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“I really want to help you out, Rey. It’s not fair that Finn left you like this, the moment I see that little piece of–”
“I know, Rose. I know it’s shitty”, Rey sighs on the phone. “I really need to find another job if I want to pay off $200,000 dollars.”
She was currently working in an airline call center, her salary was enough to survive but definitely not enough to pay a debt of such an amount.
The line is silent for a moment. Rey watches the cars drive by the window in her kitchen.
“Listen,” Rose starts hesitantly, “maybe my uncle Ben can give you a loan in exchange for some work…”
“That’s really not necessary Rose, I–”
“No, no, I know. But give it a chance, I’ll talk to him, he wouldn’t do this out of pity. You can do an interview, everything will be fair. I just want you to have the money upfront so you don’t have to work your ass off for the next fifty years.”
Rey hesitates, she wouldn’t want to burden Mr. Solo, but maybe she could have a reasonable job with him, he was very kind to her in Rose’s family gatherings.
“Fine–”
“Great! I’ll call him right away. Bye Rey!”
She sits in silence, her gaze fixed on her phone screen. Tears well up in her eyes, threatening to spill over at any moment. She blames herself, her own obliviousness. After two years of sharing her life with Finn, she never imagined he would leave her like this.
***
Mr. Solo agrees to talk to Rey, to listen to the whole story from her, of course. She wouldn’t loan money to someone she doesn’t know that well either. So she’s sitting in the fancy waiting area of his office, nervously biting her nails until his receptionist calls for her.
She’s wearing her best clothes– her high school prom dress, slightly short on her, modestly paired with black tights. Her choice of footwear, a pair of black kitten heels, reserved exclusively for occasions like these, where her dirty sneakers simply won't do.
Rey could never admit this to Rose, but she had found herself inexplicably drawn to Mr. Solo since the first time they met years ago. His mysterious aura had left her breathless whenever they crossed paths. His dominating yet soft presence had exhilarated her. Rey couldn’t help but feel a nervous flutter in her stomach whenever Mr. Solo was near. But she was adamant about not letting it show. After all, she had just started dating Finn and things were beginning to look up for her romantically. She knew Mr. Solo would never in a million years be interested in her.
“Ms. Rey?” The receptionist’s voice pulls her attention away from her thoughts. Rey meets her gaze and nods.
“Mr. Solo will see you now,” the receptionist informs her.
Rey rises from her seat, a mixture of nerves coursing through her veins. She approaches the door to Mr. Solo’s office and gives it a light knock.
“Come in,” a deep voice resonates from within, instantly recognizable as Mr. Solo’s. With a steadying breath, Rey turns the handle and steps inside with shaky legs.
He’s sitting at his desk, black suit perfectly pressed, his wavy hair framing his face. He looks up at her, nodding to the seat in front of him. “Sit, honey.”
“How are you holding up, sweetheart?” His voice was filled with sympathy. “You know I’d be more than happy to assist you in any way I can. Please, tell me what happened.”
“Thank you, Mr. Solo. You’re very kind.” Her voice wavers slightly as she proceeds to explain how Finn vanished without a trace, leaving behind a note and a staggering debt in her name. The weight of her words hangs heavy in the air as she details her useless attempts to reach him and her growing anxiety.
Mr. Solo listens attentively, his expression a mix of concern and anger. As Rey finishes her account, he leans forward, his brow furrowed.
“I’m sorry you're going through this, my love,” he says. “I think I have the perfect job.”
Rey’s eyes sparkle with hope, a sense of relief washing over her. “Seriously?” she asks, disbelief evident in her tone. “Thank you, sir. I can start working as soon as possible.”
“Yes, of course.” His gaze shifts, a distant look coming over him. “However, I’m afraid we’re not currently hiring here.”
Her face falls, disappointment written all over her face. “Oh.”
“Don’t worry, I have better plans for you,” a smirk spreads across his face, “I’ll take care of the debt. You’ll just have to cook me dinner until I feel like the debt is paid. Simple enough, hm?”
Rey’s eyes widen in surprise, the offer catching her off guard. The prospect of having her debt cleared sounds very appealing, and with what appears to be such easy terms too.
“What would that entail, sir?” She still asks, a little skeptical.
Mr. Solo is quiet for a moment, his eyes roaming her face with an intensity that makes Rey squirm in her seat. His finger taps slowly on the desk. Finally, he speaks, “I would expect a meal every night, little one. Amongst other things that might be needed at home.”
“Like a private chef?” Rey tilts her head, that sounds easy enough. She does like to cook, it calms her down.
“Sure.” He smiles tightly, leaning back on his chair.
As she considers her options, Rey can’t shake the feeling of skepticism lingering in the back of her mind. Is this too good to be true? Can she trust him? But then again, what choice does she have? With a deep breath, she nods her head.
“Okay, Mr. Solo. I’ll do it.” He examines her face once more, nodding back at her. She can’t help but feel small under his penetrating gaze.
“Good. I’ll send you my address then, I’ll expect you tonight.” He waves his hand dismissively at her.
“Tonight? But–”
“I thought you said you could start as soon as possible?” He raises his eyebrow.
She stammers in embarrassment. “Uh– y-yes, sir. Of course.”
“Then, see you tonight, my love.”
As Rey leaves his office with her face burning up, she can’t help but feel Mr. Solo’s eyes boring into the back of her head. A chill runs down her spine. She quickens her pace, eager to escape his intimidating presence.
***
“Good evening, Rey. Come on in,” Mr. Solo grins at her, a glint of mischievousness in his eyes. She’s greeted with a mocktail, which she reluctantly accepts from him. She would’ve thought he had a personal butler, or even a maid… Was she expected to work as a maid? Did she misunderstand their agreement?
Mr. Solo’s house is exactly what she imagined. Rey’s immediately struck by the lavishness that surrounds her. Every detail of the decor exudes luxury, from the plush velvet sofas in the living room to the priceless works of art adorning the walls. Expansive windows with panoramic views of the city and a glistening swimming pool. In every corner, there’s an air of sophistication and refinement.
“Go on, drink.” Mr. Solo pulls her out of her thoughts, pointing at the glass in her hands.
“Oh, yes– sorry, sir.” Rey swallows down her drink, not wanting to seem ungrateful. It seems like she’s always embarrassing herself in front of him. The drink tastes strangely sweet. Strawberries mixed with something else. It’s not something she's used to, but she shrugs it off as a fancy people thing.
“Good girl.” His words make her tingly deep in her belly. It’s a strange sensation, one that leaves her feeling flustered and oddly warm. Proud of herself, even. Of what? She’s not sure, but she doesn’t want to disappoint Mr. Solo.
Mr. Solo guides her to the kitchen, where he already has some chopped vegetables on the counter, a pot simmering on the stove. She looks at him confused, “I thought I was making you dinner, sir.”
“Tonight we’re taking it easy, Rey– since it’s your first day, of course.” He looks at the door and then back at her. “Listen, I’m going to need you to sign some papers– boring business stuff.” He explains.
Rey nods at him. She knows she wouldn’t understand any of it, but she trusts him. After all, he is being very kind to lend her money.
“I’m gonna go get them from my office, hm? Why don’t you help me stir the soup in the meantime?” He suggests.
“Of course, sir! I’ll wait here.” She smiles brightly as Mr. Solo walks away.
Rey hums as she moves across the kitchen, a faint dizziness starts tugging at her senses, a subtle haze settling over her thoughts. Huh, weird.
She reaches for the spoon, as her fingers wrap around the handle a strange sensation washes over her causing her hands to blur for a second. Blinking in confusion she brushes it off. She’s probably just anxious to be alone with Mr. Solo, he’s so intimidating and she wouldn’t want to mess up his dinner.
She goes to check on the soup, opening the lid and smelling the delicious mixture of vegetables. While she stirs, she can’t help but close her eyes. Is she really that tired? Maybe the stress is finally catching up to her. She feels slightly off, her movements becoming unsteady as she mixes the soup. Yet, she pushes through, determined not to let it show. She can’t risk Mr. Solo kicking her out on her first day.
Before she knows it, Mr. Solo comes back with the papers in hand. Rey blinks, her vision still slightly blurred making it difficult to focus.
He places the documents on the counter and hands her a pen. “Here you go, baby. Just sign where I point, okay?”
Rey nods as she tries to read the documents, but the words seem to sway before her eyes. Seeing her struggle, Mr. Solo steps closer. “Do you need some help, my love?”
Not wanting to admit it, she just bites her lip in silence.
“Let me.” A gentle hand starts guiding hers, slowly tracing the lines for her to sign. Despite her best efforts to maintain composure, Rey’s eyes struggle to stay open, her brain starting to feel fuzzy around the edges. She leans on the counter trying to breathe. What’s wrong with her? Wake up!
Her movements seem to go in slow motion, a slow tingle rises through her body. She feels so warm, she wants to go to bed and lay on her fluffy blanket.
“Is everything alright, Rey?” A voice echoes through her head, is that Mr. Solo? What was he doing here?
She giggles, so silly! She’s making him dinner! Right. Where’s her spoon?
She frowns trying to look around, but her feet and head don’t seem to cooperate. Suddenly, she feels herself being enveloped in something warm. A big hand stroking her back.
“Mmm, wha–” Rey frowns, bringing her fingers to her mouth, her tongue feels so heavy, she wants to pull it out.
“Shh it’s okay, baby. It's a big day, hm? Let’s get you to bed.” Says Mr. Solo as he runs his thumb across her lips.
Rey nods. Yes, a bed sounds very nice.
In an instant, she’s swept off her feet, lifted into the air with ease. She squeaks, startled. As he carries her away, her surroundings fade into a blur as they head towards a different room.
She’s suddenly engulfed by the silkiest sheets she’s ever felt. She lets out a small moan. Her hands find her shirt, recoiling at the sudden discomfort. It’s so itchy against her skin. Desperation kicks in, her fingers fumbling to take it off. She wants it off. Off off off.
“Oh my poor baby.” A voice murmurs above her. It makes her whimper miserably. “You need Daddy’s help?”
Daddy. The word echoes in her mind. She nods vigorously, looking up at the source of the sound, her eyes pleading.
Big, warm hands start pulling at her clothes, making her sigh in relief. She lets out a breath of pleasure, grasping at the sheets with her hands, rubbing her cheek against the cold, soft material. It feels so nice against her skin, she wants more.
Her eyes manage to focus for a second, recognizing Mr. Solo. Is she dreaming? She must be. Only in her dreams would a man like Mr. Solo touch her with such care and affection.
There’s a chuckle from somewhere around her, hands start creeping up her legs slowly, making her shudder at the warmth sensation it leaves behind. Mr. Solo pulls her knees apart, spreading her wide. Rey whimpers as the air hits her pussy, she hadn’t noticed how wet she is.
“Oh, Rey.” He groans, trailing his fingers softly across her folds, pausing at her clit and circling it in slow motions. “What a pretty mess, baby. Is it all for me, my love? Is it for Daddy?”
She can’t help the moan that leaves her mouth, it feels so good being touched down there. She cannot imagine a world where Mr. Solo is not touching her, making her feel so electric with so little effort.
“Answer me, baby. You’re gonna be good for Daddy?” He asks as he slowly pushes in one digit, making her clench around him.
“D-daddy?” It feels so natural to say it. Effortlessly rolling off her tongue. “Yes, daddy. I’ma good girl.” She manages to say.
“Hmm, yes my love, so good. My perfect girl.” He rewards her by thrusting in another finger, fucking them in and out at an agonizing pace. He takes his fingers out of her, bringing them to her mouth.
“Open.” Rey automatically obeys, her tongue easily wrapping around them and sucking sloppily, his eyes darken as he draws a string of drool from her lips.
“Fuck.” Mr. Solo groans. “Perfect wife.”
He leans down to catch her nipple in his mouth, swirling his tongue around it. His other hand reaches for her other breast, massaging it roughly in his hand. She arches her back, trying to follow Mr. Solo’s mouth. She can’t suppress the little moans leaving her mouth. It feels so so good, but she needs more.
His mouth trails south, finding her slick center. He kisses the little button at the top, his lips closing around it and sucking harshly.
“Nngh–”
Lapping at her folds, Rey starts feeling a pressure building up in her tummy. She chases the sensation, grinding back on Mr. Solo’s face. He keeps making circles with his tongue, humming against her skin. The vibrations raising more pleasure for Rey.
Two fingers find their way back inside her. She’s getting closer– almost there, but it’s not enough. She squirms in his hold, trying to take more.
“Daddy, please.” She tries to follow his mouth, she just needs a little more pressure. But Mr. Solo keeps her legs wide open for him, clicking his tongue at her.
“So greedy, my love. Tell Daddy what you want.” His mouth finds her face, kissing her cheeks, and making his way to her mouth. She immediately kisses him back, her mouth reacting automatically to his touch.
“Wan’ more. Wan’ you inside.” Rey whispers, slurring against his lips.
Her attention is drawn to the faint sound of a zipper being pulled. Her eyes widen in surprise as she realizes his shirt was already off. Rey’s gaze lingers on his bare chest, noticing the scattering of moles across his skin for the first time. She finds herself drawn to them, she wants to study each one and memorize their pattern.
His lips crash on hers once again, his tongue exploring the inside of her mouth. A sudden pressure makes her spread her legs even more. She whines as Mr. Solo pushes in the tip of his cock, already feeling so full.
“T-too big, sir. I-I can’t” Rey cries, looking down to see where they’re connected.
“Yes you can, my love. Relax.” He pinches both her nipples, making her clench once again, driving his dick in another inch. “That’s it. Such a good girl, taking everything Daddy gives her.”
Once he’s halfway in, he takes a deep breath, dragging his dick out again, a groan escaping Rey at the sudden emptiness. Mr. Solo grabs her hips, pulling her to the edge of the bed, sinking his cock with one swift motion. In that moment she realizes she never wants to feel empty again, she wants to be full of Mr. Solo every day.
“You were so alone, Rey. But not anymore.” He says as he grinds against all the right places inside her. He’s stretching her so good, she tries to angle her hips to take him deeper, little Ahs leaving her mouth as Mr. Solo finds a tortuous rhythm.
She shakes her head. She doesn’t want to feel alone. Doesn’t want to worry about anything anymore, just making Mr. Solo happy. Her eyes burn with tears. Everything feels so heightened, every little brush of his cock sending her closer to the edge, it’s overwhelming.
“It’s okay. You want more, my love? Want me to fill you up?” He coos at her soothingly.
Oh yes. That sounds so nice. To be full of Mr. Solo. So full he never leaves her.
“My perfect little wife. Gonna give Daddy a baby, aren’t you?” Something flickers inside her at the word. Yes, yes, yes. A baby. With tears streaming down her cheeks, she lets out a soft cry.
“Gonna keep you forever, bend you over every surface. Gonna give you a baby to keep you busy, my love.” He grunts deeply as he throws her legs over his shoulders, the new angle making her eyes cross in ecstasy.
“Fuck,” Mr. Solo reaches down between her legs, stroking her clit fast as he keeps hitting the perfect spot inside her.
“Daddy!” She moans, finally falling over the edge, her cunt spasming around Mr. Solo.
“Good girl. That’s it, that’s it.” With one final thrust, he spills his seed deep in her belly. Both of them breathing heavily, chests rising and falling in unison.
He slowly pulls out, his cum leaking out of her. He takes his fingers to scoop it up and push it back in. It burns a little but it feels good.
“Gotta make sure it takes, my love.” Mr. Solo whispers fondly. “Happy honeymoon.”
She’s not sure what he’s talking about. Still, she smiles taking comfort in Mr. Solo’s touch.