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2018-03-19
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Lights Off, Don't Stop

Summary:

"Rey couldn’t begin to imagine trusting someone so much, but she burned to try."
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Finn swore up and down that this would be the easiest money Rey ever made, that temping as a server for the ritzy event was a couple hours of work for more than enough pay, and studio apartments on Rey's side of town aren't cheap. What she finds is far more than she could've ever imagined, however. Drawn into the glitz and the glamor of the Skywalker mansion, Rey witnesses an event like nothing she's ever seen before. Now, simply watching isn't enough. Something inside of her has been awakened, and she's in need of someone to show her just how to belong in a world she's desperate to be a part of.

Notes:

And . . . I'm back. With another fic. This story comes courtesy of the amazing selinakyle47, who's a darling and let me play with her beautiful brain child of an idea. While this story will revolve primarily around sex in a formal BDSM setting, it's going to be an exercise in slow-ish burn as far as Ben and Rey are concerned, which . . . is going to be weird for me. But the story dictates, and I am nothing if not willing to try something new! So! Strap in, thanks so much for stopping by, and let me know what you think about it! I live for comments.

Chapter Text

It’d taken Rey all of five minutes to feel as though she’d come entirely to the wrong place, that the Uber driver had brought her to the wrong building. More than just that: she might as well have landed in the wrong galaxy. Finn had gotten her into the same waiting gig that he had on the weekends, one that paid all cash and didn’t bother asking questions so long as those they hired honored the same idea. He’d pressed that idea upon her, repeating it until she assured him that he didn’t have to worry. She wouldn’t talk, she wouldn’t dare say anything that might jeopardize either of their jobs.

At first Rey couldn’t understand why. Though Finn swore up and down that what he was doing wasn’t illegal , she couldn’t comprehend why it was that an establishment would be so rooted in secrecy if they weren’t smuggling drugs or . . . or something worse.

The NDA she signed at the beginning of the evening, after they’d pulled up to an enormous, three story mansion, had her second guessing herself, but Finn’s assured grin promised that everything would be alright as they worked their way around the grand room. Everyone around them was dressed in what Rey could only guess was some sort of mutual fashion, decked out in leathers, in mesh, fishnets, and near all of it black in color. There was the occasional pastel dress every so often, paired with long socks and pigtails that made Rey's stomach twist, but aside from that, at least she fit in with her all black blouse and trousers. 

A hush fell over the assembled group, and Rey turned to see what the commotion was about. She watched two women step out onto the raised stage near the very back of the large room, just feet away from where she herself stood, craning her neck as the group began to draw closer. The shorter of the two led the other by a leash,  and with a swallowed gasp Rey thought she started to understand. The shorter woman carried herself with a poise that made Rey certain her eyes were tricking her about her height. Dark hair, striped with grey, was knotted elegantly atop her head, every strand in its place, and even from where Rey was standing she knew this was not a woman to cross. Just behind her, the woman on the lead was a good half a foot taller, but she kept her shoulders and head bowed, her lithe body covered in nothing but black mesh, aside from the leather that kept her within an arm's reach. The only scrap of color was her amethyst hair, perfectly curled to frame a slim jaw and thin lips.

An elbow against Rey’s side made her nearly drop her chrome platter of petit fours on the marble floor, and her cheeks bled pink as she turned to see Finn grinning at her. “Don’t stare, peanut,” he murmured just loud enough for her to hear, his own platter of champagne flutes balanced perfectly on his right palm. “They’ll start to think it’s your first time in a kink club.”

But it was, and Rey’s blood very nearly burned her alive as she watched the couple begin to go through some sort of routine. An exhibition, of sorts, for the crowd that had gathered stared just as intently as Rey. The shorter woman carried the attention as though she was born to do so, and Rey couldn’t help but lean in closer to try and hear her soft words to her partner. Her posture showed only her total confidence, and adoration that Rey caught when she managed to catch her face in profile. The same affection was mirrored tenfold up at her from the woman she still held onto, now on her knees, smiling up at her as though the woman before her was the second coming of Jesus.

 

Rey couldn’t begin to imagine trusting someone so much, but she burned to try.

 

The pay had been more than worth her silence about what exactly it was she’d seen that night, and though she’d done her absolute best to try and be attentive and mindful of those partygoers around her, she couldn’t help but stare at exhibition after exhibition. Men and women, of varying age, race, and size, paired in every way Rey could imagine, had come to the stage to show what they could do, to prove that they belonged in a world Rey had never dreamed existed until that night. She’d very nearly tripped and splattered a whole platter of caprese bites on a sulking, tall man who’d scoffed and glowered at her when she barely recovered in time to keep from ruining what must’ve been an expensive suit, but he passed her by and allowed her to watch more closely at the two men on the stage going through the motions of some sort of obedience lesson. The one who was clearly the submissive, Rey had learned from the murmuring crowd, was putting up a bit of a fight, mouthing off where he wasn’t supposed to, or else not listening and following orders through entirely. It resulted in being thrown over his dominant’s leg and spanked with a crop until he sobbed, cock hard and leaking against his dominant’s dress pants. Rey had had to press her legs tight together at the scene, air difficult to come by.

 

She’d replayed the image over and over in her head as she’d helped with cleanup, as she’d counted the stacks of twenties she and the other servers were to split up by the end of the night, as she’d counted her own smaller but still substantial take home.

 

“Where in the hell did you learn about that place?” Rey asked Finn over ramen afterwards, needing some sort of food to settle her stomach for the night. Her eyes focused on the way that his cheeks dimpled when he grinned, how his eyes brightened.

“So I take it you liked it.”

She felt her face heat up and rubbed a cheek to try and give herself time to think of how to explain herself. “I mean. It was interesting, yeah. What makes you say that I liked it?”

“Well, you didn’t run away screaming when the one couple pulled out the cat o nine tails.”

No, she hadn’t, though the whimpers and cries of pain that the man had shrieked had made her skin prickle and her eyes water out of almost sympathy. Never once did he ask to stop, however, and Rey . . . Rey couldn’t blame him. What did that say about him, about her? “You’re avoiding the question, Storm.”

“You’re asking the awkward ones, Jakku.”

She snorted, shaking her head and twirling her noodles around her chopsticks. “Yeah. I liked it. It was really interesting to watch. Do they do that sort of party often?” Would she be able to go back? The man who’d set everything up had called her kid and winked as he’d paid her, his rough smirk one that told her he could read her like a coloring book. She took that to mean she’d done at least a half decent job.

“Once a month I get called to wait for them. That’s when they have their big shindigs. But I’m told they do smaller, more intimate ones every other week, too. Still, we won’t be going back there for a little bit, but there are other parties that you can serve at if you want to keep doing it in the meanwhile. I make sure I always work for the Organa House before picking anything else. They pay the best.”

They had the most to lose, Rey guessed, if they didn’t. Finn took her silence as interest in learning more, expounding on the different other venues he’d worked for, though none were as interesting or intriguing as the one they’d just left. Still, they helped to bridge the gap when rent was constantly increasing. Rey listened, money pocketed and leaning on her palm as she tried not to let the soothing sound of his voice lull her to sleep. She was fed, she was paid, and her mind felt heavy with the ideas and scenes she’d just seen before her. Almost subconsciously, her legs pressed together under the table, and it was only after stifling a small yawn that she realized getting home sooner, rather than later, was the best bet.

Finn walked her to her apartment, where he’d parked his car, and after hugging him goodbye she all but raced up to her home. The studio was less than 600 square feet, a postage stamp, and far more than she’d ever thought to pay for a one bedroom, but as she stripped her one good blouse and black slacks at the door in her haste to get undressed, she realized she wouldn’t have traded out the privacy for anything. She left her clothes hanging over the back of the chair, and slipping out of her socks in the hallway, and all but diving into bed. Out of habit, she reached underneath for her vibrator, plugging it in just beside her bed and slipping off her panties with her free hand. The scent of her arousal stained the air, Rey far wetter than she could remember being in . . . quite awhile. The wand, a gift to herself for finally moving out, hummed in her hand as she slid it between her thighs, teasing the edges of her cunt as her skin pebbled at the touch of the cold plastic against her warm skin. Was it always this hot in her apartment? Absently, her free hand brushed against her left breast, teasing her nipple until it peaked, before reaching over to do the same to the right. As she closed her eyes, one of the scenes from earlier that evening played back in her head. The man on the dias had a girl far younger than him laid out before the crowd, her body propped up on a foam wedge so that they could see everything that was going on. Her master, as she’d called him, had her arms bound above her head, and rope over almost every inch of her body, separating her breasts, pressing tightly into the skin, and binding her thighs up against her waist and torso, exposing her most private parts to everyone else.

“Look how badly you want this. You’re dripping for everyone here.”

Slowly, her master had rubbed her clit with his thumb, alternating pressure given the intensity of the whines that left her, color rising in her cheeks as she stared intently up at him. Rey had watched, trying not to let her jaw drop, as the man had kept up eye contact the whole time, his enormous hand spreading her cunt wide with his fingers, before slipping one, then a second, inside of her. His voice was reassuring the whole while, just loud enough for Rey to hear, as he urged her to relax, to just surrender herself and feel. Her eyes had fluttered and her toes had curled, hips rolling in response to the slow thrusting of his fingers in, then out, of her. His thumb never quickened its pace on her clit, even as she begged him for more, wailing when he refused. All it took was a single look, a quick slap of his hand against her cunt, and it had her silenced a moment later.

“Don’t whine, pet,” he’d said, voice brokering no alternative option, leaving the girl beneath him to shut her mouth with a cut off whimper and nod. Only when her breathing had slowed to normal did he return to his actions, rubbing her clit in counterclockwise, then clockwise, motions, speeding up as her breathing grew more labored and a flush had curled down her neck and chest. Alone, in her closet sized bedroom, the image echoed behind her closed eyes. 

“That’s it. Surrender yourself to me. I’m going to take such good care of you.”

Rey whimpered now, playing back the man’s voice in her ears, as she circled her vibrator teasingly around her clit, trying to imagine another’s bigger, stronger hand controlling the toy, denying her outright sensation and friction to eke out the pleasure a little longer.

“Do you want more, pet?”

“Please,” she whimpered, and in her mind another man’s lips played against her ear, egging her on, promising her that she could come as soon as she was a good girl for him. Her mouth went dry, her eyes squeezed shut, and when she felt as though she might combust she imagined him telling her that she could come.

“Show me how much you love this.”

Lights flashed behind her eyelids, blinding her even as she opened her eyes to stare up at the ceiling, whole body rocking in slow, jerking motions as she felt her chest cave in on itself. Fuck! Her every inch of skin felt as though it were on fire, desperate and burning for more as she switched the toy off and laid it down beside her. Slowly, she shifted on the covers of her bed, and moved to turn on the fan just beside her, needing not only to cool off, but desperate for the sound to block out how positively lonely it was without anyone else there. For a moment she’d been expecting a warm, gentle hand to run its fingers down her arms, her torso, breasts, cunt, to praise her for doing so well, and the absence weighed heavier on her chest than she’d expected.

 

Now that she knew what she wanted, how could she ever be content with anything else?

 

She’d laid in bed for upwards of a half an hour before she finally pulled her phone to her and turned over onto her side, away from the fan. Opening up her browser, she tapped in the address that they’d been to that night, pulling up a variety of information about the building, how long it’d been there, the square footage--but nothing she needed to know. Frowning, she backed out and scrolled through the other results. There was a piece about the owner, Leia Organa, and the passing of her father as he’d left the estate to her and her twin brother, but it was ancient, an archived article that had nothing to do with what Rey was looking for. Another article talked about Leia Organa-Solo giving birth to a son, but again that was a couple decades ago.

Nothing about the activities that she’d witnessed that night. The NDA she’d signed that morning reminded her that she was an idiot for even thinking there might be something online. Frustrated, she threw her phone to the side of the bed and turned again, struggling to pull her mind together, to find a solid train of thought to latch onto.

Going back. She had to go back, had to speak with Leia, to find a way to get in, and be a part of something that was far larger than she was. It was with that in mind that she finally found peace, settling in for the night with one arm wrapped around her waist, pretending it belonged to someone else, to someone who wanted her.

For once her dreams didn’t haunt her. For once she slept through the night.