Rules of the Game

“Rules of the Game”

One-shot non-canon Jaylee pairing.
Pre-Series, rated NC-17 for extreme sexual situations

“Got a choice, lil’girl,” said the powerfully built man as he advanced on Kaylee, knife in hand. “Strip, or get ‘em cut off. I mean to have ya.”

There was no nonsense in his tone, and any negative answer would not be taken well, that much was certain. She stood there, stock still with fear, in her bunk. Kaylee backed away as best she could, trying to avoid his reach. She held up a hand to ward him off.

“Don’t..Don’t hurt me, please.” She implored, Kaylee was powerful afraid, knew there was no way to escape this, and knowing just as well that she had to. But somehow, she was resigned to it, he was too large, too quick, and obviously intent. “I’ll do it, just don’t hurt me.”

“Then get ‘em off now, or I will!” he replied, the knife glinting in the low light of the bunk.

Kaylee suppressed a small whimper of fear, began unzipping her coveralls, shrugging them off her shoulders suggestively. A little too suggestively.

Her attacker grunted in satisfaction. “You want it, don’t ya?” he asked, licked his lower lip in anticipation. “You ain’t half as scared as you let on.”

She managed a weak smile. “If you’re not mean, I could be, well, nice.”

-Run, girl, run- she told herself searching for a plan, anything that would save her.
-Distract him somehow, anyhow, and run- It would work, it had to work.

He advanced on her and she could smell the mix of gun oil and musk on him as he was closer. Despite her fear, it was a good smell. He growled in warning, “I’m gonna put this away, and we’re gonna have a little fun. So behave, lil’ girl, ‘cause if you don’t, you get punished.” He moved closer still, sheathing the knife and grabbing the frightened mechanic in one blur of motion. Holding her arms, he kissed her roughly, hungrily. She fought against natural instinct to push away from him, knowing she was overpowered.
-Just give him what he wants- she thought, resigned-and he’ll go away-

So, she kissed back, her tongue mingling with his own, kicked off her boots, getting out of her coveralls completely. He broke the kiss only to take off his own clothes, looked down to get at his own spats and boots.

Suddenly Kaylee darted away, half naked, and tried to make the ladder. She never had a chance. She screamed as his arm shot out quick as gun fire, catching her by the forearm and pulling her back to him, the knife out at her throat. She stopped struggling instantly.
“You wanna die, lil’girl?” he hissed angrily. “Pull another stunt like that, I’ll cut ya and rape ya while you’re dying!”

Kaylee stopped moving immediately. Her face scrunched up in disgust. She turned to face him. “Ew, Jayne.” She said. “Not sexy. Kinda gross.”

“Huh?” the merc stopped his act. “Oh, okay. Dead not a turn-on, gotcha.” He nodded
His understanding of the game, then shrugged. “Sorry, ain’t used to rape fantasies.”
It was truth. Jayne’s world was simpler. You didn’t have to force whores. They were paid to comply. He brought the knife back to his sheath, took hold of Kaylee and brought her up close. A wicked grin broke his face. “Don’t stop the fightin’ though, I kinda like that.”

Undaunted and wanting their game to continue, Kaylee began pulling away from him again, pummeling his chest with her fists. “No! You can’t..Stop..No!” she cried out, but as his interest was purely in her half-naked form, Jayne didn’t even feel it. He took one arm and wrapped it around her, pulling her around and backing her into him. The knife went up again, and she took her cue, stopping instantly.

“Had yer chance, now they’re getting’ cut off.” And with that he quickly slid the knife’s edge under her shirt, slicing downwards, deftly. The fabric slit open with ease. Kaylee gasped in a mixture of fright and surprise. She’d figured he was handy with his knife, but not this handy. Her surprise was not over, however, as he pressed the side of the blade against her smooth, flat belly, just above her panty. The coolness of the metal giving her heated flesh a shiver. She drew in a quick breath.

Then, just as quick, the blade moved again, slicing through the thin strap. He’d sheathed the blade again before she could even react.

Jayne took his free hand, pulled the shirt and underwear off her, tossing them to the floor.
She was completely exposed, vulnerable. He kept his hold on her, began kissing the nape of her neck. His voice rumbled behind her ear, low, in between his burying his mouth on her. “You’re gonna help me now.” He ordered. “Undo ‘em and don’t try nothin’”

Kaylee let a small, almost unnoticeable smile escape her lips. “You’re a bad man, Jayne Cobb.” And she reached behind her to loosen his belt, then unbuttoning his pants and starting to tug at his zipper. His hands traveled to her breasts, and he cupped them, kneading with just the right amount of force. She moaned quietly, finishing his zipper. She could feel him, rock hard already, through the fabric.

“Bad man?” he replied in a hushed whisper, a trace of amusement in his voice. “Yeah, I’m a bad man, worst kind,” he smiled. “The kind you like.” He let one hand travel down her stomach, trailing her belly, through the downy hair of her nethers, and further still, to her sex. He began to stroke her there, for incentive.

It worked.

Kaylee reached inside his shorts, aroused, and slipped her fingers around him, feeling the silken hardness of his manhood. She began to stroke as well, heard Jayne groan low at her touch. He kicked off his boots, began carefully to get out of his own clothes. Kaylee turned to face him, and a surge of raw lust fuelled Jayne. He brought her back closer to him, buried his face in her neck, and grabbed a handful of her hair in the process. He let his other hand travel back again as she resumed her stroking of him as well, finding her more than ready for him. His fingers slicked with her moistness, he searched for that tightly bundled group of nerves, then finding them, began to tease her even further.

Kaylee shuddered, grasping his arms for purchase, thrusting out her hips to meet his touch. His voice, already rough, was then low and demanding, gruff with his role and desire. “Get on your knees and kiss it.”

Kaylee looked up at him, wide-eyed. “You, you want me to,” she gulped. “do that?”

Jayne chuckled. She was playing the virgin well, but he knew otherwise. Kaylee, however, was distracted. “All right,” she answered, “But you gotta stop, or I’m gonna”
Her eyes went half closed, a group of small gasps escaping her. Jayne stopped his stroking at once, aggressiveness kicking in. “Yeah, I want you to. Do it!”

In truth, he knew if she became too afraid, or felt he was going too far, he’d stop immediately. But she’d asked him to be mean. So mean he was. “Now!” he ordered.

Kaylee knelt down, looked up at him. “Bad man.” She said, stroking him further, smiling as she saw the first few beads of his of his arousal appear. He kept hold of her, not using force, but merely to keep up their agreed-on control.

She kissed the tip of his hardness, taking those few drops on her lips as they covered his head slightly. Then she took him into her mouth, smiling to herself as she heard Jayne’s long groan. She toyed with him a while, working on him, felt Jayne tremble as she took all of him. His knees almost betrayed him, leaving him gasping from the pleasure.

In a few moments he was so close he could feel it building. And though he didn’t really want her to stop, he knew that it wouldn’t be fair.

This was her fantasy, not his.
And his were best left unsaid.

He put a hand against the wall to steady himself, trying to regain his self control.
“Kaylee,” he said, hoarsely, almost to a breaking point. “Ya, ya gotta stop.”

She did stop, but looked up at him. –Game’s not over- she thought, a trace of whimsy in her thoughts–But he should a spent by now- “Ya don’t like it?”

“Oh yeah,” he replied, gaining his composure. “You’re real good at that.” He grinned.
“Mite too good.” He looked back down at her, intent clear in his eyes. “Want something else more.”

She tried to look shocked, afraid, but the smile in her eyes didn’t match the horrified expression her mouth was making. She stayed kneeling, but began to back away again, then stopped as her bunk halted her progress. “No, not that, please.” Trapped between her bed and the naked mercenary in front of her, she made an offer. “I, I’ll do what I was doing ‘til you’re..spent. But not, not inside me, please.” A final wide-eyed, piteous look.
“I’m saving myself for marriage!”

Jayne almost broke into disbelieving laughter. “Marriage?” he guffawed. “Girl gives it that good, she can’t be a virgin!” he said, barely suppressing a snicker.

“I was, an’ I did!” Kaylee retorted, not amused. She became indignant. “If you’re not gonna play along-“

“Hold on, now,” Jayne soothed, not wanting this over because of his gaffe. “I’m sorry. I’m sure you were a good girl.” He bent down and picked her up again. “C’mon..”

“Big huandan.” Kaylee remarked, smiled. “Okay.” She said, and then shook a finger. “No more jokes!”

Jayne nodded, and then got back into his role, his accent deepening. “I mean to have ya anyway I can, lil’girl.” He grabbed her by the shoulders. “You’re gonna get ruined, face it.”

Kaylee began to fight again, too heated up to let the moment be spoiled. She smacked his chest again, harder this time, trying to ward him off. “No, you can’t”

“Yes I gorram will.” He replied and picked her up in both arms with ease, dropping her on the bunk. She shifted to the corner, trying vainly to escape Jayne’s clutches. But despite this, he wasn’t fooled one bit.

The games rules called for pursuit and capture.
But the capture was wanted, all the same.

Determined, Jayne grabbed her legs, pulled her back to the edge of the bunk.

“Please, no..I’m a good girl.” Kaylee protested as Jayne took her legs and spread them roughly, making her gasp in a combination of shock and excitement. He reached out to her, began teasing her all over again, intent on bringing her to the same fevered pitch he was already at. His fingers explored her with purpose, and soon she was at that same pitch, making small but intense sounds in the back of her throat.

-Good gorram, this is makin’ me hotter ‘n Beylix on a summer day- Jayne remarked inwardly. Her nimble body squirmed on the bunk. He could sense how close she was, ready, but suddenly a though hit him. “Roll over, lil’girl.”

Kaylee, unknowing, was momentarily thrown. “Shu mu?”

Jayne impatiently grabbed her hip, rolled her halfway on her side, and smacked her backside. “Move!” he commanded, and the look in his eyes convinced Kaylee that he wasn’t foolin’.

The game’s rules had just changed.

She turned over, rubbing the spot he’d struck. “Ya didn’t have to do that.” She complained, a petulant look on her face. The slap did sting, but not in the usual way.
She raised an eyebrow, a slight smile spreading. “An’ just why am I rollin’ over?”

-The ‘Verse’s dumbest question- Jayne thought. He grabbed her arm, replied, “You been bad, an’ now I’m gonna punish ya.” He rolled her back on her stomach, held her down with one arm, and raised the other hand, palm flat. Kaylee tried to break free, but his grip was too strong.

“I wasn’t bad!” she complained, her good nature giving way to a slight panic. “You’re makin’ me wanna..”

“Oh yes you were bad, fightin me like that.” Jayne answered, an evil tone in his voice. He looked down at the mechanic, a slightly frightened doe-like look on her face, the wolf’s smile on his own. “And now you’re gettin’ it.” He let fly, a loud smack resounding on Kaylee’s pert ass.

“Ow!” Kaylee exclaimed, struggling, trying to cover herself with her free hand.
“Stop it! That’s-“

“What a bad girl gets.” Jayne continued, but for each time he struck he also stroked, mixing the discipline with pleasure. Kaylee, beginning to understand, relaxed slightly, enough so that by the time he was alternating his caresses and swats, she offered herself up to him, trusting his change in course.

She looked up at him, a mischievous look in her eyes. “My daddy whupped me sometimes,” she let out a small laugh. “But not like this.”

“Ain’t all I’m gonna do he didn’t” Jayne growled in response. Taking his free hand, he slid it underneath her, resting it on her nethers, and the next time he struck, she needed no explanation. Fully half the force of the strike had transferred to his other hand, and into her as well. To Kaylee, the sensation was incredible.

Jayne kept it going, and Kaylee, already pent up from what he’d been doing earlier, was in a fit. Then, inexplicably, she raised her head, made another request Jayne never expected from her. Her voice was hesitant, almost a schoolgirl whisper.

“Jayne,” quiet. Her voice breathy. It sounded so sweet he almost choked.

“Yeah?”

“Tie me up.” It was a request and a question at the same time. He stopped momentarily, saw the look of nervous hope in her eyes. This vulnerable, she was afraid that he’d either not understand, or worse, start making fun of her. She prepared herself mentally for laughter or some insult, but his response wasn’t what she expected either.

“Okay, “ he said plainly, not a concern or amusement in his expression. “Where’s the rope?”

-Sweet Buddha, thank you- “Under my bunk.”

Jayne went underneath the bunk, came back up with several lengths of rope in his hands and a wicked gleam in his eyes. “Gimme your hands.” He instructed, and in no time at all, had Kaylee so compromised that no amount of explanation would save her if the crew interrupted them, save perhaps Inara.

-Is there anythin’ ‘bout sexin’ he don’t know about?- she wondered briefly.

Her wrists, bound together, were tied to the top of the bunk. Her ankles, parted and tied separately, were bound to the lower rungs. She lay there, still, trembling with nervousness, on her belly.

“Better now?” Jayne asked, a grin on his face. In his opinion, this was a definite improvement on the game.

Kaylee tried to get loose. It was hopeless. “Uh-huh.” She answered, the nervousness in her trembling betraying her voice. “But I’m really trustin’ you now.”

Jayne understood the warning for what it was. “Who they gonna believe, Kaylee, You tied up?. Or me, who did the tyin’?”

“Me, I guess.”

“Okay, then.” He replied and then bent down to his pants pocket, retrieving something. “Was gonna use this later, but.” He said, unraveling a strip of black silk, “now seems like a rightsome time.” He leaned over her, tying it around her eyes, and then her sight was cut off. “Yep, that does it.” He said, satisfied. He stood there a moment, said wistfully,
“Wish I had a capture.”

“Don’t you dare!” came the shocked reply.

Jayne chuckled, but said nothing else. A few moments passed, Kaylee wasn’t sure just how long, and she laid there, helpless, slightly afraid. Not being able to see his expression was worrisome to her a bit. Jayne was an easy read, it was part of his simplicity about things. But even that small comfort was gone now.

“Jayne, what..where are you now?” She asked quietly, thinking and fearing he’d gone to find what he’d wanted. He still didn’t respond, but suddenly she felt the bunk shift. Then as he moved onto it, she felt him between her legs again, but this time, it was all of him. He loomed over her, his powerfully built body eclipsing hers. Kaylee could feel his hips between her thighs, his chest covering her back. He reached out for the back of her neck, took it in one broad hand. He brought her head up to meet his, and her mouth went slack suddenly from the intensity of their closeness.

“Bad lil’girl,” he husked, voice low and ominous. “gettin’ me all worked up like this.”

He let go of her neck and ran his hand over her ass, then down again, the control he was exerting over her drawing her into shudders. Kaylee could feel his hardness pressing against her, throbbing. He kissed her deeply, possessing her, his tongue searching her mouth. She returned the kiss, her own ardor just as inflamed. There had been, in their past trysts, a letting off steam quality to it. This was completely different.

Kaylee felt a wave of desire sear through her, and wanted more than just his hand again. She broke the kiss and spoke, her own voice hushed with arousal. There was an almost desperate tone to it, inviting but intense. She was beyond Chinese euphemisms, only plain English would suffice.

“Bad Girl?” she husked, her breathing coming in gasps. “Then fuck me, Jayne.”
She shuddered again as he worked on her. “Please, god, oh please, fuck your bad lil’girl.”

He needed no other invitation. Knife in hand, he cut the ropes loose, turning her onto her back to face him, left the blindfold on. He raised her hips slightly, smiled as she gasped in anticipation. Moving closer, he teased the tip of himself into her soft, warm folds, the heat increasing an he slid into her, the sensation making them both cry aloud. Kaylee moaned as she felt him enter her, wrapped her legs around him in response. He began making slow thrusts into her, wanting it to last as long as possible. He might not get an opportunity like this with her again. Jayne grabbed her wrists, one in each hand and pinned her down as he continued.

“You didn’t wanna save it, did ya, lil’girl?” he asked, his voice the very devil in her ears.
“Ya like it too much.”

Kaylee, blind to everything but sensation, could only respond between shudders and breaths. “You huandan,” she insulted him “I’ll never.. Like it. with you.”

“But you’re a good girl, right?” Jayne teased, not bothered in the least. He was a bastard, was going to play this to the hilt.. “Good girls, they don’t rut like this. You’re bad.”

“No, I’m not.” She retorted, her own sense of self almost shattered by his notions. Decency, diminished, gone. It wasn’t fair. “You weren’t ‘sposed to talk like this..”
She complained. “I can’t..hell, won’t help likin’ it.”
“Say it.”

“No.”

“Say it, Kaylee.”

“I ain’t gonna..”

He pulled the blindfold off her head, one-handed, regained his grip on her wrist.
“Look at me an’ say it!” he told her, authority in his voice like never before. “Or I’m gonna stop.” He began to back away from her. “You don’t want that, right?”

He was right, Kaylee realized. –Not when I’m so close- she’d never felt this way with him before, not mere sexing, this was a tearing away of her sensibilities, but it wasn’t fair, not to a point where nothing else mattered. But she realized she’d never felt like this before with anyone. Had never been so overwhelmed. Just talking Jayne into this had been enough, she’d though. Now his attack, catching her completely off guard when she’d though he’d forgotten the whole idea, the domination, his very control of her in a way she’d always feared and quietly hoped for. It was all too much. She knew she wanted to confess it, deeply. But to let him tear away everything, could she?

She must have been thinking too long, as Jayne moved away again. “Okay, you’re getting punished some more.”

“No!” she yelped. “Don’t hurt me no more.” She felt as if her senses were at the brink of ruin. “I’m doing what you want, you bastard.” She threw the insult out again, meant it this time. Jayne was just bein’ evil.

Problem was, she didn’t give a damn anymore.

He reentered her, hissed. “Say it, bad girl.”

“I’m doin’ what I want, too.” It was out. the confession he’d wanted, good girl gone. Only her sensations remained.

Jayne began again, and knew he wasn’t going to stop until it was all out and done. He began building her and himself up again, wanting to hear her cry out.

“I know you, Kaylee, know you like this.” He husked in her ear again. “You wanna have it, you wanna come. Say it.”
Kaylee, for her part no longer cared who heard what as long as he kept going, her enjoyment was foremost in her mind. Whatever else there was could wait. As Jayne quickened his thrusts, everything rose up in her, spilling over, and she could barely answer his demands. “Make me..make me come.”

Jayne pinned her down, bit into the nape of her neck, and she cried aloud as her emotions and sensations went haywire. He let go and she wrapped her arms around his neck, her body writhing with her orgasm. Her cries became too loud, and he clamped a hand on her mouth, her orgasm increasing with the added submission. Jayne came as well, his own body sent into spasms as he began, knowing he could hold back no longer. He kept thrusting, Kaylee cries becoming soft whimpers as he spent himself inside her.

His groans subsided, and he collapsed onto the bunk, half on Kaylee, and half off. They were a tangle of bodies and limbs, spent, exhausted, and happy. After a few moments, Kaylee lifted her hands up. “Ahem.” She said. “Jayne?”

Jayne looked up. “Huh?, oh yeah.” And got the knife and cut the ties from her hands. She pulled the now destroyed rope off her wrists, rubbed them, they were a little reddened.
“Too tight.”

“If you hadn’t pulled so hard, they wouldn’t be” he said smugly, she responded by slapping his shoulder. “You okay?”

“Bad man fix lil’girl.” She replied with a soft giggle, kissing him. He caught a look at the bite on her neck, it was already purpling, would be nasty in an hour. She snuggled into the crook of his arm and chest, and they laid there a while together. Suddenly Kaylee shifted, brought herself up on one elbow, a look of uncertainty on her winsome features.

“Jayne,” she began “You don’t really think I’m bad, do ya, like a slut or nothin’?”
The question coming in a rush of nervousness.

-What the?- “Hell no, Kayleegirl. We were just playin’ around. It’s a game, right?”

“Well, I liked it an’ all.” She replied, rubbing her tender backside. “I just didn’t expect it to go so far.” She felt as if a guilty secret was now out of the bag, and didn’t know if she’d regret it or not.

Jayne saw her expression, chuckled as he lay there. “Hell, if I’d a known sooner-“

“What?” She prodded, punching him in the arm, squirmed against his big frame.

“We’d a done it more often.”

Kaylee kissed him again. “Bad man.” She murmured. “My bad man.”

“Bad lil’girl.” He replied, reaching for her.
He let his hands do the rest of his talking.