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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
- 7
- 8
- 9
Chapter 8

Her eyes drift open and upward, finding the underside of his chin. Heat rushes through her body as she moves carefully out from under him, propping herself up on her side to stare. He is beautiful – there is no other way to describe it. He is completely relaxed; something she never sees when he is awake, adding a vulnerable quality to his appearance. Her gaze travels downward, and she marvels at the length of his naked form. Under the blanket his legs are long and lean, muscular. His hips are wide and a bit sharp she thinks, smiling at the memory of the way they dig painfully…perfectly into her thighs. His chest is very defined, as well as his arms; faded stretch marks spanning both. She looks back up, a constricting feeling taking hold in her lungs as she observes the way his hair falls over his eyes. He is incredible.

Lying her head back down, she tenderly sweeps his hair away from his eyes. His brow furrows, a scowl forming on his lips. He swats her hand away and reaches out, pulling her back into him without opening his eyes. He squeezes her, grunting possessively, then presses his hips forward into her stomach and slides her body slightly down the length of his growing hardness.

“Are you sore?” he asks.

“Yes,” she replies, a hint of insecurity in her voice.

“Good,” he says, starting an agonizingly slow trail of faint kisses up the side of her throat.

“We should probably take it easy.” she says worriedly.

“Mhm…” he dismisses, rolling her onto her back.

She whimpers as he straddles her, guiding her head back with his hands to kiss along her jawline. His lips find hers and he kisses her deliberately, romantically, in a way that’s disciplined and increasingly intoxicating. He moans into her mouth and the sensuality of it sends excitement tingling through every nerve in her body. The entire experience puts her on edge; he’s purposefully muddling my thoughts, she thinks. Growing increasingly nervous, she doesn’t protest when he shifts his hips to slide one of his legs in between hers. He raises both of her hands above her head, gently holding them in place at the wrists.

“Are you afraid?” He asks.

“Yes,” she replies without hesitation.

He nods. “You should be.”

She shivers, adrenaline flaring at the unveiled threat. Her body tenses and his grip tightens, forcing her to consciously relax. He’s never been so soft with her and she isn’t anxious for it to end. She doesn’t want to fight him. Skillfully, he works his second leg between hers and meets with unresisting compliance. He settles his hips into her, widening her thighs open further with his excitement obvious and pressed against her nakedness. Her breathing becomes ragged as their thoughts crash into one. Her senses are on fire with his need for her, heightened by his awareness of the bruising discomfort between her legs. Releasing her hands, he reaches between them and finds the bud of flesh above her opening. She gasps as an exquisite sensation suddenly burns through every nerve, intensified when he dips into her pooling wetness before continuing to tease her with feather light strokes. He’s barely touching her and she feels as though she might explode.

When he feels her building orgasm threaten to topple her over the edge, he stops. Rey’s disappointment is obvious, but he appears completely unmoved by her frustration as he positions himself to enter her. Yielding completely, she lifts her knees up and wraps her legs around his waist above his hips. His cock surges and she moans from the mutual bliss of it, arching her back under him. For a moment he doesn’t move. She opens her eyes to find him staring intensely at her, concentration and self-control etched into the hard lines of his face.

He relaxes and leans forward, taking her lower lip into his teeth before releasing it to cover her mouth with his. The passion in his kiss is breathtaking, completely disarming any defiance she has left. He threads one hand into the hair at the nape of her neck, placing the other firmly on the bed above her hips – effectively holding her into place. He presses into her, and she hisses from the burn of being stretched by him. She’s tighter than usual; her flesh unwilling to accommodate him. Continuing to relentlessly work his way inside of her, he has to pause a little over halfway as the feel of her soreness and body’s resistance combined with his own pleasure nearly sends him over the edge.

Watching him, she sees his eyes squeeze shut and his face twist with pure ecstasy as he stops to regain control. She tightens around him, her body reacting deliciously to his barely controlled release. He groans, a tiny muscle along his jawline ticking rapidly. She reaches up to trace it with her fingertips. Her gesture more than he can bear, he exhales sharply and shoves unmercifully into her.

She stiffens and cries out, the confliction between her agony and his fulfillment overwhelming. Fully buried inside her, he shudders and drops his head into her neck. She tightens her thighs around him, her hands flying to his hips in a defensive attempt to prevent him from pressing any further into her. Regaining control, he focuses on her panic and relaxes.

When she panics she is thrown deeper inside his mind, and she can feel how much he gains from her pain – from both his infliction and her experience of it. She feels his blood boil and his heart race from the sharp sting and dull ache his forced entry has caused her; his need for it dangerously exhilarating. Moving deeper into his thoughts, she finds his desire to cause her harm is almost never satisfied; the drive unrelenting. Overwhelmed with the knowledge of what it does for him, she suddenly finds herself not only willing to suffer a great deal to satisfy his need, but excited to. Her pain turns to pleasure as she feeds off his thoughts and she bucks beneath him, encouraging him to continue his abuse.

His grip tightens on her, but he doesn’t react as she expects and her expression changes to one of confusion as she tries to make sense of it. He wants to hurt her – she can feel it. Why won’t he?

His own expression impassive, Ben pushes himself up to hold his body over hers. His forearms are on either side of her head, and her eyes flutter shut as he begins to slowly fuck her shoulders into them. She spirals into a state of euphoria as he continues to be gentle with her despite the primal instinct for violence she can feel tearing away at his self-control. Barely pulling out and sinking back into her, he’s calculatingly hitting the hot spots at the very core of her. She gasps and moans, her cheeks and chest flushing bright red. Her legs start shaking around him and his mouth falls slightly open as he loses composure at the sight and feel of her building tension. Leaning forward, he takes the lobe of her ear in his teeth and nibbles a little too hard.

“Now,” he says quietly.

She all but screams as she peaks, and he picks up the pace and pressure to flawlessly drag out her orgasm. When her contractions slow, his self-control finally breaks and he leans back onto his heels, yanking her down the bed toward him. Reaching down to grip her hips so hard she’s sure to have bruises, he puts a heavy amount of his body weight into holding her down as he begins to thrust violently. His eyes glaze over as he watches her cringe. Her jaw forms a firm line and he can feel her struggling to hold back pained sounds. A strangled sob escapes her, pushing him over the edge as he finally groans with his own release, emptying himself inside her.

Collapsing, Ben struggles to regain control of his breathing. His muscles are tight with the restraint he showed throughout their lovemaking. Rey closes her eyes and concentrates on matching their breathing, afraid to move and reluctant to end the experience.

Carefully removing himself from inside her, he rolls them both to their sides. She looks up at him, alarmed when she feels his dissatisfaction mixed with relief. She doesn’t have to say a word – he knows she can feel it.

“Sometimes you need it this way,” he reassures her. “We need it this way.”

Her eyes sting with tears, but she blinks them away as she focusses on his state of mind. He wants her; he wants her more than ever. There’s something else there too, swirling around the edges of his mind. Her pupils dilate with understanding as she realizes what he’s gained from this – dependency. He is entirely invaluable to her; the only lover she’s ever had, and every kind she could ever want. There’s nothing she wouldn’t allow him to do to her…and he knows it.

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They all sit in the conference room once more, another meeting called by General Organa. The tension between Rey and Ben is gone, but if anyone notices the change they do not comment on it.

“Rey,” Leia begins, “we must begin your training with Ben.”

Rey shifts uncomfortably in her seat at the immodest way she interprets those words, her embarrassment heightened by Ben’s knowing smirk. “So we have some sort of bond,” she says. “My proximity makes him stronger, and we can hear each other’s thoughts…share each other’s senses.” Feeling exposed by the way she’s sure everyone in the room is fitting the pieces together, she looks at Ben and asks, “What’s so special about that you’d completely renounce the pull to the dark side?”

He doesn’t respond right away, openly admiring the way she sits with her legs crossed in the chair, back held straight and hair falling in waves all around her. Still a little too thin…but altogether beautiful.

“There’s more to it,” he finally responds, enjoying her discomfort in the knowledge that he’s aware of much more than her. He shakes his head slightly, repositioning himself in his chair to put his arm around the back of it lazily. Dragging the explanation out like this is driving her crazy, the impertinent expression on her face challenging him in response. He’ll remember that later, he decides. “When our minds connect, we can transcend distance and I can essentially be in two places at once – I can inspire you to act as I please,” he drawls.

He is definitely teasing her, and she feels heat creep into her cheeks as she realizes he doesn’t care if anyone notices. “I don’t fully understand,” she replies.

Removing his arm from the back of the chair, he leans forward, folding his hands together and placing them on the table. Her gaze lingers at his fingers, and she unconsciously sighs. “Think back to Hux…and those moments alone with him. What happened?”

She takes a shaky breath, and reluctantly thinks back. “Well, he took me to this room with all of these tools, and I sort of panicked.” Talking about this is making her incredibly uncomfortable, and she glances around the room awkwardly before continuing. “In that moment it felt as though the whole ship shifted, and then I just…knew what to do.” She pauses, meeting his gaze. “But I didn’t feel like I was anyone else but me.”

“You weren’t,” he says, “but I used our connection to suggest your course of action and you wisely acceded.” Her eyes narrow at the implication she couldn’t have handled the situation herself, but she stays silent as he continues. “I am always reaching out to your mind,” he waves a hand in her direction absentmindedly, “While I’m sure you could be trained to open it to me all the time, you do so unconsciously when you’re distressed.” His voice hardens at the memory, “You were distressed.”

Rey swallows, trying to ignore the way he says trained.

“Once I’m in I can simultaneously exist in two locations – yours and mine.”

“I don’t feel that way,” she argues.

“You don’t appear to have the same ability,” he counters smugly. “My presence within your mind increases your strength, gaining you the complete breadth of my ability and skill – with the exception of being aware of my situation and surroundings as I am of yours.”

He is positively gloating. She starts to roll her eyes, but catches and stops herself as he raises a warning eyebrow at her.

She clears her throat. Han and Leia exchange suspicious looks while Finn and the others, clueless, listen on.

“But why not use me to further the agenda of the dark side?” She presses.

Ben sighs and the corner of Han’s mouth lifts in a small smile as he responds on behalf of his son. “Because the light in you is so strong you’ll override any suggestion he makes against it.” Ben glowers. “Then you’ll use his own strength and power against him…and win,” he finishes.

“Or die trying,” Ben somberly suggests, darkening the atmosphere in the room. Rey gets the impression there’s more to this exchange, but decides to inquire about it later as he continues to explain. “The dark side cannot win while both of us are alive, yet neither of us are capable of our full potential without the other,” he says, openly torn. “As much as the darkness pulls at me, I cannot bring myself to eliminate the indestructible power we share in our connection.”

“You only have one choice, then,” Rey says quietly, finally understanding.

“And we seem to have bought ourselves the much needed time to perfect our strategy,” Leia says with relief. “The First Order was searching for and destroying every Resistance base they could find, but Supreme Leader Snoke has been crippled without Ben and he knows it. They’ll lie low for quite some time.”

“We’ve already been training for weeks,” Ben says, surprising everyone including Rey. “With extreme dedication, she’ll be ready very soon.”

“What kind of training is left?” Rey asks, afraid to inquire about the so-called training they’d already accomplished.

“The kind that causes distress,” he replies too calmly, sending a chill down her spine.

He watches the color drain from her skin as the implication of his words sink in. Contrary to what she had thought, he was far from finished with pushing her limits.

“There’s nothing left - what more could you possibly do?!” She asks, forgetting her surroundings and immediately mortified by what she had unintentionally revealed.

“You’ll see,” he says, the unadulterated confidence in his voice twisting her stomach in knots.
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