inappropriately timed force bond moments (both nsfw and humor approaches)
dream-sharing
emotional bleed/transference (from rey, involving other parties)
inappropriate force bond voyeurism on rey/poe or rey/finn
mid-conversation force bond interruption
The Rise of Skywalker- Cross-galaxy chase of the Resistance
anything related to ben solo, but especially:
snoke confessionals with family or friends of family
returning to the light
smuggler life style
jedi knight ben
resistance-fighter ben
The Rise of Skywalker- Force Ghost communications w/ Rey
anything related to supreme leader kylo ren, but especially:
fall via coup
resistance fighter reconditioning (gen or nsfw)
force ghost visits from anakin/luke/rey/leia/snoke
defeat by the resistance, and subsequent aftermath
The Rise of Skywalker- Mole Discovery w/ Hux
canto bight:
shady weapons deals
picking up prisoners
recruitment
obligatory dinner party
general casino shenanigans
beach party
basically any reason you can think of to use canto bight as a setting piece
A note on romance: I will ship all of the new trilogy characters with Kylo Ren (except Snoke/Family). But I have no interest in exploring domestic-style takes on them. Thank you for understanding.
[ She hadn't thought of it that way. 'Use' sounds like such a cruel word for it, but she gathers his meaning from her few insistences on pushing his boundaries. Each time, he'd left her feeling like she'd done something wrong in wanting him that way. But she grapples with it now.
Maybe he just didn't know how to want. ]
I thought you didn't want me. [ She shares that with the same forcefulness that she's made other confessions to him. Rushed out, throaty. ] How will I know if ...? [ If he actually wanted her to push him like that, or if she needed to back down? It sounds like a dangerous question to ask. ]
[He understands why she would think that. Truthfully, he wasn't sure that he did -- or rather, he knew he wanted her, but was afraid of what it would lead to. What it might turn him into. But now that he has it, he can't imagine how he lived without her.
His hand moves from her head to her face. For the moment, he can't imagine not wanting anything she offered him. But still:]
You'll know.
[They have the bond, stronger than ever. They couldn't escape it now.]
[ Obviously she isn't worried about physical wounds. Enough of the scars that map his body belong to her. As she says this, her nose rests at the base of one of them, near his clavicle. But ... He has normalized a lot of things that scare her. She kisses his neck then, and his jaw, and in doing so lifts her head so she can easily nudge her nose against his cheek.
Clinging, as she so often is. But now she has license to make the emotional physical.
Fortunately, she doesn't leave him to flounder with that emotional statement for long. She knows how he is, how difficult it will be for him to receive. After a respectable pause, she moves on to: ] Do you want me to spank you?
[ He's huge. It's an unexpected mental picture, but she's rolling it around in her mind. ]
[He follows her train of thought, the way she's trying to picture what that might look like. It's intimidating, perhaps, not unlike they had both been frightened of whether or not he would fit inside of her. He can only think of one way to make it easier, both for him to vocalize and for her to accept.]
Hm.
[His hum is low and curious, jaw tilting upwards pliantly in response to her attention. One of his hands moves to hold her own, toying with her fingers.]
[ Predictable, maybe, in how the heat rises in her voice. ] I can do it.
[ Maybe. She's not sure she has the steadiness, the reserve for it, but she can try, if that's what he wants. And she presumes that he does, from that reply. He won't state it clearly, but he's obviously put consideration towards it. ]
[He smiles in the most playful way Kylo Ren can manage, lifting her hand to kiss her knuckles in response. He's not convinced that she can dig down and separate herself from the act of hurting him, even if it brings him pleasure.
That's, at least, what the echo of her words tells him.]
[ Obviously. She'd asked him to give her a model to go off of, she was poking at his preferences. What did he think she was planning? Rey sounds steadier than she feels. Her body is still loose and sleepy. But she resolves herself, now perceiving a need for reassurance. ]
I'll try. [ She might not be any good at it. He'd said himself she would never turn. But she could try, for him. And he deserved to hear "I'll try" for a change. ] I want to try.
[Kylo Ren leans down, pressing his lips to her forehead. "Try" lacks the confidence she will need to follow through, so he seeks to provide it another way. He is exhausted -- but he knows what she needs to hear now. The bond makes it clear.]
You won't hurt me. Not the way you're afraid of.
[His lips trails down her cheek and to her chin, where his teeth think.]
[ She shivers, knowing full and well how true that is from experience now. Rey shuts her eyes and exhales quietly, a seething breath which releases with it all her various anxieties. She can embrace it.
She wriggles closer to him, an impossible effort which ultimately does nothing but express her interest. ]
I know you will. [ It's a conscious decision, sharing that out loud instead of implicitly. ] I did. [ She wants him to understand that. Wants him to feel sure like she does. ]
[Something in him prickles with anticipation when she moves closer and makes her proclamations. His mouth is horribly dry, he realizes suddenly. His body still feels boneless, even for how he feel his craving for her return with new vigor.]
Go on then.
[The small voice that tells him this is a mistake is crushed by his desire.]
[ She asks it in a low voice, thick with sleep. She nuzzles into his shoulder, tightening her hold. It's a cuddle hold, not an attempt to stir something, even if she feels familiar liquid heat stirring. She wants to. And he's right, talking about it has served to tease. But her body's just not up for follow-through right now. Her thighs need time enough to recover before she thinks about riding him again.
And when she does as he asks, she will be riding him again. Her hips shift to briefly bump her clit against his thigh, and she hums her sleepy appreciation of it. ]
After sleep. [ She promises. ] When the flooding drains. Before we leave.
[In more ways than one. But he can sense her exhaustion, the way she reaches again for sleep even as she shifts happily on top of him. His exhale following is heavy, defeated, conciliatory.]
Fine. After sleep.
[If nothing else, it will prove that he has no plans to leave. At least, he hope so. His arms circle back around her, pulling her close like a security blanket and so that he can rest his chin on the top of her head.]
I didn't mean to. I didn't think you'd fallen asleep already.
[ The conciliatory statement is needling, in some ways. In the bond it nags as somewhat disingenuous, and the rationale for that becomes a little clearer by the look on her face, which hides mischief between a failingly placid expression.
She isn't too be blamed, though. She had warned him of misbehavior. ]
His dreams are no help in this regard. They are filthy and unending, filling in where Rey had left him the night before and the only thing that keeps him still during them is the fact that Rey is pinned under his arms. When his eyelids finally slide open, he swears he can still feel the sting of her hand, a shortness of breath where she had held him down, a faint smell of something coppery, and a thick weight between his legs.
Only one of those is a tangible thing. When he moves to shift, to allow feeling back in his arms, he grunts to feel the thickness of his already hard cock plastered beneath her ass. His ears redden immediately.]
[ Ben's arousal preoccupies her dreams, but only in the abstract. Something gnawing and dark chases her, grabs for her, gropes her from the shadows, always interested in swallowing her down. Pulling her somewhere deep and dark. But it doesn't feel toxic and bleak as her nightmares of drowning had. These molten shadows are passion and fever and need. She feels wanted.
But she never really rests, trying to outrun them, because at no point in the night is Ben's desire sated, quieted. When she's stirred out of her sleep eventually by his faint movements, it takes her a moment to anchor herself in the reality — that he's wrapped around her back, clutching her like he once had, that solid mass pressing against her backside is that same arousal made flesh, and that the whole room still stinks of sweat and sex.
Rey's disorientation passes in the span of a few heart beats as she places what was real and what was dream, when the last part of her waking hours before sleep had felt so much like the start of sleep itself, dreams she'd had before. But they were too vivid to be anything but real. And the proof is against her back.
As she orients herself, the particulars of their conversation return too. Ah. That's right.
[She will no doubt feel his embarrassment bleed outward when she calls him out, his heartbeat quickening and his stomach dropping into a void. How was he supposed to explain this? The question is superficial, he knows, but he would be lying if he wasn't still trying to come down from his dreams last night.
It was different, in the moment. Now, he feels like he's been caught with his hand in the cookie jar.]
I -- I just. It's nothing. Sometimes--
[His voice tapers off uselessly and he moves with the intent of crawling off the bed, only to find that there's no real bed left to crawl off of.]
[ She reaches up to bar him from escaping, and turns to pin him back to the mattress instead, rising up to a sitting position to give herself better leverage for it. Luckily, he's groggy enough that she doesn't need considerable force. ]
Liar.
[ She holds him by his sternum.
Frankly, she'd prefer a slower awakening. Groggy, romantic, indulging in their shared warmth and recalling with wonder what they'd shared. But that sort of thing has always proven beyond Ben Solo, except in one specific circumstance last night. If she wants that emotional honesty from him, she has to draw it out of him.
And she owes it to him, had promised him, to do it by force the next time. ]
I can feel it, Ben. [ She reminds him of this as she shrugs off the veil of her grogginess. Crisper and more alert, she climbs onto his thighs to keep him down, and the thin sheet between them tents against his erection. ] Have you been like this all night?
[ She doesn't know better than to ask that question, since she hasn't been subject to commercials for erectile dysfunction medications since she was old enough to watch television. But it functions to goad him for his arousal, command certainty over his desire for her, all the same. ]
[Her ability to shrug off her exhaustion leaves her at an advantage and leaves him babbling like a boy, squirming sleepily beneath her. But -- he remembers, in a moment of clarity, that Rey preferred him when he told the whole truth.]
Not -- all night. [He wets his lips. He really has no idea how long he's been like this, but that's not really the question, is it?] Just most of it.
[Surely she wouldn't be angry with him, over that. It'd been what she wanted after all. But he can also see why she might be a little frustrated to find his dick sandwiched in her ass cheeks.]
I couldn't help it. I couldn't stop thinking about you. About us.
[ She had underestimated how good that would feel to hear, even knowing how good it felt to be woken by the proof of his persistent want of her. Rey's cheeks color with it, some, her eyes a fraction darker for how desire dilates her pupils. The effect she has on him has no equal. Before her, he'd have let no one touch him like this, and she knows it. She'd fought hard battles to get where she is here, and she's conquered him.
Before, he'd recoiled from the very hint of wanting her. Now he can't get enough. ]
About how you want me?
[ She chases the question, insistent. ]
You want me wrapped around your cock again? Twice wasn't enough for you, was it? Tell the truth. [ She leans down over him, reaching her free hand under the sheet to grip his cock in her fist, firm and possessive rather than coaxing and teasing. ] It'll never be enough.
[ This, she knows, because she feels it too. She craves him. And she's insatiable. The act of straddling him alone stretches out the aching muscles that had seen no use til last night, releasing a pleasant burn that makes her body feel fresh and usable again. ]
[The grip she applies causes him to stutter on the breath seeking to escape his lungs, a groan mixed with pleasure and resistance all wrapped up together. When she does not move her hand, his hips instinctively rise to try and trust into it.]
No. Never.
[One hand grips hungrily at her thigh, the other raising to try and pull her down for a kiss -- anything to engage in the sudden flare of heat and desire he feels flooding through him.]
[ He tries to pull at her, and she locks her elbow to keep an arm's distance between his chest and her, setting her jaw firmly. She grips his cock tighter for it too now that he has thrust up into it, gripping him around the base like she has him by a leash instead of the suggestion of any relief.
It's hard to do, denying herself the gratification as well as him. Rey wants the intimacy and the clinging and the frantic communion. And she has never been one to delay taking what she wants when it's available. Knowing what he wants, though, she draws on the well of her patience and swallows thickly. ]
[He swears out loud when she locks her hand around the base of him, nails digging sharp half-moons into her thigh and her shoulder. Kylo Ren finds himself trying to hold his breath, as if that will somehow relieve the pressure, the spots that start to form at the corners of his vision.
He might have come right then and there if he was more awake. But she is doing a splendid job of helping there.
But her question, about what he deserves, catches him offguard. Does he deserve endless sex from Rey? He'd like to think so. She will no doubt be able to witness his brain working overtime on this before he finally chokes out the word:]
No.
[His head hits the pillow, unable to stay upright without making him dizzy.]
[ When he gives her the answer she'd wanted — expected, in fact, even if she disagrees with it — she loosens her grip on his cock. Two soothing pumps of her fist help ease the pressure and discomfort that she'd felt as a result of her hold. ]
How do you plan to earn it, then?
[ She doesn't lack the brazenness to seize control or to decide for herself what to give him except in this, where he wants her to wound him. If he'll reiterate his willingness to take whatever she gives, then she'll just have to do her best to be creative, but she wants to grant him the opportunity to ask for it.
That, she knows, is its own form of pain for him. ]
[He knows that she is deliberately giving him that distance to build the anticipation, and it works wonders. He pulls at her like a rabid animal, tries to squeeze one hand between them to rub between her legs. Fortunately, she remains bare from the night before, and he does not anticipate that being difficult to do.]
My body belongs to you, Rey. You can use it -- any way you need it.
[He squirms hungrily beneath her, his eyes wide and wild.]
[ It feels wrong, almost, taking advantage of just how eager to please he is. His fingers search out her cunt and find it already vaguely damp, though not all of it seems to be her own immediate arousal. She had, after all, slept with his cum inside of her. The warm and firm massage as he rubs against her folds is just generalized enough for her to sink into it happily, a whole-body warmth which soothes and excites all at once. Her head tips back a little with it, eyelids fluttering. It's so tempting to sink into it. ]
Stop. [ She looks down at him again, grabbing his wrist. ] Not your hands.
[ She's shaky, saying it. Some part of her insists that she will push him too far and he'll recoil from her, that she will want too deeply and demand too much and violate some boundary line that he won't draw. That fear is worse for how accommodating he is like this, how hungry he is to serve her. ]
You made a mess of my cunt, Ben. I think you should start by cleaning it up.
[ It's better that way, isn't it? Not using him, but asking him to do something. She can't shove anything down his throat, exactly, like he had. She has to rely on his skill and effort instead. But it feels better that way, less like forcing herself on him when she'd already spooked him into paralysis before. ]
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[ She hadn't thought of it that way. 'Use' sounds like such a cruel word for it, but she gathers his meaning from her few insistences on pushing his boundaries. Each time, he'd left her feeling like she'd done something wrong in wanting him that way. But she grapples with it now.
Maybe he just didn't know how to want. ]
I thought you didn't want me. [ She shares that with the same forcefulness that she's made other confessions to him. Rushed out, throaty. ] How will I know if ...? [ If he actually wanted her to push him like that, or if she needed to back down? It sounds like a dangerous question to ask. ]
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His hand moves from her head to her face. For the moment, he can't imagine not wanting anything she offered him. But still:]
You'll know.
[They have the bond, stronger than ever. They couldn't escape it now.]
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[ Obviously she isn't worried about physical wounds. Enough of the scars that map his body belong to her. As she says this, her nose rests at the base of one of them, near his clavicle. But ... He has normalized a lot of things that scare her. She kisses his neck then, and his jaw, and in doing so lifts her head so she can easily nudge her nose against his cheek.
Clinging, as she so often is. But now she has license to make the emotional physical.
Fortunately, she doesn't leave him to flounder with that emotional statement for long. She knows how he is, how difficult it will be for him to receive. After a respectable pause, she moves on to: ] Do you want me to spank you?
[ He's huge. It's an unexpected mental picture, but she's rolling it around in her mind. ]
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Hm.
[His hum is low and curious, jaw tilting upwards pliantly in response to her attention. One of his hands moves to hold her own, toying with her fingers.]
I suppose your hands are rather small.
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[ Predictable, maybe, in how the heat rises in her voice. ] I can do it.
[ Maybe. She's not sure she has the steadiness, the reserve for it, but she can try, if that's what he wants. And she presumes that he does, from that reply. He won't state it clearly, but he's obviously put consideration towards it. ]
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[He smiles in the most playful way Kylo Ren can manage, lifting her hand to kiss her knuckles in response. He's not convinced that she can dig down and separate herself from the act of hurting him, even if it brings him pleasure.
That's, at least, what the echo of her words tells him.]
Will you?
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[ Obviously. She'd asked him to give her a model to go off of, she was poking at his preferences. What did he think she was planning? Rey sounds steadier than she feels. Her body is still loose and sleepy. But she resolves herself, now perceiving a need for reassurance. ]
I'll try. [ She might not be any good at it. He'd said himself she would never turn. But she could try, for him. And he deserved to hear "I'll try" for a change. ] I want to try.
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You won't hurt me. Not the way you're afraid of.
[His lips trails down her cheek and to her chin, where his teeth think.]
I'll enjoy it.
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She wriggles closer to him, an impossible effort which ultimately does nothing but express her interest. ]
I know you will. [ It's a conscious decision, sharing that out loud instead of implicitly. ] I did. [ She wants him to understand that. Wants him to feel sure like she does. ]
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Go on then.
[The small voice that tells him this is a mistake is crushed by his desire.]
Don't tease.
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[ She asks it in a low voice, thick with sleep. She nuzzles into his shoulder, tightening her hold. It's a cuddle hold, not an attempt to stir something, even if she feels familiar liquid heat stirring. She wants to. And he's right, talking about it has served to tease. But her body's just not up for follow-through right now. Her thighs need time enough to recover before she thinks about riding him again.
And when she does as he asks, she will be riding him again. Her hips shift to briefly bump her clit against his thigh, and she hums her sleepy appreciation of it. ]
After sleep. [ She promises. ] When the flooding drains. Before we leave.
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[In more ways than one. But he can sense her exhaustion, the way she reaches again for sleep even as she shifts happily on top of him. His exhale following is heavy, defeated, conciliatory.]
Fine. After sleep.
[If nothing else, it will prove that he has no plans to leave. At least, he hope so. His arms circle back around her, pulling her close like a security blanket and so that he can rest his chin on the top of her head.]
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[ The conciliatory statement is needling, in some ways. In the bond it nags as somewhat disingenuous, and the rationale for that becomes a little clearer by the look on her face, which hides mischief between a failingly placid expression.
She isn't too be blamed, though. She had warned him of misbehavior. ]
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His dreams are no help in this regard. They are filthy and unending, filling in where Rey had left him the night before and the only thing that keeps him still during them is the fact that Rey is pinned under his arms. When his eyelids finally slide open, he swears he can still feel the sting of her hand, a shortness of breath where she had held him down, a faint smell of something coppery, and a thick weight between his legs.
Only one of those is a tangible thing. When he moves to shift, to allow feeling back in his arms, he grunts to feel the thickness of his already hard cock plastered beneath her ass. His ears redden immediately.]
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But she never really rests, trying to outrun them, because at no point in the night is Ben's desire sated, quieted. When she's stirred out of her sleep eventually by his faint movements, it takes her a moment to anchor herself in the reality — that he's wrapped around her back, clutching her like he once had, that solid mass pressing against her backside is that same arousal made flesh, and that the whole room still stinks of sweat and sex.
Rey's disorientation passes in the span of a few heart beats as she places what was real and what was dream, when the last part of her waking hours before sleep had felt so much like the start of sleep itself, dreams she'd had before. But they were too vivid to be anything but real. And the proof is against her back.
As she orients herself, the particulars of their conversation return too. Ah. That's right.
Her eyes open. ]
What do you think you're doing?
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It was different, in the moment. Now, he feels like he's been caught with his hand in the cookie jar.]
I -- I just. It's nothing. Sometimes--
[His voice tapers off uselessly and he moves with the intent of crawling off the bed, only to find that there's no real bed left to crawl off of.]
It just happens.
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Liar.
[ She holds him by his sternum.
Frankly, she'd prefer a slower awakening. Groggy, romantic, indulging in their shared warmth and recalling with wonder what they'd shared. But that sort of thing has always proven beyond Ben Solo, except in one specific circumstance last night. If she wants that emotional honesty from him, she has to draw it out of him.
And she owes it to him, had promised him, to do it by force the next time. ]
I can feel it, Ben. [ She reminds him of this as she shrugs off the veil of her grogginess. Crisper and more alert, she climbs onto his thighs to keep him down, and the thin sheet between them tents against his erection. ] Have you been like this all night?
[ She doesn't know better than to ask that question, since she hasn't been subject to commercials for erectile dysfunction medications since she was old enough to watch television. But it functions to goad him for his arousal, command certainty over his desire for her, all the same. ]
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Not -- all night. [He wets his lips. He really has no idea how long he's been like this, but that's not really the question, is it?] Just most of it.
[Surely she wouldn't be angry with him, over that. It'd been what she wanted after all. But he can also see why she might be a little frustrated to find his dick sandwiched in her ass cheeks.]
I couldn't help it. I couldn't stop thinking about you. About us.
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Before, he'd recoiled from the very hint of wanting her. Now he can't get enough. ]
About how you want me?
[ She chases the question, insistent. ]
You want me wrapped around your cock again? Twice wasn't enough for you, was it? Tell the truth. [ She leans down over him, reaching her free hand under the sheet to grip his cock in her fist, firm and possessive rather than coaxing and teasing. ] It'll never be enough.
[ This, she knows, because she feels it too. She craves him. And she's insatiable. The act of straddling him alone stretches out the aching muscles that had seen no use til last night, releasing a pleasant burn that makes her body feel fresh and usable again. ]
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[The grip she applies causes him to stutter on the breath seeking to escape his lungs, a groan mixed with pleasure and resistance all wrapped up together. When she does not move her hand, his hips instinctively rise to try and trust into it.]
No. Never.
[One hand grips hungrily at her thigh, the other raising to try and pull her down for a kiss -- anything to engage in the sudden flare of heat and desire he feels flooding through him.]
Never enough.
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It's hard to do, denying herself the gratification as well as him. Rey wants the intimacy and the clinging and the frantic communion. And she has never been one to delay taking what she wants when it's available. Knowing what he wants, though, she draws on the well of her patience and swallows thickly. ]
Do you think you deserve it?
[ A simple question. It's not even charged. ]
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He might have come right then and there if he was more awake. But she is doing a splendid job of helping there.
But her question, about what he deserves, catches him offguard. Does he deserve endless sex from Rey? He'd like to think so. She will no doubt be able to witness his brain working overtime on this before he finally chokes out the word:]
No.
[His head hits the pillow, unable to stay upright without making him dizzy.]
But it's what I want. Please.
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How do you plan to earn it, then?
[ She doesn't lack the brazenness to seize control or to decide for herself what to give him except in this, where he wants her to wound him. If he'll reiterate his willingness to take whatever she gives, then she'll just have to do her best to be creative, but she wants to grant him the opportunity to ask for it.
That, she knows, is its own form of pain for him. ]
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[He knows that she is deliberately giving him that distance to build the anticipation, and it works wonders. He pulls at her like a rabid animal, tries to squeeze one hand between them to rub between her legs. Fortunately, she remains bare from the night before, and he does not anticipate that being difficult to do.]
My body belongs to you, Rey. You can use it -- any way you need it.
[He squirms hungrily beneath her, his eyes wide and wild.]
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Stop. [ She looks down at him again, grabbing his wrist. ] Not your hands.
[ She's shaky, saying it. Some part of her insists that she will push him too far and he'll recoil from her, that she will want too deeply and demand too much and violate some boundary line that he won't draw. That fear is worse for how accommodating he is like this, how hungry he is to serve her. ]
You made a mess of my cunt, Ben. I think you should start by cleaning it up.
[ It's better that way, isn't it? Not using him, but asking him to do something. She can't shove anything down his throat, exactly, like he had. She has to rely on his skill and effort instead. But it feels better that way, less like forcing herself on him when she'd already spooked him into paralysis before. ]
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