[ The harsh sound of leather striking skin echoes in the spaces around them. Ill-prepared for it, his fingers sting against her backside, a reddening mark forming from the burrowing and slapping of his hand. She doesn't shy from it; if anything, the sharp intake of air and the straining whimper that follow give her away, cunt clenching down around nothing. A hot rush of moisture coats his fingers anew as she wriggles around more desperately on his hand, now, enthralled.

All of this time she's been tiptoeing around soft boy Ben Solo, fearful of causing him discomfort, and he's been capable of this. ]

I want you to pin me down and fuck me. Hold me still while you give me your cock however you want to give it to me.

[ She admits, nearly choking it out as he strokes around the hard swell of her clit. The tiny jolts of her hips don't bring him any closer to it, but she moves restively in his grasp like they might. The hard peaks of her breasts graze the fabric of his tunic in the process, pulling another ragged gasp from the back of her throat. Offering up her complete loss of control should frighten her, but the prospect of surrendering it to him doesn't. She trusts him with her, with her needs, with this too extensively to fret. ]

I want you to force me to come over and over again. [ Angling her head, she scrapes her teeth against his neck — or what's exposed of it, really, in his current get-up. ] I want you, Ben.