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Doing business with the First Order wasn't the most pleasant way to spend the day, you had hoped there would be some change of pace with their new leader but now instead of having some slimy General with a sneer on his face forwarding whatever a disembodied voice was telling him via comlink, there was a different General with the same expression as the old one doing the talking with a menacing figure next to him, looming over everyone.
Tall and broad and all clad in black with a mask that had once been destroyed, judging by the red lines of some kind of metal that indicated where the pieces had been fused together again, one didn't need to be Force-sensitive to practically feel the waves of hidden rage rolling off of that menacing figure. Or at least it felt like a suffocating presence, like he was going to snap you and your associates in two with a mere flick of his wrist if things didn't go his way, the hilt of his lightsaber attached to his belt a constant reminder of the powers he held.
It was ironic that you and the others had been searched for weapons before the meeting, a weapon manufacturer and trader stripped of their weapons, at least the First Order officials had been too with the exception of their Supreme Leader, carrying that deadly saber on his body. When you had asked how you were supposed to showcase your newest weapons without having them with you, the mask had whipped around and you could basically feel his eyes fixed on you through that visor. Nobody gave you an answer except for your boss, Pri'un, who shrugged and whispered that you'll have to make do with holograms.
And that was what you did, displaying all the models while you, your boss and your coworker explained how they worked, what they did exactly, the newest technology with tracking devices, simply trying to sell those fancy new blasters to the First Order and if they didn't want them you would try your luck with the New Republic in a few days. One of them would want to get a deal, ideally both. And then there was the Resistance, the thought of the Order and the Resistance fighting each other with the same weapons was just amusing, like two children breaking off a stick from the same tree and hitting each other on the head over and over...
As Pri'un was explaining the mechanics behind the target tracking system you noticed the mask trained on you, his fists clenched and unclenched, you could faintly hear the leather creaking despite Pri'un's voice filling the room along with the constant beeping of the holo terminal. You swallowed the lump in your throat and tried to not stare back, unsuccessfully. Maybe, if his eyes were visible, you would have bigger trouble holding his stare but since all you saw was a black abyss it was easy to pretend like there was nobody in there.
At some point, the explanations went over into negotiations and the masked menace finally turned his visor away from you. You let out a breath you had held for far too long, it felt like a weight was lifted from your mind and you could finally follow what was happening at the table. As always, the First Order was not happy with how many credits the Sonn-Blas Corporation was charging them, ignoring how many loops the corporation had to go through to legally sell weapons to the First Order in the first place.
"Without the First Order, there would be no Sonn-Blas Corp."
The voice coming out of the vocoder of the mask was dark and hollow, still, you couldn't help but notice the threatening undertone. He wasn't quite right, the Sonn-Blas Corp. would survive without the First Order, with a bit of luck and a major push to get the New Republic to buy more weapons, but it was undeniable that they were the biggest customer and there was a reason Merr-Sonn Munitions founded Sonn-Blas Corp. and it certainly wasn't to enjoy the hassle of managing several companies.
"Without the Sonn-Blas Corp. there would be nobody to sell weapons to you," you said, crossing your arms in front of your chest as you leaned back with a smug grin on your lips.
The man across the table, General Pryde, looked at you with icy eyes. "We have the best military researchers in the galaxy, we have our own weapons."
"But no manufacturer," Pri'un added.
The air in the office seemed to change and the Supreme Leader's hand hovered over the hilt of his lightsaber, for a moment everyone stilled, not daring to move in case even a single twitch of a muscle could attract his attention and then it would over for whatever unlucky soul breathed a bit too loud. His shoulders heaved with every breath but slowly he calmed back down and his hand fell to his side.
"I suggest a break," General Pryde said. "We shall continue our discussion in a moment."
You looked up at their Supreme Leader as he was towering over everyone else, standing behind his General, and you were waiting for him to intervene. He should be the one to give the orders after all, but he stayed silent. You excused yourself and left the office. The tinted glass panels overlooked the landscape of Rakata Prime, a lush green forest as far as you could see. As you set off down the hallway you realized they hadn't told you when negotiations would be picked up but figured if they could be so rude to try to weasel their way out of paying the proper price, you could be so rude to let them wait for a minute or two. It wasn't like Pri'un really needed you there, you weren't the salesperson, you simply made sure the design of the blasters was in line with the requirements given by the customers.
Your fingers brushed along the cold panels, occasionally interrupted by a durasteel beam, while you watched the tree tops slowly glide by. The hallways were fairly empty, most workers were in a different building that housed the assembly lines on the bottom floor and testing labs at the top, this building was just offices and a mess hall which was currently cleaned by droids before lunch. And that was where you were headed, hoping to be able to get a snack before returning to the lion's den which had been set up right next to your own office.
Lost in thought, you didn't notice the heavy footsteps coming up from behind until they were almost at your level and a wall of black shoved itself into your vision. Your fingertips lost contact with the smooth glass as you turned to stand almost toe to toe with the Supreme Leader, craning your neck to look up. If you hadn't known that there was a human underneath that mask, you wouldn't have assumed he was one, maybe rather an Epicanthix with their tall and muscular build.
"How may I help you, Sir?," you asked, your mouth suddenly feeling dry.
"By not making this harder on yourself."
You inched backward, trying to get a bit more breathing room, but he followed until your back was pressed against the glass. There was nowhere to go but up against him. "What exactly?"
"Give us the weapons under his conditions and you will walk away without any harm done."
Your hands trembled as you held them up in defense. "Excuse me, Sir, but you are on our property, you may be ruling the First Order but we are merely neutral weapon manufacturers and merchants, whatever authority you think you may have here, I am sorry to disappoint you."
"You're wrong." Even through the vocoder, you could hear his irritation and then, suddenly, his big gloved hands grabbed your arms and pulled you away from the glass.
The door to the next office opened with a hiss, seemingly on its own, it was empty and the Supreme Leader shoved you inside. With another hiss, the door immediately closed behind him. Panicking, you looked around for a way out or at least something you could duck behind and hope to dodge his lightsaber if that was even possible. A few quick strides and you stood on the other side of the desk, gripping the edges and ready to flip it and hide behind, a feeble and, quite frankly, stupid attempt to save your life should it come to an attack.
"You will sell the weapons for the demanded price," his voice crackled out of the mask.
"I can't just lower the price, the manufacturing, distribution, delivery to the fleet... It adds up," you explained, hoping the man could see reason. "Any day law enforcement could take the license away and we'd have to go through the same long process of starting a new company, acquiring the licenses, and if we're really unlucky all this would be shut down entirely and we would have to build everything from scratch, we cannot afford to lose money."
"That is not my problem, is it?" He stepped closer, the edge of the desk almost touching his thighs.
"Actually, Sir, it would become your problem," you replied. "I told you, you'll have no manufacturer once we're out of business."
Kylo Ren stretched a hand out towards the desk and with a roar, shoved it away without even touching it. The desk glided out of your hands and slammed into the wall. Then, with a single long step, he had you caged once again between his massive body and the window behind you.
"You know I can make you do what I tell you," he said, even through the vocoder it sounded like his voice dropped deeper and something stirred inside of you, making you uneasy.
"I'm sure we can come to a mutual agreement."
Out of the corner of your eyes, you noticed his hand go to his side and jumped when you saw the hilt of his lightsaber gleam in the light of the sun. "We will."
Sending a silent plea with your eyes, you reached out with a trembling hand, feeling around blindly for his hand, arm, saber, anything to keep him away. Suddenly, you felt something hard nudge you between your legs and you went rigid, eyes widening and you stifled a whimper. You wanted to shove him away and scream but you couldn't move, unable to discern whether it was him using the Force or your body being in such a state of shock that you lost all command over your limbs your heart began to speed up, thumping in your chest up into your throat and you became nauseous.
The Supreme Leader started to move the hilt of his saber back and forth, creating just the tiniest bit of friction over your pants right where your clit was. Your lungs constricted, then released all air in a sudden moan and heat crept up into your face, matching the spark that Kylo Ren ignited in your cunt. Slowly, you regained control over yourself and grabbed his forearm, it was thick with muscle and made you feel even weaker than you were. He wouldn't need the Force to keep you pinned where you were, that much was obvious, and neither did you holding on to him have any effect, he kept digging the metal into the seam of your pants.
"If you think any sexual favors will give you a discount, you are mistaken, Supreme Leader," you said with a hoarse voice, trying to sound as professional as you could in these circumstances.
"This won't be a favor."
A protest was forming on your lips when suddenly Ren shoved his saber deeper between your legs and you felt one of the lateral emitters of the crossguard prodding your entrance, your pants were the only thing preventing it from penetrating you but it was enough to make you clench.
"Or maybe it will," he said and leaned down, resting the mask on your neck below your ear, you could hear the vocoder crackle to life when he spoke. "You will do what I want one way or another."
You were trapped, his chest touched you with every one of his inhales, the hilt of his saber had you hooked literally and his strong arm caged you in, his hand right next to your head, you could hear the leather sticking to the window. Your brain was screaming, begging for anyone to stumble in and save you but your treacherous cunt...
"Nobody is going to save you," the faceless mask said. "And you are going to want this."
Digging your nails into his sleeve, you squeezed his forearm, feeling his muscles tense before he pulled away his saber and, to your own dismay, you actually missed the feeling of it. Squeezing your legs tight, you dared lean away from him, watching the mask slowly turn to face you. Even though his eyes were obscured you felt like he was looking right through you.
"Or are you already wanting it..."
It was less of a question and more of an observation. You wanted something, preferably inside of you, yes, but not him, not in these circumstances. Still, you felt yourself blush when his hands grabbed your hips and he rolled his against you, he was hard, his erection pressing into your belly and for a split second you allowed your mind to relish in the thought of that being inside your pussy before you shoved that thought away, embarrassed about your neediness.
He unbuckled your belt, you continued to try to shove his arms away to no avail, and he managed to sneak a hand into your pants, his gloved fingertips skimming your folds despite you squeezing your legs together tightly to keep him out. The moment he dipped in and brushed your clit you faltered, letting out a quiet moan, but he went further and mercilessly shoved a thick finger into your hole. It should have felt like an intrusion, a violation, and shame washed over you as you realized it didn't, that you actually enjoyed it.
The Supreme Leader pulled out again, his glove was glistening with your juices, he inspected it for a moment, then his hands reached behind his mask, he opened some latches and slowly the mask opened up with a hiss. Holding your breath, you watched with a mix of anticipation and anxiety. You knew he was human but as a warrior, he was probably littered with scars. Maybe he was an old man missing half his face and the mask and helmet served to hide that, something about the anonymity of the mask had made the thought of getting fingered by this man extra arousing but now you were scared you wouldn't like what you see and... He lifted his helmet off his head, dark locks tumbled out to frame his face. You weren't sure what you had expected but certainly not a beautiful young man, his lips were full and looked perfect for kissing, his brown eyes had a golden shimmer in the light of the sun and that dark hair of his seemed so soft, you wanted to touch it. If he wasn't the Supreme Leader of the First Order and could kill you in who knows how many ways within seconds you may have even taken the risk.
With an empty expression, his eyes raked over your body and then flicked to your eyes, only then did you notice that you kept staring at him with an open mouth. Yes, you realized, you would definitely enjoy this. This would even become the most enjoyable part of the day, not that there were many contesters so far. With pleasure did you watch Kylo Ren lift his glove to his lips, your juices almost dried but that didn't stop him from taking his finger into his mouth, hollowing his cheeks as he sucked on it. What you wouldn't give to have that back in your cunt.
"Give in to our demands and you can have more than just one finger."
He had opened your floodgates but the truth was, this wasn't up to you, and even if it was, the company couldn't afford it. Sell for less and you'd sell a lot of weapons at once, deny the sale there was still a chance to get the full price from the Resistance at least even though they tended to buy far fewer weapons than the First Order. Kylo's fist shot out and missed your head by a fraction of an inch, you cowered away and discovered a crack in the glass, hair-thin lines spreading out from underneath his fist. Rather the glass than your face, still, you didn't feel like taking chances, without his mask he might have become a million times more alluring but no less frightening.
You ducked underneath his arm, lunged forward, and ran for the door. Fuck the business, your life was more important to you. Just a few steps and you stopped in your tracks, once again having lost control over your own body but this time it was definitely the Force and not your own anxiety-ridden mind. Standing stock-still you could see a shadow from the corner of your eyes becoming bigger and then the Supreme Leader stepped back into your line of vision. He waved his hand upward and suddenly, the floor fell away from your feet as you rose into the air. You whimpered, you wanted to beg for your life but your mouth wouldn't open, a strangled noise was all you could produce.
Your body stopped and tilted backward until you could see the dark ceiling looming above you like a thick blanket that could muffle all the noise, cries and screams, if you were even able to make them. At the edge of your vision, you could make out how Kylo tugged on his gloves and pulled them off, tossing them carelessly to the side, then his hands grabbed your inner thighs, parting your legs further, and gliding up until they stopped where your thighs met your pelvis. Despite the position you were in, you could feel yourself growing wet again and hated yourself for it.
Maybe, if he hadn't done all this, you would happily sit on his cock right now but...
"You still will," he said, his voice was so much softer without the vocoder.
All he had to do was pull on your pants to get them off, along with your panties and boots, and he just let them drop, the boots hitting the floor with a thud. The air was cool on your wet cunt and a fire seemed to burn in Ren's eyes as he looked at it hungrily, devouring it with his stare and then his lips were on you, he sucked your clit between them and grazed it with his teeth. A guttural moan escaped you, you didn't want this but you also did want it, it was maddening. He was attractive and powerful, the most powerful man in the galaxy, why wouldn't you want to fuck him?
His tongue licked through your folds from your entrance up to your clit several times, occasionally dipping the tip of his tongue into your hole, his fingers dug into the soft flesh of your thighs as he pushed them further apart to the point the stretch became uncomfortable. But when his tongue flicked your clit over and over the discomfort dissipated, replaced by ever-growing pleasure that was accompanied by a symphony of moans and sighs which became louder as the Supreme Leader abused your clit relentlessly and your cunt clenched, making you painfully aware of how empty it felt, aching to be filled.
He parted your labia with two fingers, greedily gathering your juices with his tongue and you could already stare into the abyss of your budding orgasm, ready to plunge into it. Just a few more seconds of attention to your clit and you would burst. But Ren pulled away before that could become reality, leaving you frustrated, your clit throbbing, your pussy wanting the attention back.
"You don't deserve to cum," he said.
All of a sudden, you dropped, reflexes too slow to catch yourself, and you landed ass-first on the hard floor, the pain shooting up from your tailbone knocked the air out of your lungs and tears stung in your eyes. Holding your breath, unmoving, you dug your nails into the palm of your hand to distract from the far worse pain. Ren stalked around you in circles, watching you with an impassive expression.
Just a few inches away you discovered the pile that was your clothes and cursed him for not having let you drop onto them. Slowly, you took a few shaky deep breaths, the pain was easing up slightly, just enough to focus on something other than what was sure to turn into a huge bruise later on. Sitting at the desk would be torture for the next few days.
"Up," he commanded.
You craned your head up to look at him, he was standing right in front of you, towering over you like a looming black wall. Getting up was not an option, the pain might have lessened but it was still very much there and, quite frankly, after this, the Supreme Leader needed to be taught that his authority did not reach beyond the First Order. On top of that, your lower half was still naked, just because he just had his mouth on your cunt didn't mean you felt like exposing yourself to him whenever, although you hated to admit that his tongue gliding through your folds provided quite a pleasant memory.
He flicked a finger and your body got lifted off the ground by an invisible force until only your feet were touching the floor and you were dropped once again, this time you caught yourself. Your legs were shaky, so were your hands, and your heartbeat was deafening. You wouldn't try to bolt again, there was no use anyway and the pain was still too strong, so you waited, anticipating his next move like this was a mere game of holo chess. Then your breath was cut off again, it felt like a hand had laid itself over your throat and was squeezing, trying to make your lights go out and it almost succeeded. Only when you saw dark spots on the perimeter of your vision did the invisible hand let go, you greedily gulped down air, trying to fill your lungs with as much as possible until the spots disappeared. Then he did it again, the Force restricting your windpipe, playing the same game all over again but this time you stopped him before he could choke you a third time.
"Fine," you croaked. "You'll get what you want."
Kylo Ren stopped, his eyes dropped between your legs and he started to work on his pants, unbuckling his belt slowly, a minute ago you wanted to be filled up and stretched out by him, but now you weren't so sure anymore, he had no regard for you, you were merely a hole for his cock, a warm pussy to empty his cum into and then he'd rob you of your profits too... You didn't like the way your cunt just clenched.
"And I'm just a dick to fuck you senseless before handing money over to you. Now get on all fours," he snapped.
Hesitantly, you obeyed, you didn't know what made you do it, the blood from your brain seemed to have sacked down into your pussy, it was throbbing at the thought of that powerful man wanting you as his fuck toy. There may have been an ulterior motive for him but he was right, he was just some dick about to fuck you senseless so why not go along with it? Apart from the fact that he had just tortured you just to get his own way. You doubted this was about the discount, he simply needed to feel in control, even over such minor things.
The floor was cold under your hands and knees, in the polished durasteel you could see the reflection of your face looking back at you through half-closed lids, skin flushed and matching the heat bubbling underneath. Your breath was shaking and it hitched when you could feel a large hand grabbing your hips, digging into your flesh, and pulling you backward until you could feel the tip of his cock nudge your pussy. He let it slide through your slid, getting it wet with your slick, and you let out a soft moan as his cock rubbed over your clit. Then, in a sudden movement, he pushed all the way into you, not allowing you to adjust to the penetration, a stinging pain radiated from between your legs and you whimpered, being stretched too far.
With a loud smack, his hand slapped your ass, sharp - but pleasant for once - pain ringing through your flesh and numbing your skin, your pussy clenched in reflex around his hard length and earned you another spank, then he buried his fingers into your hips and started to move, pulling out almost entirely before forcefully thrusting back into you. Another loud whimper escaped you, letting yourself go in his brutality, the pain was still there but you started to acclimate to his size, becoming even wetter, and you moved with his rhythm, more getting dragged over the floor than out of your own volition. The fabric of his pants rubbed against the back of your thighs and you couldn't help but wonder what he looked like underneath. You closed your eyes, imagining the powerful body of a warrior, when yet again you were surprised by a sharp pain. Ren tugged on your hair, hard, until you gave in and pushed your upper body off the floor until your back hit his chest.
The angle made it harder to thrust deep into you but massaging his cock with your walls made up for it judging by his heavy breathing, Ren let go of your hair, and one arm snaked around your chest to keep you in place, then he wrapped a hand around your throat. Instinctively, you took a deep breath, but his fingers merely dug into the side of your neck, the palm of his hand was pleasantly warm on your skin but once you became light-headed he let go.
Maybe you should tell him that you're not the one making the final decision on the cost of the weapons, he'd surely choke you again, and you'd get to feel the warmth of his skin and... There was a click and a second later something cold dug into your throat, the metal rim of his saber forcing you to lean your head back until his shoulder stopped you from escaping his deadly weapon. And despite threatening your life, he was still moving inside of you, sliding in and out of your wet pussy. His eyes were roaming your face, he looked almost bored if it wasn't for the twitch under his eye that gave his annoyance away.
"I can just kill him," he said and, as if to bring his point home, dug the hilt further into your skin.
You stayed quiet, looking up at Ren, you felt like the entire situation was just too absurd, any moment you would wake up in your own bed, and realize it was all a very vivid fever dream, conjured by your anxious brain in anticipation of meeting the elite of the First Order, some of the most valuable clients. That was the only reasonable explanation for why the Supreme Leader of all people was currently balls deep inside of you while simultaneously threatening to kill your boss if you didn't do as Ren demanded.
"You'll grasp the reality of this once he's dead," he snarled. "And his blood will be on your hands just as much as on mine."
You squeezed your eyes shut, to push his words out of your mind, you placed all your focus on the pleasant feeling of his cock buried inside of you and the twitch that went through it as you clenched. Cursing yourself for liking this too much, you clenched again and again, squeezing him tight.
"Pathetic slut," he said, you didn't miss the amusement in his voice. "You don't care as long as you get fucked, do you?"
You moaned in response, despite the weapon still being at your throat, you couldn't deny you were starting to enjoy this more and more. Ren removed the weapon and pushed your upper body back down, all the way until your face was squeezed onto the floor, the cool against your cheek rubbed against it as he resumed slamming into you, shoving your hips forward with his strength and then pulling them back until his pelvis met your ass with full force. Your mind was going numb to anything but the sensation of getting the hardest fuck you've had in a while and the endorphin rush of the orgasm that was about to hit you hard. His cock throbbed and twitched and from behind you the grunts became more frequent.
Your whole body was a temple of lust, you could already feel the euphoria firing up your nerves and your pussy was squeezing his cock tight when Ren's grip on your hips became painful, you wouldn't be surprised to find them bruised the next morning, just like your ass. His hips snapped into you in short, fast thrusts, it sounded like he was hissing through gritted teeth, and you felt the ropes of hot semen being emptied inside your cunt, drop after drop you squeezed out of him, your walls constricting around him and milking his cock until he had no more to give. A few more times did he lazily push into you, you reached between your legs to get yourself over the edge when he pulled out, leaving you empty and spread open, his cum dripping out of you. An invisible force snatched your hand away, keeping your clit throbbing and unsatisfied, just like you.
"Kriff," you groaned. "What are you doing?"
"We're done here."
With shaky arms and legs, you pushed yourself off the floor, Ren had gotten himself decent already and was collecting his gloves. Even though your hand was free again to finally get yourself off if he wouldn't do it the lust had quickly dissipated, pushed aside by the anger bubbling up inside of you. You were awfully aware of your naked lower half, as much as you wanted to give Ren a piece of your mind, your current state, you feared, would take the edge out of it, and before you could even pull your pants up all the way, he was already about to leave.
"Hold up your end of the bargain and next time I might allow you to cum," he said, gently padding the hilt of his lightsaber, and then he was out the door.
You weren't too keen on talking to Pri'un about lowering the price, nor to tell him why you had that stupid idea. In order to waste more time - and seem rude to the customers - you put on your boots slowly and took it upon yourself to pull the desk back into its original position. When there was nothing else to do to restore the office back to its former order, you took a deep breath and went into the conference room where Kylo Ren was already looming over everyone. You asked your boss to talk in private.
"We should agree to the deal," you said once you were out of earshot.
He crossed his arms in front of his chest. "And sell at a loss? Are you out of your mind?"
Yes, you decided, you were but that might damn well save his life so he better accept your proposition. "We cannot afford to lose them as customers. They will simply find another manufacturer who sees them as valuable enough to go through all the legal stuff we went through but we won't be able to find another customer with so many credits to spend."
The logic wasn't so bad, it might very well be true, the Rebellion and the New Republic didn't even spend half the amount combined. Pri'un seemed to come to the same conclusion, his face was still pulled into a frown but he nodded.
"You may be right but we'll still need to come out even at least," he said. "I have an idea."
Before you could talk him out of whatever he was going to suggest, Pri'un was already back inside, your heart sank and you prayed to the stars that this would end better than the Supreme Leader had threatened. Slowly, you sank into the chair next to your boss, staring at the blank mask behind General Pryde.
"We are willing to accept your terms," Pri'un said. "With one exception."
The mask whipped around to face him, you held your breath.
"No shipping up to your main ship, your people will have to take care of it. Naturally, we will still make sure the weapons are securely in their crates and stored on board the transports."
Pryde agreed to the terms without hesitation and when Ren didn't make a move, the breath left your lungs but your nerves wouldn't calm down until all presence of the First Order down in the factory was gone. Pri'un and Pryde shook hands, and when your boss stretched his hand out to Ren with a slight bow, Ren ignored him, instead staring back down at you. It was just a whisp, the softest of touches, but you could clearly feel what you could only assume to be the Force whirl around your clit, hidden from anyone else.
"Until next time," the voice came out of the vocoder, very clearly directed at you, and then the Force was gone just as he disappeared out the door.