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“Can you come with me to the bathroom?” She looks to him, locked in his glass office, on the top of his glass tower, doing his stupid fictional work. The smoke of his cigar and the city lights behind him makes him look almost ethereal.

I know what she is thinking and I tranquilize her, I have no patience left and tonight it's the night. “Common Baz, he doesn't move for at least fifteen minutes and we will be here all night trying to fix this shit with him. Common, common, common! Don't make me pee my pants, we drank too much whiskey already.”

She sighs and responds by taking a sip of her glass: “Fine!” Finally! Since I started to praise her about the most minimal things like her handwriting she's been suspicious and avoiding being alone with me but tonight I've shoved enough whisky on her.

If she didn't want this, she shouldn't let me be the one responsible to buy Mr. Solo liquors. Now he is paying my way to fuck one of his girls. I feel so naughty already.

We both take a big sip of our glasses while we watch him fully concentrate on destroying another keyboard. He's so sexy, hair all over the place, loose tie and mildly drunk eyes.

I don't care if we don't fix this shit tonight a lot of hypothetical people will lose a lot of hypothetical money. These days things have insurance.

He is trying to fix the big mess up almost alone because he cares way too much about his reputation and couldn't bear the idea of the entire office knowing that he may or may not have fucked it up.

I know that she is in love with him, but I don't give a single fuck. He's mine, since the day I saw him for the first time across the campus. I want to fuck Ben Solo. Consume Ben Solo. Become Ben Solo. And I will, in time. She can stay and watch, I don't mind at all.

I finish my glass and stand up, giving her a view of my ass on my black pencil skirt. I know she will not even look, because she is too worried in desobeying the great Mr. Solo. She is so perfect and well trained.

I take my purse and click my heels across the empty floor. I don't know why they thought that would be ok if the common bathrooms were this distant. She follows me hesitantly.

We both use the bathroom in silence. She goes to the sink to wash her hand. I ignore all the other sinks and stand behind her, pressing her lower half in the cold marble. She audibly gasps and I open a big and predatory smile in the mirror.

I start to clean my hands in between hers, stealing the foam and massaging her hands. She looks at my face in the mirror with a still shocked expression. We stay like that for a while and the sink stops. I take my soapy left hand of hers and shove two fingers on her mouth, and massage her tongue as I'm trying to clean it. She makes a strange face at the taste.

I take off the soap of my other hand and stop massaging hers to grab her left tit. She moans and inquires what I'm doing in between my fingers. “Suck it.” She automatically does while I squeeze hard her breast, soaking her white blouse and revealing her white lace bra underneath. She's so sexy, I want to slap our cunts together right now and I can't wait for the day I will do this.

She cleans the soap of my two fingers and leans in my other hand, making a mess in her other breast now. She tries to get my other fingers and I laugh at her. I know she likes this shit.

I'm tired of this already and I start to open her buttons, only enough to show up her bra. I take one boob out of the bra and then another. I start choking her with my fingers while I admire how beautifully similar to my own breasts hers are.

“You look like me.” I whisper in her ear. She nods, making cute choking sounds and pushing my lower half with hers, making me start to pitch her nipples hard. I have no time or interest in being gentle.

I take my almost clean hand off her throat and it's all covered in her spit. We both watch in the mirror how a string of her spit connects us while I'm hurting her tits with my fingers and long nails. I try to leave beautiful half moon marks on both of her boobs.

I take my wet hand and shove with force on her face, hitting her nose. I smear her spit and traces of soap on her, trying to destroy her perfect make up. Every fucking day she shows up looking like this and making me jealously angry. Every single day I imagine me, or him, or us smearing it and making her cry with pleasantly humiliation.

She just watches in the mirror, amused with me humiliating her. Smearing her mascara and lipstick, shoving my hand again on her mouth to collect more spit and doing it all over again. She is making me so high being this submissive.

“Rey, I can't. We can't. I…I…I… Mr. Solo...” my hand is now on her neck, squeezing in the way I find it pleasurable. “What? Mr. Solo what?” She rolls her eyes at the sound of his name on my voice. Or maybe it is because I'm taking all her breath and trying to hurt her hard with my hand on her nipples.

“He will not like it. We have work to do. I don't even like you like that.” I cut all her air and say, trying to scare her. “he’s not here right now is he? He can fix his mess ups alone for once. And you seem to like me a lot right now. You can think about him during it, I don't mind. I'm not jealous.”

Knowing that this isn't fully consensual makes me wet. She will end up loving me but for this time I'm fully attacking her in the bathroom. I should have taken this route sooner, trying to make her “cheat” on him with me took a lot of time. I want her pussy for a long time, I want everything he ever had.

I leave her throat and she bends on the sink to cough and catch the air back. I take this opportunity to lift her skirt and expose her matching white panties. It's for him, not for me. It's very skimpy, very small, very wet. Wet for me. She's never seeing that again. Mine.

I feel even more naughty, stealing his presents. Even more naughty, unwrapping it, playing with it without his permission. I want to return it to him with visible damage.

She isn't really cheating because they don't have a relationship at all but she probably is feeling guilty anyways. I shouldn't know any of this because he hides every single bit of his personal life very well. But I know that she is a good sub that always obeys her dom.

“Rey… please don't make me do this.” I laugh at her, looking into her eyes in the mirror while I hold her neck with my arm, the hand on her boob, pulling a nipple. I slide my other hand into her cute panties.

“So.. why are you this wet for me, babygirl?” Her eyes go wide, partially because of my touch on her clit, partially because this is how he calls her.

She is moaning now and I go lower, putting a finger on her hole. So fucking wet. I take my other hand off her and she collapses on the sink giving herself all to me.

I move her panties to the side and lower myself on my heels to watch her cunt. So beautiful, smut and shamelessly wet. My mouth waters but I don't want to get everything tonight. I need her to get addicted first.

I move one hand on her clit, pitching and passing my long nails, probably hurting her sensitive skin. She is biting her hand now to muff her moan. So hot. She almost can't keep her eyes open and she is already gripping on the marble sink.

I take my other hand and shove without any warning three fingers where previously I've only had one. She starts to tremble and I fuck her a little, trying to put space in between my thin fingers.

I abandon her clit and cunt for a minute and she whines. “It will be worth it, babygirl.” I switch my hands, the one that were on her clit are now fucking her cunt and the wet one is on her asshole.

I don't wait for her reaction because I want to fuck this hole tonight and this is definitely crossing even more lines. I want her to feel violated by me. I want her to fall in love with me. I want to force her to eat my cunt now and I need to focus.

My mouth is so full with all this thinking about eating her holes. I spit on her asshole and start to fuck with one finger. Her expression on the mirror is pleasure so I shove another finger trying to make it change it to pain.

We stay like that for a while, she bended on the sink, I fucking her with three fingers on one hole and two in another while I spit on her trying to focus in don't just go lower and eat her up till she's a puddle on the floor.

She cums with a loud moan, don't giving a single care about Mr. Solo. We're way too far from his office. And what will he do? Fire us? Join us? Punish us? I'm fine with any option.

I take my hands off her and pull her up. I turn her around and give her a wet and open mouth kiss. I clean my hands lightly on her shirt while I grip on her waist.

I put my not so dirty anymore fingers in between our lips and both our tongues savour the taste of her holes. We both moan and this kiss is one of the best I've ever had. Her tongue is like silk on mine. She is sucking my tongue and fingers and she already understands that I like it wet and dirty.

She is trying to touch me everywhere and I can't let this happen. She is trying to reach my cunt and that's a second date/rape act. She is trying to see my tits, to feel it. During the kiss she rubs hers on my blouse and I know that she wants to feel me. I also want to feel her.

But this will have to be later because now I have a plan to follow. I break the kiss and she stays there. Still fully clothed, skirt up, cunt peeking out the panties and tits perking out the shirt and bra. Her hair is destroyed and makeup in shambles. So fucking hot.

I go to my purse and she smiles, thinking that isn't over yet. I take my red lipstick and apply it, bending over the sink and making my ass look great. She just watches me, waiting.

I go to her, press her back on the sink and give a cute kiss on the lips. I pass the lipstick on her without any care, making her look even more messed up while I giggle. Her eyes are trapped watching me.

“I bet you aren't thinking about Ben Solo right now, bitch.” I say laughing while I use the lipstick to write on her chest, with bright red and bold letters: “REY” with a heart as a period. She just watches me, hypnotized and I decide to give her a small gift. Pecks everywhere on her tits, just to leave red kiss marks. I never touch her nipples with my mouth.

I give a last look in the mirror and I'm presentable again. She is absolutely disgusting. What I'm about to do wasn't in my plans. I'm not planning to use it in any form besides fucking myself. Unable to leave without any souvenir, I took a photo of my art on my way out.

"I want that." I say pointing to her panties, still exactly where I left. She looks to me with a confused expression but obeys anyways. Whey she hands me the piece, I put it on my purse and open the door. I say on my way out: "See ya tomorrow, babygirl.”

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Ok, my five minutes of watching him uncomfortably sleep on his desk is over. I look at the office through the glass doors of his private office. I'm risking out but if someone catches me I will just say that to prove that he is human. I snap a photo before waking him up. Goes directly to my dirty collection of photos. The last photo in my camera roll is Baz with my name written on her chest in bright red. 

How I want to wake him up showing this, I bet he would like it, or take for her reaction, get furious about it. I try to not get obsessed with this thought right now.

“Mister Solo!” I say in a soft voice, shaking him lightly on his shoulder. I will never get used to how hot he is. Not hot, hot, but hot in temperature. I could never guess this before meeting him. That should be some medical condition or some shit like that.

He wakes up in a jump answering a loud and rude “what”, followed by a “fuck!” muffled by his hands. “What time is it, girl?” I love when he calls me like that, as he was so much older and wiser than me. I don't know if R.H. knows that he calls his assistants like that sometimes.

I don't have time to answer because he looks at his watch, his wrist red with all the pressure of his head. He whine and say fuck again. I just stand there with his boring ass coffee burning my hand though the plastic cup of the boring ass cafeteria. 

The one that is way out of my way and that I have to pass every fucking day just because I want him on my pussy so fucking bad. I'm the lame assistant in my own personal version of Devil Wears Prada only because of this. It was the best way to reach him.

He takes the coffee with no-sugar-no-nothing-made-with-beans-freshly grounded-blablabla from my hand and doesn't even thank me. He is such an asshole and stays being an asshole while he drinks it looking at his phone.

“You will have to do Bazine’s work today, she's not coming.” What a fucking bitch! I hate mornings so much, she knows and this is the way she thanks me for the fucking.

I say nothing and just stand there at his side, waiting because I already know he will say something more. “I didn't see you two leaving last night.” What a bummer, so you haven't seen my beautiful work yet, Benny Boy?  

She is trying to hide the crime. Now I’m feeling a heat on my cunt with the idea of just showing him her photo right fucking now.

“You were so focused that we decided to not interrupt. Sorry.” I give a shy smile. What I want to say is that we fucked on the bathroom. That his girl made me so turned on that I was in pain my entire way home. 

That I'm still so fucking horny because touching myself thinking of her and looking at her dirty photo wasn't enough. Fucking myself thinking of him and looking his pictures were also not enough. Thinking about they fucking me only made me even more horny.

It is still early in the morning, I have double the work to do and I'm here, with my panties wet and instinctively trying to touch him in any possible way. I'm totally unfocused right now so I can't do this naturally. He will present me the opportunity, I know he will. 

Sometimes I think he notices and keeps giving me excuses to do it just to see where I'm going to end. Most times I know he is just oblivious about this. Nobody thinks another person will touch herself after touching your hand. 

“You can go, Rey.” I nod and ask on my way out “There is something more I can do for you, Mr. Solo?” He sighs and I don't know if is because he thinks me annoying or if because he is tired as fuck. Maybe both. “Yes. Talk to Miss Netal to see if she is fine and how many days of work she will miss. She said she is sick.”

“Sure.” You can bet I will check on her. I rejoice in his oblivion, he will not see me trapping him forever. I nod and leave his office after watching him getting up and entering his bathroom to try to fix his face and hair.

On my desk, I open my bag to search for my phone and her panties are still there. I open her chat and from now our conversations will be different. I need to make her fall in love with me and think that it is her idea to put me in his bed. I just hope she doesn't have dreams of marrying him because that's never happening. She can be my bridesmaid, though.

‘Hi, Babygirl. Feeling unwell?’ I added some cute emojis and hit send. The three little dots start to bounce as soon as I send it. She ended up answering with a simple hi. She typed for a long time and never sent the message so I left my phone screen on and started to do our work. 

When her bubble shows up is a simple message, just what she wants to know: ‘is he mad at me?’ I smile, she’s so submissive. I search for him, he is already smashing his keyboard. I already know that he did fix the problem last night while I was creating more problems for him.

He is addicted to work and control, that's why he doesn't give himself -or me- a break today. I don't think he gives a fuck where his ocasional whore is.

‘No, he doesn't give a fuck about you. In fact he asked me to check on you so he can go back to trying to break his computer.’ I hit send. I want to see her tonight because I need to fuck someone after yesterday and he won't be an option for a while.

She will not be down for the nasty if she is drow in guilt about cheating on someone that don't even let her sleep in his bed after fucking. How can I explain her that he only fucks her to be able to work more? 

At least I know that she is really well trained, he wouldn't bear to do something badly. No, focus on her. I can't be thinking about his hands right now, she didn't respond it in half of hour.

‘what’s the matter, babygirl?’ she immediately responds, ‘please, don't call me that’ oh, I'm not stopping anytime soon. ‘Why?’ I ask and she only responds to me an hour later, after I confirm that he in fact fixed everything up and now is polishing it up. Making it perfect. 

He's gonna be such a good husband. My heart flutters thinking about our future life when my phone buzzes. ‘It’s complicated and you are making it worse’ yeah, I know, I want to respond to that but I just type ‘wanna talk about it…?’

She's online but doesn't respond to it and I ask if she is ok and if I should worry about also getting sick. She ignores everything and only answers ‘ You know that I'm not really sick, Rey.’

Now she will open up and talk till the end of the world. This is one of things I like and hate it most in fucking women. I send her a cute sticker and wait her to end writing the fucking bible.

‘look Rey I don't know where my life is going and yesterday you came on me with all it was scary as fuck but also one of the most hot things ever happened to me I don't wanna make things between us strange because you're a good friend but I can't reciprocate the feeling because I kinda already have someone’

I rolled my eyes while I read that, she must have typed all at once because there is no punctuation. Feelings, people are always talking about feelings. I will answer her like a man would. Like I imagine Ben would.

‘Stop with these feelings shit. I don't want any of that. I only want to slap your cunt on mine. I don't give a shit if you have someone else too. Look we spend so much time here together and I’ve been wanting you for so long. I was drunk and crossed all the lines and I'm sorry’

Yeah, I will buy her a card written ‘I'm so sorry if I accidentally raped you!’. I truly don't care about her other partners as long she isn't cheating. I’m a terrible person but I have some standards.

‘Rey, I don't know how to deal with this. Ben will not like it. I don't wanna lose him.’ her punctuation is back and she is opening up to me. Time to pretend that I don't know that the appointment with a therapist every Thursday at 9 P.M. in his agenda is just banging time.

He should really go to therapy, to be honest. Beating women one night per week isn't doing shit with his anger issues. Maybe doing it more times per week will help. I digress. 

‘What does our boss have to do with you eating my pussy?’ everything, he is the motive that this will happen. I just want to bully her into admitting that she lets him treat her badly.

I look at him across the room, behind the glass doors, so hot with his tired face. I'm wondering if he will try to use her ‘sickness’ to cancel their therapy today. He definitely needs to sleep. I don't like when he act like that, he usually takes a really good care of himself. If I did leave any marks, she will want to cancel it anyways. Good for me.

‘Rey, I have an agreement with him.’ time to start to press her and get some answers at the same time. ‘agreement? Like friends with benefits?’ I hate playing myself dumb and honestly I don't know if she is eating it up. "No, we're not friends’, I responded with ‘I get it’ and sent dumb emojis after trying to lighten the mood.

This girl must be sexually repressed or some dumb shit like that because she can't just say the naked truth to a person that already exposed herself to her. I've committed a crime and she has the power over me now and she still doesn't see this. She must have been guilty about this lifestyle. I savour this revelation. She's an easy prey and also so well trained. This is gonna be so fun.

After a time, she says: ‘No you don't. It's a situation that I don't know if I like or if I will stay. I guess I'm just a deeply disturbed woman.’ Cute, but that won't do it. I respond: ‘is he bad in bed?’. I add the scream emoji and send in the next message: ‘Because you aren't’ I send it with flirty emojis to denote that I'm joking. As if a man like Ben Solo would be bad in fucking. I laugh at this idea. As if.

Focus! Don't try to think about him fucking, Rey, focus. The three dots dance and a bubble shows up: ‘the problem is exactly the opposite. Too good at fucking too bad at feelings. He actually has none’. Yeah, I know, that's why I want him so badly.

I'm not sure if this is the right moment to start seeding the idea of us but I don't resist: ‘sound kinda hot tbh’. I sent a few laughing emojis to lighten the mood. ‘it is’ is her final response.

After lunch time, I get tired of waiting for her. I need to start to work her up and I will use him to do that. I will start it simple. I sent a ‘how?’. I don't know if it will work but I need to fuck someone today so it better work.

‘How what’ is her response. ‘How he fucks you? I wanna know’ she simply sent a temporary photo with the caption ‘like this’. I can't take my eyes off my phone screen. I need to fuck Ben Solo as soon as possible.

It's a picture of her from behind, her face isn't visible but I know it's her. She is naked, her hair is entangled, she has red marks on her ass. She is sitting on a bed, her legs bent, opened and tied uncomfortably. Her arms are bent and crossed on her back, her hands on her elbows. The rope that ties her arms is also tying her legs and it also passes through her ass.

It looks like a hotel room and there is a reflection on the windows behind the bed  headboard. It's him. A less crazy person wouldn't recognize their boss solely by the outline of his figure reflected on a window illuminated only by a din light, but I am totally crazy.

I'm looking for a lot of time by now and I need to let the image expire to answer her. I respond only with ‘fuck!’. I wanna write a wall of text about how I want him to do that to me and more and how she is confirming a lot of my fantasies about him. About how I would be such a good girl for him too. About how incredible I know he is in every sense.

But this is not about him and I need to reaffirm my lust for her. I need to let her know that I don't think she's disgusting just because she let him degrade her in and outside work. She doesn't need to know that I think she is disgusting because her existence is in the way of my ultimate goal. Nobody ever needs to know that.

‘You suddenly became even more interesting, babygirl’ and now she is gone for fifteen minutes and I'm finishing doing my work. There is only her entire pile of things to do now. I wanna choke her for overloading me like that. Fucking bitch.

‘I already asked you to not call me that’ fuck that, fuck her. I'm done playing nice and I'm so angry at her for all this shit work. ‘Two people can call you that it's not that deep we're just playing you should have come to work today I'm drowning here btw’. I don't use punctuation at all so she thinks that I typed it all with anger and without thinking. I bet she will feel guilty now and dance to my music.

‘Look, Rey, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. I'm just too confused and overwhelmed today. I need to think about what happened yesterday’ she sent it in one message and I know she's hurt. Women are so hard to dazzle and convince. If she was a man, she would be thanking me right now for attacking her. If she was a man, she would never admit to a soul that this made her feel violated.

‘wanna talk about it?’ time to give her what she wants. So I can get what I want. Hell comes through the front door because it is welcomed. Babygirl, just let me in. 

I wonder how easy was to Ben to win her, to convince her that fucking by appointment is the best thing in the world. For sure convincing a woman that it's literally just that and it will never be nothing more is a hard task. I wonder if he will try to make this move with me when it's time. He better not even try.

‘idk Rey. This kinda is also about him. I don't wanna cross any lines, he cares too much about his privacy.’ Yeah, I know. That's why your life is upside down now. I know how much he cares about being invisible. I've been in love with him for years.

‘you can trust me, I'm not going anywhere or doing anything to hurt you.’ I lied. I lie with my best intentions, but it is still a big lie. I'm secretly vowing that I will do that only when she gets in the way of my Happy Ever After.

He chose her, so I'm also choosing her to fill my void temporarily. I have so many questions about him to waste my time with stupid things like feelings. ‘does he collared you already?’ 

‘yes’ interesting, things may be harder for me now but I know we meant to be together. If he put a collar on her, means that he will not let her go easily, he already invested too much time training her. She can stay, tho. If he likes her, I like her too. She is worth it. I don't mind.

It's not time to dream about him but I still search for him anyways. He's not in his usual place, and must be on his break at each 45 minutes. Weird. Lately he is ignoring this and hasn't taken breaks at all. He must think he fucked it up way harder than he really did. Is he feeling guilty? Guilt is something that I almost never feel but I can work with it.

He shouldn't be working today, he should be resting. I hope he is eating well at least. It's 3 P.M. and I need plans for tonight. I need to fuck her this night. It's the best for us all. 

‘Do you have plans for tonight? If yes, cancel it, I need to see you again. You set the tone of our relationship’ I know that is a mistake, but I'm not in the mood to convince her to do anything at all. I'm also tired from yesterday, like they are.

‘Yes, I do, but you attacked me in the bathroom yesterday and I need to hide your nail marks on me now’ she is on the defensive. I just answer ‘so… your house or mine?’.

‘mine’ she responds immediately. Finally. ‘you can meet me in the coffeeshop closer to my house’ she sends the location. He is back to his place and is watching me, maybe he wants to ask for something but I just ignore it. I sense my face heat with boiling anger.

I can't hide it and I don't care if he is watching my transformation. He is better don't try to ask me anything at all right now. I keep moving my eyes from my phone to his stupid beautiful face and I don't care if he is thinking that I'm descending into madness right now. I want to break into his office and slap the shit out of him.

I fucking know the place, I know it very well, I hate it with every single cell of my poor body. I wanna scream and break every single thing in this building. Why would they do this shit to me?

I've been waking up hours early for more than a year just to leave my terrible neighborhood, cross this shit town, to go to this bougie ass neighborhood. All that to just get his ridiculous coffee and run some blocks to get to the office before it gets cold or he arrives.

He is always on his chair when I arrive, but that must be because he never leaves the office, lives close, is not human at all or something like that. She always arrives before me too and now I fucking know why. My morning routine is hell and she could just get this shit everyday on her way, and yet she never said shit.

I wanna pour boiling coffee freshly grounded and prepared without sugar in both. Was this shit just a sadistic move of his, to see when I will snap and complain? I don't think he would really care to think how inconvenient his little coffee and whole wheat tasteless breakfasts would be to me. I bet she just didn't wanted the hassle and asked him to order someone else to fetch it. Fuck them, I'm not forgetting this anytime soon. 

I'm so angry that I don't respond to her till the end of my shift. I wanna kill him. When he passes through my desk on his way out, I want to put my foot on his way so he trips and breaks his big stupid nose. I responded to his ‘see you tomorrow’ with a grunt. He is lucky that I only have a letter opener. 

I've always hated Thursdays and now I'm fucking furious as I'm always am on Thursdays nights. I respond to the million emojis, stickers and question marks she sent in the past hours only with ‘on my way’.

I'm so angry that I don't even smile at the thought that I've ruined his Thursday night. I don't even care anymore that my plan is going exactly how I want. 

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“How he fucks you?” I inquire, in a serious way, using my domme voice. I would rather use my Babygirl slash Kitten slash Puppy slash However-He-Wants-to-Call-Me Voice but I have to remember that it's a long con and right now I have to dominate her.

Will not be what I need but will tame the burning desire that I have for him. Tonight I'm Ben Solo for the first time and it's something that I want for so long. She is staring at me and thinking about my question for way too much time and I need to act fast to avoid any clarity in her mind.

I wrap my hand on her hair and pull it hard to send away any thoughts about not giving me what I want. My cunt is too wet to let her go now. “Answer me, Babygirl!” I wish my tone was firm but my voice came out in a pleading way but my pull is still rough. I don't know how his style is, so I will improvise and try everything I want till I can finally copy him.

“He… he likes to see blood. Sometimes he doesn't let me cum for weeks. Sometimes he doesn't fucks me, just beats me and makes me watch him fuck himself before he leaves. He rarely kisses me and always acts like he has a script. Emotionless, scheduled and scripted. That's how he fucks me. He's not gentle and I don't know why I keep going back.”

I don't try to hide the pleasure in my face when I listen to her. Suddenly I'm completely aware of her body against mine and how soft is her hair in between my fingers. I use it to make her mouth meet mine and our teeth painfully clack together. Her kiss is desperate and wet. A girl in need. I'm also a girl in need, a need that I can finally have some relief. The need to be Ben Solo. She's the closest I have from him.

Kissing her is incredible and he must be really stupid if he rarely does. She tastes like the overpriced coffee that he drinks every morning and I moan loud in her mouth with the sinful thought that I'm kissing both right now. That's the taste of his mouth every morning and the soft, wet and hot mouth that he fucks when he wants. Her mouth tastes like he was next to us saying in my ear: ‘ I was there, she’s mine’.

I wish I could say to her my thoughts right now. I know that she would like to hear that I want to kiss her with her mouth full of his cum. “Make it wetter!” I demand when I part our lips to take a breath. She already is kissing me again, starved for this intimacy.

She obeys, making the kiss even deeper and wetter, drooling on my chin. Her tongue explores my mouth without any delicacy and I moan again imagining that all this drool is his cum. I’m struggling to connect this woman with the one I just met at the coffee shop, the one that is so shy and is so uncomfortable with this messy situation that almost didn’t look at my face, rejected any conversation and didn't even take out her coat.

She attacks my mouth in a frenetic way and I have to angle my neck to give her space. I open my mouth till my limit and she sucks my tongue hard and fast, like I did with her in the bathroom.

She is being aggressive and I doubt that she is this way with him. She is aggressive in a needy way, not in a domineering way, but still doesn't think he would appreciate it. He will have to adapt to my style, though. Or force me into his. I feel her sliding her hands under my blouse but not beneath my bra. No, she wouldn't be this bold, she knows better, Ben taught her everything.

I slide my hand under her skirt and grab her asscheek with all my force. I hope it bruises. He needs to know that he has a competition. “You're so fucking hot!” I'm not lying. She was just a step of my plan, nothing special, till I finally started. Now I find her so hot that could make me forget him for a minute, or ten. Her neediness feels like a mirror that reflects my own. But it is for me, when everything for me is always for him.

I grope her while she sucks my tongue. I'm breathless and she let me breathe for the first time. “Rey, this is crazy!” I grope her ass with both hands, sliding my fingers underneath her underwear. “Yeah, and doesn't it feel good? You make me so wet. I'm always thinking about you.” it’s not entirely true but it isn’t entirely a lie. Most of the time, he is there. Not always a participant, always a watcher.

I can't deny that I've been this horny just a couple times in my life. The idea of him always watch is enough for me by now and I'm fucking her tonight because I ache for it, and not because it's on my schedule. I push her away and sit on her couch. “Take your coat off.” She does and my reaction about her dress underneath is faster than my desire of acting cool and unbothered. “Oh, Babygirl!”

Without her trying to steal all my air, I can have a look around her living room in the din light. The title he gave to her is her personality now. In the office she always used feminine clothes but nothing that could stand out. Right now I think I'm sitting in Barbie’s living room with Barbie herself desperate to show me her perfect body. Fuck, isn’t this every switch bissexual girl biggest dream? An overly feminine and submissive woman and an overly masculine and domineering man.

Everything is cute, baby pink or white, fluffy and coquette. I could never bring myself to spend more than a few bucks with anything at all and to me the idea of interior design is absurd. Her dress is also baby pink, with puffy princess sleeves and and all fluffy. Her simple but expensive looking coat hides her effort to show me that she will be Babygirl for me too.

I need some time to snoop around, to collect more information and I know I won't concentrate if I don't fulfill my curiosity. Plus, I don't know how to feel about this, maybe I'm a little disturbed. He was here, he sat here, he saw this.

“Do you have any wine?” I ask, because I need it to shake the idea that I'm playing with her feelings and getting myself in the middle of a complex situation. I need to remember my plan. “Yeah, be right back.” She moves fast and disappears where must be her kitchen. I bet it's all feminine and cute too. Why does her preferences of decor and clothes bother me this much?

I get up and pace around, her bookshelf has all the staples of the personality that she may actually have or may fake just for Ben. She also has titles about The Lifestyle, so she is interested in keeping herself on it. Her copy of The New Bottoming Book is well read and has a lot of flags. I wonder what she highlighted. Maybe she wanted that before him, maybe she isn't faking at all.

Some books stand out. Stand out on this bookshelf but I know someone that probably has copies of all those philosophical and pessimistic books. Is she trying to catch a billionaire or just as obsessed as I am? Maybe this is what people in love do, I don’t know, I’ve only been obsessed my entire life. She is back and is handing me a glass of tint wine, the object also fits in her dollhouse.

“You know, this is the only wine bottle I have, I was saving for a special occasion. I guess what makes an occasion special is the fact of happening instead of just being a hope.” Oof, I may be biting way more than I can chew with this one. The wine tastes bitter and expensive. It's for him, not for me and I open a really big smile with this realization. She can interpret it in a wrong way. Maybe it's a gift from him, and she is saving it for when he show up on her pink palace for the first time or go back to fuck her on her bed instead a unpersonal hotel bed. Poor thing.

I sit again on the sofa and say: “take off your dress.” I can't hide the chock on my face when she does and she reveals her odd lingerie. See though white tule with childlike doodles of flowers finely embroidered using pastel colors threads. It's beautiful but I can't deny that it disturbs me a little. Maybe it disturbs me a lot.

“Is this… special too?” I say. I drink fast, wishing for the alcohol relaxation. I didn't know that I was so easily disturbed and I can't point out exactly why I am like this at this moment. Is this jealousy? Am I just being a normal human being for the first time? Normal people would think this is strange, right?

After I finish with her, I will go to psychotherapy with Ben’s money. Then I will unpack the fact that I've been obsessed with a man for years and I don't know him. Or not, maybe she just likes baby pink and always had this kink, maybe this is why he chose her. Mine are also disturbing, I guess. I'm just overreacting.

“Yeah.” She responds by straddling me on the sofa, her mouth kissing me romantically. Great, I got distracted with her ‘love me, Daddy’ pants and she is trying something she wouldn't try with him. It seems that being with him will not be enough.

I bury my hand on her hair and try to take my power back. I need to make her see me as she sees him first, then teach her new tricks. It's too soon to fuck her talking about him? I bit her lip hard. I assume the direction of the kiss, I can't let her think that with me she will have the power that Ben doesn't let her have.

I could encourage her to try to be more dominant but I don't want to have all this hassle. It would damage their fragile relationship and would be up to me to try to fix everything if I want her as the unicorn of my relationship. It's way too much work and I can have fun in other ways.

I stop trying to pull out her tongue to catch some air. My hands are firm on her hair and right boob. The thin fabric does nothing to hide her and I feel all the heat that emanates from her hot skin. I need to touch her for real because I feel my cunt start to pulse. In a few minutes, then.

“I can't give you this one too. It's too special for me. You can look, tho. It's really pretty.” It is, and her pink pussy is on full display under the soft white tulle, pink calling me in the low light, making my mouth water. I wonder if he feels the same. I know he will feel the same for mine. He, He, He. All of this is for him. And this has to be from him.

“Is this a present from him or for him?” I ask without any intention of protecting my secret from her, she will figure it out soon anyways. I'm being reckless and it's the wine that I just finished a glass or her glued on me that is making me careless.

“Yes. He chose it.” I push her from my chest and look in her eyes, trying to make her feel really embarrassed and vulnerable. I ardently desire to feed on her shame. “Oh Babygirl! Were you a virgin or something? Geez, poor thing!”

She doesn't respond and I continue to try to eat her brain. I feel pleasure invade me when I notice micro expressions on her face that I will assume are pure embarrassment. “I’m your first too? Do you need a teacher?” My voice tone is gentle as I’m talking to a small dog. “Don't worry about it, I can teach you.”

She chuckles and says: “you're talking just like him, I don't know why it's a big deal for you.” I can't control my face and I feel my eyes wide and my mouth transform in a grin. “Drink your wine.” I order, in my Mistress voice, I need to get used to it again, I haven't had a sub in a really long time.

She takes the glass from the side table and drinks it, there is more than half of it left and I have no patience for this and I want her to be a little dizzy right now. “Faster!” She tries to gulp it down and some drips down her chin, I observe when it rolls down her chest and pools on her delicate bra, leaving a red stain on her right tit probably forever.

“Good girl.” I say when she finishes the glass. I stick my tongue and start to lick the trail of wine from where it died, happy with the symbology of my red stain on the lingerie that he chose to claim her. I hope she can't fix it. I wonder if she left red stains anywhere that night.

I lick her neck and chin, achieving her lips and giving her a romantic and slow kiss. I take the empty glass of her hand and put it on the side table, next to mine. I direct her body to lay down on the sofa, straddling her and deepening the kiss, but never being rough.

My tongue caresses hers, dancing in synchrony. I need to touch her more and more. I run my hands slowly through her body and rest it on her tits. She sighs, relaxing under me. Our breath is also synchronized, she is trying to kiss me faster but I can't let her set the tone. I want to slap her into submission but now isn't the time and we didn't discuss that yet.

I twist both of her hard nipples at the same time and she whines, I lower the tulle and her breasts are on full display for me now. She wants this so fucking bad. She is so horny that the friction of my fingers on the sheer fabric must feel like heaven. Suddenly I feel the urge to please her.

This is exactly what she craves and I'm doing it because he is exactly what I crave. I don't make love if I can avoid it, I seek physical pleasure and that is just what I can offer. They always know beforehand that nobody will get this level of intimacy from me. I don't tell them the truth. That I can’t love because I've always been in love with a man that doesn't know me.

He is the one I'm making love to tonight. When I run my hands on her body, it's his hands that I imagine on her body because I need to become him. I resist the urge to manhandle her just like I imagine he would. Does he make love or just fucks like me? Is he waiting for me like I'm waiting for him?

She is almost naked under my body, and my clothes feel like a prison. We both are sweaty and I break the kiss to taste salt on her skin. I sit on her and look down, messy and tangled hair, pink nipples hard under the childish embroidered flowers. I trace the wine stain , mine now.

Ok, stick to the plan, Rey. Finger her, make her come. Eat her out, make her come for the second time. Let her try to make you come, teach her something. Then make her come on your cunt.

Three times should be enough oxytocin to make her fall in love with me tonight. I don't have much time, I need to get his cock soon or I will get crazy. I already waited for years, I need him. I hope next time I fuck her, I can dirty talk about him.

I bite softly on her neck, tempted to leave a hickey. I need to see his reaction. Would it be territorial? Would he get jealous of her mysterious lover? Should I leave marks that she couldn't hide?

She wasn't lying about the nail marks, the semicircles stand out on her skin everywhere. If he sees this he will know that her secret lover is a woman and I truly don't know how he will react. Does he have someone else? I don't know how to describe the sentiment that this idea brings me. I wish I could process everything but now is not the time.

I stick my tongue out, and pass my fingertips on it, with a big smile. She is hypnotized and I ride this wave of power. I brush my wet fingertips on her right nipple and she shivers. I keep touching her nipples theatrically, pulling and seductively scratching her skin. I lock my eyes on hers while she is breathing through her mouth. I'm lowering myself and our kiss has lost some gently. I'm trying not to just kiss her in a brushing way.

Her nipples, I need to bite her nipples. Focus on the plan, remember your goal. Him. I go to her neck again, scraping my teeth on her skin. Should I…? I suck her skin lightly and she moans. Maybe it bruises, maybe it doesn't. I’m planning to just stroke my desire to mark her just to make him jealous or angry but her little noises are making it hard to resist it. I bite her there, lightly. I need to control myself and my arching cunt. Better move on from her delicate neck.

I lick my way down till her nipple, she aches her spine, trying to make me move faster. I close my lips around her and she whines when I start to suck it. My head is getting fogged, I'm entering the zone.

I don't think that a little cute vanilla sex will make her get down on subspace but my mind is dipping into something. I bite her nipple, gradually increasing the intensity and that's enough, she is moaning enough to make me desire to go to the next stage.

I suck her other nipple, this time harder, her open mouth an invitation to my fingers. She sucks it, wetting all the fingers of my right hand. I put my hand right on her cunt, starting to massage it on the damp see-through fabric and she gasps at my touch. It will be so easy and fast to make her come, she must be halfway there with her pussy this wet. Wet for me. Does she get this wet for him? I can't wait to get those answers.

I bite her nipple and drip my wet hand on her pants, on her mess. Fuck, I can't wait to feel it with mine. I stroke her clit twice and she shivers. Her eyes are already erratic and I dip my index finger on her cunt, slowly, despite wanting to just shove it like I imagine he would do.

I feel her contract around my finger, urging me to go further. “So wet.” I say, starting to trust slowly. I’m back on her nipple, biting it hard and I added another finger, increasing the speed. She arches her back again, shaking. I try to look at her face during her orgasm but she has her head upside down on the arm of the sofa.

I need to see her eyes rolling for me. I bite and suck her other nipple, unable to contain the urge of hurting her. I keep fingering her through her high. I adjust my body on her, in a way that I can look at her face when she cum again in a few minutes.

“Are you listening to this?” I say, fingering her hard and adding a third finger. The wet sounds of her hot cunt echo in the silence. I start to squeeze her throat and then I see it: her eyes are all white and she is coming for the second time just for me.

That was fast, if I keep getting it right like that I will make her cum more times that I planned to allow her and will have time to catch the last train. I take my fingers of her and she sighs, still riding the waves of two orgasms in such a small time frame.

‘Call me Mr. Solo when you come’ is a recurring thought that I will keep to myself. I can't escape him, not even when I'm having the most fun. I need to feed this urge, anything, and she will give it to me. Even the minimal information about him will do.

“Isn't it good to come, Babygirl? Isn't it good that I let you cum tonight? I bet if you were with him right now he wouldn't let you come at all. Maybe your Thursdays should be mine.”

“How did you know…?”

“That he punishes you when he fucks up at work? It's not hard to fit the pieces together.” I shove my fingers on her hot cunt again in one fast movement, she gasps in surprise. I bend it, stroking a slick part of her insides. “You must be so needy lately, with all that shit going on. Is he being bad to you, Baby?”

I finger her fast, my head swimming in wine and her wet sounds. It's time. I snake down her relaxed body, giving her small bites and pecks. I take my hand off her again and put both on her delicate underwear.

I stick my tongue out and she is looking at me, expecting and anxious to feel it all. I lick the damp little flowers and she moans like a porn star. After I taste her like that I can't keep it slow and I just yank her panties and close my mouth around her clit.

I don't have a plan anymore and I just eat her out because I fucking need to. I shove my tongue up on her, trying to eat all her bitter cum. Now I want to fuck her till she asks me to stop. I ignore the pain on my cunt while I lick hers with such a dedication that is strange to me.

I stay trusting my tongue on her pussy, without any strategy at all and she is panting hard and trashing on the sofa. I scrap my teeth on her clit and shove three fingers on her the deepest I can go. I circle her cervix entrance with my nail, I wish I could go even deeper.

She screams, arching her back but I need to eat her asshole before I let her come again. I keep my fingers buried on her cunt and bend her further in an uncomfortable position so her hole is on full display for me.

I close my mouth around her entrance and she screams again. I chuckle when I start to invade her with my hot tongue and she starts to try to fuck herself on me. I eat her even harder than I sucked her pussy and she is loving it. I wish he was here to watch this. Is dazzling how she tries to fuck herself on my tongue while chantes in a rasp voice “More! More! More!”

I stop everything and get off her. She sits on with a confused expression, hurt by the sudden interruption. “Let me fuck you on your bed.” She gets up fast and almost runs to her bedroom.

I follow her naked body around, her hand on mine. I'm too focused on her ass and thighs to notice the rest of the decor of her dollhouse. I want to watch him destroy this ass and then force me to eat it clean. It’s just a matter of time, Rey. Patience.

In her bedroom she jumps on the bed, submissively waiting for more and I start to take off my sweaty work clothes. “You can touch yourself.” I say, taking my blouse button by button like I imagine that is his style.

I want her to feel like she is fucking both of us tonight. I drop the blouse on the floor, bending to start to take my heels too. I feel so sexy right now, black pencil skirt and white pushup bra. Crouched and trying to take off the damn shoes, that right now feels overly complicated and with too many straps.

She observes me fingering herself in the middle of the bed and she looks even hotter than before. The low lights make her skin and hair glow and this should be only my horny brain trying to have fun. Her breasts hypnotize me, going up and down with her thrusts. I open the zipper of my skirt and, when it falls on the floor, I crawl on her baby pink sheets. I lay on my belly, raising my ankles up while I replaced her fingers with my tongue.

Her taste makes my head airy and I twist her sensitive bud with my fingertips while I try to control the way I shove my tongue on her thigh entrance. She falls on the sheets and gives me access to her asshole again and I can't resist.

I'm again fucking her hole with my tongue, drool pooling on her shits and she is moaning my name over and over again while my fingertips twist her clit. I use the other hand to stick two fingers up on her ass so I can hear the scream that I'm sure she will make from it.

And I was right, she comes undone screaming, overstimulated by being fingerfucked on her ass, my wet tongue licking her everywhere, sneaking on her cunt and trying to join the fingers. I scissor it, trying to open her more and more, fantasizing that I’m creating space for his cock. Soon. I try to stick my tongue inside. I want more and adding another finger isn't enough. Why with her, I'm always wanting more and more?

She tries to fuck herself again and I love it. My other hand never left her clit despite wanting to shove all my fingers on her asshole. Now I'm back in rubbing it hard, trying to make her cum for a long minute so she can never forget this. She comes undone fast and I hope her neighbors are loving the sounds she is making just like I am.

I'm satisfied with what I gave her by now. I need to start trying to tone down the ache on me now because he will not be here to put an end to my distress. I crawl her soft and limp body, she looks like she is almost falling asleep because of all the relaxation. I fix her legs and slot myself, slapping hard on our wet cunts. She jumps up, moaning with the sensation and looks at me with adoring eyes.

“I'm gonna ride you till I feel that you had enough for today.” I start to move slowly, grabbing both of her hands to help with the movement and give her the fake sensation that we are in fact making love. There is a tear rolling down her cheek and this makes me want to ride her so damn fast, but I keep it slow anyways. The sensation of her wet holes rubbing on me is sinful.

I experiment with ways to move my hips till I find the right one. Her eyes are glassy and unfocused, she is almost there again. I let her hands go and use her tits to balance me, craving my nails everywhere. I feel the telltale of my release building up. I increase the speed, our sounds almost coming out in synchrony. Her hands are firm on my hips and she is also using her long nails to leave marks on me.

She is trying to direct me to give her what she wants. I wish that he was watching us right now. I should have made her eat me up, so I can start to teach her before we inevitably fall on his bed, but it is getting late and I need to go home.

I slap her hard on the face and she, of course, moans with the pain. “I control this.” Then I adjust her hands on my hips, dominating it’s truly on the small things. Ok, small things. I stop moving and grab her chin to force her to look at me in the poorly lit room. “Where is your collar? Go fetch it, girl.” I will never forget the expression she made.

I get off her and she understands the message. She gets up and takes one very beautiful leather box from her walk-in closet. She opens it, and there it is, a white leather collar with shiny stones, a pet name tag and a little bell.

I get on my knees and take the object in my hands. Studying it. On the silver name tag is engraved one word. Ben’s. I'm going feral. “Rey, I don't think this is right. I-” I interrupt her: “Shut up, Babygirl, tomorrow you can think about it. Now let me put his ownership sign on you.”

She sighs and sits on the edge of the bed. I put the object on her throat. Running my nails on that part of her body. The sensation of the opaque leather on my hands makes me feel like I'm heating up.

He touched this object, he choose this object, he likes this object. Maybe he even loves this object. I gently lead her to the middle of the bed. I go back to my previous position and ask, running my fingers on the hoop of her collar. “What are you feeling right now?”

She sighs and responds: “That I'm being a bad girl.” She responds, chuckling. “Why?” I ask, starting to move slowly, rubbing on her to make it all wetter again. “Because this,” she says, tugging on her collar. “Means something to me.” I increase the pressure on her and ask: “to you or to him?” She gets stuck with her mouth open and that mouth suddenly becomes an expression of pleasure when I go a little faster.

“Means something to us!” I tug the hoop of her collar, making the little bell and the nameplate cling together. “Us, who?” She sighs and responds: “Me and Ben.” She isn’t ashamed enough, I keep up. “And what does it mean? I'm curious.” I say, bending and slowing down. I kiss her neck softly. “It means that I'm his.” She responds and I say, in an amused tone: “Oh, don't worry about it, Babygirl.” I say. I resist the urge of saying to her that soon they both will be mine.

I shift my position, resting one hand on her tit and another on her lips. The message is clear, shout your mouth, you're killing the mood. I ride her fast, rubbing my cunt on hers in a hurtful way. Our sounds echo in the quiet room. She falls first, is it easier to come when it's your, I don't know, fifth time in the same night. She comes craving her nails on my hips.

Seeing her coming is enough to make me come too. I claw her belly and try to kiss her. The kiss is unsynchronized and way too dry but still makes my eyes roll. I keep rubbing on her after my high ends. I'm not going home with only one orgasm. I feel it coming. She is trying to say something but I don't give a fuck. I keep moving till I can't keep my eyes open. I struggle to breath. She is trying to say something but I won't hear.

“Please, Rey, it's enough by now. I can't… I can't take it anymore.” I hear her whisper. Oh. I kissed her one last time, slowly stopping my movements. I keep kissing her, very gently, for a few minutes before getting off her body.

“Rey… how am I supposed to feel about this? I don't know how to deal with this.” She covers her face with her hands. “God, I'm so confused! You… Ben… I don't know if any of you feel something for me or worth the feelings.”

“Don't think too much, just feel it, Babygirl. We will be just best friends that eat each other’s cunt out,” I say, kissing her neck, right above the collar. “sleepovers to fingerfuck ourselves, you know, you can do with me the most cute and girlie things. Sounds good, hun?”

I say, rolling away from her, and getting up. I start to look for my clothes when she says in a sleepy voice. “Please, don't go. Stay with me tonight. You're saying that we can do sleepovers, so, stay!” she sighs when I keep looking for my stuff.

“You know, he never stays, nobody ever stays with me. Will you be the same? I thought that we could be friends like that.” She asks, clearly trying to manipulate me, and I'm liking it a lot. I turn around, with a big smile.

“Are you trying to manipulate me, Babygirl? Please, use your words. If you want something, please, tell me. I don't believe that Ben Solo can be patient in bed, so I don't know how you got the idea that you can’t tell me exactly what you wish for.”

“I'm sorry. He isn't. I… You should stay tonight. I need you, after…” She is trying to cover herself with her pink sheets full of heart shaped motives. This. This is something I've been actively avoiding in my life. We fucked twice and she is already asking for romance. “After, what, Bazine?”

I've been searching for my idealization of a perfect dom for so long that I forgot the fun of having a sub. The high of the game of power is as strong as the high of getting hurt. “After you know...” My response is obvious, I could say something else, but I choose the classic one: “Sex? Fucking? Making love?” I say, going back to the bed. It's the long con.

I lay in between her sheets, my naked body searching for hers. I know what she wants and I didn't believe that she would need it after such a vanilla act. I hug her from behind and caress her hair. I hope she doesn't start crying, because tomorrow is still friday and I don't wanna have to deal with an emotional breakout right now.

She isn't asking only for aftercare, she is asking for intimacy. And it's the first time that this idea doesn't make my burst through the door. She will have the best I can offer, the tiny bits that I'm not saving for him.

I don't know if I will stay tonight or just wait until she inevitably falls asleep and try to catch the train. I still have some time. If I stay I will have to borrow some clothes. Or I can use the same ones, both of us showing up with wet hair and tired expressions.

Maybe I should shorten the long con if she is already begging me to stay. Maybe he should know. I really don't know how he will react because I don't really know him at all. Her hair is soft and so are her fancy sheets. I take her collar out when she starts to snooze, feeling the weight of it on my hands. I put it on the side table and lay down again, hugging her body.

I want to get up and snoop around so see if I can find clues about his presence. Anything will do. I should use her phone, read their messages, and look for pictures of them. I should… I should… I should just get high on her smell and dream about him. She will be very happy when I’m still here in the morning. It's the long con.

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The pressure of her shower is way better than mine. I use all her expensive shit. I want her smell on me all day. I have to admit that I also want him to know about us, I want to make him angry. I want to feel his jealousy.

To make someone feel something is to temporarily own them, and I need this so bad. I already fucked it all marking her neck, so why not go full ride? Her shampoo smells like jasmine and her soap like baby powder. 

She did cling on me the entire night, and was way more than I intended to give her. I'm not a giver, I'm a taker. And I want to take him from her, from anyone else on the way. I’ve been observing and waiting for way too long, I’m not getting any younger.

She gets in the shower too and there is space for both of us because her apartment isn't a shoebox like mine. I think she wants more. Poor Thing. She has her hair tied up, but I'm going low low now, we will get to the office with wet hair and matching clothes. Fuck you, Ben Solo.

I chuckle when she touches me and I pull her to an open mouth kiss under the water jet. To feel is to be whole. To feel is to be present. I am present at this moment. Fuck you,  Ben Solo.

Am I? So why do I think about his thick fingers when I slide mine on her hot cunt? Why suddenly Fuck-You-Ben-Solo starts to feel like Fuck-Like-Ben-Solo? What if I ask her about…? 

No, Rey, stop. Focus on the movement, on her. It's the polite thing to do. Don't think about his hands at all. Don't think about how the brown leather of his favorite fancy watch fits perfectly with his skin tone. 

Don't think about how he has monogrammed cufflinks that he wears in a sequence. Don't think about the time that he dropped one at your feet and he got stuck looking at your legs. Don't think about how he holds your gaze for longer than is appropriate even when he stands up. Or how you helped to put the silver thing on the place for him.

The only thing I can think about is his monogrammed cufflinks now, B.S. engraved on her tongue down my throat.  The hot water ticking down my hair and her stickiness in between my fingers.

She wants more and the only thing I want is to see his furious face shouting at me. His big hands pushing me down on the floor. Him fucking me without caring if I want or not. Without asking first. I want him to want me so desperately that he doesn't give a fuck if is commiting a crime.

She seems to want dates and flowers and I want violence. I push her on the wall and start to fuck her earnestly. My nails scratch her slick channel and make her moan louder. Better fuck her right. I bite her nipples a little on my way down. She puts her leg on my shoulder and I start to taste her juices. How I want to eat their hot cum from her pussy. This is not focusing on her at all, but at least she is on my thoughts for now on.

I suck her trying not to drown in the water running down her body. She comes moaning in the most hot way possible. For a hot minute her needy cunt is all I have in mind. I get up and kiss her hard, my tongue dancing on hers, mixing her taste with fresh minty breath. I lather her soap and rub on her tits, my hands sliding when I just want to squeeze her till she flinches. I rub my chest on her and we both chuckle with the sensation.

I apply shampoo on her long hair, tugging a little, to make her lean back so I can nib on her neck where I left a little mark. Now he is back on my mind again. I hope he gets mad.  I finish washing her hair and I say: “We're gonna be late.” Before she has any more ideas. I'm not in the mood to teach her to eat pussy.

She gets out of the bathroom and starts to blow her hair. I start to look for a hairbrush in her bathroom. I already used her toothbrush and I'm also planning to use her panties. Too much intimacy? Maybe, but I don't care.

I open every drawer and the last one on the left makes me stop for a while. Toys. Plugs. Big plugs. Shit I don't even know what's name is. And I thought that she was the inexperienced one. None of my business. This is none of my business. She may use it alone, she may use it with another person, I don't care. She may use it with Ben. I don't know if he comes here but everything always indicates that he doesn't.

Fuck. I don't like this feeling at all. I can't tell you what it is. I close the drawer fast and keep looking till I find a pink hairbush. I brush my hair with way too much effort and I don't even want to think about what's my fucking problem.

I decide that I'm not blowing my hair at all and I apply some lipgloss, blush and mascara that is on the sink. I don't wanna think about the feeling.  I borrow a cute blouse and pink panties to pair with my thrifted skirt and shoes and of course she has a car. We stop at the fucking coffeeshop and I order her to take his coffee and anything for us to eat on the office. I love how I can boss her around.

I stay in her car, snooping around and trying not to think about the feeling. It’s jealousy. I know it is. I'm simply jealous. Of her perfect stranger. Of the people she may or may not fuck when he doesn't satisfy her on purpose. 

I don't feel jealousy towards him with her, I feel that it's all for my pleasure. I've been watching their makeshift relationship for too long to not feel involved. In my mind I own both and both will act exactly like I want. I don't want to think about any of them fucking with other people. 

I'm fixated on the idea of her hiding things from me. I get down on the crazy train of her hiding things from him. I want to tell him my hypothesis so he can discover the truth and punish her accordingly. I want him to be the man and put her in her place. Why? This is craziness. If she fucks other people, he must know and he probably doesn’t give a fuck.

On the ride to the office I'm all afraid. I can't get out of my head that disturbing feeling. She is his, so she is mine too. She notices my shift and puts her hand on my thighs while asking what's happening and I just say that I'm a little grumpy because I'm hungry.

On the elevator, holding the food and coffee I say to her that she should get his fucking coffee for now on because I live on the other side of the town and her don't. I don’t ask or suggest, it’s a direct order. 

I comment that her shirt looks good on me but the almost dry and unstyled hair makes me look like I spent the night fucking. We laugh a little about the situation. And I don't scratch the itch. The itch, the itch, the itch.

“Do you fuck other people besides me and him?” damn, I just scratched the shit so damn hard that I made a hole in my flesh. She stops reapplying her lipstick on the elevator mirror and looks at me through the reflection, “what? Why are you asking that right now?”

I fuck it all, great. I show her a minor feeling that will soon pass and I should have kept to myself because of it’s insignificance. Now she will think that I care. I do not fucking care. No. She says in silence thinking about my fucked up and the elevator doors open on our floor. “We can talk about this later, ok?” Women always want to talk about things later and men always want to pretend that things aren’t a question.  Double the pleasure, double the headache I guess.

Him. across the floor. Breathtaking. Watching us arriving together. His attentive eyes run though us both, analysing everything while we walk in our desks' direction. He stops his conversation with Hux in the middle of the sentence and doesn't hide that we have his full attention. Hux turns around to see what has captured his attention. 

He gives the file he was holding to the other man and goes back to his glass office, before we reach our desks. I have his lame ass breakfast so I murmur to her that I got his and she starts her work routine, hoping that I fix everything.

“You're 45 min late.” he censured me as soon as I entered his office. Oh he is angry, I’m being highly unprofessional. I put his food on his desk and answered “We are sorry, too much traffic, too many people at the coffee shop wanting organic coffee. It won’t happen again.”

“Miss Niima, is there something I should know? You’re been… distracted lately, and your work performance is dropping. Should I communicate with HR before anything…?” His eyes land on my, hers delicate blouse. I bet he is calculanting if is inappropriate comment about my clothes right after he treated me with the fucking Human Ressources.

“I’m sorry.” He makes me feel so embarrassed of disappointing him sometimes, for him this is just a work related thing, but for me when he complains and simply is my boss, is a sexual thing above all. I enjoy the shame of being his disappointment. It's so fucked up. “It’s just a busy week, I will make it up next week.” I say in a low voice, knowing that I look absolutely submissive with my hands on my back and blushing for him while I look at my shoes.

I sense in his voice that he is eating up my performance when he simply answers “I hope you will. I bet you will. Now you can go, miss Niima.” I can’t help and I open a shy smile while I lift my eyes and look directly at his. His posture is relaxed on his chair with his chin on his hand and his eyebrow perked up in an expression of defiance. I can’t decide if this was a threat or a defiance.

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“Miss, Netal, can you come to my office?” she looks for me, waiting for any direction. It's the end of the shift and as always we're stuck here with him alone. He never stops working but today we both sense that he has other reasons to trap us here on a damn Friday night.

I pronunce a muffled Go and she does as he says. This can't be good, but he wouldn't do anything crazy in here, would he? Maybe he will just scream at her and go home. 

As usual, the cleaning crew already came and left. The floral scent always makes my nose itch for a while. She pushes the glass door of his office and tiptoes inside. Her legs on those stockings… her delicate feet on the black 3 inch heels. White, her toenails are painted white this time. Next time it will be red.

He gestures to her and she locks the door. That's unnecessary, because there is only us on the floor, it's 11:30 pm on a fucking friday night and we should be anywhere else, not here. And his office is made of glass.

She stays frozen closer to the door, her hands on her back. Is she shivering? I wish I could taste her fear. He gets up from his impressive desk, and moves towards her, each step, deliberate. He moves slowly and menacingly. He isn't looking at her, he is looking at me.

The realization hits me like a ton of bricks and I can't stop my face. He is touching her. Positioning her. Talking to her. He's the director of the scene they will play just for my eyes. Just for me. I feel a wave of pleasure invade my body.

I can't hear anything, but I can see clearly how he moved her to show me the topic of their conversation. Her body is his to control and is hypnotic to watch.

He moves her hair, tucking in behind her ear. A tender gesture to a distracted viewer. But I can see it clearly. His movement is laced with anger. He tilts her head gently, forcing eye contact. She cowers. He touches the mark I left on her neck. Traces it with his fingertips.

The bruise is starting to show up and I miscalculated the intensity of it because we fucked last night and it is already pretty ugly. He is back with his eyes on me. He wants me to understand the message. 

This is all your fault; you made me do this; I hate you for forcing me to do this; she will pay for you. 

I want to watch them doing the ritual of causing desire. I've been longing for this for more time than I thought that I was and I'm sensing that this isn't what I will watch tonight. He will torture her just to make his point very clear. 

I know that my cunt will ache for this in the same way it will ache for their pleasure choreography. In the end I just like to lust for their bodies. Maybe I'm starting to lust for something else. Something… more. And never been scared of this before because this never happened to me before I met him. He. He is moving again.

He brushes his knuckles on her left cheek, the one I can see. Her eyes are still locked on his and her mouth opens slightly with anticipation. Is she eager to get punished? Was she avid to get caught? She surely could have avoided it. Was she just using me to get his attention? I need to sort out what feeling the idea of being used makes me feel.

I gasp when he finally slaps her face. I can't hear it but it doesn't matter. I'm already getting so fucking turned on. She stumbles on her pumps, trying not to fall. The grin that surges on his face when she inevitably falls on her knees and hands, her round ass on display for me.

Fuck, now I'm thinking how I never put her on this position. I didn't have the time to explore things with her yet and he already is trying to take her away from me. I don’t think he is used to sharing.

She clumsily gets back on her feet. She keeps still when he starts to yank her shirt. He is talking to her again, while analyzing all my marks. She finally moves, just to take off her bra. Her nipples are hard, I bet she is wet. She’s not really afraid of his anger.

He points to her skirt and she opens the zipper, the fabric pooling at her feet. He gestures to her. Show me your body. He is looking for more proof of her submission to someone else.

He traces places on her body with his fingertips. Marks of our playtime yesterday and Wednesday’s in the bathroom. Just three days and he already found out. What if he forces her to choose? What if he hates me because of this and my entire plan backfires?

I should have been careful. I should have waited for her love first. I think i fucked it up. And now I will lose both my job and proximity to him. Good job, Rey. You just fucked up, big time. 

He is angry. Coming closer to her, turning her around and tugging on her hair, tilting her head to expose the mark on her neck. His body still doesn't connect to hers, he is not giving her this by now.

The expression of pure pain on her face makes my pussy contract. Fuck. She is screaming. I never made her scream like that, I don't even have time to try. Her face is getting red and tears roll down her face. I wish I could hear her sob.

His head on the curve of her neck could look like a romantic gesture, a lover's kiss. But I know what he is doing. The minutes pass, and he is still making her scream. Is hypnotic to watch, pleasurable even, a gift to my sadistic side.

She keeps the hands on her back, trying to keep the posture. But she moves a little, twisting her hands on, trying to not just shove him away from her. She must be tripping out with the pain, her brain getting foggy. Her eyes are firmly shut and she keeps screaming the entire time.

When he finally moves, he keeps his hands on her shoulders, still not touching her with the rest of his body. She is fully shaking now. If I was having doubts of the motive of her shivering, now I know that it has nothing to do with the AC.

Fuck. Blood. He likes to draw blood, she said. He is now looking at me, his smile full of her blood. He looks crazy. Possessed. This is not the man I'm obsessed with, this is not the man that I work with everyday. This is not the man that I have hundreds and hundreds of photos and information about. I don't know this man, but she clearly knows him well, and she trusts him.

The blood trickles down, and he observes it. He gets closer to her again, running his hands down her body, pulling her nipples and pinching her skin. He is talking to her again, his fingertips tracing my nail marks. 

She doesn't talk, just gestures with her head. No, Yes, Yes, Yes. She shrugs. Her breast moves slowly, she is trying to control her breath. On hold. I'm also waiting to see what he will do next.

He has a lot to tell her. And she has no response whatsoever. I don't know what their agreement is. Does he feel like she cheated? It can't be this, there is no chance of her being his only partner. I think he isn’t her only partner too, I think she fucks other people too, not just me and him. One feeling at time, no time to feel the jealousy that I held onto this morning.

What I know for sure is that they're not dating and there are no romantic connections. Is he acting like that because she didn't ask for permission? Must be that. Or something about inappropriate behavior in the work space. Must be because she is submitting to another one in secret. He collared her, this must mean a lot for him, so.

I got lost in my own head, and now he is crouched in front of her, his hands wrapping her body, his teeth sinking on her. He wants me to know that he owns her. He got it all wrong, because it was never on my plans to make him feel this urge. Now I will have to come out with another plan. After this she won't want to put me in between them, maybe she will never want to fuck me again.

No, her masochist ass wouldn't risk losing a man that humiliates her like that. Wouldn't risk losing someone that bites over her other lovers marks to teach her the lesson of never deciding anything by herself again. I know that I wouldn't let something like that go, not even for money or love.

Her legs and hips are still partially covered by the sheer fabric. He bites on the meat of her hip, where I sink my nails harder on her. She stares at the ceiling with her mouth open, her hands still on her back. I can't tell if she is screaming from pain or moaning from pleasure.

There are wet and red patches all over her torso. He bites it not hard enough to draw more blood, but enough to give her painful bruises. I want him to do that to me too. I want him to claim my body like that, I want to be enough to make him lose his head like that.

I guess I'm already enough, because I caused his furry. I will ride on this high. I made him feel something, I exist to him. I don't care if he hates me, I just want him to feel something about me. I want him to let me humiliate myself trying to turn hate into love. 

He gets up and drags her around by her hair. Fuck. The objects on his desk hit the floor in one furious sweep. A tumbler shatters on the floor. His face is red and his expression is angry again. I wish I could hear what he is talking to her. I bet she is tripping with the degradation.

I want to knock on the glass door, I want to get involved, I can't look away. When he rudely forces her on the surface, I can't blink and I can't breathe too. He positioned her arms resting on the desk, with her hands wide open, next to her head. He stares at me again, his big palm pressed on her back holding her firmly. 

He says something to her, still looking dead in my eyes, his lips curving slightly upwards. He slides both of his hands on her body slowly. She justs agrees with whatever he just said. When he rips a hole in her pantyhose she opens a big smile.

He tugs on her panties next. His grip on the fabric makes her expression change to pure pleasure. His knuckles turn white while he tugs and tugs on it and trapping her tasty pussy on the skimpy baby pink panties.

She put it for me this morning, for my hungry eyes and now she seems to forget that and is suddenly for him. The only thought in my head while I watch him rip the cute thing is that is all for him now, all his. 

Fuck, he is crouching again, disappearing behind her and the desk. Will he make me watch him eat her here? Is this his way to say that he can eat her better than me? Fucking bastard. I know that you could just show me that in a better way, Benjamin.

Her head moves and I can see her face again. It's a pain expression this time, not pleasure. She keeps her eyes closed. Is she embarrassed to look at me? He is biting her where I can't see, I think. When he shows up again, he looks at me, holding my gaze.

He opens his mouth again, his white teeth so menacing to me as must me to her. He looks at me the entire time while he rips more her clothes. He keeps staring at my face while he has his mouth closed around her right asscheek. She must be screaming again, because there is no way that this isn't hurting like hell.

The tears are back, and when he smiles at me there is blood on his mouth again. There is something about the way he looks to people, like he has ways to make you feel that you are special and deserves to have all his attention. 

Yeah, I'm so wet right now that I could probably cum if one of them touched my cunt for a few minutes or smacked it once or twice. He bites her left cheek too, but this time I think he is just making a hickey because her expression is pure bliss.

He gets on his feet again, and he is talking about something. She nods and opens her eyes, he grabs her head and moves to an uncomfortable position where the only thing she can see is me, sitting on my desk, watching it all with a shocked expression.

His hand is on his belt, opening it and he is talking and talking, she only nods and stares at me. I wish I could hear his deep voice. He takes it off and tugs the leather object, she trembles. I don't know if it is from fear or desire, probably both.

He says something and she nods. I hold my breath when he starts shooting her already abused skin and raises his hand. The first swat is on the left cheek, on the hickey. She doesn't close her eyes, and she says something to him.

The second one is on her right cheek, and she screams when he hits his bite. She says something again. The asshole is making her count the swats. Fuck. I bet he forced her to apologize a lot of times tonight. When I thought that I couldn't be more turned on, she perks up her ass, getting off the table and presenting it to him as a gift. Fuck, Baz.

He starts beating her earnestly, his face is red and anger flashes in his eyes. He doesn't look like have a plan at all. But he tends to hit her more on her cunt and where her ass and thighs meet.

He looks like someone that just wants to release his frustrations. He has a rather cold grin curving his lips and his eyes tell me all the things I need to know about how he is feeling right now.

His hair is all over the place, he looks like a madman. His perfect clothes are not so perfect anymore. His muscles show up through the fabric every time he raises his hand. They're both a sweaty mess at this point. I bet her cunt is fucking dripping on the floor right now.

He hits her with a big smile, obviously taking great pleasure in her pain. Fuck. I want to take her place. I want to feel his force, her pain. I want to take his place. I want to feel his furry, his pleasure.

I always imagined him being a totally controlled man when fucking. Someone that plans carefully their sexual acts. She said that he is like that, but now he is acting like an animal in a furious heat. 

I feel powerful like I never ever felt before because I made him trip and fall like that. I made one of the most powerful men fall this deep without any safety net. I made him feel something. I don't care if it’s rage, it's still mine. All mine.

She is incredibly submissive, so well trained. My heart is full of pride, as she was mine and I myself had trained her. The tears are rolling on her face in a stream now, she tries to keep her eyes on me.

I feel my cunt clench around nothing when he stops lashing her, sweat running though his face and button down, his tie slightly undone and out of place. He catches his breath, looking firmly at me, daring me, while holding the folded belt in his hand. 

Damn, he has never been hotter. He looks dangerous. I know he is just a normal man addicted to control, but still, his gaze makes me cower in my seat. I don't know if his message is that 'this mess is all because of you' or if it means 'you're in big trouble'. 

He keeps his eyes on me the entire time. When he loops the belt around her neck; when he opens his pants using only one hand; when he rubs himself on her. He doesn't let me see it, a way to humiliate me further, I guess. 

He is still looking at me when he bends on her, pressing and rubbing himself harder on her red rear, making her open the eyes that she just closed. They're both still breathless. He bends more, pressing her on the surface, using his body to cut her air. He uses the belt to pull her face to his. Will he kiss her? She said he rarely kisses her mouth. 

And yet, he kisses her. Or at least it looks like this where I'm sitting. He started to get up again and she tried to make the kiss last few seconds longer. So touch starved. He pulls her up with him, using the belt leash, showing her tits again to me. claiming her mouth once more, with his eyes open, looking at me from the corner of his eyes. I feel both envy and like I was part of the kiss too. She doesn’t want to break the kiss, again.

He bites her neck playfully, while using his free hand to touch her breasts. Her eyes are closed and she must be high with his attention. Already totally forgotten her voyeur. He is talking to her, I can only watch his lips moving fast closer to her ear, a smile showing up every few words. She nods and opens her eyelids again, her clouded gaze on me again.

She lowers herself again, tugging her makeshift leash. I want to knock on the glass door again. I want to use the phone on my table to call inside and scream ‘I need to see your dick or I will die’. I shifted uncomfortably on my chair, scratching my skin with my nails for the hundredth time since I started to watch this live porno. I’m not doing anything tonight besides watch and watch and claw myself a little to feel something.

He presents his big hand open in front of her now and she knows exactly what to do. She spits on it with a big smile while looking at me. He is smearing it on his dick, still hiding it from me. I can see it partially when he starts to fuck her. The tip disappears on her asshole. Fuck, that must hurt, and that's for sure his intentions when he didn't prepared her not even a little. I bet she loves the burning sensation of the stretching.

He is enjoying her pain, pushing it hard, not letting her get used to the invasion. It truly was supposed to hurt her and I could cum right now with minimal stimulation just looking at both faces, eyes closed, mouth stuck in between pleasure and pain. I think it also hurts him. I hope so. I hope he likes feeling pain like me and our girl.

He tugs on the belt and they both hold on the end of the desk, the knuckles going white. Her mouth is still open and I don't know if she is moaning or screaming, probably both while trying to breath too. Her eyes are partially open and I can see only the white of it, I think she is almost coming with the pain. Fuck, she's perfect.

His message is clear while he claims her hole. Inch by inch of him getting sucked by her. He wants me to know only one thing. When his long and thick dick disappears completely inside of her, they both seem to sigh and relax. 

He immediately opens his eyes and looks directly to my face, pronouncing something that I can't hear but I can read it clearly on his lips. Only one word: Mine. And I can't deny that at this moment, I agree with him with every fiber of my being. I want to nod, to put myself on my knees, to ask him to punish me like that too. To punish me harder, to punish me for both of us. I want to beg him to hurt me badly. To claim every hole I own, to make me his too. To say to him with tears in my eyes during it that ‘I didn't mean it, Daddy!’ and that I’m ‘so sorry’.

I don't say any of this, I can't risk giving him what I think he wants. He already has one pretty brunette submissive, he will not keep two for long. I need to play another part for him. I squeeze my legs together because I won't let him see me fingering myself, I need to resist the urge. I sink my nails on my thighs for the hundredth time. Play hard to get it, Rey. 

He started to move on her, and as the rest of the scene, he isn't gentle. And unlike the rest of it, he isn't erratic, he is being cruel and calculated like she said he is. His first trust is hard and he goes deep on her, hitting her manhandled asscheeks with force. The next ones are equally brutal and my cunt hurts so fucking bad. 

At each thrust he goes harder. He pinches her ass and points to me with his index finger, while tugs on the belt with the other hand. The message, as always, is clear. He rails her asshole while she tries to keep looking at me, her eyes incapable of being open and always rolling. 

When he takes his dick entirely off her, letting me see it completely for the first time for a few seconds and shoves back on her with one fast trust, she comes. And she comes way harder and longer than she ever cum with me. There is no comparison.

I just hope she had the permission to do this. He keeps fucking her though her orgasm, using the belt to cut her air. Maybe he wants to kill her. But the only thing that happens is she comes again. 

His face says that he will also come, and it is incredible to watch him trying to open his eyes to do this while staring at me. He is determined to make me understand his point when he tries to pronounce ‘mine’ again while trying to hurt her everywhere. She's so lucky. I want to be her.

His orgasm face will be forever carved on my brain. I need to see it again and again and again. His fight to keep his angry and menacing eyes open during it, it's beautifully scary. What's the meaning of this? I already understand very clearly that he is the one giving orders here and everywhere.

I will think later about the hidden meaning of a jealous man doing this while reclaim a girl I only fucked like two or three times. I will think about it profusely, for weeks. Till it loses the appeal or till he gives me another thing to fuck myself thinking about.

He gets off her as soon as his high dies and he turns around to fix his clothes. He runs his hands through his hair. He takes his blazer, fetches his phone in his pocket, checks it for a few minutes, clicking and reading something. He starts to walk away. 

He passes her, saying something, a full smile on his face. He keeps typing something on his phone, I fucking bet he is fucking working right now. He barely looks at her trying to catch her breath, still splayed on the imposing piece of furniture.

He opens the door and walks in the direction of the door that separates this office from the rest of the floor. He passes through my desk. I hold my breath instantly. He looks so handsome and put together. He doesn't look like the madman I just saw.

My cunt aches in expectation of my turn with him. Expectations of being fucked that hard on my desk. Expectations of him spanking and touching me. Please. Touch me! My entire body is on fire. Touch me! He is getting closer. Touch me! I can't breathe.

Finally it's my turn to feel his power. I ache for this. I know that I'm fucking dripping right now. But he just says on his way out: “Clean my mess,miss Niima.”