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[everymonstrousthing]

Some things don't change. She might have been and gone and come again but, when she's out on the roof, Kaz sits and waits for her. He's sitting in one of the kitchen chairs with his feet up on the sill and a cigarette between two fingers. He's reading a book, one of the paperback novels that he's so fond of. He smokes and he reads and he waits for the girl he loves, his Wraith, to come home.

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[everymonstrousthing]

"It could be," he says, brushing a kiss against the point of her chin. "You surely deserve it." He knows how much this costs her. For a moment, he almost can't breath past how much she trusts him.

[tricktofalling]

Inej breathes out, reaches up a hand to curl her fingers gently against the back of his neck so that the V of her thumb and forefinger cups his ear. She soaks him in, closes her eyes, settles herself to this.

After a moment, she rolls her hips, settles herself more distinctly against the cradle of his hips.

[everymonstrousthing]

"How much punishment though, Wraith?" he asks, one hand sliding around to rest against her ass, squeezing gently. "What do you think you deserve?"

They both know what he's capable of.

[tricktofalling]

Here, she has trouble gauging. Her experience with punishment is at the hands of Tante Heleen, and in other ways at the hands of Van Eck while she was captive. She knows what Kaz can do, what Dirtyhands can do. She isn't sure, for a moment, what is appropriate.

She rubs her thumb against the hinge of his jaw. "Well, you want me bent over, don't you? I'm sure inspiration will strike."

[everymonstrousthing]

"Good point." It takes a moment to figure out the logistics of it, but he pushes to his feet, with her cradled in his arms and pulled in tight against him. He carries her towards his desk, neat as it always is and then he sets her down.

"Bend over," he says. "Please."

[tricktofalling]

Inej squawks, a little undignified, when he picks her up like that. She doesn't struggle, but she does snort when he tacks on a please for her.

With great dignity, she leans over his desk, pillowing her arms together and resting her head against them. Her feet shift apart a little for balance. She's very aware of how exposed she is, even with her underthings still on.

[everymonstrousthing]

Gently, Kaz takes hold of her wrists and arranges her so that her palms are flat against the surface of the desk. "You don't move those without permission," he says, softly.

[tricktofalling]

The adjustment is less comfortable, but she supposes that's not really the point. Her cheek presses against his desk, her palms flexing and unflexing against it, and she nods her understanding.

[everymonstrousthing]

Kaz stands behind her, his hand resting against the curve of her ass, squeezing a little tighter than before. He drinks in the way she looks sprawled across the table like that. "How does that feel?" he asks, nudging her feet a little wider apart, putting her a little more on display.

[tricktofalling]

She gasps as he nudges her feet apart; they go willingly enough. "Good," she says. "A bit exposed."

[everymonstrousthing]

"Only a bit?" teases Kaz, trailing his fingers down her spine and between her legs, teasing against her cunt through the thin fabric of her panties. "Have to see what I can do about that, Wraith."

[tricktofalling]

His touch is firm and knowing, pointed, and Inej shivers from it. Isn't he supposed to be punishing her--as much as any of this can be a punishment--for being a distraction? Her hips press back toward his touch, seeking it out.

[everymonstrousthing]

He slaps her ass, not hard, but firm enough to make a point. He wants to see her brown skin flush with it, he realises.

[tricktofalling]

The slap startles a gasp out of her, a little mouse squeak of a noise. Her hips jolt away from it, skittish, but she's not afraid. He won't hurt me, she tells herself, and she feels it, down to her bones.

[everymonstrousthing]

She starts, squeaks but she doesn't pull away from him so Kaz slaps her again, the same pressure, not too hard, just sharp enough for her to feel it.

[tricktofalling]

This time, it's just a little gust of air. She's not anticipating the strikes, so they jerk her hips a little each time. But her ass feels warm from the slap of his fingers, his palms, and she can feel herself getting slick inside her panties, just from this.

[everymonstrousthing]

It's odd, but Kaz almost wishes that he was wearing his gloves for this - but he's not sure how she'd react to that barrier between them, even if he almost likes the idea, the implication. He slaps her ass again, smoothing his hand up her spine.

"I know you can spread your legs wider than that, Wraith."

[tricktofalling]

The gravel of his voice thrills up Inej's spine. She shivers, just a bit, anticipation and acceptance sinking into her lungs and her bones. Slowly, she edges her toes along the ground, spreading her legs as far as she can before she has to lift a leg to really spread them.

She wonders how it looks. Her fingers flex against the desk, but she doesn't move them.

[everymonstrousthing]

"Leg down," says Kaz, slapping her ass again, maybe just a shade harder than before. "You're making a mess of those panties I bought you, Wraith."

[tricktofalling]

"Ah," she gasps, and her foot comes back to the floor swiftly. She stands there, flush, bent over, her ass warm and a little sore but not unpleasantly.

Slowly, she turns her head to look at him. There's fire in her eyes. "Is it a distraction?"

[everymonstrousthing]

A smile tugs at the corner of his mouth and he tilts his head, looking down at her, spread out on his desk like that and still running her mouth, pushing her luck. Sometimes, he loves her so much he can't breathe past it.

"Not enough of one to keep me from the task in hand," he says. He lands a trio of slaps against her ass and then a lighter one between her spread legs for good measure.

[tricktofalling]

By the second slap, her breath edges with a moan, and when he smacks, gently, between her thighs all she can do is whimper pathetically and put her face back to the desk.

[everymonstrousthing]

The sounds that she makes offer nothing but encouragement so Kaz slaps her again, lightly, between her spread thighs, right against the soaked fabric of her panties.

"Feel more like a punishment to you, Wraith? Or do you need firmer instruction?"

[tricktofalling]

She says nothing. She's all wrapped up in the heavy feeling of his hand hitting her cunt, in the ways it makes her feel. Part of her is frightened by how much she wants him right then. By how rough she wants him to be.

But then, she's always trusted him, hasn't she?

[everymonstrousthing]

"Use your words, Wraith," he says. He peels her panties down, leaving them tangled around her flies so that the next slap lands right against her slick cunt.