The Reversal of Roles
Title: The Reversal of Roles
Prompt: #13 Slave
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 796
Title: The Reversal of Roles
Prompt: #13 Slave
Author: Cricket
Disclaimer: I’m just playing with Joss’ toys, but I promise to put them back when I’m done
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 796
During the day, Jayne was domineering and stone faced, but when River came to him at night, he would allow himself to lose control of the situation. He liked it when she ordered him around, made him feel powerless and subordinate, when the roles were reversed and she was strong where he was weak.
That night, she descended his ladder like a queen wrapped in royal supremacy and just the sight of her confident steps made his blood start to pump faster with anticipation. She looked around his cluttered room with disdain before focusing on him where he lay eagerly waiting on his bed with rapt attention. Keeping her eyes intently on his, she slowly peeled her gauzy dress from her body, revealing inch by luscious inch of creamy white skin. His breath hitched in his chest as he watched her teasing display.
She stood nude before him, a goddess ready to rain her wrath down upon anyone who would betray her command. He was her slave, her servant, her puppet. Whatever she wanted him to be he would gladly become it. Whatever she wanted him to do, he would perform. Surrender his body, his mind, his soul. It was all for her.
Grabbing him roughly by the front of his shirt, she dragged him to his feet and slowly dragged her eyes over him, starting at his dirty boots and ending at his expansive chest where her hand was still knotted in his shirt.
“Take it off,” she instructed, dropping her hand to her side.
He dutifully removed his shirt, pulling it up over his head and tossing it aside. She watched the muscles bunch with his movements, but showed no emotion other than cool indifference.
“All of it.” Her gaze drifted down to his pants where he fumbled with his belt buckle. He shucked his wrinkled cargo pants and stepped quickly out of his gray boxer shorts and waited while she inspected his naked body.
The first time she’d come to him like this, he’d asked her what she was looking at and she’d gotten angry and refused to touch him. She’d played with herself in front of him, denying him even the pleasure of his own hands while she fondled and moaned. When she finally let him inside her, she’d bitten his shoulder so hard he’d needed to keep a bandage on the wound for days. He didn’t try to speak again after that. When he disobeyed, her punishments were torture, but when he behaved himself the reward was like sweet honey poured across his tongue.
“Touch me,” she commanded at last, taking a small step forward. She held her arms out to her sides, palms facing up as she presented her body to him.
His hands massaged her hips as he worshipped her with his mouth, sucking gently on her neck and shoulders, lapping at her nipples and licking down her flat belly before kissing the dark curls at the top of her thighs. She moaned faintly and let her hands fall down to rub at his wide shoulders then gently but firmly pushed him away. Climbing on to his disheveled bed she positioned herself on her hands and knees and, with a seductive look over her shoulder, beckoned him to her.
More often than not, Jayne was on the bottom when they had sex, but sometimes River would allow him to be on top of her. He had no illusions, however, that it gave him control over her. When she was with him like this, she was all powerful, wielding her domination over him like a physical tool.
He draped his body over hers, cupping her breasts and pushing her long dark hair aside with his nose so he could kiss and nuzzle the nape of her neck. Arching her back, she pressed her butt into the cradle of his hips, silently urging him ahead. He accepted her direction, angling himself forward and pushing into her hot wet core. She rocked her body with his thrusts, panting heavily as the pace quickened, but never making a sound. He, on the other hand, grunted and moaned into her skin where he pressed his mouth against her shoulder. The only indication that she had come was the stiffening of her spine and her gasping intake of breath. A brief squeeze to his hand and a heated look over her shoulder as permission, he let his orgasm wash over him, closing his eyes as the delicious spasms overtook his muscles.
She left as regally as she had entered, swiftly zipping her dress and climbing the ladder without sparing him a glance. The only indication of her presence that night were rumpled sheets and the smile on Jayne’s face as he drifted off to sleep.
Prompt: #13 Slave
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 796
Title: The Reversal of Roles
Prompt: #13 Slave
Author: Cricket
Disclaimer: I’m just playing with Joss’ toys, but I promise to put them back when I’m done
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 796
During the day, Jayne was domineering and stone faced, but when River came to him at night, he would allow himself to lose control of the situation. He liked it when she ordered him around, made him feel powerless and subordinate, when the roles were reversed and she was strong where he was weak.
That night, she descended his ladder like a queen wrapped in royal supremacy and just the sight of her confident steps made his blood start to pump faster with anticipation. She looked around his cluttered room with disdain before focusing on him where he lay eagerly waiting on his bed with rapt attention. Keeping her eyes intently on his, she slowly peeled her gauzy dress from her body, revealing inch by luscious inch of creamy white skin. His breath hitched in his chest as he watched her teasing display.
She stood nude before him, a goddess ready to rain her wrath down upon anyone who would betray her command. He was her slave, her servant, her puppet. Whatever she wanted him to be he would gladly become it. Whatever she wanted him to do, he would perform. Surrender his body, his mind, his soul. It was all for her.
Grabbing him roughly by the front of his shirt, she dragged him to his feet and slowly dragged her eyes over him, starting at his dirty boots and ending at his expansive chest where her hand was still knotted in his shirt.
“Take it off,” she instructed, dropping her hand to her side.
He dutifully removed his shirt, pulling it up over his head and tossing it aside. She watched the muscles bunch with his movements, but showed no emotion other than cool indifference.
“All of it.” Her gaze drifted down to his pants where he fumbled with his belt buckle. He shucked his wrinkled cargo pants and stepped quickly out of his gray boxer shorts and waited while she inspected his naked body.
The first time she’d come to him like this, he’d asked her what she was looking at and she’d gotten angry and refused to touch him. She’d played with herself in front of him, denying him even the pleasure of his own hands while she fondled and moaned. When she finally let him inside her, she’d bitten his shoulder so hard he’d needed to keep a bandage on the wound for days. He didn’t try to speak again after that. When he disobeyed, her punishments were torture, but when he behaved himself the reward was like sweet honey poured across his tongue.
“Touch me,” she commanded at last, taking a small step forward. She held her arms out to her sides, palms facing up as she presented her body to him.
His hands massaged her hips as he worshipped her with his mouth, sucking gently on her neck and shoulders, lapping at her nipples and licking down her flat belly before kissing the dark curls at the top of her thighs. She moaned faintly and let her hands fall down to rub at his wide shoulders then gently but firmly pushed him away. Climbing on to his disheveled bed she positioned herself on her hands and knees and, with a seductive look over her shoulder, beckoned him to her.
More often than not, Jayne was on the bottom when they had sex, but sometimes River would allow him to be on top of her. He had no illusions, however, that it gave him control over her. When she was with him like this, she was all powerful, wielding her domination over him like a physical tool.
He draped his body over hers, cupping her breasts and pushing her long dark hair aside with his nose so he could kiss and nuzzle the nape of her neck. Arching her back, she pressed her butt into the cradle of his hips, silently urging him ahead. He accepted her direction, angling himself forward and pushing into her hot wet core. She rocked her body with his thrusts, panting heavily as the pace quickened, but never making a sound. He, on the other hand, grunted and moaned into her skin where he pressed his mouth against her shoulder. The only indication that she had come was the stiffening of her spine and her gasping intake of breath. A brief squeeze to his hand and a heated look over her shoulder as permission, he let his orgasm wash over him, closing his eyes as the delicious spasms overtook his muscles.
She left as regally as she had entered, swiftly zipping her dress and climbing the ladder without sparing him a glance. The only indication of her presence that night were rumpled sheets and the smile on Jayne’s face as he drifted off to sleep.