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Rey can safely say that her work meetings these days are weirder than she ever could have imagined a year ago. It’s an ordinary Tuesday afternoon, her classes are over for the day, and she’s sitting around the studio’s kitchen table with the rest of XxxWingProductions discussing how their viewers would most like to see her boyfriend rail her next.
“Really, Hux?” Poe sounds skeptical. “Our rope bondage videos have never done well before.”
“The search trends don’t lie,” Armitage insists. “And we’ve never done a shibari video with Kira.”
Everybody looks at Rey, whose cheeks are bulging with a huge bite of her scallion-schmear pumpernickel bagel.
“What do you think, sweetheart?” Ben murmurs, affectionately squeezing her thigh with his massive tattooed hand. “Can I frame those cute little tits in some pretty ropes and watch them bounce as I fuck you?”
Poe snorts. “Last time you spent half the shoot complaining that the ropes were too coarse against your thighs, and you weren’t even the one tied up.”
“I can get some organic cotton ropes from one of our merch partners,” Rose chimes in, at the same time as Hux says, “Again, that was before Rey.”
Rey finally swallows her bite of bagel and schmear and takes Ben’s hand, sliding her fingers between his. He gives her a lopsided, adoring smile, like he’s asking her out on a picnic date in Central Park—though the heat in his eyes suggests that their picnic would end with a citation for public indecency. “Sure, why not?”
—
They shoot the video later that week. It’s actually Rose who does the rigging—in the bathroom, so Ben doesn’t hover and grumble at someone else’s hands anywhere near Rey’s bare tits. Ben’s hands are extremely dexterous at many, many things (flipping pancakes, fingering Rey, weaving in and out of rush hour Manhattan traffic, braiding Rey’s hair, holding Rey up or down or beneath him or over him while he fucks her) but tying careful, precise knots around her breasts instead of licking them is not a task he can be trusted with.
The guys are in the bedroom setting up the cameras and, from the sounds of it, arguing about the title of the video. Kylo Ties Kira Up And Fucks Her Tits was Poe’s initial suggestion, but he seems to be forgetting that, one, Rey’s tits are probably too small for that to work properly; two, that would be highly incompatible with the ropes criss-crossing her chest (organic cotton though they might be); and three, there is zero chance that Ben will come anywhere except inside her.
In theory, all the details of the video would have been decided more than fifteen minutes before shooting, but XxxWingProductions often seems to work best by—well, winging it.
Rose ties the final knot in the thin, dark red ropes that bind Rey’s arms behind her back and lace along her torso in intricate diamond-shaped patterns. “Comfortable? What do you think?”
Rey wiggles her hands and fingers and rolls her shoulders. “Yeah. I can’t believe you learned this from a YouTube Tutorial.” The dark red of the ropes contrasts with her pale skin and will stand out against the ivory, 600-thread-count sheets they pull out just for Ben. Actually, she’s pretty sure they had to replace the sheets after the last video, making Poe grumble about the cost and Armitage and Rose snicker.
Rey’s hair is up in a high ponytail to keep it from getting caught in—or covering up—the rope harness, and her makeup is simple, easy for Rose to touch up throughout the shoot as Ben does his best to make a mess of her. A matching dark red thong completes the look.
She looks hot. She feels powerful, even with her arms tied behind her back. Though Rose has to hold a water bottle to her lips so she can drink—given how many bodily fluids are involved in sex and how neither she nor Ben want more interruptions than necessary for the sake of the shoot, she’s learned to hydrate early and often.
There’s no point in wearing a robe when she can’t put her arms through the sleeves, but Rose carries in on set anyway. “In case you get cold,” she says with a smirk.
“I’ll keep her plenty warm,” Ben shoots back from where he’s adjusting one of the key lights, not realizing that Rose is baiting him. “I—oh fuck.” He’s turned to look at her and she can see the instant his body reacts to the sight of her—he isn’t wearing a robe either, and his cock goes from semi-hard to straining against his black boxer briefs so fast she feels dizzy. Her own flimsy thong is already soaked.
Ben steps toward her, eyes dark and ravenous. He reaches a tattooed hand out and rubs his thumb over one of her pebbled nipples, then traces the lattice of ropes across her torso. The way they reveal her skin in narrow bands and diamond-shaped gaps make his hands seem even bigger than normal. “Fuck, sweetheart, you’re a vision. My girl, all dressed up so I can suck on her sweet tits while she takes my cock.”
“Okaaaaaaaay,” Poe taps his pen against the clipboard with the shot list. “Let’s get started. Kylo fingers Kira and fucks her from below. Kira goes down on Kylo. Kylo fucks Kira from behind, holding her up so the camera can see her chest. Kylo comes inside her, because he’ll do that no matter what I say—"
Ben snorts. “Finally, he’s learning—"
“—and pulls out for a camera closeup of the mess. Kira, just call for a break if anything’s uncomfortable or you feel any numbness. Sound good?”
“Good,” Rey squeaks as Ben picks her up in a bridal carry and stalks toward the bed.
“Good,” he rumbles, and the crew all murmur their readiness. Finn is behind the main camera, Armitage is watching the video and audio feeds on his laptop, and Rose is ready with makeup supplies, cold water, and blunt-tipped scissors in case her knots prove too hard to undo.
Poe gets into position near the headboard with the handheld camera as Ben pulls his briefs off and arranges Rey over his broad torso, his hand on her waist holding her up with fingers splayed across the delicate ropes. “Comfortable, sweetheart?”
“Uh huh.” Rey can feel every inch of the ropes restraining her, but the slight pressure looping around her torso and arms is only making her ache for sensation where the ropes don’t touch—her breasts, her pussy, her clit. She feels more wetness trickle out of her as Ben presses one of his inked forearms against her thigh to hold her even open wider.
“Your sweet little cunt is so wet and I’ve barely even touched you.” Ben’s fingers brush across the edge of her thong, making her squirm above him. “I can’t wait to—"
Poe coughs. “Cameras aren’t rolling yet, Ben.”
“So?” Ben doesn’t look away from the scrap of fabric covering Rey’s pussy, more wet spot than garment. “Whose fault is that?”
Poe sighs, the long-suffering sigh of someone whose best friend and business partner has an ego to match their massive dick. “Alright. Action.”
Rey expected Ben to tease her more, so she’s surprised when he immediately grabs her thong with one hand and yanks it aside, tearing the flimsy stitches. He tosses it over the side of the bed and buries two fingers in her pussy without hesitation, holding her trembling thighs wide so the camera can see her arousal dripping down his wrist, a glossy sheen on his dark tattoos.
His gaze is hot on her breasts, her thighs, her cunt, her face. He looks at her like he wants to ruin her and worship her and devour her all at once, like the last time he’d had her was weeks ago and not last night in their bed.
Usually, on a shoot, Rey can remember that as much as she and Ben love fucking each other—as much as they love each other, period—there are considerations like lighting and camera angles and audio quality. Usually, when they have to pause, she can distract Ben with a random anecdote about her classes or a new deli she wants them to try.
She can tell immediately that today will not be one of those times. Her mind is filled with nothing but white noise and the filthy words Ben is crooning as he fucks her with his fingers.
“Such a tight little pussy, already clenching around my fingers and I haven’t even tried to stuff my cock in you yet.” He presses his thumb—the one with the little planet tattooed on it—to her clit, letting the movements of her body provide tantalizing friction as he curls and scissors his fingers inside her. “I can’t believe how filthy wet you get for me, sweetheart.”
There’s an obscene squelching noise as Ben pulls his fingers out to show the camera the way her arousal stretches between his index and middle fingers, thick and sticky. Rey cries out, suddenly empty, and he shoves his fingers in his mouth, eyes rolling back as he tastes her.
“Do that again, but have her taste it instead,” Poe instructs.
Ben grunts something that sounds like Mine , but he slides his fingers back into her, curling them forward to strike her inner wall with devastating precision. She feels molten pleasure coiling in her core, tightening with each stroke of Ben’s big fingers, building and building—
Ben pulls his fingers out again and slips them into her mouth. Her own arousal is tart and citrusy and earthy.
“What do you think, baby?” Ben takes his spit-slick fingers and traces circles around her nipples. “Are you ready to take my cock?”
“Yes, Ben—" There’s a groan from the corner of the set. “Fuck, Kylo —please—" She tries to wriggle backward, but his hand around her waist holds her fast.
Ben chuckles, looking up at her with a wicked grin. “I don’t know, sweetheart. I think I’d better kiss your pretty little tits first. Maybe make you come for me, just to be sure you’re wet enough to take my cock inside that tight pussy.”
“Okay,” Rey gasps—hardly her sexiest line, but that’s the least of her concerns right now.
Ben adjusts her on top of him so the camera can see the muscles in his forearm flex as he starts fucking her with his fingers again.
“You’re such a good girl, Kira, letting me tie you up like this and getting so—fucking—wet for me.” He punctuates each word with an extra-forceful thrust, making her small tits bounce even though he’s not fucking her with his cock yet.
Ben holds onto the rope harness as he tilts her forward far enough that he can take one of her breasts into his mouth, nibbling and sucking until she cries out and then switching to the other one.
She feels like she’s in free fall even as the pressure inside her builds, her breaths coming in gasps and her thighs tightening around his torso until he has to shove them apart again. “Kylo—I’m—"
“Fuck, you’re so goddamn tight around my fingers,” Ben grits out. “Need to feel you on my cock. Need to feel you come around me.”
“Yes—yes—K-Kylo—"
With a growl, Ben positions her over his cock and presses in—far slower than she would like, but he has to work himself inside her slowly, breaching her inch by inch as her body strains to accommodate him. At least it gives Poe and Finn plenty of time to follow with the cameras instead of calling for a cut.
No matter how many times she takes Ben’s cock, the stretch still makes her breath catch and her mind go blank. He groans, deep in his chest. “Fucking hell. Your little cunt is a fucking dream, sweetheart. I’m barely inside you and I already want to blow my load inside this tight little pussy.”
Ben finally bottoms out inside of her and rolls his hips, driving into her with deep, full thrusts. He seems determined to overwhelm her senses but go just slow enough to keep her on the edge.
She’s trembling with pleasure and the need to come, fluttering around his cock. She nearly sobs when Poe and Armitage call for a hold to reposition some lights.
Ben murmurs to her as they adjust the set, gently massaging her hands and wrists. “Still good, sweetheart?”
She nods, dazed. “Be better if you let me come, though.” She purposefully clenches around him and he swats her ass, which only makes her clench again. “Maybe I’ll edge you for our anniversary, see how you like it.”
He groans. “Sweetheart, every single shoot we do is like you edging me. And when I actually edge you, you’ll be begging me to come.”
“Okay. Action.”
Ben starts thrusting up into her again and all the pressure comes rushing back, building quicker and higher than before. “Kylo—I need—" If they were at home in their bed it’d be more like Ben, goddammit, make me come or else, but she’s still aware—if only distantly—that they’re on set.
“How about you touch that cute little clit of yours, hmm? Oh, wait,” he smirks at her, dragging his gaze over her bound torso and arms, “you can’t.”
But he finally starts to fuck her harder, and Rey’s glare doesn’t have much weight when she can’t stop moaning as he hits that place inside her over and over.
“Poor sweet thing. I guess you’ll just have to take—whatever—I—give—you.” Now her body is pliant in his hands, him and the ropes the only things holding her upright.
“Are you gonna come for me, baby? Tell me who’s making you come. Who’s the only man who’s ever made you come.”
“You, B—Kylo, only you.” She’s babbling something else, maybe Yours or Please or Oh fuck yes, and the tension snaps, her orgasm cresting not as a breaking wave but a crashing tsunami.
She can hear herself squirt, the rush of liquid gushing out of her and all over Kylo’s thighs and abs. He keeps fucking her through it, shoving his cock deep inside her clenching cunt with sloppy, wet noises, and each slam of his cock inside of her makes her gush more.
“Oh fuck, baby, look at you making a mess. That’s it, come all over me, I’m gonna—fuck yeah, take my come inside your perfect tight cunt, take it all—"
“Kylo, we have a shot list, you can’t just—"
Rey opens pleasure-bleary eyes just in time to see Ben’s beautiful eyes, dark with lust and love, flutter shut, his brows furrow, and his mouth fall open as he comes inside her with a shout. He pumps her full, barely managing to pull back at the end for the cameras to see the come leaking out around his cock.
Poe swears. Rey is still gasping like she’s run a marathon, even though Ben did all of the work. There’s a veritable puddle under them, practically a small lake.
Slowly, Ben lifts her off his cock with a reluctant groan, but holds her up so the mess that streams out of her—he came so much—does so onto his already wet thighs and still-hard cock.
After capturing the closeup shot, Poe sighs, “Cut. Really great, Kylo, way to ignore the entire shot list. I thought we were done with that.”
“Oh, I’m not done with her,” Ben growls. “I know what the title of this video is going to be.”
