#mob!kylo

Of course, you and Kylo have discussed it already. You don’t want to rush into marriage, since you both come from homes with unhappy marriages and you’re both more than content with being in a committed partnership for the time being.

Tonight is a perfect example. Huge corporate event with some big New York suits that Kylo’s doing business with.

All evening, everyone you’ve talked to, they’ve called you “Mrs. Ren”.

“Mrs. Ren, allow me to show you to your seat.”

“Would you like anything to drink, Mrs. Ren?”

“What do you do for a living, Mrs. Ren?”

About halfway through the night, and two cocktails in, you’re taking a much-neede break at the buffet table when you feel a familiar, muscular arm sling around your torso.

“How are you holding up, dove?”

You chuckle. It’s a somewhat loaded question.

“Mrs. Ren is doing alright, thanks for asking.”

He sighs softly, trying to mask the fact that he actually enjoys it when you call him that.

“Sorry, my love. I have been trying to correct people whenever I hear it.”

No, he hasn’t. Not really.

Perhaps if people keep saying it, you’ll want to actually become it…

“It’s okay. I…maybe…”

His eyebrows raise. “Maybe…?”

You bite your lip to hide the smile creeping onto your expression.

“Maybe we should stop having to correct people…m-maybe we should get married.”

Kylo grins, standing in front of you and digs around in his suit pocket until he pulls out a big, beautiful diamond ring.

Your eyes widen and you look up at him with furrowed brows, chuckling softly.

“Were you…carrying that around this whole time?”

“Dove, I bought this a week after we started dating. I’ve carried it everywhere, every time we’ve gone somewhere together, waiting for the go-ahead from you.” He says, chuckling and scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. “God, I…I hope it still fits you…”

Your eyes are swelling with tears at his words and you laugh softly, wrapping your arms around him.

“I love you so much, Kylo.” You whisper, then look up at him with a smile. “And my answer’s yes, by the way. I will marry you. In case you were wondering, not that you really asked or anything…”

He smiles, shaking his head playfully as he slips the ring on your left finger.

“Eh. I knew you were a sure thing.”

Your eyebrows raise and you laugh heartily, giving him a playful shove as you pull away.

“I hate you.”

Kylo laughs softly, keeping hold of your hands and pulling you back against his chest when you try to walk away. He leans down and presses a delicate kiss to your lips.

“Love you too, Mrs. Ren.”

~

A Senator accompanied by his team is on the other line, one of the ones that you’ve never worked with before. Kylo’s people had been contacted by the Senator’s people, and a meeting had been arranged to discuss just what sort of work they were expecting Kylo to do -- and how much they were willing to pay for it. Kylo was the most professional of the bosses around, his services didn’t come cheap.

“Look I’ve never done anything like this before -- ” The Senator is one of these new types who is in way over his head. You can hear the tremor in his voice and have to stifle a chuckle. They don’t know you’re listening in, after all. The man cuts himself off and you can practically visualize the way he must be clenching his fists at his side as he asks, “Can you do it?”

“Of course I can do it, it’s just a matter of ironing out the details.” Kylo replies, sitting in his green velvet chair, surrounded by a cavern of books stacked high up to the ceiling.

He looks delicious, smoking his cigarette, dressed head to toe in custom Ralph Lauren. It’s funny, you think as you lean against a stack of books, watching him watching you, how in the fall and winter he wears less black. A three-piece suit made of a charcoal tweed wraps his broad, strong frame, a sliver of sunlight coming in through a far off window catches through the smoky room and illuminates the gold details of his watch, waistcoat chain and cufflinks.

Kylo watches as you stalk towards him with all too much of a feline, predatory slink of your body; he bites his bottom lip when you press a finger to your lips and sink to your knees.

“Okay. Shall I have my guys get in touch with your guys?” The Senator is still on the line -- a test.

“No.” Kylo exhales a plume of grey-blue smoke from his nose, looking at you while he answers the man. You know he’s not talking to you, he nods at you, wanting to play this game.

You grin, a slow dangerous thing, moving as silently as possible to smooth your hands up his tailored trousers.

“No?” The Senator is confused, the way he stutters is music to your ears. “B-But -- ”

“The less people involved, the better.” Kylo’s only halfway paying attention now, and how could he?

How could he be focused on anything other than the way your deft fingers have slid his belt out of the buckle, have pulled down his zipper slow slow slow. Kylo swallows around the way his mouth is watering, one of his hands caressing your cheek as he continues the conversation, “I’ll see to this matter...personally.”

“I need dirt, anything.” The Senator sighs, the noise masking the way Kylo lets out a sharp exhale as you pull his hard cock out of his underwear, stroking it a few times, running your tongue up and down the shaft to make the glide a little easier. He rambles on, “Anything at all that you can find on this guy. I cannot lose this election, I’ll do anything. Make something up. Make him disappear.”

“You could say that extracting information is one of my specialties.” Grunting, Kylo lifts his hips a little, so you have some room to pull his pants down enough that his cock isn’t trapped in any way. His hand cups the back of your head, and you wink at him with a smile, before opening your mouth and taking him against your tongue. Kylo’s voice is strained when he asks, “When’s the election?”

“Three months.”

“Shit.” Kylo hisses, his hand clenching in your hair as you swallow him down in one swift motion, the head of his cock hitting the back of your throat. He masks it with a quick, “You couldn’t have called me sooner?”

Shooting you a look that would give the toughest men a heart attack, you simply smile as best as you can. You love this, making him react like this. You’re the only woman who could make him feel this good, and you both know it.

“I know I know -- look I’m desperate here!” Thankfully, the Senator doesn’t think anything is wrong, he’s fast to apologize for his own concocted faults. Really, three months wasn’t that short, you knew your husband could have a folio ready in three weeks.

Kylo’s eyes are glued to yours, the eye contact making him sweat in his suit. You’ve got the velvety hardness of his shaft heavy in your mouth, down your throat, and when you hollow out your cheeks and suck, Kylo grunts out -- “How desperate.”

There’s some shuffling then, on the other line, and you use the opportunity to let your eyes close, to savor the moment. Kylo’s got one hand wound tight in your hair, guiding your head up and down to fuck your mouth on his cock, and it’s messy messy messy. There’s spit and precome sliding all around your chin, staining and soaking into his trousers. Good thing he’s got a change of clothes stashed here somewhere -- he’s going to need them.

And with the way he’s looking at you, you might very well need a change too.

Almost like he’s reading your mind, he taps the underside of your chin and makes you choke only a little bit, before pulling you off his cock entirely. Pushing up your knit skirt and shoving your panties to the side, Kylo tugs you onto his lap. The velvet chair isn’t really big enough to accommodate the both of you like this, but you straddle his waist and sink down with a sigh.

Kylo covers your mouth with his palm, cutting your noises off as best as he can. The phone is on speaker, and they could possibly hear you on the other line. Something about that thrills the both of you -- the adrenaline making your blood pump as you feel his cock stretch out your pussy with each inch that it fills you up.

His other hand holds your hip steady as Kylo plants his feet on the floor, and starts to buck his hips up against you, fucking your cunt with a hard and steady rhythm that makes the entire room smell like sex. Your eyes roll back into your head as you rock on his dick, your throat elongating for him. At once, he latches his mouth to a soft spot and worries it between his teeth, grunting and groaning softly in your ear.

“Ten.” The voice of the Senator sounds so far away, but your man, ever the reasonable negotiator that he is, counters immediately.

“Twenty.” Kylo’s voice is only a little strained, the vein in his neck beginning to bulge the way that it does when he’s yelling at someone. You get filled with a searing hot pride when you realize that he’s feeling the exact same level of passion -- all because of you.

You’re bouncing on his cock, your entire body undulating as you ride Kylo so hard that the legs of the velvet chair groan in protest. Moaning softly, just loud enough that they might be able to hear static coming through on their end, your nipples grow painfully stiff through your tight-fitting knit sweater.

Kylo shoves your sweater up and yanks the mesh cup of your bra away so that he can get a nipple in his mouth, and with the sucking friction, your orgasm hits you before you even know it’s coming.

“Jesus.” You and the Senator breathe at the same time, but Kylo doesn’t let up -- he’s not done yet.

“You’ll make it back in a couple months.” Kylo growls, his voice deep deep deep, as his thrusts speed up, becoming more irregular, growing closer and closer to orgasming himself. He’s sweating, through the haze of the cigarette smoke and the stars that dance in front of your eyes, you can see the way his face is pinching up, trying to keep his tone level, “I’m aware you have some very generous donors.”

Kylo can’t help it then, he picks you up entirely and drops you onto the velvet chair in his place. Your knees hit the cushion, your arms bracing on the back of the chair as he drapes his chest across your back, holding your pleasure weak hips steady with his strong hands and pounding your pussy from behind.

Bunching the hem of your sweater up and using it as a gag, you muffle your loud moans into something a little more tame, smothering your face in the knit. Kylo’s cock hits you in all the right spots, and you pant and gasp as he rails you, pushing himself over the edge until he finally slaps the back of your thigh and you can feel the hot pulse of his come filling you up.

Letting himself relax finally, you and Kylo take a few deep breaths as you lean against one another, grinning at each other like the idiots in love you are. It was always such a perfect beautiful thing, having sex with Kylo, even when it’s rough --

“Mr. Ren?” A cleared voice cuts through the reverie, and Kylo blinks, having forgotten that the Senator was still on the line.

You and Kylo stare at one another, internally wincing over the very likely possibility that the team had heard him blow his load in you. Kylo hazards to ask, with as smooth and collected of a tone of voice as possible, “...Yes?”

“I asked if the conditions were satisfactory?”

“Yes -- yes of course. My apologies, the service where I am is shotty.” Relief washes across your face as Kylo recovers with ease. He looks at you and smiles, “Very satisfactory.”

“Good. Then I look forward to hearing from you again soon.”

Kylo hangs the phone up, and brushes his sweaty hair out of his face. You lay sideways on the chair, your legs dangling off the arm, as your hands reach for him with a great big satisfied grin, looking all too much like the cat that got the cream.

You...” Placing the phone to the side, Kylo points a finger in your direction, and though he’d never admit it, he’s got a hint of a smile on his face too, “You are going to get me in trouble one of these days.”

“Don’t pretend you don’t like a little trouble now and then.” You let out a gasping laugh as Kylo pulls you completely off the chair and rolls around with you on the floor of this little bookstore that he’s closed off for the public today. With him on top of you like this, you can only think of one thing: “Want to go again?”

As much as Kylo wants you, you can see it in his eyes, he shakes his head.

“Time and place baby girl.” Kissing you for the first time since before he answered the phone, Kylo whispers against your mouth, “Let me get you home, and I’ll fuck you hard until that twenty mil hits the account.”

At least the whiskey was decent. With that thought, he nodded to Silas, who was sitting across the bar, and raised his glass in thanks. Silas had gone across town to buy a bottle of Kylo’s favorite.

Well, it wasn’t as if he would say no. Kylo was already pissed enough that he had to attend a mix and mingle event to fix the impression that his idiot father had given. The least anyone could do was buy him a decent fucking drink to keep him-  “Fuck,” he swore under his breath. Blood leaked out of his finger. He hadn’t even realized he’d been chewing at his cuticles. Drawing a deep breath to fight the urge to roll his eyes, he glanced over at the stack of napkins on the table and grimaced.

He wasn’t a germophobe or nothin’, but man, those could not be clean.

Kylo did close his eyes then, dipped the corner of the filthy fuckin’ thing into his tumbler before pressing it to his finger.

“Ay,” came a voice from the booth over his shoulder.

Nonplussed, Kylo looked over. “What?” “You gonna talk to anyone?”  “Jesus Christ, they really did send me here with a handler.” “Friend.” The burly man corrected.

“Handler,” Kylo scoffed, downing the last of his glass. Setting it down on the table with a heavy hand, he looked over at the man again.

“Keep my booth empty, I like this one.”

The man nodded and Kylo walked over to the bar. He moved to sit, then clenched his jaw as he remembered to ‘mingle’. With an eyebrow raise at the bartender, he made a mental note to figure out what this was punishment for once he was back home.

“What can I get ya?” “Nothing right now, I’m the dickhead who’s sponsoring the Midnight Blend. I just wanted to ask if there’s anyone here worth talking to.”

It was brisk, but he wasn’t in the mood to chat with the bartenders. Not when his whole night was looking like niceties and handshakes. The bartender nodded.

“Red suit seems pretty interesting. If you’re not in the mood to talk, navy baroque will do it for you. Ladies?” Kylo’s shoulders lifted in a shrug, and felt a wave of regret almost as soon as he’d done it. How embarrassing was that? Being asked about ladies and fucking shrugging?

“I could go for a lay, but I don’t do long term.” 

The words crystallized into truth as they left his lips. Sex hadn’t been on his mind while he’d been here, but now that he’d thought about it, it did seem like a better nightcap than the rest of the bottle.

His face turned sour again as he thought about how the night was likely to end. Alone on his balcony, the whole fuckin’ city probably getting laid while he looked down from his penthouse, drunk off his ass and thinking too much. 

Jesus Christ, he thought. The first half of a familiar demon crept into his mind and he pushed it back. ‘What if the rest of your life-’

He cleared his throat and realized the bartender had been giving recommendations the whole time. The bartender stopped and looked at Kylo then. Kylo just nodded and walked away, too tired to think about how to reply to a conversation he’d forgotten he was in.

What felt like hours passed, but the wrought iron clock confirmed it had only been three quarters of an hour. The handler looked smug, so maybe Kylo could go home. He tried to raise an eyebrow to ask for approval, but the man wouldn’t meet his eye.

Kylo assumed that was a no.

He turned around, rolling his eyes so hard it almost gave him a headache, and cursed under his breath.

When he opened his eyes though, he froze.

Descending the stairs in red, smiling playfully down into the band pit at the base of the stairwell. No name yet, but when he saw you, everything about you was in capital letters.

Your lips matched your dress matched your shoes and Kylo’s finger was at his mouth again, worrying his cuticles.

Before he could overthink it, he made his way to the bottom of the stairs and extended his arm.

You took it gratefully, the transition from stairs to floor made significantly easier.

Kylo didn’t even know there was an upstairs to this place. For all he knew, you came directly down from heaven and the stairs would vanish as you stepped off them. His thoughts were a mile a minute, but externally he was cool as ever.

“Drink?”

You nodded and gave him a little smile. 

“What’s my budget?”

Kylo smiled then, a little smile but a grin all the same. 

“Whatever you want.” “Well, I know what I want, but I know for a fact it isn’t here.” You had the kind of voice that convinced Kylo everything you were saying was extremely important, hinting at something deeper than he could understand.

“You a regular?”

“Something like that.”  There was that little smile again as you glanced at him. It had him weak in the fucking knees. 

“Well, I can send a friend across town to get it, if you feel that strongly about it.”

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll have a cosmo.” “Well now I’m curious. What’s your poison?” “It’s a rare Johnnie Walker.” Slight irritation colored your tone. “Midnight Blend?”

You quirked an eyebrow. Kylo read impressed.

“I took the liberty of buying a bottle and bringing it here when I found out they didn’t have it.”

You made a face that Kylo didn’t understand, a mix of impressed and offended. He realized he’d been asking all the basics. Regular, preferred drink. He kicked himself. Might as well have started with ‘come here often?’

For a moment you turned away, and Kylo was worried this was it. He’d missed his shot. When he followed the line of your gaze, he saw the clock again. You looked back at him.

“Touch early for midnight blend, isn’t it?”

He shrugged. “I’ll probably be drinking it ‘til midnight.”

He kicked himself again at how boring he sounded, and opened his mouth to say something, but you spoke first.

“So how about that cosmo?”

He relaxed again, nodded and walked you to the bar. For a moment he forgot why he was here. Fuck all that, he wasn’t gonna spend a second on those idiots now that you were here. 

He ordered, then thought too much about the ethics of looking at women and seeing them as a means of sex instead of as people. He brushed it off as a dry spell and decided he’d prove himself wrong by getting to know you.

“Thank you for the drink,” You smiled, touched his arm. 

No no no no, he thought. You couldn’t be leaving already. He hadn’t even asked you anything.

“It’s my pleasure. Do you want to sit in a booth? It’s quieter over there.”

You nodded, surprised him.

This time hours actually had passed. Well, almost two hours. You were laughing and leaning on him. He’d dropped all the names he could, bought you all the drinks you wanted. His confidence had risen as you’d moved closer to him at the booth. Your thighs were nudging each others’ every time you breathed now.

“So, I gotta ask, what makes you think you can come in here, looking like you own the fuckin’ place?”

You laughed with soul, harder than you had all night, and Kylo knew it was genuine. Your hand was on his arm again and he thought he’d die if you ever took it off. 

“I do actually. You know, own the place.” You gestured vaguely, wrist circling a few times before coming back to rest on your other hand.

Kylo laughed then. 

“You’ve been letting me rack up a fuckin’ tab buying you booze when you own the place?”

He was teasing, you knew it. Knew it by the sparkle in his eye and the way he was smiling.

“Hey well,” You shrugged. “You felt the need to stock it up with Midnight Blend, so I’m no different, right?”

He smiled, shrugged back. “You look incredible, by the way.”

“Thank you. It’s the dress’ first night out.”

You both paused for a moment then, sensing that what you said next would determine where the night went.

In the silence, Kylo realized that you were one of the people he’d been sent to get back on good terms with. If you owned the restaurant.... shit. You were a higher-up.

“I did, uh, tell you my name, right? Kylo Ren?”

You nodded, eyes still locked on his, still touching his arm and pressing your thigh against his. Waited for him to go on, then you remembered why he was so surprised.

“Oh, I’m meant to have a grudge against you, is that it?”

“Something like that,” Kylo mumbled into his drink, mood changing rapidly.

“Well, I like to form my own opinions.”

That was the sexiest thing you’d said all night. With the way you leaned up real close to say it, Kylo could feel your breath on his cheek. When he turned his face, you were right there.

He didn’t know it, but you had been about to kiss him.

Kylo smirked. “What do you say, we clear my tab and head back to mine?” You rolled your eyes playfully and leaned back. “What do you say, you pay your tab, I tell my family you’re all good and we head back to mine?”

He pretended to think it over, then looked back at you with a smile.

“Where is yours?” You pointed directly up. “Shorter walk than yours, I’m assuming.”

He nodded. “Want to hear a bad line?” His smile was devious as you nodded back and he leaned to whisper in your ear.

You bite your lip as he reaches over to grab one of the leather cuffs attached to the bed, harshly tightening the buckle around your wrist before doing the same with the other. 

He cuffs your ankles before walking over to the closet, grabbing the spreader bar before roughly attaching your ankle bindings to it. Your eyes widen when you feel your ankles slide further apart on the bar and it’s then that you realize what’s happening.

“Don’t even bother struggling, whore. I made a slight modification to the spreader bar: each time ya struggle, it spreads your legs apart further.”

A whine leaves your lips as Kylo stands at the foot of the bed, lighting up a cigarette while his eyes freely roam your bare folds. He gets down onto his knees, then, blowing the smoke over your pussy. 

His fingers gently trace your folds while he takes another drag, exhaling audibly as he leans in and takes a long, slow whiff of your arousal. You whimper, shuddering above him and he smirks, teasing your engorged clit with the tip of his nose.

“Kylo...”

Ignoring your breathy plea, he stands up and shoves the cigarette between his crooked teeth before giving your cunt a swift swat. Your hips jump, causing your legs to spread further apart on the bar.

He takes a seat on the small couch directly across from the bed, legs spreading as he crushes the cigarette out in the crystal ashtray set on the side table next to the sofa. 

“Come on in, babygirl.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you see the bedroom door open and a scantily dressed girl struts in with an extra sway in her hips. Kylo smirks as she walks up to him and gets down on her knees between his spread legs, hand rubbing up and down the forming bulge in his suit pants.

His gaze never leave yours as he lights another cigarette, taking a long drag off it. A wicked grin tugs up at the corners of his mouth.

“Now you’re gonna watch as I show ya what you’ve missed out on tonight because you decided to be a little cocktease instead of behaving like a good girl. You’re gonna lay there and watch me get my cock sucked by someone else’s whore mouth and then maybe you’ll think twice before teasin’ me like that again in public.”

You’re already sopping wet as you process the unfolding scene before you, a small grunt of frustration rumbling through your throat when you tug against the restraints on your wrists.

“Kylo, p-please, I--”

“Quiet.” He snaps, taking an aggressive drag. “Don’t make me get the gag to keep your cunt mouth quiet.”

Your lips purse and Kylo smirks, reaching down to undo his dress pants and pull his hardened cock out. He keeps his eyes on you as he wraps a hand in the girl’s hair, guiding her mouth onto his rod.

His head tilts back for a brief moment, a shaky breath pushing through his clenched teeth as her mouth sinks down on him. You whine, chewing your lip to the point of rawness.

“Mmmmmm.”

He stares at you, not even paying attention to the girl currently sucking his cock. This isn’t about her, no, it’s about you learning your lesson. Smoke curls up in tendrils from the tip of his cigarette where he’s keeping it between his teeth, hand forming a makeshift ponytail in her hair.

Her head bobs up and down at a steady pace, lewd slurps and squelches and gags erupting through the room. She’s struggling to take him, but you’re not surprised. No one can take Kylo like you can, and both of you know it. 

You keep his gaze as you wiggle against the spreader bar, opening it all the way so that he can see your glistening folds. His eyes fall for a moment and his hips buck up into the woman’s mouth, a small grunt passing around the cigarette between his teeth.

Kylo begins forcing her mouth down further, harder, making her gag on his thick shaft. His eyes roam over your bare form, hips thrusting up into her mouth on a consistent basis, now. 

“Take it.” He growls, eyes staring deeply into yours. “Take my cock.”

You moan, lifting your hips up. “Mmm, I want it. So wet for you, Ky.”

His hips rut up into the escort’s mouth, hand pushing her head down. He’s so close, loving how you’re getting into this. 

“Should’a thought of that before ya decided to act like a d-desperate little whore--fuck.”

The veins and tendons in his neck bulge out as his jaw clenches, now fully fucking himself up into her mouth, making her gag violently. He smashes his cigarette out in the ashtray before using both hands to hold the girl’s head still, taking full control as he brings himself to orgasm.

“Gonna cum down her throat, princess. Gonna give h-her all my cum, and it could’ve been you. Would’a stuffed your dddisgusting slut cunt full tonight, but t-then you had to go and tease me.”

Your head falls back, cunt clenching around itself at his teasing words and just the sight of this is enough to bring him to climax only a moment later. His hips push up into her mouth, a shaky groan leaving him as he shoves his creamy load down her throat.

You moan softly, letting yourself relax and rest back down onto the mattress, cringing at the slight burn that the forced spread from the bar creates. The escort pulls away and licks her lips as she stands, pulling the silky robe back up over her shoulders before heading back out of the bedroom without a word. 

Kylo’s chest rises and falls rapidly, recovering from climax for a minute before tucking himself back into his pants. He stands, then walks up to the side of the bed, smiling down at you as he reaches out and tucks a piece of hair behind your ear.

“Did you learn your lesson tonight, princess?”

Nodding quickly, you whimper under your breath. “Y-Yes, sir.”

“Mm, good girl.”

He smirks, bending down to place a kiss on your forehead while his hand slides down your body until his fingers brush your sensitive clit. He presses down firmly against the bud, causing you to gasp.

“But I think you need to stay here while I go get a drink, really let the lesson sink in, and then maybe I’ll let you cum.”

Your jaw drops and you squirm, tugging at your restraints. “Kylo, please--”

His finger presses down on your lips, kissing your forehead again.

“I’ll be back in a few minutes, beautiful. Behave while I’m gone.”

You bite your lip, nodding as the heat in your core sparks to life once more.

“Yes sir.”

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