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Rey learned two important lessons that fated evening.  It wasn’t that she shouldn’t care about turning off lights to conserve energy... though that is what led her to learning the others.

Rey often stayed late after school.  Like late-late.  Dark-late.  She’d hang out in the library like it was her own private mansion.  She loved it.    

Her extended hours had become a reality because of her history teacher who had an office in the library.  He snuck her a key to the building’s front door that allowed her to lock up behind herself.  He did that after a couple of conversations in which he had looked at her with a little too much sympathy—which she hated—but it did get her that key with a Shh! Don’t tell. 

She didn’t tell a soul about her staying late each day and no one else knew.  It wasn’t like anyone ever asked where she was so she didn’t have to lie about it either.   

Being at the library was so much better than being at the most recent run-down dump that had been signed off as an acceptable foster placement.  It was because the house was in this school district that the social worker had been so excited about it.  True, it was a top-notch high-caliber school.  It was Rey's senior year and it was setting her up nicely for a college scholarship despite all the school changes over the years.  

In exchange, Rey had to live with Plutt—someone who apparently passed the muster to be entrusted with the care of a teenage female.  Thankfully, he was just an opportunistic slime ball and not a sexual creep.  Regardless, Rey still preferred to be at the library.  Its heat never went out.  It had wi-fi.  It didn’t stink. 

Sometimes other kids discarded their lunches for the day before they headed home.  Some pre-packaged stuff that could be saved for later, and some pretty impressively healthy foods like cut up veggies and fresh fruit. 

Sometimes the fruit was even cut up into cute shapes.  Rey had been dumbfounded the first time she saw that.  Whose parents did that for their kids in high school?  Then the ungrateful recipients just threw it out.  Not that Rey was complaining.  Fresh fruit was a luxury rarely found at the dinner table or fridge in foster homes. 

Honestly, Rey liked to pretend the library was her true home.  She had gourmet meals and the books were better friends than most of the catty girls in her classes.  Other than Rose who would be her bestie for life.  Too bad she was back at the last school she had gone too.     

To pass the time away in the evening, Rey would read book after book in the library.  She was into mechanical engineering right now.  She had read so many, she was convinced if she ever had to fix something, she’d be an expert. 

The only rule the history teacher had was not to turn on the main overhead lights or office lights.  There were still some low illuminating lights around the perimeter and down some of the main book paths so even when it got dark, it was all good.  Besides, she never felt scared—she was the queen in her mansion.

That evening; however, she became a prisoner. 

That particular night, she was about to lock up when she noticed one of the library office lights on.  Her history teacher’s office actually.  She didn’t want to get in trouble.  Or get him in trouble.  Lose her shhh! Don’t tell privileges. 

Not to mention there was the whole energy conversation thing.  It seemed wrong to have a light on all night.  Growing up, lights being on, necessary or not, were a common contention point by foster caretakers.      

It was odd that the lights were on—she was usually so careful—but she figured her teacher must’ve forgotten to turn it off and she hadn’t noticed earlier.  Rey was listening to one of her favorite songs in her headphones and she danced her way over to the office to flip the switch when she froze. 

There in the office, she was faced with the starting line-up of the school’s hockey team.  Rey didn’t get to know many of the kids whichever school she was at, at the time but wherever she went in the state, hockey was always a big deal and this place was no exception. 

Here, everyone knew and loved the star player and co-captain, Ben Solo. 

She found him to be a rich pretentious playboy.  She unfortunately had to interact with him regularly since they were in all the same AP and honors classes which he made clear he did not appreciate either.    

She only knew one of the other player’s names, Hux, and he was insufferable as Ben.  All of them were holding papers from the teacher’s desk and snapping pictures. 

Now Rey was a smart girl.  On her way to being valedictorian in fact.  While she didn’t get caught up in the gossip of the school, she knew enough that the main players, other than Ben, who was on his way to being salutatorian, were about to get kicked off the team because of their grades.  It was a big deal because they just made it to state. 

The school’s team was undefeated.  They crushed any resistance.  But rumor had it that they weren’t even going to have the opportunity to battle it out unless the players passed the mid-terms this coming week.

So yeah, Rey knew what was going on.  They were standing in the history teacher’s office after all.  The papers they were holding had to be the upcoming history exam and they were getting the questions and answers. 

Rey took two steps back, not staying a word.  No one else said anything either.  She took another two steps.

Ben’s low voice seemed to vibrate around the entire library. “Get her.” 

Rey threw her bag toward them and took off running. 

“Do not let her leave….”

She heard one player trip over her stuff which left Ben, Hux and three other guys.  She figured if she could make it to the front doors to the well lit, camera-monitored parking lot, she’d be okay. 

She could see the other co-captain, Hux, out of the corner of her eye going around the perimeter in attempts to cut her off at the doors rather than following straight behind her.

This was her house though and she knew a couple of things.  She headed toward the tables and was able to jump on top of them.  She had jumped on them before—hey, even mansions can get boring sometimes—and knew if you weren’t balanced in the middle, they’d tip as they weren’t the highest quality. 

Sure enough, one guy must’ve followed suit rather than try to zig zag through the maze of tables and chairs.  As hoped, he must’ve got on them unevenly and she heard the sound of a table flipping and a lot of cursing.  From two voices. 

Her heart leaped with the realization that the table overturning had to have slowed down a second person too.  That left Ben, Hux, and one other guy.    

She saw Hux still running low on the outside wall, trying to be inconspicuous; he had farther to go since he wasn’t cutting across.  She just had to be faster. 

One guy was still behind her and she wasn’t sure about Ben’s whereabouts.  He seemed like the type of prick not to lift a finger and just will her to come to him or some shit.  He was used to things going his way just 'cause he said so, that’s for sure.   

Rey was coming up to the entrance and saw her opportunity to cut off some of the time by sliding under the book display at the entrance.  She had worn a skirt that day and she would have a skin burn tomorrow but she went for it.  She dropped and managed to slip under and not have to go around the long bookcase that extended all way to the right and left.  She heard the guy behind her try to replicate her move with a heavy thump but then silence.  No slip and slide for him.

The door was so close.  Hux was fast but still a good three table lengths away with the time she had been able to shave off.   She was going to make it—she knew it!  Her heart was beating out of her chest with relief and she grabbed the handle and pulled it—

A hand reached over her head and slammed the door closed again.  There was only one person with that type of height and it was Ben.  She swung back her elbow, connecting it with his ribs.  She tried to open the door again. 

His other arm reached around and encircled her.  He cupped her breast, pinching whatever he could, managing to get most of her nipple.  It was unexpected and she lurched back from his touch. “Hey!”

The hand that had been holding the door closed dropped down and he encased her in a bear hug, squeezing her so tight, she gasped for air.    

“Scrappy little thing, aren’t you?”  Ben pulled in her close and she realized he had a semi from the chase.  He chuckled when she squirmed away reactively, trying not to feel him against her ass. 

He nipped at her ear and pressed his cheek against her, forcing her to look outside with him.  He flexed his arms, crunching her ribs painfully.   “So close, weren’t you?”  His fingers idly strummed the nipple that he had just pinched.  She tried break free again, but with each move, the hold tightened, making it harder to breathe and of course Ben didn’t seem to mind her wiggling up against his dick. 

“Holy shit!” Hux made it to the door.  He wasn’t out of breath but then again, all of them were in top physical shape.  “What happened to the rest?  And what the hell is she doing here anyway?”

Two of the players came up and Ben shoved her toward them.  Ben shrugged. “Don’t know, don’t care.”

Before Rey could get her footing, the others grabbed and secured her.  One wrapped his hand over her mouth. “Bite me and I bite back pretty thing.”    

“I fucking care,” one of the guys whined.  “I could lose my college scholarship over this.” 

Ben motioned his head back over toward the tables. “Take her to the bags.”  Rey knew where he wanted them to take her.  It was an area with these oversized bean bags that literally no one ever sat in.  It was a high school not elementary after all.  Of course, Rey had enjoyed plenty of naps in them... but still.  They were more comfortable that her stupid bed at the foster home.

One of the larger guys threw her over his shoulder and carried her over. 

“Starfish her,” Ben instructed.  Rey had been conserving her energy, trying to figure out their strategy so she could counter strike.  Her against six guys wasn’t an even fight, even more so since she was at a loss of what to do against his ‘starfish’ command. 

So she tried to take off again, wiggling off the back of the player.  About eight hands went to grab her.  “Fuck off!” she yelled.  Her voice seemed to startle some of them and she swung at the one nearest her, connecting with his jaw.  The guy didn’t flinch—guess being swung at was on par for a hockey player.  

Ben leaned back on hips and crossed his arms, looking on with amusement.  Hux moved over to stand beside him, equally entertained.  Neither looked worried. 

Unfortunately for Rey, they had no reason to be: the element of surprise was gone and the other four players moved together seamlessly and with purpose.  When they stopped, they had her on her back, over a soft bean bag, spread eagle with her arms up and out as well. 

“We need to fuck her,” the player she had decked suggested. “Teach what happens when you fuck with us.  That’ll keep her quiet.”

“Not gonna fuck her.” Ben sounded annoyed.    

Rey tried not to let her sigh of relief be obvious.  Ben shook his head like the guy was a stupid child. “You fuck them, then comes a kit, a report.  It’s no longer a he said, she said.”

Hux smirked. “Or she said, they said.”

“Pay attention boys,” Ben lectured. “There are other ways to teach lessons.” 

Rey immediately tensed up.  Growing up in the foster system, being taught a lesson was never a good thing.    

“She’s a good student." Ben moved in between her legs. "Aren’t you, Rey?”

“She’s the valedictorian,” one player offered up.  “Not yet, she isn’t,” Ben snarled and then composed himself quickly.  Addressing Rey, Ben continued, “Let’s see if you can pick up on today’s lessons…” 

Rey looked to reassure an obviously unhinged Ben. “Look, I won’t say—Aaaaah!”

It didn’t hurt but it was shocking as shit.  Ben had just spanked her… her pussy.  Over her skirt, underwear, but there was no denying what he did.

Hux’s hand curled up into a loose fist and he raised it to his mouth.  It poorly concealed his laughter at what he just witnessed. “Holy shit!”

Rey tested the hold on her again, jerking her hands and feet.  Not surprisingly, it was tight as ever.  She glared at Ben. “I swear, if you touch me again—fuuuck!”

Ben smacked her pussy again.  This time it was a little harder, and built on what lingered from before.

“I thought you were smarter than this honestly.”  Ben frowned and cocked his head. “Maybe it’s just book smarts? I mean, don’t you even want to know what the lessons are?”

Trying to pretend she was not breathing harder, she gritted her teeth and spit out, “Fine, what—goddamn it Ben! What!”

In response to her words and with lightning speed, his hand had landed again, hitting her clit and her now enflamed pussy lips.  Her cunt throbbed and she couldn’t help crying out from the radiating heat and pain. 

She was going to kick his ass when he didn’t have all his stupid-ass cronies around him.  Being spread out in front of Ben with Hux and the others laughing off to the side was humiliating as it came. 

Ben held up his hand, ready to strike again.  He raised his eyebrows, with a disarming smile on his face.  Waiting. 

Rey seethed as she felt her cunt pulsing.   All her muscles were aching.  From the run.  From being spread out so uncomfortably.  Ben wiggled his fingers, a little dainty wave, daring her to saying something else.

She pierced her lips together, wishing she could close her legs for some relief. 

“I think she’s learned the first lesson,” Ben smirked when she kept quiet. “Don’t speak unless spoken to.”

Rey willed no tears to fall.  She couldn’t help gasping though when she saw and then felt Ben’s fingers play around with the hemline of her skirt.  He lifted it up.  The skirt was used, of course, and loose threads stuck up, making it look cheap and old. 

“Cute,” he murmured.  Then he started inching it up to her waist.  She re-engaged yanking on her legs and arms, trying to get free.  Pulling her foot out of her shoe, she was able to get a good kick in on one of the player's thigh before he secured her leg again. 

The guy went to smack her in retaliation but before he did, Ben looked at Hux and nodded.  Hux moved swiftly, shifting over, punching the guy in the gut, and took over securing her leg. 

As that happened, Ben pulled her skirt up all the way in the front so her lace panties were exposed. His eyes were darker than normal, pupils dilated, as he drank her in.  He addressed his teammate on the floor, “If she got you, you deserved it. Do you need to revisit your lessons?””

Ben's finger dropped and he traced over the outer seams of her panties.

“No sir,” the guy’s response was quiet and Ben grunted an acknowledgement.  Ben poked through the cheap lace and he yanked hard, easily causing them to rip. Rey screamed this time, wishing someone would hear her but knowing no one would.  There was never anyone here this late at night.  It’s why she loved it. 

He didn’t rip them completely off, but enough that he could push them out of the way and her sex was exposed.  When the cool air washed over her cunt, she hissed and closed her eyes in embarrassment in being seen like this.    

Ben tapped, not too gently on the inside of her thighs. “Eyes on me, sweetheart.”  She forced herself to open them. 

“Why’s it so red,” the guy up by her left shoulder and arm, asked in awe.  Hux snickered and responded to his teammate’s question, “That’s what happens when you take FCS instead of anatomy, you damn himbo.”

“Shut the fuck up man; I got laid and got cookies,” the player retorted.  Ben looked up and laughed lightly, showing respect for the guy's game. 

“Her pussy is red…” Ben drawled, looking back down.  Rey squealed when he pinched her clit in between his knuckles, slowly increasing the pressure. “Because she’s aroused…. she likes this,” he goaded her. 

Oh, that fucker.  Rey shot daggers at Ben.  Her inner thighs trembled but she kept her mouth shut, knowing there was no debate to be had in which she’d win.  He laughed, and shrugged nonchalantly at his feeble attempt to get a rise out of her, knowing full well that the repeated hits to her pussy had brought the red flush to the surface.

“Now, tell me, kitten—and you can be honest.” Ben lightly traced circles around her pulsing clit.  Each time he'd accidentally brushed up against her hardened nub, her breath would hitch.  “What is it that you saw just now?”

“You were in—No… no!”  The tears came this time as he spanked her pussy twice.  It hurt more like this, bare skin to bare skin.  But, it also felt better too which was almost worse.  She tried to curl inward but the others held on to her too tightly. 

She could feel the heat blossoming out from her pussy lips.   She wanted to curl up.  Press her hand against it.  A cold compress would be nice.  Her entire cunt felt swollen.

Reactive.

Needy. 

Ben’s fingers went back to pinching her clit and she could feel her heart beat in it.  Her upper legs were shaking nonstop now, contracting under the strain and in reaction to what Ben was doing.  Especially as he started alternating between flicking and pinching her pussy lips.

“You said to be honest,” she sobbed and was rewarded with another smack.  Her back arched, scared how close she was to almost cumming.  She just wanted to cup her pussy.  Soothe it just a little.  It was so sore.

She needed release.  It’d feel so good.  All that built up tension. The pain would translate into pleasure and course through her body…  She swallowed back all the words she wanted to scream, hating that he was getting the best of her. 

Not even thought to be possible, she tensed up even more as his finger swirled around her opening, scooping up what was dripping.  She was horrified that she had gotten so wet.  She knew, of course, but now everyone else knew too. 

She was equally horrified how good it felt, as his finger lightly moved in and around her folds. 

“Open-ended questions are always tricky,” Ben cooed sympathetically.

The player she kicked took back over and Hux was back by Ben.  “Tell me, Hux, how many times has Rey let you cheat off her paper?”

Hux scoffed, “Never.”

Ben’s finger continued to tease her sopping pussy.  Rey could feel the heat radiating off it.  She wondered if they could tell it was quivering.

Ben had to know.

“Hmmm, do you think she deserves to know how you’d answer this question?” 

“Sure.” Hux grinned.  “Maybe next time, she’ll let me look when she takes a test.  Like next week, during the science exam.”

“Oh that’s right, that science exam...” Ben latched onto the idea. “You wouldn't need anything major of course; just a good double check, to ensure a passing grade.”

Ben’s finger lazily moved up Rey’s slit and back down, then slowly back up again.  When he reached her clit again, protruding from the hood, he flicked it, causing her to groan.  Her muscles were so wound up.  Contracted.  She felt drops of sweat trickle down.  Her mouth was agape, panting openingly now.

“What do you say, Rey?  Think that’d be fair?  If he helps you with the answer this time, would you help him next time?”

“Yes, just tell me what the fuck to say, asshole.” Rey didn’t hesitate to agree, but not without some bite.  She just wanted this shit over.  She wanted leave this fucking place.  This stupid starfish position.  She wanted her pussy to stop aching.   

“Okay, Hux, what’s the answer?” 

“What she saw, and I’m being honest here, is…” Hux made a drum roll noise and Ben smiled, enjoying his view of Rey’s exposed cunt and his slow ministrations during the sound effects. “… nothing. She saw nothing.” 

“Nothing…  That is the correct answer.” Ben’s eyes flashed up.  “Now it’s your turn, sweetheart.  What did you see?”

“Not—”

Ben flicked her clit just as she tried to answer.  It felt so large and enflamed and she gulped down air as her stomach quivered.  There was no way she wasn’t cumming in front of the whole goddamn team.   

She tried again, “Noth—”

This time he spread her pussy lips open and dropped down, blowing air across her cunt, making goosebumps pop up all over. 

“Nothing; I saw nothing,” Rey screamed, tripping over her words to get it out.

“Good girl,” Ben whispered. "My sweet good girl.”   

Louder, he told her, “Here’s the the final lesson.”

Rey moaned, her head moving back and forth; it was really the only thing she could move.  She was close.  So close.  Please.  

“Good girls get rewards.”

Rey’s back arched up and she had to be screaming because she was cumming harder than she had ever in her life.  Ben’s mouth was on her cunt, the soft inside of his lips were pressed against her swollen, hurting clit and it felt so good. So good.    

“Holy shit…”

Somebody was saying something but Rey was thrusting up, clenching her ass, as her clit convulsed, no doubt Ben’s mouth being flooded with her juices.  Soaking his tongue as it prodded and explored her just as his fingers had. 

Every muscle was taunt, pulled tight.  Ben was unrelentless, sucking, kissing her cunt as she came over again and again.  She wondered if it would ever end.  Wondered if she wanted it to.  

She became aware she was screaming Ben's name.  She couldn't stop.  

As Rey came back into her body, she tingled all over, and her clit still twitched lightly.  She could tell that her limbs had finally been released.  She curled up into a ball, sweaty and tired. 

“Hux, get the last few pics of the exam.  Boys, get the tables set back up right,” Ben barked out some orders and Rey heard them jogging off.

Rey felt something being laid over her.  Her eyelids were so heavy but she managed to sneak a peek.  When she saw that it was Ben’s hockey team hoodie, she pushed it off to the side in disgust. 

Ben laughed affectionately. “Oh, don’t be like that.  You did so good, sweetie.  So proud of you.”

Rey kept her mouth shut, not willing to risk Ben wanting to revisit lesson one. 

He looked over toward the office. “You might want to organize that office after we leave or think of a really good answer as to why it looks different.  Hate for him to think you were going through his stuff. I am assuming he is the one to have given you the key.”

Rey didn’t respond.

“All done!” Hux’s voice rang across the library 

“Okay, looks like we’re gonna go ahead and take off.”  Ben bent down, making Rey smell herself on him.  He whispered into her ear. “And Rey baby, you chanting my name sounded way too good on your lips.  Gonna want some more of that, you can count on it.” 

He stood up; ran his fingers through his hair, then smoothed out his shirt. “I’m sure I can come up with some more lessons to teach you.” 

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After that evening in the library, Rey expected the hockey team to be constantly breathing down her neck.  Taunting her.  Threatening her.  Childish leering.  They had seen her exposed and then cum from her tormentor’s mouth.  They had a lot to work with. 

There was nothing. 

It was like she didn’t exist. 

She knew it happened because, despite her best efforts, feeling Ben between her legs and his mouth latched on her cunt wasn’t really something one really forgets. 

Hux still sat by her the next week during the science test expecting to double check his answers.  It was the only time she could honestly say she purposely had not done well on an exam.

She felt all nice and warm when she saw Hux erase a couple of things and redo them after looking after her paper.  Hope you flunk asshole.  It was a sad representation of empowerment but she didn’t care. 

When she got back her test, she still passed with a C.  Even when she was trying to do poorly, her subconscious wouldn’t let her sabotage herself completely.  Hux must’ve done well enough overall too because he, and the entire team, got to go to state.

That was the other part that was unsettling.  Rey thought maybe they were acting that way because the hockey state championship game was looming over everyone.  But the ‘Rey doesn’t exist’ continued on even after they had won it all. 

Like the incident in the hallway.

She was coming around the corner and ran into one of the players.  The one she had decked.  The one that had commented on the color of her pussy after Ben had spanked it. 

The guy was big and when they collided, nothing much happened to him but she bounced back, falling on the floor with books spilling everywhere.

He had reached down and helped pick up her books, “Sorry there, miss. Watch where you’re going now.”  He handed them to her without even giving her a second glance and kept moving. 

A couple of girls swarmed around Rey which was almost equally alarming, squealing: “Omigod, he talked to you.” and “Oooo, I wish he’d body slam me.” 

Rey didn’t know what game they were playing at it but she wasn’t about to ask either.  Unsettling?  Yes.  But she also took it as a blessing that they weren’t messing with her regularly.

Because she had expected they’d continue to threaten her.  She knew what she saw was enough to destroy their futures.  Provided she was believed, of course.  It'd cause a scandal at a minimum. 

After winning state, all six of them, Ben included, had been recruited to play for a top-ten division 1 college in Maine.  She didn’t remember which one and she didn’t care.  It wasn’t in New York where she was heading and she had no intentions of trying to ruin it for them.  Let school be over and she’d get the hell out of there. 

Rey didn’t go to the library in the evenings anymore.  She couldn’t say she was being watched.  It didn’t feel like anybody was even giving her a second glance.  Still, she felt uneasy and couldn’t risk being there alone.  That hurt more than the other stuff. 

Growing up, she heard all the horror stories about other foster kids.  She figured it’d happen to her at some point.  It never did. Instead, some hockey players ogled her.  The rich handsome homecoming king spanked her pussy and ate her out. 

Whatever.  Fuck them. 

Fuck.

Them. 

It was the loss of the best home she ever had that made her the most upset.  The library had been her sanctuary.  Her mansion.  She missed it. 

School was almost over anyway, she told herself.  She had been accepted to three top-tier colleges.  Housing was the issue.  It always was. 

It was a week or so before the commencement and she was in her history teacher’s office within the library, complaining about scholarships and the essays she had been writing.  “It’s like poverty porn for the rich.  Getting a reward for how shitty of life I’ve had,” Rey slumped in the chair. 

“What’s this about rewards?” Rey felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. Good girls get rewards.  

Ben.

They hadn’t had to partner up, or interact much lately, but that voice would be forever ingrained in her brain.

“Hey, it’s the valedictorian,” her history teacher called out.    

Rey turned to face him.  Ben took up the whole door frame.  One would think with his size, he would be clumsy yet she knew he possessed the lightness and gracefulness of a skater.  The agility and brutalness of a hockey player.

And speed. He did keep up with her that night after all.

“Didn’t know if I was going to pull it off, to be honest,” Ben drawled.

“Rey came in and really shook things up, didn't she?  All us teachers were watching two.” the teacher laughed. “One day it was Ben on top.  Then Rey.  Unfortunately, one bad day can get you.”

A sympathetic look was thrown Rey’s way as the teacher commented casually to Ben, “I’m sure she told you about that science test.”

Ben walked in all the way and plopped down in the chair beside her.  He flashed a million-dollar smile. “What’s that?” 

Rey didn’t look over. “It’s nothing.” 

“Rey, don’t be embarrassed,” the teacher lectured.  “I think everyone was distracted around state.”  He laughed. “Even your teacher felt bad.  It’s not a good sign when the best student does poorly.”

Off to the side, Rey could see Ben bristle at the word best being thrown her way. 

He covered it with another smile, humming, “I think I know what test you’re talking about.  Hux did poorly on that one too.” 

Ben extended out his legs and in doing so, he wrapped one around Rey’s, pinning it down. “He almost didn’t get to go to the state championship because of that test.”

“No, Ben.” the teacher shook his head.  Rey knew he couldn’t see what Ben was doing with the desk between them.  “No one test does that.  That’s an accumulation of effort and time throughout the entire semester.”

Rey cleared her throat, “It all worked out anyway.  Everyone got to go.” 

"True, true," Moving on from the conversation, the teacher murmured, “Let’s see, you needed that sign-off form, didn’t you.” 

Rey turned and locked eyes with Ben who was blatantly staring at her.  She hissed under her breath, “You won.”

Louder, she added, “Besides, everyone wants to hear your speech.”

Distracted, the teacher mumbled, “Yes, sure it’ll be a good one.”  He gave a small cheer, signed a form, and handed it over to Ben. 

Ben thanked him and then gave a nod to Rey before leaving.   “You should come to my house after the commencement.  Big party.”  He shot a grin toward the listening history teacher. “I mean, no party…"  Ben laughed. "We could… talk about that test.”

“Nice save!” The teacher laughed along with Ben.  “No parties; thank you.  And yes, go and talk about the test because that is what is important.” 

x-x-x-x

Rey knew that something changed that day in the library.  Again.  Unlike before, she felt Ben’s eyes on her.  Watching her. 

She pretended not to notice and made a point to always be around a teacher.  A return visit to her history teacher made her think that her luck was changing.

“Look what I came across!” he waved a printed document in his hand. “It’s a scholarship.  It’s like it was tailor-made for you.”  He read the initial provisions out loud and she had to agree; it sounded pretty great. 

“It’s brand new.  First time it’s being offered—that’s why I didn't catch it before,” he explained.   

“Kylo Foundation,” Rey skimmed through the fine print and then squeaked.  “The deadline is in two days?”  She sat down, excited but wary.  There’s a reason the saying exists: If it sounds too good to be true, it usually is.

“Let me google them.”  She was relieved to see that the issuing foundation was established over a decade ago.  So even though the scholarship was new, the organization itself wasn’t.  It was considered a three-star charity on Charity Navigator; the area of transparency and finances was what brought its rating down.  The president was somebody named Snoke.  

As her teacher boxed up his things for summer break, she filled out the simple application and signed the bottom.  He offered to take it to post office to ensure she meet the deadline, commenting,  “Oh, I guess I need to get the library key back too.” 

Rey nodded. “I really appreciated having access here.”  She never did tell him that she hadn’t come in ages.  “I can bring it by later.” 

“Let’s see.  Graduation is tomorrow.  I’m sure you guys will be busy all night at that not-party at the Solo residence.  Shhhh!” He laughed, “Don’t tell me.  Don’t tell me.” 

She offered up a fake smile but there was no way in hell she was going there.  They made arrangements to meet up the following Monday. 

The commencement itself was way too long.  Ben seemed to like to hear his own voice. 

That evening, when it was still light out but the school grounds were empty, Rey ventured back into the library. 

Oh, how she was going to miss it.  The smell.  The books. 

Everyone was either with family or already at the Solo place.  Apparently, they were catering enough food so the whole class could come over and eat. 

She walked around the tables, letting her fingers drag across the backs of the chairs.  She refused for that one day to mar the best home she ever had.  And the library was more of a home than anywhere else she ever lived. 

“Did you like my speech?”

Rey closed her eyes. 

Ben.

Why in the fuck was Ben at the library instead of at his house.  Instead of being with his family.

Not at his own party.  Why?

She turned and saw that he was about five or six feet away.  Ben was loosening the tie around his neck and undoing the buttons at his wrists.    

Her backpack with her phone was near her feet.  She inched that way.  “The ‘take whatever you want’ part?”  The point was something about drive and empowerment but Rey had tuned him out. 

“Yes, but also the part about not being alone.”  Ben rolled up one sleeve and then the other.  He also took some steps toward her backpack.  His were larger and covered more area though.

“I don’t mind being alone.”  Rey shrugged.  “Prefer it actually, so you can go ahead and celebrate.  I’ll stay here.”

“Aah, but should I not take my own advice?”  Ben gave a hefty kick to her backpack, knocking it under a nearby table.  Getting her phone was no longer an option.  But… Ben didn’t have all his lackeys this time.  Running might work but she needed to slow him down somehow first. 

“And you, Rey, you are what I want.”

Rey glanced around quickly, taking inventory of a stack of books on a table in the direction of the front entrance. A couple of them looked heavy and thick.  She could hurl those at Ben if she could get close enough.     

“I don’t want you.” Rey stood tall, slipping around a different table to put something in between the two. 

“Inconsequential.” Ben responded.  Without missing a beat, he continued, “Rey, sweetie, don’t try to leave until we talk about that science test.” 

Rey started to walk to the door—and that pile of books—but did so sideways, needing to keep an eye on Ben. “Talk then.”

She cursed inside when Ben rushed at her.  She also took off but only made it about another table or two before he grabbed her arm, pulling it sharply up and behind her back.  He stood behind her and grabbed her jaw. “I guess it’s less talking and a little more spanking.”

She jerked her head out of his hand and tried to pull out of his hold but his grip tightened.  She worked to sound bored, “Spanking? How original.” 

Ben’s now free hand dropped down and lightly rubbed over her ass. “I’m afraid you’ll find this one a little less pleasurable.” 

Rey pulled hard again, trying to get free but failing.  “Pleasurable? Nothing you did before was pleasurable.”  She was still one table away from that pile of books. 

Ben pushed Rey up against the table they ended up at and his hand dropped down to cup her pussy.  He rubbed a finger up and down the front of her pants. “You came in my mouth, kitten. Came all over my face.” 

He placed a soft kiss on her jawline, “You have to admit—it had to have felt a little nice.  My mouth on your cunt.”

She tried to yank away again but his fingers dug into her muscles.  He turned her and used his weight to pin her to the table to the point that the sharp edges cut into her, making her bite her lip in pain.  “I’m not opposed to doing that again but what kind of teacher would I be if I let your other behavior slide. There's got to a punishment.” 

Rey shook against his restraining hold but it was sadly too easy for Ben to manhandle her so she was bending over the table.   

“Ben,” Rey’s voice was muffled as he pressed down on her back, forcing her upper body and face into the table.  “I don’t want to be punished.”   

“I know,” he coed.  He jammed a leg in between her legs, forcing them to open slightly.  Then he pulled his leg back, replacing it with his hand.  He slid it all the way between her legs so he could reach her pussy again, but his time from behind.  “Nobody ever does.”  He started light taps across her pussy, starting low and working his way up. 

“How many do you think you deserve?” 

She refused to answer, gritting her teeth as his fingers danced lightly, tapping over her pussy lips.  Ben hovered over her, and his musk filled her nose.  When his fingers reached her clit, she involuntarily shuddered.  Her thighs clenched around Ben’s arm wedged between her legs.     

“I’ll go easy your first time if you ask for forgiveness,” Ben purred.  He lightly stroked that area again, making Rey squirm below him. “Beg, actually.  If not, you’ll get the full force of my hand.” 

Over her clothes, his fingers lightly stroked Rey’s clit, back and forth intermixed with small taps. “Tell me, kitten—do you want to beg?” 

“Fuck you.” Rey’s body trembled.  In anticipation.  Fear.  Anger.  Need. 

Out of her peripherals, she saw that the way he was standing, perhaps she could swipe his leg once he was distracted.  Maybe if he started getting off spanking her. 

Once he was off-balance, she could take off for the front door again. She decided to forgo the pile of books.  The man was so fucking tall and strong, he’d probably brush them off like they were gnats. 

Ben chuckled at her response and Rey reconsidered the books again just because she really would like to throw something at him but she stuck with her new plan.  She had to get to out to the parking lot.  There were cameras out there.  

If she couldn’t stop him, she sure as hell could bust him.  Whatever Ben did to her out there, it’d all be caught on camera and his ass would be grass. 

“As nice as you begging would sound...” Ben withdrew his hand from in between her legs. He teasingly rubbed his hand over her ass, giving it a couple of small condescending pats.  “I was kinda hoping you wouldn’t.”

“I don’t understand why I being punished for the test anyway.” Rey turned her body slightly, trying to catch Ben’s eye and to get a better angle.

Ben looked amused. “How do you arrive at that?”

“All that was required was to let Hux look at my paper,” Rey said, turning just a little bit more. “I did that.”

“That’s clever!” Ben’s head rolled back and laughter spilled out.

It was the opening Rey needed.

She kicked the inside of the leg closest to her, making Ben’s knee buckle.  The laughter cut off and his grip loosened as he worked to regain balance.  She yanked sharply, breaking free and then ducked under the table as he steadied himself. 

His hand reached under to grab at her but she shoved a chair behind her, at least enough so it blocked a direct path to her.  She crawled out the other side of the table.

“Clever girl,” Ben growled.  Rey didn’t have to look at him to know he was on the move to get her. 

She ran.  As fast as her legs could take her.  The book display from before was gone, so there was nothing in her way.  He was fast but he was still big. 

She made it the door.  Rey braced herself when she pulled it open, half-expecting for him to slam it shut again.  But nothing happened. 

Outside, it was starting to get dark but it was still light enough that cameras would be able to see everything.  Too bad it was so damn dead on campus. 

There was only one or two cars in the parking and Rey took off for them.  At a minimum, they could do the ‘he goes left, she goes to the left, ring around the rosy’ dance.  Move in tandem, until he tired or someone came along. 

She could hear Ben’s footsteps getting louder as he closed the space between them. She was almost to the nearest car though. 

It was a nice fucking car.  An import with some name she didn’t even recognize.  Gawd, Rey couldn’t wait to get away from all these rich fucks. 

She ran on one side of the car and within seconds, Ben arrived on the other side of it.  She paused.  She was breathing hard, and she gulped down air, trying to catch her breath. 

She expected them to run in circles around the car.  For at least a little while. 

Instead, the mammoth of a man jumped right on top of it.  Due to his weight, the roof of the car dented in slightly.

“Smile pretty, Ben,” she taunted, stepping back.  She glanced around; the parking lot was huge and there was nowhere safe to run for cover.  “Cameras are catching your every move.”

Ben looked around as if trying to see where the cameras were.  They all knew they were there.  The school had a whole security department.  Inside cameras were not allowed because many of the students were minors.  Outside was public domain and fair game or some shit. 

“The perfect Ben made a mistake.”  Rey crouched into a fighting stance, when he jumped down on her side of the car.

“If you really thought I was perfect, I wonder why you didn’t go out with me when I asked.”

Rey frowned; she didn’t remember Ben ever asking her.  Her mind went into recall mode.  At the beginning of the school year, Rey vaguely remembered him saying something about them getting together but… no.  It was about homework, not an actual date. 

Not to mention—thank the fuck she didn’t say yes. 

Ben came closer and the two moved in a tight circle.  She was winded but at least he was breathing hard too.

“You’re the one that made the mistake.” Ben lunged, successfully grabbing ahold of her.  Rey threw a jab, followed by an uppercut.  They were all solid hits but other than some grunts, he barely flinched. 

Rey wheezed as Ben tackled her to the ground.  “I’m glad this is all being caught,” she snarled, pummeling him as much as she could with her limited range.

Ben rolled Rey to her stomach and curled his arm around her neck.  He nipped the outer shell of her ear as he shifted some of his body weight onto her. 

“Sweetie…”  He nuzzled into her and pumped his hips into her ass a couple of times.

Rey’s stomach dropped as he dry humped her in the empty parking lot.  He really did seem to do whatever the hell he wanted. 

“Today’s lesson is I don’t make mistakes.  Fucking ever.” 

 Rey felt Ben’s other arm come up and strengthen the tight grip around her neck.

“There’s cameras everywhere, asshole,” she panted. 

“Haven’t you figured it out yet?” Ben whispered sweetly as he rolled his hips.  He shifted to get a better angle, his legs slotting in between hers. She could feel how hard he has.  How big.  He groaned as rutted up against her.  “I own this school.  I own everything.”

Rey was completely immobilized, pinned underneath him.  The rough asphalt burned against her exposed skin and his weight limited how much air she could take in with each inhale.

“And this kitten—this is a lesson that was shared with me from the wrestling captain.  It’s called the sleeper hold.”  Ben's arms wrapped around her neck had become secondary to him thrusting up against her but he sharply reminded her.  

As he re-engaged the hold, Rey felt light-headed; her vision was becoming grey. 

“The key is not to cut the air supply.” Ben’s voice sounded far away as the hold strengthened. “Such a good girl, coming out to my car on your own so I didn’t have to drag you.”

Before Rey lost all consciousness she heard one last thing, “Guess that earns you a reward.”  

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When Rey came to, she knew she was in the trunk of that car.  She had read a couple of worst-case survival books when hanging out at the library but none of them covered stupid imported cars that nobody ever heard of. 

The tie that Ben had loosened back in the library had been multi-purposed into a make-shift gag and she tried to get that off first.  The knot was so tight; she struggled getting it to loosen even just a little bit, coming nowhere close to removing it. 

When she felt the car turn and go slower, she gave up on that and switched her focus.  She fiddled around with whatever she could get her hands on within the trunk to try to draw attention to the vehicle.  Which wasn’t much. 

The car pulled into what she assumed was a garage and then turned off.  She could hear the loud thumping of bass and randoms yells.  Graduation party fun.  She had to be at Ben’s house.

There was nothing in the trunk to brandish as a weapon so she crouched as much as she could and prepared to jump out.  When the trunk popped open, she leaped out.   

It had been a long day and hours since she ate.  The stress on her body caused her to sway slightly but she covered it as if it was on purpose.  It took a minute for her eyes to adjust to the bright light and she swung wildly to buy some time. 

When she could focus in, she saw she was flanked by two of the hockey players.  She had forgotten how big they were.  They seemed to loom over her.   

“Am too drunk for this shit,” one whined.  He swiped at her with both arms but missed completely.  As he hunched over, she punched him in the gut.  “Damn, Rey; why you so angry all the time?” he wheezed. 

She slid around and aimed for his kidneys.  The other guy was more sober though and he grabbed her arms, yanking them back, hard, before she could land a hit.  “Shut the fuck up, man,” he hissed. “If you get me in trouble, I’ll fucking kick your ass.” 

Both of the guys looked over in the corner where Ben was standing, leaning back on his hips, talking on the phone. 

“What the fuck I do wrong this time,” the guy panted as he grabbed at Rey’s legs even though she was kicking at him.  He couldn’t get them both so he held tightly onto one and let the other one dangle down and she continued to use it to stay in motion.

“We don’t know her.  We don’t know her name.  What she looks like.”  The guy repeated himself, slower. “What any of her looks like.”

A look of fear flashed over the guy’s face and when he flinched, Rey managed to break free.  She stumbled toward a door that might lead outside.  The two sighed and took after her. 

Ben’s voice rang out, “Hurry up.”

“On it,” the drunk one replied.  Rey made it to the door no problem, but it was locked.  Which they obviously knew.  She worked to unlock it, but the more sober one grabbed her and threw her over his shoulder. 

“Thanks, man; I owe you.  He would’ve freaked the fuck out.” The drunker one whispered loudly as his fingers painfully dug into Rey’s thigh muscles, keeping her locked against the other one’s body.

It pissed her off that they seemed so unfazed about what they were doing.  Pissed her off almost as much that nothing she was doing was making a difference.

“Where do you want her?”

Ben hung up the phone. “Take her up the back service stairs to my room.  Hux will be here soon.”

“And then?”

Ben slapped one of them on the back as they started heading up. “Enjoy the party.  We’ve earned it, right?”

The two guys laughed.  Rey could feel tension seeping away from the body she was slung over.  The drunk one called out, “Great speech by the way.”  Ben chuckled at the bottom of the stairs, “I know.” 

The remaining two players from the starting line-up were waiting in the room and they were greeted with little pre-amble other than a quick run-down of which females were already sloshed. Rey only recognized one or two names.

Rey was placed on the bed and affixed with a metal device that consisted of three different spreader bars and chains.  Ones that were over four-feet long went between her wrists and ankles and then one that was maybe a foot shorter was placed between her ankles. 

The rods were abnormally heavy and she was arranged so she was mostly starfished on Ben’s bed.  The final touch was a chain from one of the rods that went to a hook on the corner of his bed.

Then she was all alone. Surrounded by his smell.  It was intoxicating and that pissed her off too.  It wasn’t cologne either.  No, the smell on his bedding and all around her was his natural musk.  She hadn’t realized she had come to know it but with each inhale… yeah, it was pure Ben. 

She worked to distract herself from it.  His room looked boringly normal.  A desk.  Dresser.  It was neat.  Organized.  He probably had a maid. 

There were a number of doors around the room.  One, the other hockey players went in and out of, so it went to some type of hallway.  She figured one door went to a walk-in closet.  It was probably the size of her bedroom.  She guessed she had an attached bathroom. She wasn’t sure what the other doors were connected to. 

She didn’t see a lot in the room that might help her break free or defend herself so she focused on what she was attached too.  It was unnaturally heavy.  So, she spent some time practicing lifting her ankles and arms in tandem.  Trying to get used to the weight but also needing to conserve her limited energy.

Rey had a plan to throw her arm around Ben’s head and threaten to choke him, or actually choke him with the metal bar.  Or use her legs and use the bar to lock his leg and flip him.  Then use another bar and knock him out.  Then address that bed chain without the threat of him walking in.   

He didn’t come in though.  As each second passed, her eyes darted to the door, confused. 

She could hear cheering and screams downstairs.  The sounds of what had to be keg stands.  Lots of laughter.  So much laughter. 

It kinda hurt.  Her body hurt obviously.  The adrenaline rush and subsequent crash.  Being tackled.  The limiting position.  Her jaw fucking hurt being held open with the gag.

But what really hurt was the reality that nobody below was wondering when’s Rey showing up?  Nobody squealing omigod, it’s the end of an era and then breaking down into drunken tears. 

Rose’s graduation was next week and the two were talking about trying to get together to celebrate.  But deep down, Rey didn’t know how she could afford to make her way across the state to see her friend. 

Not having any friends here was her own fault she supposed.  She didn’t try to be a loner.  Foster care had taught her important lessons.  Ones she didn’t need to learn from Ben or anyone else. 

Keep your head down.  Make the most of whatever you can get.  Of every situation.    

And the last: Nobody cares.  Otherwise, she’d would have not been alone to begin with. Now. Or ever.   

She didn’t know what Ben had planned for her but she just needed to get out of this town and when she got to college, everything would be different.  She’d make more of an effort, she promised herself.       

Of course, it was when there were some rogue tears on the side of her face when Ben finally came in.  She tensed her muscles; nervous they had fallen asleep.  She needed to be ready to enact her plan. 

He didn’t get on the bed though.  He sat down at the desk near end of the bed and looked at her.  Just sat there and let his eyes roam over her body.

When she started to squirm, limited by the heavy bars, he spoke, “Made that for a welding project my freshman year.  Got an A on it.  Do you think the teacher understood what it was going to be used for?”

Below, voices joined together to sing the chorus of a popular song.  Ben smiled, mouthing a couple of words.  “They’re down there having the time of their life.  Eating the food.  Drinking.  Am sure some are even stealing some shit.”  His voice was breezy. “Those will be dealt with of course.” 

The chorus was back and Ben flashed a smile. “You like this song?”  When she didn’t answer, he rolled the desk chair to the top of the bed.  As he did, he let his hands trail up Rey’s body. 

“There’s an endless supply of girls down there that would willingly strap themselves into this.” Ben jiggled one of the chains. “If it meant to be in my bed.”    

“But I chose you.”   He tenderly wiped her mostly-dried tears away.  She scooted her butt over, managing only to move an inch or two away from him.  Enough to make a point. 

He reached out and cupped her breast and then pinched what he could through her padded bra.  To make his point. 

That he could. 

“Hux thought you were a know-it-all but he couldn’t see what you were really were.”  Ben leaned down and kissed her sore, stretched-out lips.  “A fighter.  Like me.”

“Even now, you are so fucked….”

He laughed, “… Yet I bet you’re trying to figure out how to weaponize my starfish rods.” 

Ben got out of the chair and Rey tracked him as he came to the bottom of the bed and climbed onto it, climbing up her body.  “Nobody ever turned me down before.”  He huffed out a laugh. “Never asked before, really.” 

“Thought I didn’t care.  Made myself not care.”  He moved fast and he was laying on top of her within seconds; his body size and mass made it impossible for her move around and try anything.  “Almost did it too.  Then that day in the library happened.”

He groaned, burying his face into her neck, “Six of us, Rey.  And you didn’t hesitate.”

He kissed her messily in the crook of her neck.  His heavy exhales cooled the wetness on her skin, sending light shivers down her body.

He leaned up so he could peer into her eyes. “Fuck, you should’ve seen yourself.  It was beautiful.” 

When she tried to turn away, he grabbed her jaw, forcing her to look his way. “You were beautiful.  You are beautiful.”    

Then he smiled.  Smiled.  It should’ve been creepy but there was an undeniable look of reverence.  Something Rey wasn’t used to being directed her way.  

“You took on the strongest in the school… I’ll even say fighters because I trained them to be that—on the ice and off—and you took them on… without a second thought.”  He laughed with child-like glee. “Almost pulled it off too.” 

His smile dropped and he relaxed, falling back down onto her.  The sudden impact pushed the air out of her lungs and left her struggling for air. 

“I was angry.  So angry.” 

His hands came up and pushed her hair up and out against the bed as he rutted up into her.  She had spent time curling it.  Making it look nice for the graduation commencement earlier that day.

“Angry that you were so goddamn perfect and we could have been…”  Ben’s hands were everywhere.  Awakening Rey’s body.  But not in the way she wanted. 

“…we could’ve been doing whatever the hell we wanted to…”

His hands were so damn large and he was mapping out her body, leaving no part of her untouched.  He left a wake of goosebumps and shivers behind when his hands finally settled back on her hips. 

“… and doing it together.  You and me.  But no… so…”

Ben rolled his hips and Rey could feel that he grown rock hard. “…so… I needed to teach you a lesson.” 

His dick rubbed against her mound.  He groaned and rocked himself against her, making his rolls wide so she felt him all the way on her belly.  Then down lower, he pressed against each of her widened inner thighs. 

He was mapping her body out with his dick.  Rey kept her eyes opened because when they fell shut, her body imagined that thick cock slipping into her.  Made her wonder what it’d feel like if it explored her insides. 

“Instead, you just pulled me in deeper.”  Ben’s thrusts became more targeted and he made little grunts each time he pushed his cock up against her covered pussy.  “Do you understand the power you have over me?”

Rey balled her hands into fists, mentally yelling at her body not to raise up to meet his thrusts.  Her body was tingling, vibrating almost.  With a tiny roll, she could massage her clit on the end of his covered dick when it got close enough. 

If she chose to.    

He moaned into her neck, his breath still hot and moist.  Her body shook as his hips raised and fell.  “You made me love you.  Gave me no choice.”

Despite being pinned down, she felt her body jolt, twitching under his.  Her muscles were tensed up, needing some type of release, needing this.  Rey needed…. oh, she needed… 

Ben pushed himself down on her so hard, the mattress came up around them.  He thrusted, his muscles straining above her.  She swore she could feel his cock throb through the layers of fabric, pulsating as cum pushed out.  He let out a deep guttural groan, and the heavy weight of his cock brushed over her clit just… right…

Rey let out a high-pitched cry, drool soaking her gag.  Her back arched as her thighs shook…. No, no, she didn’t want this, not this way… her lower stomach tightened and her hips bucked despite not actually being able to go up... 

She was screaming yes, yes but it sounded garbled…. but… fuck yes… because she was cumming.  Fuck, she was cumming and it felt so damn good washing over.  Her pussy pulsed and she could feel each spasm, each contraction as Ben still laid heavy on her. 

She gasped for air; her chest was constricted now that he was slumped, motionless, on her.  He paid no mind, nuzzling into her as he murmured, “You did this to me.” 

In the background, somebody opened the door, ripping her from her high—making her look over.  Ben sunk his teeth the tender flesh of her neck.  Rey cried out again, this time out of pain.  She needed air, big gulps of air.  The bite was followed by a sharp pinch to her sensitive chest.  “Don’t ever look at another man, you hear me?”

Of all words Ben just spewed, of what they just did, the last bit made her want to sob the most.  So unrealistic.  Such caveman bullshit.  How fragile did Ben’s ego have to—

“Did you hear me?” Ben grabbed her already achy jaw as he repeated himself.

She nodded as best as she could and didn’t look over when Hux joked, “Looks like you two are getting along.”

Ben pulled himself off of Rey. “A little graduation gift for myself.”

“Good for you, man; you deserve it.” 

There was drawers and doors opening and closing but Rey kept her eyes on the ceiling, embracing the ability to finally get enough oxygen.   

Eventually, Hux spoke again, “All good?” 

When Ben grunted, Hux continued, “Okay, so I deleted what needed to be; looped some screens.  Made a copy of it beforehand though.”  Rey closed her eyes to prevent any tears escaping out.  Of course, Ben arranged for the video footage to go away.

Hux snickered. “In case you want to give it your insurance for the roof damage... or something.”  Ben gave a laugh in response. 

“Got her bag.”  Rey didn’t mean to but she turned her head and sure enough, Hux was holding her stuff from the library.  “Here’s her phone.”

Ben didn’t notice that she had looked over and he asked, “What did you text?”

Hux shrugged,. “Just shit I’ve gotten in the past.  You should’ve gotten them by now.”

Ben walked to his desk.  Rey noticed he was wearing different pants.  He wagged a finger when he noticed Rey watching them but didn’t stop or say anything.  He grabbed his phone from the desk. “I got nine messages.” 

He looked up toward Hux. “Nine? Really?”

“Yep,” Hux read through them.  “…tracked down your number… sorry to bother, been thinking about what you said today, wanna take what I want…. I want you case that wasn’t clear….  this is rey by the way….   I want to be yours for the night, so sick of being alone….  you know where to find me…. this is rey… rey from school….  ignore this if you don’t feel the same…"

Ben grimaced. “Do they really do this?”  Hux flashed his own phone. “All the time.  I like it.  I keep my phone by me so I remember their name after.  Makes them feel good when you say the right one.”

Hux eyed Rey on the bed. “Look, I don’t know who that girl is…”  In light of her situation, Rey almost laughed. Hux literally just wrote her name in a damn text.  Three times.

“… but in the event she resists or something, I can add more, like ‘I want it rough big daddy’ in case she tries to claw you or something or you end up leaving marks.” 

Ben walked over and rubbed Rey’s ankle, chuckling when she tried to jerk away.  “No, our first time is going to be gentle.  She wants this as much as I do.” 

Hux set the stuff on the dresser. “Soooo…”

Ben waved his hand. “Yes, go.  Heard they want to have face cum wars.  Take pictures.”

“Will do,” Hux yelled, already out of the room.

“Now, where were we,” Ben crawled back onto the bed.  He unhooked the bed chain so he could push her legs up, making her knees bend. 

As he placed himself between her legs again, his hand slid up under Rey’s shirt and bra to caress her breast skin-on-skin this time.  He let his fingers slide inward and he pinched her nipple, tugging on it until it hardened. 

She groaned unwillingly.  The sound was distorted from the spit-soaked tie still lodged in her mouth.  Ben tried to catch Rey’s eyes but she looked off to the side. 

“Rey, sweetie, I can be nice, or I can be mean.”  He stuck a finger under her gag and the brief respite in pressure made her whimper in relief.

“When you’re nice to me, I’m nice to you.  If you’re not nice…” Ben yanked on his tie, making her whimper again, “Well, you get the idea, right?” 

“I did promise you a reward though, didn’t I?”  He sat up to untie the make-shift gag,  He tugged on it as he worked to loosen it, causing it to pull painfully.  “Shit, I made it really tight, didn’t I?”

She glared at him, thankful for a brief second, she was gagged or she would not be able to hold back pointing out his mistake. 

He managed to get it off and immediately rubbed her jaw.  She hated that her chin trembled from the sheer comfort flooding her system.  And she couldn’t help but lean into his hand, her eyes fluttering shut.   

“Oh, the feisty kitten is worn out.”  Rey’s head sunk deeper into the bed and her shoulders uncurled as Ben continued his massage.  He intermixed the relaxing touches with small soft kisses that soothed her aching jaw.  

“Okay baby, you take a little cat nap.  I’m gonna take a shower.”  Ben’s mouth hovered over her own as she gave small even inhales and exhales.  “Make this cock nice and fresh for you.” 

He got up and there were sounds of drawers opening and closing.  Then a door opened and closed.   Rey heard the shower turn on.  She waited for the sound of the water hitting the bottom of the shower to sound different.

There it was.  Somebody was definitely in that shower. 

Rey’s eyes fluttered again and she peeked around.  The room was empty. 

Ben made a mistake.  He left her ungagged and untethered to the bed. 

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For a brief moment, Rey considered taking the suggested cat nap.  Ben’s bed was comfier than anything she had ever slept on before.  The bedding softer.   

She was tired.  Worn out and worn down. 

She had been done with the day at the conclusion of the commencement when she had stood there surrounded by her classmates.  Who were surrounded by their families. 

She was glad Plutt hadn’t come, of course.  Thankful he hadn’t offered.  When he saw her dressed up, he told her to bring back some cake.  Like they did that at these things. 

But she hadn’t been brought to this house for sleepover fun and the night was just beginning.  Masturbating himself against her body wasn’t going to be enough for Ben.  He was washing his dick right now.  Just for her.  As if that was supposed to make her feel special.  So, she needed to at least try to get out of this room.    

If she could get the attention of the party-goers, she could play her restraints off as some type of silly prank.  No.  She’d tell them it was part of an escape room challenge.  She laughed at the thought.  Take that, you asshole.  She still had a sense of humor.  

Or maybe she had gone crazy, she considered as she giggled again.  Entertaining herself, alone in a room, was something she was all too familiar with growing up in the foster system.  Albeit the steel restraints, thankfully.    

Funny jokes aside, because Rey appointed herself as being fucking hilarious, the people downstairs all knew what escape rooms were about.  Their class considered doing one of those for the class’s senior outing.  Never mind it got voted out for being too basic.  Rey wasn’t sure what they selected in the end.  It had been out of her budget range and she hadn’t gone. 

When she came across some people in the house, she’d tell them it was a special escape grandeur—graduation edition.  Some residual laughs bubbled out.  Maybe she could get some people to rally around her.  Make the most of any situation, right?  Damn right.         

Uplifted, she geared her body and soul up for what laid ahead.  She counted to three and lifted one arm and leg at the same time and rolled herself awkwardly off the bed, crashing to the floor.  She paused, only resuming normal breathing when she confirmed there was no change in the shower noises.

The ridiculously heavy metal bars were cumbersome and moving was slow.  The bass from the music below seemed to echo in her brain as she army crawled across the floor to the door the hockey players left from. 

She imagined a gangly freshman Ben cutting and welding this monstrosity.  She wondered what he did tell his teacher.  That they were some type of nuncucks... on steroids?  Jousting swords gone wrong?  A bundle of short flag poles?

All the options made her giggle.  She knew it was mostly due to nerves but she still preferred it to tears. Preferred it to becoming anxious each time the music drowned the sound of the water from the shower.  Worried it had turned off.     

Like it mattered.  Because at this point, even if Ben finished up, it wasn’t like she could get back on the bed like nothing had happened.  So she continued on, eventually making it to the wall by the door.  Then she propped herself up so she was sitting up. 

Eying the doorknob, she had to lift both legs, ankles, and arms to get one hand on the knob.  Her stomach shook with the extreme core work-out.  The part of the plan of trying to retrieve her backpack was looking less likely based on this.

On the second try, she was able to grasp the knob and turn it.  And it turned.  It turned.  The door popped open slightly.

“Aaaah!” Her voice was quieter than intended and she realized how dry her throat was.    

Her limbs dropped down, quaking under fatigue and lack of subsistence.  She used her head to nudge the door to open a little wider.  She heard the shower still going.    

She swiped her tongue around the inside of her mouth trying to wetten the inside.  It wasn’t completely dry but her throat was.  She thought about lemons.  Warheads.  Sour skittles.  Anything to get more saliva going. 

She tried to look out the room to see how long the hallway was.  Just to go across the room felt like she had done long-term isometric muscle holds, all at the same time, and her body was starting to boycott her.

There was a break in the music and she took the opportunity to yell out the door, “Up here.  Shots.”  She needed to get someone’s attention.  She yelled again, “Let’s do shots.” 

The next song kicked in and her head fell back against the wall.  She knew she couldn’t compete with the blaring music.  Rey’s muscles felt like jello, jiggling along with the beat of the music.  It was much louder with the door open. 

The music stopped abruptly and people yelled out in protest.  She didn’t know if anyone would hear her but she still had to try. “Upstairs. Come upstairs.”  Her voice was weakening and it was drowned out when the music kicked back on. “It’s lots of fun.” 

“Any takers?”

Ben was standing next to the door that must’ve led to the bathroom.  He was shirtless and a couple of water droplets from his hair trickled down his chest.  He wasn’t overly defined.  He was still muscly though, thick and broad.    

His underwear peeked out from above his grey sweats that clung to him, showing an outline of the dick he said he was making fresh for her. 

Even soft, he was large and looking up at it, she felt very very tiny.  She flushed with the realization she was sitting up in position that he could walk over and feed his fresh dick to her. 

He came her way but continued out the door and then back in.  “I don’t think they heard you.  Do you want to try again?” 

“People will notice I’m missing.” Rey looked up without moving her body.  She was too drained to move otherwise.  When he cocked an eyebrow, she said, “I’m supposed to return the library key on Monday.”

“Sweetie...” Ben crouched down beside her. “I got your text, you said you wanted to be mine for the night.  That’s all.” 

Rey scanned Ben’s face, trying to gauge how truly unhinged he was.  He knew Hux sent those messages to him, not her.  They had been standing right in this room when Hux told him he did it.  Within the last hour.   

Was he completely delusional?  Or was Ben just fucking with her?  Why was he pretending she wanted him?  With all those girls downstairs…  Why her?

Ben thumbed her bottom lip. “You give me what I want… and I’ll give you what you want.  This will be our one special night, Rey.” 

He eyed the steel rods and lifted one bar up easily, making her arm go up with it.  Then let it drop back down, making her feel like his puppet. “Here’s the thing.  I’m not going to force you.”

Rey’s breath caught in her throat as she peered into his eyes.  Searching for the lie in his words.  His statement brought an onslaught of emotions: relief being the strongest.  It also signaled that he knew she was there against her free will. 

Of course.  He had to know.

Ben must’ve saw the relief in her face.     

“Oh, let me clarify, we are going to fuck,”  Ben said. “I bet that pussy is as soft as it is sweet.”

Rey tried to recoil back but her back was already against the wall. 

Ben’s thumb was back on her bottom lip, swiping back and forth, “But see, I think you want to fuck me too.”  He gently pushed the tip into her mouth. “I’d like it to be consensual between us.”

Rey was dumbfounded.  She couldn’t keep up with him, unsure of what mind game he was playing at now.  How could he conceivably think that was possible? 

Her head hurt and she closed her eyes.  His hand moved to grab her jaw and he shook it gently. “Nuh-uh, eyes on me sweetheart.” 

“Remember the ‘I’ll be nice to you if you be nice to me’ thing?”  Ben released her to manipulate one locking mechanism and one spreader bar and cuff fell off.  Without the restraint, that arm felt almost weightless now.       

“For example…”  He grasped another spreader bar and jiggled it, making her move along with it. “Remember how you screamed my name in the library that day?  Over and over….  ….and over.” 

He gave a sweet, pressed-lip smile.  It went to the sides more than up.  If she wasn’t terrified of him, she would’ve been struck by how handsome he looked. 

“I liked that.”  Then he waited. 

Rey’s eyes darted out the door.  No one was coming. 

“Ben?” Rey hated how just saying his name seemed like he had won. 

“Oh kitten, you’re gonna have to do better than that.”  He fell forward so he was on his knees.  He took her recently-freed hand and pressed it against his hardening dick, “Or, I’ll think of other ways that you can be nice to me.”

“Ben…” This time Rey said it with some urgency as she pulled her hand away.  “Ben, Ben Ben.”  He chuckled approvingly and used both his hands to remove the cuff and bar from her other arm. 

“Don’t think I didn’t notice that you chose not to say my name when we got each other off earlier, on the bed.”  He leaned down even further and wrapped his arms around her thighs and yanked her away from the wall. 

She was about to remind Ben that she was gagged then but had to brace herself as her upper body and head fell onto the floor.  Now her top half was lying flat and he had her legs bent again.  The last remaining spreader bar was still between her ankles. 

“And I saw your eyes looking somewhere they should not have been right after I told you not to.  It’s almost like you were trying to be hurtful.”

Ben reached out and pushed the door, making it slowly close and latch shut.  It became markedly quieter in the room.  Then Ben put a hand on each of Rey’s inner thighs and pushed them out so she was opened up to him, situated in a reclined butterfly position. 

She should’ve guessed what was coming next.   

Ben delivered a heavy-handed smack to her pussy.

“Why!” Rey cried out, lashing out to hit Ben back.  Her knees slammed back together as she tried to protect herself.  She mustered up a yell, “Why do you keep fucking with me?”

Ben’s fingers went in between her knees and he began to pry them open.  “I’m doing this because I care about you.  About us,” Ben tried to assure her.  Rey’s thigh muscles shook, desperately trying to fight against being pushed open again. 

“You must learn to listen to me.” Ben’s voice was calm and patient.  “One more sweetie and we can move on, okay.”

“No, not okay you fucking psycho,” Rey tried to roll away and she cried out when he reached in to pinch her clit.  Her position and the additional layers of clothes protected her this time. 

 “You be mean…” Ben said simply.  He adjusted the angle of his hand and this time he pinched her pussy lips, pressing in on them, and in turn, in on her clit.  Her body jerked notifying him that he had what he wanted.  He slowly pulsed his hold. “…I can be fucking mean too.”    

His other hand dug into her hip, keeping her still as he released his hold, just long enough for the blood to flow back into that bundle of nerves. Then he latched on again, tugging on her captured pussy lips and clit. 

“Now…. open your legs.”

“I can’t,” Rey’s hands were on his wrists, trying to pry his hand off her pussy.  To make him let go.  She managed to look at him because that's what the asshole had demanded too, but couldn’t bring herself to actually open her legs.  “Please stop….” 

“Open your legs.”

“Please, Ben.  Please…”

The pressure on her sensitive clit lessened as he lessened his hold. 

“Keep going.”

Rey was able to move his hand all the way off of her and she looked at him. 

“Keep begging.”  The intensity in Ben’s eyes made Rey swallow hard.  “Beg, Rey.”

Three fingers swiped down over her throbbing cunt like a lazy slap and a breathy exhale slipped out.  She was breathing hard and Rey struggled to keep her eyes open and on Ben. 

Rey swallowed again.  Down went her pride.  She spoke, “Please Ben, no more.  Please.” 

He nodded, satisfied. 

“I like that,” he informed her.  “Do that later for me, okay, kitten.”  He played around with the last two cuffs and then the last spreader bar was off.  Instantly, Rey curled up, bringing her legs together, trying to find some type of relief for her pussy. 

She knew that the wet inside of Ben’s soft lips would soothe it.  A gentle lick or two would calm it.  But she didn’t want that. 

Ben was leaning over her, watching as if he knew the internal struggle within and a lock of hair fell down in front of his face.  Her movements were jerky but she extended her arm up and pushed it out of his way. “Please Ben, I want to go home.  I’m tired.  And hungry.  Please, can I?” 

His face turned and he leaned into her touch, nuzzling into her hand. 

Then he bit into the meaty part of her palm.  She yelped and he let her yank back, pulling her hand into her chest.

“I like you begging, not being manipulative.” Ben’s eyes flashed a warning. 

“Says the king of manipulation.” Rey glared at him. “I am hungry and I want to go home."    

Rey’s body felt like jelly and light as a feather when Ben picked her up.  She looked at her palm, his teeth marks were imprinted but nothing had pierced the skin.  He took her back to his bed and sat her there.  She shakily rubbed her wrists where the cuffs used to be. 

Ben went and got her some lip balm.  She reached for it but he pulled his arm back.  Only when her hands stayed in her lap, did he reach out and apply the moisturizing balm to her lips. 

Then he went to what looked like a cabinet but when he opened it, it was fridge.  Ben pulled out some fresh fruit and two bottles of water.  He grabbed two sticks of string cheese and held them up with a questioning look.  Rey felt her stomach rumble at the sight of food.  She nodded and he placed them on the fruit container. 

“A feast, my queen,” he said playfully as he spread the food out on the bed.  He took his finger and tapped his lips expectedly.  He’s being nice.  She knew what she was supposed to do.    

They hadn’t kissed yet and he had said he wanted things to be consensual, not forced.  Rey spoke tentatively, “I’m not ready.”  He gave a small nod as he dropped his hand, opening up the fruit container instead. “Better get there quickly, sweetie.”

To drink the water, she had to use her other arm to reinforce her dominant hand to lift it to her mouth.  She wanted to pour it over her head.  The dust and fight of the day was more obvious beside Ben’s freshly-showered exposed body.      

“I don’t have any forks,” Ben apologized.  They used their fingers to eat the pieces of sticky fruit.  The pineapple was sweet; the grapes tart.  All delivered a welcomed cool wetness to Rey’s mouth. 

She didn’t pull back when he insisted feeding her some pieces.  Instead, she was careful not to touch his fingers with her tongue.  Though it still happened.   

He stopped eating eventually but encouraged her to continue, even pulling out a snack bag of almonds to go with the string cheese.  He went and got a damp washcloth, using it to dab her fingertips so any stickiness was removed.    

After, his hand found its way back between her legs. 

Rey stopped eating as Ben idly caressed the outside of her pussy through her clothes.  It was still tender from earlier.  “No, no, you don’t need to stop,” he said; his eyes glued to her face as she made herself chew the ripe half-eaten strawberry in her mouth. 

He watched her reactions as his thumb started flicking back and forth toward the top.  He was learning her body.  The right pressure.  When to speed up.  When to slow down.  She could feel a warmth spreading outward. 

“Wait…”  Rey’s mind went into overdrive as she tried to think of a reason why he shouldn’t touch her.  Why they should wait.  Rey’s arm trembled as she plucked another juicy strawberry out of the container.

“Tell me you want this.” Ben’s other hand went to her thigh.  “Tell me you want me.”       

Rey popped the strawberry in her mouth.  She half-expected, perhaps half-wanted, to irritate him, but he smiled, continuing to lightly caress her, making wide circles to include her inner thighs and up toward her stomach.    

She didn’t know how she was going to get out of this.  Them fucking.  Ben said was inevitable.     

She didn’t know which was worse. 

Pretending to be okay with it so it might be filled with a certain level of tenderness.  Soft touches like he was doing now.  He said something to Hux about being gentle.  Could she trust that would be true?

She felt a tear roll down her cheek.  Maybe she could pretend they were in love.  Maybe that would help her stomach what was about to happen.  He obviously felt something very strongly about her.  

Or was it better to keep fighting to the very end?  He might bring back that gag.  Maybe make it tighter.  Use those heavy suffocating bars.  Her body would heal though, and she’d know she never gave in.

“Ben?”  It was a woman’s voice and there was knocking on the door. 

Ben reluctantly pulled his hands back.  He eyed Rey. “If you think it’ll help getting her involved, you are sorely mistaken.” 

“What?” He yelled out loudly before adding, “She doesn’t deal with problems, she gets rid of them.”

Rey knew who it was the minute the door swung open.  Leia.  Ben’s mother.       

Leia looked around the room. “Your room is atrocious.”       

Rey realized she had forgotten to keep chewing and she chomped ferociously on the soggy strawberry in her mouth.  

There was a loud crash in the background and Leia’s lips pierced together before she asked, “How long is this party going to last?”

“Don’t care,” Ben shrugged.  “Didn’t ask for one.  Kick them out now.”

“You’re giving me orders?” Leia’s words were laced with mirth.  “Always trying to play grown up.”

The two stared at each other. 

“Did you need something?” Ben made an effort to sound bored. 

“We’re leaving,” Leia informed him. 

“For?”

His mom gave a huff and stepped inside to close the door and block out some of the background music.  “Maine?” She said, as if it was obvious.

When Ben didn’t answer, she commented, “We went to your little graduation hoopla.”  She waved her hands in the air, “Threw a celebration, and now we get to leave. I want to arrive there before morning.”

“Did you hear my speech?”

“Speech?” She repeated. “Oh, that’s right, you were valedictorian.  Good job, son.  It means absolute crap.  Welcome to the real world.” 

Rey swallowed down the last bit of the fruit.  She had no need to convince Leia that something nefarious was going on, but maybe his mom could be a way out.  She spoke up, “Can you take me home?”   

Rey knew she had to look completely in disarray.  She didn’t know if the tear streaks were obvious but her hair and make-up had to be a mess.

Leia’s eyes narrowed. “What’s wrong with you?” 

Ben answered for Rey, “She’s overreacting…. another girl has the same outfit on as she does.”

Leia came closer to check out Rey’s clothes.  It was simple: tan dress pants and an off-white satin shirt.  She got them used but had felt so put together when she put them on that morning. 

Rey looked down at herself.  Now, they were horribly wrinkled and disheveled.  The silky top even had little pieces of black asphalt embedded in it from when Ben tackled and dry humped her in the parking lot.  Rey wasn’t sure at what point she lost her shoes. 

“Really? Huh.”  Leia looked around the room again.  Her boredom was not feigned.  “High school dramatics.  So glad you never got sucked into that.” 

Letting her eyes fall back on Rey, she added, “If you want something to pull yourself together, there’s probably something in my bathroom cabinet you can pop.”

Ben’s mom paused and cocked her head, “You two look cute together.”

“I know,” Ben responded, irritated.

Whether it was the tone or his words themselves, it made Leia smile.  With that, she was gone.    

Ben’s jaw clenched and unclenched and clenched.  Then he looked up in surprise.

Rey had placed her hand on his thigh.  She had made her decision.

“Let’s have a special night together, Ben,” she whispered. “You and I.”

One night.  That’s what he said.  He said one night.  Then he would be leaving for Maine.  She would be taking off for New York.  

“You want me?”

She nodded, swallowing hard.  The sweetness of the strawberry lingered.  She worked to keep her breathing even and measured.

Ben smiled.  

“I knew it.” 

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“No.”

“No?” Ben looked amused.  The shower was running in the background and Ben had his phone in his hand.  It was his intent to sit and watch her wash up in the shower while he messed around on it. 

“You could be set up to record me.”  You creep. 

Rey welcomed the opportunity to take a shower.  She had been secretly in awe of the bathroom when he had taken her by the hand and led her in there.  It was bigger than her room.  Shoot, the shower was almost bigger than her room.  It had nozzles all over, but using a control panel on the wall, Ben had it set to four streaming waterfalls angling down from the top. 

Record me and then blackmail me—no thanks.  Rey wasn’t stripping down willingly in front of Ben and the phone he innocently held in his hand. 

“I thought you’d feel uncomfortable if I watched you the whole time, but have it your way.” Ben shrugged.  Rey could feel the temperature start to rise in the room already - unlike past foster homes when it’d take five, ten minutes for the water to heat up.  While somebody yelled in the background not to waste water.

“You could turn around, go to the other room and…. wait,” Rey suggested.  

“You’re trying my patience,” Ben sang in a cheery tone.  But he did walk out. 

But then he walked back in.  At least without his phone though.  He nodded toward the shower, “Go on; get in.” 

“Oh.”  Ben’s change of tone made Rey’s ears perk up.  “I have something for you.”  He went over to one of the cabinets and pulled out a gift bag adorned in the school colors. 

“Let me guess—good girls get rewards?” Rey deadpanned, making no effort to reach out for the bag.  She thought she’d could do this but he kept making it weird.  Who watches another person shower?  Has gifts in bathroom cabinets?

Ben gave a laugh. “No, but I’m glad my lessons are sticking.  Go on…”  Ben shook the bag. “You did it: salutatorian.  Congratulations.”

She gritted her teeth before she reluctantly took the bag and peered in.  Inside was shampoo and conditioner.  Body wash.  Some other little items.  Lotion perhaps.  A toothbrush.  There was a silky smoky-grey chemise with thin straps and what looked like barely-there sleep shorts. 

“Thought it’d be creepy if you smelled like me.”  Ben reached in and pulled the wash products out and then opened the shower door to stick them on the ledge inside. 

A billowing cloud of steam rolled out. 

She dropped the bag. “When did you buy this, Ben?”  She started walking backwards. “Oh god, it’s more fucking creepy that you had this.  Waiting.”  She needed to get out of there. 

Ben’s displeasure at her response was clear and his presence looked more ominous than usual with the light hazy steam that was starting to collect in the room. 

He walked forward, not stopping.  As if she wasn’t even there.  She stumbled backwards so she didn’t get bulldozed over.  It wasn’t long before she had been maneuvered over to the wall.  “I get you a gift and I’m a creep?” 

“I was going to let you get undressed yourself,” he muttered as he ripped her shirt.  He yanked on her bra, though neither came off all the way.  It was enough to her to yell out, going into automatic protective mode.  He pulled down her pants, yanking them off.

His hands slotted into her armpits and he lifted her up so they were face to face.  His eyes flashed dangerously. “Put your legs around me…”

“No…” Rey struggled to get out of his grip as she dangled above the ground.  “You’re not being nice to be me and… and…”

He pushed her against the wall and was strong enough to keep her suspended with one hand.  With the other, he grabbed her thigh and easily pulled it around his waist, fucking up into her.  She could feel his hardening cock press against her cunt. 

“This is your idea of a special night?” Ben snarled.  His hands went to her waist and he started pumping into her.  Forcefully.  She had no way to go except into the hard wall. He used his whole body and unnecessary pressure and effort, grunting each time. 

She tried to get her footing back but she was pinned between him and wall.  It was becoming slippery too as more steam escaped- the longer the shower ran with no one in there, or to turn it down.   

Getting down wasn’t working so Rey tried to climb up, as if Ben was a tree.  The wet air was making her eyelashes thick, her skin slippery, her clothes damp as she aimed to get up and over him.  It only helped for him to partially rip her panties as she shimmied up.   

Using his other hand, Ben reached into what remained of her underwear as she tried to wiggle away.  “Maybe I need to show you…  Does my Rey needs another lesson?”  He felt around, slipping a finger in between her pussy lips.  “Here’s how to make someone feel special....”

“Ben…” Rey cried out.  “Please, no…” His finger caressed up and down her slit, making her tremble slightly, especially when he brushed over her clit.  She slid back down the wall and he stopped her when she was in his ideal placement.  His finger dropped down and she felt him searching for her hole…

“Please, Ben…” She pleaded, willing to beg but it was too late.  The tip of his finger slipped inside her.  Her hips jolted; a reaction from the intrusion and he took the opportunity to push in a little further, moving his finger in a little circle.

She gasped into the crook of Ben’s neck; he hadn’t even pushed his finger that far inside.  Just enough for it to be known.  Just enough for her to feel how thick it was.  Just enough for her to learn what it felt like for her pussy to try to close but be unable to.     

Because Ben was massaging that tight opening.  Highlighting how tight she was.  Instructing a lesson.  “The key,” Ben explored the opening of her pussy. “is patience.”     

She wasn’t paying attention though.  Because he was pushing it all the way in.  All she could think about was how big his finger felt… yet how little his finger was in comparison to his actual cock she had seen outlined earlier in his joggers.

Rey choked out a sob and her pussy clenched, trying to expel that finger.  Wanting Ben, any part of him, out of her.  In response, his circles become wider, pushing back against that muscle, making her open up more and more.  

“There you go, shhhh,” Ben murmured in her hair.  “I’ll make it special sweetheart, okay.  Just relax.”  She felt another finger, prodding at her entrance, trying to find a way in.

“No, no…” She curled in, trying to move her hips out and away.  It made no difference and the second finger slid in beside the first one.     

Rey felt stretched out and another small sob slipped out.  He rotated his wrist, increasing the pressure on her sensitive clit and at the same time, he started scissoring those two fingers inside her. 

“Shhhh,” Ben tried to console her, “It’s better this way.  It’ll hurt less later… C’mon sweetie, just relax for me.” 

His voice was calming, “Relax…  Feel that there?” He was caressing her insides and he kept hitting this one fucking spot….

She was still pinned against the wall and he nuzzled her, slowly rutting against her and working those skilled two fingers inside her.  “You like that kitten?  Course you do…. There you go… relax into it.”

It was hard to believe that it was only moments ago that it had felt foreign to have just the tip of one finger sticking in her and two now slid in and out easily.  She was thankful that water hitting the bottom of the shower covered any squelching sounds.    

Ben pushed his fingers deeper inside and it didn’t… it didn’t hurt.  No, it felt good.  Real good and fuck— 

She felt that tell-tale tingling start to spread.  It shot a burst of adrenaline through her system.  “Nooo…”  She couldn’t cum here, not like this.  Rey tried again to get off his fingers.  She realized too quickly that any movement resulted in her fucking herself on his fingers—sliding up and back down on them.

“There you go,” Ben was breathing heavy just like her.  “I can feel you accepting me.”  He pushed his fingers in and out of her, and pressed her harder against the wall, further limiting her range of motion.  She tried to lift herself off his fingers again, but couldn’t.  He went deeper still.  “That’s right, just take it baby.  Doing so good.” 

Her pussy seemed to welcome Ben in, wanting him deeper.  She could feel her pussy clenching around him—especially anytime he’d brush against her purposefully-ignored clit. 

Both fingers were entirely inside her now.   Moving.  Rubbing against that spot.  He was making her feel so good.  So right.  She felt full.  But not full enough.  And not quite good enough.  It made her want more. 

There was something…  somewhere inside that called for his touch and if he found it… oh, if he hit it just right… she knew what would happen… 

“You’re gonna feel so good on my cock baby, I feel you clenching….” he groaned.  “You need this.  Look at you.”  Rey choked out sob and she could feel the humidity in her lungs.  She did need this.  She needed him to…

No.  No.  Her fingers grabbed into the fabric of his shirt, and she redirected her brain to focus on its gumminess caused by the moisture in the air.  Anything not to focus on what Ben was doing to her body. 

Patience?  That was Ben’s lesson.  He had an overnight bag waiting for her. 

She needed nothing from him.  She needed nothing from him. 

She tried again: to break free of his hold.  To get him out of her.  To withdraw his fingers.  The ones playing with her hole.  Scissoring inside her.  Rubbing inside.  Tapping.  Brushing. 

Pleasing.  Pleasuring her. 

But he had maneuvered her the way he wanted: arms jutting out uselessly with her legs splayed.  One hip higher than the other, allowing him access to the most private part of her. 

He had rendered her unable to do anything but take it.  Limited to what he wanted to do.  He was in control.  Making her feel so damn good.

“I know, I know,” his voice tickled her ear.  Each shockwave of pleasure taunted her.  She could hear the condescension in his voice as he continued finger fucking her.  Reaching places that screamed to be touched.  “You’re so close, aren’t you?” 

Another sob escaped out and she turned away from him.  She was getting close.  Oh, so close and she didn’t want him to see her.  She laid her cheek on his shoulder.  She felt sticky.  Gooey.  Wet everywhere.  Her entire body was trembling; she was at his mercy.

“My sweet kitten is all purry,” Ben’s voice kept Rey from being washed up in the waves of pleasure and her body shook with need.  “…but I’m gonna need you to say thank you for the gift.” 

Rey couldn’t imagine how long he had that gift.  How long he had been planning this night. 

“Say thank you.’  A third finger was prodding around, swirling around her leaking juices and she lifted her head off his shoulder in shock, thinking his violation was almost done.  She hit the back of the wall with a painful thump.    

“Too much…” She panted out, trying yet again to get away.  Their clothes were damp and heavy; there was nothing to leverage and she only squirmed, rotating on his fingers.  Ben chuckled as the tip of the third finger slipped in, “Hate to tell you kitten, but I’m much bigger.”  He smirked, “Quite a bit...” 

He pushed the third digit in and her mouth opened, but nothing came out.  It was hard to breathe, considering the thick wet air.  “Don’t worry, I’ll go slow,” he whispered sweetly as he massaged her pussy walls, making room for his third thick finger.  There was an ache.  A pleasant ache of being stretched out… being able to take whatever Ben gave her. 

But then, Ben stopped everything he had been doing.  The abrupt shift made her tremble.  And then she shook. 

A complete shudder went across her entire body.  Almost in shock, partly from feeling so full, but also because he wasn’t doing anything.   Her pussy—her betraying cunt—pulsed, and her hips jerked, desperate to be taken over the edge.  She was so close and she felt it slipping away.

There wasn’t a lot of room but her hips slowly pushed forward, into Ben, onto his fingers.  Her thighs, her ass—her muscles were so tight that it was slow and each millimeter forward reclaimed that pleasurable state.  And then there was the small withdrawal.  It was shaky, jerky as she moved back and forth ever so slightly on his fingers. 

Ben stayed still.  He liked it when she had her eyes on him, but she couldn’t do it.  She couldn’t look at him. 

“You asked when I bought your gift.  It’s been a while.” Ben said, letting her fuck herself on his hand as he kept her pinned up against the wall. 

“Patience, Rey.  And sweetie, I’m patient as fuck.”  His hand jumped back into action, moving inside her.  In and out.  This time Rey gave a sob of relief.

She knew she was wet—like every time Ben played with her body, whether she wanted it or not.  In the library, on the bed—Ben always knew exactly what she needed.     

He pressed into her as he hushed her.  Her head fell back down on his shoulder and she didn’t know if she was moaning or crying.  Ben’s body felt thick and strong between her legs. 

There was no way up.  No way down.  Or around.  The moisture in the air was melding them together.  Making them one.

“I can do this all night.” Ben’s thumb brushed over her clit.  Once.  It made her body jolt and twitch.  “Stopping and starting again.  Can you?”

His thumb circled her clit and she felt her body tensing up.  This was it.  The steam felt like a warm blanket around her and the pad of his thumb swirled, tucked in her pussy lips, teasing the edges of her clit. 

While his fingers went deep, burying into her, stretching her out, not letting pussy close.  That thumb kept circling and… oh… those fingers inside her were doing something now.  Rey’s thighs hurt pleasantly as they too contracted.  Her ass too.  She tried to hold on to Ben, scared she was dropping but she knew Ben wouldn’t do that.

“Say thank you.”

It was hard to talk.  Her mouth was open but she couldn’t speak.  Her head felt heavy as she lifted it, to meet his eyes.  He liked that.  He did. 

Rey met his eyes and Ben cursed under his breath when he saw her face.  There was a look in his eyes.  You made me love you.  Gave me no choice.  That’s what he said.  She believed him because she could see it in his face. 

She moved her lips, trying to say the words: a thank you for the gift. Instead, their foreheads clunked together.  She couldn’t imagine anything bigger than the three fingers insider her but they felt perfect—making her feel full, touching her all the right places.

Every muscle was tight, contracted, awaiting its release.  “Say it...”  When had Ben’s voice become so sexy?  All of her senses were tuned into Ben.  Nothing else but Ben. 

His fingers kept her pussy opened, making their presence known each time she clenched down.  He rutted up into her, making it known that he was hard.  She could feel it, when he’d hit the underneath of her ass, the side of her thigh. 

If there were no clothes, he could slip right in.  Her pussy throbbed at the thought, bringing her even closer.  And that thumb…. just circling her clit…  All he had to do…. 

All she had to do….

“Thank you Ben.”

And she was cumming.

Fuck yes.

Yes.yes yesyesyesyesyesyes

Her back was arching; her toes were curling as her body shook.  And shook. Ben was chuckling and her body was singing.  There was so much steam in the air; she was drowning in pleasure as wave after wave crashed down over her.  fuck… how? 

How?  It just kept on going.  She was pretty sure Ben was still fucking his fingers in and out of her and her clit… She was shaking – no jolting….    

There was a tongue, lapping at her upper lip.  Her own tongue darted out and when they connected, Ben groaned.  She pressed into him, making their lips mash together.  Making his tongue go into her mouth. Swallowing his moans.

Muffling her own.  Her first orgasm crested but another one came on.  Too fast.  Her hips bucked and she rode his fingers, unable to escape the thumb flicking and pressing and rubbing her clit.  Unsure if she wanted to. 

His lips felt heavenly against hers and her hand went into his hair and their kiss deepened.  She could taste lingering pineapple and like most things, Ben took over the kiss, almost devouring her in the process.  She didn’t fight him though, and didn’t have to think as she kissed him back.  Her tongue against him.  Lips massaging his. 

Her second orgasm peaked; it had been almost painful, coming on so quick and strong.  Ben’s hair was like silk and his musk still came through the thick air.  She wanted to swim in it.  Swim in him.

He shifted slightly and she chased his mouth, wanting his mouth to stay on hers.  Everything about him was too much yet she couldn’t get enough.

Rey knew the third one was coming and it seemed to come from deep within. Her pussy spasmed yet again, and her thighs and stomach twitched, and the tingling spread throughout her body.  When it finally subsided, Rey felt weakened.  Sated.  Satisfied. 

Their kiss broke and she sighed, slumping in Ben’s pinning grasp.  He pulled his fingers out of her pussy and she shuddered, immediately feeling empty.  He stepped back, gently letting her fall to the ground. 

She laid, crumpled, half-dressed, against the wall and she looked up at Ben.  “Fucking love when you scream my name,” he growled, fishing out his own dick.  Rey hadn’t realized she had even been calling it out.  She seemed to do that though.  Besides…

Ben was towering over her, stroking his cock.  Clear liquid was dripping down from it and it fell down on her.  His strokes were focused near the head of dick, highlighting his length. 

Considering all that they had done, it was still the first time seeing it.  She couldn’t see a lot, the room was hazy and heavy with stream but she could tell it was thick—like Ben.  A fat head.  It looked like it would split her in two.  Rey’s need to run before Ben indeed fucked her came rushing back at the same time her pussy throbbed in anticipation. 

“Fuck… I…” Ben panted, his movements were becoming jerky and he fell forward, bracing himself against the wall over Rey.  He slid a bit, the walls slippery from the moisture. “…fuck…” 

She had no warning and he was cumming over her face.  Her eyes screwed shut as a glob landed over the bridge of her nose and up into her eyebrow.  Another rope of cum shot onto her face.  And another.  Rey pierced her lips together as she waited to see if there was anymore. 

“I love you,” Ben rasped. “Fuck, I do.” 

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As Rey laid crumpled against the wall, she heard light electronic beeps and an overhead fan turning on.  Ben must be adjusting the shower settings and addressing the steam-laden room.  Her legs felt shaky; really, her whole body felt weak so she made no effort to get up.  Or to open her eyes.  His cum felt heavy and sticky on her face.    

I love you.

The words continued to wash over her along with some residual twinges of pleasure.  She never heard those words directed at her before.  Not for real anyway.  She had one foster caretaker that said it.  But the older woman said it to everyone.  Like she called everyone hon’.

Rose almost said it cause they were besties.  But Rey told her not too.  She knew it’d hurt too much when she had to leave.  Sure enough, Rey had to move three weeks later. 

She wanted to ask why.  Why he said it.  Why he felt it.   But it felt desperate.  Wrong to ask that of her captor. 

You don’t kidnap the ones you love.  Bend them to your will. 

There was a towel dabbing her face, cleaning her up.  “There.” Ben’s fingers went under her chin.  “Eyes open, kitten.  It’s not nighty-night time yet.” 

Her eyes fluttered and she saw little droplets sticking to her eyelashes and hoped they were from the steam and not residual cum.  

Rey focused in on Ben’s face.  It was the epitome of smugness.  “See.” Ben thumbed her bottom lip. “That’s how you make someone feel special.”  Her heart clenched.  She had forgotten he had been teaching her a lesson.  It made her unsure if he meant what he said at all. 

I love you.  He had to feel something for her though.  Why else would he do all this?   

Ben cupped her pussy.  The heavy pressure against her cunt felt good.  “Clothes off,” he instructed. He stood up and palmed himself. “Now.” 

She shakily shed her torn shirt.  Her bra slipped off with it.  She closed her eyes in humiliation, wanting to cover up but knowing she was about to get into the shower in front of him anyway.    

“Now the pants.”

She tried to get up.  Once.  Twice.   She huffed; she just came three times—how was she was expected to stand up anyway.  So, instead, she worked to remove them in her seated position. 

The steam was already dissipating but her pants were heavy and damp, making it challenging to get them off.  Ben huffed and pushed his down, kicking them off before coming her way.  She hurried, alarmed what he would do once he got over there. 

“Panties.”  He loomed over her and she curled up in a ball.  How did she ever think she could do this?  She thought she could pretend they were in love?   

Rey yelled out as she was picked up again.  Thankfully she was not pressed up against the wall but made to stand.  Her underwear was torn off all the way off, the seams cutting into her as they pulled tight before ultimately ripping.

Ben stepped back and inhaled deeply. “You’re so beautiful.”

Rey went to cover herself but he grabbed her hand and led her to the shower and opened it for her.  Her legs were shaky but fear fueled her to walk into the large enclosure.  She stepped in and immediately, the massage settings he selected eased her overworked body.   

“I don’t know why you choose to fight me,” Ben spoke to her through the clear glass that encased the entire shower.      

Rey ignored him, instead snapping open the shampoo and taking a whiff.  It smelled like money.  She put some in her hands, rubbed them together and then applied it to her roots.  It was thick, smooth and it felt luxurious in her hair.   When her arms when up, she heard Ben sigh appreciatively, “Is this really so bad?”

He went over to the panel and changed some settings.  Some additional streams of water with lighter pressure shot out from the sides, washing over her in soft waves. 

She looked at Ben who resumed his post.  He was standing in tight black boxer-briefs and his skin glistened from the steam earlier.  He wasn’t looking at her face, rather his eyes were roaming freely over her body.  Clearly enraptured by what he saw.

No, it wasn’t really that bad.  Ben was handsome.  Built.  She was being pampered.  Kinda.  He was in love with her.  Right?

She turned, and arched her back to rinse the soap out.  The suds didn’t make it that far down her body before the side nozzles washed them off with lazy pulsing sprays.  Her hair already felt silkier than it ever hand.    

“Fuck…” Ben growled. “That body is mine, you hear me.  Mine.” 

Rey half expected Ben to have his face smushed up against the shower doors, rubbing against the glass in anticipation.  Like what you see?  She had to bite her tongue not to tease him.  It was a bit of a head rush though.  To be so vulnerably exposed and for him to be openly wanting for her.

They were going to fuck.  Ben had assured her of that.  And her pussy felt empty and needy.   Tingly every time she looked Ben’s way.  The almost-crazed look in his eyes was growing on her.

She had felt Ben's length, hard, pressed up against her.  Against her ass at the library.  In the parking lot.  When he came on top of her when she was restrained on the bed.  She had seen it for the first time above her. 

He was large, no doubt.  She didn’t need to see other dicks to know that.  He would fill her up nicely.  Bet she’d feel him all the way up into her throat.  She would have to work to get him in.  Go slow at first but she knew he’d fuck her good. 

She turned, letting the streams of water cascade over her body.  They teased her.  Hitting her sensitive nipples.  Her tingly cunt. 

Ben would get her wet, as he always did.  He’d have powerful thrusts.  For a powerful being.  Then he would slam in her and—

“The soap,” Ben’s voice interrupted her thoughts.  “Finish up, fuck, you look so good in there, wanna fuck you now…”

Rey would’ve liked to tell Ben to kindly shut the fuck up because it was probably the best shower of her life.  But she still grabbed the soap; she almost whimpered as she lathered up and started running her hands over her body. 

She had never known how rough her own soap truly was.  Plus, this soap had little metallic flecks in it and it looked like there was 24k gold gliding over her body.   

Rey flinched when she felt the water drop a good couple of degrees.  Ben was over by the shower panel again, the impetus behind the reduction in temperature. 

Of course, Ben had decided rushed her despite his whole I’m so patient spiel.  She rinsed off and when she stepped out, he engulfed in a fluffy blanket.  He took it upon himself to start drying her but she grabbed it from me. “No me, let me put on my gift.” 

“Don’t keep me waiting.”  His tone was light but she knew it was a warning.  She was still surprised when he left the room regardless.  Rey checked herself in the mirror and admired her radiant skin; one would never know the horrors she had gone through that day already. 

She applied the silky lotion that remained in the bag and slipped on the silky smoky grey tank and sleep shorts.  She figured they would fit and they did. 

Padding barefoot into his bedroom, she saw he was lying in bed.  He pulled back the sheets and opened his arm beside him.  Was he that confident she wouldn’t try to go?  Was it a test? 

He was going to fuck her one way or another.  Ben had said it so definitely.  So matter-of-factly.  Would he accept anything else? 

She could run for it.  She would have a head start.  He was relaxed; his hair partially fanned out around him on the pillow.   

This was a test; she knew it.  Lessons attached if she didn’t pass.  A punishment.  He wasn’t going to let her go.    

So instead of going toward the door, she continued to walk toward him.  “Good girl,” he purred, patting the empty bed space beside him.  

“Aren’t we gonna, um…” Rey stood at edge of the bed.  What was the point of getting under the covers?  Snuggling into his chest? 

“Oh, my eager kitten,” Ben chuckled. “You’ve made me cum twice already tonight; I may need a little more time before—”  He let his voice trail off as he gestured down toward his dick.  Then he patted the space beside him again.

She crawled in to the bed beside him.  He grabbed her thigh and hoisted her leg over his body, slotting his thick leg in between hers.  Her pussy throbbed lightly.  It was his smell.  She had grown to like it.  Crave it.  To like his thick broad body next to hers.  Not him, she told herself.   

Her hair was damp but he still held her as close as possible so her head rested on his chest. 

“Do you think she’s right?” Ben’s fingers carded through the strands of her hair, going from the root to the ends.  Then back to the top again to repeat it again with another thick lock of hair. 

Rey thought about his mom.  She had one or two foster caretakers who exuded more warmth than that woman and that was saying a lot.  Rey asked, “Which part?’

“Four years of working hard to be number one.  To be the best,” Ben said. “And it’s insignificant.  Meaningless.” 

“I never cared about the title,” Rey admitted.  “Never came here expecting it.”

“What?”  His face wasn’t particularly expressive but his irritation was conveyed clearly.  “You don’t care?”

“No, that’s not what I meant.  I mean, I didn’t know anything about this school.  Everything I did, I did it for my future.   The title part, that’s just what those around me put on me.” 

Rey looked up at Ben who was staring up at the ceiling.  She tried again, “Does that make sense?  It was more about pushing myself to be the best version of me.  I did it because…”. Of my own life lessons.  “… I try to make the most of whatever I can.  Of every situation.” 

“How does it feel knowing you didn’t do that?” Ben finally drawled as he looked down at her, referring to the science test she did poorly on. 

Rey turned in the bed, trying to put her back to him.  His hand slid between her legs and fingers grazed her cunt as he grabbed her thigh, turning her back.  “Oh kitty, don’t get pouty with me when you didn’t do what you should’ve of.”

“It was because of you,” she spit out.  “You and your stupid rules.  You make them.  Worse, you seem to love when I break them.”    

All I want is to get away from you.  One night, she told herself again.  One night.

His fingers dug into her flesh, and he pulled her in tight.  A couple of rogue tears rolled down; they felt hot against her face.  

Rey didn't care about the title or class ranking.  But that science test did affect her GPA and potential scholarships.  Her way out.  Her future.  She might've messed everything up.  Rey lashed out, “And Ben? You do make mistakes.”

Ben gave a light warning slap to her pussy, rubbing up and down her mound, demonstrating how easily he could access that tender and vulnerable part of her. 

“I know it’s been a while but I do expect you behave,” he said lightly.  His fingers danced over her body as they moved upward and he pinched her nipple, not letting go when she yelped and tried to get away.    

“This last year was exhilarating for me,” Ben reflected.  He rolled her hardened nipple in his fingers.  “We pushed each other.  I hadn’t realized how complacent I had become.  The teacher was right.” 

Ben tried to switch to her other breast but it was tucked into his side.  She swore he pouted before letting his hand trail back down to her pussy, “You came and shook things up.  I don’t want that to end.”

Rey flinched.  She knew it had to have been noticeable.  “It’s the end of an era,” she offered up, trying to think of other high school cliches.  “Now it’s time for us, our entire class, to move on to the next phase of our life.”

Ben hummed, “I like the idea of us being there for each other.  Continuing to push each.” 

His wording made Rey nervous. 

"This future of yours—where you going to college?” He prodded.

“I’m not sure,” she answered.

He gave her pussy a swat.  Her thighs clenched and her clit thrummed pleasantly.  Gawd, was she getting used to him doing that? 

“Ah-ah, I know when you’re lying,” Ben tsked. 

“I have offers,” Rey answered honestly, “I haven’t picked.”

Ben grabbed her jaw, forcing her to look up at him.  His eyes roamed over her face.  He nodded slightly and then let her head fall back down.  He resumed teasing the outside of her pussy. “Don’t you want to move forward with someone?” 

“I told you. I’m okay alone,” she answered.  She could feel Ben starting to get hard under her.  She had hoped for a little more time but was also relieved because they could do it and get it over with.

“You’re lying.” 

“Please Ben, don’t make me…” say it.  It’ll hurt more.  For too long, it didn’t matter if she needed someone or not.  There had been no one there. 

She lifted her head up toward him.  Her fingers splayed out, trembling on the side of his face.  She pressed them against his cheek, then up into his hair as she leaned into to kiss him. 

His arms went around her and he pulled her on top of him.  His tongue pushed into her mouth and she allowed hers to roam around his.  There was an aggressiveness to it which caused her to recoil back a bit, but his hand holding her in place. 

Their kiss broke but their lips stayed close; both were breathing hard.  From the sheer electricity that existed each time their bodies touched.  From the anticipation of what was to come. 

“Tell me you want me,” Ben demanded.

“I do.”  It came out as a whisper. 

“No, I want to hear it, kitten.”

Instead, Rey lowered herself and pressed her lips against his chest.  She drug her lips across his skin, taking it as a win when he hissed.  She latched onto his nipple; they were a ruddy brown and pebbled up nicely in her mouth. 

As her mouth trail downward; Ben spoke up, “You don’t have to suck it this time.” 

Rey wanted to remind him that this was only time.  But he might take it as a challenge.  To show her that there was more.  So she wanted to do everything tonight.  Leave nothing on the table.

Ben didn’t need much convincing.  Once she mouthed him through his boxers, he hastily pulled his boxer briefs off.  His dick looked even bigger there in front of her, laying up, across his stomach.  She could see thick veins running up the sides and it looked swollen with need.

He spread his legs wider so she could slide all the way down in between.  On all fours, she wrapped her hand around his cock and looked up at him.  He had one arm tucked up behind his head, lifting it up so he could see.

“Go ahead,” he smiled. “Make it good.” 

Rey didn’t know what the hell she was doing but the sound he made when her lips kissed the crown of his weeping cock suggested there probably wasn’t too much she could do wrong.  Other than no teeth, and everybody knew that whether they sucked dick before or not. 

She rolled her tongue around the flared head.  Then sucked it in, barely going past the tip, letting her lips catch on the ridge.  She repeated it, liking how it felt in her mouth.  Rey flicked her tongue around the edge, then up to the deep slit on the top.  Up.  Over.  In big lazy circles around his fat dick head.

Then she swallowed his dick down.  As much as she could.  Up and then the second time down, she took more than she actually could manage and she gagged slightly, but still sucked hard, letting her tongue bathe around his dick.  It felt like hard steel, with a nice soft cover.  She went down again, not as far this time. 

Her other hand remained wrapped around his length; she wasn’t even able to get half of him in her mouth.  Ben didn’t seem to mind though.  His head lolled back once she started bobbing up and on his dick, with some speed to it.    

The soap he used wasn’t overbearing; it didn’t cover up his smell which she low-key was glad about.  Gawd, was she crushing on his scent? His musk?  She took him deeper each time she sucked him in, ignoring the clenching in her stomach when she pushed herself a little too hard. 

She heard him rustling and looked up; he had pushed pillows under his head, propping it up so he could watch.  It freed up both of his hands and they came up to her head; his fingers threaded through her hair.

Ben gently rocked her head, mimicking the motions she was doing.  His feet shuffled and his thighs contracted. He must be getting close, Rey though; relieved that he was about to cum. 

Rey was wrong.  Ben planted his feet firmly on the bed... tightened his hold on her hair... and started fucking up into mouth.  The hand that had teasing Ben's hip bone was now digging into him as she tried to push up and off of him. 

“Take it,” Ben moaned encouragingly. “…fucking take it all.”  He kept her firmly in place, situated in a way that allowed his dick to slide into her throat. 

It set off her gag reflex and she convulsed, trying to push off again.  Thick heavy spit spilled out of her mouth as she struggled to keep her mouth—and throat—open as he ravage them both, groaning with each upthrust. 

He sang her praises, how she knew what he liked.  How he loved her tiny mouth and how her throat was milking his cock.  She tried to yell but nothing came out and the vibrations only spurred him more.       

“Doing so good,” he groaned, smashing her nose into his pubes.  Just holding her there. 

“Such a good kitten.  So good for me.”   It was getting grey around the edges and harder to breathe.  Her hands went out and she grabbed at his arms, trying to pull them away. 

He released her, never haven cum thankfully.  She didn’t want to have to wait for him to get it up again. 

“Ben,” her voice sounded worn and raspy.  “You said you would be gentle.”  Tears were on the side of her face and she tried to pull away but he grabbed her and pulled her up.  “Oh kitten, that was.”

“You needed help.”  He covered her face with little kisses, “I’m always going to be here for you.  You were never going to be able to take me, the way you were doing it.  See how I helped you?” 

He waited expectedly for some type of response.   “Communication!” Rey gritted her teeth.  “You don’t get to make the decisions by yourself.” 

Ben licked one of the lone tears remaining, and smiled fondly. “Okay, sweetie; sure, I can do that.”  He tugged at her bottom shorts. “Could you kindly get these off so I can fuck you?  Please.”  He grinned, pleased at his communication. 

Rey’s stomach dropped.  This was it.  It was going to happen.  She nodded and rolled over to slip them off. Seconds after they came off, he rolled onto her, pushing himself in between her legs.

His wide body made them splay out obnoxiously.  His hand cupped one of her breasts. “Guide me in…”

“Condom,” she squeaked, trying to scoot up; scared he was going to stick it in and immediately shoot his seed or something. 

“No way.” He grabbed her hip bone and drug her back down, keeping her pinned when she tried to shift up higher again.  “I want to feel that pussy wrapped around my cock… No, nope… no way in hell.”    

Fear coursed through Rey’s veins.  All the shit he had done to her up to this point paled in comparison to what could happen if she got pregnant.

She felt his dick nudge her hole, made easily accessible with the way her legs were pressed obscenely wide open.  “No, no. Nononononono,” she wailed, trying to catch her breath.

He grabbed her jaw, hard.  Squeezing it so her lips smushed together.  “Careful there kitten, you might hurt my feelings.”  His voice was terse and she felt him slide in.  A little, not even the entire head.  Just resting.  The tip felt soft inside her, yet already keeping her pussy open. 

“I’ll pull out, okay?” 

Rey had to work to keep her eyes focused when he pushed it a little more.  She couldn’t tell if it felt good or not. 

She knew. 

She tried to say something but it was muffled and he relaxed his grip on her jaw.   She caught his eyes. “Promise Ben.”

He grunted and moved his body upward, pushing in a little more.  Rey cried out, trying to relax.  Trying to take even breaths in and out.  She still managed to grab his jaw. “Promise!”  He swatted it away with a small snarl and pushed it little deeper. 

It hurt.  Not his thick cock: that intrusion was causing a warmth to spread.  The other part hurt.  Her hand went back up and she grabbed at his jaw again. “Promise me, damn it.” 

He pushed her hand away again, groaning as he slid in further inside her. 

Her hand went up again and he hit it away again.  Harder.  Back and forth.  Each time, she tried to get him to answer, he pushed in deeper and deeper inside her.   

Growing irritated, he took both her hands and pulled them together above her head.  He snapped his hips, plowing in, bottoming out all the way.  A collective cry went up; their chests heaved as they adjusted being connected so intimately.  She felt dwarfed under him.  Truly at his mercy.    

Rey was impaled, unable to move.  He seemed even bigger, thicker inside her.  The heat, the hardness.  It was perfect.  She wiggled, trying to find relief.  They both gasped at the sensations that radiated out from where they were joined. 

“Don’t fucking move,” Ben dropped his head, laying his forehead against hers.  She could feel each inhale.  Exhale.  Just the slight movements caused him to rub her already sensitive walls.  Causing her pussy to clench. 

She couldn’t help it; it was hard having to stay still with him so deep.  On top of her.  Smelling so… so Ben.  Her pussy clamped down again, fluttering around his dick. 

She had to move, she had to.  Her legs went up and around him.  He groaned, and shallowly thrusted, hardly pulling out before fucking back into her.  Pushing hard. As if he wanted to get as deep as possible.  Then he stilled again. 

“If you move again, so help me, I will…” he growled. 

“Promise you'll pull out,” she whispered.  She wanted to hear it, but she also needed the distraction.  She was about to cum on his cock, being stuffed so full. 

“I said I would,” Ben’s words were forced. 

Her body screamed to move.  She wanted to arch her back.  Her nipples actually hurt they were so hard; it’d fill good to rub them against his broad chest. 

“I don’t fucking lie, Rey.” He pulled out almost all the way out.  “And I’m gonna fucking ruin this pussy for anybody else.”  With that, he slammed back in.     

Letting go of her hands, he reached down; he pulled on her nipple, pinching it so he could tug on it.  As he did, he pulled out again, then slammed her into mattress as he pushed back in.  Using force to carve out a space in the shape of his cock inside her.

Rey's mouth opened, but nothing came out as she came, shockingly too soon.  He bite into her neck as her pussy contracted and released, over and over; she shook letting the orgasm wash over her.    

She was wet.  Oh, so wet.  She could feel herself dripping down her ass.  He glided back into her, setting a steady pace, moving in and out of her.  “This is my pussy…” Ben’s voice was low and it didn’t even sound like he was talking to her.  More like he was stating it to be.    

He liked long strokes, unable to tear his eyes away from where he entered her.  Watching his cock disappear into her and come out, smeared in her juices, only to slid back inside again. 

He finally looked at her and when he saw her watching him, he smiled and dropped down, smashing his mouth into hers.  Switching to shorter, more powerful thrusts. 

“It’s like you were made for me,” he covered her a protective cocoon as he pistoned in and out.  He shifted his hips slightly side to side, pushing out her pussy walls.  Marking her.  The smell of musk grew stronger and it seeped into her pores.

His breathing was getting more labored and Rey nuzzled into his neck, placing a series of small kisses along his jaw continued fucking her.  “I wanna be on top—” she whispered and then yelped as he rolled them, trying to keep inside her as he did, mostly succeeding. 

“C’mon baby, ride me.” His hands slid under the silky top and he kneaded her sensitive tits as she tentatively rolled her hips.  He chuckled. “Fuck you’re so new…”

His hands shifted down to her ass and he began lifting her up and down, sliding her up and his dick.  Her cum from before made her glide easily on his shaft.  He planted his feet, and thrusted up each time he let her go, making her fall down as he fucked up her in. 

She knew she was yelling his name this time.  Each time she felt his dick splitting her in two.  She thought being on top meant being in control but he still was in charge.  “Fucking cum, Rey.  One more time baby, want you to cum on my cock…”

He grabbed her thighs and yanked her down and slightly forward each time he slammed up into her.  It was a hard, brutal fuck and it made her body sing.  Her pussy clamped down around his dick and she was cumming again.  She fell forward, her hands landing on his chest and she braced herself so she wouldn’t tip over as her muscles quaked.

“….ffffu…ccckkk… you feel so good…” Ben’s moves were becoming uncoordinated, “…getting close…”  Rey felt his hips jerk and he thrusted up in earnest. 

Rey had seen and felt Ben cum enough times now to know his tell.  She pushed through the haze of her mind and lifted up, letting his dick plop out, heavy against body. 

She grabbed it and clumsily jacked him with both hands, once, twice and he was cumming too.  Thick spurts of cum shot up across his stomach, one rope even reached his chest.  He groaned as she milked his dick until he hit her hand away. 

He lifted his head up; it was sweaty around his hairline as was his chest.  “What… what did you do?” 

Rey’s heart was beating hard and she crawled up beside him and pulled his arm around her, “I was on top; I’m the one who had to get off, right?”

Ben’s chest was still heaving and he looked down at his body covered in his own cum, speechless.  He looked back at her.  She placed a small kiss near his armpit. “Do you want me to go get washcloths to clean us up?”

She hoped she wasn’t laying it on too thick.  Was she supposed to praise him and tell him how good it was.  Tell him how many times she came?  She was so goddamn relieved: he didn’t cum in her.  It was why she had wanted to be on top and it worked.  It worked. 

Ben’s mouth was open and he hadn’t answered yet.  Rey let her head fall on him; her mouth was parted too as she worked to catch her breath.

She had done it.  After all that Ben had done to her.  All the fucked up shit she had to endure…. She fucked him.  It was damn good too.  And there was no fears of getting pregnant. 

Their ‘one special night’ was done.  The whole ordeal with Ben was over.  After tonight, she wouldn’t have to see him again. 

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“Oh kitten.”  Ben’s words dripped with so much disappointment and discontent that Rey could almost taste it.   “You need to learn to trust me.”  His tone shifted and the resolve reflected in his words caused Rey to worry—her lessons were over.  She didn't need to learn anything. After tonight, they weren’t seeing each other again.  

Ben's hand dropped down and he swiped some of the cum that had shot up across his chest.  “Good thing I’m patient,” he said as he held up his fingers.  “Tell me, did you enjoy riding me?  My cock buried in you?”

Rey didn’t get to answer: once her mouth opened to do so, Ben shoved his fingers inside.  He swirled them around in her mouth.  “Clean them,” he ordered.  She looked up, half-tempted to jerk away but followed his command when she saw the playfulness reflected on his face.  He was the most dangerous when he was like this.  Calm, relaxed.  Almost begging her not to listen. 

Ben pierced his lips together, presumably holding back a laugh as her tongue started bathing the two fingers in her mouth.  “Very good,” he cooed, separating his fingers so she could clean between them.

Ben pulled them out and to Rey’s dismay, he took his index and middle finger and swiped more cum off of his body and held it by her mouth.  He didn’t say a word.

They laid there.  Rey on his chest.  Him—naked, sweaty.  Looking more handsome with his hair slightly matted around his face; his muscles all on display.  Her—so wet between her legs, mashed up against his body, his thick thigh pressed against her cunt which still tingled lightly.     

Some of the cum rolled slowly down his fingers as Ben held them, unwavering, in front of her face. 

Rey opened her mouth, making Ben hum approvingly before inserting his cum-laced fingers in.

“Some of your lessons have been, let’s say, more universal truths,” Ben lectured.  Rey’s body tensed, irritated and annoyed at his tone.  His continued treatment. 

Ben noticed. Of course.  He chuckled and used his other arm to jostle her lightly.  Bumping her pussy against his leg and making his fingers bounce around in her mouth as she cleaned them. 

“Whereas some lessons are only for you, my sweet,” he informed her. 

He chuckled again when he surprised her by pulling his fingers out as she was sucking on them, making her lean forward with them as they slipped out.  A slurping noise followed, making it sound like she was desperate to keep them in her mouth.  It was humiliating; her chest felt hot and the warmth spread outward. 

“A lesson to never forget, kitten—is my cum belongs in you.”

Rey went to say something but Ben grabbed her hair with the hand that been resting on her body and jerked, making her yelp instead.

“Non-negotiable.”

Ben looked down at the cum still left on his body and swiped up some more. “You have the choice of which hole….” 

He rotated his fingers above his chest, eyeing his own seed on them. “I can still shove it up your cunt.  Don’t mind fingering your ass with it either.”

He gave her an easy grin. “Bottom line—no pun intended—my cum belongs in you.  So... which hole will it be?” 

Rey didn’t answer, but she opened her mouth. 

“Wider,” he demanded. 

When she did, he inserted them again.  Ben let his fingers rest heavy on her tongue, making it hard to clean them.  Never mind that the cooled cum was actually pretty nasty to swallow down. 

“Now, you could’ve trusted me,” Ben reflected. “I could’ve pulled out and then shoved my cock down your throat so deep that you wouldn’t’ve even had to do anything.  Just take it.”

He kissed the top of her head. “My kitten can do that, right?”

What? Just be a waiting open hole? Rey didn't say anything though; instead she focused on getting every last bit off his fingers.  Maybe she wasn’t a fast learner.  Maybe she thought that after what they just did, Ben would… well, she didn’t know what.  He wasn’t like anybody she had ever encountered. But he did get what he wanted. Didn't he?  

“Doing this manually doesn’t seem to be the most efficient,” Ben mused, pulling his fingers out.  The majority of cum had been wiped up but he was determined to get it all, rubbing his fingers around in different places on his body before shoving them back in her mouth.

With everything, he forced her to give in.  Or, took what he wanted regardless.   Yet when she willingly gave what he wanted, it didn’t satisfy him.  And fighting him only seemed to fuel his flames of desire.  There was no winning.  He kept pushing for more.  He always kept pushing either way.

“Good,” Ben sighed. “There we go... all better.”

This time when he pulled his fingers out, he yanked her up off his chest toward his face.  “Open up.”  When she did, he peered in her mouth as if she was keeping his cum tucked away in her cheek or something.  He took one finger and swiped it around her teeth, under and over her tongue. 

The heat of humiliation washed over her again and Rey forced herself to remain still as Ben completed his inspection.  She needed to focus on how she was going to leave. What she was going to wear, shoes, her bag.    

“Very good,” Ben praised, shifting their bodies on their sides so he was spooning her.  His arm wrapped around her waist and he pulled her in tight. 

“I don’t know about you,” he nuzzled into her hair. “but I’m tired as shit.” 

Rey could feel his soft cock pressed into her ass.  He felt so large, even now, and it was hard to believe that it had fit inside her.  At least he had made it feel good for her too.  When it came to her body, Ben was a diligent lover and had no problems coaxing orgasm after orgasm out of her. For better or for worse.

“Communication: that’s what you want, right kitten,” he murmured, already sounding like he was drifting off. “Let’s agree that we can fuck each other awake if the desire hits one of us during the night.”

“What?” Rey laughed at the audacity of the suggestion. “No.” 

“Oh,” Ben sounded confused.  He snuggled into her, sighing contently, “How do you want to be woken up then?”

Rey knew it then, without question.  It was never going to be enough.   

“Not with your dick,” she said.  

Rey had never snuggled before.  The heat from Ben’s body... and being touched—it didn’t feel bad; he was like a comforting, protective cocoon.  A shield between her and the rest of the world.

Her own eyelids felt heavy so she closed them as she figured out her plan.  How to get clothes.  Get out of the house.  How to get away.  Away.  Far, far away.

***

Rey woke up with start, her heart racing.  Rey knew it was morning by the natural light brightening the room.  Neither had woken up during the night; both worn out from graduation and the events that transpired after. 

What happened last night flooded her thoughts. She had willingly fucked the man who had kidnapped her.  Restrained her.  He had planned it for a while because…. because he loved her? 

This is not love, she told herself. It was undeniably more attention she had ever seen or felt.  The lengths Ben had gone to spend the evening with her.  The gifts.  The unbridled passion.  For her. 

She knew about this... this almost Stockholm feeling.  And she had caught herself downplaying past stuff already.  Rationalizing it. 

Ben’s breathing was slow and even; it didn’t change as she eased herself out of his hold.  They had been so exhausted, neither had moved away from the other and were in the same position they had fallen asleep in.

As she sat up, her muscles groaned.  Those damn starfish rods.  Rey looked around the room. They were gone. In fact, Rey noticed Ben had tidied up sometime during the night.  Guess he had gotten up.  He was dedicated; she’d give him that.  Everything was exactly where it was supposed to be.   

Except her worn backpack.  Rey swallowed back a whimper as she stood up.  Her entire body hurt, though the soreness in her pussy was more pleasant than anything. 

Rey found the discarded sleep shorts and slipped them on with the remaining top before making her way quietly toward her stuff. She saw her torn pants and ripped top and bra folded beside her bag.  Her underwear wasn’t there at all. 

Rey didn’t care, she was going to grab her backpack and go.  She bent down to touch her toes, stretching out her tight muscles.

“Do it again.” Ben’s voice was laced with sleep and Rey resisted the urge to whip around in surprise.  She grabbed her backpack slowly and slung it over her shoulder and then turned around.

“What I would do to see this every morning...” Ben propped his head up on his hand.  The blanket laid loosely around his waist and his bare chest was exposed.  Rey’s eyes roved over him and when they finally landed on his face, Ben smirked, “Don’t think you’d mind either.”

“Stay.” Ben sat up all the way. “You heard my mom; they’re gone for, well, shit, the entire summer.” 

Rey eased toward the door, the last thing she wanted was to be made to play house with Ben.  Besides… getting away. That was her goal. 

 “One night,” she reminded him. “We had our one special night.”

Ben hummed; his eyes were hooded, as if he was still waking up from his slumber, but he wasn’t fooling Rey.  He was tracking her with keen awareness and focus. 

Rey’s hand touched the door handle.  Was he going to let her go?  Her breathing was stilted: shallow with deep pauses in between. 

“Okay,” she called out.  She could hear the shakiness in her voice.  She took a calming breath and the rest came out smoother.  “Good bye Ben.”  It caught in her throat and she slipped out without knowing his reaction. 

The hallway was large and Rey moved toward the natural light at one end.  She tiptoed, unable to walk normally.  She made special effort to not make any noise so that if Ben came after her, she’d hear something.  The door.  His footsteps. 

The sound of her blood rushing in her ears made it hard to pick up on anything though.  Step after step, she made her way down the hall.  She hoped this wasn’t some type of new game.  A twisted cat and mouse chase where he was letting her go so he could drag her back. 

When Rey arrived at the stairs, she quickly glanced back and sighed a small breath of relief when Ben wasn’t there.  As she descended the stairs, there were even more options of which way to go—left, right—and Rey couldn’t help but feel like a mouse again.  Caught in a maze.  She tried not to imagine what it would’ve been like, trying to manage this last night, still restrained. 

Eventually, she made her way down to the floor below.  At the bottom of stairs, there were plenty of people around, sleeping or passed out.  Rey realized that the loud music went away around shower time, but obviously many of the people hadn’t left. 

Those that remained were in a half-dressed state.  Girls in high-end matching lingerie sets.  Guys stripped down their boxer briefs, or boxers.  There were even some guys in lacy thongs and girls in boxers with their breasts exposed that had to be the end result of some game or dare.  That group was all sleeping together in some muddled mass amongst couch pillows and empty bottles.    

Rey looked back at the stairs and when Ben still didn’t show up, she tiptoed around, scavenging for some clothes.  She found a plaid pleated short skirt and pulled it on.  It was barely longer than her silky bottoms but she figured she could use her sleep shorts as underwear. 

Rey grabbed a cardigan slung over a chair.  Once she pulled it over her head, she realized it wasn’t a traditional one.  It was cropped and in their school colors.  Rey looked down at herself; she looked like she was wearing some fetish school uniform outfit.  She gritted her teeth, knowing she’d probably get more attention like this than the grey silk tank and shorts. 

Rey heard someone clearing their throat and her eyes darted around the room, trying to figure out where it was coming from.  She saw something being thrown across to the room, hitting a large sleeping male, getting his attention.

She had spent too much time trying to get clothes and it was the hockey team, waking up.  Looking at her.  Rey walked backwards toward the front door, keeping an eye on the players.  She watched them sit up, look at each other and at her. 

One shrugged while another tried to communicate with his eyebrows.  It was so stupid.  They probably didn’t know if they were supposed to know her or not.  Whether she just a random person. 

She looked away and down at the shoes by the door.  There were a pair that looked her size.  When she slipped them on, they were a little too big though.  She heard someone coming up to her while she had been looking down. 

It was Hux.  He stood next to the door, not saying a word.  There were too many people around though to do anything too crazy. Rey broke her eyes away from his and slipped on another pair of shoes that were part of the pile by the door.  They fit and not having socks wouldn’t be painful – because she fully expected needing to be able to run in them.   

Hanging by the door was a hoodie with the hockey team’s markings.  She yanked it down and saw Ben’s name on it.  It was the same one he had thrown over her that day at the library when he had spanked her pussy and made her cum—kissing her cunt, licking her, soothing her after.

She grabbed it and threw it on over the outfit.  It hung on her, even going past that pleated skirt.  It looked like that’s all she had on.  Hux’s eyebrows went up and she knew this outfit wasn’t any better than the other two.  She’d be warm at least.  A couple of layers if anyone tried to fuck with her. 

Hux’s phone buzzed and he looked down on it.   

It was Ben.  It had to be. 

Then Hux stepped away from the door without a word. 

Another person came waltzing in the room.  Phasma, Rey believed.  She was one of the girls the players mentioned last night as being sloshed.  She was looking at her phone too and Rey swore she was swaying slightly. 

“Rey!” She called out loudly, and a couple of light yells and groans rose up from the sleeping people across the room.  She laughed but then said quieter, “I didn’t know you were here at the party.  I’m heading out too. Do you want a ride?”

Rey was always surprised when someone knew her name.  Though it was mentioned a couple of times during the graduation ceremony yesterday.  Rey shook head no. “I’ll walk. Need the fresh air.” 

“You look naked,” Phasma looked around and went to some sleeping girl and tugged the leggings that were around her ankles.  The other girl didn’t flinch.  Phasma threw them over to Rey, “Don’t worry—I know her; I'll find something for her later.” 

Keeping Hux in her peripheral, Rey slipped off the shoes again and pulled the leggings up over the sleep shorts but under the skirt.   

“You look crazy,” Phasma laughed, earning more complaining from those in the room.  “Oh well, let’s get you home.” 

Ben’s sweater fell down covering the bulky part of her outfit at least.

Rey moved to door, keeping an eye on Hux and Phasma. “No, need to walk off that alcohol,” Rey bullshitted.  She hadn’t been drinking but Phasma didn’t know that.  Hux frowned and Phasma offered again, “Then we’ll stop and get something to eat, let me grab my keys—” 

Phasma turned and Rey slipped out door.  She was standing on an expansive porch—or was it a courtyard sitting area?  Rey didn’t know and didn’t care.  It’s not like the rich fucks came out and hung out here. Anyway, she was just passing through.   

Rey walked briskly, but calmly.  As she neared the end, she noticed a heavy iron gate off to the side, perhaps leading to the garage area.  Slightly ahead, there was a large garden with tall hedges. 

She kept moving.  Thankful there was no door opening behind her.  No one coming after her.  She came across some stairs and could see a sidewalk leading to a driveway. 

She was getting away.  She was. 

She stumbled and glanced back quickly, making sure there was no one to grab her.  Where she had been, she could now she was outside just one wing of the house.  There were more wings to the sprawling estate.  More paths.  And gardens. 

It was like nothing she ever seen before—not in real life anyway.  She began her trek down the private driveway and even that was as long as the block she lived on.     

She looked back.  One last time.  There was no one on the first floor.  

Her eyes went up to the second floor.  She scanned across the upper level. There… in floor-to-ceiling windows, Rey could see Ben’s large outline through the distorted reflection of the sky.

She turned around and walked.  And walked. 

Once down the driveway, she turned and walked some more. 

Without slowing her pace, Rey went through her backpack because it was notably heavier.  She wore it across her chest as she did and saw that Ben packed her gifts.  The items that she had packed in preparation for graduation were all still there too.  There were hair bands and some mints; she popped one. 

She also had a cheap-o power bank.  Her phone was dead, but what was the point.  She needed to get to her foster home, but didn’t have enough money to call an Uber this far away anyway.  She decided she would plug her phone in when she made in to the city center area and check how much the Uber would be from there.  Until then, she would continue to walk. 

So, she did.  She fished out her brush, working to pulling herself together. To look presentable.  Like she belonged there.  She didn’t stop walking though.   

Rey wasn’t familiar with this part of town.  Instead of four or five or six houses on a block, there was one.  As she got closer to the rest of the city, then there were two houses to a block.  The streets were framed by blooming trees and their branches rustled in the cool breeze. It was beautiful. 

She kept moving though, nervous each time a car would draw near.  She kept an eye on routes to run if a car stopped beside her.  At this point, she was more concerned about Ben and his team than a stranger. 

She exhaled heavily when she came up to a convenience store.  Finally.  The actual city limits.  Maybe she could grab some caffeine or something quick to eat.  The light snacks Ben had hand fed her yesterday wasn’t enough. 

Before going in, she tugged down the skirt so the outfit look casual but cute—plus, it couldn’t hurt having Solo on it—and then she shifted her backpack around the right way. 

She had only gone down one aisle when she heard Phasma’s voice call out, “Get me some packaged pickles; need the juice.  I’m still drunk, damnit.  Why are we doing this again?  For… for her?”

It was followed by her yelping and what sounded like a heated argument and an actual physical fight.  Rey couldn’t tell because she had hunched down and was moving by the coolers, heading toward the back of the store. 

Why?  Why was Phasma there?  She refused to call herself a slow learner because Ben and these people were not normal.  Seriously.

Back toward the bathroom doors, there was an “Employees Only’ swinging door and Rey slipped in.  She saw an exit to the outdoors that had been propped open.  It was probably used to take a smoke break, or based on the smell, to air out vaping. 

With the door closed behind her, Rey ran to it and once outside, she kicked the rock holding it open.  She controlled the swing as it closed so it didn’t slam shut. 

Rey knew she was still in a ritzy part of town and the alley was empty and clean.  Fences lined the paved alleyway that was nicer than the main road outside Rey’s foster house. 

Not willing to chance it, Rey jumped the fence where she saw some trees.  It was risky but she didn’t hear any dogs barking. 

She was in luck.  The house looked empty inside.  When Rey heard voices that she unfortunately had come to know, she moved silently under the hedges in the person’s backyard. It was the stupid hockey team. Maybe with or without Ben. 

“Phasma said she came in the store,” one of the hockey players relied.

“You trust her?” One asked before adding, “She asked if I wanted fuck when I was balls deep in her last night.”

There was a mixture of snickers. “Dude, you might not want to share that story,” Someone said, followed by another saying, “Says more about your dick than her.”

Fuck.  The whole team came out after her?    

She heard them shuffling and then the smell of vaping.  Of course, now they are going to hang there for a while.  She moved tentatively, getting herself comfortable. Ready to wait them out, but in a position to take off and run if needed. 

Rey heard the one who had fucked Phasma speak, “Why are we here anyway?”  Before defensively adding, “You fuck up downloading that tracker on her phone?”

“No.”  Okay, Rey could tell that one was Hux.  “I don’t fuck up.” 

Rey’s breath hitched.  Tracker?  Hux had been on her phone to send Ben those messages to assumedly create reasonable doubt if Rey claimed Ben raped her.  Apparently, that’s not all Hux had done. 

“But does Ben think you fucked up?” one guy asked as he snickered before reciting, “Ben’s reality is the only reality, after all.”    

“Oh! Oh,” another one chimed in, “Does the teacher’s pet have to go back and report he doesn’t know where the precious Rey is.”

Rey heard the anxiousness in one’s voice, the one with the really deep bass, “Don’t fucking say her name, man.”  There were sounds of more shuffling.  Rey bet that guy was the main enforcer, especially when he added, “And cut that vaping shit off.  This is your only warning, then I’m fucking reporting it.”    

The whiny one must’ve been the culprit. “Damn dude, you literally had a shitload of girls playing pussy fun dip with your dick last night and you’re still mister cranky pants—”

The shuffling sounds were accompanied by distinct hitting and cries this time. 

It must’ve been pretty standard because the others kept talking.  One said teasingly, “Don’t stress it, Hux. Maybe finally getting his dick wet will have made Ben chill the fuck out.”

“Maybe she figured it out,” yet another voice spoke. 

“That program is designed and used by people you hope you’ll never meet.”  Rey heard the warning and annoyance in Hux’s voice.  “The people in his mom’s circle have never figured it out—you think some high school broad figured it out?  I don’t give a shit how smart Ben thinks Rey is.” 

“Besides, he wants her to get home safe. That’s all,” Hux added.

“Why are we all here then,” that one player whined, “Phasma isn’t the only one that’s still drunk.”

“She wasn’t supposed to have to walk home,” another player answered.  

The whiny one piped up again, “I don’t get it though.  He’s not ever gonna let her go.  So, what’s the point?”

“It’s the illusion…. Oooooo…..” the one with the lowest bass responded. “Just like you’re under the illusion that just because we’re gonna be at a different school than him, we won’t be doing exactly what he wants.”

The whiny one, well, whined without articulating any words but the others didn’t seem to be surprised or upset about this.  “It’s fucking fine by me,” one said, “Life is fucking good when he’s in charge.” 

Rey wasn’t upset either.  She did feel like she was gonna throw up though.  Since when was Ben not going to that school in Maine?  Who turns down a full ride scholarship?  Who separates himself from rest of his team?

And why, oh why, did that knowledge make her nervous?  Oh, so very nervous. 

“I don’t like it,” Hux said.  Rey heard the door opening and it sounded like they were finally leaving.  “Told you guys: we’re at the crossroads.  A future where...”

Rey didn’t hear the rest of what Hux said as they headed back into the store.  She didn’t understand Ben.  Or his mother for that matter.  What kind family was this?   

Rey knew what she had to do. 

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Rey knew what she had to do.

She waited. 

Then waited some more, keeping an eye on the house of the backyard she was in for any signs that the owners had come home.  All the while, keeping her ears tuned into the alley way in case Hux and the rest of the hockey team were still waiting too.   

After hearing the store employee come out and leave for what had to be their vape break, Rey scaled back over the fence.  Before taking off, she stripped off the hoodie with the hockey team’s signina.  She pulled the underneath cardigan off and shoved it in her backpack.  She inside-outed the hoodie so Solo showed up no more before slipping it back on.  Then, keeping to the sides of the alley ways, she made her way to the city center. 

There, at the bus station, she found the longest trip without any stops.  It was to Pennsylvania.  Two hours and thirteen minutes and not one stop. 

She scrounged the bottom of her backpack and was able to pull together enough funds for the ticket.  Only possible because her history teacher had given her a card with a twenty in it at the commencement.  “Ssshh… don’t tell,” he had said as teachers giving gifts to students wasn’t the norm.      

Ticket in hand—which they charged her another stupid dollar to give her a paper one—she found a place to sit.  And waited some more.  She tossed her still-dead phone back and forth in her hands, thankful that she had backed up her phone and the few pictures she had.  Done one evening when she had been bored.

She watched the clock.  Time ticked by as slowly as it did the day before.  When she had been restrained on Ben’s bed.  The feelings festering inside were similar to then too.  When she laid there. 

The adrenaline pumping through her veins as she presented a reserved exterior.  A sense of dread intermixed with the hope that she will figure it out.  That it’ll work out.       

Rey's pussy tingled: a now-conditioned response with these emotions.  She clenched her thighs together.

She distracted herself, eyeing the people around her.  She exhaled softly, not realizing she had been holding her breath when she saw they were lining up by the bus brandishing the same number as the one on her ticket.  Nobody looked particularly thrilled to be getting on the bus, but people were nodding polite acknowledgements to each other.  It helped put her at ease.

She emptied the bath products from Ben's gift bag into the bottom of her backpack, and pulled out the inexpensive power bank.  She grabbed the cropped cardigan back out as well, slinging it over her arms and zipping her bag back up. 

And then Rey waited.   

Once the line dwindled down, Rey made her way over, taking her place at the end.  Her heart was thumping.  Hard.  Loud.  Fast.  She glanced around as she plugged her phone into her power bank.  This was it. 

Rey turned her phone on.

She had no idea how fast whatever GPS tracking program on her phone would go online.  How quickly Ben and his stupid goons would know where she was.  Regardless, she moved nimbly.  Moving decisively under pressure, she had learned, was a skill she possessed. 

As she inched toward the bus’s wide opened door, she began deleting everything on her phone.  Cleaning it all off.  Messages.  Photos.  Call history.  Backups. 

As with all buses, the baggage compartment was at the bottom and the big panels were raised so suitcases, bags, packages could be placed there for the ride.  She eyed the layout.  Looking for a fuller area.  An area where a small gift bag wouldn’t shift around too much. 

With the phone cleaned off, Rey glanced around casually as she wound her phone tightly in the smaller cardigan. Ensuring that the phone wouldn’t dislodge from the power bank.  She wanted the signal to stay strong for the entire trip.  Two hours and thirteen minutes.  Satisfied, she stuffed the wrapped phone into the gift bag and folded it up. 

Peering around, she saw no burly hockey players rushing in.  No former classmates.  No Ben.  Rey inched forward. 

The elderly couple in front of her were still ignoring her after they had flashed a brief smile and two behind her were distracted by their own phones.  Rey leaned in and firmly placed the gift bag holding her phone and phone bank in between two thick bags. 

Rey stood back up.  Inched forward a bit more.  “Oh!” she said, like some thought just crossed her mind. “I almost forgot…”   

Nobody looked her way.  nobody cares.  She stepped out of line and went to the bathroom doors.  Last call for the bus was made as she slipped into a stall.  She climbed up on the toilet; thankful that at least the bathrooms were halfway nice.  Cleaner than one would expect a city center’s bus stop restroom to be. 

She wondered how precise the phone tracker was.  Would they think she was on the bus if they arrived at this moment.  Or, just in the vicinity.  She kept quiet, thankful that very few people were coming in and out of the restroom so it wasn’t challenging to confirm it wasn’t anyone coming after her.  

Without her phone, she didn’t know how much time passed but the bus had to have pulled out.  It was probably safe to go out. 

Unless Ben was out there.  Unless they found the phone in that bag.  Otherwise, her phone should be leading them on a journey.  For two hours and thirteen minutes.  She liked that possibility better.

She waited three more people visits in and out of the bathroom: the time it took for them to use it, wash their hands, primp their hair.  She stepped down slowly, and came out of her stall. 

There it was again.  Her pussy tingling as her heart pounded.  She hated that she knew she was wet as she eased out of the women’s restroom. 

Ben did this to her.  She no longer could feel this way, the readiness to fight, without her body subconsciously thinking of him.  His body.  His touch.  His tongue.  Fingers.  His thick cock. 

Even that first time in the library, her pussy had smarted and throbbed when he spanked it but he had taken care of her too.  Good girls get rewards.  Making her cum harder that she had ever managed on her own. 

Her cunt clenched around emptiness and Rey closed her eyes, letting all of it wash over her.  It wasn’t fear she felt.  It was more trepidation laced with resolve.  And of course, the need.  The want.  for ben.

She didn’t want to be seen leaving the bus stop right away in case someone was in a car outside the facility.  So, once she reigned in her body, she walked over to an area with families whose kids were jumping around in a play area as they waited for their bus.  She sat down, slouched low. 

And Rey waited some more.  She kept a watchful eye on the entrance into the facility.  It hadn't even been a half hour since the bus, and her phone, left. 

Nobody came though.  Not Ben.  Nobody from the hockey team either.  She dared to hope that by the time whatever GPS program had been loaded on her phone went online and was able to be tracked, the bus had left already.

When the families providing her cover started packing up, Rey moved herself.  Before she left, one of the moms offered Rey one of the packed sandwiches from their bag.   Rey’s overall state must’ve set off the woman’s maternal instinct.  She choked out a thank you and had it scarfed down before she made it the doors.    

Rey didn’t trust using her bank card, though in all fairness, she had less than ten dollars in her account.  She doubted Ben had access to monitoring it, but Rey had seen too many shows when they could track people through spending activity. 

She hated that she no longer had a phone.  No funds to buy a new one either.  That really sucked.

She managed to pull the first bit off but she wasn’t done with her plan to get as far, far away as possible from Ben.  Next, she needed to get back to Plutt’s and get her social security card and other items. 

It was easy to climb into the window of the room she stayed in at Plutt’s run down home.  She always went out the front door but once she had been given to access to the library, she tended to come in this way whether she was coming from there or not.  Regardless of the time.  The weathered fence behind her blocked any nosy neighbors and Plutt never checked to see if she was in her room anyway.  Ever. 

She grabbed the crumpled-up duffel bag from the closet.  Besides her backpack, it was all she came with.  She never bothered with makeup and it didn’t take long to pack up the few items she wanted to take with her.  Foster care reduced any possibility of sentimentalism so even the faux degree they handed out at the ceremony would be left behind. 

The copy of transcripts she had requested the previous week went with her along with other important documents.  They were already together, in a folder.  While she didn’t except to be in this situation, she tended to be prepared to leave at a moment’s notice.  It only took two times of someone snapping their fingers and telling her to pack her stuff up 'cause she was leaving that she vowed never to be taken off guard again. 

She put on actual panties, a bra, and a clean tee with leggings.  She wished to take a shower—Ben’s smell was infused in her skin. But, she didn’t want to spend an extra minute in this town or bring on any unnecessary risk.

She pretended that it was because there was room in her duffel bag that she added her gifted silky sleep shorts and chemise.  Only hesitating a second before rolling up Ben’s hockey sweatshirt and shoving it in too.  Hey—it was warm and comfy. 

Plutt tended to sleep in late on weekend mornings but she still moved quietly as she slipped into the bathroom.  She ignored the shower items in there now that she had the high-quality products from Ben.  She couldn’t resist brushing her teeth though before packing it and some other basic necessities. 

Still hungry, she left the bathroom for the kitchen.  There was rarely any food.  Good or healthy food anyway, but she figured what room was left in her duffel bag, she could fill it with what she could find. 

“You’re here?”  Plutt was in the living room.  Awake.

Rey jumped back; startled just like him.  “Yep,” she nodded.  She didn’t like that he was there.  Awake. 

He checked her room then?  His eyes went to her backpack and then dropped down her duffel pack. 

“Gonna get something to eat,” she said.  Plutt was behind her.  Which… he never left the recliner in the living room when he was out of his room. 

She realized why quickly though.  There, on the table, was a stack of money.  There was a slip of paper with a number beside it.  Rey flushed when she saw that the large stack was made of up one-hundred-dollar bills.   

Plutt stared at Rey.  It was the most he had ever looked at her all year.  “Someone came by,” He gestured toward the money as he walked up to the table.  “Said to let them know if I see you.” 

Ah, he must’ve checked her room this morning then.  Rey hope that it occurred before she turned on her phone at the bus stop and they were scrambling to find out where she was. 

“Are you going to?” Rey aimed to sound casual.  She was relieved that Plutt didn’t have his cell phone in his hand. 

“I get a lot of you reject kids cause I’m within the school boundary,” Plutt responded as he sat down the kitchen table.  The two rarely talked.  Thankfully.  “Not gonna fuck that up for some sniveling rich ass wipe.”

“I’m gonna take half of this,” Rey announced as she eased herself to the table, snatching over half.  When Plutt looked like he was about to argue with her, she gave him a steely look. “It’s because of me it’s here anyway.”  She busied herself by shoving the money into her backpack, not looking at him again.  Because she was sure as fuck taking that money.    

“I’m heading out,” Rey said.  Still maintaining casual cool.  “Thanks for everything.” 

“Wait,” Plutt protested.  Rey steeled herself for argument about the cash.  Or, that he was going to call Ben after all.

“Social services do a check-up the week after the fourth of July.  Like clock-work.  I can get checks for you over the summer and not have to have another twerp, er, kid here until school starts if you’re here for it.”    

Rey stared at Plutt.  He stared back.  It didn’t sound like her problem.  His eyes dropped down to the remaining cash.  “You can take the rest if you come back for that,” he added. 

Her hand snuck out, grabbing the wad before he changed his mind, “Fine, I’ll be back.”

“You fucking better.” Plutt crossed his arms.  “Where else am I going to go?” she retorted back.  He laughed, “Good point.  You have nobody.” 

Rey shoved the rest of the cash into her backpack.  If he thought his words would bother her, he was wrong.  He wasn’t the first shitty foster caretaker.  Besides, all she was feeling was relieved that she would be able get a new phone.  Not having a phone would’ve been absolutely brutal. 

Plutt watched her as she went to the sole food cupboard, asking her, “Where you going now?”  

“The Pacific.  Always wanted to see Washington,” Rey said offhandedly.  Casual cool.  She grabbed some crackers and a mostly-empty bag of chips. 

“Probably a good idea to take off,” Plutt grunted.  “But,” nodding toward her bag, “You don’t need to go today.  Get rested up first.”

It was then that Rey knew that Plutt would be making the requested call. 

He had been in her eyesight the whole time so she knew it hadn’t been made yet.  Rey shook her head. “Already have the travel plans in place.”  As expected and hoped, Plutt asked for Rey’s plans for the first time since she was placed in his care. 

“Gonna meet a friend at the high school here in a bit,” Rey shrugged nonchalantly. Like it was no big deal she was sharing it. “He’s gonna give me a ride to the train station the next city over.” 

Plutt looked like he wanted to ask another question but was totally unable to successfully make small talk.

She grabbed a hunk of cheese, some deli meat and a rare container of yogurt out of the fridge, ignoring the dirty look being thrown her way.  She looked up with a small smile, trying not to oversell it. “Riding the train across the country. Should be fun.”

Plutt grunted and glanced up at the clock. “Don’t forget about coming back for the social services check in.”

“I won’t.”  Rey had no intentions of ever coming back to this house.  She went over the counter and went through the mail, quickly grabbing anything with her name on it. 

“Okay, bye.” Rey went out the front door, letting it slam behind her. 

She moved quickly.  Rey felt oddly at home in Plutt’s neighborhood, more so than Ben’s neighborhood.  Safer too.  She knew the shadows even in daytime.  How to stay out of sight.     

She was going back to the bus stop.  It was risky but…

It had been almost an hour since she turned her phone on.  Maybe Ben was driving behind the bus to get her.  Or maybe he sent one of the other players. 

Maybe Plutt wasn’t calling that number after all.  Or maybe he was. 

Even then, Plutt would tell them about the high school meet up.  The train station the next town over.  Or about her plans to go to the west coast for the summer. 

She was counting on nobody expecting her to go back to the bus stop again. Or being able to get there before she could leave. On a bus this time.  In reality, Rey wasn’t sure where she was going though.  As expected, nobody she knew was at the bus stop the day after graduation.  The families from before were long gone. 

She glanced through her mail as she waited in line to buy a ticket.  Still unsure what ticket to buy.    

There was an official-looking letter from Kylo Foundation.  It took her second to remember what it was for but she recalled it being one the scholarships she had applied to.  A really good one. 

She ripped it open and her heart gave a little leap of joy as she read she was one of three finalist.  The letter informed her she needed to come in for interview in New York.  Not as common for scholarships but her history teacher did say it happened. In lieu of canned essays, or for hefty ones like this one.  The financial and housing benefits were unparalleled.

New York.  Where she had received multiple college acceptances.  Where she would have independent financial standing if she could get the scholarship from Kylo Foundation.  

This was it. 

Rey hugged the letter into her chest.  Oh, she needed this.

So, New York it was.  It would be easy to blend in there too.  There was a lightness in the air as she stepped up to the window to get her ticket.  The bus trip to New York was much longer with seven different stops.  It was leaving within minutes; she had barely made this one.  Everything was falling into place.  She would be out of this town in no time.

She had a fresh start ahead.  A future.  Cash.  She could do this.  She could.  Rey had done so many things in life alone and this wouldn’t be any different. 

Ben wanted to do it together. He wanted to do everything together.  Rey hushed the little voice in her head, reminding it that Ben also required his cum in one her holes. Finger fucked her against the wall, making her cum over and over. 

Was it so bad? Didn’t it feel good?  The voice piped up again before Rey pushed it down.  Way down.      

The bus was near empty and it took the road out by the nice part of town.  Rey recognized some of it from walking it that morning.  Good bye you stupid town, Rey swore at it.   

She recognized Ben’s family estate as she neared it.  The bus seats were up high and the sprawling estate was even larger than she realized.  And it looked even more foreboding and impressive from afar.    

Ben’s car was parked outside, no longer in the garage. Obviously, haven gone out at some point during the day. As the bus zoomed by, she noticed the dent on the top from when he jumped on top of his car when he chased her outside the library.

Before he had dry humped her on the ground.  Choked her out and stuffed her in his trunk.    

There were no other cars around.  Perhaps all the party-goers had been kicked away.  Maybe the rest of the hockey team was out searching for her.  Following a different bus. 

If she understood it right, Ben wasn’t going to the same school as they were.  He’d no longer have them around him. 

Ben wanted her around him.  He had asked her to stay.  He wanted her to stay.  Nobody had asked her stay before. 

Just like when he had smiled her, recollecting how she fought back.  How she fought the entire hockey team without hesitation.  He called her beautiful.  His eyes had been filled with such reverence.  Nobody had looked at her like that before. 

She stared off, thinking about Ben.  Looking at her. He said he loved her.  Not since her parents had anyone said that to her.

His parents were in Maine.  For some reason, it struck her that he was alone.  Like her. 

Rey turned away from the window. 

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New York wasn’t what Rey expected.  She was surrounded by people, yet she felt as alone as ever.  Luckily, Rey also felt empowered.  Free.  She couldn’t wait to start college, telling herself that it would be easy to make friends as they all would be new—a level playing field.

Rey was staying at hostels.  When she first arrived in the city, she switched every couple of days until she found one she liked the layout of and more-than-normal privacy.  With a number of weeks at the current location, the summer was already over half gone.

Rey was considered one of the regulars.  She was surrounded by friendly-enough people, she supposed, but she wasn’t really interested in quick connections.  She wanted relationships that would withstand the test of the time. 

Like her friendship with Rose.  After arriving in the city, Rey got a prepaid phone to replace the one she ditched to throw Ben and his cronies off her scent.  Rey reached out to Rose, craving the comfort of familiarity.  They texted regularly, like before, but also talked a couple times a week.  It helped.  

Until a conversation that took place recently.  Rose had squealed, “You didn’t tell me you had a boyfriend!” 

And Rey’s stomach dropped.  Already dreading what Rose was referring to.  Knowing that it could only be one person. 

Ben.

“He’s so hot and tall.  Mmmm-mmm… yes please!” Rose joked.  “I was dying!  That hair, he’s such your type—and smart too? He told me that you two battled it out…”  

Rey could hardly hear Rose.  The static in her ears was obnoxious and relentless, just like Ben.

“… but he’s the one that ended up being valediction, huh?  I told him that you never even mentioned it.  He didn’t seem to like that!” Rose’s laugh filled the airwaves.

Ben. 

He had apparently shown up in the town where Rey had lived before being placed with Plutt.  Rey wished she could’ve stayed there instead of being moved… that’s when she ended up within the school boundaries of where Ben matriculated. 

Identifying the high school Rey went to before would not have been hard; it would have been part of her school records.  The fact that Ben must’ve looked was disconcerting though.    

And finding Rose?  How had he figured that out?  Had he asked around?  True, Rey only hung out with Rose when she was there.  Just like she only hung out at the library once she arrived at Ben’s school. 

Or, did he recover things on the phone she abandoned?  Rose was the only one she called and texted regularly.  Rey’s mind went to Hux… Could he have hacked her phone even though she cleaned it?

“Why was he there?  Where did you see him?” The steadiness in Rey’s voice was surprising. 

“Ran into him at a gas station… Can you imagine the odds?  But you’re avoiding my question… Why didn’t you tell me!”  Rose hardly took a breath, rambling on as usual.  “For what it’s worth, he said he regrets what happened after graduation.  His words were, and I quote, I should have never let her go.  He looked so mad… not at you or anything, like mad at himself?”

Rose laughed as she let Rey know, “By then, I knew enough not to say you never mentioned him… like ever…”

So many words laid on the tip of Rey’s tongue, but she couldn’t bring herself to speak any more than she could stop the buzzing in her ears.   

She believed that Rose would never accept money to report back to someone… But what if Rose’s phone was bugged now or something?  Rey didn’t know how that would even be possible, but up until three seconds ago, she wouldn’t have thought Ben “bumping” into Rose to be conceivable either. 

Oblivious to Rey’s spiraling thoughts, Rose’s voice was light-hearted as she continued on. “I played it like I knew.  Seemed like it would’ve crushed his poor little heart to hear that it wasn’t that big of a deal to you.  Obviously, it wasn’t…” Rose’s tone shifted into full accusatory mode. “…if you didn’t feel bothered enough to tell your bestie about it.”

“What did you say?” Rey asked.  “To him?”  Rey’s mind frantically rewound everything she had shared with Rose during their conversations over the summer weeks.  Details that Rose could’ve shared with Ben, not realizing it would be a big deal.

What if he had shared some sob story about being worried about Rey?  Let me know if you hear from her, he could've pleaded.  Please.  So few people could resist… Ben was charming, handsome.   

Rey had told Rose she was in New York.  Not ideal if that was mentioned, but the city was huge.  But did she mention the specific hostel?  Rey couldn’t recall. 

Rey knew she shared she technically accepted admission offers from three different colleges here.  And she knew she said which ones.  Having that information would help Ben narrow down where to look.  If he wanted to search for her.

He did.  A little voice piped up in the back of Rey’s mind.  He would.  Saying what she had avoided since arriving.

Rey was waiting to see what she learned from the Kylo Foundation to decide which university she’d actually end up at.  Ben knowing that wouldn’t be ideal either, but maybe that information was ambiguous?  Especially since Rey was sure she didn’t mention Kylo Foundation specifically, just that she had to interview for a scholarship.  How it covered so much—housing, food allowance, all the tuition and books.

That interview was coming up.  Rey had set that up a couple of weeks ago.  The call was nerve-wracking from the beginning.   Rey hated how much she despised the questions being asked.  How paranoid she was.  Where will you be staying when you come for the meeting?   Rey had bit her tongue to avoid blasting them as to why they would possibly want to know that.  Which was good… because the person went on to offer to send a car for her.  Rey had agreed, giving an address of a Starbucks, blocks away from her hostel.

Well… blocks away from her soon-to-be previous hostel.  She already knew she was going to switch places after she hung up with Rose, as she was unable to recall if she gave her specific location.  She refused to underestimate Ben’s underhandedness again.

“Don’t stress… I didn’t say much to him, more like I spoke with my eyes.  I glared at him real good, like he had messed up." Rose giggled. "Told him that the lesson is to learn from his mistakes.”

Rey’s mouth went instantly dry.  Ben being taught a lesson?  One that contracted one of his own no less. I don’t make mistakes.  That’s what he said when she tried to escape the library.  She had ran, thankful to have avoided being punished... not realizing he had more lofty plans for her.  Once out in the parking lot, Rey had hoped him pursuing her would be caught on camera.  Of course, Hux deleted any proof of that, including her being stuffed in Ben’s trunk and driven away. 

Rey would’ve thought Ben would be agitated at Rose’s words, but she was taken off-guard yet again when Rose shared, “He seemed a bit happier after that.  Said he already did.  One of his buddies was there too and they laughed… joked about him being real good with lessons.”

Fucker.  Rey’s mind emptied out, leaving it to be consumed only by her rage toward Ben and his taunting stupid lessons. 

Don’t speak unless spoken to.

Good girls get rewards.

Patience is key.  Followed by Ben letting her know, And sweetie, I’m patient as fuck.

There was also I’ll be nice to you if you be nice to me.  Rey wasn’t sure if that was an “official” lesson or not. 

Like it mattered. 

Fuck all his lessons.

Rose pushed the conversation on, “So… what did happen?  Why didn’t you say anything about him before?”

Guess Rey could’ve told her…  About that first encounter in the library and being overpowered by Ben and the starting line-up of the hockey team.   She could’ve shared that the players restrained her.  How the rich, handsome homecoming king spanked her pussy and ate her out.  Made her cum.  Hard.  That the others watched and then later pretended she didn’t exist… on Ben’s orders. 

Sharing that would have been easier than vocalizing what happened to her after the graduation ceremony—him kidnapping her as a graduation gift to himself.

Rey’s first time was with her captor.  I want it to be consensual, Ben had said.  And he got it.  Rey had been broken down, physically and emotionally, and after Ben’s mom had come in and been so cold toward Ben and dismissive to her, Rey had given in. 

Perhaps it was an effort to take charge of what was inevitably going to happen anyway.  For some reason—one that she still didn’t understand—she also wanted to give Ben a special night.  She wanted that for him—to have something given rather than taken. 

That feeling hadn’t last, however, especially when another lesson was shared after—how Ben’s cum belongs in one of her holes.  Ben hand fed Rey his cum after she ensured he didn’t nut inside her. 

Then he had let her go.  Much to her relief and low-key disbelief.

Of course, within the hour, she learned that he had her phone tagged.  GPS tracking or something.  Sent his boys after her when she walked out rather than take a ride.  Then she sent them all on a wild goose chase by abandoning her phone on a bus heading out of town. 

“He said he shouldn’t have let me go?” Rey repeated back what Rose told her.  “He didn’t have a choice.  I was never his.”

“Oh.”  Rose cleared her throat, picking up on Rey’s tone. “Is… is he a creep?  He seemed so sincere; him and his buddy started telling jokes, funny stories.  Like they mentioned the library; I remembered you always liked to stay there.  He said you always looked so comfy on these really big beanbags?”  Her voice became softer, and Rose sounded embarrassed.  “He made it sound like you guys were real close…”

Rey huffed silently thinking about how she had been starfished on one of those large beanbags.  It was then that Rey knew then she would need to tell Rose everything—sooner than later—but not over the phone.  It felt too heavy.  Not comfortable either with her now-prevalent concerns that maybe Rose’s phone was bugged or something. 

“We had one special night together,” Rey shared, not lying.  Not really.  That’s what she told Ben it would be.  “Then we went our separate ways.”

“Ahhh,” Rose breathed a sigh of relief.  “I get it.  Dude is simping for your ass now!  Hah—damn straight!”  There was a short pause.  “But not in a creepy way?  ‘Cause, um, his friend asked me out on a date.  Hot too… Hux, do you know him?  Gave me his number.  I didn’t tell him one way or another; wanted to talk to you first.”

“They’re players.  I wouldn’t mess with them,” Rey advised.  Then she added with a stern voice, “At all.”  She didn’t want Rose to be sucked into any of it.  

“Should’ve known.  Too damn fine for their own good.” Rose’s voice trailed off, unable to mask her disappointment. 

“What did you tell Hux?” Rey inquired. 

“That I needed to consult with my bestie, obs.”  Rose’s voice lacked the energy she had at the beginning of the conversation. “Bummer.  He gave me a hug—Hux, not your hottie—and it was like the best ever.  He asked how long he had to wait, as in when I was going to talk to you next.” 

Rose sighed, “It was like he wanted us to go out that second.  Even offered to call you directly and ask for permission.  It… it was funny at the time.” 

“Sorry,” Rey offered up. 

“Yeah, me too.” Rose managed a small laugh. “Damn, I wanted to climb him like a tree.”   

“You never gave him my number, or they didn’t see it, did they?”

“Nope.”  Rose hesitated though. “I mean, he took my phone and entered his number himself.  Though…”  There was another pause.  “He accidently exited out or something but it’s not like your number is saved under Rey or anything; it’s still saved as—"

“Don’t say it.  Delete his number.  Honestly… I’d get a new phone.” Rey tried to keep her tone light, even if her words weren’t.  “And if you ever run into them again, don’t say anything about me.  I don’t want him, and like I said, we’ve gone our separate ways.” 

Rey imagined an undercover Ben in all black listening in on with one headphone pressed to his ear, hearing those words coming in.  I don’t want you—take that!  She almost laughed at the image, knowing that Ben wouldn’t be bothered with such a tedious task.  But it wasn’t funny.  Not at all. 

“Uh… okay?  Been wanting to upgrade, I guess.  There’s more going on, isn’t there?  Do I need to worry about you?”

“I’ll tell you more when I see you,” Rey promised.  “For right now, just want to maintain a clean break.” 

“Damn—it’s like that?  He’s a stage four clinger?”

Rey again tried to keep it light.  “You know how it is… everyone loves me.”

“Yes, we do,” Rose laughed.  “Can you blame us?”  With that, Rose thankfully moved on, telling Rey about a cute new co-worker at the summer job she worked at. 

Rey forced herself not to rush off the phone, but was super thankful when it was over.  She had already corralled the raging emotions that had coursed through her body.  She definitely appreciated Rose’s tact in a blind situation.  She was a loyal friend to the end.

Hours later though, when Rey was lying in bed at a new hostel, she still couldn’t shake the feelings of dread.  She pulled the oversized hockey hoodie tight around her body.  She only pulled it out at night because it had Ben’s name on it.  She used it as a second blanket, telling herself she was thankful it no longer smelled like him. 

She had moved on. 

Unlike Ben. 

Had she thought he would?

Yes.

Liar, that little voice piped up again.  If she truly believed it, why all the internal pep talks since that day to be ready for anything, she asked herself.  Why always keeping an eye on exits? 

Rey had definitely packed on some muscle with the free weights at her current hostel.  Wanting to be stronger.  And she went running regularly in parks.  She ran.  Ran. Ran. Ran. Exercising her lungs. Ensuring a high endurance level.  So she’d be ready to run at a second’s notice. 

All that—yet Rey was completely thrown off guard when Rose started talking about Ben.  It was frustrating. 

The worst part was when Rey started packing her stuff up to change hostels—her pussy tingled as her heart pounded.         

Ben had done that to her.  Conditioned that response in her.

Sure, she had been on edge since arriving in New York.  But this—the readiness for fight, the memories of their special night—had her body reacting. 

The more Rey tried not to think about Ben…  his body…  his touch... his tongue…  fingers... his thick cock…  …the more the thoughts overtook her brain.    

As she moved swiftly through the faceless crowd around her on the sidewalk, Rey was filled with trepidation.  But as before, it was laced with resolve. 

With want too, she had to admit to herself.  She almost wished everything that her and Ben had done had been uncomfortable.  Miserable.  Unpleasurable.  It had been anything but.  Even the memory of those damn pussy smacks made her warm and tingly.  And she hated those.  Just like she hated Ben. 

Rey presented a reserved exterior, one that she had gotten so good at, when she checked into the new hostel.  As she went up to the shared room, she accepted the fact—truly accepted it—that one day Ben might stand in front of her.

Never should have let her go.  That’s what Ben told Rose apparently. 

Rey needed to figure out what she would do when that day happened. 

x-x-x-x

It was raining the day of her scholarship interview, and Rey was thankful for the provided pick-up.  She was expecting an Uber or Lyft sent her way but it was a sleek black car with a driver that came around and opened the door for her. 

If that didn’t scream money, the building where the Kylo Foundation offices were housed sure did.  Security was prevalent and it made Rey wonder what other offices were in the smallish high-rise.  Doors were opened for Rey, buttons pushed on the elevator, and soon she found herself in an open area on the fifth floor with only one other person. 

The lady was no-nonsense.  Confirming basic information. 

“Do you understand what I am asking you?” The lady’s tone was sharp.

Rey nodded, unsure what caused the increase in annoyance. 

“An attempt was made to confirm today’s appointment yesterday and the number you provided, the one that you just verified as accurate, gave an error message.  It is not a working number.”  The lady’s eyes bored into Rey.

Rey shrugged, like it was no big deal.  “Temporarily disconnected.”  She even flashed a small smile. “Could really use this scholarship.” 

The lady hummed, her eyes narrowing.  “Yes, I suppose you do.”  Her gaze swept over Rey’s outfit, lingering at Rey’s shoes. 

Rey’s outfit was second-hand, but looked nice.  Her shoes didn’t match the vibe of the outfit.  Okay, so they were super casual but Rey didn’t want to spend what precious money she had left on shoes she’d potentially only wear once. 

Luckily, the lady didn’t push the lack of a working phone number.  Rey’s new burner phone was tucked away at the bottom of her bag but she wasn’t ready to give out her number unnecessarily.   

“All checked in?” A shorter man had walked in so quiet that Rey hadn’t noticed.  The lady indicated yes and made the introductions.  The man was Mitaka, the chief accountant for the Kylo Foundation. 

It seemed odd for someone in that position to be involved in a college freshman scholarship.  Guess the scholarship did have to do with money allocations, Rey told herself, willing her paranoia away.  It was one thing to be prepared if—when—Ben appeared but her past interactions with him had made her overly skeptical about everything.     

Mitaka pivoted on his heels and began walking away.  When Rey remained still, the lady clicked her tongue. “Follow him.”

“Oh,” Rey jumped and scurried to catch up.  She couldn’t decide if they were all really weird or this is what people with money acted like in New York. 

She almost ran into Mitaka when he stopped abruptly in front of two large wood doors. 

His lips pierced together, and he eyed her.  Rey waited patiently, not bothering to come up with a reason for his behavior. 

“You are about to meet with Snoke.”  Mitaka paused, looking expectantly at Rey now that she had that information. 

“Okay…” Rey responded and when Mitaka said nothing more, she talked to fill the dead silence.  “If I recall correctly, he’s the president of the organization.”

Mitaka’s mouth grew tighter yet, clearly unsatisfied with her reaction.  “You will not meet his expectations.” 

Rey slipped into her ‘grown-ups are dumbasses’ mode, where she went along with whatever was said.  She mastered it pretty well over the years dealing with overworked staff from social services.  Her face schooled into a neutral expression, bracing herself to hear a lot of shit in the next thirty minutes or so.  Lectures? Faux concern? Accusations? Sympathy?  All had been thrown at her, one time or another. 

“You will not be dealing with him directly after today.” 

Rey nodded and there was another long pause. 

Mitaka leaned forward and spoke in a hushed tone.  “One person already dropped out.  Snoke’s interpersonal skills, well…”  The older man looked pained and he glanced at the closed door. 

“I understand,” Rey reached out, putting her hand on Mitaka’s forearm.  She did too.  Basically, don’t let the asshole behind the door scare her off.  Shit, she lived with Plutt for almost a year.  And she had been kidnapped and manipulated by Ben.  So, yeah, she would be just fine. 

Unlike her, the dude behind the desk—otherwise known as Snoke as Mitaka introduced them once they walked in—was definitely, most assuredly, not fine.  He was old and decrepit, looking like he was about to keel over at any moment.  Like he was staying alive out of pure spite. 

Mitaka spoke the most, telling her the scholarship requirements (maintain a 4.0, no pressure or anything) and the allowance (it was insane hearing them out loud).  Then basic questions were asked.  Rey’s aspirations.  What mechanisms she had in place to be successful.

“Why was I given the opportunity to interview?” Rey inquired when she was ‘allowed’ to ask questions.  “It would seem this scholarship would be highly sought after.” 

“Yes indeed.  Why you?” Snoke made a humming noise that seemed to come from his nose.  His eyes roaming over her was unnerving.  “Come closer child.”

“No.”  Rey remained in her seat.  Unmoving. 

Snoke chuckled and Mitaka looked nervous off to the side, blurting out, “It’s your school.” 

Rey parroted back, “My school?”

Snoke’s eyes didn’t leave her.  “It’s true.  You are inconsequential.  A means to an end.”

Now Rey was smart and was able to read between the lines.  “You… you want me to be a liaison between the foundation and my old school?” 

Was it donations that they were seeking? Leia, Ben’s mother, was hardly the only prominent parent at the school.  Maybe Rey would be used for connections?  If so, she really wasn’t the right person.  She knew no one.  Other than Ben and the damn hockey team. 

“May I suggest Ben Solo?  He was valedictorian and seems to be more suitable for what you are looking for.” The words flowed out, and then Rey clamped her mouth shut.  She blamed recently talking about Ben as to why she would even say such a thing.

“I am aware of the Solo family,” Snoke sneered.  “Do you really think he or the others at that school need for a scholarship like this?  We’ve been waiting for someone… like you.” 

“I’m not going back to that school.” Rey said plainly.  No way, no how.  “I’m not going to a mouthpiece for… I don’t even know what it is that your organization does.”

“Nobody is asking you to,” Mitaka jumped in.  “At least not in the beginning.”

“You will not be associated with Kylo Foundation until you show your worth.”  Snoke’s face wrinkled up with disdain.  “That’s all we need, invest in someone and then you drop out.  Or, get pregnant.  No, you’re a long-term investment, like our other funded students.”

That actually made Rey feel better.  “Other students?”

“You thought you were the only one?  That you were special?”

Mitaka spoke up immediately after Snoke said those words.  “Yes, other students.  We have a building that houses all those in our scholarship program. Mainly doctoral students, but one, Finn… well, something happened and they are no longer with us, leaving a last minute vacancy.  This is the first time we’ve opened the scholarship up to undergraduate students.  And yes, the school you went to was one of our targeted schools.” Mitaka admitted. “But all we need from you now is to continue your commitment to academic excellence.  Aided by the benefits we would provide to you.”

Mitaka took a deep calming breath, despite his tone being even and unrushed.  “When you succeed, then it would be asked that you return to your school and speak highly of your experience and how you were aided by us.  Nothing more.” 

“No one will know I am part of this until then?”  The words sounded funny coming out, and Snoke’s smirk made her uneasy.  Though Rey wasn’t entirely sure Snoke had ever stopped smirking. 

“You will be referred to as we began laying the groundwork, but never by name or anything that would identify you.” Mitaka glanced over at Snoke.  Rey did not; she could still feel him staring at her though.  “We are very interested in you, Rey, and believe this could be a mutually beneficial arrangement." 

“Can I see the acceptance agreement?” Rey wanted to verify it wasn’t in writing that she had to go back to the school and speak about them. 

As long as it wasn’t, she knew she would say yes.  Because of her own life lessons.  Make the most of whatever you can get.  The most of every situation.  The scholarship would pay for her school.  Tuition.  Books.  Food allowance.  Even discretionary funds.   

In reviewing the contract—and seeing that future actions were not technically mandatory—Rey saw that not only would her housing be covered, she would have her very own one-bedroom apartment.  She could even decorate it herself.  Even if she stayed there for one year only, perhaps she could get a job and start saving.

She could get a security system to alleviate any concerns that Ben might show up.  Not to mention, Rey told herself, it’s not like if Ben really wanted to find her, he would, whether it was a shitty hostel or an actual place of her own. 

That really didn’t make her feel better. 

“Are you still interested?” Mitaka asked, his voice not revealing any preference. 

Rey made her decision. “Yes.  When will a decision be made?”

Snoke didn’t answer her question, rather asking one of his own. “You think you’re deserving?” 

Rey didn’t answer; it helped knowing that it wasn’t a one-sided relationship.  They wanted her as much as she needed the funding.  Instead, she replied back, “You have my application.  Let me know what you decide.”  Rey stood up, looking to end the conversation. 

“You have spirit,” Snoke spat out, but it didn’t sound much like a compliment. 

If it’s too good to be true, it usually is, Rey laughed silently as she recalled the age-old saying.  No worries here—Snoke was an ass.  And they just wanted to use her to gain access to her former school.  To the parents.  Probably even some of the students.  Most were already set up for success with promised prominent roles the minute they were born.  Like Phasma.  Even without a degree, Rey had heard Phasma was being appointed to a top position within some industry empire. 

Rey re-asked her question, “When will a decision be made?”

“Soon,” Mitaka answered.  Kinda.  “We will contact the number on file.” 

Rey almost shared her new number but stopped.  The only person that had it was Rose.  “My number is out-of-order.  I will swing by next week.” 

With that, the meeting was done.  Mainly because Rey walked out.  There was nothing more to be said anyway.  Either they wanted her or not. 

x-x-x-x

The following week, Rey found herself at the address she noticed when Mitaka let her glance over the formal scholarship agreement.  It would be where she would live if she got the scholarship.  It was a beautiful building.  Old, but clearly well-maintained.  A good tax write-off, no doubt, considering how it was being used. 

When someone came out of the building, distracted and on their phone, Rey grabbed the door and slipped inside, walking cautiously down the hardwood floors of the hall.  She could hear a TV outside one door, some reality show playing a little too loudly.  She only knew it because everyone at her school used to talk about it all the time.  Rey preferred books. 

Rey didn’t really know what she was expecting to discover coming here, but it felt necessary.  Like due diligence to check it out.  She never had that luxury before, rather the social worker just took her to the next placement and told her it was her new home. 

A female stepped out of one of the residences and jumped a bit when she saw Rey standing there.  Guess it did look funny.  Especially since it was supposed to be a secure building.  Which it was obviously not, reaffirming Rey’s decision to get some type of security system for her place.

“Can I help you?” The other girl was older than Rey and she had short dark hair and sharp features.  She looked like she could kick someone’s ass which Rey found reassuring. 

“Uh, checking the place out,” Rey admitted, realizing how bad that sounded as soon as it came out.

The other girl’s eyes narrowed.  “Why?”

“Might be moving in,” Rey went ahead and said it.  “Being considered for a scholarship.”

“You look young. You a child prodigy?”

Rey laughed despite herself.  “No, but I guess it’s the first time they are considering undergraduates students…”  She shrugged, “Honestly, they want access to my high school.   A way to get to the people there.”  Rey wasn’t sure if she was supposed to share that, but it was the truth. 

It made the other girl’s face relax and she spoke casually, “Sounds like Kylo.  Always an ulterior motive.” 

“The foundation… are they shady?” Rey was prompted to ask. 

“I mean, probably.  Aren’t all nonprofits?” The cynical tone was not missed.  “Kylo doesn’t do anything if there’s not a benefit to be had.”

Rey looked around, and then went for it.  “How’s living here?  Anything that I should know about?”

The girl looked bored.  “The wi-fi signal is strong.  They take care of the place.  You know the benefits from these scholarships are unprecedented… it was a no-brainer for me.”

Rey wondered how she could ask why this upperclassman was selected.  What was the angle for her?  But Rey couldn’t come with anything that didn’t sound rude. 

The other girl sounded impatient as she told Rey, “Here, I’ll walk you out.” 

Rey knew it would be weird to stick around any longer in the building’s hallway when she didn’t live there and so she followed the other girl, even when she took off for the other side of the building. 

Rey must’ve had a questioning look on her face because the other student huffed, “If you go out the back way and down the alley, it’s only about two blocks to the train.” 

“Oh.”  Rey mustered up, almost jogging to keep up. 

She froze though… as she neared the last door on the right.  It was really light, but Rey knew that smell.

Ben.

Well, maybe his cologne anyway. 

“What?” The girl noticed Rey stopped.

Rey didn’t answer, but stared at the door.  It couldn’t be Ben.  Not for real.  It’s not like Rey had ‘smelled’ him since she was at his house.  In his room.  Snuggled up in his blankets.  Her body smushed up against his. 

“Hello?” The girl waved her hand to get Rey’s attention but Rey still didn’t respond. 

“Do you have issues?” The girl sounded put out.  “Should I call Mitaka?” 

“No.” Rey shook herself out of it.  “No.  Sorry, first time I won’t be living at home,” she threw out.  

“Fucking-A…” the other girl swore under her breath.  “This is probably why they don’t mess with teenagers.” She sighed, “Look, what’s your name?”

“Rey.” She whispered it, still looking at the door. She couldn’t even smell anything anymore; the other female's own perfume covering up anything Rey may or may not have picked up on. 

“Bazine.” The girl introduced herself. “Look Rey, I know being away from daddy and mommy for the first time is scary—”

“Who lives here?” Rey cut her off, not really meaning to.  Rey pointed to the door where she thought she caught of a wift of... well, Ben.

Any effort to be cordial disappeared and Bazine stepped back, looking at Rey guardedly.  “Right… you sneak in and now you want me to tell you the names of people who live here?  You seem full of shit.” Bazine fished out her phone. “I need to call—”

“No, no,” Rey snapped out of it.  “Sorry, I really am being considered for the scholarship.  Just anxious, I guess.”

Bazine didn’t call anyone but she did gesture firmly toward the door.  “You need to leave."

Rey knew her behavior seemed weird, but…. fuck… 

Rey went ahead and exited the building with Bazine following after her.  She didn’t feel offended when Bazine didn’t say good bye or anything after Rey did.  Talk about an unfortunate first impression.  She needed to get it together.   

She couldn't even be sure that she had really caught that scent. Rey had been extra jumpy after her call with Rose the other week after all.  Besides, it's not like no one else had access to the same cologne or soap that Ben used.  Any outlandish possibility that Ben had been on the other side of the door was Rey’s mind playing with her.  Tapping into her overly paranoid thoughts. 

There’d be no reason for Ben to be there. 

Snoke had spoke the truth when he said that people that Ben didn't need scholarships.

And when Rey swung by the foundation’s offices the next week and the scholarship was formally offered, she went ahead and signed on the dotted line.   

Chapter Text

The first time Ben laid eyes on Rey, it was lunch period.  School had only started and already he was bored.  Formal hockey practice wouldn’t start for another month and while he was willing and ready to put in the work, he knew that the team would make it to state again and successfully defend their title.  They would be the undisputed champions. 

His classes were challenging by comparison to the others offered.  Not to mention, the school had an untouchable reputation as being one of the best.  Many wanted to go there, but few families could afford to live in the district.  Nonetheless, the fact remained that Ben already felt uninspired with the lessons.

Ben had been poking his lunch—prepared by some employee of his mother’s and destined to be thrown away—when he had felt compelled to look up, not really understanding why.   He remembered frowning, tuning out those talking so that he could peer around with focus.  All the while, wondering why he was doing it.  

Until he laid eyes on her.  She was a beautiful creature, no doubt, but it was the way that she held herself that got his attention.  Her energy, though obtrusive, was magnetic. 

She hadn’t been there when school started the previous week—Ben would’ve noticed—so it was safe to assume that she was a transfer student.  Ben knew every single person that went at his high school, even the ones that he didn’t like, as most of them had gone to the same educational institutions since the beginning.  Not to mention, Ben went beyond knowing more than just a face and a name.  He sized them up.  Figured out their weakness.  Determined points of exploitation.  Strengths for capitalization.

Every single person knew Ben too.  After all, money tends to travel in the same circles… and his family was in the center of them.  It was apparent that Rey didn’t exist as part of these type of circles.  Of any circle.   Though… interestingly enough, she seemed oblivious to that fact.  He had assumed that would change.  It always did. 

When Ben had seen her across the courtyard, she was engaged in a school tour.  Her backpack was faded; her clothes simple.  Well-worn too and Ben was doubtful they reflected any of the name brands found on the other students at the school. 

His school.  His kingdom.  His well-curated environment of adoring and appreciative subjects.  Girls.  Guys. Teachers.  It wasn’t necessarily confined to the borders of the district either. 

Rey clearly didn’t belong.  A nobody amongst those clamoring to improve their hierarchical placement on life's totem pole.  That in itself made her atypical in an extraordinary way.

As she was led across the grounds, she carved out a place in Ben’s space rather than show any attempt to settle into it. Ben watched her scan the room.  He could almost hear her brain ticking as she assessed those that would now be her classmates.  He believed her capable of seeing the hierarchal balance that existed in his kingdom.  Her eyes touched on him, but didn’t linger. 

That was new.  Girls, guys alike, couldn’t get enough of him.  They either wanted to ride his dick or his shirttails—everyone fucking loved him. Yet, that day and the weeks that followed, Rey didn’t get with the program.

Ben framed it as refreshing.  He appreciated the almost-indifference because it was so rare.  It would only be a matter of time that it would all change so Ben allowed himself to relish it while he could.  Soon Rey would know, just as the others knew, who he was.  What he was. 

And then Rey would find herself kneeling before Ben.  Metaphorically.  Literally too… if Ben allowed it.  If he granted her the privilege to scale the walls around him.  She would claim her reward, slotting her body between his legs.  She would gaze up upon him and silently make promises.  Ones that entailed pleasure for them both.

That imagery played in Ben’s mind for weeks—producing a heat never felt before.  It festered deep in his gut and threatened to invade his heart.  That an unknown nobody could bring such warmth to him, without his consent, filled Ben with unease.  That too was an unfamiliar feeling.

Ben had a lot of power—earned, given, and taken.  It gave him a chill, a sweet internal shiver, when it coursed through his veins.  The simmering heat derived from Rey threatened that coolness… but as the weeks went on, he came to the conclusion it wasn’t entirely unwelcomed.  Rather nice actually.

Because of that, Ben vowed that when Rey kneeled before him, in whatever context, he would accept her into the most sacred circle of all: the one just for him and her.  Never ending and constant.

It had been a rash conclusion perhaps, risky too, but Ben felt confident with the decision.  His curiosity as to what it would be like—to have Rey—grew as steadily as the heat within. But Ben gave it time… He was as patient as hell.  It was a lesson he bestowed on his team.  His crew.  His knights, he called them in his head.  After all… he was a king.  He had been crowned—literally—at school during Homecoming a month into the school year.

Ben thought for sure it would happen then—that Rey, as by then he knew her name, would fall into place as everyone else did at school.  (Really, the whole damn city.  His family reigned supreme.)

By then, Rey had to know his name too.  She had to know where Ben was on the totem pole as well as her own placement.  They were in most of the same classes.  Honors, no less.  Even put into projects together.  Hux called her a know-it-all, but Ben saw a fighter.  She was driven and Ben was the first to say she was the smartest person he knew.  Besides himself. 

Once he had been crowned at the Homecoming coronation—proof of his rule—Ben had damn near salivated knowing that it was inevitable now.  Rey would join the others and fall into place.  Ben had felt benevolent in his willingness to accept her despite being made to wait.  

By then, Ben knew that he would welcome her into his arms.  Into his life. 

Into his bed. 

That was one place no one had ever been before.  His knights knew that Ben didn’t partake directly in the same activities as they did. 

He was certainly a speculator.  As the ruler, the king, shows got put for him.  Jousting, acts by a jester… those were popular centuries ago.  Ben was entertained similarly.  His knights fought for top position; Hux ultimately winning and maintaining that position.  They humored themselves—and in turn, Ben—with their choice of playthings within Ben’s kingdom.

Ben had consumed the performances.  He’d set up matches…. A line of willing girls, naked and squirming, legs opened and their soiled pussies already glistening in anticipation.  His knights’ mouths hovering over them, waiting for the sign from Ben.  Then the competition would begin.  Ben would watch with interest… who would win by being the first in making their girl cum, but also what made the girls react.  Not the loudest—Ben hated showboating—but the small inflections.  He watched with aloofness and a hidden alertness.

The female lucky enough to win would be given a minute to catch her breath—everyone else was made to halt and stand up.  The girls would be flushed, shaky on their legs, breathless and wanting of more.  His knights didn’t seem any better off—horny and ready to stick in something other than their tongue. 

In private, Ben let his knights know that it was a lesson in control.  They always got to pull their toys into a different room and fuck them eventually but they have to be control of their desires. 

It was also a lesson in following Ben.  Being part of his world meant rewards and pleasures, if one was willing to follow his rules unconditionally. 

Finally, it was a lesson that winners win.  Hux typically won each time.  (Ben was convinced he practiced in his (little) spare time away from Ben which he didn’t fault.)  It allowed Hux to show that he was second-in-command for a reason and he got the perk to choose what female he wanted in future games. 

And there were a lot of them.  Pussy fun dip wasn’t as fun to watch, nor was cum face wars, but even the ones that didn’t have inherent lessons built in, Ben still could find value in what they provided to his team… earned relaxation and enjoyment.  Ben was not a tyrant after all. 

Whether his knights thought Ben didn’t engage in that stuff publicly or not at all, they never asked once over the years.  Wise of them. 

That was all going to change with Rey. She was going to throw herself at his feet, beg for attention and he would graciously bestow it upon her. 

Confident, smart Rey. 

But….

Then…

It didn’t. 

Repeated affirmations and consistent confirmations that Ben was king—the best in every aspect—fell to deaf ears, shown to blind eyes. 

With all her intelligence, she failed to see Ben in front of her.

Months already into the school year, Rey remained distant and unaware of her place.  She was cordial in their group projects, but when Ben was forced to examine their ‘relationship’, it almost appeared that interacting with him took effort on her part.

There was even talk that she was vying for valedictorian, her transfer credits holding up and current effort putting her in the running for Ben’s rightful place amongst his classmates.  Valedictorian was the final piece in his legacy at the school.  There would be nothing that he didn’t dominate.  His parents would have no choice but recognize him for what he was… an unrelentless powerful force that could and would consume anything in his path.  Everything.  Everyone.

Except Rey.

Ben hadn’t meant to allow Rey to permeate him.  But he also hadn’t tried to contain the warm waves that washed over him each time he thought of, or was around, Rey.  No, Ben had relished in it.  Swam in it.  He had an appreciation that no one, no one thing, had the capacity to do that to him except her.

Rey hadn’t taken advantage of her situation, not even exploring what was possible.  So… Ben made the decision to initiate the next step.  He wasn’t above reaching out.  After all, he had hand-selected his knights back in middle school. 

Doing so for romantic and sexual purposes was unchartered territory.  He hadn’t even used that group of words together in conjunction with himself before, truth be told. 

But Ben did it.  He asked a girl out.  Not on a date—not really—it was for so much more.  He kept his words vague, yet extended the olive branch that would serve as a bridge.  To allow a girl to jump onto his totem pole, no pun intended.  To finally assume her place in his kingdom.

It happened that one time. 

That girl was Rey. 

And she said no. 

Chapter Text

Rey shoved the items into the gym locker.  As a university student, she had access to the state-of-the-art fitness center.  Her student ID was needed to get in but no registration was required for the lockers; one just had to supply their own lock and it had to be emptied and re-claimed each semester. 

There were very few other students milling around that early AM and even if they did look her way, all that they would see being put in the metal confines was inconspicuous—some joggers, a tee, socks, a pair of worn shoes.  If they stared, which nobody was, maybe they’d catch a glimpse of folded-up undergarments.  The pile was topped with notably cheap headphones.  Once shoved in, Rey threw in a couple of energy bars off to the side.

What was wrapped up inside the bundle of clothes was a little more valuable.  Especially to Rey.  There was an unopened prepaid cell phone with the activation code on standby.  There was a small handheld lock safe with cash.  If discovered and stolen, it wasn’t like it couldn’t be broken, but at least it’d require more work and effort. 

It was everything that Rey had wished for when she had walked out of Ben’s house that day.

Rey didn’t plan on opening that locker regularly, going ahead and also claiming a second one beside it for actual use.  She’d make sure there was no dust collecting on the heavy-duty combination lock hanging on the outside of her emergency supplies.  She didn’t pick a key lock in case she was in a position where she didn’t have the key on hand or was unable to retrieve it. And Rey purposely picked two lockers that were close as she knew it would give her a sense of peace looking at it each time she came to work out.

If necessary, she also knew she could get into the gym saying she forgot her ID in the locker.  She’d be able to retrieve her stuff and get scanned—but on the way out.

Rey also scouted out the library—which she could matriculate without a school ID.  Unlike the one in high school, the university library was four floors and insanely expansive.  Rey spent many individual studying sessions there, rotating around, finding the areas in the library that were rarely populated.  She assessed which rows of books that seem to remain untouched for all time. 

Then Rey began to slip gift cards into those books, using double-sided tape to secure them in the inside of the cover.  No two cards in one book and she varied the placement across the top to bottom shelves.  Sure, if someone ultimately did look or check out one of those books, they’d get an unexpected surprise, but Rey had more money than she ever had thanks to the Kylo Foundation and it was a risk she was willing to take.     

She picked gift cards that didn’t expire, such as convenience stores, some fast-food joints, a chain clothing shop, and a couple of others.  Places that would tide her over if she had to go on the run.  In another section of the library, one that had mainly metal shelving, she placed a couple of magnetic little key boxes under the ledge of the bottom shelf.   The contents being a number of folded up twenties.  They were undetectable unless you crouched down, almost to the floor, and looked up underneath.  Which nobody ever did, or would.

Separately, copies of her social security card and birth certificate were uploaded to a cloud service, the lifetime subscription covered by a prepaid VISA card so there would be no link to her—thus rounding out Rey’s ready-to-escape plans. 

It’s what she had come up with when evaluating what she would do if she and Ben were ever to meet up again… It wasn’t a solution, because she didn’t know what to expect, but rather designed to be a bridge, a life jacket, as she figured out her next steps. 

In case things went awry, Rey also wrote up a note about Ben’s past ‘interest’ in her and uploaded that too.  Maybe Rey read too many novels during her time hanging out at the high school library—oh, how she missed those days—but she figured that she could text Rose the username and password to the cloud account if she became at risk.  That way, if anything happened to her, it would put Ben as a suspect.

She listed the rest of the hockey team too.  She didn’t actually know their names, not caring when she first arrived at that school. Not caring later either; giving them nicknames instead.  Besides Hux, there was the Enforcer.  He was no-nonsense and unshakable in following Ben’s instructions. 

There was the whiny one.  Rey found him to be the weakest link of the bunch, mainly because he was less ‘it’s all about Ben’ than the others. 

Like the one Rey had taken to calling Himbo.  It’s what Hux had called him, making it clear that they didn’t think of him being all that smart.  He couldn’t be, Rey thought grimly, if he followed Ben so blindly.

Looker is what Rey called the guy that she had knocked into in hallway that one time.  She had bounced back upon impact, his tall frame being pure muscle.  After he had coo’d at her, girls had swarmed around Rey in jealousy and awe. 

Rey referred to him as Looker because he was classically handsome.  He had slept with most of the girls at the school and those discarded still yearned for a repeat.  A chance to be with him.  He had been so polite, almost sweet, when they had collided that time but she knew what he was really like.  He was the one that she kicked trying to break free and he went to retaliate, only not carrying through because Hux punched him.  He’s also the one that suggested they all fuck her when they first caught her in the library.

For her note, writing Ben, Hux, Enforcer, Whiner, Himbo, and Looker wouldn’t give much insight however, so Rey googled her old high school and found an article from when they won the state hockey championship and put down their real names.      

When Rey uploaded that note as some weirdly-reassuring insurance policy, she also vowed that if she ran into Ben or his team someday, she would reach out for help.  Ben may have ‘owned the town’ where they went to high school, as he so eloquently informed her, but there was no way he or his family owned the damn largest city in the nation. 

No, Rey wasn’t a victim.   

Ben had no power here. 

And Rey needed to stop giving it to him, even in her mind.  

She succeeded with that a little more each day as she settled into a routine. Signing the agreement with Kylo Foundation was the best thing that Rey had ever done—she loved her routine, the stability. Nothing too exciting, but it still filled Rey with excitement... she was a student at a NYC college! Her days mainly consisted of classes, homework, hitting the fitness center to work out, and hanging out at home.   Home… as in her very own one-bedroom apartment.  Not just a room, but the whole shebang. 

It was a great location, situated on private property just beyond the actual dorms of the campus which consisted of communal bathrooms and shared laundry rooms.  Not for Rey though—and she silently thanked Kylo Foundation regularly for not only having her tuition paid but all that came with her scholarship… the more luxury housing arrangements, food allowance, and the discretionary funds. 

Rey hadn’t smelled that smell—as in Ben—again since moving into the apartment complex that housed all of the Kylo Foundation scholarship recipients.  Rey hadn’t met a lot of them, blaming it on how the schedules were much different for doctoral students than herself, who was just starting out. 

Hanging out with Bazine was also part of Rey’s routine.  Bazine was nice enough, though there was a harshness to her.  Rey could tell she was older and had been in New York longer.  Bazine had been horrified when she came into Rey’s apartment a week after she moved in and saw the blow-up air mattress flanked by a plastic drawer set, folding chairs around a makeshift coffee-table-slash-kitchen-table-slash-desk, and the lack of proper kitchenware. 

Rey planned on upgrading at some point but was in the beginning stages of saving up for her emergency plan and related supplies—the gift cards and money that would ultimately be placed in the library and the items for the gym locker. 

“What is this? Didn’t your parents give you anything?”  Bazine was quick with her questions.  “They couldn't spare an old chair and buy themselves something new?  Weren’t you sent with something?”   

Rey rarely spoke of her parents, but she did devolve her situation implicitly.  “There was nothing in my last foster home that I would have wanted to bring even if he would have allowed it.” 

It had been multiple conversations with her former HS history teacher before he was prompted to give Rey that library key—the one she had mailed to him after she ditched town—but it was only that one sentence that had Bazine taking action. 

She called Mitaka.  In true Bazine-form, she tried to help Rey—at the same time putting her down.  “This is what happens when you deal with teenagers… fucking helpless…”

Mitaka showed up the next day at Rey’s place, which was rather odd, but at least it was him and no Snoke.  “Complete furniture furnishings for you will be delivered.”  Rey had been dumbfounded, not expecting even more money.  But Mitaka wasn’t done. “In exchange, Kylo Foundation will choose your class schedule.”   

If it’s too good to be true, it usually is. Rey was once again reminded of the saying but felt oddly comforted that the Kylo Foundation was upfront in what they wanted in return.  Mitaka noted, “It’ll consist of classes suitable for your degree, but they will undoubtedly more challenging than the ones the assigned freshman counselor shoved you in without thought.”  Rey understood—the better she looked, the better they looked.      

Classes were beginning in a couple of days so it’d be easy to switch but Rey said she wanted to see what they would pick before she agreed.  They looked fine, so Rey gave the go ahead.   Those at Kylo Foundation seemed a bit like control freaks, but also quite serious in pushing Rey to excel.  And she could admit, a month into her classes, she was quite capable of meeting the bar that had been raised for her and was enjoying the thrill of heightened academic rigor. 

It also meant that Rey had a wonderfully furnished apartment with quality pieces—real wood even.  Rey was still saving most of her discretionary funds in case of an emergency, but she did buy a couple of small items to decorate.  A painting for her wall.  A rug.  Some jars in the kitchen—which now held pepper spray.  There was a small succulent that she had gotten at a Farmer’s Market. 

Yes, that was who Rey was now.  She had outings to places like Farmer’s Markets.  Bazine drug her to her first one ever on a Wednesday afternoon the second week of classes and for every one since then.  Rey had gone from pulling containers of discarded fruit from the library trashes to sizing up organic produce with a critical eye and no worries.  She always gave thanks to Kylo Foundation in her head when she paid. 

Bazine was annoyed that Rey wasn’t twenty-one yet—like she could change that—but eventually Bazine got Rey to loosen up and sip on a drink one boring Friday evening.  Sips began gulps and then it became a bit of routine with the two girls getting nice and tipsy on the weekend.  They’d watch sci-fi movies, cracking on all the plot holes and how they’d make it better. 

One time when Bazine was pulling out glasses in Rey’s small galley-style kitchen to make up their drinks—they both really liked tequila—she saw an emergency whistle tucked in the corner of her cupboard. 

“The hell?”  Bazine dangled it up in front of her. “A whistle?  Oh Rey-rey, that’s not gonna help you.”  

Rey shrugged with laugh. “It could.  Now you know that if you ever hear a whistle coming from my apartment, call 911.”

Bazine looked thoughtful.  “You’re right.  I’ll get one too.”  Ironically, Bazine was right across the hall from her, with both of them on the second floor.  Bazine had moved over the summer when that one opened up, citing the renovations that the second level had received a couple years ago as the reason. 

“That’s not right…” Bazine glanced around, still holding the emergency whistle.  “…if someone comes in, they’d probably try to bend you over the counter…” With that, Bazine moved the whistle from the above cupboard down to a lower drawer to be more easily accessible.  It was good looking out.

It was nice hanging out with Bazine.  It wasn’t quite the friendship she had with Rose but since both Rose and Rey were in school full-time in different states, they never got to see each other.  But they still talked all the time. 

Rose let Rey know that she still saw Hux occasionally, telling her each time it happened.  It was confusing to Rey because she thought the entire team was heading to that division-one school up north.  It made her remember hearing something about Ben not going there either. Maybe they all ended up going to separate schools.

When Hux would run into Rose, the pattern seemed to be him asking her out, teasing Rose about needing permission from Rey.  It was followed by him asking where Rey was so he could request her blessing directly.  Hux’s interactions told Rey that Ben still didn’t know where she was.  That was good news. 

The not-as-good news was the unmistakable wistfulness Rey was starting to hear in Rose’s voice when she would mention running into Hux.  So, Rey point blank told her that Hux was not to be trusted and that he did some really shady shit back in high school.    

Like erase that video footage of Rey being kidnapped.  Send text messages from her phone in order to set up a plausible defense in case Rey tried to claim that Ben did… well, all the things he actually did to her.  Always, unquestionably, doing whatever Ben told him to do.

Okay, so Rey didn’t actually tell Rose the down-and-dirty details because she wasn’t prepared to rehash the experience in the library and Ben’s house.  Rey hated sympathy and already received her lifetime share of it with the aftermath of her parents.    

But, she did give a watered-down version of what happened when it became obvious that she and Rose weren’t going to see each other face-to-face anytime soon.   Rose needed to know. 

An even more tempered recounting of what happened with Ben was provided to Bazine eventually too. 

The older girl liked to tease Rey about the day they first met; she really thought Rey was casing the joint. That she was a scout for some massive thieving ring. 

It was yet another Friday night of drinking and heated yelling at Rey’s mounted flat screen—thank you to Kylo Foundation for that too…Mitaka had it delivered and installed with the rest of the furniture—and Bazine was giving Rey yet another hard time about how shady she had acted in their first interaction.

“You were more suspicious than what-the-fuck…” Bazine hooted, referring to that week’s sci-fi movie baddie.  “What made you stop so suddenly anyway?  Ooooh... I know!” Bazine leaned in, talking lower even though it was just those two.  “Are you a ghost hunter?  Did you sense a worldly being?” 

Rey rolled her eyes and gave an alcohol-fueled reveal. “Would you believe that I swore I smelled my ex-boyfriend?”  It seemed ridiculous now.  As ridiculous as calling Ben her ex-boyfriend.

Surprisingly, Bazine got it, sharing, “My ex wore this one cologne that I swear must’ve been the official fuck boi fragrance line…. I couldn’t go anywhere without picking it up.  And he was so fucking good in bed…” Bazine laughed, “Every time I smelt it, which was every time I hit the clubs really, I was reminded of him.”  She groaned, becoming much more expressive any time she drank.  “Then I kept calling his ass ‘cause I couldn’t stop thinking about him.” 

Bazine waggled her eyebrows. “Did you hook up with your ex after that day?   Don’t lie… you did, didn’t you?” 

That was when Rey shared what had happened with Bazine.  The edited version.

“He didn’t respect what I was saying…”

Only speak when spoken to. 

“…or my boundaries.”

He liked to spank me… my pussy particularly…    

“He thought he knew best.” 

My cum belongs in one of your holes.

“That’s all men, Rey,” Bazine huffed.  “You’ll see.  Sometimes you gotta take that little shit if they are a good one otherwise.  Then you start training his ass.”

Rey could’ve been more explicit but she didn’t have the need to convince Bazine of Ben’s true nature.  “Whatever, it’s over.” Rey informed her.  “Moving on...” 

And Rey was indeed moving on.  It was all fading into the past.  Months and months went by and Ben was all but forgotten. 

Maybe that’s why Rey stopped being extra careful.  No longer overly cautious.  She started believing her own story—Ben was just a run-of-the-mill crappy guy and it was a bad break-up. 

It was over.  All behind her.     

Though, in all fairness, Rey never expected to come home one crisp fall day and see Ben sitting on her couch.  Casually flipping through one of her notebooks from class.

Rey immediately recoiled at the sight of him, but made no sound.  His hair had gotten longer.  Maybe.  She hadn't forgotten his mouth, his bottom pouty lip.  His hands.  How they felt on her. They all looked the same.

“You’ve got some really good notes,” he reflected as if it was the most natural thing for him to be there.  “We should study together for next week’s exam.”

How he had gotten in… and how he knew there was a test the next week was… well, shit… Rey’s heart thumped so hard, it physically pained her… but her mind?  With a snap, it became clear and sharp. 

Rey didn’t need to think about anything except how to remove herself from his presence.  She took a step back, dropping her backpack off the side.  She didn’t need the extra weight.      

“Oh sweetie, don’t do that.” Ben chided, immediately clueing in what she was doing.  Notably unfazed, he set down the notebook and leaned back, shifting a bit to get comfy. 

Rey took another step backwards.  And two more. 

“Be a good little kitten.” Ben patted the space beside him, beckoning her.  Rey moved further away.  “C’mon… We need to talk.” 

Ben toe’d his shoes off, his eyes never leaving her as he did.  When Ben’s right shoe came off, Rey’s right foot took another step back.  When his left shoe was kicked off to the side, Rey’s left foot took her closer to the door.

“Maybe later.” There was a forced casualness in Rey’s voice, but it didn’t shake.  Or crack.  “It’s not a good time.”  She took the last couple of steps, now standing by her door.      

“Naw…” Ben’s eyes roved over Rey’s body.  “I’m ready to talk now.”  He spread his arms out across the back of the couch.  “I’ve been patient long enough…”

He would never catch her now—him that way and her inches away from being able to dash out.  Rey heard Ben sigh when she grabbed the door handle and darted outside.  Adrenaline kicked in and she lunged….

…only to reel back.  One of the hockey players was outside the door… Looker.  Rey had just returned home and she hadn’t noticed him, or anybody, trailing after her.  But there he was… leaning against the opposite hall wall. 

Well, he had been leaning.  He was up in a flash, arms extended to prevent her from coming out.  Rey dropped down to her ass, like she slipped on some ice.  Her tailbone screamed at her, and pain radiated out, but Rey didn’t care.  The lug above was swiping at empty air. 

Rey rolled to the side, twisting again to move further away so she could get back on her feet.  She stumbled a bit taking off, but she had thrown the guy off enough to have a head start.  That’s all she needed because she was a faster runner than she was in high school.  Much, much faster.

Making it to the stairwell, the first couple of steps were jarring as her tailbone and lower back let her know they hadn’t forgiven her yet. 

“Hey Rey-rey…” Bazine was in the middle of the stairs, on her way up.  “You heading out? Wanna grab something—”

“Run!” Rey panted, dashing down.  “We need to…”  She neared Bazine.  “…call 911…” Not stopping, she grabbed Bazine’s hand as she rushed by, pulling her along.  She didn’t want the other girl to be caught up in this. 

Rey almost toppled over when Bazine yanked back on her hand.  She could hear the hockey player starting to come down the stairs, and Rey let go of Bazine’s hand.  “Now…” she urged, pausing only a second, prepared to keep going herself. 

Bazine didn’t let go of Rey’s hand when Rey did though.  Rather, she tightened her own grip.  “What’s going on?” 

Rey jerked her arm back, her hand slipping out of Bazine’s grasp.  Bazine was quick, loosely securing Rey’s other arm. 

Rey’s lungs constricted.  Bazine’s actions were too deliberate.  Too at odds with the warning Rey just uttered.  Way too oblivious to the fact that there was a large man barreling down the stairs at them.

“Knock it off—”   Rey easily broke away from Bazine’s hold, but her hindering had still slowed Rey down. Significantly.  The hockey player was getting closer.

Rey jumped back into action, only to be grabbed yet again by Bazine—the girl was rabid and fast.  Rey put force behind her retaliatory shove, making Bazine teeter off balance. 

Praying that Bazine would inadvertently be in the way of the lumbering player, Rey turned to continue down the last bit of stairs and out the front door.

Instead, the air in Rey’s lungs was knocked out, when—in a stupidly fluid move that Rey couldn’t keep up with—she was slammed up against the wall, arm twisted and pinned to her back with the hand rail cutting into her gut and her face wincing from the impact.

“Fuck, I was trying to be nice about it.” Bazine hissed, jamming her shoulder into Rey’s upper back to hold her in place. 

“Nooo, no, no, no, no, no,” Rey called out, the volume increasing when she felt a second pair of hands on her, letting her know that the hockey player she called Looker was there too.  Both ignored her and Bazine asked, “So, is he going to come get her?”

“Hah!” The hockey player’s arms wrapped around Rey and he hoisted her up over his shoulder. 

“Call 911,” Rey screamed and Bazine grimaced, covering her ears.  Rey didn’t stop. “Fire!  Fire!”  She couldn’t remember who would be around mid-afternoon, but maybe somebody outside would hear.

“Front pants pocket.  There’s a gag…” Looker shared and tightened his grip on Rey’s pinned arm against her back and he squeezed her legs securely into his solid abs.  The flailing she was trying to do was falling oh so short.  

“I’m not digging in your pants, you pervert,” Bazine sneered, apparently immune to Looker’s hottie status.    

When Rey yelled again, Looker’s fingers dug into her flesh painfully.  He wasn’t wasting any time, already starting back up the stairs. 

“Punch her then,” Looker advised Bazine, amidst Rey’s yelling.  Reminding Rey that while he may look good, he was one of the meaner ones of the bunch.  “Say you didn’t know.”

“I’m not punching her; what the fuck?”

Rey was jerking around enough to eventually loosen his grip, but the hockey player readjusted, securing his hold.  This time, his fingers dug in so deep, there was no doubt that there would be bruises later.

“Call 911!” Rey yelled again, her throat burning as she screamed it on the top of her lungs.

“One more fucking yell, and I’ll punch you.” He threatened.  “I’d gladly take the punishment to shut your ass up.” 

It was time to switch her tactic anyway since they were exiting the stairwell and becoming further away from the outside world. 

“Bazine… Bazine, please don’t let them do this.”  Rey pleaded, trying to appeal to her.  “I need help… go… go and tell someone.”

Looker was grunting because despite the painful hold, Rey hadn’t stopped moving, even if she wasn’t yelling.  He took it in stride.  “Glad you’re on the second floor; thanks for the work out,” he taunted her.

Rey ignored him.  “You don’t have to do anything… just tell someone… please,” Rey begged. “Please, Bazine…”

Looking uncomfortable, Bazine scooted around the two of them, arriving at Rey’s apartment first to open the door but it had been left ajar.  It left no doubt that Ben heard all the commotion.

Carried back into her own home, Rey was flipped back on her feet with one arm still restrained behind her.  Looker’s hand went over her mouth. “Bite me and I bite back,” he warned.

Rey very much doubted that, believing that Ben wouldn’t tolerate it, but biting him wouldn’t help her.  She needed a moment to figure out her next move.  To do that, she needed to figure out Ben’s next move.

Looking up, Rey saw that Ben hadn’t moved an inch since she took off… other than to prop his feet up while he waited. 

“That was quite the spectacle.” Ben sounded amused but his gaze was cold—and the comment was directed at Looker.  Then, addressing Bazine, he asked, “Did he not tell you that he had a gag?”

“It was in his pocket.”  Bazine pointed to Looker’s crotch.  “That one.  I’m not digging in there.”

“Fair enough.” Ben chuckled.  “This time.”  Any semblance of a smile disappeared.  “Have a chat with Hux though.  Let him know the decision you made.”

Rey’s expression remained neutral, but she was admittedly taken back by Hux’s name.  She thought he was somewhere around Rose’s school.  A whole state over.

Bazine’s eyebrows wrinkled up with Ben’s request and she peered across the room, trying to size him up, before giving a curt nod.  “Okay, will do.  Everything is good here now sooo… gonna head to school.”

Rey knew Bazine didn’t have any more classes that day and she tried to ignore the rush of hope that Bazine might still report what happened.  Rey didn’t understand Bazine’s role, what was being offered or threatened, but she didn’t seem so far in it yet. 

“Naw,” Ben disagreed.  “Go call Hux now.  First, tell him to monitor any 911 calls that may be coming in or did come in with this address.  Then you two can discuss the other part.”

Bazine’s lips pierced together and she stepped out without a word, leaving Rey with Looker.  He pushed her forward as a type of offering to Ben, releasing her mouth and arm as he did.

“Are you done with the dramatics?” Ben finally spoke to Rey.  “Ready to talk in a civilized manner?”

“I hardly call breaking into my place civilized, Ben.” Rey retorted back, hating his condescension. 

“I prefer to think of it as our place,” Ben’s hand rubbed across the fabric of the couch.  “I did pick out these pieces for us after all.”  He looked up with a smile, “Do you like them?”

“Not anymore…” Rey was being honest, but it came across sulky and she knew it.  Especially when Looker laughed behind her with a quiet “Awww….” 

Ben stood up and padded her way.  She had forgotten how much bigger he was than her.  A solid mass of over-confidence and strong will.  Rey didn’t even realize she was moving backwards until her back hit Looker’s chest.  All kinds of memories flooded her brain—being in the library, at his house, the steps she took, all the while hoping never to be in this position again. 

As he drew near, Rey’s legs went weak, unsteady under her when she was reminded that Ben’s smell was not the product of cologne.  Why had she thought that?  No, it was his natural musk.  Pure Ben.  It was as intoxicating as ever. Her thighs clenched, her body remembering the pleasure and pain it experienced under his control.

“Has somebody’s forgotten all their lessons?” Ben spoke softly, like he was trying to tame a feral cat.  His hand cupped Rey’s breast, making her breath hitch and her pussy pulse.  “I’ll be nice to you, if you’re nice to me.  Remember?” 

It was almost too much—her senses overloaded with all that was Ben—and Rey stepped back again, but that only caused her to press back even more into Looker, who stayed firm and unmoving.  “And Rey sweetie, you’re not being very nice.”

Rey felt delirious and a cynical laugh slipped out.  How quickly they descended into Ben’s warped world. 

Ben’s gaze went up to the man behind Rey as he moved in closer.  “Seems like somebody else needs a revisit to their lessons too.”  

Looker responded defensively. “She’s here, isn’t she?”

“Would you consider what just happened a success?”

Ben’s hand wandered to Rey’s other breast, When his fingers lightly massaged her nipple, Rey jerked, hating that she was feeling the tell tale signs of becoming wet while her blood continued to pump hard and heavy. 

When nobody spoke, Ben pinched Rey’s nipple through her lightly padded bra, making her yelp.  He tugged on it before his fingers slipped off, leaving her nipple hardened and achy.  Rey looked up to glare at Ben and he raised his eyebrows as his hand returned to tease around her sternum. 

“What do you think, Rey?  If you were me, would you consider his response acceptable?”  Ben’s fingers began to trail lower, going down the center. 

Rey’s hand raised to smack Ben’s away and it was caught by Looker before Rey could do any harm, however small. 

“Better,” Ben praised Looker emptily.  “Your slow reactions earlier created more work for us now though, hasn’t it?”  Ben’s fingers started to ascend back up.

Rey knew Ben was referring to when she had yelled for help in the stairwell and it was surreal to be in between the two as Ben chastised the other for her actions.  Looker guided Rey’s hand so it was pinned behind her back again.  “Sorry, I’ll do better, sir.”

“I know…” Ben’s fingers reached Rey’s throat and he paused before continuing on until they were right under her chin. . “Because what are we, if we can’t learn?” 

Ben tilted Rey's head up and then addressed her.  “Would you like to take this time to apologize too?” 

Rey stood tall as she returned Ben’s gaze.  “I would like you to leave my home.”

“Our home,” Ben corrected her, his thumb thumping against her chin like a scolding. 

“Yours then,” Rey adjusted.  If it was his, it was no longer hers.  “I would like to leave.” 

“Leave? We haven’t even talked yet,” Ben feigned confusion as to why she would even want that. Moving aside, he gestured toward the couch.  “Go on… sit down.”

When Rey didn’t move, Ben leaned back in, his lips tickling her ear.  “Or don’t.  I don’t mind breaking you in all over again, sweetie.” He stood back up, smoothing down his shirt as if he had become disheveled talking to her. 

He loved when she fought him yet demanded that she didn’t—it made her head swirl. Rey re-focused, trying not to let her eyes dart around as her mind raced, thinking about possible ways to go on the attack.  To get away. 

She should’ve bought a large decorative vase and had it sitting on one of the end tables.  She could have grabbed it on the way to the couch and smashed it over his head.  Had the rug been out in the living room instead of her bedroom, she could’ve yanked it, making Ben topple over.  None of these thoughts were helpful though, with the last one not even being all that plausible anyway.

Ben stood patiently, watching her. 

Then he smiled.  It was a genuine, sweet smile that reached his eyes.  “Fuck, I’ve missed you.  Look at you, my precious little fighter…. I can practically read your mind; you’re thinking so hard.” 

He chuckled, looking around.  “So, what did you come up with?”  Rey didn’t flinch despite him honing in on exactly what she was doing.       

Ben walked toward the outside wall, and Rey immediately stepped forward so she could no longer feel Looker’s body up against hers.  Reaching out, Ben jiggled the windows.  “They’re locked but even if you could open them up, you are still on the second floor.”  He flashed her a sympathetic look as he ruled out that possible escape plan. 

He continued on to her couch, moving with no urgency.  He picked up a throw cushion, squishing it and making a couple of swipes in the air, checking out its viability as a weapon.  “A pillow fight probably wouldn’t be all that effective… though I wouldn’t say no.”  His eyes hungrily drank in Rey’s body.  “I would have to insist on less clothes.”

“There’s better uses for pillows than fighting.  Like propping up their hips so you can rail that pussy deep,” Looker spoke up.  He smirked when Rey flashed him a side-eye. “Also helpful when they’re so fucked out, they can’t hardly move—a couple of strategically-placed pillows resolves all that.”

“Mmmm, hadn’t thought about that.”  Ben motioned to the partially-closed bedroom door.  “What do you say kitten?  Would you rather burn off some pent-up energy?  Or…”  Ben plopped back down on the couch, interlacing his fingers across his upper abdomen. “We could do that whole talk thing that I asked for from the beginning.” 

The main door for the apartment opened and without hestitation, Rey used the distraction to bounce forward with a leap toward her bedroom.  She could lock the door and the fire escape access was in there.  She made it a couple of steps before a new set of hands were on her, followed by Looker’s again. 

“Now that’s a quick reaction time,” Ben clapped as Rey wiggled, trying to get loose.  Rey wasn’t sure who Ben’s statement was directed at.

“Why she so worked up?” The newly-arrived person asked and Rey looked over.  It was another one of the hockey players.  The himbo.  Fuck, had she forgotten how big all of them were? He was strong as hell too.

“I wouldn’t be if you released me,” Rey responded even if the question wasn’t directed at her.  Her voice raised up as she did, reflecting her frustration. 

“No fucking yelling,” Looker snarled, his hand circling around her throat.

“Oh, that’s why I came up.” Himbo told Ben.  “Hux told me to tell you that I didn’t hear anything outside the building... I heard noises but not actual words so doubtful anyone called anything in.  He said he'd still monitor it though.” 

Ben nodded in acknowledgement. “Good.  Good.”

“You want me to stay?” Himbo asked. 

“Naw.”  Ben made a point to push the throw cushions over to make a big open space on the couch.  “Go back outside in the front.  In fact, you both can go back to your posts.”  Ben smiled, but it wasn’t like the last one.  “That is, if Rey is finally ready to sit down and talk.” 

The other two gone—even if they remained in the vicinity—sounded better than restraining her so Rey gritted her teeth and gave a nod. “Fine.”

“There we go… that’s my smart girl.” 

Chapter Text

Ben didn’t talk about what happened—that he had invited Rey into his circle, into his life, his heart, mind, and soul and that she had told him no.  He never said a word.  Out loud anyway.  Alone in his home, staring into his bathroom mirror, Ben told himself that he didn’t need Rey.  He did this for nights on end.  He didn’t need her. He didn’t need her. He didn’t need her. 

Because she was irrelevant.  A bug.  Rumor had it that someone had seen her rummaging through the library trash cans.  A scavenger—that was what Rey was… satisfied to pick at the scraps of life.  It was a clear demonstration of how she did not fit into his.    

Ben never spoke of that day and while no one knew that he had been rebuked, for days after, he saw side glances from his knights, an indication that he was failing at controlling what was expressed across his face.  Hux even asked him if he wanted to ‘talk’ about anything.  As if that would help.  Or change anything.  He squashed that shit quick.

Instead of talking, Ben elected to focus on actions linked to tangible results.  Starting with his mask—what he showed to the world—and with that, he covered whatever he had felt toward Rey.  Which was nothing. 

He tested out his refined mask with his mother.  She had been disinterested in him beforehand, perhaps she would be more receptive to what he presented now.    

Everyone thought she was so sweet, so humble, but she was a political piranha, relentless to her cause.  She was often underestimated.  Seen as the underdog.  Yet, his mom always ended up winning, no matter how messy the fight. 

Over the years, he had learned some valuable lessons from his mother—intentional or not.  One was to utilize any tool, including people, at your disposal, if and when necessary.  She was incredibly skilled at this, so diplomatic and strategic that most didn’t realize it was happening. 

Ben saw her as hypocritical.  She was quick to call Ben ‘too emotional’ when he was younger, yet her actions sought to teach him that if anybody messes with you… holds you back… tries to enslave you to their whims?  Choke a mother fucker out.  Figuratively speaking.  Ben took the lesson to heart and even went one step farther—how to avoid ending up in those types of situations to begin with. 

See, his mother hadn’t been exempt from Ben’s assessments in which he determined weaknesses.  Points of exploitation.  Strengths for capitalization.  It was fascinating that she began to open up to him when he wore an emotionless mask, exposing him to unfathomable things.  Questionable, yet beneficial, things.   

So even when hockey season took off, he continued the stilted interactions.  Getting intel as he liked to label it.  Like the GPS tracking program he discovered.  Ben wasn’t sure why his mom had such technology and what she was using it for, but he could appreciate its usefulness… and her willingness to use it. 

This exposure forced Ben to acknowledge that his view of being a ruler was a bit antiquated.  Small-minded.  He had his kingdom no doubt, but beyond establishing his legacy, what more was to come of it?  It was his senior year; all that he had worked for would be achieved and he would move on. 

With that, a battle began to rage inside.  Ben found himself asking what he aspired for… Was it a larger ‘kingdom’?  A quest for power?  And if the latter, what type of power?  Did he wish to be like his mother who believed her work was for good?  Or, did he aspire to be like his late grandfather who was ruthless in his pursuits? 

Ben didn’t know a lot about his grandfather other than he crumbled empires—his Uncle Luke’s words, not his.  He had been a feared man, dismantling organizations, conglomerates, networks, anything perceived as competition, to selfish benefit. 

Well, perhaps not entirely selfish.  Ben believed that all that their family had—the money, land, property, stocks, off-shore accounts, connections—were linked in some way to his grandfather. 

Back in middle school, Ben had tried asking questions about his family’s history, even being careful not to mention his granddad’s untimely death.  He got no answers.  His dad would grunt out a cryptic response before disappearing yet again, his mother would draw quiet, and Uncle Luke?  He would drink.  There was little to be found about his grandfather when he searched outside of family lines, but vague references and comments here and there suggested his grandfather was reprehensible. 

Still... Ben couldn’t deny that there was an appeal to chasing that type of control.  That level of power.  It called to him. 

One thing for sure, he knew didn’t want to be like Uncle Luke.  He lived poor.  Always turning down anything that his sister offered.  He lived alone.  Without someone to love.  Or, to love him.     

At night Ben wrestled with what the future may hold for him.  Each morning, he would wake and move with certainty and conviction.  Day in and day out, Ben continued on his quest for domination—in academics and on the ice—fueled by the need to ensure his legacy.  Only to find himself in the same place at the end of each one.  Alone.   

Ben wasn’t entirely sure why his parents had him; they were all too willing to send him to his Uncle Luke’s every summer and every break since he was old enough to remember.  His mother said she was saving lives, making the world a better place.  Taking care of Ben did not make the world better apparently. 

He was a problem to be sent away.

When Ben became old enough that his parents would not get in trouble legally by leaving him home alone, he said no more visits to Uncle Luke.  He was done.  He hadn’t seen Uncle Luke since.  Though he sensed him at many of his hockey games... unlike his parents who only came if Ben made it to the state championship finals.  Ben did everything he could, starting his freshman year, to ensure that occurred—and it did. 

Uncle Luke’s interest didn’t seem to be solely linked to the end result, the final showdown.  He was the one who taught Ben hockey after all.  Uncle Luke said there were so many lessons to learn through hockey, such as the ability to rely and count on your team.  Ben learned that a team is no better than their leader.  It inspired him to hold himself to the highest standard. 

Ben also learned that aggression wins.  Grit wins.  Want wins.  Will wins. 

His life was proof.  The school year was already half-way over and Ben was at the top of all his classes—even the advanced science one, the most challenging one of them all. 

The hockey team was right on track to return to state and cement their dominance. 

Ben’s legacy was fully intact.  Rey was all but forgotten.  He tolerated Rey as she tolerated him.  She stayed out of his way, insignificant and unworthy.

He rarely saw her outside of classes anyway.  Never lingering in the parking lot.  Not waiting on the bus, or walking away on the sidewalk.  She never attended any games either.  She didn’t appear to be dating anyone.  Ben would’ve killed them if only because Rey deserved the best.  He was that.  It appeared that Rey didn’t have any friends—wasn’t even trying to make any, always keeping to herself. 

It was almost as if she was completely alone.

Like him. 

It didn’t matter either way; Ben made himself not care.  She wasn’t part of his past and she definitely wasn’t necessary for his future. 

As the months trickled by, Ben couldn’t remember why it had been so important for her to kneel before him.  

Then the day in the library happened. 

According to his mom, Ben was already ‘acting unusually emotional’.  It was easy for her to judge; she didn’t understand what he was dealing with.  How could he not be upset?  All that he had been working for was in jeopardy.    

His knights were failing—their academic eligibility to play hockey was at risk.  Half of the starting lineup was about to be benched and the state championship was just around the corner.  They were failing. 

It shouldn’t have been surprising—a team is only as good as their leader.  And Ben was failing too.    

Days earlier, he had learned that he was not tracking to be valedictorian.  The school had pulled in the top five students individually and informed them that the grade percentage would determine the valedictorian and salutatorian position.  It was really only directed at him and Rey.  Their GPAs were matched, letter grades identical.

During the meeting, the attending superintendent kept eyeing a printed document.  Ben grabbed it, paying no attention to the principal’s protests, and scanned over it.  It showed his and Rey’s grades, broken down by class.  His eyes immediately went to their Science class, the one he prided himself on the most.  Rey had one more point than him.  One point.  He quickly did the math in his head based on the total available points… she wasn’t even one half of a percentage higher than him. From one point.   So small... insignificant... yet it was enough to put her on top.  

Ben was failing. 

They had all become complacent.  Soft.  Enjoying the spoils of war without the battle. 

Ben was failing. 

And he needed to rectify it. 

Ben needed his knights to be able to fight alongside him.  Ben could not—would not—have his parents show up to see him fail. 

It had been Hux who proposed a solution—get the answers to one exam.  History.  Not for Hux; he was skirting the line, but mostly fine.  He just needed to up his Science grade a bit.  Ap’lek was doing okay too.  History was the only class he was outright failing.  As far as Vicrul, Cardo, and Ushar—they needed something a little more drastic, they had to bring up at least three class grades to be able to play in the upcoming championship. 

It was insulting that they were failing gym class.  As the team co-captain, Ben talked to the gym teacher and was able to convince her to give extra credit for the countless hours being spent on the ice. 

Ben started daily study sessions filled with punishments and rewards.  Hux was on track to pass his Science exam; Ben felt confident he could get the three of them to pass their Intro Math exam.  But time was slipping away and that still left History.

Hux’s plan to get the answers for the History exam was a good one.  The History teacher was old-school and still liked paper exams versus online assessments.  And, as Hux pointed out, the teacher was one of the few whose office was in the library.  Even though it was planned for the evening, it helped reduce the chance of being seen. 

The evening they went to the library to execute the plan, everything started out fine.  It had been easy to get to the library after hours.  They encountered no obstacles entering the history teacher’s office.  As expected, the test was easily found and getting pictures was pretty straight forward.  They were mostly done—five more minutes and they would have been out of there.

Then he saw her. 

Rey.

She didn’t even see them at first.  She had on headphones and was doing some type of small dance.  It was pure Rey—oblivious, but happy. 

Ben’s entire body went hot.  Everything that he had felt, had wanted, came rushing at him, knocking the air out of his chest.    

Her lips were turned up on the sides, an absent-minded smile of some sort.  He longed for that type of happiness.  That type of carefree joy.  An unassuming state of bliss.  And fuck, he wanted it with her and it made his body vibrate with need.

What happened next unfolded in slow motion… Rey’s eyes widened ever so slightly—the only indication that she had been startled—once she realized that she was not alone in the library.  More obvious was the next look on her face; it was drenched in the realization of what they were doing.

“Get her.”  Ben had growled, his voice so low, it burned his throat.  “Do not let her leave…”  He meant those words in every way.  Because, fuck… It was Rey.  How did he ever think that she was nothing?  She was everything. 

And she was determined to show all of herself to him that day.  Including her willingness to fight.

There had been no hesitation on her end. 

At all.

It was obvious that Rey was heading for the doors that went out to the parking lot.  It was a wise choice.  There were cameras outside of the school structure, perhaps there’d be a random person driving near grounds.

They had to catch her before she left the library—and she already had a head start on them.  His men weren’t used to a female running away and just her initial placement of the backpack created a stupidly-effective obstacle for them. 

As Rey made her way through the library, she continued to evade them—but she wasn’t ‘lucky’ in her actions.  No, she showed decisiveness.  Awareness.  Ben had thought they’d catch her when she jumped on the tables as he figured they would flip.  But she aimed for the middle.  Light-footed, precise, and calculated.

As Rey closed the gap between her and the front door, Ben knew she was going to go under that display.  Just as he knew Cardo would try as well. 

It was surprising that it was him left, along with him and Hux—Cardo wasn’t much of a thinker.  The guy did whatever Ben asked of him, giving a hundred-percent even if he didn’t understand why he was doing it. 

Ben knew Cardo would go ahead and replicate what Rey had done; he also knew Cardo would fail.  Honestly, Cardo would have been off just plowing through the bookcases.  He tore through multiple men all the time on the ice.  Destroyed them.  But Cardo didn’t think of doing that and he failed.  Ben wasn’t upset—this time—because truth be told, Ben wanted to be the one to capture Rey. 

She was so beautiful.  She always was, but what was inside shined so bright that day in the library.  It drove Ben to move with purpose… He wanted to capture that light.  Consume it.  Consume her.   

Instead of following Rey’s exact path, Ben veered a bit off to the right, aiming for one of the shorter bookcases that made up the mock wall between them and the door.  Ben jumped it like a hurdle.  High.  Long.  Swift. 

A couple more strides and Ben was upon her.  She was opening the door, almost escaping but with an outstretched arm, he pressed it, keeping it closed.  His other arm went around her and his hand went to her breast without thought—the soft flesh in his hand was like nothing he had ever felt before.  He kneaded it and his veins thrummed—his body was pulsating, his blood was pumping so hard.  Some went south, making him chub up.  Ben had never felt so alive and when Rey attempted to break free of his hold, he wrapped himself around her, pulling her in even closer.

When everyone collected back together, Ben hadn’t been sure what he wanted to do with Rey at that point.  There was the issue of being caught cheating for the History exam.  The bigger issue was Rey.  For one of the first times, Ben found himself uncertain of what to do.

Rey, on the other hand, was not hesitant.  She showed confidence in her every more.  Her body was restrained, but her mind was unbridled.  She told them off, screaming—not in fear, but as a tactic.  She saw an opportunity and took it, kicking at his guys and even managing to break free. 

She swung, punching Ushar in the jaw.  On the ice, there were men on the opposing team, protected by pads and gear, that wouldn’t have enough guts to do that.  Not Rey though.  She was a fighter; it was in her blood.  Of course, it didn’t phase Ushar; he didn’t even flinch.    

Ben had looked on with amusement, his mask perfected.  It didn’t show what was brewing underneath.  There was want.  Need.  But the heat inside had begun to rise.  To boil. 

Ben had been wrong.  Rey was not meant to kneel before him.  She was meant to be beside him.  An equal.  Not as a partner, but as the other part of him.  He could see that now. 

But unlike Ben, who took the time to give lessons, Rey never bothered to show him.  Had she taken a minute—a second—she could have shown him where and how she belonged in his world.   Rather than avoiding it all together.  Which she did.  Rey didn’t think Ben was worth her time to teach.  Ben felt himself being consumed with fury.   

His rage only mounted as she was taken to the oversized, monstrous bean bags.  Ushar had already started eyeing Rey with interest, turned on that she didn’t bow down to him.  Vicrul even had the audacity to suggest they fuck her.  All of them.  It wasn’t Vicrul’s fault—he would still pay—because Rey never made it clear that she was off limits. 

Anger in its most primal form overtook Ben.  Here he thought he was failing.  It paled in comparison to Rey’s failure. 

She had failed herself.  Him.  Them.  All this time they could been doing whatever the hell they wanted.  Together.  His legacy now seemed short-sighted, incomplete.  He had been too close and hadn’t seen.  Rey could’ve showed him.  They could have been figuring out their future.  Together. Ben wouldn’t be alone.  Her either.  Why?  Why hadn’t she showed him?

Ben felt betrayed.  Let down.  He knew exactly what he needed to do.  If Rey thought Ben was unworthy of her time to teach him any lessons, then he sure as hell needed to teach her one.  Ben looked down at Rey… open-legged, restrained, and squirming.  She looked more beautiful than ever. 

There was little need to talk.  Ben raised his hand—his fingers tingled, his palm itched.  It was simplistic perhaps, but he knew exactly how to teach her a lesson. 

It would be one she would never forget.    

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Rey eyed Ben. So... Ben wanted to talk.  He wanted Rey to sit down and for them to talk.   

She made her way over to the oversized recliner that she favored—forgoing the space beside Ben on the couch—wincing as she sat down.  With that choice, neither of Ben’s cronies showed any signs of returning to their posts outside the apartment.

Ben made a poor effort to fight his grin, failing within seconds.  His eyes twinkled, entertained by Rey’s last-ditch attempt to assert some type of power… or independence…. or whatever….   Really, Rey wasn’t sure what she was going for.  But everyone in that room knew she was ‘supposed’ to be sitting next to Ben.  Including her. 

The four of them stayed like that, in silence, for what felt like the most stretched-out minutes of all time, before Ben gave a subtle head nod, spearheading the other two men into action.  Before they could encroach on her, Rey put up her hand, giving her own signal.  Halt.  They didn’t.  Unsurprisingly.  So, she tried something else.

“Did you know that Look—” Rey paused, not really knowing Looker’s real name.  Employing a targeted finger point, she plowed on. “He encouraged Bazine to punch me.  When she said no, he said he would then… said it’d be worth it.”  It felt childish to be a tattle-tale but extremely rewarding to create some type of accountability for the seemingly lawless group. 

Besides, it was a test.  Of sorts. 

After she spoke, Rey ignored the guy she called Himbo.  He did look pissed though, his fists curled up as he stared at Looker.

Despite calling him out, Rey didn’t pay attention to Looker either.  Though she couldn’t help but notice that he was looking especially pale.

No… Rey wanted to see Ben’s reaction.  That was who she gazed upon.  She wondered if Ben would believe her.  If he would care. 

And Ben?  He no longer looked amused. 

Ben hadn’t let anyone mess with Rey before, not in the way of physical harm anyway.  Just restraining and well, the relocation of her to where he wanted… to the bags in the library, upstairs to his room… Now his guys were poised to forcibly move her from the chair to the couch.  Whatever Ben wanted.       

The fact that ‘just’ preceded those words—restraining and relocation—prompted ill-timed giggles to bubble inside.  Luckily, Rey was able to keep them from popping out.  Because nothing was actually funny. At all.

“Is that true?” Ben’s voice was icy cold questioning Looker.  Rey wasn’t particularly proud how warm it made her feel. 

His apology admitted his guilt.  “Sorry, sir.” 

Rey was relieved that Looker didn’t lie.  Surprised that he didn’t.

“Who is allowed to touch Rey?”  Ben’s voice was back to normal.  Neutral.  Firm.  Confident.  In control.  It commanded attention—and there was no doubt that the question was designed to put the other man in his place.

“You are, sir.”  Both men answered, the himbo unwilling to bring any extra attention to himself.  Rey kept quiet; it wouldn’t be advantageous to point out that they do touch her—there’s definitely touching happening when one is being slung over another’s shoulder. 

“Who is in charge of Rey’s lessons?”   

Rey shuddered, hating the sound of that.  She wasn’t part of the conversation anymore, but she too was being put into her place. 

Nonetheless, she found herself oddly comforted by their response. 

“You are, sir.” 

Ben’s questions confirmed that he wouldn’t tolerate her being hurt.  By them anyway.    

No one else could touch her.  Or harm her.  Just Ben. 

A stare from Ben prompted Looker to come over to Rey.  She wasn’t sure what to expect, but she didn’t think it was to ‘relocate’ her anymore as the himbo wasn’t beside him.  A quick glance to Ben preceded Looker apologizing to her. 

Rey concealed her shock, refusing to verbalize acceptance.  She did, however, get up and move over to the couch.  She sat down by Ben.  She knew she was going to end up there anyway but in her mind, she chose to frame it as an award.  For the non-test he just passed.   

Another nod from Ben and the two disappeared to their ‘posts’ without another word; Ben and Rey were alone once again.  She folded her arms, trying to ignore the heat from where her thigh was pressed against Ben’s. 

It wasn’t as easy to ignore the blaring discomfort of sitting on a bruised tailbone.  There was mental anguish that went along with it too. 

The injury would have been worth it if she would have made it out of the building.  And she would have done it too… if it wouldn’t have been for Bazine.  Rey closed her eyes, needing a second to compose herself as her friend’s betrayal sunk in.  It made no difference that another one of Ben’s guys was outside the building.  Maybe Rey never had a chance, but it was Bazine that stopped her. 

“Tired?” Ben’s voice cut through the silence.  “Why don’t you go ahead and get comfy?”

“Impossible.”  Rey’s retort was quick.  Like she could be comfortable in this situation.  And there was no way in hell she was going to take off her shoes.  Or let her guard down. 

Ben poked Rey’s arm, then again when she didn’t react.  His fingers wrapped around her bicep, tugging it so that her arms would unfold.  Rey resisted, wanting to keep them across her chest.  They served as some type of self-protection—keeping herself locked up and safe. 

Ben tugged at Rey’s arm again, employing more of his strength this time.  “I do love your fighting spirit, sweetie, but sometimes it’s okay to relax.”  Rey engaged her muscles, pulling back in resistance so her arms remained crossed and locked in front of her.

Rey regretted the battle she just created though.  It was petty and worse, she knew she wouldn’t win.

“C’mon…” Ben’s mouth hovered near Rey’s ear as he nuzzled into the crown of her head.  “Please?” 

Rey’s words were purposefully clipped.  “What do you want?”

“Just your hand…”  Ben tugged again.  “…pretty please...”  The playfulness in his tone grated on her nerves, hating its intent to be disarming.

Rey gave a huff.  She untangled her arms and went to set her hands in her lap when Ben grabbed one, interlacing their fingers.

“There… isn’t that nice?” Ben bumped his shoulder into hers. “Feels nice to me…”

Her eyes flickered down; her hand looked small and dainty in his massive paw.  She didn’t answer, letting them sit there in silence.  Holding hands.

Rey hadn’t sought out company since arriving in New York.  She hadn’t craved touch.  Physical closeness.  Regardless, it was undeniable that a part of her brain lit up with her hand being held tightly by his.  With his thumb gently rubbing the meat of her palm.   It was the first resemblance of intimacy since… well, since that morning she had woken up in his embrace months and months ago. 

Despite wanting to 'talk', Ben seemed at peace to keep quiet.  The atmosphere couldn’t be described as peaceful though—Ben was more omnipresent than ever with his gentle touch and lack of cutting words.   

Suddenly, Rey felt very tired.  The lack of stimuli seemingly affecting her.  It was late afternoon; there was no good reason for her fatigue other than it being an inevitable crash after her spike in energy.  She restated her question.  “What do you want?”

“You look good, Rey,” Ben murmured. “But you always did.”  There was an unexpected tenderness present and his hand squeezed hers to accentuate his point.  “So beautiful.”   

Rey brandished her sleepiness away by shifting around in her seat.  She managed to catch her bruised tailbone just right and the resulting nauseating wave of pain put her back on edge. 

“I missed you.”  Ben’s voice flowed like water, smooth and calming.  “I missed hearing you say my name.”

A spiraling pit was building in Rey’s stomach and she couldn’t tell what was feeding it.  Was it fear?  Or was that dissipating with Ben’s gentleness? 

Was it arousal? She loathed to admit she had felt herself get wet when he stood in front of her earlier.  Commanding her.  Telling her that his will would be done and knowing that she would figure something out. 

She still was going to figure something out. 

She always did. 

Rey asked again, “What do you want?” The words didn’t sound as sharp as they did the first two times she asked.

“Was done waiting.  I needed to hear you say my name.”  Ben pulled his hand away, releasing her fingers. 

Instantly, they felt cold.  Bare.  It was short-lived though; he was only switching hands.  Ben shifted inward, partly caging Rey with one arm up around her shoulders, his fingers threading into her hair, while still holding hands with the other.

“Why don’t you go ahead and say it… my name…”  Ben’s words were a slow, lazy river, softly lapping at anything that was in its path.  “I’ve been so patient, baby… so, so patient… Go on, say my name...”

Ben cradled Rey’s head and his spread fingers pressed into her scalp, making small circles.  It felt like water was rising up all around and Rey could fight seeping out of her. 

But she had a large reserve. 

“You should’ve kept waiting.”  Rey replied rather flippantly.  She referred to the comment that Hux made when she overhead them in the alley way, telling Ben, “Thought you wanted to let me go.”  Sure, Ben’s team called it an illusion, but still.   

Rey reveled in feeling Ben’s body tense up beside her.  No doubt, he was trying to figure out how she had arrived at that phrasing.   

She quoted the saying, “If you love something, set it free.  If it comes back, it’s yours.  If not, it was never meant to be.”

There was a notable pause before Ben responded.  “I was disappointed that you chose to spend your summer with strangers...  Did you enjoy your summer?”  It was such a loaded question.

 “No.”  Rey didn’t deny it.  It was fine, but jumping from hostel to hostel and being by herself didn’t equate to an enjoyable couple of months. 

“We could have had an amazing summer together.”  Rey could hear the bitterness in Ben’s voice though it was evident he was striving for indifference.

“That’s why you are here then? You want to punish me.”  It had to be the root of Ben’s master plan of showing up in her apartment so randomly.  “Want to teach me a lesson?”    

“No.”  Ben sounded confused, like it wasn’t even a possibility. “My summer wasn’t what I anticipated but sweetie, I took the opportunity to grow.  For us.”  The tips of his fingers gently caressed down the side of her neck and up again, back into her hair.   “I want to start fresh.  Anew.”

“You broke into my place to ask me out.”  It was a question.  It was a statement.  The words horrified Rey, even more so when her pussy tingled.  She couldn’t help it… even if she tried…  Fear and arousal were tightly intertwined when bathed in Ben’s intoxicating—toxic—scent.     

After whatever-this-was was over, Rey vowed to go out and fuck some faceless dude; she needed to not have this reaction to Ben.  This inexplicable connection.  Maybe she’d do more than one.  It made her stomach churn but she’d do anything to make what she felt with Ben fade away.        

The soft kneading of her scalp had stalled.  “It’s our place, kitten.”   

“We don’t live together.”  Rey refused to turn her head to gaze at him.  In the turned-off flat screen in front of them, Rey could see the reflection of her and Ben sitting on the couch, the image blurry and disjointed.

“Whose home is this?”  Ben inquired.

Rey recognized the shift in Ben’s tone and the manner in which the question was posed.  The softness was gone.  Any playfulness was absent too.  It wasn’t said meanly; it was undeniably the same way he had just addressed Looker.  It reeked of confidence and control.

Ben wanted to make a point. 

Except there was no point to be made. 

If the apartment was not solely hers, then it didn’t exist at all.  “Guess not mine.” Rey shrugged, and it caused her shoulders to rub softly against Ben’s chest.  She hadn’t realized how close they had become.

There was no him and her.  There was no ours.  “You can have it.”  As she made the proclamation, Rey’s heart skipped a beat.  She fought the twinges of pain thinking about having to give up her place. It was a real home.  Not a room.  Not a short-term, temporary placement either.  It was hers.

Except… not anymore. 

“Last chance, kitten…” The term of endearment couldn’t hide what was lingering under the surface.  “I need to hear you say it.” 

“No.” Rey wished it came out louder but there was something in her throat, making it hard to swallow.  To talk. 

“Ben… Ben!”

The hand that had been at the back of Rey’s head was pressing her forward.   She tried to lash out, swiping widely at Ben. 

“Now, now—none of that.  I know it’s been a while, but I do expect you to behave.” 

“Fuck you,” Rey lashed out with her words since her other efforts were producing little result—her body was basically folded in half, with her head near her knees.  “Let me up!  Goddamn it—Ben!”

With an iron-clad grip on her, Ben made her lean into him and she started tipping to the side.  “Stop! Fuck!”         

There was a final yank and Rey was pulled across Ben’s lap, her hips popping up as her stomach made contact with his thighs, her legs trailing behind her.  “No…. no, no, no…”  A hand scuffed her neck as he manhandled her firmly, making her spread across his lap.

Rey’s stomach dropped, fearing what was most likely to come next.  She pleaded, “Ben… don’t do this…”     

“I’m trying to move forward, but you seem determined to take us back to square one.”  Ben’s hand easily found its way to her propped-up ass and he squeezed a cheek, keeping her in place.  “I don’t know why you choose to fight me.”  Ben gave a resigned sigh.  “It’s not me you’re hurting.” 

Ben’s hand dipped in between Rey’s legs, his fingers cupping her pussy.  It made Rey’s breath hitch.  She told herself it was because of the brooding sense of helplessness.  She possessed little control over anything, much less her body. Point in fact, Rey also couldn’t help the little sigh of relief that came out when Ben’s hand pulled back.  It was a little fucked up though, because while it was ‘better’, it was not ‘good’ that attention was most likely going to be focused on her ass instead.

“I told you that I don’t mind breaking you in again.  If I must.”

“Ben…”  Rey uttered his name again, unable to articulate anything in response.  She wished her stomach wasn’t still dropping.  It was going down, down, down—and dragging her with it. 

“You saying my name sounds as nice as I remember.”  Ben let the weight of his hand be felt as he rubbed over her ass from side to side, letting his hand dip in the crease of her ass each time it passed over. 

His languid moves contradicted Rey’s frantic, yet fruitless, attempt to get off his lap.  She knew she was trying—actually, really trying—but it felt like she was moving in slow motion.  Like she was moving through water. 

“It truly is a shame that I am forced to do this just to be able to hear my name…”  Ben’s hand disappeared… then there was a whooshing sound… his flattened hand smacked the tender flesh of her ass.  Rey gasped from the sudden impact, lurching forward a bit from the impact.  Ben shifted her back, tightening his hold on her.   

“Good thing I’m not picky as to the reason you are calling it out…”  When Ben’s hand raised up again, Rey couldn’t help tensing up, clenching her ass and pussy.  It made it hurt worse when the smack to her bottom occurred in the same place.  Again.  And again.    

Continued targeted hits to the jiggly part of her ass had Rey biting down on her bottom lip, trying to muffle her cry.  It was humiliating how quickly she was crumbling.  And Ben’s hand just kept going up and down. Up and down.  “I did all of this for you…”     

“I didn’t ask you to…”  Rey’s ass was on fire.  Its radiating heat warmed up the whole room, making it hard to breathe.  “I don’t want this….”

Ben continued on as if she never spoke, delivering another three spanks in succession to the same sensitive spot. “I changed my school…” 

“Didn’t ask for that either!”  Rey tried again to roll to the side, wiggling back and forth to get away, but Ben had a firm hold on her. 

“Brought my whole team here…” This time, Ben went low and aimed upward, hitting right under the curve of her ass.  The change brought on a grateful exhale—it was a welcomed reprieve to the area that Ben had been relentless with.  It was followed by Rey’s jaw clenching shut as the sting of being spanked somewhere new overtook her senses, amplifying the levels of pain radiating out.

Rey’s hands dug into the fabric of the couch as Ben delivered a series of lightning-fast spanks for the new area, making it just as tender and achy as the spot just above it.  All the while, he asked the most pointless question yet.  “Do you know what they gave up?”

“I didn’t ask for… for shit… for anything,” Rey’s voice broke as she spoke, lessening the impact of words.  As if it mattered.

A particularly searing hit had Rey crying out and she jerked, futilely trying again to get off his lap.  To block his blows.  Anything.  Ben pinched her broken-in ass, giving her a warning, "The more you try to get away, the harder I'll make them... and the longer it will last." 

Rey hesitated; she knew Ben wasn't bluffing, but it was too hard to stay still.  To quell that urge to resist.  

Ben seemed to understand.  "Do you want me to distract you?"  His fingers danced down the crease of her ass, heading in between her legs, her twitching pussy the obvious destination...

"No!  No," Rey squeezed her legs shut, groaning quietly when it created pressure and light friction on her clit.  "I don't need anything from you, you ass." 

“Oh sweetie... there's nothing wrong with admitting you need help.  Now... or in the future." But he did retract his hand before it ventured too far.  

Rey twisted her feet, wrapping her ankles together, trying to keep herself from moving.  She didn't need his 'help' to distract her and she sure as hell wasn't going to give him any fuel to make it worse than it already was.  

"I'm not surprised though—so stubborn.  There was nothing for you once you graduated, yet I knew you would never ask for anything.  You were so closed off to me."  Ben's hand caressed Rey's burning ass, reducing some of the sting and making her thighs clench together again.  Her pussy ached and Rey caught herself rocking slightly, chasing after... after something...  She stilled in horror, imagining how she must look over his knee.  

Ben chuckled softly under his breath, no doubt entertained by what he could see.  “You don't have to stop."  

It was bad enough to have to listen to Ben ramble, to have him spank her, but him knowing she was reacting to it was beyond horrific and a crushing wave of embarrassment washed over her. "Fuck you," Rey hissed. 

it just made Ben chuckle again, louder this time.  Moving on, he shared, "I wasn’t lying when I said I would always be there for you…  ...and it was obvious that my kitten needed me.” 

Ben hadn't resumed spanking her; then he stopped talking too.  He gave a content sigh, his fingers trailing around, making little patterns on her pushed-up ass.  The pause only clouded her mind with dread of what was to come. 

"If I have to do this again in the future, I think I would like to see you bare."  Ben reflected.  With the same casualness, he asked, “Why do you think that you got this scholarship, Rey?”     

That question… What?  What the hell?  The reference to her scholarship caught Rey off guard, as did Ben’s open palm when he re-struck her ass.  It was a heavy hit and his hand stayed where it landed. Like he wanted to feel the heat. 

Rey’s words were strained as she spit them out.  “What the hell are you talking about?” 

There was another heavy thud as Ben's hand gave another singular slow spank to her bottom.  “You think full-ride scholarships and spending money are given to salutatorians?”

The words laid heavy on Rey’s heart.  It served no comparison to Ben’s hand that raised up again to come down with increasing force.  The pain was settling out though; it was bleeding into a fuzzy cloud with no spikes or divets.  Rey felt high, her mind foggy.   The arm that she had used to try to block her spankings, dropped limply off to the side. 

Rey’s shoulders slumped forward when Ben chuckled.  “You think you earned all this?”

“Yes… I did…” Rey hiccupped out a half-sob.  The sound was wet and broken.  

“Wrong…” Ben’s voice dropped, “I gave it to you.”

This time Ben’s hand landed a little higher, hitting the area around Rey’s bruised tailbone.  A strangled cry ripped out of Rey and it matched what she felt inside. 

“No… I… me…” Rey tried to contradict Ben but her mind was overloaded with what he said—what was he really saying?  He was wrong.  She earned it.  She did…  

“All of it, Rey”

Rey didn’t believe it; she couldn’t believe it.  And she was being spanked again, too high, closer to her bruised tailbone.  Rey managed to get out, “…not there…hurts”

“You seem to have no qualms about hurting me.”  Ben’s voice was so gravely it was hard to understand him.  “I can’t seem to make myself not care.  You really don’t comprehend or appreciate the power you have over me.”  

By some mercy, Ben did move his barrages of never-ending spanks lower.  They didn’t sting like before.  Rey was overly sensitive yet the smacks on her bottom felt weirdly muted.  Rey remembered this feeling—her mind no longer able to distinguish between pain and pleasure.    

“I will always be here for you.  Helping you… Like that bag of whatever the fuck you bought last week—all me.” 

Rey’s ass burned, radiating heat wherever Ben’s hits landed.

Her pussy felt on fire too.

Both needed to be put out.  Taken care of.  

“Your fucking friend—courtesy of me, my sweet.”

The mention of Bazine made Rey whip a hand over her mouth, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of crying.  The betrayal of her friend still cutting deep.

“Everything in this place—in our fucking home—I gave to you.”

The tender underside of her ass was getting all of Ben’s attention.  The heat was coursing through her veins now, making her dizzy, convoluted further by what Ben was saying.  

“Everything you have is because of me.  Me, Rey.  Yet you couldn’t even say my fucking name.” 

The heat that had been spreading like wildfire across her body had nowhere else to go except deep in her gut, churning and revving up in intensity.  A tear escaped out, then another.  The pain blending with pleasure was more humiliating than the smacks themselves. 

“Stop, stop, stop…”  Rey began to beg, remembering Ben liked that.  “Please… please…. stop….” 

She knew what he wanted to hear and the words burst out like a dam.  “Ben… Ben!  It’s our place…”  That’s what Ben wanted, right? He wanted her to say it.  But… there was a rapid continuation of hits to her bottom, leaving her breathless.  Disoriented.  Sending inexplicable pleasure-laced shocks to her very core. 

Rey tried again, “You hear me?  It’s our place, Ben!”

She was being rocked back and forth, forward and back, though she couldn’t be for sure whether she was actually moving or if her thoughts had become completely liquefied and sloshing around in her skull.      

“Ben, Ben, Ben!!!”  Didn’t he hear her say it?  He was getting what he wanted, but his hand kept on landing on her ass.  Over and over.  “I said it’s our place… please… please stop…”

“You beg beautifully, kitten,” Ben praised her.  It was grossly offensive—yet Rey’s pussy pulsed all the same, wanting a reward for being good. 

“But you’re talking elementary and we’re in college now.”   

Ben’s voice dripped in manufactured concern, not letting up on her spanking.  “Kinda worries me… I got you into more challenging classes, ones on par for those like us, but have they been too much?  Are you struggling?  Are you handling your business?” 

 “I am… I am….” Rey’s tongue tripped over the simple sentences, her mind muddy as the sting, the heat, the pleasure-pain mix radiating from her tanned behind fought to be the center of Rey’s mind.    

It satisfied Ben enough for him to pause the barrage of smacks to her bottom.  “Mmmm, good…”  Ben sounded pleased and his hand dipped between Rey’s legs, hitting her inner thighs until she widened them.  Rey remained tensed up, scared as to why he wanted that—equally apprehensive about him continuing to spank her too. 

“I can confidently say that I am handling business too,”  Ben informed her. 

Rey laid across Ben’s lap, pliant and panting.  Her ass was tingling.  It stung.  Ached.   Worst of all was her pussy throbbing, making it all—front and back—on fire. 

No… the worst was not knowing what Ben was going to do next.  Or where.   Rey’s hips bucked on their own violation, her body somehow craving touch while dreading it at the same time. 

“Cute…”  Humiliation washed over Rey when Ben chuckled again.   Her body shook, trembled; her mind was buzzier than ever.   “Go on, sweetie, ask me what my fucking business is…”

“What….” Rey breathed out shakily, trying to compose herself.  “What…”  She started yelling when Ben grabbed at her.  She was desperate to get it out, before he did whatever he thought she deserved.  “Ben! Ben!  What is your business?” 

Thankfully, Ben didn’t spank her again; he didn’t not go for her pussy either.  No, he lifted her up.  Propped her up beside him.  Rey immediately shifted her weight to her arms; they were shaky but there was no way she could sit upright, putting any pressure and weight on her ass.     

Ben’s hand cupped Rey’s jaw, angling her face, so they were staring at each other.  His eyes were soft and fond.  “You.” 

Rey shook her head, not following what he was saying.  The sudden change of position, his demeanor, was throwing her off kilter.  She didn’t want to be spread across Ben’s lap, at the mercy of his hand—but she hadn’t expected it to be over.  It had ended abruptly, leaving her a wired-up, achy, needy mess.  “Me?  What? What does that mean?”” 

“That’s my business…  You.” Ben’s hand went up and he brushed away the remnants of her fallen tears. 

The King of Manipulation… that is what Rey had called Ben.  Knowing that didn’t make her head spin any less. A couple of fresh tears trickled down, surprising her.  Perhaps they stemmed from it being over—yet just beginning.  

Ben wiped those tears away too.  “Where you live, who you hang out with, what you eat, how you breathe—it’s all my business.”

His touch was gentle.  One hand was notably red from striking her; no doubt her ass was redder.  Rey yearned to turn into the hold, to nestle her cheek into the palm of his hand.  Her very being craved some type of comfort.  She stayed still though, pain and humiliation thrumming deep in her veins.   “No.”  No to it all.   “It’s not.”

Ben pressed forward, licking a solitary tear before it rolled all the way down her cheek.    

“Oh, my sweet and feisty kitten.  I wasn’t asking.” 

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Rey was laid across the couch once more.  This time, pillows were under her hips.  Not Ben’s thick thighs. Following her spanking, any building needy feelings had dropped off sharply with the pain from her tailbone immediately settling in.  

There was a knock on the door and Ben gave her a warning—be good—before he opened it, letting the person inside her home. No.  Rey’s brain flashed back to the lesson Ben just delivered.  It’s our home.

Rey checked out the guest.  All she knew is that Ben called Mitaka— she didn’t know the nature of that relationship yet, unsure if Ben was telling the truth about her scholarship—and now this guy was here.    

It was an older man, a bag in hand.  Rey’s face heated up, embarrassed about her positioning, but she didn’t look away.  She needed to know if this was a person that could help her.     

Once the stranger stepped into the living room, she made a request.  “Can you call 9-11 for me?  I’ve hurt my back; it’s hard to walk.”  It was an exaggeration, but she needed a compelling reason.  At the same time, she didn’t want to put the visitor at risk of being harmed.  She wasn’t quite sure what Ben was capable of.   

“You let her speak?”  It only took four words to determine that this man would not, in fact, be helping her—and that perhaps Mitaka was not as he seemed.

Ben scoffed, shooting the man a dirty look.  “Why the fuck not?”  He turned, his height allowing him to loom over the other without even trying.  “Be thankful I’m letting you.”

The guy threw a side-eye at Ben’s posturing and his lips curled into a forced smile. “Tell me—why am I here?”

“She bruised her tailbone.”  Ben led the man closer.  Ben slid Rey’s shirt up and pushed down her pants just enough so the affected area could be viewed. 

Ben was aware of Rey’s tailbone issue because after their ‘talk,’ he honed in that there was more going on than her bruised ego and buttocks.  Like he knew her or something.     

Rey told Ben the truth, expecting to be laughed at or similar, since she bruised her tailbone when trying to escape him.  He didn’t; rather, that is when he made the call to Mikata, resulting in their visitor. 

The man stepped up to Rey and pressed around her tailbone, making her rate the pain in different areas.    

At one point, Rey’s pants slid down a bit and apparently revealed something more.  The man’s tone changed.  “Ahh.  I was going to recommend domestic discipline...” 

There wasn’t that much of her ass showing, but apparently bits of her reddened skin where she had been spanked was exposed.  Rey awkwardly reached back, trying to cover herself up.  She felt Ben’s hand—she would know his touch anywhere—circle around her wrist and he firmly placed it to the side. 

Before she could verbally protest, he was pulling up Rey’s pants himself.   “And I recommend you stay in your fucking lane, doctor.”  Ben slid Rey’s shirt down too.

The doctor cleared his throat and an uneasy silence overtook the room.   

Rey didn’t look over but she could feel the two men sizing each other.  Determining who was the biggest bad. 

Finally, the doctor spoke.  “It’s not fractured.”  He started pulling things out of his bag.  He handed them over to Ben as he described them.  “This one is the strongest pain killer I’ve got; she can get addicted to these, so use them sparingly.  This one is a couple steps up from over-the-counter; I’d stick with these.” 

He handed a third container to Ben.  “Alternate one of those with these anti-inflammatories for the first 48-hours.  Ice the sore area as needed; don’t have her sitting for prolonged periods of time.”

Ben eyed the bottles.  “Can she still attend class?”

It took Rey off guard, but she masked it well.  She hadn’t gotten as far as to think about what the future might hold… hell, she was still processing Ben showing up. 

Rey had no idea what Ben’s actual objective was, but she had subconsciously assumed that she wouldn’t be able to go to classes.  Because she would be surrounded by people that could help her.  Holy shit.  She had classes tomorrow.  Rey would yell and scream the moment she could until it was impossible to be ignored. 

“How long is each of her classes?”

Ben answered for her, “Fifty minutes, give or take ten.”

Rey’s mind whirred into overdrive.  She’d have fifty minutes and the walk there to break free.  Ben may have the building surrounded, but he didn’t have control over everyone she would encounter on the way there.  Or once she was there. 

“Attending classes should be fine.  Get her a donut-pillow to use at home.” 

Rey resisted the urge to remind them both that she was there—that she could speak for herself and be spoken to directly.  Nope, she just needed to lay low and play nice until tomorrow. 

The man grabbed his bag and began walking toward the door.  “It should be healed in two to four weeks.”  Once at the door, he reached into his bag again.  With a poorly-masked sneer directed at Rey, he handed Ben a tub. “If you feel she deserves it, here’s some salve for that tender bottom.”     

Giving a hollow laugh, Ben took it out of the doctor’s hand.  He walked over and set the container, along with three bottles of pills, on the kitchen counter.  Then he headed back to the door. 

It was done so calmly.  Nonchalant.  Rey knew something was coming. 

The doctor yelped and then gave a silent scream—Ben’s fist was wrapped around the collar of the man’s coat, pulling it tight around his neck.  Ben hoisted the doctor up, keeping his back to the door, letting him dangle in the air.  

“If you ever refer to my girl’s bottom again, I’ll shove my arm up so far up yours that you won’t be able to walk out of here.”  Ben tightened his grip, making the man claw at the hands near his neck, trying to relieve the pressure.  “Do you understand?” 

Ben kept the doctor like that until he received some version of a head nod.  Then Ben smiled, released his hold and placed the man back on his feet.  The doctor’s face was a bright red; he didn’t say a word and ducked out quickly. 

Ben came over to Rey, grabbing her jaw, forcing her head to cock up.  “How did it feel?”  His jealousy came at her hot and fast. “Did you enjoy someone else seeing what is mine?” 

Rey jerked away, pushing herself up.  “You’re the one that welcomed him into our home.  How about a fucking apology for exposing me to him!”  The words flew out; Rey couldn’t ‘play nice’ when Ben was saying shit like that.       

“He sure as hell was sent here…” Ben yanked out his phone and started tapping away, typing a text message with just his thumb.  Rey watched warily as Ben finished up; then he made a phone call.  “Mitaka…”  Ben didn’t bother identifying himself or engaging in any pleasantries.  “If you ever send someone like that here again, whatever happens to them, will also happen to you.”

Ben’s mouth pulled tight as he listened to Mitaka on the other side of the line; then he responded, “I know that he isn’t going to be coming back... he might have a little accident on the way home.  What I said was not to send anyone like him in the future.”

When he got off the phone with a grunt in leu of a farewell, Rey couldn’t help but ask, “You… you aren’t killing him, are you?” She could honestly say she hated the man, but…

“How could I if I am here with you?”

“You know what I mean,” Rey pressed him.  She stood up, wincing in pain.  She wouldn’t have bothered, but she wanted some water—and perhaps one or two of those pills once she verified what they were.

“My boys have a lot of built-up energy.  They did give up hockey to be here.”  Ben gave Rey a pointed look.  Like it was her doing that it happened.  “I don’t control how they let off steam.” 

Rey regulated her breathing pattern, taken back by the implication of his words.  “Are you… like the mob?  Are the Solos involved in dark and shady things?”  It’d explain a lot. 

Laughter rang out.  “Fuck, what I would do to have you say that in front of my parents.”  He grinned, the laughter petering out.  “No baby doll, the Solos fight the good fight.”  He lowered his voice co-conspiringly.  “It’s Snoke and his little Kylo project that you should be worried about…”

“You seem a lot more chummy with them than me… besides, he’s not making you do anything as far as I can tell.  It’s all you.” 

“I suppose so.” Ben hummed in agreement.  “I do what I have to do in order to take care of business.”  He gave another laugh.  “I do sound like a mobster—shit.  Not involved in anything illegal though, babe.  My business is…”  Ben chucked her chin.

“Me; yes, you shared.”  Rey said dryly. 

“Us,” Ben added on. 

Changing the subject, Rey asked, “Where’s the meds?”

Into the kitchen Ben went, grabbing one of the containers and shaking out two pills.

“What are they?” Rey asked when Ben attempted to hand them over.

“Not the addictive ones, if that’s what you are wondering.  I’m not letting you use being drugged up for a reason why I do better than you in our classes.”

Shit.  Ben was really going to allow her to go to classes.  Rey replied in a neutral tone, “I want to know what I’m taking.”  She took one and turned it over, checking out its shape and the little letters stamped on it.  “I’ll look them up, verify they are what he said.”

To do that, Rey needed her computer.  She took off for her desk on the other side of the living room, albeit slowly considering the dull persistent ache of her bruised tailbone and the lingering, smarting pain from her spanking. 

She knew something was off before she got all the way over there.  Her papers were oddly organized and sure enough, her laptop was missing.  Of course it was.  Frustration bubbled up and Rey brought her hands to her face, making herself take some deep even breaths.   

Ben came over and leaned against the wall next to the desk.  “Everything okay, kitten?”

Rey took one last slow inhale and gave an even slower exhale.  Then, she gave herself a pep talk—she just needed to make it through the next sixteen hours.  Then, she’d be heading off to class.  To freedom.  “Where’s my computer?”

“Secure.” 

“I just told you that I was going to look up those pills to verify what they are.” 

“Use your phone.”  Ben said with a shrug, making a point to show disinterest.  “Speaking of which, where is it?” 

Rey wasn’t buying his act though.  She didn’t want to pull out her phone only for it to be taken away.  To be made ‘secure’ too.  Besides, it wasn’t like her burner phone had the capability to browse the internet or anything.

“You know what, never mind.”  Rey turned back around and this time, she went into the bathroom.  She pulled out two small bottles, Tylenol and Ibuprofen, and shook out a couple of pills from each.  Alternate them, that’s what she needed to do.  It was probably safer anyway, she told herself.

With them in hand, she headed to the kitchen, walking right past Ben.  It hurt to move, yet it felt good to have the freedom to do it freely. 

Well, within her own apartment.  Their apartment; her brain seemed it necessary to keep reminding her.

When she heard Ben falling into place behind her, she informed him, “I’m getting water.”   

Rey didn’t veer or even look in the direction of the front door.  Ben still followed her anyway and when she opened her cupboard and stood there—staring at all the plastic and paper items that had replaced her normal dinnerware—he reached over her, grabbing a red plastic cup.   

Rey could tell Ben was getting filtered water from the pitcher in the fridge.  He certainly knew his way around… Her eyes went to one of the canisters on the counter.  The one with pepper spray.  She didn’t want it that moment, but made a note to try and discreetly grab it before they went to classes the next day. 

Ben came up and handed her the filled glass, catching where she was looking.  “It’s not there anymore.” 

Rey huffed, not really meaning too.  Was there anywhere in this apartment he hadn’t become familiar with? 

“I see that a lot of things are gone.” Rey commented vaguely, taking the water.  She took the painkillers first.  She began opening and closing cupboards.  Then the drawers. “All the silverware too…” A small laugh popped out. “Except the spoons?”

“Yes,” Ben confirmed.  “Many items have been secured including the pots and pans—”

“The coffee maker?” Rey screeched slightly.  She twisted so her and Ben were facing each other.  “What do you have against coffee?”

There was a smile and Ben traced a line down Rey’s jaw.  “Do you think you can be trusted with scalding water?”

“Have you done something to make you concerned about that?” Rey retorted back.  “I can’t imagine what on earth that could possibly be...” 

Ben ignored Rey’s jab.  “I’ll let you earn them back.  Good girls get rewards, remember?”  He grabbed her by the waist, tugging her in.  “That’s my favorite lesson by the way.  Yours too if I remember correctly.” 

Her cumming in his mouth flashed through her mind—it had been her first reward.  Her second was the removal of the too-tight gag.  Guess Ben wasn’t wrong.  His rewards weren’t the worst part of his lessons. 

Ben pulled Rey flush to him, his thick thigh pressing into her sex.  “You’re gonna be good for me, aren’t you kitten?”  He ground up against her; she could feel him chubbing up. “I do so want to give you a reward.” 

Rey thought Ben was going to hug her—but no, he was turning her.  Pressing her into the counter.  He squeezed a handful of her ass right where most of his blows had landed, making Rey hiss. 

“But first we need to do something about this…”   With impressive speed, Ben de-panted Rey, fully exposing her spanked bum.  Her thighs.  With pressure put on her upper back, Rey was made to lean all the way over the counter. 

Of course, Rey straightened up once Ben moved away to grab the tub of salve.  She also reached down and pulled her pants back up.  Pantless, panty-less, and bent over a counter seemed like a recipe for disaster. 

A scenario that apparently Bazine had seemed to predict.  Though in the end, it didn’t really matter where the emergency whistle wound up, nobody was coming.

Nobody cares.  One of Rey’s first lessons in life came rushing at her.  But the cruel reality of that lesson hadn’t toppled her over yet and this situation wasn’t going to either.  Besides, the whistle probably wasn’t even there anymore anyway.  Rey just needed to count on herself.   

“Give it to me.  I can put it on.” Rey put out her hand for the soothing cream when Ben drew near, adding, “Please.” 

“Naw…” Ben kissed her temple.  He showed no type of response to Rey’s outstretched hand.  To her pants being back up.  That she was standing up.  “I said we were starting fresh.  The ‘new us’ helps each other.” 

“Sounds great,” Rey replied, sounding upbeat even in her own ears as she worked to match the easy breezy mood Ben was setting.  “But not with everything.  I can put cream on my own ass.”  The last bit made her smile only because of how absurd it sounded.  That’s right, fucking hilarious Rey was back—her ability to find humor where it didn’t exist was fully intact.   

“Rey, sweetie, pull down your pants.  Let me help you.”  Ben unscrewed and removed the lid.

Rey didn’t budge.  “I need the cream because of you… It would’ve helped if you had controlled yourself to begin with.” 

Ben’s smile turned into a grim one.  “I’m remembering why I had the other rule...  Don’t speak unless spoken to.”

Rey’s eyes fell shut and she worked to center herself.  Sixteen hours, she reminded herself.  She almost wished to be gagged because she wasn’t sure how she was going to be able to hold back from telling Ben off.  ‘Cause she wanted too.  Constantly.  Like every second. 

She tried one last time, “Starting fresh… wouldn’t that mean no rules?”

“One would hope,” Ben responded tersely.  “Now pull down your pants, arch your back…” Ben stared at Rey, his eyes black and filled with steely resolve.  “…and fucking present for me.”

Fuck, Rey wanted to fight.  She wanted to claw at Ben’s lust-ridded face and tell him to go to hell over and over until she had a voice no more. 

But… fuck… that’d be picking another fight.  Or more accurately, escalating the one she was in right then, even if she didn’t mean to start it.  Either way, she knew she wouldn’t win.  Rey knew that ultimately she’d end up with her pants back down with Ben applying the salve. 

Ben stayed silent, drinking Rey in.  Like he knew of the battle waging on inside and appreciated that he had a front row seat for it. 

He wouldn’t mind her fighting back, would probably welcome it, Rey told herself.  Maybe she’d end up back in those damn starfish rods from Ben’s stupid-ass freshman project.  Or, maybe she’d end up gagged for real.  She hated that. 

“I accept your offering to assist me,” Rey said with all the formality in the world. 

"How gracious of you," Ben snorted. “Go on then, bend over and show me that sweet ass…” 

The achy feeling in her pussy, that deep craving for attention, came back with a resounding slam when her thumbs hooked into her waistband.  It was the helplessness setting in. 

Ben watched her like a hawk as she slowly worked her pants down, trying not to rub where it was sore.  It took a lot to make herself do it… to do what Ben said, rather than fight.       

“That’s it.  The panties too...  A little further down… aww, your poor little bottom…”

Rey gritted her teeth.  Fight.fight.fight.   

“Now over the counter… c’mon Rey, just bend over… that’s it… keep going… I need to be able to rub this cream in for you, sweetie... there, that's better, doesn’t that feel better too, now push back a little more so I can see you… all of you...”

Why did Ben’s musk seem stronger when he was ordering her around?  His smell… his voice… the compromising position set a—conditioned, she told herself—response off inside her.  A simmering heat.  Rising with each second.

Cool air hit her sex once she bent over; it made her skim goosebump and her pussy twitch. It was already pulsing.  Her legs shook too, but she recovered quickly. 

“Fuck, there you go, tilt your ass up, a little more, oh kitten… perfect… stay just like that.”

And Rey did.  She held the pose—her chest against the cool counter, her back arched.  Her ass fully presented to Ben.  He probably could see her cunt peeking back at him too. 

She waited for the soothing cream to be applied.  That is why she was like that after all.  

But it was dry fingers that brushed against her.  Caressing her inner thighs, almost tickling them.  Up and over her ass, down the outside of her thighs, back to inside of her legs.  Around and around he went.    

Rey didn’t speak, scared of what might come out.  Ben’s fingers ghosted her, only to return, making those goosebumps almost painful as her over-sensitized body tried to cope with Ben’s teasing—and there was no doubt that teasing was exactly what he was doing.  Rey’s skin tingled painfully and her stomach trembled, contracting up...

Ben leaned forward and placed a soft kiss under Rey’s ear.  “All you have to do is ask.”

Humiliation warmed Rey's face up and she doubled down in her efforts not to react, not to respond.  Especially not to anything so simplistic.

Ben switched things up, wedging his hand between her bare legs. His fingers drew close to her pussy... before darting away... and then back near... closer still, giving a promise of what could be done... before pulling back yet again.  

Rey squirmed under the attention, but still feigned ignorance as to what she was supposed to ask for.  “Just... apply the cream, Ben.”

“So stubborn,” Ben whispered.  His fingers creeped back, but stayed away from anything that was covered in her little tiny hairs.  It was still enough to fool her pussy in believing it was going to be touched… only to have his hand retreat completely this time. 

Rey was relieved, telling herself it was better that he was no longer close enough to touch her there.  No longer in a position so a finger might slide in between her pussy lips.  Glide up and down.  Circle around her clit.  Smoothly, aided by her own slick. 

Ben scooped up a healthy dollop of the salve, asking, “Who do you think will win?” 

“It’s not a competition,” Rey breathed out shakily.  “Put it on,” she ordered, making her voice sound more firm. It was followed by soft groan—her own, to her mortification—because fuck, the salve felt so good as Ben worked it into her abused flesh.  Rey couldn’t even care when a second breathy moan slipped out.  She hadn’t realized how bad her ass hurt post-punishment until it was being made to feel so good. 

“Mmm... like that, do you?”  Ben continued to apply the soothing cream, his fingers unnecessarily following the crease where her ass met her upper thighs.  He stepped back. “Pink isn’t my favorite color, but I can’t deny what a lovely shade this is.  It’s a blush, maybe lighter… turns almost white when I press into it…”  Ben dug his fingers into Rey’s ass and she swayed; it felt so good, so necessary. 

“Though it could be the canvas that I prefer.”  Ben murmured, softly patting Rey’s bottom.  “Would stare at it for hours if you’d let me.”

Rey heard the unmistakable sound of pants being unbuttoned, unzipped, and she tried to turn around, to shift away.  She was made to stay in the position over the counter. 

“Okay, it's all done… Thanks for the help.” Rey stated, her voice raspy.  “Gonna pull up my pants now.”  She tried to reach down for pants and her ass jutted out more, pressing into Ben.  She could feel wiry hairs pressed against her.  And that he was unmistakably hard.    

“Naw... I wanna look a little bit more.  It’s a shame to cover it up.”  Ben reached over Rey’s bent body for the canister that used to house her pepper spray, flicking the lid off and reaching in to retrieve a tube of lube.  He popped its lid as he kicked her legs further apart. 

Sixteen hours?  Hell no.  She couldn’t do this.  Rey put some force behind her efforts to get herself out of the compromising position with little success.

“Relax kitten, not gonna fuck you.” Ben murmured, slathering lube on the inside of her thighs.  As he did, Ben’s hand rubbed up against her pussy and Rey mewled—immediately slapping a hand over her mouth. 

“Unless you want me to,” Ben rumbled.

“Noo-oo.” Rey breathed out.

“The longer you tell me no, the longer I’m gonna make you beg for it once you finally start being honest about what you want." Ben slapped his dick against the softness of her inner thighs, and upward, making it smack against her pussy. "Close your legs.”

Rey wasn’t really following, but she wasn’t about to argue about being able to bringing her feet together. 

“More… squeeze your thighs together… c’mon sweetie, make a soft warm home for my dick.”

Rey gasped, catching on to what he about to do. 

“Close them all the way...  clench them… fuck, there you go…”

With his dick wedged between her thighs, Ben pulled her upright, hand on her tit, and began rocking back and forth… his dick slipping in and out of her thighs.  Rey immediately stiffened, regretting it when Ben responded with a moan.  “Perfect… so nice and tight…”

The rocking was weird, but Rey could feel herself being sucked into the lull of it.  Ben was so big, so strong behind her.  Thrusting in and out.  Using her body strictly for his pleasure.

“Shit…”  Ben cursed, already picking up speed, chasing after the friction Rey’s thighs provided.  “I deserve a goddamn medal for being so patient… the things we could’ve been doing… for months….”  A hand went to Rey’s thigh and pressed it inward, keeping her tight for Ben.

With muted groans huffed into her hair, Ben fucked Rey’s thighs with little restraint.  His cock felt so much larger than she remembered.  The hardness was familiar… she had been dry humped a number of times by Ben.  This was a lot wetter.  Better?  It sounded like they were fucking for real… the grunts, bare skin slapping on bare skin, the squelching, sloppy sounds courtesy of the lube.  

It didn’t feel good—not really, her thighs were already starting to feel chafed.  That didn’t seem to matter to Rey’s pussy.  It was heated, wet, and pulsing… crying for that thick cock to push upward.  Thrust into her.  Breach her. Fill her up.  That deep-seated craving —to have those hard, rhythmic thrusts to be plowing deep inside her, not across her thighs—erupted and Rey whimpered.

Rey bit the inside of her cheek to avoid making any more noise and made the mistake of looking down, only to see Ben’s dickhead pop out of her clenched thighs.  It was a ruddy red, angry-looking, saying a quick hello before disappearing again.  Taunting her.  Mocking her.  Nothing being done would actually get her off.  

Ben’s hand dropped, teasing around her pussy before lightly smacking it when he pressed forward.  All the while, he remained relentless in fucking her thighs.  A desperate moan slipped out, making Rey thrash—she had to grip the edge of the counter to remain on her feet as her pussy was firmly smacked in tandem with Ben fucking in and out of her thighs.  It was just enough to keep her wet… to keep her needy… nowhere close to taking her over the edge.  

“Last chance, kitten… all you have to do is ask…”

Rey knew what would happen if he slipped inside her… Or, if more targeted attention was paid to that little bundle of nerves which were now throbbing from Ben's soft smacks. They were desperate for touch.  For pressure of any kind.  She bit back another moan and managed to get out a drawn-out “Nooo…". Said to convince herself as much as him.”

“Fine by me,  I’m patient…” Ben grunted, speeding up with shorter thrusts.  “…as fuck.  It won’t be long…”  He was like a mad man behind her; she knew he was close and braced herself for it.  “…you’ll crying for me…  wanting me… fucking… fuck…”

The first rope of Ben’s cum spurted against the cabinet as he growled in her ear.  The rest coated her inner thighs and then was smeared as he thrust a couple more times, milking his orgasm as much as he could. 

“Shit… shit!  Too fucking good…” His broken voice sounded way too good to Rey’s ears. 

Ben staggered behind her when he jerked away, swearing again when overstimulation hit him quicker than he expected.  “Don’t move.” 

Rey glanced over her shoulder to see Ben grab some paper towels. 

“I said don’t fucking move.” Ben snapped; he wiped the sweat off his face and then dabbed around his softening cock

Rey hadn’t thought she had moved, but damned if she didn’t want to dance around just as a ‘fuck you.’  But she didn’t.  Besides, her legs felt like jelly.  On the plus side, any pain from before was secondary. 

“Here...  I'll clean you up too.”  Ben tapped her legs, indicating that she should open up.  

It was hard to shuffle them out—her muscles were tightly contracted.  Her fingers were still gripping the counter and her thighs still clenching together.  There had no crescendo for her.  No release.  Rey swayed as her body fought itself; it mourned having to come down from the cliff while simultaneously still trying to make it over the edge.  

Rey's thighs trembled, visibly shaking when Ben started wiping the film of spunk he left on her.  As he pulled up her pants, She almost didn't catch his comment, “This is contaminated.”  It didn’t really make sense.   

What was to come still didn’t register when Rey was pressed downward, forced to crouch.  “Might be more comfy on your knees,” Ben suggested.

“For what?” Rey stared up as Ben.  He couldn’t possibly want her to suck him off; he just came.  Her assessment was confirmed when he tucked himself back in his pants. 

“Oh kitten…” Ben bent down beside her and guided Rey’s face to the cabinet.  Her nose was inches away from where his cum had hit.  Some remained where it landed, but bits had begun to drip and roll down. 

“Don’t worry; I can help you.” Ben let her know.  “I’ll always be here to help…”  He put up two fingers and waggled them.  “Tell me which hole you want…”

Rey inhaled so sharply, it came out as a gasp. 

She knew what he was talking about.

My cum belongs in one of your holes.

Rey pierced her lips together, stopping all the words she wanted to shout at him.  But not the death-glare sent his direction. 

Ben took it as an answer.  “Not your mouth this time?  Lay back and spread your legs then, sweetheart.” 

He gave a smug half-smile as he supplied an empty reassurance.  “I’ll push it in gently.  I know it’s been a while…”

Without further hesitation, Rey rolled out her tongue.  She closed the gap between her and the cabinet and gave a long lick against the smooth surface, lapping up Ben’s cum splattered there. 

Ben cursed under his breath and grabbed her jaw, yanking it toward him before she could close her mouth. “So fucking hot…”  Ben tilted her head one way and then the other, his eyes glued to her extended tongue covered in his cum.  “Now swallow it…”

Rey resisted rolling her eyes—along with the pressing urge to gag— and forced it down.  After, Ben guided her face back to the cabinet, letting it go so she could lick the cabinet again. 

“Get it all,” he breathed out shakily.   He didn’t make her show him her tongue again, but he did come closer.  “There… get that bit there too.”  His breathing was becoming notably labored again with notable small hitches each time her tongue darted out to clean all his cum off the cabinet. 

“Done.” Rey mumbled, humiliation washing over her.  He inspected the cabinet, running his finger across it.  “Good.  You did so good.  Now your mouth…  show me,” Ben demanded. 

Rey wasn’t surprised, he had needed that during their ‘special night’ too.  She turned her head before he could make her and stuck out her tongue, showing proof there was nothing remaining.  “Wider,” he instructed and Rey dropped her jaw.

As stupid as his request was—as if there would be residual cum she was keeping in her mouth for later—she couldn’t prevent the waves of heated embarrassment from washing over her.  Ben inspected her mouth, fingers running across her teeth, over the top of her tongue, pressing down so he could get a better look inside.

“Very good…” he praised again.  He guided her mouth closed; his thumb rubbed against her bottom lip.  “You know what that means, don’t you.”  It wasn’t really a question.  Rey knew he was talking about another past lesson and she began scurrying backwards, not wanting it.   But Ben scooped her in his arms in one easy swoop, standing up as he did. 

“Good girls get rewards.” 

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Good girls get rewards. 

Ben carried Rey out of the kitchen, across the living room, toward the bedroom—the apparent setting for where Ben intended to deliver a reward to Rey.   

Truth be told, Rey wanted a reward.  Something positive to offset her day.  Not the one that Ben was prepared to give her.  She wasn’t sure what he was planning but with the bed being the likely destination, she had a couple of ideas… It would be nothing she wanted, but, without a doubt, would involve pleasure.       

Rey didn’t think they’d do it.  She hoped.  Last time, Ben had wanted it to be consensual.  Not in a we-won’t-do-it-if-you-don’t-want-to way… No, it was arrogantly framed as we-are-going-to-do-it-and-you-will-want-it.  

He got what he wanted.  Ultimately, Rey willingly gave Ben their one special night for reasons she didn’t fully understand—refusing to reflect on anything she felt that night beyond wanting her first time to be given rather than taken. 

“For my reward,” Rey spoke up, “I’d like my computer.  Please.” 

“Oh yeah? Why’s that?”  Ben was carrying her bridal-style and he turned to the side to get them through the bedroom door.  Rey almost didn’t hear him; she was staring at the thick pieces of duct tape over the latch hole in the door frame.     

Ben must’ve thought she’d run for the bedroom at some point—and he had been prepared.  Sure, the tape barrier could be removed with some effort.  But as it was, she wouldn’t be able to close and lock the door.  She wondered if the bathroom door was doctored that same way.   

“Upcoming test.”  Rey muttered.  It hit her that Ben said they could study together for it.  “Next week, remember?” Her head ached as she tried to wrap it around what that meant.      

Ben set Rey down on the bed, grabbing her ankle when she tried to scoot away.  He squeezed it as a warning for her to stay put.  The need to fight, to get away, flared up and Rey had to choke it back down.  She wasn’t going to take on a battle just to fight—she needed win.   

She shifted on the bed, trying to get comfortable.  There was still some tenderness on her bottom and discomfort around her tailbone, but the painkillers were kicking in.  Glancing around the room, Rey stilled… her attention going to the window that led to the fire escape.  Her tall dresser had been situated in front of it, prohibiting easy access.  With some muscle, effort, and time, it could be pushed away… but as it was, it would be an effective obstacle in Rey trying to quickly exit.  Even if she could wiggle out to get to the landing, she’d be snared by someone of the hockey team below, Rey ruefully reminded herself. 

Ben saw her looking and he waited.  Letting her soak it in. 

Rey acknowledged what he had done. “The fact that you felt compelled to do that should tell you something, Ben.  It’s not right.  This is not right.”  His disinterest was obvious. Frustrated, she pointed out, “Not to mention, it’s a fire hazard.  It’s dangerous.”

Tilting his head, Ben cocked an eyebrow.  “So am I if you’re not a good girl.” 

His condescension overshadowed the threat and without thought, Rey flipped him off.  She immediately regretted it because it only made him laugh.  “Sure, baby, I just came but give me a little time and I’ll fuck you just the way you need.”

His words caused icy shivers to race down Rey’s spine.  They were contradicted by the flash of warmth between her legs when she flashed back to the last time her and Ben did it—the only time—it had been good, mind-blowing really.  Ben had been a diligent lover, capable to coax orgasm after orgasm out of her.  Her pussy twinged pleasantly with the memory. 

It was frustrating—the blooming heat—but Rey refused to feel guilty about her body’s reaction… Not to mention, it wasn’t her fault that she had been essentially edged twice already that day. 

Hunching over, Ben petted her cunt, not helping the situation.  “Don’t worry, you can still have a reward now and that later.” 

“No thanks,” Rey retorted, working to keep her sarcasm at bay.  “A reward now is sufficient.  And I’d like my computer.  Please.” 

Ben grinned, his eyes dancing.  “Sure.”  His teeth glinted in the light. 

“Okay.” 

“Okay.” 

Her patience would rival his, she committed to herself, and she kept her voice calm.  “It wasn’t on my desk.  You obviously moved it.”

Ben hummed, “So I did.  I had to make some updates to it.”

“I see.”  Rey knew that whatever he had done wouldn’t be a benefit to her.  When he made no effort to retrieve her computer, she asked yet again.  “So… can I have it?” 

Ben blinked slowly.   “Mmmm… I had something else in mind.”  Rey could about guess and so she tried a different tactic.  She gestured to her backside.  “Hurt, remember?” 

“My poor little kitten.”  Ben tsk’d.  “A distraction is what you need.”

“Yes,” Rey rushed to agree. “A nap.”  It was exactly what she needed. 

Tomorrow Ben would let her leave for the class.  She would escape.  Employ her carefully laid back-up plans.  A nap would pass the rest of this day away—not to mention, she was physically and emotionally spent. 

Before Ben could say anything else, Rey kicked off her shoes and moved swiftly, gingerly, to get settled.  Being side-by-side, on top of the covers, with their own pillow seemed safe enough and she set it up before turning on her side, wiggling, getting herself comfy.  When she was done, she lifted up her arm… and looked up at Ben expectedly. 

Shit. 

She made a mistake. 

Rey assumed that there was no way she would be allowed to nap alone.  But it looked like Ben was stepping out of the room, only pausing when he saw that she had made room for him.  She quickly dropped her arm, but before she could curl up in a new position, Ben was on the bed behind her, pulling her in close, wrapping his arm around her.  His softened cock was nestled against her ass; it was a relief—it wasn’t as threatening in this state.  Her back was pulled into his chest.  Ben felt massive behind her, soft yet unyielding. 

They were snuggling. 

Cuddling.

It wasn’t the worst thing in the world.  Rey didn’t hate it.  Didn’t despise that it was happening with Ben.  Staying at hostels, surrounded by strangers, with Ben’s oversized hoodie wrapped around her, Rey’s mind would go back to when he had held her all night.  The heat, the firm hold, the soft exhales—she had felt safe.  Even now, it was like he was creating a protective cocoon around her. 

Rey wanted to be cynical about it—he was the person she needed protection from.  But instead, Rey drifted off to sleep.

It wasn’t a restful nap with Rey tossing and turning often from tailbone pain.  But each time, Ben would adjust, keeping Rey close, their bodies touching, his face finding a part of her to nuzzle into, and she would find herself dozing off again.

The daylight was gone when Rey felt the stirrings to wake up all the way, though she wasn’t sure how late it actually was.  Her and Ben were curled up, facing each other; his arm was extended, draped over her thigh, and their lower limbs intertwined.

There was enough light shining in from the living room that Rey could make out Ben’s face.  With his hair falling off to the side, his nose was more prominent.  Her finger itched to trace the slope of it.  His mouth was relaxed, making his lips look fuller.   Her eyes followed his jawline, and then she took in his frame, his shoulders, wide and broad. 

She wondered why he was there.  Why he cared.  Rey meant nothing to the billions of people on the earth, a nobody to the millions in the city, yet this one person had decided that she meant everything.  Ben.  Ben Solo.  He hadn’t been exaggerating that there was an endless supply of females that wanted him.  She knew it. Yet, he kept bullying his way into her life, demanding her.  The compulsion to kiss him and run away hit her at the same time. 

“I missed you, you know.”  Ben’s voice was heavy with sleep, groggy and slow.

She hadn’t realized he had woken up.  “Oh,” Rey whispered, unsure how to respond.  She had thought of him regularly too… preparing and planning so that she didn’t end up exactly where she was. 

“We saw each other almost every day and then poof—you were gone.” 

Rey didn’t say anything this time.  Ben was too unpredictable.  Had he chased after her phone-bus diversion?  The fake lead she gave Plutt?  He could be setting her up, still half-asleep but willing to administer a punishment.    

Not all the way awake yet, Ben leaned in, inhaling deeply.  “You’re using the soap I bought you?” 

Rey nodded. “I am.”  Then in an attempt to preserve the comfortableness of the conversation, Rey told him, “Thank you.  I really like ‘em.”  She always did feel so pampered using them; his gift had been the nicest thing she had ever received.    

A lop-sided smile overtook Ben’s face.  Rey much preferred that reaction over the one she got before, when she called it creepy that he had a gift in his bathroom.  Waiting for her.

“I can get you the whole set, if you’d like.  They’ve got a skincare line too.”

“Oh.”  There was a burst of childish glee at the thought, but it faded as quickly as it popped up.  When she was allowed to leave for her class, she had no intentions of coming back. 

Ben cupped her jaw, his thumb softly rubbing her cheek.  “I was serious when I said I wanted to start fresh.” 

Rey didn’t pull away, but she wasn’t buying it.  He was being nice right now, but he was quick to change the second she didn’t follow his instructions.  His ego was still very much alive and healthy.  Curiosity got the best of her though.  “What does that mean to you?”    

“Pushing ourselves and each other to be better.  Us being there for each other.  Taking on life together.”  He thumbed across her bottom lip, pulling it down just enough so it would bounce back up.  In general, what he was saying didn’t sound too crazy until he tagged on, “Becoming one.”   He paused again and then asked, “What about for you? What does it mean for us to be starting fresh?”

“I told you, I’m fine with being alone.”  She repeated what she told him months ago.  “Prefer it actually.” 

“Liar.”  Some of the softness in his face ebbed away.  “Starting fresh means that we need to be honest with each other.  No matter how scary it is.”

“Being honest isn’t scary… not to me.  It’s your reactions that are scary.  Telling me that you’re dangerous if I’m not good…  That’s scary, Ben.” 

“I mean, it’s true… But thank you for telling me.  I’ll keep that in mind.” Ben quipped back and Rey couldn’t tell if he was taking the piss out of her or if he was serious.  “What are we, if we can’t learn?” 

It was what he said to Looker, making Rey wonder if Ben was making an effort to not be as intense.  Would he be less demanding?  But Rey shut that line of thought down, it was too hard to believe considering since he returned, she’s already been spanked and bent over the counter so he could get off.

“I searched for you.”

Rey swallowed hard, not wanting to go down the path. 

His hand curled around her ass and he tugged her closer.  When she flinched, he asked, “It still hurt?”      

“Uh, not as much as before; I don’t think,” Rey stumbled over her answer.  She didn’t explain that pain hadn’t been the reason for her reaction. 

“You should take another round of that prescription.”  Ben tucked his leg between hers, subtly moving it along the inside of her thighs.  Slowly, suggestively.    

“I… I ended up just taking my own stuff,” Rey clarified, not that it mattered—she said it to keep the conversation going.  Anything to ignore the fingers dancing across her bottom, his leg edging up higher and higher… but it was too late… the pleasure center of her brain had been triggered, making her tummy go funny, her skin tingle wherever he touched. 

“What should we do now?” Ben murmured, his fingers latching onto her hip bone.       

“Homework?” Rey hadn’t meant for it to come out like a question. 

She wasn’t used to this.  The soft touches. The gentleness.  Being close to someone.   

“Homework, huh?”  His thumb traced little circles into the soft spot right inside her hip bone; it kinda tickled before blurring into something else…  “Tell me, kitten, are you wet?”

“What? No!” Rey hated that he took her off guard—she should’ve known. Heat flashed across her chest and she could feel a flush moving up to her neck. 

“Really? Not even a little bit?”  His knee nudged up against her cunt, eliciting a notable inhale.  Barely audible, but glaringly obvious.           

“No…” Rey said it as firmly as she did the first time.  She hoped. 

“Oh baby, why must we play this game?”  Ben’s voice was teasingly smug.  Still holding onto her, Ben tried to make her fuck up against him.  She resisted, her muscles tightening.  Ben didn’t force it, but he did move her in place, making her body do some watered-down version of grinding against his. 

“Ben…” There was so much she wanted to say.  So much she should say.

“I love when you say my name,” Ben whispered, his voice husky.  He tried again, guiding her hips, encouraging her to rock forward.  “Can you say it again?” 

It came out a little too freely. “Ben…”

“There you go… so beautiful… all of you.”

Rey looked away, burying her head into the pillow. Because there it was.  Reverence.

“I’m still waiting for an answer,” Ben reminded her, as if he hadn’t been talking in questions the whole time.  “An honest one.” The undercurrent in his voice… Rey couldn’t decipher it.  Was he taunting her?  Imploring? “I’m being honest with you.  I told you that I missed you.”  It was seductive either way.   

Rey swallowed, then jolted with the realization that Ben’s hand had moved… yet she was rocking and rubbing up against him.  On her own.  Her eyes flitted to Ben, trying to see if he had noticed.

There was a smirk on his face.  “I’ll ask you again…  Are you wet?”

If Rey hadn’t been at the beginning of the conversation, she sure as hell was getting there—and it pissed her off.  She swallowed, needing a minute. 

The lack of an immediate response made Ben chuckle knowingly.  Fingers teased around her ribs, flirted around her breast.  “I remember you trying to deny that you felt any pleasure that day in the library.  You were crying out my name so sweetly.  You know…” He lowered his voice for the last bit, like it was a secret.  “…when my mouth was on your cunt.” Ben resumed rocking his leg against her pussy.  It wasn’t enough.  “It was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard… ever tasted.”

It was all... too gentle.   Everything he was doing was a stark contrast from when he did earlier.  Put over his knee.  Bent over the counter. Guess it didn’t matter.  Soft.  Hard.  No matter the touch, Ben had the ability to make Rey’s pussy warm.  Fill her gut with heat.   

Ben chuckled again quietly as he reminisced.   “I remember looking down at you… open-legged, squirming…”  His fingers shifted downward, caressing the core of her body.  “So needy… your pussy was dripping in anticipation.”    

Rey’s tummy contracted when he brushed over it.  It tickled.  Burned.  He kept going on, his hand going downward.  “Tell me sweetie, is it doing that now?”    

Rey was ready to say no.  Her mouth was opened and she was ready to say it.  It would be easier to say no than to share that her skin was buzzing… to tell of the little pulses across her pussy… of how it was getting harder to breathe.

“Honesty… that’s what we owe each other,” Ben murmured.  His hand ventured even closer to her sex, flitting around it.  It was a promise.  A threat.         

“I want you to stop,” Rey got out.  “That’s me being honest.”  It was true.  She did want him to stop.  She didn’t want him to remind her how it felt to have his fingers press inside, to massage her walls, how two fingers felt even better than one.   It was honest.  As honest as Rey also craved more friction, to have slippery digits slide over her clit, teasing it, pleasing it.    

“Mmmm,” Ben shook his head in disagreement.  “I actually think you don’t want me to stop.  But I’m not going to hold that one against you… you’ll learn to better understand yourself soon enough.” 

Ben put pressure on her shoulders, guiding her to lay back.  He climbed on top and her body twitched in memory of graduation night… him over her.  The pleasure he brought.  The attention.  Unbridled passion.  For her.  “That’s why I’m keeping it simple.  Either you’re wet… or you’re not.  Yes or no?” 

Oh, how Rey wanted to say no.  She needed to be able to say no. 

Ben’s upper body dropped and his lips brushed against the shell of her ear.  “Spoiler alert, I am going to check.  Thought you should know before you answer.” 

He placed a chaste kiss to her temple.  “Go on, sweetie, give me my answer, the honest answer, and then guide my hand to your perfect little pussy.”

Rey’s brain was a jumbled mess; she shouldn’t have let Ben climb on top of her.  If she told him to stop, would he? 

No.

Rey knew the answer. 

Flattening his hand, Ben cupped her sex, sending electrical currents across her skin, through her veins.  A sole finger tap-tap-tapped right over her entrance.  “What do you think I will feel, hmmm?  When you open yourself up to me?  Would you still try to tell me you aren’t wet even with the evidence coating my fingers?”       

Rey exhaled shakily, the light teasing pressure with each tap was too intense, making her pussy quiver.  She had told herself she wouldn’t feel guilty about her body’s reactions to Ben, but it was hard.  She wanted to be pissed, angry.  Repulsed.  But instead, she felt vulnerable, exposed.  Wanting. 

“Please…” Rey’s voice cracked.  “Please don’t.”  She desperately wanted to rub her thighs together; she felt so achy.  All of her.    

“Don’t what?  It’s just a simple question.  Are you wet?”

She was.  She knew it as well as Ben. He wasn’t going to let any of this go… She needed to own it.  He had got her with her defenses down.  Set her up and took a first row seat to watch her come undone in front of him. So… Rey told the truth.  Biting her bottom lip, she shook her head up and down.

“Tell me, kitten; say it.” he whispered.  “Is that needy cunt sweet and slippery?”

He was right.  Her pussy wasn’t just wet, it had become needy.  Ben knew… of course, he knew.  “Yes.” Rey’s cheeks heated up with admission; her thighs clenched, her stomach too. 

“Yes what?  Speak up, I want to hear my soft little kitten voice.”

“I’m wet…”  She shuddered, her breath quickening… How?  How was Ben able to do this to her?  Her body was not hers, but an instrument.  One that Ben knew how to play. 

“What is?”  Ben’s voice had become gravely.  “Say it, let me hear you say it.”  

“My pussy,” Rey said with an exhale.  If she was going to do this, she wasn’t going to shy away.  She locked eyes with Ben.  “My pussy is wet.”

“Fuck…” Ben panted, a pained look overtaking his face.   They laid there; their labored breathing filling the room, mouths open, chests heaving. Tension laid thick, oppressive and volatile.

When Ben’s hand lifted off her cunt, Rey swallowed back a whine, resenting the cold in its wake.  She was distracted though, when he lowered himself, aligning his mouth right above hers.  Hovering over it. Rey inhaled heavily through her nose.  Holding her breath.  Waiting for the inevitable kiss—his lips against hers, their tongues sliding together.  Waiting...    

“Was it a dream?  Our night?”  Ben’s lips ghosted hers.  No, she sobbed inside, her chest heaving as she did.  It wasn’t a dream.  Her life changed forever because of that night.

“Did it really happen?” Ben’s voice was raw and he sounded as vulnerable as she felt.  “Tell me it did.  Tell me that it was real.”  His lips brushed against hers, and a little sigh escaped out.  Using the pressure of his lips, he pulled hers one way then the other.  “Tell me you are real.” 

Rey tried to talk, unsure of what words were about to spill out, but when she widened her mouth to speak, Ben engulfed it.  Crushed his mouth against her.  Mashed their lips together and Rey moaned, she moaned, kissing back as hard as he was giving it.  Sighing with the hot slide of his tongue, opening her mouth wider so he could lick into it. 

He shifted, his arms cradling her head, allowing him to deepen the kiss.  To suffocate her with it.  Her arms were in motion too, not to push him away; no, fingers found his hair and they wrapped around his tresses.  The kiss kept going on, so wet, intoxicating sweet with the lack of the urgency making her light-headed. 

Only when Rey was too blissed out to kiss back properly—when she had been reduced to tiny little sounds and soft moans—did Ben finally pull back, letting them both swallow down mouthfuls of air. Ben's cheeks were flushed and lips a dark red, kissed swollen.  Rey could only imagine what she looked like—but she didn’t care.  She still had a hold on him and she couldn’t help her fingers strumming through his hair. It was far silkier than imagined, soft and light.   

“I wanna make sure this isn’t a dream, okay,” Ben rasped.  “Let me see… can I see?”  She could feel his heartbeat through his chest and it was fuel to continue—it being this horrible, wonderful invasive blanket of want for Ben.  His fingers tucked into her waistband.  “Tell me you want this.”     

A moment of clarity broke through and Rey whined out a no.  “No, no, no, no…”  She chanted it, hoping it was audible.  That he heard it. Can hear her.  “We can’t do this.” 

“Why?” Ben didn’t sound like himself.  He usually sounded so assured.  So arrogantly confident.        

“You can’t just walk in…” Rey’s head was swimming, hazy, and she tried to find the words.  “Walk in and take over.  I have a life, Ben.”  Her voice petered out as she repeated it. “My life.” 

Then she cried out—Ben had smacked her cunt.  It was a hard, heavy hit and it vibrated out.  Her legs tried to close, to create some type of protection in the event there was another one coming.  She couldn’t and there was; it came swiftly and her pussy gushed, the pain seamlessly intermixing with pleasure.    

Ben’s voice remained strained.  Restrained.  “Do you know how hard I worked to give you this life?  What I had to do to make this happen for you?” 

“I didn’t ask for it,” Rey slurred, trying to scoot away, but Ben grabbed her arms, keeping her pinned. 

“Because you’re so fucking stubborn,” Ben’s voice heated up, going up in volume.  “You refuse to—” He stopped, took a breath.  “I am trying to do this right… but you can’t even be fucking honest with me.” 

Was he really trying to do better?  Did it matter?  “Ben…” Rey floundered; her mind blank as to what to say.   

“Honest; be honest.  Do you want this?”

Rey could say she was weakened, worn down by Ben’s relentless barrage of requests.  His questions.  But they were going to be honest.  She needed to be honest.   Unable to bring herself to say the words, Rey nodded. 

Another smashing kiss left her breathless and melting into the bed.  She lifted her hips when his fingers went into her waistband so he could tug them down.  The cool air hitting her skin only made her want it more, her body craving the heat that came with Ben. 

“So fucking beautiful Rey, you know that?" Ben kissed up her body, showing no sense of urgency. "Gonna pull off your panties now…”

Rey broke off a sob, nodding again and letting him do it.        

“Sshhh, keep being good for me.  Let me see…”  Ben’s hands went to her inner thighs, making her spread open.  Fully exposing her to him. Then there was a strangled groan...

Ben had discovered Rey’s little secret. 

“You... you’re sopping.”

Rey’s hips bucked, her head going to the side, unable to face him.  It’s okay, she told herself.  It’s okay for her to want this.  It’s her reward.  She deserved a reward.  Ben said so. 

“Bet I could slip right in…”   Without any other preamble, a thick finger pressed in and Rey shuddered, her system shocked by the pure pleasure with taking him in deep, too quick, or maybe just right.  Wet, slick sounds surrounded them as Ben began stroking, in and out.  Rey’s muted moans became part of the mix when he added a second finger, wiggling them together to massage her walls.  Keeping her on edge.  She whined when he withdrew completely, but it caught in her throat when she felt the blunt head of Ben’s cock nudging at her hole. 

With just the head tucked inside her, he paused and Rey couldn’t help her pussy from clenching around him, clamping down and releasing, and again.  Trying to close, but unable to.  “Fuck baby, look at you, your pussy is already trying to milk this dick…”   Ben pressed in, not stopping, entering her with one steady move, carving out a space inside her, reminding her pussy what it meant to take him.  Tears sprung at the corner of Rey’s eyes from the burn of it.  Ben didn’t stop until he was fully seated inside her, his pelvis smushing against hers. It was awful and good and everything she needed but didn’t want.    

“Ben…” Rey whined his name, her hands fisted in the sheets.  He cursed at the sound of his name and started rocking inside her, not really pulling out.  Rey found herself tilting her hips, splaying herself wide so he could get deeper. She wanted him to stay lodged inside her—his cock was so warm, hard and thick, nestled perfectly by her cunt. 

She had forgotten this feeling.  The heat, the hardness. After so many joyless months, her body was on fire; she felt alive, so alive.  Her legs wrapped around him, keeping him close, limiting any long thrusts, keeping him buried inside her.  Making Ben moan, “fuck, you’re tighter than I remember... a damn vice… fuck…” 

Ben pumped his hips, little thrusts in and out; it relieved some of the achiness inside.  As his cock made its home inside her, feelings of completeness washed over her.  Rey couldn’t help but gasp, “So deep… more…”  She arched her back, rolled her hips. “More…”  Little helpless hiccups popped out as he stretched out her pussy walls. 

Ben groaned and taunted Rey at the same time.   “Look how desperate you are…” He let more of his weight settle onto her, then rolled his hips in a broad circle, staying balls deep inside, hitting all the right places—making Rey feel boneless, like puddy, a liquidity, gushy mess. 

He kept his motions slow and steady, and a hand went to the nape of her neck, up into her hair, kneading into her scalp.  He rocked, massaging her walls with his cock.  Mapping her insides out.  Marking every crevice as his.   It was all too slow, too sensuous, and satisfying Rey on way too many levels. With each inhale, Rey ingested more of Ben—his musk, his confidence, his desire for her.

“My kitten wants more…” It sounded like he was bragging.  But Rey didn’t care, he was giving her more… fucking her slow, so deep, grinding his hips, making rolling waves of pleasure wash over her.  The bedding was bunching up, becoming as messy as she was.  “So desperate to have this cock buried in her tight, needy pussy….”     

Rey wanted to tell him no, that she wasn’t needy.  She didn’t need anything.  Anybody.  She couldn’t.  She wouldn’t. 

But words were too hard to get it out when there was pleasure building, when she was wanting for more… more.more.more.  Ben groaning and muttering in the background didn’t help either. “This pussy… missed it... missed you… fuck, I missed you... missed this needy little pussy, needed me, didn't it… ”

His words, his voice, ignited the simmering fire and Rey called out his name, “Ben, Ben, Ben…” like it was her own personal mantra.  Her back arched, her body tight, and when Ben leaned down, capturing her mouth, licking into it, she exploded.  Her cunt was under siege, under attack with explosion after explosion.  Experiencing satisfying release, only to contract up again. Tighten and release, over and over, shooting out mind-numbing pleasure shocks.  She heard her own voice; she was still calling out his name, though it had tempered into a throaty whisper.  

“Louder,” Ben growled. “I wanna hear who’s doing this to you. Who’s taking care of you.”  He snapped his hips, trying to go deeper yet, like he wanted to be embedded in her.  “Whose gonna fill you up? Take care of this needy pussy?”

Reality hit Rey, tearing through the haze.  “Ben!  On top... I need to… let me on top…”

“Fuck no, fuck…  …baby... baby, I’m getting close...”

Rey tried to shove him off, off to the side.  He couldn’t cum in her.   “No, no, no, no… you promised!”

“Shit, I’m gonna… gonna…”  Ben’s body contorted, going still and then with a jerk, he pulled out… his dick throbbed in his hand with spunk shooting out, spurting into the trim hairs framing her cunt.  Ben jerked, stroking himself, and more ropes of cum spurted out, lacing her body with his spend. 

His shoulders slumped with a shudder; Rey hadn’t realized that he hadn’t been breathing until he began panting, sucking in air.  His hair was in disarray, parts sticking up, out.  His gaze was down, where he was still dripping onto her.  He didn’t look up. 

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For fuck’s sake. 

Rey was about to say thank you to Ben—for pulling out of all things—when she bit her tongue.  What the hell? 

Maybe she was high… maybe Ben switched out her Tylenol (she sure wasn’t feeling any pain anymore).  She knew he hadn’t—she checked the pill markings before she took the over-the-counter stuff, but she wasn’t sure what to attribute to her cognitive lapse. 

She must be loaded up on endorphins, Rey decided.  Or was it dopamine?  Whatever it was, Rey was coming down from whatever euphoria she had reached and was feeling a little… silly? Sheepish? Relieved? Triumphant?  Caught up in the whirlwind that was Ben… because somehow it had slipped Rey’s mind that she was on birth control. 

One of the first things she did upon arriving in New York was go to a public health medical facility.  She interacted with a healthcare provider who may have had the best intentions at one point in their life, but had been reduced to a vacant shell.  Rey had fumbled with her words, finally made something up, and ultimately, had walked out with an IUD.  

It wasn’t like Rey thought about it regularly.  It was probably better that it hadn’t popped up in her mind in the heat of the moment.  Rey was glad Ben didn’t cum in her, though any positive association with that drifted away as Rey thought of Ben’s stupid rule… the requirement of his cum in one of her holes.  

“When did I promise that you could be on top?” Ben asked, perplexed.  Clearly pissed how things ended.  “Should’ve never pulled out, I knew I wasn’t going to make it.”  But then he shocked Rey when he kept going, “I tried, but fuck, baby… you felt too good…”       

Rey tried not to show any surprise, but she was.  Confused too… He really thought she was that passionate about riding him?  And… he actually had tried to give her what she wanted?    

Grasping his dick with a wince, Ben didn’t notice her reaction.  He pressed the fat head in between her pussy lips, smearing the cum in and around her clit, distracting himself.  Back and forth, sliding his spend around.     

Rey remained silent, waiting to see what Ben was going to do next.  She was glad she never said anything explicit about pulling out.  About birth control.  About anything.  It was a good lesson—keep quiet.  Go with the flow. 

It didn’t last long.  Because then Ben called out “Alright… which hole?” and Rey said no.  She couldn’t. 

“No?” Ben was amused. 

Rey was splayed out under Ben, sweaty, covered in a mix of his cum—and hers.  “You don’t do anything with mine, so no… nothing with yours.” 

“Oooh—aren’t you cute,” Ben coed.  Before Rey could react, Ben dived down, burying his face in between her legs.  She made a noise she never heard before, never knew she was capable of making, when she felt his warm, rough tongue lap around her hole, swirling around her entrance.  He stayed low, avoiding his own cum which was laced higher up on her pussy.  Clamping down, Rey squealed for Ben to stop, but he was slurping and licking all around the bottom of her pussy with impressive vigor. “Ooooh…” 

Rey didn’t hate that he was doing it… like most things Ben did, he was good at it.  Her eyes rolled back and “Beeen….”  It just came out.  His name.  Ben hummed into her pussy in response, lifting up to say, “There you go.”  Guess he had been honest—he wasn’t picky as to the reason she was saying it.  Ben just really, really liked his name on Rey’s lips.  She couldn’t help thinking that at least he was willing to do what he made her do, but when he lapped lower, heading south, moving toward her ass, Rey started thrashing, trying to pull away. 

“What?” Ben’s head popped up, face wet.  He was smirking knowingly, almost begging her to say something.  Which, of course, she did.  “Don’t!  Just…”  She didn’t manage to say anything substantial though.  “Don’t!  You…”

Ben cocked his head, clearly in a good mood, or at least appreciating messing with her.  “Let me finish up and then it’s your turn, sweetie.”  Thumbs pressed into where her ass and thighs met and he pulled her open, making Rey cry out another protest.  Ben hushed her, “You dripped all over, baby… Let me get—”

This time Rey was able to scoot away, sitting up, pushing her butt up by the pillows, her feet by Ben’s face.  “You do that?”  Rey didn’t think of herself as prudish but it was still taking her off guard that Ben was so comfortable, so ready to stick his face, well, basically, in her ass.

“I haven’t.  Only been with you, you know that…”  Grabbing her ankles, he army-crawled up the bed while yanking her down at the same time.  “Don’t worry, I’ll make it good for you. I always do, don’t I?”

Rey’s knees knocked together, trying to block Ben from advancing. “Wait…”  Her hands went under her thighs in attempts to block him, but he spread her open wider.  “Ben… Ben!”  When he didn’t respond, she cupped his face, feebly pulling it up.  “What are you talking about?”  And then to be clear, because she was most definitely not asking about ass-eating, or licking anymore, she clarified, “What do you mean—only me?”

At least that got Ben to halt his advance, annoyance shimmering under the surface.  “The fuck you mean?”

“I don’t understand.”  Rey’s head wasn’t swimming; it was muddled.  She hadn’t been cued into all the gossip but she heard enough… Plus, she knew what guys like Ben and the team were all about.

Rey yelped—Ben was manhandling her, lifting her up so she was in his lap, straddling him, soft cock pressed against her.  It reminded her how gooey she felt.   “Damn babe… did I get you that cock drunk?  That wasn’t even a proper fuck…” Ben chuckled, low and raspy.  “You just sucked this dick in and wouldn’t let it go…”    

“What does that have to do anything?” Rey swore she wasn’t being defensive, but Ben must’ve thought she was. 

“Awww, don’t be like that.  I’m sorry I made you wait so long for me… you were so ready to cum on my cock… so ripe… made you forget everything.”  The smirk was back and Ben ran his hands across her torso, setting off a delayed set of goosebumps; her body still overly sensitive.  “My sweet little kitten, all fucked out and can’t think straight.” 

Rey tried to look away, her face heating up; she still didn’t get what any of this had to do with what he said earlier.  She didn’t care anymore though.

But Ben nicked her face, pulling it back his way.  “It’s okay, baby.  That’s what I’m here for.  We need to be here for each other, right?  I’ll remind you as many times as necessary…” 

He ensnared her mouth in a kiss.  It was firm, demanding, and when he pulled back, his tone had become terse.  “Because it almost sounded like you forgot already…”  Ben’s grip tightened; the next kiss harder.  “You are my business.  My everything.  Nothing else.  Nobody else.”  He pulled Rey’s head back so they could lock eyes.  “Understand?” 

But Rey didn’t.  It didn’t make sense.  “You’ve never…”

“Never what?”

She swallowed, embarrassed, but unsure why.  Licking her lips, she asked, “You’ve never been with anyone else?”

Ben’s eyes churned and after a pregnant pause, he finally forced out, “How could I? I’ve never loved anyone else.” 

It made Rey swallow again, her stomach uneasy.  Perhaps churned by those fabled butterflies they say flutter around when love is amok.      

Ben prompted Rey, looking for confirmation.  “And I’m the only one you’ve been with?” The underlying threat in Ben’s voice clear.  

Rey shook her head in agreement.

“No one over the summer?” Ben’s jaw clenched and released.  Then again.    

“What?”  It sunk in what he was asking and it spilled out, “No, no… no.”  Not so much to reassure him, but the mere thought of it was insane.  Rey had never been close enough to anyone to want to be intimate with them, not even hold hands.

Somehow Ben brought it out in her though.

“Knowing you were around other men… sleeping in the same area…”

Jealous Ben was scary, his earlier actions toward that doctor a too-recent example and this time, Rey did speak to alleviate those concerns of his.  “Same building, never the same room…”  

“Had you done anything before you met me?” 

Rey’s throat felt dry from all the swallowing; her body tight with tension.  “I like being alone, remember?  Prefer it, actually.” It was starting to sound like a punchline.

“If I ever find out that you—”

Rey interrupted him, no longer willing to indulge this line of discussion.  What had she been thinking—she didn’t owe him any explanation.  “Knock it off.  I told you I didn’t.  I haven’t.”  Yet… more still came out.  The truth.  “You… you’re the only one I’ve been with.”      

“Each other’s first and last,” Ben mused as if he was saying something poetic.    

Rey didn't know what to do with it—the entire gamut of emotions she kept cycling through—including this odd verbal transpiring of exclusivity to one another.

Ben's next words were as much as a taunt as a compliment. “Now, as tasty as you were, I’m still hungry.  Should we order out?”

While unpredictable, Ben seemed to be oddly docile post-nut… his own body must be swimming in a sex high, his brain muddled by her pussy.  Guess he had been that way the morning after graduation too.  Rey tucked that tidbit away—a benefit of keeping Ben’s mind wrapped up in between her legs. 

“Sure…” Rey cleared her throat.  “We can do that.”

“I’ll tell Cardo to grab something extra; he’s out with Bazine.”

“They’re together?” Rey couldn’t help the shock in her voice even if she didn’t know which one that was.  Questions started firing off in her head… Is that why Bazine betrayed her?  Had she been part of the group all this time?

Ben shrugged, disinterested. “Told her to pick one.”

That tidbit just made things more confusing.  Rey didn’t say anything more, instead announcing, “I’m gonna change.”  

Ben’s arm extended over her, like one of those bars that flip over people on a roller coaster ride.  Rey knew it had been too much to hope that he had forgotten about his expelled cum and she could feel the underpinning of a grimace coming on.

“Let me.”  And with that, Ben leaped off the bed.  Rey exhaled, slightly off-balance, unsure of his intent.  He went to the closet and slid the doors open; Rey could see that it was different.  Reorganized?  Fuller?  She gave it serious consideration, working hard so her eyes didn’t drop to Ben’s bare ass exposed to her.   

“Take the rest of your stuff off… throw it over in the corner,” he instructed and Rey listened, gathering and chucking their discarded things across the room.  She almost smiled, knowing that Ben wouldn't let them stay there long—neat freak.

“You can wear this.”  The shirt that Ben grabbed was not hers, but it was way too small to be his.  It daggled from his fingers as he put the empty hanger off to the side.  Rey was able to decipher the writing on the back despite how well-worn it was and… it indeed had Solo on the back.  She could also see a small ad from some company where they went to high school.  Rey deduced it was a kids’ league tshirt and based on the size, it had to be from middle school, maybe even elementary.

There was a stark difference between it and the league uniforms Rey got when she played as a kid.  They were doled out flimsy plastic-y color-coded cover-ups which they threw on over their regular clothes…  sweaty and tugged off at the end of the games… never to be washed or wiped down. 

Ben was given a personalized tee.  Able to proudly brandish his family name.  Rey met his mother; she seemed dismissive of Ben, but surely there had been a time when she had rallied behind her son? 

When Rey played, she never once looked over to the stands.  She had always been alone.  Whether she preferred it or not.  Nobody cares.  It was the most engrained lesson of them all, one that Rey had learned way too young.  Painfully. 

Except somebody did care now…  The words wisped across her brain…  someone cared about her… loved her… enough to come in and insert themselves into her life.  Whether she preferred it or not.     

Ben’s voice interrupted Rey’s short reprieve.  “Love you like this, dazed and all fucked out…”  Ben had crossed back over the room and was hovering over her; his shirt posed above, ready to be slipped over her head.  Rey wasn’t sure how long he had been standing there, watching her—she must be out of it, being so comfortable naked in front of him.

Rey knew what he wanted and she put up her arms.  Ben’s shirt slid down her body, skimming her torso smoothly, blanketing her with his name, his smell.  Ben smoothed it down, admiring it on her.  “Look at that… Fits you perfectly.” 

Mumbling something along the lines of bathroom, Rey awkwardly jumped up, taking off.  Upon arriving, she confirmed that there was indeed duct tape on the bathroom door latch, preventing it from closing properly or being able to be locked.  She didn’t take the time to peel it off though as she could feel Ben watching her.  Besides, with remaining wetness between her legs, she just wanted to get cleaned up. 

With the door mostly closed, she did a quick inventory assessment.  Her razors were gone, her tweezers, the rubbing alcohol, all her period stuff.  In replacement, there was a new toothbrush, some Japanese toner, and a plethora of hair creams. 

There wasn’t one area in the apartment untouched.  The kitchen.  Bedroom.  Bathroom.  Ben had to have a lot of helpers… All so busy because of Rey.  Besides Bazine, she knew of Looker and Himbo.  Ben mentioned Hux, but it didn’t mean that he was physically there.  There had to be others considering all they had done while Rey had been gone that morning.  

Which seemed ages ago.  On a whim, Rey turned on the water, cranking it all the way to hot, wanting to wash the day away.  The water pressure there was always divine and once in the shower, it helped bring back clarity to Rey’s situation. 

Ben had reappeared.  He had found her.       

With that one fact, Rey allowed herself to cry.  Letting her tears mix into the water.  

How he had tracked her down—she didn’t know.  It wasn’t on a whim… he said he arranged all of this for her.  How?  The questions kept coming… He hadn’t gone to Maine.  Why not?  Was he still playing hockey?  And… he was a student at Rey’s university?  Why were all the others here? 

Questions swirled around and with no answers, they trickled down, washing down the drain.  Rey told herself that it was okay.  She didn’t need to know.  That she would never ask.  She just needed to get away.  Again. The thought of leaving what she had… what she had come to love… made her tears flow as freely as the shower water.  Because where would she even go?  What would she do? 

Twisting the water to cold, Rey let it pummel her face, forcing herself to get it together.  She didn’t last long in the frigid water, jumping out soon after.  Ben’s shirt is all she had in there so once she slipped it back on, she peeked out, checking out to see if anyone else was out there.  It was only Ben—and food had appeared while she was in the shower. 

“Feel better?”  Ben grinned, cocky; his eyes going to his shirt on her.  Feeling oddly exposed, Rey didn’t answer.  Twisting his lips together, Ben commented off-handedly, “I recall you mentioning the importance of communication the last time we were together… maybe give me a heads up the next time you’re about to jump in the shower.”

Rey hummed noncommittally—she remembered saying that alright; it was after he shoved his cock down her throat, for fuck’s sake.  She thumbed to the bedroom.  “I’m gonna grab some shorts.” 

“You don’t have to on my account,” Ben informed her.  He had gotten partly dressed himself and was sitting shirtless, in grey joggers, his boxer-briefs peeking up around the edges.  When Rey still headed into the bedroom, he called out after her, “Hurry; it’s getting cold.”   

Fuck.  It pissed her off. 

His whole laid-back approach to the situation. 

Her never-ending roller-coaster ride of emotions. 

The unanswerable questions.

It was petty, but she drugged her feet, taking her time.  Even debating whether she tried to escape out the window if there’d be someone waiting below for her. 

“Kitten?”  Ben’s voice rang out over the apartment. 

“In a minute,” she called back.  “Go on and start without me… I just need…” She let her voice trail off, finishing the sentence off in her head… you to get the hell out of my life… as she finished getting dressed.    

But when she went back into the living room, Ben hadn’t started eating.  And he didn’t look too pleased either. 

Eyeing what was spread out across the coffee table, Rey’s stomach growled unceremoniously.  Embarrassed, she laughed out of reflex.  “This is my favorite,” she muttered.

“I know.  Bazine said it was.” 

The irritation she detected in his voice didn’t bring any satisfaction and she avoided looking Ben’s way as she scrounged for a plate to dish up some food, ignoring the lump in her throat. 

There was nothing.  No extra plate, fork and Rey didn’t like the implication.  He had fed her on graduation night but that was because they were up in his bedroom. Right?  Rey turned to go to the kitchen…

“Sit.” 

Ben’s tone put Rey’s hairs on end.  When she hesitated, his voice dropped.  “Now.” 

This time Rey did look his way, lowering herself to the couch.  “I need a—”

“Open your mouth.” 

“Ben.”

“I won’t fucking tell you again.”  Rey’s mouth dropped and Ben’s hand extended.  He already had a bite set up on a fork, a bit of meat, a small veggie; it was plenty saucy.  Into her mouth it went.  “Close.”  After a second, he asked, “Do I have to tell you to chew?”

Rey didn’t respond because she was actually chewing.  It tasted amazing, even having gone lukewarm.  She hadn’t realized how hungry she was—she hadn’t eaten since that morning.  She didn’t trust herself to speak anyway.  It was on the tip of her tongue was to tell Ben to fuck off.  To call him a control freak.  But she knew who he was—oddly enough—and she knew she had been fucking with him.  Pushing his buttons at least a little bit. 

Why? Why had she?

Rey didn’t know the answer to that any more than the other questions in her head.  To the ones that she couldn’t even admit were in there yet.

“Here’s the thing…” Ben scooped up another forkful, so plentiful that Rey instinctually leaned forward to receive it so none would fall off.  So none would go to waste.  “A variation of only speaking when spoken to is the expectation to speak when spoken to.” 

Rey worked not to glare.  “No, I don’t need to be told to chew, any more than I need to be fed.”

Ben raised his eyebrows and pointed to the empty space between them.  “You're too far away.”  Rey understood what he wanted and she moved closer, her gut telling her not to fight over proximity on the couch.  “Open.”  Huffing, Rey did that too.  And kept doing some version of her huff for the next two bites.  

Ben didn’t seem to like that.  “Oh? Is this too hard for you?”  He jabbed at a small piece of broccoli a little too hard, missing it and making it spin around in a circle.  Rey’s hand moved on its own accord, going around his.  “Let me do it.”

Ben cocked his head, his mouth tightening. 

“What?” she asked, wishing it had come out louder.  She tried again. “Why—”

Unsurprisingly, Ben took her question and manipulated it the way he wanted. “Why what?  Why are you so stubborn?  You tell me, sweetie.” 

His gaze was steely, resolved.  “I got us food.  Your favorite fucking meal… and instead of enjoying it, you can’t get over who’s hand is on the other side of the fork.”  His voice reeked of disbelief.  Of betrayal. 

“I shouldn’t be surprised, so goddamn stubborn.”  He didn't sound upset, more so disappointed.  Like she was letting him down.  “He said it was too early, but guess I’m stubborn too, baby.”  Rey opened her mouth, to ask who ‘he’ was, but Ben stopped her, stuffing another bite in her mouth.  Rey chomped on it obnoxiously.  “But you keep seeming to forget how fucking patient I am.” 

“What does patience have to do with anything?  I don’t get it.” Rey huffed yet again.  It felt petulant, but nobody gave a shit if she even ate before, let alone this.  “Why do you…”  Rey’s voice trailed off, her mind overloaded with ways to finish the sentence.  Why did he have to feed her?  Why had he tracked her down? 

Why did he care? 

“We’re back at this? Oh baby…”  Ben’s mouth was upon hers and he ensnared her lips, licking them playfully before he pulled back.  “It’s okay…. I’ll tell you as many times as you need me to…”  He stopped speaking to give her another kiss and another.  He broke away to pick up the fork, raising it up with another bite.  “Everything you do is my business—what you wear, what you eat, how you breathe...”

Rey accepted the bite, her eyes not leaving Ben as she chewed.  It had carrot in it this time and it had been done perfectly—not mushy and full of flavor.  It was one of the reasons she loved this dish.  Ben was ready for her after she swallowed—the next bite had carrot too—and Rey took that one when offered up to her as well.

But the next one, Rey shook her head. What Ben was saying was starting to sound like punchlines too.  “That’s not what I was asking.” 

The plastic prongs of the fork poked at her lips as Ben hummed.  “But it fits as an answer, does it not?”

"No." Rey shook her head.  "Not for what I'm asking... for what I..."  Rey found herself struggling again, frustrated. With her mouth open, the fork slipped in and Rey was fed another bite.  She chewed in silence, Ben's intense gaze upon her, and when her next question came out, it felt a little like defeat.  "Why do you care?” 

“Don’t you want me to care?” It was an odd question. Or, perhaps it was the tone.  Ben’s gaze had dropped down to the container of food, the fork seeking out a carrot. Rey put her hand on his wrist, slowing his movements.  Ben swallowed, his adam’s apple bobbing slowly, only confusing her more.

“Ben…”  Rey said his name, not even a whisper.  “Why me?”

He looked up and they stared at each other.  Neither saying a word.

“Ben…” Rey said it again.  His name rolling off her tongue.  Easily, and without reserve. 

“You really don’t comprehend or appreciate the power you have over me.”

It was something that Ben had said before.  It felt like a contradiction to his actions.  “You’re right; I don’t.”  It felt like he had all the power.

“Trust in me, kitten,” Ben called for her to look up at him. “Trust that I will take care of you.”  He gently shook a waiting bite for Rey; some of the thick rich sauce hung precariously underneath, not quite falling.  “We will never be alone again.” 

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Six days. 

It had been six days since Ben showed up.  Six days since Rey had been out of their apartment.  Six days of Ben picking out her clothes, relishing in feeding her bites, and holding her tight at night.    

Day one of Ben's return had gone better than expected.  Rey had run—that didn’t upset Ben; he had expected something.  She had hurt herself in the process—that pissed him off. 

Rey initially refused to acknowledge it was their apartment—that was easily correctable.  Ben suspected he might have to reinforce that fact again.  Ben had told Rey that he didn’t mind breaking her in, but frankly, he did hope that he wouldn’t have to.  He wanted it to be a fresh start for them. 

It was odd to have hope.  It was not something that Ben did.  It felt weak.  It was easier to demand.  To take action.  Ben thrived on want and will and neither had little to do with hope. 

Ben felt that his hope was not misplaced.  Or, unwarranted.  After all, Rey had invited him to take a nap with her.  He could count the number of times he had ever been taken off guard and that was one of them.  His heart had throbbed with the offer—and with it came an instant flash of pain as if it was out of practice.  Such a simple gesture it had been.  Unnecessary really, with the only benefit being togetherness.  Had it been a con?  Ben didn’t think Rey had it in her.  She was a fighter.  Not an undercover operator. 

Fucking her was even sweeter than he remembered.  Ben had asked Rey if she was wet.  She lied to him; he already knew she was.  He could smell it on her when he spanked her.  Again, when he leaned her over the counter.  The smell of her pussy was ingrained in his senses; he would know that intoxicating aroma anywhere. 

To hear her finally admit of her own arousal was like heaven.  Ben rewarded her by burying himself deep inside her, filling her up.  They became one again, just as he had dreamed too many nights since graduation.

Ben knew he had made the right decision coming back when he did.  Snoke told Ben to wait an entire year to reappear.  To allow Rey to become completely comfortable, dependent on the life provided to her by the Kylo Foundation. 

Ben called Snoke on his bullshit.  Not out loud; he wasn’t ready to go toe-to-toe with the old man just yet. Not when there was so much usefulness still left in him. 

It was the same reason why Snoke told Ben to wait.  He saw usefulness in Ben.  Ben tried not to be obvious, but there was no way to hide that Rey would always come first.  Ben suspected Snoke would want more at some point; men like him always did, but for now, there was little he could do to stop Ben. 

Besides, Snoke couldn’t complain.  Ben made good on delivering his end and now he was going to enjoy the person he did it all for.  Snoke got access to his mom and Ben got to provide for Rey.  

He was able to set the foundation for their relationship.  Everything Rey did was his business and happiness came with that.  If she let it.  They had their own place.  They would be able to continue to go to school together.  To push each other to excellence.  To grow together. 

It felt lopsided, considering all that Ben was gaining and he found it ironic that it was Leia that Snoke wanted.  The circles she ran in.  Access to people that Ben took for granted.  It was a reminder that with all the posturing that Snoke did, of all the power he held in New York, it was limited.  Just as Ben’s power had been limited.  Somehow it was his mother that seemed to have the power that they all wanted. 

Ben had humbled himself before his mother—for Rey.  After the hockey season was over, Ben asked for a place for them to live upon graduation.  For Rey's schooling to be covered.  It wasn’t like they didn’t have the money.  He was shot down.  It was followed by, “Did you get someone pregnant?”

“Didn’t even know you were having sex,” his dad had grunted, letting it be known that maybe his dad knew him better than he thought.  His mom had been ready—already poised to make the problem go away—when Ben let her know that nobody was pregnant.  He never did address his dad’s comment.    

Ben shouldn’t have been surprised that his mother said no.  He couldn’t think of a time when she actually did something meaningful for Ben.  But he had been surprised how much it had hurt.  His family had the ability and means to pay for Rey’s university costs.  She could go to the same college as Ben.  They could be together as a regular couple. 

Ben’s family’s failure to be there the one time he had asked was salt to a wound.  Ben already hated that he still wanted to fucking help Rey.  But after that day in the library, it was all Ben could think about.  Her fighting spirit.  The taste of her sweet cunt.  His name on her lips.   

Ben didn’t understand why Rey had been in the library to begin with.  He tapped Hux to access the school’s system and he got Rey’s address.  When he drove by her home, it explained a lot.  Her pathetic, worn clothes.  Her disconnect from the others.  Rey didn’t belong at his school; he already knew that.  But somehow, in her own way, she was dominating it.  Challenging Ben for the number one spot in the school.  It had been a lesson for Ben—never underestimate Rey’s own want.  Her will.  And he loved her more for it. 

It wasn’t the first lesson he learned because of her—that occurred the night at the library.  

When he thought back, Ben could still feel the anger that thrummed in his veins.  He had felt betrayed by Rey’s continued dismissal of him.  Him.  He had been so ready to punish her… but then he felt Rey’s pussy quiver underneath the smack of his hand.  It was the first time he smelled her and it would forever become imprinted on his brain.  Ben revealed nothing, but deep inside Ben had been in disbelief.  Rey was wet.  Turned on by the fight as much as he was.  The truth couldn’t be denied. 

Ben had never intended to give Rey relief.  He had only meant to punish her.  To teach her a lesson. Then… somehow, in the midst of it all… Rey taught Ben a lesson.  Ben learned that he was weak to Rey—he learned of the power she had over him.  It was immense, overwhelming. 

That night in the library, Ben had no choice but to give her what she needed.  His mouth had latched on her sweet, pussy, so hot and pillowy—he had no idea how soft they were—and he made her cum.  Her reward for a battle well-fought. 

Rey shouted his name, again and again, and all was right in the world.  He was the center of her universe.  It was that moment that Ben knew exactly what his life purpose was.  No more confusion.  Ben would provide for Rey.  He would ensure she was able to pursue her dreams.  Ben would take care of her. She would learn to take care of him. 

Rey seemed to sense it too.  She never said a word about the team cheating or what happened in the library.  It was yet another lesson Rey taught him.  She would protect him.  Keep him safe.  He hadn’t known what that felt like.

His knights had been worried, wanting to carry on with intimidating Rey but Ben told them to stand down.  Rey was off limits.  They weren’t to speak to her.  Or look at her.  Any images that they may have had of her in their mind were to disappear.  She no longer existed for them.

It was a simple lesson for his knights, considering all they had gone through over the years, but they struggled with it.  Ben focused his energy re-engaging them in the fundamentals—that Ben’s word ruled all.  It took more than words, but in the end, they were better for it. 

Ben thought he had failed his teammates.  He had faltered to demonstrate his excellence in which he would be awarded valedictorian.  But what had occurred had not been failure.  It had been a detour.  Necessary.  Temporary. 

Ushar, Cardo, and Vicrul passed the exams.  Ap-lek too.  It was Hux who almost fucked it all up, almost not passing his science exam.  Hux barely squeaked by, his face red, flush with anger as he was humbled, no longer at the top of the others. 

Ben went on to led the hockey team to that final win in the state championship.  It was magnificent.  Never had a school achieved back-to-back wins, over and over again, all four years with the same starting line-up.  They were legends.  Untouchable. 

Ben’s parents showed up and after the game, Ben waited in anticipation for her reward.  Surely his mother held him when he was little but one of the first times that he could actually recall being hugged had been the first time they had won state.  Ben had been a freshman, just fourteen years old.    

He and his mom were both barreling toward each other.  Her in shock over the massive upset that Ben and the team had pulled off… unknown freshmen defeating seasoned seniors, the defending champs.   Ben didn’t even realize that that is what she was going for until her arms went up and around him…. and his mask slipped.  Someone snapped a picture of them—her hugging him, holding him—yet dwarfed by him in all his pads. It was plastered across every type of media story—sports, politics, feel-good. 

Ben hadn’t even cared about the raw emotion on his face.  It had felt wonderful—his mom’s approval, proof that she wouldn’t send him away.  Ben wasn’t a problem, he was something to be proud of, something to hold onto to.     

With that hug his freshman year, Ben knew that he would win every year at any cost.  And he did.  Got a hug each year too. 

It felt bittersweet this last win.  His mother’s embrace rang meaningless with a hug from Rey holding more appeal.   

Shortly after the hockey championship, Ben got the news that he had indeed earned the coveted valedictorian slot.  As a celebration, Ben agreed for him and his knights all to go down to the city so Vicrul could see this chick he met.  Bazine.  Older broad, big chested, smart as shit too. 

They began regular trips there while Ben debated what to do about Rey.  The lessons she taught him were still fresh. 

Don’t underestimate Rey.  She had power over him.  She too had a strong want.  Unshakable will.  He was weak to her… yet she would protect him. 

It pained him how much he loved her and that is when he first felt it—hope that she would be able to see it.  Put her stubbornness aside and accept it.     

During their visits to the city, Ben met Trudgen and Kuruk; they lived in the same building as Bazine.  They were older than the rest of them, but they fit right in with the other knights and easily defaulted to Ben’s natural rule. 

Bazine broke it off with Vicrul pretty quickly, telling him that his looks didn’t come close to offsetting his shitty-ass, borderline sadistic, attitude.  It was a wake-up call to the whole crew.  A lot of the shit they got away with in high school wouldn’t automatically translate to college. 

One weekend in NY, when his knights were out fucking some older unnie girls that had heard about their team, Ben found himself shopping of all things... putting together a graduation gift for Rey. 

In the simplest approach, Ben decided he would ask Rey out again.  He had earned his legend status.  He had earned the valedictorian position.  He would earn the right to be the center of Rey's universe. 

He could see now... how skewed his thought process had been at the beginning of the school year. He once believed that Rey belonged kneeling before him.  How wrong he had been.  He felt compelled to pamper her.  She was above the rest—superior, as he was—and he needed to treat her as such.    

Ben had eyed diamonds, lingering on engagement rings, telling himself that it would happen all in due time.  He didn’t want to overwhelm her or make her spoilt, so he started small.  He found himself drawn to a body wash with gold flecks.  It was suitable for a queen, but just as worthy for a warrior. 

Ben hadn’t seen Rey around as much, but he couldn’t forget where she had been reduced to live, of the clothes she had to wear...  Ben wandered to get her PJs with the hope of a ‘sleepover’ one day.  He wanted them to be elegant, simple but regal.  The minute he saw the sleep set, he knew it was for her—it was a silky smokey-grey, so soft it felt like angel wings.  The shorts were flirty; the mere thought of them on Rey made Ben’s dick twitch with interest. 

Ben vowed to find out where Rey was going to college as the team made the tedious trek back to his hometown.  Ben allowed himself to daydream.  It was the same one that played on repeat—he and Rey both going to the same school, living together, growing together—but now it included her wearing the outfit he picked out for her.  Her smelling of the oils and lotions he just bought.     

It was fitting that Ben found Rey in the library, talking to a teacher about needing significant financial support for college.  It was a tailored-made opening for him. 

But nothing was ever simple with Rey. 

“Rey, don’t be embarrassed,” the teacher had tried to reassure her.  “I think everyone was distracted around state.”  He had laughed. “Even your teacher felt bad.  It’s not a good sign when the best student does poorly.”

Rey had sabotaged the science test. 

She had almost taken the whole team down, jeopardizing the entire championship, threatening Ben’s legacy.  Ben didn’t know what he was most upset about.  That he had let his guard down and she had delivered a well-placed kill blow, just barely missing.  Or that he hadn’t even realized it.  It left a sour taste in his mouth that she fought so passively, pathetically trying to undercut him without him noticing. 

No.  Ben knew what angered him the most.  Rey hadn’t just sabotaged the test… she had self-sabotaged her and Ben’s fight.  Their battle.  She had disregarded her potential claim to being valedictorian.  It was pedestrian.  Pathetic. 

There would be consequences for her actions, but it was proof how much Rey needed him.  Unlike her, Ben would never give up on Rey, even in anger.  That’s when he asked for his mother’s help.  Only to be shot down.    

As if he would forget, he was reminded that his mom didn’t deal with problems, she sent them away.  “What was that about… really?” She had asked days later.  “Is it about your own scholarship, Ben?  God knows why you accepted it.  It’s not like you need it.”  Her scorn was evident.  “I didn’t raise you to stand with your hands out, waiting to see what can be placed in them for you.” 

“Back in my day, we took action.  Took matters into our own hands,” his dad had reflected, not really talking to anyone.

His mom was walking out the door, never intending to actually listen to any answers to her questions.  She hadn’t even looked his way when she called back, “Tell me where you want to go and it will be done.  Away from whoever has you distracted.” 

His mother had been right about one thing.  He didn’t need the scholarship.  He needed Rey.  So, a couple weeks later, when Trudgen offered to introduce him to Snoke, Ben was open to what the old fucker had to say.  Ben wasn’t stupid; he knew it was his name that prompted a meeting.

It was full of posturing.  Promises. Threats to unknown enemies.  Ben was glad he wasn’t fucking cuckoo like Snoke.  But….

The old man offered a solution.  Ben learned that Snoke didn’t send problems away.  He solved them.  Resolved them.  Even after Snoke agreed for Rey to be awarded a ‘scholarship’ from Kylo Foundation, Ben found himself reaching out to Snoke.

Ben connected with Snoke in a way he couldn’t with his own knights.  Or, his father.  Definitely not his mother.  Both alphas of the world, Snoke seemed to know what was in Ben’s head.  He understood the pull of power.  The need for control.    

Snoke didn’t understand love though.  Ben knew that now, but he hadn’t back then.  It wasn’t transactional as Snoke implied.  Snoke would remind Ben of what he did in order for Rey to receive support from Kylo Foundation.  Snoke waxed on how Ben was entitled to something from her.  “She will have all her needs met.  It is only fair that your needs are satisfied as well.” 

As graduation neared, Ben watched Rey, questioning himself.  He was still hurt by her self-sabotage. Disappointed.  And his heart was incapable of being rejected again.

In the background, Snoke told Ben to take it.  To take her.  That he earned it.  That he deserved it.  “I know what is inside.  What is underneath it all… Stop hiding and let it out.  Take what you want.  What is yours.”         

Rey needed to have consequences for her sabotage, but after, he wanted them to move on.  Have a fresh start.  Have a special night together.  But then she ran.  Ungrateful.  And Ben’s plans changed. 

Graduation night had been intense.  One minute, he acted blindly, callously.  He indulged himself, letting himself be as selfish as Snoke instructed him to.  Letting Rey know who was in charge.  The next minute, his heart would take over.  Ben told her that he loved her.  And he did.  Rey had to have felt something for him; she said she wanted to have a special night with him.  It was his first time.  Hers too.  It was something that bonded them together forever. 

Ben believed in them.  And the next morning, Ben let Rey go. 

It was a mistake that Ben vowed to never allow to happen again. 

Ben continued to engage with Snoke, but he saw the man differently.  He knew nothing of love.  When the school year started and Snoke told Ben to wait a whole fucking year to execute his plan, Ben didn’t share that he would only give it a couple of months.  He didn’t owe Snoke shit.  He needed to trust his own instinct. 

Ben was glad he did—he and Rey were back together.  Living together.  Going to school together. 

The Friday morning after Ben popped up was better than he had ever hoped.  It was as if his daydream came to fruition.  Rey had got up before him.  No doubt she had peeked outside and saw Vicrul posted there, forced to take the overnight shift as part of his lesson to never to threaten Rey, empty or not. 

When Ben had lumbered out of the bedroom, Rey had been sitting on the kitchen counter, but she slid off the minute Ben got close.  “I need coffee,” she stated plainly.  It was neither a demand or a plea.  Just a fact. 

Ben didn’t say a word, instead he held her, then guided her downward.  He fished himself out, his morning wood still going strong.  Rey knew what he wanted.  She huffed—which was admittedly growing on him.  He saw it as her body’s way to release tension, rather than defiance.     

Rey didn’t fight him as he pressed into the heat of her mouth.  He found his rhythm easily.  It was music to his ears—the wet sounds of her sucking him off intermixed with his soft grunts.  Love swelled when she didn’t half-ass the impromptu blowjob.  She lavished her tongue along the sensitive underside near the tip. 

“Relax your throat,” Ben rasped, his voice gravely from sleep.  Communication, that was what his kitten wanted and Ben was rewarded; he felt Rey’s throat open up, letting him slip down, all the way in.     

He liked how it sounded, her gagging on his dick, and she didn’t stop when it happened.  He canted his hips, wishing he could keep his dick in the wetness forever, but it was too good and soon he was pulsing into her mouth. Ben grunted her name, his hands fisted in her hair, as he erupted, cum shooting down her throat.

Ben snuck his thumb into Rey’s mouth, alongside his softening cock, and pried it open.  Upon pulling out, he made sure she swallowed down every last bit.  Satisfied, Ben tucked himself away and pulled Rey up, smothering her with kisses, telling her good morning. 

He took her over to the couch; a weaker man might have been shaky, his legs wobbly, but Ben refused to succumb to foolishness such as that.  He would take care of Rey at all costs, even his own.  It was only right to take care of her as she did for him and he didn’t hesitate to kneel on the floor, making her legs spread open wide enough for him to fit. 

He hated to admit it, but her lack of resistance when he pulled her panties to the side made him suspicious.  She was being a little too easy-going… He kept his eyes on her as he teased the seam of her cunt before diving in.  But no one can't fake being wet and it didn’t take long before Ben had her convulsing on his tongue, her thighs sandwiching the side of his face.  He tongue-fucked her through her orgasm, pinning her hips against the couch, refusing to let up until she was cumming again, going limp and slack-jawed.

Ben felt so alive, so goddamn fucking happy; he didn’t want to stop, but Rey begged him off, telling him she possibly couldn’t handle anymore.  It was cute; Ben knew he could make her. 

The reason she gave cast a somber tone over the morning though. “I need to get ready for class.”

“Your class isn’t about to start,” Ben informed her.  He supposed it was time to inform her that there had been a few schedule changes. 

The unglazed look in Rey’s eyes slipped away and Ben watched as her entire body tensed up.  It was subtle, but he was close enough to see the tendons in her neck flicker, her chest tighten and sink.   

“You said I was going to my classes.”

His eyes washed over her face, dropping to her throat to watch her swallow.  Ben got up on the couch, pulling Rey into his lap.  He arranged her so he could still cup her pussy, feel the warmth from it. 

Then he talked, providing the explanation… Up until yesterday, both her and Ben were enrolled in the same courses but at different times or different days. 

He didn’t tell her how perfect it had been when Bazine had called Snoke regarding the emptiness of the apartment once Rey had moved in.  Bazine hadn’t known who Rey was at the time.  Even the explanation she gotten down the road from Snoke hadn’t been the truth.  Bazine still didn’t understand the situation she was now embroiled in. 

Regardless, when Rey moved in months ago, Bazine and Rey made it almost too easy.  Snoke agreed that Kylo Foundation would furnish Rey’s apartment and in return, they got to pick what classes she would take.  Ben picked out Rey’s (and his) classes, ones that would challenge them both, ensuring they didn’t overlap. 

Ben was also able to pick out the furniture for their home.  He didn’t do it selfishly, he selected pieces that he believed they would both like.  It was a simple act…. however, it had alerted Snoke that perhaps this Rey was something more than a pawn to Ben.

Ben didn’t share any of that to Rey as he held her in his lap, he just shared her new schedule. She was out of the time slot with the professor that nobody could stand and into the morning class with Ben.  He switched himself from his Wednesday evening class to hers that same day but in the afternoon.  All in all, they remained in the same courses, but now they matched up. 

Rey didn’t say a word as Ben shared the new class arrangements.  It was obvious that Rey didn’t have any classes that day.  Then it would be the weekend.  He and Rey had three full days to enjoy each other’s company before Monday.     

“I still need to get ready; have to go to the library to do some research regardless.”  Rey’s voice was painstaking neutral. 

With that, his eyes narrowed.  Her earlier demeanor, her easy-goingness was cast in a different light.  Ben questioned whether Rey had gone along with the morning activities because she thought he was going to let her walk out that door after.

It was risky, letting her out of his apartment at all.  Ever.  But Ben didn’t want a prisoner, he wanted a partner.  Rey would meet Trudgen soon enough, her primary escort—picked out by Snoke—and would be told the liberties he was allowed to take to ensure her safe passage to class and proper return to their apartment. 

“We can study here,” Ben told her. 

“I study at the library.  I’m more productive there.” 

Ben knew Rey rarely went to the library; she had gone there beginning of the semester, never staying long when she did. Ben didn’t say anything, instead letting his actions speak for him.  He smacked her oversensitive cunt.    

“The hell…” Rey hissed, trying to close her legs to no avail.  Ben knew he needed to move away from his urges to punish her for transgressions, true or false, so he held back… only giving her two more sharp slaps to her tender parts. 

Rey curled up—into Ben, no less—as her body processed the pain, her thighs trembling from whatever was radiating out from her pussy.

“I didn’t think that I would need to teach you to think before you speak, kitten.  Lies or any form of manipulation will not be tolerated.  I’d hate to enforce the first rule you ever had to learn.”

Rey lifted her head, her eyes locking with his.  “Fuck you, Ben.” Her gaze was unwavering and hot as hell. Ben sighed and went to spank her pussy again; Rey’s hands darted out, successfully stopping him, if only for the moment. 

“Just stop… stop with the whole spanking thing,” she demanded.

Ben didn’t move to resume what he had intended, but he did respond.  “No.” 

“If I was five stones heavier, I would kick your ass.  Happily.”

Ben cocked his head; it took a second to realize she was referring to weight in English terms.  It was cute that she thought the weight differential was all that separated her from him.  “You really think you could take me on?”

“I would win,” she asserted.

It was brazen enough to make Ben laugh.  “Fuck, I love you.”  Rey tensed with the words, but Ben pulled her in, making their bodies completely mesh together.  She felt so sweet and warm.  “Look, no library, but you can have your computer back and we can get going on our assignments.  We’ve got a test to study for, right?”

Ben jostled her, kissing her cheek, her forehead, anywhere he could reach.  “I’ll send someone to get us food. Whatever you want… let’s make this time count.  We could even get started on the project due at the end of semester.” 

Time dragged on with Rey’s silence, but Ben was patient.  The gears were whirling in her head no doubt and Ben wished he could peek inside.  Be privy to her most private thoughts.  Not that she really had a choice, but Ben felt triumphant when Rey gave in, her body and mind yielding to him.  “Fine.” 

That’s what they did—studied around the clock—for three days.  They only stopped to eat.  To sleep. 

For her to suck him off.  He still couldn’t last long—her mouth was too perfect, too petite.  Warm and wet, the perfect home for his cock.    

Rey tried to resist Ben feasting on her pussy, but he was very convincing.  Ben didn’t want it to be a one-way relationship; he wanted to give as much as he received.  Then he wouldn’t stop until he pulled at least two orgasms out of her.     

Rey kept refusing to be fucked.  Denying that she wanted it.  He could feel it seeping out of her pores.  Her body practically vibrated with need, with desire for him, but she didn’t give in. 

On one hand, Ben admired it.  The continued show of her strong will made him respect her all the more.  He took the opportunity to learn what made her breathe hitch.  How she liked to be kissed—soft in the morning, more aggressive as the day went on. 

On the other hand, her denial made him want to punish her.  To teach her a lesson.  She was lying to him… but he waited… he knew she would open her legs for him, inviting him to plunder inside yet again.

During those three days, Ben never wasted the opportunity to tell Rey that he loved her.  That he would do anything for her.  He said it daily.  Hourly sometimes.  She tensed up a little less each time.  She was getting used to the hearing those words directed her way.  He hoped she was starting to believe it. 

Ben wasn’t sure at what point during the weekend that Rey realized that Monday was a holiday and there were no classes.  It was why he picked the day he did to re-appear.  The fifth day of being reunited consisted of less studying as most of it was done.  They vegged out in front of the TV watching some series Rey had started the month before. 

On Tuesday, day six, Ben instructed Rey to notify her professors that she was ill and would not be able to attend.  It wasn’t required to do that but like all actions, it served a purpose.  He was able to show her the ‘update’ done to her computer.  It was like a child-protection program and he was able to monitor and hold onto all emails going in and out.  He read her email out loud from his computer and then pushed the button, letting it go through. 

Even though she hadn’t tried to set off any alarms with her email, Ben knew Rey.  He knew she was scheming.  Planning something.  He would be ready.  He had so many fail-safes in place; he was almost eager to see what she would try.  Almost. 

One of the first attempts was rather pathetic.  It happened on Tuesday… when Bazine delivered food to them instead of one of the knights.  “Did you call someone?” Rey had whispered it when Ben stepped away to get them plates. 

He still caught the question, strolling calmly back into the living room.  “Who were you supposed to call?”   

“I didn’t call anyone.” Bazine answered Rey, ignoring Ben.  It pissed him off, but Snoke had told him to back off of Bazine—that she was one of his, not Ben’s.   

When Bazine left, Ben pulled Rey close, feeding her as he always did.  Well, except in the mornings; he tended to sleep later than she did.

“Who was she supposed to call?”  Ben finally asked, amusement in his voice. 

“Somebody, anybody.”

“Tell me the number; should I dial it for you?” he asked, pulling out his phone. 

She startled, not expecting that answer.  “I want to leave, Ben.” 

He was intrigued.  “Where would you go?  Kinda burnt your bridge with Plutt now, didn’t you?” 

He began cleaning up their meal, collecting the plastic fork and knife so it was out of reach.  “You did take all that money from him… and if I am to understand it correctly, he was counting on you to show up for the social worker visit back in July so he could get paid through the summer.  I didn’t talk to him, but he didn’t look happy when he realized that you weren’t going to show up.  Plutt looked like a liar trying to pass off that you still lived there.  You made a fool out of him.”

Out of him too, Ben supposed, repressing the rage bubbling up.  He had no leads of Rey at that time.  He had tracked down Rose but she was of little information.  Hux was still at that college, bumping into Rose here and there.  Even though Ben had Rey now, Rose might prove to be necessary leverage later. 

“I was riding the train across the country.”

“Ah, yes, that is what you told Plutt, isn’t it?”  They had followed that lead too.  Hux really owed Rey a thank you.  His computer and hacking stills had grown exponentially since Rey had come into their lives.  Another silver lining was when Ben helped himself to more of his mother’s resources.  A bottomless pit it seemed.

With the small bag of garbage placed at the door, Ben returned to Rey; he pulled her close, tugging a little more forcefully with the resistance that was popping up with their conversation. 

“Let’s see… where would Rey want to go?  Rose is quite the loyal friend.  Cute little thing; Hux is quite smitten with her.  Somehow, he keeps running into her on campus.”  Perhaps it was showing his hand, but Ben wanted to put that out there… before Rey started thinking that going to Rose was a viable option.  “Have the past couple of days—”

“Six,” Rey interrupted him.

His jaw tense, he continued on.  “Have the days been so bad?”  Ben rubbed Rey’s full tummy.  “Are you really that miserable?  Why would you want to leave?” 

“I want to go to class.”

Ah.  She ached for a classroom as he did.  To need to learn. 

“You will.” 

“When?”

“I want you to remember this feeling, kitten.” Ben ran his hands over her thighs, wishing they could fuck.  Perhaps he should lean Rey over the counter again.  He kneaded her thighs as he thought about rutting into them.  “Going to class is a privilege.  One that I grant to you.  All that you have is because of me.”

“When, Ben?” 

 It was tomorrow, but he didn’t tell her that.  She wouldn’t receive any notice before he let her out the door.  Instead, Ben evaded her question.  “When you do go to class, I sincerely hope that you don’t destroy the trust we have built.  That you do nothing to jeopardize our future.”      

It was an uncharted territory for Ben.  When had he ever hoped?  There was too much chance in that.  “They say hope breeds internal misery,” he uttered, stroking her pussy over her clothes, teasing around the seam of her shorts, inhaling her sweet scent.   

He supposed it sounded of character because Rey lifted her head up, her hand going to his bicep, rubbing it. “I just want to go to class, Ben.  I’ll go and come back, okay?”

Ben nuzzled into Rey, his hand guiding her head back to his chest. 

If Rey didn’t come back… If she chose to leave him again, what laid ahead would be far worse than anything she imagined. 

Trudgen was willing to give up his entire future; his loyalty to Kylo Foundation was almost breathtaking.  He wouldn’t be the only one with eyes on Rey.  Others would be watching.  Ready to assist Trudgen if Rey attempted to get away.  Or if he needed a quick escape with her in tow if she made a scene.  Trudgen was prepped for all situations and he was ruthless, having been molded by Snoke. 

Rey would be taken to a new home at a new location.  It was set up, furnished.  But it was designed for people more like the despicable doctor that Snoke had sent his way.  It wasn’t for couples.  Not for those in love.  It wouldn’t be part of any fresh start when Ben met her there this time.  But it was available, ready to be accompanied, if needed.  

Ben had hope that it wouldn’t be necessary.  Just as Ben would prefer not to punish Rey—he would if he had too—Ben would prefer not to have employ his contingency plans.  But he was resigned and ready to go down a much darker path if Rey set him on it. 

“We’ll see.”  Ben pushed the button on the remote, restarting the episode.  There was one left before the season finale.  Rey made no effort to move off his lap.  She stayed there, curling her legs off to the side. Perhaps she was doing it to get on his good side… but Ben couldn’t resist… he pushed her hair back, murmuring into her skin a love-you.  He swore she sunk into him deeper. Or maybe it was him.   

Ben couldn’t allow himself to believe Rey.  But he did hope.   

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“Are you always hard?” 

It was meant to come across as plaintive, but sleep clouded Rey’s voice, making her sound more wanting. 

Rey now knew that Ben wasn’t a morning person; yet with her words, he became lucid enough to pull back her hair, to place a kiss behind her ear and hum a noncommittal response.  When his head fell back onto the pillow, he rutted up against her, letting his morning wood be the answer. 

Besides his aversion to mornings, Rey had learned a number of things about Ben over the past week.  Like he would eat anything, deferring to Rey to choose the dish.  He hadn’t gotten tired of feeding her and never grew impatient.  He would intermix bites for himself but wouldn’t dig in exclusively until she was done.  And he wouldn’t bother warming up his food even if it was lukewarm, or possibly cold. 

He didn’t care what was on the television as long as they were pressed up together in some configuration.  Sarcastic humor made him laugh; slapstick did not.  Fighting scenes would get his attention.  He would keep one eye on his phone regardless of what they watched; it was always some article or video pertaining to hockey. 

Rey learned that school didn’t come as easy to Ben as she thought it did.  As it did for her.  She studied, sure; but she saw the effort and time he put in.  He was disciplined, thorough.  Double-checking his work with painstaking attention to detail.  He chewed on his hair when something was particularly challenging… until he noticed and then he always became pissed off for a second or two, irritated at himself for doing it. 

He didn’t seem to notice that Rey wasn’t as burrowed into the work as he was.  He was aware that she tended to finish most problems quicker than him, but she was surprised when his ego didn’t flare up—there was no lashing out or a threat of punishment.  It seemed to fuel him.

Rey knew that Ben liked getting sucked off first thing in the morning but if it happened too early, he’d want to go again by supper.  She knew that his cock would drip without her even touching him if she looked up, made eye contact, let her lips part… and then wait.  Patiently, diligently.  He’d thumbed her cheek, play with her hair, drinking her in all ready and available for him to slide into her mouth. 

For someone who supposedly never had any action before, Ben sure seemed to want it around the clock.  He hadn’t forced them to fuck, rather it was nonstop blowjobs.  Rey swore she’d be able to identify Ben’s cum in a blind taste test.  It was a fact that should probably concern her and gross her out more than it did.   

Truth was that Rey didn’t mind them.  There was something about taking something so powerful, yet vulnerable, into her mouth.  She liked it… liked the way Ben looked at her… liked wrapping her lips around a hardness that rivaled steel… liked rolling her tongue against the velvety skin… seeing what kind of sounds she could pull from Ben.  He never held back and Rey felt powerful hearing him come undone.  Not only because she was the impetus, but because she knew that it was a side of Ben that nobody else got to see. 

Behind her, Ben mumbled something ineligible. His leg plopped up and over hers, ensnaring her even more as they laid there in bed.  His light, yet heady, musk wafted around her and with it came the pullings of arousal.  She shivered and pretended to shift to get comfortable, not to press back into him more.  She could feel every inhale… every exhale…  

Ben mumbled again; “today” came out this time, his voice thick and gravely.  He rolled his hips and warmth spread out, slow and lazy like the morning itself.  As with every interaction, a current of humiliation flowed underneath.  That she was allowing it.  Finding enjoyment in it.    

“What’s that?” Rey probed, wondering if she should just keep her mouth shut.  Was he tired of waiting for them to do it again?  Was today the day he would force himself on her?  Because she would never say yes again.

“Class,” Ben rumbled.

Rey’s breath hitched with that one word.  Did that mean she was finally going to be let out? 

Ben shushed her despite not saying a word, placing sleepy little kisses on her shoulder, slower and slower until he fell back to sleep.  Rey was unable to.  That one word—class—had spurred bubbles of ecstatic anticipation.  More and more, they popped up… so many it made her stomach queasy.  Once Rey could tell Ben was good and knocked out again, she eased herself out of his grasp, then tip-toed out of the room. 

As Rey went to the front door, the bubbles grew heavy, twisting and turning into knots.  She had no idea that she’d be this excited, so nervous about returning to school.  At the front door, she peered out the peekhole.  It was habit to do it any chance she could.  This morning it was the Enforcer outside her, and Ben’s, apartment.  Unlike the others, Enforcer never was asleep.  Rey never caught him with his eyes down or his attention diverted.  Rey tip-toed backwards, moving away quietly. 

Once in the kitchen and out of the line-of-sight of the bedroom door, Rey began her stretches.  Class… the word circled around in her head, jumbling up her other thoughts.  Oh, how she hoped that today was the day.  She thought it was going to happen last week.  Then on Monday… on Tuesday… She moved onto sit-ups, then push-ups.  It felt like ages since she had been outside.  Rey doubted she would be allowed, but she wanted to go for a jog, a run.  She had done it regularly to keep herself ready in the event that Ben showed up.  She suspected that her endurance had gone down and she did what she could every morning to keep her muscles engaged and active. 

When Ben finally emerged from the bedroom, Rey was finished with her regiment.  He didn’t say a word as he lumbered across the apartment.  He surprised Rey by grabbing one of her ice coffees.  He had Cardo stock them for her since hot coffee had been taken off the market.  His eyes stayed on her, but whereas he usually looked cocky, so self-assured... this morning... he didn’t.

He didn’t look angered either—she didn’t think he was ready to spank her or anything.  Rey couldn’t pinpoint what it was, but it was so uncharacteristic, she couldn’t look away.  He didn’t notice her studying him at first, but once he did, his face hardened, masking whatever had been there before. 

Opening the drink, Ben took a big swig as he rubbed his belly, exposing that little trail of dark hairs.  He wasn’t hard anymore but this was usually the time when he would guide Rey to her knees.  Her pussy clenched in anticipation of what was to come.  His turn.  Her turn.  After she made him cum, he would feast on her pussy.  Lick her folds, suck on her clit.  He’d use his hands too; he always a little too rough.  And Rey would always cum from it.       

But… he made no effort to solicit any action, rather he walked away, leaving Rey without a word.  Moments later, the shower started in the background. 

She had been left alone.  That’s what Rey wanted.  What she whispered for time and time again in her head. 

Why did it not feel better?

It’s not that Ben hadn’t showered over the past week.  He had.  And it’s not like they had been attached at the hip.  Not really. 

Unsure and unable to stay still, Rey paced… through the living, into the bedroom, over to the window—the dresser was still blocking it—to the closet, through the living, to the kitchen, and then back again.  The second time around, she hovered at the closet, opening it, looking at her clothes, at Ben’s.  Back to her own. 

At the beginning of the summer, she had shoved four or five items in her bag with haste.  Those were easy to identify as they stood out… the quality of material, the wear.  Ben had given her some new pieces, telling her that someday he wanted to take her shopping properly. 

Rey fingered one of the shirts she hadn’t worn yet.  It was a creamy white and butter soft.  Rey considered getting ready for the day.  But… it would be a waste of time to get dressed; Ben always wanted to pick out what she wore.  Demanded to do it. 

Why?  Why did he do that?  Worse, why did she allow it? 

The thought riled her up.  It had only been a week—her and him holed up in the apartment—when had she become such a pansy?  She yanked on the shirt, making the hanger rock on the rod when it tore away.  She could dress herself.  She was very capable.  Yet… Rey couldn’t bring herself to get undressed.  To put it on. 

The water turned off in the background and Rey’s heart rate leaped.  Her pussy pulsed.  She eyed the garment in her hands.  If Ben really was going to let her go out… to leave… to attend class, Rey didn’t think it was a good idea to test him.  Of all things, about a shirt.  What if he was looking for a reason to tell her no?  She didn’t want to give it to him.

The toilet flushed and Rey flew into action, hanging the shirt back up, smoothing it so it hung nicely.  It was strategic, she told herself; she was being strategic.  She shifted the hanging clothes, making sure they were equal parts apart.  Making the shirt blend in with the rest. 

Rey was calm under pressure; she always had been and she closed the closet door just as the bathroom door creaked open.  She moved to the bedroom door, able to greet Ben there.  “You didn’t tell me good morning.” 

She had almost said “… you didn’t tell me that you loved me” instead of “good morning.”  He would’ve by now.  At least once.  But… she didn’t need him to say that.  She didn’t need to hear that from anyone. 

“You didn’t either.”  Ben pushed by her, toweling his head.  Rey wanted to take the towel and help him.  Run her fingers through his hair.  She liked doing that—him too.  But offering, rather than doing it when told, seemed out of character. 

Ben went to the closet and opened it, eyeing the clothes.  Rey remained calm, like it was no big deal.  Yet, she watched him, wondering if he would notice that she had been in it.  Since when did working under pressure feel so weak?  Why did she feel so little like herself?  Those questions felt like rocks in her stomach, crushing any bubbles that remained.    

“You said class this morning…” Rey brought up, swallowing hard after.  “Are we going?”  She made sure to use the word ‘we’—they were now on the same schedule after all. 

“Can you handle sitting on a hard chair for a couple of hours?” 

It seemed like Ben should know that answer; he was constantly checking in on her, asking if she was okay. Her tailbone still ached occasionally, but not enough to limit her.  “I can manage.”   

“Show me.”  Not bothering to get dressed completely, Ben sat down on the bed.  He patted his thighs, prompting Rey to tentatively make her way over.  When she got close enough, Ben maneuvered her so she was sitting in his lap, her back to his chest.  His hands rested on her hips, his fingers sliding into the crease toward her pussy, his breath warm against her neck.  “Grind for me.”

Rey’s stomach dropped if only from the tone.  It was his you’ll-do-what-I-say voice. 

“C’mon kitten, show me there’s no pain from sitting this way.”  He slotted her head beside hers.  “Grind.”

Giving a shuddering exhale, Rey arched her back, tilting her ass up in the back.  Ben hissed and it was almost instantaneous—him becoming hard. “There you go...  show me,” he egged her on.  Rey shifted her hips back and forth, his clothed cock slotting perfectly in the grove of her ass.  She picked up speed, creating friction for Ben.    

It was enough to make Ben’s breathing labored.  But not enough to please him.  “Sweetie, for future reference, this is just rocking.  It’s nice, but I believe I told you to grind.”

“I am!” Rey bit her tongue, hating that she sounded defensive.  “How…”  She stopped again, double-hating that she had almost been prepared to ask Ben what to do. 

“Fuck, I forgot you were so new…” Ben chuckled as if he had done laps around the block.  His fingers tightened on her hips, guiding her how he desired.  Little circles, and he pressed her down, changing up the speed, the direction.  His cock felt like an iron bar underneath her.  “You got it, yes, just like that…. Now tell me…” He inhaled sharply as her ass rubbed his cock in what had to be a particularly pleasing way.  “Does it hurt?  Does anything hurt?”

My pride, Rey ruefully thought to herself, trying to be upset at what he was making her do. Trying to pretend that she didn’t like him checking in with her.  No one in life had ever been so invested in her well-being.  The few that had voiced concern did it out of obligation; their heart wasn’t in it.  Not like Ben.

“It doesn’t hurt,” she responded back, her voice surprisingly breathy.  Her ass teased his length, making it move with her ass until it snapped back, restrained by his fitted boxers.  The resulting moan was wet and Ben licked up the side of Rey’s neck, leaving a wake of goosebumps.  “Don’t want my baby to hurt, don’t ever want you to hurt, wanna love you, only want to love you…” 

With the words, a warmth spread over her, covering her like a blanket fresh from the dryer.  Rey wanted to believe him, wanted to believe that all somebody wanted to do was to love her and maybe, maybe, she could let go… let down her guard… and love them back. 

“My baby, my love, show me… show me you can do the right thing...”  Ben’s chest rose and fell as pet names and soft encouragement spilled out.  His hands fell to the side of her thighs, letting her have free reign. Almost immediately Rey’s movements became uncoordinated; there had been a certain level of ease when he had been guiding her.

Rey sighed with relief when Ben’s hands raised, thinking they were returning to her hips, or her waist.  But one went to Rey’s neck.  It circled her throat; his hands so large that his fingers ended up closer to the back of her neck.   

“I’m not going to do it for you…”  He gently massaged the sides of her neck while his other hand went to her pussy, cupping it.  “…show me how much you want this, want me, ‘cause, fuck, I want you…” 

Bracing herself on his thighs, Rey rolled and rocked her hips; focusing on whatever made Ben groan in approval, her breaths quickening as she became as affected as him.  Rey could hear him coming undone, could feel it.  His cock was so ridiculously hard, throbbing and bumping up against her ass; it wasn’t intimidating though, it was enticing.    

“I love you, fuck, fuck, I love you…”  Ben’s musk permeated her brain, his words tickled it, and that needy, achy feeling inside slowly awoke.

She tried to ignore it.  Tried to pretend her pussy wasn’t tingling with the pressure of Ben's hand against her cunt.  Rey focused on his other hand…  There was no pressure against her windpipe, only firmness against the sides of her neck.  But fuck, that felt good too and it became impossible to ignore his fingers when they started stroking up and down her sex as she rocked in his lap.    

Rey slowed, chasing after more than feather-light touches and the hand around her throat tightened; Rey leaned away from it, pushing herself back into Ben, ramping up the swirling, grinding moves from before.  She was rewarded—Ben’s fingers stopped teasing at her slit and focused on that tight little bundle of nerves up top, making her jolt.  Making her quiver.  Ben groaned and his fingers moved faster, brushing and circling her clit.  It made Rey shake, twitch, bringing forth a deep guttural sound from Ben.  The vibrations could be felt on her back and Rey shuddered as little shocks shot all down to her toes, making him moan again.

It was a never-ending cycle, both giving and in return, getting more.  “Fuck, keep going…” Ben growled.  “Keep…”     Little grunts came out with each of his exhales and Rey’s body knew what happened when he started making those sounds.  He was close…  His turn.  Then always...  her turn.  Her pussy gushed… so needy, always so needy. 

Rey was close; she needed something to take her over the edge… The thought of him spanking her pussy, of the smarting sting against her clit, made her arch her back, her hips tilting, her ass going back as if trying to escape torment that didn’t exist. 

“Fuck,” Ben cursed again; his ability to be an inactive participant slipped away.  He thrust up into her, making her bounce on lap.  Rey cried out when his hand slipped from her throat to her waist, partially limiting her motion as he fucked up against her.  It was a whiny, desperate sound and Rey swallowed it down.  Ben would take care of her; he always did.   “Can’t wait to be in you… don't ever want to be without you...”

Her mind muddled, Rey's body moved without thought.  She became more frenzied, grinding down against Ben’s cock only to be bounced back as he pumped up against her.  With each thrust, her pussy spanked his hand… sending bolts of pleasure up her spine, making the pooled heat in her gut rise, gaining traction to that point of expulsion.  Ben’s voice filled all cracks, “… that’s it, you can do it, I'm right here….”    

“Ben…” His name escaped out as Rey tilted her hips more, her body aching, on edge.  She was so close… so, so close…

“That’s right, say my name… fuck kitten, I love you……” Ben gave a hard, solid pump, thrusting up like a mad man, like he was slipping in.  No question he would have been buried in her with that move and Rey’s pussy clenched, trying to clamp down on something that wasn’t really there, making it throb. 

“Ben!”

With that, Ben smacked her pussy, on purpose or not, and the sharp sting of his slap against her clit set her off.  Her tummy tightened; her pussy spasmed, blanking her mind, only leaving unfiltered pleasure flooding her, drowning her. 

“Oh shit, are you cumming?”  Ben’s fingers dug into her, shuddering as he moaned into her ear.  “Fuck… fuck…”  Rey could hear herself calling out Ben’s name again as his cock twitched under her, cumming with her. 

They stayed like that… sweaty and sated… bodies melted together…  Her pussy pleasantly throbbing, Rey remained limp in Ben's lap, legs opened and weak, feeling like jelly.  Ben’s chuckle was low and knowing, but he didn’t say anything.

Time passed slowly as their breath regulated, their trembling subsided.  Rey let more of her weight shift to Ben, letting her arms dangle down at her sides.  She shouldn’t feel this good after.  This content.

“I’m convinced—that was good—you are definitely all good.  You can go…”

Rey had forgotten that all that had transpired was to determine her capability to attend class.   

Both of Ben’s arms snaked around her, holding her tight.  Like he never wanted to let her go.  She believed he never would.  Trust him, he had said.  I will take care of you. It made her feel weirdly safe but… it served as a warning too.  She was being allowed to go to class but there was no way Ben was being stupid about it.  He wasn’t going to let her to walk out of his life.  He was as determined to have her as she was to get away. 

Rey said nothing as Ben placed little kisses into her shoulder.  Eventually he murmured, “I have a surprise for you.”  It was on the tip of Rey’s tongue to say no thank you, an automatic reaction.  Then he would call her stubborn and they’d both tense up, making the glow of their togetherness dissipate quickly.  “Jump in the shower… you’ll see it.” 

When Rey emerged from the bathroom, freshly showered and her skin feeling dewy soft from her surprise gift, Ben had an outfit laying out for her.  It was the soft creamy white shirt that Rey had eyed earlier.  A new bra and matching panties rested on top of it with some jeans off to the side. 

It would be very easy to run in this outfit.

Not that she was going to. 

At least not today.  She had decided that in the shower.  Strategic, she told herself.  She was being strategic.

Rey had made the mistake of underestimating Ben’s layers of planning before…  He had arranged for her scholarship months and months ago…   He had ensured they were in the same classes at the beginning of the school year…  There was no way he didn’t have anything in place in the event that she ran.

Triggers.    

That’s what Rey thought of them as.  Reminiscent of the old movies… someone would step on the wrong block and then water would gush in, threatening to drown the poor unsuspecting fool.  Or a nonconsequential-seeming object would be moved—and the walls would close in, sealing their doom. 

There were triggers that set Ben off and there were also triggers in place to make sure that Rey didn’t take off.  When Rey ran before, Looker had been outside the door, Bazine at the stairs.  Later she learned there had also been reinforcements outside the building, someone to monitor incoming emergency calls. 

Since then, Rey had identified more triggers… like the coat closet where Ben stored her computer when she wasn’t allowed on it.  It’s where he kept her shoes.  Her phone was probably in there.  She hadn’t seen it since Ben showed up. Around the coat closet door knob, there was a special lock with technology she hadn’t seen before.  Rey had touched it, just to look at it, and Whiner, the one on guard duty that morning, had knocked at the door, reporting her to Ben.

Ben had mentioned an ‘update’ on her computer.  Rey thought it was all the websites that had been blocked. She could essentially go to the school’s website, Proquest, and a couple others.  It wasn’t until she had sent that email to her professor saying she was going to miss class that she learned of another trigger.  Ben could monitor and control emails going in and out of her school account. 

Bottom line, Rey wasn’t going to run.  Not this first outing.  She needed to learn what triggers existed.  Size everything up.  Starting with this Trudgen guy Ben said was going to be escorting her to and from class. 

“I don’t need a chaperone,” Rey asserted, eyeing the casual shoes she was being given.  She had expecting something with a heel, like boots.  Or platforms.  Something to hinder her… not enable.   The comfy shoes would aid her in moving quickly, quietly.  If desired.  It made her more anxious than relieved.  

“It’s my business to know what you need, remember?”  His head tilted down and Ben pressed his lips against Rey’s.  They were soft.  Warm.  Oddly reassuring.

“What I need is to not be coddled.” 

Ben shot her a look, the one that signaled that she would be doing what Ben said, one way or another. Rey's stomach dropped...  She needed to shut up and not mess this up. 

“I’m going and coming back,” she reminded him.  Ben just hummed and handed her pre-packed backpack.  Rey pushed up on her toes, giving him a kiss.  Letting her lips linger.  She hadn’t done that before—initiated a kiss—and it surprised them both.  That look on Ben’s face was back.  Rey could tell what it was this time.

Vulnerability. 

That’s what it looked like.  It did weird things to Rey’s stomach.  

He looked pained, unsure.  Rey felt the need to hold Ben, to comfort him but… that seemed ridiculous.  He was her captor.  Her tormentor.  She still grabbed his hand, telling him once last time, “I’m just going to class.”

Ben stared at their interlocked hands and Rey felt dread seeping in.  She was acting weirdly.  She knew it and wasn’t sure how Ben was taking it.  Would he become suspicious?  See it as manipulation?  He had strong feelings about that… it usually ended up with her pussy being spanked. 

“That’s what you said.”  He dropped her hand and headed to the door.  “Are you ready?”  He didn’t seem to be. 

Rey hesitated… what if this was a trap?  Ben was always two steps ahead of her.  His previous words rang in her ears, Such a good girl, coming out to my car on your own so I didn’t have to drag you.  She thought she had gotten away, but she had only moved things along.

Ben said it was a fresh start but what if she was willingly walking into something worse?  Trust me.  Rey’s mind raced through all the possible scenarios; her brain hurting as it tried to sift through them.  I love you.

Rey bit her bottom lip, immediately letting it go as she nodded.  “Yes… I am ready to go.”  Ben opened the door and let Rey walk through first.  

When she stepped outside the door, Looker and another big guy was on standby.  It didn’t bode well that Looker was grinning, looking way too happy.  It was like there was something they weren’t telling her. She could feel it in her bones.   

Ben introduced the other guy as Trudgen.  Then he kissed her forehead.  It only made the pit in her stomach grow. 

“Aren’t you walking with me too?” Rey asked when Trudgen started walking down the hall and Ben stayed still.  Ben shook his head, looking like he wanted to.  Trudgen called back to her, “Stay within two feet at all times.”  His tone wasn’t rude, but it was cold.  Impersonal.

“Do the right thing, kitten.”  Ben motioning that she needed to catch up to the stranger.  Rey took off, catching up with Trudgen, stealing one last glance at Ben.  She wanted to run back to him, have him hug her, kiss her, tell her it was going to be okay.  She didn’t understand why.  Anything but contempt for Ben seemed… unsmart.  Trust me.  I love you.  

Rey stumbled, reluctantly turning around to watch where she was going.  Her heart thumped with each step-step-step down the stairs.  She didn’t understand why she was so nervous… she wasn’t going to try to leave. Nothing was going to happen her. 

“We must reach certain checkpoints by specific times.  If not, we will not continue.  You will be brought to your home.”  Trudgen opened the back door for Rey and she stepped out, the sun hitting her eyes.  “You will not be allowed to try again.”   

The air was brisk, nowhere fresh… but Rey was outside.  Thoughts of traps and triggers blew away with the light wind.  She was out.  Out of the apartment.  Out in public. 

Ben was letting her go.  He hadn’t lied.  She wasn’t going to be a Rapunzel in a tower.  Relief flooded Rey’s system and a sob gurgled out; she wound her arm around her face, covering her mouth.  Of all the things that had happened—this was what was going to make her cry?  Rey lurched, another cry escaping. 

Trudgen’s hand clamped onto her ribs and Rey instinctually thrashed, expelling all the air in her lungs when his fingers tightened, digging into the muscle between the bones as if trying to pierce her skin. 

“It’s not a big deal that you forgot your phone; we can go back and get it.”  It was said to no one, seemingly verbalized in case someone was in earshot.  Trudgen turned her around, pushing her back through the door.

Rey fell back, crashing against the wall, using it to support herself. 

“She started crying.”  Trudgen’s head was angled away as he talked but there was no one around. “I know.” He turned to face her.  “Nobody is going to care if they see a crying girl.”  His disdain was broadcast over his face, in his tone.    

“So you’re an asshole too,” Rey spit out, her chin trembling as she turned her head away, wiping her tears away with the back of her hand. 

Fuck, Rey hoped she hadn’t screwed this up.  She hadn’t meant to cry—hadn’t known that buried deep, deep down, there had been a small part of her that believed she wouldn’t be allowed to leave ever again.  Trust me.  I love you.  Her tears didn’t show any signs of stopping, slowly trickling down her cheeks.  

“Did anyone put money on her crying?” Looker’s voice rang out above.  His footsteps sounded heavy as he trolloped down them.

Rey furiously wiped her face, trying to pull herself together.  She glared at the door, refusing to look Looker’s way when he made it to where they were standing.  He laughed and when there was a smacking noise, Rey side-eyed them, seeing that Looker had slapped Trudgen on the back.  “Man, I wish I would’ve; talk about great odds.  Nobody could’ve seen that coming…” 

Rey glared at him.  “Fuck you.” 

“Think Cardo tagged her to call out for Ben,” Looker kept on.  “Cardo’s become quite the romantic, believing in love and all that shit.  I thought she'd scream—still do.”  His smirk suggested that he still wanted her to.  

“Don’t distract her,” Trudgen told Looker before informing Rey, “We have two minutes remaining to get to the first checkpoint.” 

At least Looker made her stop crying.  Any relief… any overwhelming gratitude to have been let outside was gone.  She knew how to use anger as fuel.  How to prove assholes wrong.  It was the other stuff that fucked her up.  Trust me.  I love you.

Rey wiped off her face once last time and tightened her grip on her backpack.  "Then I guess we better run..."  

Chapter Text

Rey ran. 

It was chilly, the sun warm, and Rey found herself settling into a consistent pace as she made her way to the campus.  No words were spoken between her and Trudgen, not even when he had taken her backpack from her to carry. 

It allowed Rey to pretend she was running without any constraints.  As if she didn’t have a watch dog at her heels, easily keeping up.  As if she was going to class on her own provocation—not because Ben let her.

All the clutter in her mind blew away with the breeze, the outdoor air a delight.  Weighing concerns slipped away, only leaving what was good in life.  She was going to class.  Earning her degree.  Making something for herself.  Of herself.

She had told Ben the truth when she said everything she did was for her future.  Growing up, she paid little attention to her current situation, instead focusing on what could be.  Choosing to push to the be best version of herself. 

For years, Rey’s social workers praised her for preserving against the odds.  It poorly masked their relief that she wasn’t one to act out.  Be one that got in trouble.  They knew that however they tried, there’d always be the one that got abused.  Molested.  The one that slipped through the cracks.  Rey could’ve been any one of those statistics.  There was no oversight.  No direction.  No care.     

The college grounds came into view but Rey didn’t slow, aiming for the mathematics building.  Her calves, her sides, lungs—they all burned, but Rey welcomed it as necessary to build back up her endurance. 

She would continue to move forward, reminding herself that anything positive that had happened in her life was because of her.  She told herself that nobody cared what she was doing, except for her.  She was always by herself, taking care of herself. 

But the words rang hollow in her head. 

It wasn’t true anymore.  

She had everything she needed to be comfortable.  A soft bed.  New clothes.  Food scarcity was a thing of the past.  Rey had an entire team looking after her.  There were so many moving parts that were, in some way or another, centered around her. 

Because to Ben, she was someone worth caring about. 

It came with a price.  Rey was being watched by a very scary group with connections seemingly everywhere.  She had seen Himbo enroute.  When Rey finally slowed to walk as they neared the building doors, she caught a glimpse of the Enforcer ducking in, going in before her.

Rey wasn’t deluding herself that the team was concerned about her.  Most would probably try to either screw her over, or screw her literally, if it wasn’t for Ben.  We’re at a crossroads… that’s what Hux had said.  Rey isn’t sure what the options had been, but the entire team had picked Ben.  To support Ben. 

And that meant to take care of Rey.  She was his business, after all.   

As Rey neared the classroom, excitement welled up again.  Ben didn’t lie.  He let her go.   

Trudgen slipped off to the side as Rey walked into the classroom.  She had first heard this professor was great from Poe, a classmate in another course.  At the beginning of the semester, they had been paired up for a small project in her Friday class. 

“Rey?  Hey!”  Sure enough, Poe was there and he was walking over to her.  “You were able to get into this class!  I knew you wanted to.”

“Yeah, got switched over last week,” Rey shared. 

Poe was an upperclassman and seemed nice enough.  After completing their class project in the other class, Poe had invited her out for coffee but Rey had declined, not interested in any type of potential relationship. 

“Cool beans!” Poe grinned.  “There’s a big project due at the end of semester.  We should partner up again; we totally killed it last time.” 

It was then that standing there with Poe shifted into something nerve-wracking.  Ben said not to look at other men.  She was talking to one.  “I already got a partner.”  She said it louder than needed, in case ‘anyone’ was listening. 

Poe’s eyebrows wrinkled up.  “You okay?” The words came out half-jokingly. 

The question jump-started something inside her… She could tell Poe.  Ask for help.  Whisper the words, I’m under lock and key. 

But…  What if it was a test?  Maybe Poe was in on it.  He didn’t play hockey; in fact, Rey was pretty sure he played Lacrosse.  He didn’t look like the others; starting with the straightness of his nose.  Rey doubted that it had ever been broken.

Yet Rey was reminded of the sleeper hold that Ben put her in before he stuffed her in his trunk.   He said the wrestling captain taught him.  Maybe Poe was his friend?  Maybe this was all a test. 

Rey knew what she was supposed to.  What Ben wanted her to do, she corrected herself. 

“Rey? Is that you?”

It was Looker and he strolled casually over to Rey and Poe.  “Long time, no see.”  A girl walking to her seat did a double take when she saw Looker and was graced with a wink, making her titter.  Rey understood; Looker was objectively hot.  Charismatic to those that didn’t know him.   

Poe looked back and forth, confusion clouding his face.  He ignored Looker, addressing Rey again.  “You know him—”

“Rey?”  Looker interrupted Poe.  “Isn’t that your backpack?”  He pointed one row over, to an empty spot.  Sure enough, her backpack was on the seat. Trudgen must’ve put it there.  Rey scanned around the room and saw her guard dog out in the hall, across the opened door.

At that moment, Ben entered the classroom.  His face was expressionless with a side of disinterest.  To a stranger, he wouldn’t look approachable.  He lumbered to the spot behind the chair where Rey’s bag sat.  She probably was already to be there, but she had been distracted by Poe.         

“Is it yours?” Poe asked inquisitively, considering that he and Rey had been talking the second she had come through the door herself.  The question brought Rey’s attention back to Poe and Looker. 

Rey knew what Looker wanted her to do—what they all wanted.  Rey needed to back away from Poe.  To go to Ben.  She wanted to too… it’s not like she sought Poe out.  Rey could see the coldness in Looker’s eyes when he flickered them to Poe.  It made Rey less distrustful of Poe—and more nervous for him. 

Another female student walked by, giving a small little wave to Looker.  He tipped his head to Poe. “Hit that.  Ten out of ten would recommend.”

Rey heard Looker too because he didn’t say it quietly at all.  If Rey had heard, that meant the girl did too… Rey peeked over her shoulder… and the girl didn’t look offended.  She was doing a little spin, giggling as she did. 

Poe was another story—he looked appalled.  But before he could respond, the professor walked in.  Rey used the distraction to step away from Poe.  Quickly. 

She went to where her bag had been placed—the seat in front of Ben and she hastily grabbed her backpack so she could sit down.

As the constant outsider, Rey was used to getting dirty looks, but she had to admit that she wasn’t prepared for one she got from the female that was already sitting down beside Ben.  It only took a second to realize that Ben was surrounded by girls.  Maybe it was just a coincidence, but the rest of the room was predominantly male.   

Rey slipped into her spot, noticing that the female that had supposedly hooked up with Looker was off to the other side of Ben… And considering the death stare Rey got when she looked over again, the other girl didn’t seem happy about Rey being there.

Ben didn’t fit into college classroom seats any more than the high school ones.  There wasn’t enough room to extend his legs straight out so they were widely spread, going around the chair that Rey was sitting in, making her feel both caged in and protected by the cattiness that threatened to erupt. 

Peeking back, it was hard not to notice that Ben was as wide as the desk, maybe more, and Rey was reminded how formidable he was.  When Rey first met Ben, had interacted with him, she had sized him up as a rich pretentious playboy.  Womanizer, he was not; Rey obviously knew that now. 

He only loved one.  Her. 

Rey still thought of Ben as arrogant.  Cocky, absolutely.  But… he wasn’t condescending to others.  It was more than he held himself and others to high standards.  Expected it.  Demanded it.  Got it. 

Rey glanced over her shoulder again, longer this time, but Ben didn’t look up, his hair obscuring part of his face, making his expression unreadable.  Rey didn’t like that.  She was there because of him—not to mention, she had made him cum in his pants earlier that morning for fuck sakes—the least he could do is acknowledge her.  Instead, she was getting dirty looks from females who were mistaking her for competition. 

Rey’s eyes landed on one of them still staring and Rey smiled.  Mostly because she was a friendly person, damn it.  But… there was also a little smugness in her smile because if it was a contest for Ben’s affection, Rey had already won.  Hit the jackpot.  Ben spoiled her and his love had no ends.    

Where the hell did that come from? Rey swallowed down the intrusive thought, her head whipping forward. 

She forced herself to focus on the professor who had just walked in.  Instead of his desk, the elderly man had made his way over to Looker and Poe.  Her eyes followed him and then she realized, with unease, that Poe was still standing over two desks where she left him—staring at her, an assessing look on his face.

“Vicrul? Are you the student I approved?” 

Rey’s mouth gaped when the professor slapped Looker—Vicrul?—on the back.  

“No, no; I’m not in advanced abstract math or whatever this is,” Looker-slash-Vicrul said with a laugh.  “That would be signing your death warrant.”

“What?”  Poe’s one word was filled with audible concern.

“When he flunked me, we’d have to hunt him down.” Looker explained, bumping against the professor, all buddy-buddy, eliciting a chuckle from the much older man even when he bounced backwards, making his fragility more obvious.  Looker could probably break the professor in half if he wanted. 

Poe too… who was being elbowed by Looker as he joked, “I’m taking Intro to Numbers.  Ten out of ten; highly recommend.  Besides, training starts soon, who has time to study?”  He flashed a grin and Rey noticed the females preening.  It was like high school all over again.  Teachers and students falling over themselves for the players.  

“There’s always tutoring,” The professor noted, heading back to the front desk.  “We’d take care of you.”

Poe grimaced, backing up to sit down.  A female student pushed by Poe, hitting his arm to hand Looker a folded-up paper.  She whispered in his ear then headed back to her chair with a triumphant smile. 

Looker was smiling too, but Rey knew him.  It wasn’t sweet; it was sadistic as hell. 

Rey wondered how many had slipped Ben a piece of paper with their number scribbled on it.  How many females had tried to get Ben’s attention?  Daydreamed about being able to run their fingers through his hair?  Questioned if it was as soft as it looked?

Rey knew.  His hair was thick and silky.  She knew what it felt like to take her fingers instead of a brush and card through Ben’s strands—taking section by section, smoothing out any snarls.  The tips would tickle her palms and—

“Suppose it’s time to start class.” The professor took control of the classroom, announcing, “We’re having a quiz.”

“Now I’m definitely not transferring…”  Looker threw up his arms, glancing over, his smile broadening when he saw Rey sitting where she was supposed to be.  The class laughed with Looker. 

All except Rey.  And Poe. 

Rey looked over her shoulder, trying to be discreet.  Ben wasn’t laughing either.   

The professor started handing out papers, reiterating out one last time, “You and your team are always welcome.” 

Looker strolled out, calling back, “I’m running now…”  His absence was enough to motivate a different female to pop up and dart out the door, risking a quiz grade to avoid missing out on her chance to hook up with the hockey player. 

It finally sunk in…  The team was going to play hockey at this university instead.  How did she not think of it?  It made sense that they didn’t give hockey up completely, but still. 

This was exactly why she shouldn’t make any hasty moves.  She bet Trudgen was her escort because the others—including Ben—were known.  The outing was turning out to be exactly what Rey needed; she was learning.  Her opposition had something to lose. 

Ben too. 

This could work to her benefit.  Very well.  Rey just needed to know how to make it work.  But there would be time for that later.  She pulled out a pen; she was ready and prepared for the quiz and eager for the lecture after.

When class was over, Rey couldn’t stop herself from grinning, feeling renewed by the subject matter.  She never felt more alive than when she was learning.  Numbers could never disappoint.    

As she packed up, Rey realized she didn’t know what she was supposed to do.  She knew enough that if she didn’t meet Ben’s expectations, there would be repercussions.  Consequently, if she met them, there could be a different outcome…

Good girls get rewards. 

Emotions from the morning trickled back in—that softness in Ben, her surprising want to have him near.  She shook it off because Trudgen showed up; he flung her bag over his shoulder and walked out.  Rey followed him until they got outside, then she took the lead again, setting a steady pace back to the apartment building.  Once at her door, Trudgen didn’t walk in but kept her bag, not saying a word.

Inside, Rey toed off her shoes, wishing she could hide them for later but left them beside Ben’s neatly placed by the door.  He had made it back before her somehow.  It caused her to smile softly.  Next time, she would beat him home. 

“Come here,” Ben’s voice rang out across the apartment and Rey made her way to the bedroom door.  She found herself treading slowly, wondering if there was something that he had seen… that there was something he would think she needed a lesson for.

Ben was stripping off his clothes, leaving on his boxers.  “Take your outside clothes off,” he instructed. 

Her stomach dropping, Rey eased her own clothing off, piece by piece, taking time to fold them after.

“Kitten…” A warning rang out and Rey knew it was because of the time it was taking to comply. 

“Yes?” Rey stalled; staying in her matching bra and panties, she went to the dresser.  He typically let her get stuff out of the bottom drawer without permission and she bent over with the intent to get some comfy boyshorts and one of Ben’s worn tees to put on.   

Ben whistled at the view and Rey straightened up quickly; she really hadn’t meant to do that.  Strong arms wrapped out her waist and she was drugged to the bed.  It felt so caveman-ish and it probably shouldn’t have made her laugh.  But damn, there was a lightness that came after their emotional morning.  Class had gone well; Rey was confident she’d be able to go again.

Good girls get rewards. 

“You little tease,” Ben growled, not sounding upset at all as he rutted up against her.  Rey was used to him touching her body without provocation and she didn’t have to force herself not to tense up.  She didn’t even inwardly recoil when he arranged her the way he wished.  He had an obvious sense of entitlement to her, but this part wasn’t bad… being close to someone.    

When Ben fully wrapped himself around Rey, she sunk into his hold, into the familiar musk.  Rey wasn’t sleepy in the slightest, but she didn’t make any effort to try to get off the bed.  She knew better.   

“You did what you said.  You went and came back.”    

“Yeah…”  Rey smiled, noting, “Class was great.  I can’t believe he actually brought up Category Theory.  And it made sense… in theory.”  She laughed lightly. “He's such a great professor—”

“Don’t talk about another man.” Ben swatted at Rey; she didn’t even flinch and waited for him to cup her pussy after.  Which he did. 

She held her breath though, seeing if Poe would be brought up now… exhaling softly when Ben steered the conversation toward the class material.  “How did you do on the quiz?” 

“Aced it,” Rey said matter-of-factly.  “No question.”

When Ben didn’t say anything, Rey tried to look at him, but Ben had her too securely.  “And you?” she asked.

“What did you put for five—direct, contrapositive, or contradiction?” 

“Well, contradiction wouldn’t have been wrong, but proof by contrapositive was possible.  I bet he’ll accept either as long as you explained why.”    

Again, Ben didn’t respond, eventually mumbling into her hair.  “That brain of yours is one of the things I love most about you.” 

Oh. 

Rey hadn’t been expecting that.  A tiny shiver worked its way through her body—it was the first time that Ben had actually given a concrete reason why he loved her other than she was a 'fighter'.  And that it wasn't something superficial? The words became a heady dose of dopamine interjected straight into her veins. 

The two settled into a silence, both deep in their own thoughts, bodies pressed so tightly, it should’ve been stifling.         

“You cried.”  Ben recounted.

“I did…”    

“It was hard letting you.  I didn’t want to.”

Before Rey could respond, Ben continued on.  “It felt like I could lose you.”  His voice was thick and muddled.  Raw.

Trust me.  Ben had said it, but Rey was asking for it too.  Trust me. I love you.  Ben's words echoed in her brain, making Rey think of how vulnerable he looked earlier in the morning.  Rey didn’t know this Ben.  The one opening up to her right now. 

The Ben lying in bed with her wasn’t the Ben she first met over a year ago.  Nowhere close to the Ben from graduation night.  She really wasn’t sure who he was, past the ego.    

But it was still Ben.  “I need you to know that I will never be without you."  He used Rey's own words.  "You may think you can move forward without me... it will never happen.  I need you to understand this.”    

Rey turned in Ben’s arms; it was a slow process as she didn’t tell him what she was trying to do and with each movement it was like he was deciding whether he was going to let her.  Once face-to-face, Rey scanned over Ben.  There was a guarded melancholy to him—and Rey didn’t like it. 

“I’m right here,” she whispered.   

For too long, it didn’t matter if Rey needed someone or not.  There had been no one. 

It still didn’t matter if Rey thought she needed someone or not.  There would always be someone there. 

Ben.