Who's the Boss?

Who really is in charge here?

This one doesn't really have any sex, but Poe says some things that still make it NC-17. Prompt: Boss/employee

“You two amaze me.”

Rey looked up from the data pad she was reading, raising her eyebrows questioningly at Doneta.

“Poe Dameron is a galactic hero. He commanded the largest fleet in history when they defeated the Final Order at Exegol. He helped the UPF establish a new fleet and has done countless consults with them since. Even though he doesn’t acknowledge his Generalship anymore, he’s still commanding an incredible team here on Yavin with the Defense Force. Everyone I know is in awe of him and considers him an amazing leader, worthy of Leia Organa’s legacy. And yet…”

“And yet?” Rey was very curious as to where this conversation was going.

“And yet he defers to you for everything, without even blinking an eye.”

Rey was surprised by the comment. Did people really see him that way? As subservient to her?

“Not that you’re not worthy of such respect!” Doneta immediately added. “I mean, the order of things in this galaxy has always considered the Jedi as superior, with almost every leader in the history of the Republic and beyond submissive to the Order. But Poe is your husband, too.”

Rey felt embarrassment wash over her. Since she had begun her school here on Yavin IV, and even before that when she had been assisting the new government, she had tried to make sure people knew she did not want to be treated like someone extra special. Not only did it make her uncomfortable, but she believed that the ego of past Jedi had a great deal to do with their downfall. To hear a person she considered a friend speak about her and Poe in such a way.

“Poe respects me and what I’ve gone through to get to where I am,” Rey started. “And he treats me as the leader of this facility in public because he’s a firm believer that children and other young people need to learn to be respectful at a young age. But he’s hardly subservient to me. I’m not his boss.”

Doneta cocked her head at Rey. “So, you’re not the boss in bed?”

Rey felt her face heat. Doneta was a friend, but the only person she talked about her sex life to (other than Poe, of course) was Rose. “Sometimes,” she muttered.

Her friend smirked. “Only sometimes?”

“When he’s had a hard day and is tired of being the big hero you’re talking about, yes. He likes when I take control.”

Doneta looked serious for a moment. “But the rest of the time I suppose it’s pretty balanced?”

Rey was silent for a while, wondering how much she should say. “Mentally, maybe,” she said softly. “Physically…”

“Physically?”

“I have always been in control of my life,” Rey told her. “Since I was a small child, I’ve had to look out for myself, feed myself, clean myself, make decisions that would impact my life in great and small ways. Never being praised or congratulated or rewarded, unless I did it myself. It was and is exhausting.” She shrugged. “With Poe, I don’t have to do that.” She smiled. “And that’s all I’ll say.”

Though Doneta let the subject drop, Rey was still thinking about the conversation hours later when she finally arrived home after dark, the reddish glow of Yavin shining at her from the horizon where it sat, more than a quarter visible. The house when she entered smelled amazing. She dropped her sling bag next to the door and smiled at BB-8 as he rolled up to welcome her home, then she toed off her boots and wandered into the kitchen, where Poe was making the food that smelled so good and having a long, detailed conversation with their three-year-old daughter about the patience needed to sauté bantha meat just right. Leia watched him from her chair, her eyes wide and fascinated.

“You’re just making sure she grows up to be a better cook than me, aren’t you?” Rey finally asked.

Leia turned to her with a grin, jumping out of the chair and running to her mother, arms up, asking to be picked up.

“Hey,” Poe argued. “You never had a chance the way you grew up.”

Rey smiled, but his words reminded her once more of the conversation with Doneta. After dinner, Leia’s bath, and her bedtime, which always included some spur-of-the-moment story from Poe, Rey was still focused on it. After Leia was asleep, and they were getting ready for bed, she asked the question that had been plaguing her.

“Do you think I’m bossy?”

Poe’s eyebrows shot up as he stood straight from where he had been rearranging the pillows. “What?”

“Doneta said some things today, about how she observed out relationship. She says you always let me take control of you just like with the students. She made me feel… well, I don’t like the idea that people think I’m bossy.”

He laughed softly and shook his head. “I don’t think you’re bossy. Well,” he amended. “Not anymore, anyway.” He walked up to her and took her hands in his. “You are strong-willed and independent and you know what you want and how to get it. I thank the Force every day that I was one of the things you wanted.”

She snorted softly. “She just made it seem like you were this super tough hero who intimidated everyone, but with me you were… submissive.”

“Well, I am. You’re the boss at the school, and I want everyone to know it.”

“That’s what I told her, but…”

“But, what?”

“I don’t want anyone thinking less of you.”

“Anyone who thinks less of me because I follow the direction of a strong, intelligent, brave Jedi, who just happens to be my wife, doesn’t deserve our consideration.”

Rey smiled and nodded. “Yeah. You’re right.” She took a deep breath, then continued. “Then she asked if I was in charge in the bedroom.”

“And what, exactly, did you tell her?”

“I told her sometimes, but that most of the time it was the other way around. I didn’t elaborate.”

Poe smirked and moved into her space. “So, you didn’t tell her how much you love to be praised? How you like to be pinned down? Spanked? Fucked hard? How you’ll do anything I tell you to, because you know I’ll make you come so hard you see stars?”

Suddenly, Rey was totally and embarrassingly aroused. How this man could do that to her with just words always amazed her. “Of course I didn’t tell her that,” she whispered. “That’s between you and me and no one else.”

“Good girl,” he whispered back.

Rey’s breath caught, as it always did when he said that to her. Oh, how she loved it when he praised her, especially when he was buried deep in her cunt, making her scream.

“Is Leia still sleeping?” Poe asked her.

Rey made herself focus and directed her mind toward the bedroom next door, sensing her daughter’s thoughts through the Force. “Yes,” she told her husband.

“Then get on your knees,” he said as he started to unbuckle his belt.

“So bossy,” Rey smirked, but immediately dropped to her knees.

THE END