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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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[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.

[tricktofalling]

"Saints," she gasps, first because of the very slight change in sensation of being covered up, then because of Kaz's long fingers against her. The noise of it, how wet she is for this, makes her cheeks heat.

"Kaz," she whispers, muffled by the desk, as her hips lean back toward his touch.

[everymonstrousthing]

"You can do better than that, Inej," he says, and, this time, he slaps her ass, palm landing right across the cleft of her ass. He pinches lightly at reddened skin. "Couldn't stop running your mouth before."

[tricktofalling]

His hand, she realizes when it hits her, is just a little damp. She whimpers, squirms her hips away from the pinch. It takes her a couple breaths before she can look over her shoulder at him confidently.

"Are you going to make me beg for it, Kaz?" she asks, trying to put every ounce of confidence she has into that question.

[everymonstrousthing]

He shakes his head. He could, he realises, never do that to her. Couldn't reduce her to that. He slaps between her legs again but, instead of taking his hand away, he presses his palm against her, against the wet heat between her thighs, giving her something to grind against.

"I just want to know if it's hard enough, Wraith. I want to know if you want more."

[tricktofalling]

That slap makes her hips jump. Certainly not unpleasantly, but whether he meant it or not, it was harder than the last. The cup of his hand is a glorious tease, a temptation. Her hips tremble.

She keeps looking at him. "It could be harder. If I'm learning a lesson."

[everymonstrousthing]

"Harder," says Kaz, managing to make it sound thoughtful. "Here," he asks, landing a harder slap between her thighs. "Or here?" He lands a trio of slaps across her ass, each hard enough to leave a mark.

[tricktofalling]

She gasps from the slap between her legs, but the ones across her ass have her knees trembling. Her fingers flex on the desk. Every inch of her muscles is straining to keep her upright without being able to actually hold onto anything.

"E-either," he breathes. "Both."