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For a dungeon it actually seemed pretty comfortable. Long, overstuffed couches tucked along the sides of the room; plush pillows scattered along the floor. The temperature was pleasant, the air lightly scented and the room was lit with a soft, warm light. There were several ornate cabinets on one end containing “any apparatus one might need” according to the pretty blond leading them through the facility, as well large polished hooks with various ropes and riggings. Along the top of the room one side was made up of a long glass window allowing for gallery viewing of any activities in the room.
“We do of course have other rooms for those wishing to keep interactions more private, as well as several smaller play rooms set up with various themes and tastes in mind.” the blond said cheerily.
Rey snorted.
“ Did you have a question?” Blondie asked icily.
Rey composed herself and mumbled an apology.
“ Well then, that’s it for the grand tour. You’re all welcome to look around and if any of you have decided you’d be interested in membership Rose will be waiting in the lobby with applications and information packets.”
Rey watched as the handful of people with her either milled about or left the room, taking mental notes about what sort of people were there. The older gentleman wandering around the ropes, the two women who’d asked questions in each room on the tour and were now clearly having a difference of opinion about if joining the club was something they BOTH wanted to do. A young, Rey assumed, married couple giggling as they made their way out to the lobby near enough to her to hear the husband whisper to the wife how much he wanted to rail her once they got home. There were two younger executive types mumbling about the need for discretion to Ms. Blondie and one pretty younger woman who looked like she had no idea what she was supposed to be doing. And then there was Him.
She’d spotted him the minute he’d joined the group in the lobby, but in all fairness he was hard to miss. Easily over 6 foot and built like Greek god with a head of the most gorgeous raven hair she’d ever seen, a beautiful aquiline nose, and perfectly sinful lips, the man was made to catch the eye. Rey had wondered why a man as insanely good looking as he was would even need to join a kinky underground sex club in the first place? There was no way this Adonis wasn’t pulling in ladies by the boatload unless there was something seriously wrong with him.
He’d hung at the back of the group the entire tour and never so much as blinked hard when their perky little tour guide had explained that First Order catered to many different appetites and celebrated sexuality in all its forms. He hadn’t flinched at all when it was mentioned that as part of the admission process all applicants would be required to give a thorough sexual history. Hell, he’d barely seemed interested when the club's annual Bacchanalia the following week had been touted as” a not to be missed feast of sensual delights”. Throughout the tour he had been a silent presence, smiling at Rey once when he caught her eye but otherwise seeming no more interested in what was being discussed than he would be watching paint dry.
Rey scanned the room, watching as he slowly made his way around the perimeter until he was standing next to her.
“I hope you won’t find this forward, but you don’t seem like the type.” he said as he leaned casually against the wall. The soft baritone of his voice caught Rey off guard.
“ And what type is that?” she retorted, doing her best to seem unaffected. Christ! He was even more attractive up close.
He laughed quietly, “ The type who indulges in the particular services offered here.”
“ And you are the type?” she asked airily before turning to watch his response. He gifted her with a grin, the corners of his eyes crinkling. They weren't exactly brown, she noticed. A bit of hazel swirled in there and deeper brown pooling around the edges. The kind of eyes it'd be easy to get lost in.
“ I have been known to enjoy them from time to time.” He answered mischievously.
Rey walked past him pretending to be interested in something in one of the cabinets. Absently she picked up the braided leather riding crop, running her fingers over the soft leather at the tip.
“ And what is it that you enjoy ….” she let her voice drop just a little, hoping she sounded seductive instead of terrified.
“ Oh all sorts of devilish delights.” His lips turned up into a smirk as he watched her fingertips caress the tip of the flogger. “ Though I must confess watching you play with that I may have to rethink my opinion about you not being the type…”
Rey’s brows furrowed in confusion and she was about to ask him what the hell he was talking about when he nodded to the flogger. Rey dropped the tool with a loud clatter, feeling her cheeks turn scarlet.
“ Oh shit! I wasn’t…I mean I was obviously…but I wasn’t trying to…” she stumbled over her words before burying her face in her hands and muttering a string of obscenities under her breath. “ I’m going to jump in front of a bus now so if you’ll excuse me…”
“That would be a tragic waste, especially since I don’t even know your name.” He said smugly.
“ And I don’t know yours so I can at least die knowing I just humiliated myself in front of a stranger who never even knew my name.” she jokes weakly. As she retrieves the flogger from the floor and places it back in the cabinet she lets herself steal a last look at tall, wide and sexy and the bastard is trying and failing to suppress a laugh.
Yep…this is why she had told Finn and Poe she had no business setting foot in this place no matter how badly she needed to get laid. Five minutes of conversation with the sexiest man she’d ever seen and he was already laughing at her. Closing the cabinet she walks quickly by him making a beeline for the exit.
“ It’s Kylo.” he says before she can reach the door.
“ Kylo?” she repeats
“ My name.” he supplies. “ And I really would be sad if you jumped in front of a bus.”
“ Oh?” she queries.” Why is that Kylo?” She likes the way his name feels in her mouth and if she’s being honest she thinks she might like the way he feels in her mouth too.
-Jesus Christ on a cracker Rey,- she thinks. - Thirsty much?-
“Well for starters I’d have to try to run out and save you. Doesn't exactly make the ladies fall at your feet if you’re the sort to let them throw themselves in front of buses.” he moves towards her slowly, stopping just beside her. “Also I’d never get to find out if you actually are ‘the type’ or not.”
Rey shakes her head trying not to give him the satisfaction of making her laugh. “ Is that all?”
“ No.” Kylo says, and damn it all to hell if his god damned voice isn’t making her feel…things. “I also wouldn’t be able to ask you if you wanted to maybe go have a drink with me if you get squashed under a bus. I don’t count necrophilia among my kinks you see.” He shrugs his shoulders as if he’s just mentioned something as mundane as his favorite color rather than a hint about his sexual predilections.
Rey snorted inelegantly. “ Are you seriously trying to pick me up in the dungeon of a sex club?”
Kylo smiled, those perfect plump lips of his pulling back to show slightly crooked teeth and dimples in both cheeks. “ I am.”
“ Someone’s pretty confident.”
“ Yes.” he stated matter of factly.
Rey cocked her head, “ Okay, but if you’re some sort of psycho you should know that my friends know where I am and they’ll come looking for me.”
“And who will they be asking about?” he teased, “ So I can totally deny having ever laid eyes on you of course.”
“ Rey.” she held her hand out trying to stay composed as he closed his much larger one around it and placed a chaste kiss to the back of her hand.
“A pleasure Rey, now then I believe I owe you a drink.”
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Kylo had suggested they walk a few blocks over to a bar in the lobby of one of Coruscant’s nicer hotels. The weather was pleasant he said, and since she had mentioned she was concerned about him being a possible psychopath it might be a chance for her to ask him some questions to ease her fears.
“ Seems like something a psycho might do to lull me into a false sense of security” she teased as they leisurely strolled together. That had made him laugh out loud and Rey found she liked the deep throatiness of his laugh. Liked the way his smile took over his whole face when he did it.
“ Seriously Rey, what can I tell you to put you at ease?” he asked.
Rey chewed on her lip for a few minutes trying to work up the courage to ask the most obvious question.
“ You don’t have to answer this if you don’t want to, “ she stammered, “ but I guess I’m just wondering why you were even at First Order?” Rey felt the blush creeping up her neck and looked down at her feet.
“ I told you, I’ve been known to enjoy the services they provide from time to time,” he said calmly.
“But couldn’t you…I mean I’d think someone like you…well obviously I don’t really know you but…” God, why was she suddenly so tongue tied around this man?
Kylo reached out to touch her shoulder, “ Rey, it’s okay, I promise whatever you’re rolling around in that pretty head of yours isn’t going to offend me so just ask.”
She stopped and took a big breath before blurting out, “I just wouldn’t think someone who looks like you would need to belong to a sex club to get what they want! I mean Jesus, have you seen you?” she was bright pink by now, hiding her face in her hands,
Kylo stopped and gently pulled her hands off her face. “Well I don’t see what you see so we’ll have to disagree there, “ he said softly. Rey kept her eyes on his feet until he tipped her chin up to look at him, “ but to answer your question Rey, I have found that belonging to First Order, and other places like it, allow me to be with people who don’t judge my particular desires and it affords me the opportunity to indulge them in a safe and responsible way.”
Rey felt a little silly, after all wasn’t that part of why she had let Poe talk her into even checking out First Order? Hadn’t her own late night wine drunk confession about how none of the men she’d been with had ever gotten her off led to her embarrassing admission about her own desires and how she might gratify them?
“ So, “ Kylo continued nudging closer as they began walking again, “ Same question to you. Why were you at First Order?”
“Uhhmm, I mentioned wanting some more information about some…stuff to a friend and well… he suggested I should maybe...you know…learn by doing.” she mumbled.
“ I get the feeling there’s more to that story but for now, I’ll accept that.” Kylo said quietly.
“ Bar’s just at the top of the street” he said leaning over her to point it out. Rey caught the smell of cedar and spice from his cologne and resisted the urge to bury her nose against his neck.
Smells great…check.
Good looking…check.
Great hair…check.
Confident and charming…check.
Great smile…check.
Obviously sexually open minded…check and check!
-Jesus Christ, unless he’s into something seriously awful this guy might just be the total package- she thought.
‘A drink’ with Kylo ended up turning into a few. And then, well since it was late, he reasoned they might as well grab something to eat while they were there. And maybe a few more drinks. And talking. The relaxed, easy flow of conversation that makes you loose- lipped and forgetful of the passing of time.
She found out that Kylo was a bit older than her, had grown up in Chandrila but moved to Coruscant recently to pursue a business opportunity. His family was “complicated” but he was working on repairing a tenuous relationship with his mother, and he had been something of a problem child as a kid.
Rey found herself talking about how she’d moved from Jakuu shortly after discovering the grandfather she never knew about had left her a small inheritance. It had been enough to see her through university and get her set up in her own small apartment. She talked about how she worked at a women's shelter and how she’d met Finn and Poe through that.
Kylo ordered dessert, telling her through the occasional bite about how he thought it was brave of her to ‘learn by doing’ when it came to her own sexuality, and asked how that was going .
“I haven’t actually tried anything yet.” Rey mumbled around a mouthful of cake.
“ Why not?” Kylo asked.
Rey shrugged her shoulders, her face pinking up prettily. “ Probably something to do with a lack of a partner.” She licked the last of the buttercream from her fork. “That’s part of why I was at the club. Finn and Poe said it’d be a way for me to try things out and not have to worry about scaring off anyone. Like a test drive for sexual kinks I guess.”
Kylo looked at her in silence for a bit before he spoke again. “Part of having a healthy relationship with anyone is feeling safe and comfortable enough to express your wants and desires. That should include sex Rey.” His voice was rough, and Rey felt her mouth going dry as his deep whiskey eyes looked her over. She found herself fidgeting under his gaze, heat rising to her cheeks and pooling low in her belly. The effect this man she had only just met had on her made no sense, but she couldn’t deny it. She was drawn to him in a way she had never been to anyone else and it was thrilling and unsettling all at once.
The silence hanging between them was broken by the waiter firmly, but politely informing them that the kitchen would be closing soon so if they wanted anything else they should order it now. Rey stole a glance at her watch realizing with a gasp that they’d been together for almost four hours! How had she not realized that?
Kylo asked if she wanted anything else and Rey shook her head. “ I should probably be going.” she said quietly before asking, “ How much does my half come to?”
Kylo chuckled. ”I asked you out Rey. It’s my treat.”
Rey shook her head. “ You asked me for A drink, Kylo.” she said putting emphasis on the A. “Not dinner, dessert…” Rey was trying to calculate in her head exactly how much this was going to cost her. She couldn’t believe she’d lost track of herself like this, but it had been so easy being with him, talking to him. Careful, responsible Rey had all but vanished in his presence.
“ Absolutely not.” Kylo insisted, plunking down his credit card. “I kept you here all night. Least I can do is foot the bill.” He smiled at her and Rey found herself agreeing. “ I’ll tell you what.” he said, "Come to the Bacchanalia at the club next week and we can talk about who pays for what next time.”
“ Bold of you to assume there will be a next time Sir.” Rey replied.
Kylo’s face tightened for just a moment when she spoke, the corners of his mouth curling just a fraction. Not an outright smile, but definitely a smirk. Smug bastard!
“ Fortune favors the bold Rey.” he signed for the bill, leaving a handsome tip for their waiter before standing to offer Rey his arm. “So yes, I assume there will be a next time.”