind flooded with relief at the sudden, soft click of the restraints as they opened at her ankles, allowing her feet to dangle freely. She slumped slightly within his hands and then squirmed, having to take all of her weight onto her still-restrained arms.
With a heavy sigh, he pushed back from her, his hands relaxing against her upper arms for a fleeting second before alighting completely from her flustered skin.
When he opened his eyes again, his lids were low, concealing his intent under dark, thick lashes. Bringing his hands up, he began pulling off his gloves in front of her in slow, practiced motions, dropping them to the floor at his feet.
She wondered at his silence, but didn’t let it intimidate her. The only thought in her head was the question of what he was going to do next with his now-bare hands.
His hooded eyes trained on her midsection, he stepped towards her, his nimble fingers making quick work of the clasps of the belt around her waist. Her breath caught as he made brushing contact with the fabric of her clothing, her stomach muscles jumping as the belt fell free.
He pushed the draped fabric she wore over her top to the side and dipped a warm finger into her waistband, checking its elasticity. Finding it loose enough, he pulled both her pants and her undergarment down her hips, knees, and calves with smooth palms. He then pulled off each of her boots, followed by her pooled clothing, leaving her lower half completely naked and exposed to him.
The cheeks of her ass and backs of her thighs jumped in protest at the contact with the cold metal of the table, and she hissed softly. He grasped her ankles, lifting and slightly bending her legs one by one to place her feet on top of the open restraints.
Rey watched in rapt fascination as he then reached down and slowly pulled her undergarment from her discarded pants, bringing the sodden fabric up to his face, closing his eyes and inhaling deeply. Prickly heat crept up her neck, and her cheeks flushed hotly at the thought of her arousal filling his nostrils.
More than a bit shaken by what he’d just done but still determined to appear perfectly composed, he stood, clutching the bit of fabric in his fingers as he stepped up to the table, looming over her again. Silently, he draped the small garment on the piece of armature just behind her head, close to her face. Regardless of what happened next, he’d decided that he was going to save that little richly-scented souvenir from their encounter for himself.
Two of his fingertips suddenly made brushing contact with the corner of her mouth. She parted her lips and let the breath she’d been holding escape, and the two questing digits slipped inside. Her tongue slowly slithered along them, testing their taste and texture, welcoming them. Her eyes rolled back and her lids fluttered closed as his fingers slowly slid in and out between her slack lips, twisting and rubbing sensually over her fleshy tongue. She groaned softly around them and sighed as he gently pulled them from her mouth.
That mouth… He tried and thankfully succeeded at not groaning out loud as she slithered that hot little tongue of hers over his fingers, as if she were imagining they were his cock.
He dropped to his knees in front of her in a rustle of fabric, and she opened her eyes, looking down at the top of his dark head as his face hovered just inches from her parted thighs. Hopeful, she worried her lower lip between her teeth as his hot breath ghosted over her hyper-sensitized flesh.
His left hand grasped her leg just behind the knee, lifting it up and and pressing it away at an angle. Her dripping, glistening folds were completely exposed to him now; her arousal had nowhere to hide.
Every muscle tensing in anticipation, Rey watched as the two fingers that had erotically plundered her mouth just moments before were brought up and then slowly dipped into the slick valley between her labia, lightly pinching her clit between them.
She was so wet, so soft. There wasn’t any way that he wasn’t going to fuck her now. He had to bite his tongue to keep from groaning aloud at the feel of her as he slid his fingers through her delicate folds.
The moan she’d been holding in her lungs was released as a ragged sigh, her eyes and face softening in relief at the tender but electrifying contact with his slightly calloused digits. He drew his fingers to his lips, his tongue flashing out to taste what he’d collected from her. She swallowed hard, desperately wanting those lips, that tongue, and those fingers on her, inside her.
He stood again, but kept her thigh pressed against the table with his hand, keeping her open to him. His free hand worked at the front of his pants, unhooking things she couldn’t see, the cascade of his long, dark hair covering his face from her view. She heard him exhale a soft hiss between clenched teeth, and then he yanked some of the loose fabric of his robes aside, presenting his cock to her.
Of course, it was much larger than she’d been expecting. And it looked painfully hard.
She shuddered with a mixture of joy and nervousness, her core deciding to remind her then with a powerful pulse of need that it was painfully, achingly empty...but there was someone right there in front of her that could more than fill it to capacity.
She sent him yet another pulse of desire through their shared connection. Much to her delight, his cock jumped in response before her eager eyes. As she stared, she wondered how soft the skin was there...it certainly looked soft, and she'd love to test it with her tongue. Her gleeful inspection of him was suddenly cut short, though, as his free hand firmly grasped his shaft, giving it a long, slow stroke.
A shimmering bead of pre-cum had accumulated at the head, and the tip of his index finger ghosted over it, collecting it. Still not meeting her eyes, he brought the finger to her open, panting lips. The tip of her tongue met it eagerly, tasting his offering before he quickly pulled it away.
He stepped close, his free hand brushing down her exposed hip, then lower to firmly grasp the fleshy globe of her ass, kneading and tenderizing her cold skin.
As he towered over her and idly warmed her flesh in his large hand, what she could see of his face was not enlightening. No tensed muscles; no heaving breaths. No outward sign of strain...except for his monstrous erection.
The realization that he’d brought her to such a lustful, desperate state with just a few touches hit her. Rey suddenly felt like she was losing again.
She swallowed, her eyes stinging and watering a little. A little paranoia at this point in the proceedings was to be expected. Her mind began to race with nervous questions.
Sure, he was hard...really, really hard...and why wouldn’t he be, with a nearly-nude woman in front of him, who’d given him every indication that she wanted him to fuck her brains out? But...did only one aspect of her proposal interest him?
She considered the gentle restraint of his touch, and the little things he’d done so far to heighten her arousal. Perhaps there was some reason to hope that things wouldn’t end badly. Unconsciously, she nibbled on her lower lip as she worried, and then smoothed the abused flesh with her tongue. His hand was still massaging her ass, but it felt mechanical and repetitive now...like he was stalling.
She couldn’t know it, but he also felt like he was losing. He was trying desperately to get a handle on his desire, using her chilled skin as an outlet for his hand. His balls already felt too tight for his liking, and he’d barely even touched her. Those little, maddening sensations she kept sending him through their connection were going to force him to blow as soon as he entered her if he didn’t get a grip. It had been quite a while since he’d fucked anyone, and he wanted this encounter to last.
Her eyes swept over his lips in an attempt to focus on him again. She noticed their fullness, looking incredibly kissable despite their present, emotionless state. She wondered what they’d look like in the throws of passion; if they’d ever part, or utter a single sound once he was inside of her.
A few flashes of the possibilities of what his mouth might be capable of flittered through her imagination. She flexed her hips towards him with what little movement she could manage. If she could just wrap her legs around him…
His hand tightened its grip and then stilled on her skin at her movement, and her breath caught for what felt like the 50th time that day. He slid his hand down and palmed the underside of her thigh, then suddenly hoisted her leg up to wrap it around his taut waist.
She released her held breath in a soft sigh of relief, but then he surprised her by dipping his hips, positioning the glossy tip of his substantial cock at her entrance.
Relax, relax, relax… Rey’s mind raced with that chant as she inhaled a few slow, calming breaths through her nose, trying to will her quaking pussy into unclenching itself in preparation for the possibility of his imminent intrusion. She wanted him inside of her so badly that she could taste it, and she didn’t want to delay having every inch of his incredible-looking length inside of her by tensing up.
In a sudden fit of madness, she pulsed her hips, caressing the rim of her pussy against the tip of his cock like a soft, slick kiss.
A hiss escaped like steam from him, the first crack in his emotionless mask taking the form of clenched teeth and slightly parted lips. The temptation to simply shove his way into her was overwhelming; she just would not let up in her teasing. It pained him to have to do so, but he pulled his hips away from her inviting body to replace the tip of his cock with fingers that were itching to prepare her for everything he was going to give her.
Her wish to be filled was suddenly, slowly granted by the two fingers that had gently fucked her mouth minutes before.
She threw her head back and cried out softly to the ceiling as her eager pussy grabbed and held his fingers tightly, now buried to the knuckles inside her. They slowly twisted and quaked against the walls of her clenching channel, scissoring and rubbing in a rather careful effort to loosen her up. He expertly worked her into accepting a third, and, to her amazement, a fourth finger that had her repeatedly moaning as they thrusted and twisted slowly into her. She bucked and writhed against him, desperately trying to get contact against those tender spots inside her that would help her orgasm build.
Suddenly, his thumb made soft, brushing contact against her clit, and that was enough to send her over the edge. She arched painfully against the restraints, her toes curling as she cried out in ecstasy. His fingers continued to delve slowly into her, his thumb very lightly rubbing against her little bud.
The sounds she made had his blood boiling, and the way her neck curved as her head fell back had him positively drooling with the desire to have his mouth sucking on and lapping at her soft-looking skin. He couldn’t believe how responsive she was to him, coming within just a few moments, a few touches.
He was suddenly filled with a familiar sensation – the satisfaction he got from knowing that he had complete power over someone – only, it was...different...from the sensation of exerting the dark side of the Force. He didn’t feel sick to his stomach; he felt energized...lighter.
As the tight spasms of her pussy tapered off, he extracted his slick fingers and rubbed them along his shaft, looking down between their bodies and taking a moment to admire the gleam her essence added to his rigid column. They were both ready.
He leaned into her and guided her free leg to join its mate around his waist. He marveled at the feel of her muscles clenching under the incredible softness of her skin as he slid his palms firmly up her thighs and over the cheeks of her ass, giving them both an appreciative squeeze. The angle of the table seemed just right for taking her, at least for now.
As he used his right hand to position the tip of his cock against her dripping entrance, his dark eyes met hers, probing and plumbing their depths again for any hint of fear. He rubbed the painfully engorged, fleshy head against her well-lubricated ring, his mouth flooding with saliva at the prospect of immersing himself completely in her slick heat. He felt a surge of raw need as he brought both hands to her hips, grasping her soft flesh roughly.
A heartbeat was all she had before his strong hands lifted and then slammed her down onto the entire length of his impressive cock, embedding him fully inside her in a single stroke. She broke eye contact with him as her lids flew wide open in surprise and her head fell back, her breath catching in a harsh cry of what she could only describe as...completion.
His hard column of velvety flesh seemed to fill every nook and cranny of her pussy, and she felt like she might burst with a feeling of fullness that was like nothing she’d ever experienced. The hard, bumping contact his head made with her creamy cervix generated a groan of sweet relief that seemed to originate from within her core, traveling up her spine, through her throat, and finally out her open lips, re-declaring her immense pleasure to the ceiling above her.
Exquisite. The feel of her greedy, clutching warmth surrounding his straining cock was almost more than he could take. She was exquisite in every sense his pleasure-numbed brain could comprehend. His eyelids drifted shut for a few seconds in wonderment, as he languorously savored the sensations washing like waves over him. He could still hear her pleased cry echoing in his skull as he opened his eyes and leaned back slightly, adjusting the angle of their connection.
A low moan erupted from her straining chest as he held her hips and slowly started extracting his length in preparation for his next thrust. Her eyes rolled back into her skull at the sensation of his hard flesh dragging against the clenching muscles of her walls, which desperately wanted him to remain inside. She felt drunk and completely at his mercy, but her addled mind wondered...was he enjoying this?
Her head lazily rolled forward, her hooded eyes trying hard to focus, to seek out any signs of his pleasure. He was gazing down between their bodies, his dark hair shielding his face from her view as he watched himself pulling inch after inch of his incredible cock from her pulsing channel.
He’d extruded most of his shaft from her, made slick and shiny with her arousal, before signaling his intent at re-entry by digging his fingers into her hips. He looked up just in time to catch her exhaling a surprised “Oooh…” as their bodies joined again.
He decided then and there that he wasn’t going to waste any more of his precious energy fucking her while her arms were locked against the table. He wanted to be able to manipulate her body in any way that suited him.
One at a time, he released her hips from his grip, clicking the switches that released her upper arms. She rested her bent arms against the tops of the restraints to keep her balance, sighing with what sounded like relief. She then gave him a what looked like a genuine, though slightly wicked, smile. He pressed the whole length of his body against her, using his hands underneath her ass to bring her higher up the table, his face just inches from hers.
She wanted so desperately to touch him, fully-clothed or not. Her eyes roved over his strong neck and shoulders; they would certainly provide much better support than the painfully thin bands of the restraints. She met his eyes again, and decided to test her luck. She suddenly brought her hands to rest on his upper arms, gently gripping his straining muscles.
As she sought to cling to him with her now-free hands, he felt it again – that surge of empowerment he felt at having her need for him being so openly on display. He dipped his head, bringing his lips to the shell of her ear.
“Lovely Rey...you feel like you were made for me.”
He wasn’t lying. Every fiber of his being wanted to meld in every possible way with hers. She’d gasped and tightened her grip around his waist with her legs at his spoken admission, and that was all the encouragement he needed to proceed with a renewed sense of purpose.
He pulled back slightly so he could gaze into her face again and gauge her reactions as he started plumbing her depths, slowly at first, to find those spots inside her that elicited the loudest moans, made her eyes roll back or made her grip him harder.
Satisfied when he’d mapped out her pussy the best he could, he gripped her ass cheeks firmly, pulling them apart slightly as he started a succession of quick but deep thrusts that had him bottoming out inside her.
The soft, emphatic cries she made as he moved in and out of her tight body were like music to his ears. His gaze slid along the elegant column of her exposed neck as her head fell back, and he couldn’t help himself in the face of such a submissive pose. He allowed his parted lips to hover just over that soft surface, the tip of his tongue flicking out to lap at the thin sheen of sweat on her flushed skin.
Her moans and whimpers were getting louder, and her iron grip on his cock was getting impossibly tighter. She was close to her release, and increasingly, so was he.
The fabric around his groin was soaked with her juices, and he suddenly wished that they were both naked, flesh on flesh.
The squelching sounds emanating from her pussy as he plundered her, filling in the silence between the sounds of pleasure constantly erupting from her lips, were several of many memories from this encounter that he intended to take to his grave with him.
In between his cervix-reaching thrusts, he ground her pussy against his groin, seeking to abrade her clit against the rough fabric of his pants.
His strategy worked within moments, her body suddenly shattering around him in a release that made her arch and shout as she bucked and convulsed against his rigid body, her fingers digging into his arms. Her pussy seemed to be trying to swallow him in tight, greedy gulps, a fresh flood of her release seeped from her entrance, further coating his already impossibly slick member. His balls tightened painfully, eager to participate.
“Fuck!” he shouted, groaning and burying his face against her spasming neck as he fought not to blow at the start of the nearly vicious onslaught of her orgasm. He was miraculously able to keep working her slowly over his shaft as the last throws of her release were wrenched from her, leaving her twitching and moaning beneath him.
With a groan that seemed to come from the deepest part of his being, he gave in to the call from his aching sac, his eyes rolling back as his body surged against hers. His hips slammed impossibly hard into her pelvis, rocking the table against its anchors to the floor as he deposited his thick, creamy release deep inside her. His cock, hips and brain all seemed to be operating independently. He felt himself floating away on a white raft of bliss, and in that space, he felt her all around him through the connection they shared. His hips continuing to slowly thrust and churn inside her well after his balls had emptied their load.
They remained locked against each other for several minutes, him panting harshly into the welcoming hollow of her neck, just below her ear; her with her legs draped about his torso while the rest of her lay limply against the table.
Their panting breaths had created a pleasant warmth around them in the otherwise cold confines of the small room. The thick layer of sweat covering his forehead broke periodically, sending meandering droplets down his nose to drip onto her skin and down the neckline of her top. Her hands had given up their purchase on his upper arms and had entwined themselves around his neck, two of her fingers twisting lazily around a length of his hair near the back of his neck.
He nudged her earlobe with the wet tip of his nose and pulled back from her a little, reaching down and unhooking one of her legs from around his waist and lifting it slightly in order to position her at a new angle.
In a move that shocked even him, he winked at her then, soaking up the resulting disbelief that painted her features.
That had, after all, only been a warmup.
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