TTCCH I: Alcohol

 

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Summary

You are out with your friends for a night of drinking when  Cal Kestis offers to buy you a drink. You don't know him as a Jedi, instead learning he is a wealthy man. Going home with him brings the realization that he's not a good guy. He might even be a major supplier on the black market.
Rating: 18+
Words: 4.2K

Trigger Warnings: 
Dead Dove: Don't Eat, Non-Con, Drugging, Numbness, Needles, Lactation, Hucow, Kidnapping

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The crowded bar is playing loud music with no defining melody. Loud electronic sounds and the steady thump of the bass deafen you and your friends at the VIP table. You weren’t supposed to be celebrating your best friend’s birthday on her actual birthday. You were going to celebrate with her in a week when your schedule cleared up; when school is no longer stealing your attention. But Allory’s idiot boyfriend, ex-boyfriend, ended their relationship instead of taking her to their dinner reservation. Now you and Faetha have to pick up the pieces. 

Of course, you threw together a celebration and made a reservation you can’t afford at this horrible nightclub. You should be home studying for university finals, but you can’t leave Allory to suffer alone. You’re waiting for the bartender to notice you so you can get another drink for yourself and the sobbing birthday girl. Lost in thought, you toy with the two empty glasses, hoping returning the dishware will warrant faster service. 

“Can I buy you a drink?” 

You turn at the shouted request, expecting to see a disgusting older man hitting on you. Instead, you see a handsome, age-appropriate man smiling down at you. His bright orange hair and stubble contrast with his twinkling green eyes. 

“Only if you wanna buy for two.” 

His eyebrows furrow in confusion before pressing his plump lips together. “Boyfriend?” 

“Best friend.” 

He smirks. “I’m afraid I’m not interested in your best friend, only you.” 

“Too bad. She could use the confidence boost. It’s her birthday and her asshole boyfriend chose today to break up with her.” 

“Scum bag.” He says. 

“So you knew him.” 

The man laughs at your joke, his pretty eyes crinkling from the motion. You glance at the rest of his appearance; he’s covered up, but you can tell he has a powerful physique. It’s fitting that a guy like this would take an interest in you on the one night you absolutely cannot entertain it. 

“Alright, I’ll buy for her too, as long as it means I have a chance with you tonight.” 

“Another night I’d say yes. But she needs me.” 

You attempt to flag down the bartender but go unnoticed amongst the other demanding patrons. You feel yourself growing frustrated at being forced to stand next to this tempting man while waiting. The man beside you gestures to the bartender and receives immediate service. 

“Three martinis.” 

The bartender nods once and prepares the drinks in a flamboyant fashion, likely looking for a good tip. 

“What makes you think we want martinis?” 

“Well, you either enjoy martinis or you’ve taken it upon yourself to help the staff clean up used dishware.” 

Your face heats as you look down at the empty v-shaped glasses. “Sorry, that was…” 

“Don’t worry about it. You can make it up to me by letting me buy all the drinks for your friend tonight.” 

You roll your eyes and sigh at his predictability. “So you’ll take whatever you can get, huh? Now that I’m off the table.” 

“Oh, I’d very much like for you to be on my table. However, I assume your friend plans on blacking out tonight.” 

You ignore his crude attempt to flirt with you. “And you plan on taking advantage of that.” 

“Not in the slightest. I’m interested in you. If she blacks out, I assume you’ll hold her hair. However, if she believes a mystery suitor is sending her drinks, she’ll control herself. And you’ll be free tonight.” 

You take two of the three prepared drinks as the man beside you settles the tab, tipping handsomely. 

“Maybe I want to spend tonight with her.” 

The man shrugs and gives you a sidelong look. “If you want to spend tonight with her, point me out as the man who only bought drinks to get in your pants.” 

“Maybe I will.” 

He leans in and you breathe in his cologne; it smells expensive and you inhale deeply. “However, if you’d rather spend tonight with me, tell her the bartender informed you that a secret admirer paid for her drink.” 

You shake your head to clear your mind of his intoxicating aura and scent. “Oh, I’ll definitely be pointing you out.” 

His lips curl upwards at your stubbornness. “I’ll await your signal.” 

You huff and walk away from the stranger, mulling over his offer. It’s inappropriate to trick your friend so you can get laid. However, it’s not the worst idea to tell a white lie to keep her from drinking too much. It saves you from a long night of taking care of a sobbing and puking mess, making it a preferable choice. 

Any other week you’d do everything for this woman, but this week has been excruciating enough without playing maid and therapist. Between finals and working full time in a shit job to make ends meet, blowing off some steam sounds like a dream. Plus, this guy said he’ll pay for drinks for Allory; the best help is financial help. 

“What took so long? Allory kept trying to steal my drink.” Says Faetha. 

Allory rolls her eyes, then pouts. “I need a drink in my hands at all times tonight.” 

You hand over a drink which sloshes as she grabs it. “You need to slow down or you’re about to have the worst birthday.” 

Allory gestures around the cozy seating area. “I’m already having the worst birthday.” 

You ignore the insult. “I think you should reconsider that.” 

“Yeah, right.” 

“I’m serious.” 

“Me too.” 

There’s an awkward stand off, and Faetha looks around the packed dance floor. You follow her gaze, and past the gyrating bodies; alone at a table, sits the redheaded stranger making direct eye contact. You lick your lips, and he smirks knowingly. The action alone makes you want to point him out as some creep, but you don’t want to console and clean up Allory all night. She could use the confidence boost, and you could use the break. 

“Allory, I only paid for my drink, yours was already paid for.” 

She shoots you a wide-eyed look. “What do you mean?” 

“The bartender said you have a secret admirer.” 

“Really?” 

Faetha’s mouth drops open, her drink lowering. “No way.” 

“Yeah, so chill with the drinking.” 

A big smile overtakes Faetha’s face, and she reaches to grab a menu off the small center table. “Does this mean we can order food now? Because I am hungry. Plus, I gotta work tomorrow. I don’t wanna be hungover.” 

Allory waves off Faetha’s question and glances around the room. “Did the bartender say who?” 

Mild panic rises in your throat, but you take a sip of your gifted drink to wash it away. “No, I tried to look around to see if anyone was watching, but nothing. And yes, let’s get food, please.” 

Allory displays her best behavior, sitting pretty while sipping each drink, another one always appearing as she finishes the previous. To your relief, she also eats and maintains a reasonable level of drunk. 

Collectively, you decide to dance and make your way out onto the dance floor. It’s normally fun to dance with your friends, but all three of you are on edge, heads swiveling, looking for Allory’s mystery man. Part of you worries the stranger is watching, and the other part hopes he is. You move with more seduction, hoping to keep his attention as you dance, but he stays out of sight; odd for someone who wants to sleep with you. 

After an unsuccessful mating dance, the three of you return to the table and discuss going home. Allory huffs and complains about the lack of attention, and Faetha tries to convince Allory to leave, desperate to go before it gets much later. 

“We can’t go. I don’t know who my secret admirer is yet.” 

You hold her shoulders with care. “I’ll give the bartender your number when I close out my tab, since they know who it is.” 

“Nooooo.” 

Faetha picks up her coat and purse, impatient as ever. “Girl please, I am so tired and I want to go home.” 

“I can’t believe I’m not gonna get laid on my birthday.” 

Faetha gives Allory a frustrated look. “Maybe he actually likes you and wants to take you on a proper date.” 

“Yeah, right.” 

You give a sympathetic smile. “It’s worth a try.” 

She pouts. “Fine, go give ‘em my number.” 

Grateful that your suggestion worked, you head towards the bar to close out your tab and pretend to hand over Allory’s number. The bar is still full, and you squeeze between a couple of bodies to wave down the bartender. The familiar scent of the stranger fills your nose as a body presses up beside you. 

“So you’ve made your choice?” 

The bartender ignores you again. “It was nice of you to pay for her drinks, but I need to make sure she gets home safely.” 

“I’ve already ensured a taxi will be ready, so you can send her home safely.” 

You whip your head to face him. “What? You have taxis at your disposal?” 

“Careful, your friend is watching.” The charming man chuckles and raises his hand, wrist still resting on the bar top, to get the bartender’s attention again. “You do know that you can order a taxi ahead, right?” 

The bartender acknowledges you both and you give your name to close out your tab. As he places the ticket on the bar top, you fish in your purse for credits, knowing groceries won’t be easy this next week. The stranger places a stack of credits down on your tab, causing you to glance back at Allory, who’s watching. 

“Hey! You be careful!” 

“Please, she can’t see my hand from this angle.” He says. “Send her home, then wait. I’ll join you out front once your friends are gone.” 

The man turns and leaves you alone at the bar. You make a show of pretending to write Allory’s number on the receipt before walking back to her and Faetha. Allory speculates further as to the identity of the suitor as you walk out to the curb. 

A taxi waits out front, and you load Allory into it; she doesn’t question the awaiting transport. Faetha says her goodbyes and starts her short walk home. 

“Get some rest. I’m sure you’ll hear from your mystery man in the morning.” 

Allory rolls her eyes. “Fine. Also, thank you for making me get out tonight.” 

“Of course, I love you.” 

“I love you.” 

As the taxi pulls away, Allory blows you a kiss, which you catch. 

You stare after her, wondering if you should have been in that taxi as well. 

“I was worried you wouldn’t stick around.” 

You turn to greet your stranger; keeping up your confident mask. “I’m intrigued. Not every day a guy pays for mine and my friend’s drinks, and her taxi ride home.” 

“You are well worth the cost.” He says. “I’m Cal.” 

“I’m-” 

He puts a hand up. “No need. I already caught your name when you closed out your tab. It is a pretty name, though.” 

His avoidance of hearing your name again makes you feel uneasy, but you suppose he is attempting to show he’s paying attention. You shake off the discomfort and change the subject. 

“So, do you live near here?” You ask. “Or were you hoping to go to my place?” 

He puts his hands in his pockets and smiles. “I don’t live near here, but I was hoping we could go to my place. It’s parked nearby.” 

You grimace. “Ew, you wanna fuck me in a ship?” 

He laughs and looks at his feet. “Oh, I apologize. I didn’t realize you’d prefer to be somewhere anchored to the ground.” 

“We can go to my place. It’s small, but there’s a bed.” 

“Of course, if you’d prefer your place to my luxury yacht, then let’s go to your place.” 

Your eyebrows raise. “Luxury yacht?” 

He narrows his eyes as his lips curl upwards. “You didn’t truly believe that I had a dingy old ship after paying for your good time tonight?” 

“I suppose that makes sense.” 

Cal shrugs. “Still, the choice is yours. A yacht isn’t everyone’s idea of a good time.” 

“Fine, you’ve piqued my curiosity again.” 

He gives you a toothy grin and holds out his arm. You accept and link your arms together, allowing him to guide you towards his ship. 

After a short walk, you come across a landing bay and see the yacht; a Stinger Mantis. This guy has an endless supply of money. Something you are finding more and more attractive. 

You’ll have money once you finish school; if you take the position offered by your father’s company. It’s a job; the money will be good, which is probably nice. You don’t have to love your job, it’s for money, but boy, you wish you could love your work. 

Cal leads you onto his ship and you look around the luxurious interior. One day you might afford something like this, after a few years of selling your soul to the executive lifestyle. Or, you could spend your time courting this guy, who’s wealthy enough you’d never have to work another day in your life. 

“Oh wow, I’ve never been in such a nice ship before. The living space is impressive.” 

Cal smirks. “Wait until you see the bedroom.” 

You give him a playful shove, releasing the grip you had on one another. Cal uses the momentum to make his way towards the kitchen. 

“May I offer you another drink? Or would you prefer something to sober you up?” 

You don’t feel the need to drink more. “I’d kind of like to sober up a bit for this.” 

“Coffee it is.” He says. “Do you take cream?” 

“Please.” 

You seat yourself as Cal opens the fridge to get the requested creamer. It takes a few moments before he joins you at the table and places a steaming cup of creamy coffee before you. He sits with his own cup of black coffee. 

Cal frowns as he speaks. “Here you are. Careful, it’s a bit hot.” 

“You seem disappointed.” 

He flashes another charming smile. “I am. Hot coffee means you’ll take longer to drink, which slows the events I had planned for tonight.” 

“That desperate to get me in the sack?” 

“Moreso excited to show you a good time.” 

You raise your brows. “Oh really? You think you’re that good?” 

“Please, I’m a smart man. I am very good, but it is not below me to use tools to uh, enhance pleasure.” 

You laugh at his admission. “Can’t do it yourself?” 

“And deny you peak enjoyment because of my pride? Never.” 

You bite your lip, your heart hammering in your chest at the thought of this man using sex toys on you; the fact he doesn’t shy away from them is hot. You take a few sips of your coffee, feeling soothed by the comforting hot drink. 

“Coffee’s really good.” 

“I’m glad you are enjoying it. I only allow the finest goods on this ship.” 

“So it’s expensive?” 

“Yes, I get both the coffee and cream from the best vendors in the galaxy.” 

You smirk this time. “So these tools you plan on using, they’re the highest quality as well?” 

He nods. “Of course.” 

“Do you use them on every girl you bring here? Cuz that’s kind of gross.” 

He puts down his coffee cup as you drink from yours. “I have enough money that you won’t have to worry about sharing.” 

You shake your head. “So wasteful.” 

“I am hopeful you’ll be sticking around after a night with me. No waste required.” 

You narrow your eyes and chuckle. “You have a huge ego.” 

“Would you rather I lacked confidence? I assure you that you would not be here right now if I were not confident.” 

You take another sip. “Confidence is enticing.” 

“As are you.” 

You blush and try to regain composure. “I’m sure you say that to every girl.” 

“Ah, but I don’t want every girl.” 

You lace your voice with sarcasm. “Right.” 

He leans forward and lowers his voice. “If I wanted a hole to warm my cock, I would have allowed your friend to blackout and had my way with her.” 

“So you have baseline morals, good for you.” 

“I hardly deserve credit for such things. I want you to know that I wanted you. The moment I saw you, I wanted to do anything I could to keep you around.” 

You roll your eyes. “Oh, I’m sure you’ll be done with me by tomorrow morning.” 

His eyebrows raise. “You doubt your worth?” 

“I doubt the ability of a man to love after cumming.” 

Cal smiles and glances at your near empty mug. “I very much want to keep you around, long past tonight. You are exactly what I’ve been looking for.” 

You instinctively raise the drink to your lips. “I guess we’ll see tomorrow morning.” 

He places a finger on the bottom of your mug and tips it, encouraging the liquid into your mouth. “I suppose we will.” 

You maintain eye contact and drain the rest of the beverage. “I’m finished. Let’s get this show on the road. The sooner we start, the sooner I get to say ‘I told you so’ once you’ve unloaded.” 

Cal stands and offers you his arm again. “This way.” 

You feel lightheaded from all the alcohol tonight and cling to Cal’s arm as he leads you to his elegant bedroom. A large bed sits in the middle and you find yourself eager to lie down. He guides your weakening body to the bed and gestures for you to sit, ensuring that you are steady before releasing your arm. To your surprise, he kneels down to remove your high heels and places them out of reach. 

There’s a sense of uneasiness in your stomach at how drunk you are finding yourself. You didn’t drink that much; well, you had a lot, but you paced yourself and ate food. There’s no way you’re this drunk; maybe it’s the nerves of sleeping with a new man. You’ve only had a couple of one-night stands and you usually are much drunker for the main event. 

Cal climbs to his feet and removes his suit jacket, folding it and placing it on the back of a nearby chair. You watch, excitement building in your belly as he unbuttons and takes his time rolling the sleeves of the stark white dress shirt. He glances at your face for a moment, but his gaze drifts down to your cleavage, lingering there for longer than you would have liked. 

He straddles your thighs, pushing you backwards, keeping his face an inch from yours. You fall backwards onto the plush surface and the room spins as you lay still on his bed. Cal tilts your chin and gives you a sinister smile, making you wonder if he knows you aren’t feeling well. 

He tugs on the zipper of your dress and peels it from your body, folding the thin material and dropping it on the floor. You lie there, trapped, your limbs feeling too heavy to lift. Cal seems unbothered by this development and busies himself with getting you out of your bra and underwear, which join your dress unceremoniously on the floor. 

His eyes trail along your exposed skin, lingering again on your exposed breasts; hands moving to palm the mounds of flesh. A moan slips past your useless lips, and you realize you can’t form words. You try to lift any part of your body, but nothing moves, not even a single finger. 

His eyes meet yours at your uttered sound, smirking at the desperation in your eyes. The bed dips, your body rolls towards the voided space as he shifts his balance, his left fingers roll your nipple, forcing it to an erect state. He examines the developments carefully, green eyes dark and focused, before taking it into his mouth. 

He sucks and nibbles on the bud, but your back doesn’t arch, before pulling his warm mouth off with a pop and examining it again. Cal smiles at the painfully hard and bright red nub while his hand squeezes the base of your breast and pulls towards the nipple. You gasp at the sensation, desperately wanting him to repeat it. 

Cal doesn’t oblige, but he repeats the entire process with your other breast, leaving both nipples wanting. He stands and retrieves a metal case from his nightstand. You can’t see what’s inside and lay helpless, wishing you could ask, wishing you could scream, wishing you could run. Part of you feels panicked, but an ominous calm has overtaken the part of your brain that feels fear; he must have drugged you with the coffee. 

You watch, only eyeballs moving, as he pulls out a small needle from the case, depressing the plunger. He fills the syringe with a clear fluid, holding it up to the light, pushing out some of the liquid, and moving towards the side of your breast. You want to scream, to tell him no, but only a whimper escapes your lips. 

Cal doesn’t acknowledge the noise, instead raising your arm above your head, exposing your entire right side to the tiny needle. A sharp pain enters the outside of your right breast, and you wince. The pain subsides as a fuzzy feeling overtakes the area and your entire breast becomes numb. Nausea spikes, and you break out in a cold sweat, unable to do anything to find relief from the horrors he inflicts on your body. 

Cal reaches out and brutally flicks your nipple while maintaining eye contact, but you don’t feel it. He hums and pulls out a second, much larger needle, and you understand what he intends to do. You are grateful for the numbing, assuming it is one of the few mercies he will offer you.

He moves through the motion of filling the large syringe with a worrisome amount of thick and milky fluid. You hold your breath as he injects into the same side; there isn’t pain, but you can feel the fluid pushing deep into the center of your breast. You feel woozy from seeing your body subjected to unknown medical experimentation. 

He moves through the same motions with your left breast without so much as a glance at your face. You wonder what he’s doing, what any of this could mean. He’s obscenely wealthy, and it’s a distinct possibility he sells body parts on the black market. Could he be preserving your breasts to remove them from your chest for the highest bidder? Your stomach turns at the thought of watching him saw them right off your body. 

Cal finishes his work and leans forward to kiss your forehead while his hands find your still numb breasts. You watch as he squeezes and pulls both breasts in a repetitive motion, still not feeling anything. 

The motions continue for about ten minutes and you are realizing the sensation is coming back much quicker than you expected. To your relief, there isn’t any pain associated with the return of feeling. If anything, the tugging and kneading almost feel good, like a deep tissue massage. 

The flesh under his fingers appears to swell from the stimulation, or maybe they’re full of that mystery liquid. You cry out when his thumbs brush over your nipples; rock hard and aching. Cal flashes a smile at you and lowers his mouth to one of the erect buds, causing another moan. 

He latches his lips around the nipple and sucks hard, still massaging the meat of your breast. He takes more of your breast into his mouth and sucks and licks at the abused skin. All his efforts cause a struggled sound to exit your lips when you feel, to your horror, liquid spill out of your nipple. Cal continues to coax the fluid out, guzzling what shouldn’t exist in your body; eyes closed until he finishes and sits up to let you see the white on his lips. 

His tongue darts out to capture the remaining droplets. He focuses all his efforts now on the untapped breast, sucking and milking it like a starved man. 

It’s all so wrong, you shouldn’t be able to produce milk, you’ve never been pregnant, the second injection must have jump started your ducts. The unnatural sensation causing a heat to develop between your legs, you scold your body for enjoying this. This shouldn’t be enjoyable; he’s using your body against your will. Yet moans spill as easily from your lips as the milk from your breast, and your cunt aches for similar attention. 

Cal understands what your body craves, and his free hand snakes down to stroke once along your slit. He chuckles into your breast at the obvious wetness and rubs deliberate circles on your clit. If this were remotely consensual, you’d be writhing under him in pleasure. Instead, you elicit a string of needy sounds against your will. 

He deftly works your body until you clamp down hard, walls pulsating. Cal rubs and sucks you all the way through it, going past your limits and pushing your body into over-stimulation. You whine, begging him to stop, which he obliges after having his fill. 

Cal moves to kiss you, allowing you to taste the milk left on his lips. It’s disgusting and despicable, but the best milk you’ve ever tasted. You’re exhausted from the drugs and the orgasm. As Cal stops kissing you, you fall asleep on his soft bed. 

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