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The cry from the others was disappointed, as usual.
"Why on a freaking Friday?"
"You could meditate any other night."
"Oh come on, Peanut!"
Rey Jakku put down her glass from the one drink she allowed herself on a Friday night with the crew, and picked up her bag. Poe gave her the knowing look he always did, which was fair. He was the only person in the group that knew that her Friday evening sessions weren't yoga. Although they left her boneless and breathless and more relaxed than she had ever been in her life.
"It's for my mental health. I'll see you lot on Monday." She kissed all of them – Poe and Finn, and Rose and Armitage – and walked out of the Eisley bar and into the dark of the fall evening. The walk to the hotel was good for clearing her mind, and she didn't mind the light drizzle that coated her shoulders.
Walking up to the check-in desk, she smiled at the clerk. "Good evening, Bazine."
"Miss Jones. Hope you're keeping well?"
"Yes, thank you." Rey took the envelope addressed to "Kira Jones", and opened it. Inside, a cardboard holder with the number 2187 held a door card. She took a moment to text the number to Poe, then she turned her usual phone off and pulled out the beaten Nokia she used for the nights. There was one message waiting, as usual.
[18:00] Have you notified your backup?
[18:25] Yes, sir.
The response took less than 10 seconds. He must have had it typed in and waiting.
[18:25] Standard rules.
Her breath hitched. She tried to be calm on the elevator ride to the twenty-first floor, on the walk down the corridor, to room 2187. She looked around, but it was at the end of a bend in the corridor, and no-one was in sight. Slipping the fine black silk blindfold from her bag, she pulled it almost over her eyes, then opened the door. She made sure the blindfold was all the way down as she walked in.
Three steps, place handbag to the left, begin undressing. She knew the routine by now. Her clothes folded roughly beside her, she was cool in the room's air conditioning, but not cold. She lowered herself to her knees, facing forwards, hands behind her back. She had no idea if he was in the room already or not – had he been watching her perform her ritual, or was he coming up in a moment.
Ten minutes of silence later, she knew.
"Well done, Kira. Approach." He'd been there the whole time, watching her, watching her nipples harden in the cool and her body move slightly with the breaths.
She rose clumsily to her feet – her legs were almost asleep after so long on the floor in that position – and walked towards where the voice had come from. She was familiar with the layout of the rooms now, after four months of these meetings, but she always worried that she would bark her shins on a coffee table or hit her shoulder on a pillar. There was one structural pillar in the room, and her breath hitched as she remembered one night being tied to it and …
No. Each night separate. Remember it later. Tonight is a new session.
"Stop."
She halted, vaguely aware by a slight warmness in the air that she must be close to him. His voice, as always, was artificial, transformed by some sort of electronic device. She had no idea what he really sounded like, except for a couple of murmurs when he had obviously removed the device and was busy using his lips and tongue in the … stop. Later.
An hour later, she was bent over one of the armchairs, her ankles tied to each side of the back legs, and her hands pressing into the chair seat. The feel of the second-largest anal bead slipping into her arse, stretching her that little bit more, was close to overwhelming, but not quite there. She could take it. She moaned around the ball gag strapped into her mouth, aware that she was drooling into the towel neatly folded on the seat below her head.
"Do I continue?"
She nodded emphatically.
The pressure increased as the last, largest bead opened the muscles of her sphincter. Then she felt him slip something small and smooth along her labia.
The vibrator.
The sensations built magnificently, amplified by the beads and threatening to make her come in a very short time. She squealed.
And suddenly his cock was inside her and he rode the waves of ecstasy with her, sending her into a spiral of amazing pleasure that almost had her blacking out.
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As he wrapped her in the towel and left her on the bed, boneless, relaxed, he leaned over her and spoke softly. The same question, every second Friday night after their sessions. The bargain. The payment.
"Are you satisfied?"
"Yes, Kylo."
She felt him lift off the bed, heard him pack the bag he must have brought, then walk out of the hotel room. She could stay there as long as she liked up to checkout, although she was likely to rest for an hour, shower then leave tonight. As the door clicked shut, she reached up and took off her blindfold.
Utterly satisfied.