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Rey let out a groan of irritation at the obnoxious computer displaying her email.
To her misfortune, it was Friday night and somehow the files for the PowerPoint weren’t finished until six pm. Rey watched with envy as one by one, her co-workers trickled out of the office and she was left cursing out useless Snap on the third floor for his lack of timeliness. She munched on chips and a burrito and what remained of her third cup of coffee for hours.
One of the last of the building’s occupants, save for her, brushed by, offering her a distraction from her tedious task.
“Still here, Rey?”
She glanced up into her boss’ eyes. Ben Solo. The amber of his irises and their intensity made her sweat. Rey offered a small smile, which he did not return, but he gave a raised eyebrow in concern.
“Yeah, just an untimely lack of sending of files to me. Nothing new.”
He frowned. “I think that’s an issue that should be addressed. You’re staying so late. Later than me, even.”
She shrugged. “I’m used to it.”
He reached into his pocket, pulling out a couple of pieces of mint chocolate. “I won’t keep you longer, but you need food to keep yourself going.”
Ben was perpetually grumpy, never giving a smile to anyone. But he was a good person, often listening to his constituents and being fair.
He was also hot. Very, very hot.
She took the chocolate from him, her smile wider. “Thank you, Ben.”
“I’ll be sure to have a discussion later with the department involved.”
“Ben, it’s no trouble. It’s my fault I didn’t ask for the files sooner.”
He looked at her with deeper concern. It warmed her heart how intense he was, how seriously he took his work.
“Still, I like this company to do what it can to make sure the employees don’t overwork themselves. Get some rest this weekend. I’ll see you later.”
He walked away, leaving her alone in the silent office.
Rey went back to her work, happy to have seen Ben with his wonderful wavy hair and intense eyes, and broad shoulders. A sigh escaped her lips. Yeah right, Rey thought. Like he would want an orphan underling as his girlfriend.
Nine-thirty came, and she finally finished the job. She was too tired to do anything except send the final email and slump home in an over-priced Uber.
The house was old and creaky, showing its lack of value in the chipped painting and the loose floorboards and how she was cold at night with the drafty windows. But it was hers, and once things settled more in her new job, she would find the time to pick a part of the house and breathe new life into it.
Rey padded upstairs, throwing herself into a shower to get some hot relief on her shoulders from hunching over her desk for hours. Her feet ached and her mind was numb to everything except the seductive reach of her bed.
She stumbled out in nothing but her black t-shirt and plain cotton panties, crawling into bed to sleep the rest of the night away.
It was quite cold in her room, despite the heater going.
It was pitch black when Rey was forced awake by a mouth at her neck.
Her wrists were tied, something soft—most likely silk. Her body laid flat as opposed to her usual sleeping in a fetal position for warmth.
She jolted. The pounding of her heart was staccato and loud.
She had expected the sunlight to pour through her curtains when she woke up. She was still beyond exhausted from the long overtime she pulled a mere few hours ago. Still so tired she wanted to loll her head back and go back to sleep. But she was aware now of this terrifying position, too wide awake and too alert to do any resting.
“Hello sweetheart,” the low, sensual voice spoke in her ear. An involuntary shudder trailed down her spine. Her mind jumped to the worst. She was going to die. Used, then perhaps stabbed or choked or quartered. She opened her mouth to protest, but his unbearably warm hand covered her mouth. “No one will hear you but me.”
He was right. The neighbors next door were out on a business trip or high as a kite. He removed his hand from her mouth, almost expecting her to say something or scream. Tears brimmed in her eyes, but she would not scream, not for this monster.
He pressed his mouth to her jaw, his hand running down her side, along the fabric of her shirt.
“I’ve been wondering when you were going to wake up after I tied you down,” he mused. His hand paused right at the juncture of her hip, right at the hem of her panties, before the hand went back up underneath her shirt, exposing her flesh to the cool air of night.
She trembled, trying to contain her whimpers and her tears before a thumb came up and brushed her cheek. Why the hell was he being so nice, as if he was a lover and not a rapist?
“Shhh, I’m nothing but giving,” he whispered. “Just be a good girl for me.”
Good girl.
She hated how it made her clench. How it invoked wetness between her legs. He would just take it as an invitation.
He nibbled on her neck, biting down at the worst spot imaginable. The bruise would be hard to hide. His hands roamed her torso as his tongue ran over the hollow of her throat before ending in a kiss on her chin. His pants—jeans it felt like—barely contained his arousal digging into her abdomen. Her arms tugged at the restraints, desperate to be free, to shove him off of her and escape. It seemed whoever decided to violate her knew what he was doing when he tied her down and blinded her vision.
She let out a whimper when his fingers reached the hem of her panties and began to tug.
“Hmm, such a good girl you are. I’ve been eager to taste your lips, so I was worried I would have to gag your pretty mouth.” She tightened her legs in protest, making it harder for him to remove her underwear.
He pinched her bare nipple and she yelped.
“What did I say?” His voice didn’t waver in tone. He forced her legs apart, dragging her panties down while the tips of his fingers caressed her skin. “Be good.”
Rey shifted, helpless. Expecting for him to just fuck her and then kill her. His fingers danced along her thighs, underneath her hips, squeezing her buttcheeks.
“Hmm.” Every touch upon her was a caress, an electric needle on her skin, forcing twitches and whimpers from her lips. His breath licked at her nipple. “Your tits are so sensitive. I’ll have to play with them another time.” he moved away from her, his weight leaving her bed.
Rey anticipated the sound of clothes shuffling and the cling of a belt being removed, but that didn’t happen. He came back to the bed, grabbing her thigh with his paw and kneeling between her legs. “Your pretty little cunt is soaked, sweetheart. You’re so needy. It’s okay, I’ll give you what you want since you’ve been a good girl.”
She didn’t want whatever he had to give. Not even this form of pleasure, the touch of a lover. Something cold and wet slid between her folds. A jolt of her body only earned a chuckle.
“Want me to describe it to you, sweetheart?” He continued to rub the thing over her flesh, nudging at her clit and sending a wave of unwanted pleasure through her. Questions ran through her brain. Why wasn’t he fucking her? Why was he using a dildo, of all things?
“It’s purple—lilac to be precise,” he said. His teasing was over, as the very tip of the toy breached her entrance. “The closest to my size they could find.”
He pushed it into her, slowly, making her get used to it in some sickening allowance like he was allowing her not to feel pain.
"Have you ever been with another?" He hummed, stopping and applying more of the cold lube, making her shudder.
She knew it wouldn't change anything, it wouldn't touch his humanity, but she shook her head in a desperate try anyways.
"Oh?" A smile in his voice. "That is even better, knowing your virgin cunt will only ever know me."
He pressed the dildo in once more. Rey expected pain, but he was going so slow, holding her down by her abdomen while he kept on his conquest. He kept cooing to her, calling her his good girl and whispering how much she was taking and how she'd feel around his wide cock. Once it was completed seated inside of her, he waited. Kisses and nips were applied up and down her neck, her collarbone, her traitorous breasts. Then, he started moving the dildo back and forth in slow strokes.
Rey didn't know how she could fit this thing inside her body. It was so big she felt split open, the stretch burning and hurting. She would not protest, lest he somehow made it worse for her.
The worst part was how good it felt. How he seemed to just angle the dildo a little upwards and hit her front wall and make her see stars. Her nerves were already on fire. Humiliation and shame rolled over, her hips bucking against the dildo as she chased her own pleasure, to make this nightmare more palatable.
"I knew you would enjoy this," his voice cut through the haze. "You're just begging to be fucked by my cock, aren't you?"
Her blood ran cold at his statement as she hit the turning point, clamping down so hard on the dildo and a scream was wrenched from her throat. It shouldn't feel so good, it shouldn't feel like this, but it did, and she hated him for it.
He pulled the dildo out of her sore muscles.
She was too tired to do anything, to fight back. The orgasm tore away any fight or any resistance she had. Which gave him the opportunity to steal her first kiss. She was limp as his mouth devoured hers, his tongue tasting faintly of pomegranate.
When he pulled away from abusing her mouth, his thumb came up to caress her lower lip. "You taste wonderful, sweetheart."
He left her in a mess of fluids on the sheets, fixing the silk ribbon around her wrists and tucking her into the comforter. She tried to writhe away from his touch, but sleep was coming for her so quickly.
She merely cried silently, weeping harder as he brushed his thumbs over her cheeks.
"I will return, sweetheart. And don't even think you can do anything about me. Be a good girl and I might just give you two orgasms instead of one."
The horror of him returning did nothing to prevent her from passing out. She would awake, powerless. No one would believe her.
And the worst part was she enjoyed a tiny part of it. Being touched so gently messed with every chemical in her brain.
She fell into a dreamless slumber.
Ben Solo watched on as the security feed of the elevator caught one Rey Niima entering and ascending to her floor. His floor.
It was Friday, the most optimal time. Snap Wexley's files disappeared the night before due to an error in his email, and by the time the error would be noted, it would be near quitting time. But the deadline was by Monday, and Rey would work diligently to finish it and be able to send it off so she didn't have to worry about it all weekend. Such an overachiever, desperate to prove something she didn't need to prove.
Ben would love her, regardless of how much she contributed.
Between video conferences, Ben took out his phone and scrolled through the slack messages he had sent to his phone. It was easy to get IT's permissions and have access to all of Rey Niima's messages, watching for anything inappropriate between her coworkers. However, he found a jewel, a treasure trove of her and Rose Tico describing him, their boss, in ludicrous metaphors. The day before, during his lunch hour, he watched the constant back and forth between the two women until one message almost made him choke on his afternoon coffee.
I would one-hundred-percent have his children if he asked.
It was a game-changer. Something primal within Ben ached with the desire to sire a baby with her. Claim her as his in that way. It was beyond what he had imagined before. His thoughts spiraled, wondering how she would look pregnant, and it made him hard. He had to do a rushed handjob in his private bathroom, thinking of her breasts swollen and leaking, her hips thicker, her belly swelling. Such a tiny thing she was. So resilient. He had to make her his.
Of course, there was one issue, the status of her employment. She was stubborn, he came to find. Rey didn’t accept help, would insist on standing on her own and earn her keep. She wanted to keep her job, and some messages she sent Rose indicated how she viewed him currently.
It would be wildly inappropriate for us to date.
I don’t want to put him in a position or anyone in a position to think he is holding my paycheck against me.
I would be known as the office slut who slept her way to the top.
With her stubborn nature, he was left with very few options. In order to make sure she wasn’t going anywhere, he would have to take the choices out of her slender hands.
But he would start slow. Soon, she would learn to like it. And by the time she was pregnant with his child, she would have no options before her, save for the one.