#high dosage

HIGH DOSAGE PART II

You’re in handcuffs again. But this time instead of a pair of Stormtroopers aggressively leading you down the hall, it’s the handsome First Order officer who just gave you the best orgasm of your life. How did you even end up here?

His gloved hand is clutching to your elbow tight. Is he nervous or just playing the part of an aggressor? His movements are sharp and he all but yanks you into a room once the doors hiss open.

Once the door is closed behind you, he relaxes. You take that as an indication you can too – but you don’t.

You take in the room around you. From what you can tell these are his quarters and workspace. There’s a decent sized bed in the far corner. There’s also a desk and what appears to be a closet. Everything is black, white, or red.

While you take in the room, he unbinds your wrists. His touch is so gentle it startles you.

“My apologies,” he nods, he’s not looking you in the eye. It’s almost as if he’s not sure what to do.

“Why are you helping me?” you ask, rubbing your wrists. The cuffs left indentions in your skin. You watch him, waiting for an answer as he puts the cuffs in the top drawer of his desk. You wonder what all he’s got hidden in this room. Everything is locked up tight and sealed off except the bed and desk.

He looks up at you and opens his mouth to speak when his head jerks towards the door. He hisses and beckons for you to come to him.

“What?” your brows knit in question.

“Come here!” he beckons faster, “now!” His eyes flick to the door, and you quickly come around behind his desk with him. “Follow my lead,” he whispers harshly in your ear and pushes you face down on his desk.

You can’t see anything except the wall near the desk, but you can hear the door hiss open and footsteps enter. Poe’s hand pushes on your back keeping you still, his fingers dig in. His front is pressing up against your ass and you can feel him through his uniform pants.

Is he getting hard again?

“What happened to prisoner 2189?” you hear the modulated voice of a Stormtrooper speak.

“She was of no use,” Poe digs his fingers in deeper, “thought I might have some fun with her before the execution.”

“That’s prisoner 2189?” another voice asks.

Poe grunts out a “yes,” and thrusts his hips into a little bit for effect. The stormtroopers chuckle and you vaguely hear one say to “have fun” before leaving. It makes your skin crawl.

As soon as the door closes, Poe lets go and pulls back, he sighs heavily.

Then the door opens once more. Poe jerks forward and has your shirt bunched into his fist, his other hand comes down hard on your ass with a spank.

“I said beg for it!” he commands, and you gasp.

“Sorry to interrupt,” you hear a different modulated voice. “The general wants to see this one before her execution, when you’re done with her, you’re to deliver her.”

Poe’s jaw clenches and he nods.

This time when the door closes, Poe stomps over to the keypad by the door and punches something in. What you can only assume is a specific lock to keep people out.

You’re still laying on the desk, a little unsure of what’s going on – and still somehow turned on. Your ass is stinging from where his hand collided with your flesh.

“Is-is the pollen supposed to be gone now?” you ask standing up finally to face him. He’s pacing back and forth, something on his mind. He stops to look up at you.

“It should be?” he cocks his head. “Why?”

“I-“ you swallow. It’s your turn to avoid his gaze.

“What do you smell?” he asks. It’s a genuine question but you don’t understand.

“Nothing,” you inhale.

“Then it’s worn off,” he states, and starts his pacing again. “When you’re under its influences, there’s a lingering smell in the air. One of the side effects.”

“Then why do I feel-“ you can’t even say it. He stops again to look at you and your knees buckle from the intensity of his gaze. There’s worry in his eyes, but then a flash of mischief crosses his expression.

“I was about to apologize for striking you,” he takes a step towards you behind the desk, “But it seems to be that you liked it.” He lingers on the word “liked” for too long and you feel dizzy.

He’s behind you now, his hands smooth up your back and rest on your shoulders. “did you?” he asks whispering in your ear. “Did you like that?”

When you nod and whine, he pushes you back down on the table. This time he pushes his hips hard against your ass. There’s no mistaking the hard bulge pressing into you.

“Are you not worried?” you gasp.

“About what?” his hand is rubbing your ass now gently.

“Getting me to safety?” it suddenly dawns on you that his lie to the stormtroopers might have been real. He could just have brought you to his office to fuck you and be done. You panic and pull from his grasp, and he doesn’t resist. “How can I trust you?”

“You can’t. You have to take my word for it.”

“Can’t you give me something?”

He raises a brow and tilts his head down. “How the tables have turned,” he chuckles darkly.

You start to back away, looking for a weapon, but you can’t find anything.

“Look,” he holds up his hands, “I want out. And you’re the first chance I’ve had at an escape.”

“Why do you want out?” you question, looking around. “You seem to have a cushy life here. Take all the women you want, use that pollen for ‘recreation’.”

“It’s a form of escape, takes my mind off things. Look, I’ve done things. Horrible things.” He pauses. You can see the regret in his eyes. “And I want it to stop. I don’t sleep. I can’t sleep. I want-“ you don’t realize he’s gotten so close to you now. “I want to join the resistance. I only hope it’s not to late.”

“It’s never too late,” you reach out to touch his arm. He could be fooling you, but you feel like you can trust him.

Maybe you’re making a mistake. He could become a double agent, give secrets back to the First Order.

But at the moment, you don’t have any secrets to give – and he knows this.

“So, what do we do now?” you ask.

“I have a plan. But first – and be honest – did you like that?” he smirks.

His plan is simple enough. But he’s got to make it look like he’s had some fun with you first.

Arousal and fear swirl in your mind but you trust him. You think. You hope.

“Get back on the desk,” he commands. He’s speaking a little louder, you assume for anyone who might pass by, but the thought turns you on more.

You stand in front of his desk, and he comes up behind you and pushes you down on it. Your ass once more pressing into his growing erection. The table surface is cool, relieving you of the heat pulsing through your body.

For the second time in the day, he pulls your pants down. This time he smacks your ass again, his gloved hand coming down hard. The slap echoes in the room and you writhe from the feeling.

Next, he tugs down your underwear, and you step out of them when they’ve slipped down your legs. His large hand cups your ass cheek and digs his fingers in, kneading your flesh and you groan.

Behind you, you can hear him unzip his uniform pants. Cock in hand, he pushes his tip against your sensitive wet folds.

“Wait,” you gasp, a little embarrassed. “Not like this,” your voice is small.

Without a word, he turns you around so that you’re fully laying on his desk. Your legs wrap around him and he slowly pushes inside. You shudder together and he beings to piston his hips into you, his slicked back curls falling onto his forehead.

His hands are on your hips, pulling your body to meet each thrust. At this angle he hits a place inside you didn’t know could feel this good. His uniform is rough rubbing against your thighs.

You watch his face as he moves, his teeth clenched. Veins protruding form his neck and forehead.

You wish he would touch you, but he’s making you feel amazing from his cock alone so you can’t complain.

Your orgasm comes quickly, you feel it build then it crests harshly. You come hard on his cock, your eyes rolling back, and you can barely get out a breath. Turns out he doesn’t need the pollen to make someone feel this good.

He’s not far behind, and when he does reach his high, he falls forward onto you. The pleasure making his body limp. Your hands immediately sink into his curls and you try and angle his head to kiss him, but he pulls back.

“Don’t kiss me.”

He pulls out of you and stands up straight. He smooths his hair back, and quietly pushes a button on the wall. A door opens to a private refresher. He hands you your pants and you awkwardly step in the refresher.

“We don’t have much time,” he tells you, with his back turned.

You stand there trying to find the button to close the door. Your face heats up when he turns and pushes it for you. Something about standing in front of him with no pants on seems like the most exposing thing in the universe. His cum is dripping down your thighs but him seeing you seems more embarrassing.

You clean your thighs quickly and get dressed. You still don’t know what his plan is, but the time is now.

When you exit the refresher, he’s ready for you with handcuffs.

“Again?” you sigh.

“I know,” he apologizes and claps them around your wrists.

He adjusts his officers’ hat on his head and takes your elbow again. He punches in a code by the door and before you know it, you’re back in the hallways of the destroyer.

Brushing shoulders with stormtroopers and other First Order officers’ sparks fear in your belly. But you suppose, it’s not strange if you look frightened. You look to your escort, and his face has returned to the solemn look of stone.

His back is straight, each step is precise. You’re still not scared of him, but he is a fearsome presence.

He leads you to a TIE fighter. Using his security clearance, he gets you onboard.

“What are we doing?” you whisper taking a seat. He takes the pilot seat and begins to switch things on.

“The general is on the other destroyer; I’m supposed to take you to him.”

“And?”

“And, we’re going to fly away unseen.”

“How will we do that?” fear is rising up in your voice. He turns to face you; he timidly reaches forward to rest his hand on your thigh.

“I know how to disable the tracking systems.” He turns back around and powers up the ship. You hold on tight after you strap yourself in. You take a deep breath when the ship exits the hangar.

“You don’t happen to know where the base is do you? Now would be the time to tell me.” There’s a hint of humor in his voice.

“I told you, I don’t know.”

“Fuck,” he swears under his breath, “I hoped you were lying. Is there any place we can go?”

He reaches for the console and pulls harshly on some wire, disabling their tracking systems.

You know of one place, and he punches in the coordinates.

“I don’t know what we’re getting into,” he almost laughs, “but we’re in this now, baby.” He makes the jump to lightspeed, and you try to calm your racing heartbeat.

Did he just call you baby?

 //