Shackled

Poe finds himself in a bit of a bind

This was written for my Tumblr mutual Loki-Hargreeve's July Challenge. The challenge was to use the prompts she provided and write a story for every other day of the month; I chose the smut prompts. I'm not sure if I'll be able to get all of them done by their respective days, as life is challenging itself right now, but I'll try! Prompt: Bondage Rating: NC-17

“Uh, Rey? Do you copy?”

Rey tightened the final screw on the speeder’s ignition box, closing up the wiring she had just fixed. She was running late, she knew, but it still surprised her to hear Poe’s voice over the comm; he was usually running late, too. And why did he sound as if he was far away, like the comlink wasn’t near his face?

“Go ahead,” she replied into her own comm.

“Hey, are you going to be home soon?” he asked, his voice still sounding tinny.

“Yeah, I’m just finishing up. Do you want me to grab something to eat?”

“No!” he answered sharply. “I really need your help with something. We can eat later.”

“Oh, okay.” It was already fairly late, so whatever he needed must be important. She also sensed a moderate amount of distress from him now that she was focusing on him. Nothing drastic, but worrisome. “I’m on my way.”

Rey had only been sharing quarters with Poe for a few weeks now. They had connected, rather unexpectedly, while on a mission together almost two months ago, then he had attempted to break it off, fully believing no one would accept their relationship and that he wasn’t good enough to be a Jedi’s lover. It took a couple of weeks before they had both come to their senses, thanks to advice from both Finn and Leia. At that time, most everyone had been living either in the caves or in tents, but once the barracks were put up, she and Poe had claimed one of the larger rooms together. No one complained.

Now Rey rushed back to that room, her anxiety growing as scenarios of what kind of trouble Poe might be in ran through her head. They were safe here on Ajan Kloss. Everyone here was trusted and the First Order was currently oblivious to the Resistance’s astounding growth after having almost been decimated on Crait. She finally entered the main door to the barracks, pushing herself into the cooler building and striding down the hall to her doorway at the far end. She keyed her code in and the door slid open. Rey stepped in and stopped short at the sight before her.

Poe was lying on the bed, eyes wide and a bit panicked. He was dressed in a loose tunic and his most comfortable trousers; it was what he usually wore to sleep in… when he wore anything at all. But what wasn’t normal was how he was positioned. He was on his back with his arms up. As Rey looked closer, she realized both of his wrists were shackled to the bed posts!

She stepped in and let the door slide shut behind her. She glanced a BB-8, who was rocking silently next to the bed, Poe’s commlink in his gripping arm. Rey looked back at Poe, confused beyond belief. “What..?”

“It’s not what it looks like!” Poe sputtered.

“I don’t think you know what it looks like,” Rey argued. She cocked her head at him, waiting for an explanation.

“Okay, so I found these in my bottom drawer this evening.” He jiggled his wrists, indicating the cuffs. “They were a gag gift from Snap and Karè a while back. And I thought I would test them to make sure they were actually comfortable.” He paused, and Rey could see his cheeks darken. “I forgot to make sure I had a key.”

Rey looked back to BB-8, wondering why the droid hadn’t gotten the key for him. But Poe explained before she could ask.

“There is no key. At least, none that BB-8 could find.”

Rey looked back at Poe, amusement finally starting to grow. “Dare I ask how you got both your wrists locked up?”

“BB-8,” Poe said softly. “He wasn’t supposed to latch it.” She could see his jaw tighten as anger overcame his embarrassment.

BB-8 rolled back squealing. don’t you blame me for this!

Rey rubbed a hand over her face, trying very hard not to laugh.

“Please, Rey,” Poe groaned. “I’m stuck. I feel trapped. I don’t like this!”

Rey’s laughter faded quickly. She knew Poe had found himself cuffed and restrained many times in his past, and none of those occasions had been pleasant for him. Knowing he had been mind raped by Kylo Ren just as she had been was enough to bring her closer, anxious to comfort him. She should just undo the cuffs, she thought. But…

“So, these binders were a gag gift?” She stepped up to the bed.

Poe sighed. “They’re meant for… pleasure.”

Rey’s mind started swirling with thoughts. She had been a virgin when Poe had become her lover, and her knowledge of sex and the various ways it could be done were still limited. Everything she knew, Poe had taught her. He was an amazing teacher, and he had always been the dominant one in their sexual relationship; Rey didn’t mind this in the least. However, there had been moments where he had seemed to want to… play with their dynamic.

“And you were testing them to make sure they were comfortable? For who?” She walked up next to him and casually put her hand on the inside of his knee.

He swallowed. “Uhm… I was… thinking about you. But…”

“But?” She let her hand slide up the inside of his thigh.

He licked his lips and she could see his eyes immediately darken. Yeah, he wasn’t feeling that trapped anymore. “This is… okay, too.”

“Are you sure?” Rey was not going to push him to a place where he was uncomfortable, but the idea of playing with him while he was like this was enough to make her own body heat up.

“I trust you, Rey.”

She smiled at him, then looked at BB-8, who had stayed silent, watching them. “BB, why don’t you shut down for the night?”

He twittered at her, seemingly happy to be excused. He knew what was going to happen, and he had no desire to observe it. He rolled over to the charging port, plugged in, and shut down.

Rey’s smile only grew as she watched the little droid, her love for him expanding as she recognized his devotion to both her and Poe as both individuals and as a couple. More than one person joked about the ball droid being their child. She turned back to Poe only to see him focused completely on her, his dark eyes intense and his breathing ragged. She moved to sit on the bed next to his left thigh, then slid her hand back upward, brushing her fingers over the bulge between his legs; it had already grown significantly since she had entered the room.

She bit her lower lip, then reached up with both of her hands to push his tunic up, exposing his belly. She felt him jump slightly as her fingers brushed against his skin. She moved her hands down to the ties on his loose pants, pulling the knot free, then tucked her fingers under the waistband. She pulled the pants down, being careful of his stiffening cock. He lifted his hips up to assist her, but she only pulled them down to mid-thigh. There was no reason to remove them completely right now.

Making eye contact with him, she grasped his cock in her hand, her heart racing now with excitement at what she was about to do. “You’ve never let me taste you,” she whispered. “I know it’s not because you don’t want me to. Why have you never asked me to?”

Poe was breathing heavily now. “I was afraid my head would blow off.”

She giggled.

“Seriously, Rey. You just look at me a certain way, and I get hard as a rock. I’ve never been with anyone that’s made me want the way you do. It’s why I always feel like I need to be in control. You already have more control of me than you know.”

Rey felt her eyes widen at his honesty. Since their first sexual encounter in a little cave on Soelea, Poe had always been dominant, and Rey loved it. She loved giving every bit of control to him. She loved when he praised her and talked dirty to her and was ever so slightly forceful with her. But now, he was admitting that there was more to their arrangement than simple sexual pleasure.

“You know you can lose control with me, don’t you?” she asked softly, her hand slowly working his length up and down.

He nodded, blinking a few times. “Yes,” he whispered harshly. “I want to lose control with you.”

Smiling slightly, she bent down over him, keeping eye contact with him as she opened her mouth. The second her lips closed around the tip of his cock, his eyes shut and he moaned. “Oh, kriff!”

Rey focused on what she was doing, using her tongue to swirl around the head, gripping him firmly close to his body with her hand. He was not quite fully erect, but she could actually feel him growing, his arousal working toward its peak. She started to pump him with her hand, but became aware quickly that despite the soft smoothness of his skin, it would probably be more comfortable for him if there was some lubrication. She lifted her mouth up off of his cock and began to spit on him, using her hand to spread it along his full length. He was groaning and grunting and she loved it. He had always encouraged her to make noise, telling her to never hold back, that he wanted to know exactly what she was feeling. She was glad to know he was doing the same thing himself.

When she decided he was wet enough, she put him in her mouth once more, pumping him and squeezing him firmly with her hand. She brought up her other hand to touch his balls, smoothing her spit down over them and playfully squeezing them. He shouted, his hips jerking upward. She couldn’t help but smile around his cock in her mouth, pleased to get such dramatic reactions from him.

She heard the cuffs holding him to the headboard rattle and she looked up, checking in. His eyes were half closed, but he was watching her, a look of abject lust on his face. He wasn’t struggling against the restraints, so she turned her attention back to his cock. She could taste salt now. Something a bit sharper than just the taste of his skin. Precum, she knew. He was as aroused as he could be, now. She continued to play with him, using her tongue and her fingers and even her teeth, sucking and squeezing and quickening her pumping.

“Oh, kriff! Oh, fuck! I can’t! I can’t! Rey!”

His shout of her name caused her to sit up, her own arousal now out of control. “What do you want?” she asked him, her voice rough.

“I don’t want to come…” He cleared his throat, his breathing fast and harsh. “I want to come in you!”

She knew he didn’t mean her mouth. Quickly, she stood and pulled down her leggings, taking her underwear with them and toeing off her boots. Naked from the waist down, she climbed onto the bed, straddling him, tossing her wraps out of the way and taking him in hand.

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” he panted.

She slid onto him with ease, her own body slick with need. “Oh, kriff!” she cried as she sank down. Without waiting, she began to rock her hips, lifting herself up ever so slightly, creating just enough friction to create astounding pleasure.

“Oh, fuck, Rey!” he cried, and for the first time jerked his arms violently against the cuffs. “I need..!”

Taking a deep breath, Rey raised her hand and concentrated on the binders, popping them open, first the right, then the left. Immediately, Poe sat up, wrapping his arms tight around her body and burying his face in the hollow of her neck, his lips against her collarbone. She brought her hand up to burrow her fingers in his hair and started pumping her hips harder.

“I can’t hold it!” he breathed against her skin.

“Don’t!” she cried. “Let go! Give it to me, Poe!”

Almost immediately she felt him pulse inside her, a low guttural cry emanating from his throat. His release brought about her own, unexpected and powerful. She cried out in surprise.

Slowly, they both came to their senses, still wrapped up in each other, Rey still straddling Poe’s lap. He was trembling, she realized when she opened her eyes. They were both trembling.

She swallowed, trying to get moisture back into her dry mouth. “I think we should send Snap and Karè a thank you card.”

Poe laughed and leaned back, looking at her, his eyes bright. “I did not deserve such a reward for being so stupid, you know.”

She smiled at him. “Were you really being stupid though, or just hopeful?”

THE END