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Rey spotted him across the smoky bar, occasionally taking a swig of the bottle of Miller High Life in front of him, puffing smoke after each long drag on the cigarette dangling between his fingers. His dark red flannel was wrapped tight around his large frame, reminding her of a Christmas present, just waiting to be torn open.
She knocked back the rest of her drink, pressing a quick kiss to Rose and Jannah’s cheeks before sidling over to the jukebox. Rey knew her ass looked fantastic in her jeans, popping her hips a little unnecessarily, hoping that Mr. Plaid would notice.
Fishing a coin out of the pocket of her leather jacket, Rey popped it into the jukebox and selected her favourite song – ABBA’s Dancing Queen.
“You old enough to be drinking, sweetheart?” a voice said from behind her, low but clear.
Rey turned around and was face to face with the buffalo plaid she’d been staring at for the better part of the evening. She trailed her gaze up to see whiskey brown eyes hooded under a quizzical brow. Dark hair, pale skin, large nose, moles and facial hair that pieced together to form one of the most striking men Rey had ever seen.
Pursing her lips, Rey crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes at the guy, handsome or not, who the hell did he think he was?
“Course I’m old enough,” she sneered, “What are you, a cop?”
He smirked a little and shrugged his wide shoulders, tilting his head to look at her.
Rey huffed out a breath, “No shit, are you really?”
“Detective Ben Solo,” he continued to smirk at her, holding out an enormous paw in the space between them.
She caught hold of his hand and tried to ignore the way his warm skin enveloped hers, hand swallowing her smaller fingers in his grasp.
“Rey Johnson,” she replied before flicking her eyes over to the pool tables at the back of the bar.
“Wanna play, detective?”
After three rounds (Ben won the first and Rey beat him the second and third, but that might have been because she just couldn’t stop wiggling every time she leaned over the table, ass moving more than was strictly necessary) Ben took a final swig from the bottle that looked comically small in his grasp.
“I guess you win, Miss Johnson,” he said, the look in his eyes dark as she fiddled with the cue.
“What’s my prize, detective?” she asked, trying to look as seductive as possible, glad that Rose and Jannah had left a little while ago, promising that she’d call them tomorrow before their shift at Maz’s diner.
Rey had been working at Plutt’s garage, in the lot opposite the diner, for the past month, and was glad she had met the girls her first few days in Chandrila. When she had gotten the hell out of Jakku, the tiny dump of a town she’d grown up in, the day she turned 18 she hadn’t really had a plan. But luckily the stars had aligned and she had a good job, nice friends, and a warm place to sleep in the tiny apartment above the shop. The furniture was older than she was, but it was a place all her own.
Ben’s dark gaze snapped her out of her musings, stalking around the pool table to stop in front of her. Being so close meant that Rey had to tilt her head back to look at him, and she wondered if he could see down the deep v of her white t-shirt, if he could tell that she’d forgone a bra while getting ready that night.
“You asked me earlier if I wanted to play, didn’t you, little girl?” his voice was even lower than before, and Rey felt like all the air was being squeezed out of her chest.
He continued to stare down at her, and Rey realised he was probably waiting for her to answer his question.
“I, uh, yeah. Yes,” she replied, and if she wasn’t so turned on she’d probably be annoyed by how breathy and desperate she sounded.
“I think,” he leaned closer, whiskers tickling the shell of her ear as he spoke, “The question is, do you want to play?”
Arousal pooled low in her belly as she felt her thighs clench involuntarily, “Yes.”
Ben paid for his beers and her rum and cokes, ushering her outside and helping her into the cab of a truck parked out back.
The drive was silent, but Rey didn’t feel awkward about it. Ben’s hand rested on her thigh, skin warm even through the thick denim.
A while later, they pulled into the driveway of a small house just at the start of the suburbs. Rey was suddenly struck by how different their lives must be. She was living in her own place for the first time, a tiny apartment above a garage and here he was with a whole house.
“You aren’t married, are you?” she asked suddenly, whipping her head to look at him.
He scoffed, turning to look at her while killing the engine, “Of course not, you think I’d pick up girls if I had a wife at home?”
“I guess I don’t really know, do I?” Rey asked, realising that she knew little about the man in front of her, but also keenly aware that she wanted to find out more.
“No, I guess you don’t,” he conceded.
“You still wanna do this?” Ben asked her, looking at her intensely, “If not, say the word and I’ll drive you home, no problem.”
“No, yeah,” she confirmed, nodding a little, feeling the velvet scrunchie holding half her hair up bounce, “I definitely still want to.”
“Okay,” he said, opening the door and stepping out of the truck. Rey did the same, hopping down and following him to the door.
He toed off his boots as soon as he was through the door, so Rey took off her shoes too, padding behind him in her socks as he walked through a tidy living room and into the kitchen at the back of the house.
“You want something to drink?” Ben asked, lighting a cigarette and opening the fridge.
“I’ll take some water, if it’s not too much trouble,” Rey answered, leaning against the counter. She took in her surroundings, completely unsurprised by the lack of decorations or personal touches. This was definitely a bachelor pad.
“Here,” he said, handing her a glass before taking another drag of his cigarette.
Rey swallowed down some of the water and looked at him expectantly.
“So,” he started, looking a little awkward for the first time that evening. He had been all confidence in the bar, but here in his home, he looked a little softer, a little younger.
“So,” she parroted, setting the glass on the counter behind her with a clink.
“I just want to make sure we’re,” he started, “you know, on the same page about tonight.”
Rey was surprised, usually the guys she slept with didn’t talk very much beforehand. Granted, they were mostly quick fumblings behind the bleachers or outside the bars she’d snuck into in Jakku.
“Uh yeah, great,” she answered, nodding.
“Is there anything, you um, you don’t like?” Ben asked, and while his face stayed neutral, Rey could see the tips of his ears poking out from under his dark hair were tinged pink.
Rey considered for a minute before answering, “I like getting spanked, but not too hard,” she said, rubbing the cuff of her leather jacket with her thumb and forefinger, “And I like butt stuff but I don’t feel like it tonight,” she figured if she was going to be honest, she might as well get the whole truth out there.
Ben nodded, still regarding her thoughtfully.
“Anything else I should know?”
“I,” she took a deep breath, “might call you Daddy,” now her cheeks were flaming, “I’m not looking for charity or anything, I just,” deep breaths, she told herself, “I like the idea of being, you know, taken care of.”
She chanced a glance up at him, face stony as the butt of the cigarette dangled between his plush lips. A second later, he pulled it from his mouth, stubbing it out in an ashtray at his elbow.
“I can take care of you, sweetheart,” a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. Rey felt a rush of wetness soaking through her surely stained panties.
“Okay,” Rey smiled then, a little breathless. She could feel her nipples harden in anticipation as he stalked across the linoleum toward her.
Ben’s hands cradled her face and he tilted her head to look at him. He leaned down and kissed her once, lips just as soft as they looked, warm and comforting.
He pulled away slightly and Rey couldn’t bite back the whine that escaped from somewhere deep inside. Ben huffed a chuckle against her mouth before pressing in again, the second kiss much more demanding. His tongue darted into her mouth and Rey gasped, hands flying up to tangle in his hair and tugging.
They stayed like that for a while, him crowding her against the counter, and Rey was dimly aware of him pushing the leather jacket off her shoulders and the way he ran his hands down her sides, sliding up under her t-shirt and stroking at the skin just below her breasts.
Her own hands were now fisted in the soft fabric of his shirt, Ben’s scent surrounding her. He was dark spice, pine and tangy smoke.
Suddenly, his fingers were plucking at her nipples, and the pressure made Rey cry out in surprise. It was both too much and not enough, and she arched her back, thrusting her chest further into his grasp.
“No bra, baby girl?” he chuckled, mouthing at her neck as he continued to pinch and twist.
“Hmm, don’t like ‘em,” Rey breathed, trailing her hands down so that they settled on his belt buckle.
“Dirty little slut, walking around with her pretty tits out,” he muttered, shoving his rapidly hardening erection against her.
“Sorry daddy,” she moaned when he bit down at the juncture between her neck and shoulder, skin smarting but the pain mixing with the pleasure throbbing in her cunt.
“Daddy’s going to have to punish you,” Ben grunted, licking at the bruise he had been sucking into her skin before lifting her into his arms suddenly.
Rey’s legs wrapped around his torso without hesitation, and she continued to mouth at his neck as he walked her down the hall, throwing her onto what she assumed was his bed with little fanfare.
“Strip for daddy,” he commanded, thick fingers already unbuttoning his plaid shirt, revealing a tight wifebeater underneath that made Rey’s mouth water. She scrambled to rid herself of her t-shirt and jeans, shoving them down her legs and laying there in just her wet panties and bargain pack tube socks with the stupid red and blue stripes around the ankle.
“Fuck baby,” Ben huffed, standing there in his tented boxers, eyes skipping over her frame hungrily, “Don’t you look pretty all spread out for me.”
“Ben,” she whined, hands drifting toward her underwear to pull them off.
“Let me,” he said, tone soft but hands firm as they gripped the flimsy cotton, tugging them down past her hips and down her legs. Before throwing them to the floor he brought them to his nose, inhaling deeply, and Rey whimpered at the deep sigh that rumbled through him.
“Wonder if you taste as good as you smell, little slut,” was her only warning before his lips descended on her wet centre, tongue probing and hands shoving her thighs open when she yelped and tried to snap them shut.
“Fuck!” she cried out as he licked through her folds before sucking at her clit, groan reverberating through her body as he gripped her legs more forcefully.
“Tsk,” he said, head snapping up to look at her with those heavy-lidded eyes, “Such a dirty mouth, baby. Is daddy going to have to shove his cock in there to shut you up?”
Imagining her lips wrapped around his cock made Rey whimper with want, he might have meant it as a threat but it had the opposite effect, she was feeling bratty, wanting to push his buttons to see how far he’d take things.
But any attempt at a witty comeback died on her lips as he dipped back down, eating her out with what felt like his whole face – lips and chin and nose surely covered with her arousal. When his thick fingers joined the party, first one and then a second, Rey felt her orgasm barrelling toward her. And then Ben was curling the two thick digits lodged deep in her cunt as he gave a wide lick over her clit, causing her to cry out as she came, babbling as she thrashed above him despite his best efforts to keep her still with the heavy arm draped over her stomach.
“Such a good girl,” he murmured, licking lightly at her as she trembled, “Thanking daddy for making you come, maybe he doesn’t have to punish you tonight after all.”
So that’s what she’d been whimpering as she came, Rey thought hazily, sighing.
And then Ben’s lips were on her, claiming her mouth very much in the same way he had just devoured her cunt. He was working a third finger in, and the stretch made Rey clench down around him, rocking her hips.
“Greedy girl, already came once and is already looking for another orgasm,” he teased, sitting up a bit before sucking a tight nipple into his mouth.
“Please, Daddy,” she moaned, hands scrabbling for any inch of his skin they could reach – his chest, his waist, the tops of his thighs.
“What do you need, little lady?” he asked against her breast, heel of his hand rocking against her swollen clit.
“Fuck me,” she huffed out in frustration.
Ben sat back on his heels, slipping his hand out from between her legs.
“How do little girls ask politely?” he asked with a smirk.
If she wasn’t so turned on she’d be offended by his obvious condescension, but all she could think about was having him inside her and so she let it slide.
“Please fuck me, daddy,” she pouted up at him, biting her lip.
“Okay baby,” he smiled at her for real then, dimples digging deep divots into his cheeks. Rey felt a warmth that wasn’t strictly arousal spread through her chest at the sight.
And then he was leaning over her, big body held suspended by his thick arms as they braced on either side of her head.
“Ready sweetheart?” Ben asked quietly, teasing her entrance with the still covered length of him.
“Yes, please,” Rey nodded frantically, hands curling around his back to pull him down for a kiss.
Ben used one hand to hold himself up while the other shoved his boxers down his hips, freeing his cock so that it dragged through her wet folds.
“Fuck,” he moaned, “You’re so wet and hot, can’t wait to be inside your perfect pussy, baby girl.”
“Daddy,” she whimpered, canting her hips up, feeling lightheaded.
“Shh, daddy’s got you,” he soothed, dropping to his elbow so that his thumb could rub across her cheek as he used his other hand to line himself up.
The first press of Ben’s cock was sublime, he was thick and hard and warm as he slid inside, the stretch of him feeling so good. He was breathing hard above her, mumbling something about her perfect pussy, and Rey preened.
He stilled above her once he was all the way inside her, kissing her as tenderly as he had against his kitchen counter. And then he pulled nearly all the way out before slamming back in, fucking her hard and fast.
Rey cried out softly at each thrust, the force of Ben’s movements pushing them up the bed until she was smushed against the pillows, reaching her hands up to brace herself against his headboard.
“So fucking good, baby. Look at your cute tits bouncing as I fuck you, your perfect little pussy is taking me so well. Daddy’s cock feels so good, doesn’t it?”
“Yes, so good, so so good Daddy,” Rey wailed as he continued to pound into her.
“Want you to come all over my cock,” Ben rasped, rearing up and grabbing her roughly, shifting her so that her thighs were spread wide around his hips as her ass rested against the tops of his thighs.
The shift meant that he was able to fuck her even deeper, and the drag of his cock and the frantic circles he was rubbing over her clit pushed her over the edge, and Rey came again with a strangled shout of his name.
“Yes, let everyone fucking know who’s claiming this cunt,” he growled, hunching over to kiss her with teeth and tongue before pulling out of her and flipping her over onto her belly.
Rey hardly had time to mourn the loss of him between her thighs before he was tapping her hip lightly, murmuring, “Ass up, sweetheart.”
And then he was pushing back in, stilling as he panted above her, her walls still clenching from her climax.
“Gonna fuck you every day,” he bit out harshly, and then a loud smack echoed through the room, and Rey registered a sharp sting against her backside. So, he had decided to spank her after all.
“Ah, daddy, fuck!” she squealed as he started pumping into her again, another slap landing on her other cheek a second later.
“That’s it, Rey baby, gonna make daddy come with your tight cunt and pretty ass just spread wide for him,” Ben grunted as Rey sobbed into the pillow beneath her.
“Can you come again?” he grit out, curling his sweat-slicked chest over her back and nipping at her ear.
“Dunno,” she mumbled, jolting when she felt his thick fingers nudging against her sensitive clit.
“Try for daddy, that’s a girl,” he whispered, fucking her deep as he worked at her swollen flesh.
Rey’s orgasm rolled through her then, molten and consuming as she felt his hips stutter against her before he pulled out, warm, sticky spend landing on her ass and back.
She laid there, unable to move, as she heard Ben panting above her. Rey was dimly aware when he left the bed, footsteps retreating. She continued to lay there, the delicious ache of being thoroughly fucked settling between her legs.
Ben came back a minute later, his weight making the bed dip when something warm and wet passed over her skin.
“Just gonna clean you up a little, okay?” he murmured, running what Rey assumed was a washcloth over his cooling cum.
“Thanks daddy,” she hummed quietly, unsure if he’d even heard her.
He pressed a kiss into one of the divots above her ass before leaving the bed again. Rey knew she should probably get up to use the bathroom, but she had suddenly forgotten how to move her limbs. Oh well.
“Are you alright?” his question was quiet, voice a little unsure.
Rey rallied the strength to turn her head toward the sound of his voice, blinking up at him from behind a curtain of hair that had fallen out of her scrunchie.
“I feel fucking fantastic,” she said truthfully, grinning at him in his boxers. She noticed then that he was holding a glass of water.
“Here, drink this,” he said, helping her sit up and pressing the water into her hands. Rey took a few sips before smiling at him over the rim.
“Thank you for taking care of me, daddy.”
Ben smiled at her, the sight of his dimples making her heart clench a little.
“Of course, sweetheart.”