Sweet dreams

"Master…"

Kylo's eyes opened immediately as he felt a hand sliding under his shirt.

"Master…"

Soft fingers were caressing his chest, he let out a groan as he felt warm lips touching his neck.

"Brynn," he murmured.

"I'm right here, master," she hummed softly, nibbling his ear.

"What… What are you doing?" he managed to ask.

She pulled his shirt up, planting kisses across his bare chest.

"I want you, master," she purred. "I need you."

Kylo's eyes darkened as he grabbed her arms and got into a sitting position. She was smiling at him, touching her lower lip with her tongue. Her hair was down, and she was only wearing a short sleeveless nightgown. He could see her hard nipples through the thin fabric. She was ready to be taken.

"You want me to take you?" he asked huskily.

"Yes, master, please take me."

She gasped as he tore her nightgown off and pushed her onto the bed. Her body was perfect, he wanted desperately to get inside of her. First, he attacked her lips, claiming her entire mouth. She was his, only his. She belonged to him. He groaned into her mouth, pressing his weight against her naked body.

"Who do you belong to?" he groaned.

"You, master," she moaned. "I'm yours."

He pushed himself into her, finally claiming her. She was moaning in pleasure as he built up a steady pace, pounding into her again and again. He was breathing heavily, his skin alive with nerves and his stomach was tightening fast as he felt the familiar and delicious pull of blood throughout his body as it slowly built towards climax.

"Brynn…"

Kylo gasped as he opened his eyes. He was sweaty and panting, it took a second before he realized where he was. In his bed. Alone. He pressed his lips together, trying to calm himself. He didn't require much sleep and he rarely had any dreams. When he did, they were usually short and more or less violent. His dreams weren't pleasant, they never had been. Not before this one. What had that been? Not that it mattered, he needed to control himself and forget the whole thing. He was in control, he was… The door to his bedroom whooshed open before he managed to properly formulate his thought.

"Good morning, master," Brynn's voice said, she didn't enter the room. "I apologize for disturbing you, but you got an urgent message from the Supreme Leader."

Kylo got out of the bed, feeling the need to take a cold shower.

"Shall I order breakfast for you…?" Brynn started.

"No," Kylo snapped tensely.

"Alright, shall I assist you getting dressed?"

"No. Close the door."

Thankfully she was smart enough to obey without asking any more questions. Kylo closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Everything was fine, it had been just a foolish dream. It didn't mean anything.

Brynn sighed after her master had left his quarters. He had been in a dreadful mood this morning and he hadn't hesitated to show it. Perhaps he hadn't slept well. Hopefully he would feel better after his daily training. She on the other hand began her daily chores by changing his black sheets and making his bed. He never cleaned up after himself, but he wasn't particularly messy either, unless he was angry.

Most of the furniture in his quarters had been replaced at least once after one of his violent outbursts. No one asked any questions when she requested new furniture or equipment, they were simply delivered to his quarters. Brynn had certainly noticed that most people feared her master. She finished cleaning his quarters and headed to his private training room.

Their daily routine was usually always the same when he wasn't on a mission. He got up, ate his breakfast and went training for couple of hours while she cleaned. When he was finished, she served him lunch and assisted him getting dressed. After that he usually spent the rest of the day on the command deck, reading reports or meeting officers. Meanwhile she completed her chores and followed his daily orders.

She had gotten used to their routine, none of her chores were too hard. The most challenging part was dealing with his mood swings. She entered the training room silently and noticed that he wasn't finished yet. He was growling furiously while destroying one of his training droids with his lightsaber. She tried her best to stay unnoticed, hoping not to disturb him.

The whole room was a mess and she was glad she wouldn't be the one to clean it. As she looked at him, she could sense the raw power radiating from him. It was no wonder people feared him. He could easily end her life with one simple wave of his hand, and yet she didn't fear him. Surely, she should have, but she didn't.

Right now, he wasn't wearing his helmet or armor, only a pair of black pants and a black shirt. He looked tall and majestic, like one of the ancient warrior kings she had read about. She couldn't help but to feel admiration as she looked at him. Serving someone was the only life she had ever really known; she had been a child when her mother had sold her to Rahl but serving Kylo Ren was very different. As strange as it was, she felt safe with him.

She couldn't really explain it and surely the whole thought was nothing but foolish. He was the last person she should feel safe with and yet she did. Suddenly he deactivated his lightsaber and stood still for a moment before glancing at her. She smiled at him. He was sweaty and she assumed he wanted to take a shower before lunch. There was a fresher in the training room, reserved only for him.

"Your lunch should be here soon, master," she stated. She had ordered it before leaving his quarters.

"Hmm," he murmured and marched to the fresher. It seemed that he was still in a bad mood. His lunch arrived just before he walked out of the fresher, wearing only a pair of pants. There were plenty of scars on his upper body, he had been injured many times. As usual, she helped him getting dressed and brushed his wet hair. She was careful, as always, but suddenly he yanked the brush from her hand.

"You call that brushing?" he snapped. "Did you try to pull my hair out?"

"No, master," she replied quickly, confused by his sudden outburst. "I apologize, I…"

"Useless creature," he snapped. "Get out of my sight."

She was still confused, but of course she obeyed. He had snapped at her before, but not like that. Either she had really managed to displease him, or he was having a very bad day. Either way, there wasn't much she could do. Hopefully his mood would be better when he would return to his quarters.