Firefly fic: Naughty or Nice
Title: Naughty or Nice?
Author: open_embrace
Recipient: sirenwater (for her Christmas present at serenity_santa)
Characters: Inara/Kaylee
Word Count: 2,849
Disclaimer: I own the words, Joss owns the people, places, and generally all the cool stuff.
Rating: NC17+
Warnings: Detailed sexin', D/s relationship, femslash (oh my!). This fic is sexually explicit, and does involve BDSM so if this kind of thing squicks you or you are underage, please don't read it.
sirenwater's request: I would very, very much love slash fanfiction. My favorite pairings are Mal/Simon and Kaylee/Inara... basically, I'm a slash/femslash fiend, and anyone that feeds the addiction is okay in my book. :) I enjoy fluff, angst or smut, or a combination of all three. Fic featuring a Dominant/submissive relationship dynamic would be appreciated, but not required. Kink (BDSM, rimming, all that fun stuff) is also very cool with me. Just sayin'.
*
Christmas approaches, and Kaylee has taken to wearing a wreath of tinsel on her head as she wanders about the ship. Mal teases and Jayne makes snide remarks, but the sight of the ship’s mechanic clambering around with spangles in her hair makes Inara smile.
Inara knows that Kaylee likes receiving presents just as much as she likes giving them, and so she reasons that finding something equally sparkly and festive for the rest of the slave’s body to wear would make both of them happy.
It is fortunate, she thinks, that the crew have had a large number of small, frequent jobs in the weeks leading up to Christmas, making it easy for her to spend the necessary time shopping planetside for what she wants. In the old days, she would simply have ordered something from the Guild, but since retiring from her trade she tries never to ask them for anything.
Kaylee should really not have been surprised when Inara wakes her one morning, hands her something soft and shimmery, and orders that she not wear anything else today. She takes the garment from her Mistress and her heart gives a sort of flutter as the silky fabric slides through her fingers. There’s not enough material here to cover all of her, not by a long shot. And how will she look traipsing around the engine room in this? But, obedient little slave that she is, she gets out of bed and slithers into the scrappy, shimmery outfit.
Its more spangles’n it is silk, Kaylee thinks wryly. The silk is more there to keep the glitter from getting out of place. She’s seen something like this only once before, when she peeked at something she wasn’t meant to see. Kaylee has never owned any real lingerie before, so she doesn’t know that it’s a teddy and that its designed for easy access without easy removal. She does know, however, that it barely covers her bottom, leaves her legs totally exposed, and is so see-through everywhere else that she may as well walk around Serenity naked.
Inara sweeps her eyes down her submissive’s body, gaze lingering for a few extra moments over the Kaylee’s hips and breasts, her nipples pressing desperately at the tight fabric that covers them but conceals nothing. She reaches out and rubs her thumb over one, feeling the little nub harden instantly at her touch.
“Good slave,” she smiles. “Just one more thing to make it perfect…”
She gracefully rises from the bed, the silk sheets falling from her bare skin like water. From somewhere behind the dresser she produces a pair of the tallest, shiniest, most beautiful shoes that Kaylee has ever seen, and for a second the submissive forgets how exposed she is.
Then she bends to slip her feet into the heels and feels Inara behind her, manicured fingers caressing her very uncovered rear, and she turns to the mirror. The image it shows her would have made her mother faint. “I look like a total chāng fù,” she gasps, both horrified and mesmerised by the sight of herself with breasts and lips barely concealed, her chest pushed forward by the posture of wearing five-inch heels.
Her Mistress appears in the mirror behind her, one hand stroking the curve of Kaylee’s waist and the other cupping one of her breasts. Her fingers work around and around Kaylee’s nipple, and with fascination they both watch her body respond.
Satisfied by its reaction, Inara’s fingers slowly descend over her slave’s belly, moving to caress the lips of her yīn hù. She leans close to Kaylee’s neck, breathing over her ear and biting her neck while the younger woman squirms. “Well, my little chāng fù slave, perhaps you should act the part…”
*
Half an hour later, Inara finally lets her slave leave the shuttle and stumble down to the engine room.
The lingerie is impractical and delicate, and the heels downright dangerous, but Kaylee is forbidden to remove them. Inara spends the day being unobtrusive, staying in her shuttle or sitting with Mal in the galley, drinking tea. The sound of their laughter drifting down to the engine room makes Kaylee nervous; she loves them both in their individually deserved ways, but she can’t help the feeling that they’re plotting something. Too many naughty ideas in both of their heads.
Mal’s the only one who really knows exactly what the relationship between the two women is; at least, the only one who officially knows. Zoe looks at them with a smile and a silent regard that says she can see it for what it is, and Kaylee has the feeling that River, seer and all that she is, knew from the moment the collar snapped around the slave’s neck. But Wash and Simon seem oblivious, and Jayne is too busy leering at the fact that the two of them now share Inara’s shuttle every night to notice anything else.
The walk from the shuttle to the engine room was agonising. Working in there all day knowing that everyone had seen her and could choose to watch her work is even harder. Kaylee’s face burns with shame, but she can’t help feeling pride at doing what her Mistress wants so publicly. This conflict of feelings has been making her rather flustered all day, and the way that the fabric rubs her clit just so is certainly not helping.
By the late afternoon, Serenity seems to be laughing at her.
Somehow she isn’t surprised that when she totters back up to Inara’s shuttle - after skulking around in the engine room longer than was strictly necessary in order to avoid eating with Wash’s bug-eyed staring and Jayne’s undisguised leer - it is to find her Mistress waiting for her, eyes dangerously bright.
Swallowing the complaints that had been filling her head and mouth, Kaylee quickly goes down onto her knees. One more look at her Domme’s face sends her down even further, forehead and palms pressing into the floor, desperate to show her submission. She can feel Inara’s eyes burning into her almost-bare backside as the position thrusts it up into the air; she can feel the oxygen burning in her lungs as her heart tries to thump its way out of her chest.
She listens, somewhere between intoxication and hysterical nervousness - has she displeased her Mistress? Or is it simply desire in the other woman’s eyes? - as light footfalls on the carpet circle around her, closer and closer until she’s almost writhing with suspense. Her breath is coming in excited gasps and she has to tell herself to calm down, forcing her body to behave.
Something slaps down hard across her ass, and Kaylee flinches, jumping in surprise as much as pain. She bites her tongue to contain a yelp and quickly shoves her face back down into the velvety softness of the floor. Inara strikes her once more, and this time Kaylee recognises the feel of the switch that smacks onto her soft skin. Her heart beats faster as she realises that her Mistress is not using the regular crop, but a stiffer one, one that Kaylee has often seen and begged to be allowed to touch, and that Inara has only used on her once before.
“Spread your arms out wide, slave,” the Domme’s voice is like silk, trailing over Kaylee’s trembling body. “And part your legs as well; I want a good view of you while I punish my little chāng fù.”
While Kaylee obeys, Inara leans down to rest a palm on the submissive’s backside, trailing her fingers slowly down and slipping them between the other woman’s legs, the switch slapping down hard onto her exposed rear. Kaylee tries to be silent as her Mistress’ fingers dip into her pussy, but though she keeps her position, she can’t keep herself from squirming, can’t hold back from clenching her slit around Inara’s touch.
In an instant, the fingers are pulled out and Kaylee feels the wetness on them as Inara’s hand slaps her rear. “Behave yourself, mei mei.” A dozen quick, hard strikes with the crop, and then there is a swishing of silk as Kaylee’s Mistress takes a few steps away. The panting slave strains for a clue of what her lover is doing, but before she can formulate a guess Inara is giving orders again.
“On the bed, Kaylee. Be sure that you remain in the correct position.”
The second she settles on the sheets, Inara is looping something around her right wrist and pulling it tight. She recognises the smooth sensation of soft, strong fabric sliding along her skin and struggles to control the thunderous pace of her heart while her Mistress restrains her other arm, securing her on the bed.
Then Inara is leaning on the pillows before her, hand cupping the little slave’s chin. “I was watching you today, slave. You made me proud, for the most part. Just one mistake… Do you know what you did wrong, Kaylee?”
Kaylee thinks guiltily of the moment in the engine room when she needed to climb up on some crates to reach a control panel. What choice had there been but to kick off the shoes? She would have injured herself trying to balance with them on…
“Took off my shoes without permission, Ma’am?” She tries to keep the shame out of her voice; instead, all that fills her words is the sound of a sub eager to provide the right answer. Inara smiles and strokes her hair briefly, before moving out of sight. Kaylee ducks her head back to the sheets, inhaling the adored scent of her Mistress on the linen. She’s not stupid enough to risk trying to peek over her shoulder.
“That’s correct, slave.” Inara seems to be moving something at the other end of the bed - something wooden, judging by the sounds it makes. There is a click, a faint groan of well-oiled hinges, and then quiet. “And are you ready to submit to your punishment?”
“Yes’m,” Kaylee stammers, not sure that she is. She knows, though, that the question is merely a reminder that punishment is coming, ready or otherwise. She can feel Inara’s fingers on her backside, for once not stroking or caressing; it feels like the Domme is measuring with her fingertips.
“Good.” Without warning, something hard and flat smacks down onto one cheek and Kaylee doesn’t have time to stop a loud yelp from escaping. “I got something special for us, slave.” Smack. “I think its… appropriate…” Smack. “… for the season.” Smack.
By the fourth spank, Inara is hitting uncharacteristically hard. The slave bites her lip, feeling tears welling up in her eyes. She cringes, waiting for the next strike, aware that her pussy is getting damp and her nipples are already totally stiff, but nothing comes. Instead, her Mistress moves around to stand beside her, bending down.
“Look, Kaylee. Look at our new toy.” Inara is holding something out just in front of Kaylee’s head. She looks up and examines it breathlessly.
The new toy is a paddle. Like the ones Kaylee has seen or used before, its made of smooth timber, shaped to fit into the Domme’s hand. This one, though, has been polished into a perfect shine, the dark wood glowing warmly. She knows without asking that this paddle is handmade, and made with exquisite care.
The Mistress shows her first one side and then the other. Each has a single word written on it; the word nice is etched on the first, the gouges deep enough to be clearly visible, and on the reverse are the letters spelling out naughty, each line a raised ridge. Kaylee shivers in anticipation.
“How long do you think the welts would remain, if I were to spank the word ‘naughty’ onto that pretty little bottom of yours, slave?” the Domme asks as she disappears once more. “Maybe then I’d make you walk around Serenity in just that revealing little apron I bought you on Ariel, and everyone could see how bad you’ve been…”
Kaylee groans. Inara raises her arm, and lets it fall.
The spanking that follows is relentless. Inara builds a rhythm, switching cheeks with each smack and flipping the paddle as she does so, so that after a few minutes one side of Kaylee’s ass is branded naughty and the other nice. The little sub isn’t even trying to be quiet anymore; head thrown back, she strains against her bonds, moaning again and again as wetness starts to drip onto the sheets, puddling under her writhing hips.
“Chant, slave!” Inara cries, her voice wild. Her need is rising, but she won’t stop - can’t stop - until her slave is fully repentant and sufficiently punished. “Repeat the words ‘I must never disobey my Mistress’!”
“I must never disobey my Mistress!” Kaylee forces her mouth to form the words, gasping for breath to give them voice.
“I must never disobey my Mistress!” The heat of her stinging skin is starting to turn to numbness.
“I must never disobey my Mistress!” The slap of the paddle on her skin weaves around her mantra until the rhythm is beating itself into her brain, her blood, her pulse…
“I must never….”
Then Inara is there, closer, her lips kissing the welts and the burning redness on her cheeks. She climbs on top of her slave, breasts pressing down on the back of the mechanic’s hips, her own wetness leaving sticky smears on Kaylee’s shoulder blades. She wraps her hands around the backs of the woman’s thighs and pries them apart further, thrusting her face down until her questing lips find their treasure.
Kaylee bucks her hips up towards her Mistress as she feels a warm tongue press into her slit. Inara’s breasts are jammed down against the freshly-spanked skin, but the pain only adds to the intensity of the pleasure. The Mistress releases one of Kaylee’s thighs in order to snake her arm underneath the slave’s hips, and is rewarded with a smothered scream as she toys with her submissive’s swollen clit. Her licks turn rough and her caresses frantic as she drinks in the scent and taste of Kaylee’s arousal. She wants to never stop.
She drags Kaylee to the edge of the bed, pulling her legs over the side and spreading them open. Kaylee cries out as the bonds on each wrist are yanked tight, but she’s too far gone in her need to really acknowledge the pain, focusing instead on the fact that her Mistress has moved further down her hips and is now hanging over the edge of the bed, lips level with the hot, throbbing nub of Kaylee’s clit.
“Scream for me, slut,” Inara rasps, her voice low and rough. Kaylee loves this part, loves the point when her Mistress crosses from polite, perfectly schooled courtesan to a natural, dirty, carnal force. It rarely happens, and she knows that Inara wont stop now until Kaylee orgasms hard enough to knock herself out. Her Domme’s teeth seek out her clit and the submissive screams without thought.
Squeezing her thighs tight around her slave’s hips, Inara lifts one hand to her own aching slit, plunging the fingers of the other deep between Kaylee’s lips. Her balance is precarious, but she’s past caring; all she knows is that she needs release, and needs it now.
Kaylee’s yīn hù is loose with arousal, and the three fingers Inara is fucking her with meet no resistance. The Mistress is sucking harder and harder on the hot little clit between her lips and the submissive is screaming herself hoarse, thick fluid practically pouring out of her. Inara is attacking her own pussy with almost as much energy, and from somewhere distant, part of her realises that half of the screams are her own.
Finally she feels the climax rising inside herself and she lets it lift her, riding her pleasure with the practiced ease provided by a lifetime of sexual prowess. Kaylee is shuddering violently beneath her, and she finally releases the woman’s clit, burying her face in her sub’s pussy and licking without restraint.
“Come for me, mei mei,” she moans into Kaylee’s slit, and she wraps her lips around it and sucks with everything she has.
The orgasm, when it hits them, leaves Kaylee unconscious and Inara seeing stars.
*
On Christmas morning, before anyone else in the ship is awake, Inara tells Kaylee to roll onto her stomach in bed. The Domme inspects her slave’s backside and smiles to herself; the welts are healing nicely, and all but one have faded almost completely from the submissive’s skin.
Kaylee seems to know what her Mistress is looking for. “What’s the verdict, ‘Nara?” she murmurs over her shoulder, reaching down a hand to stroke the other woman’s side.
Inara kisses the welt gently and crawls up her lover’s body, wrapping the little submissive in her arms. “Looks like I might need to spank you again, my slave.” Kaylee’s face falls before she can compose it and Inara smiles. “You’ve been far too nice this year…”