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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]

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."

[everymonstrousthing]

"You can move. Take your bra off but then put your hands back," he instructs, slapping her again, alternating between her ass and cunt, wanting powerfully to watch her squirm.

[tricktofalling]

It's a trick of her dexterity, her practice with precarious balances. She takes her hands off the desk, removes her bra, and then stretches herself out to grip the opposite edge of the desk. It's narrow enough for her to do it, but not so narrow that her hips aren't pressed against the edge, her toes the only purchase on the floor.

She whimpers, chest heaving with hectic breaths.

[everymonstrousthing]

And there she is, stripped naked except for the tangle of panties around her thighs, barely there, the smooth line of her back unbroken. He keeps slapping her until her ass is flushed red, until her cunt is sopping wet against his palm.

[tricktofalling]

By the time he pauses, cupping her cunt, her knees can barely hold her up any longer. She presses her weight into the edge of the desk, toes shifting on the floor. Her breath trembles out of her, a desperate series of want and need.

She's not going to sit right tomorrow.

[everymonstrousthing]

He takes hold of her by the hips and lifts her then, shifting her up onto the desk and nudging her knees apart until she's completely on display for him. If he tilts his head, he can look under her, along the line of her body, the slight swell of her tits, her nipples hard.

"Are you ready to get fucked, Wraith?"

[tricktofalling]

It's a vulnerable position, but she relishes it in that moment, so out of her head with need. She nods, a little, and then manages to make her voice work. "Yes. Yes, Kaz."

[everymonstrousthing]

"But here's my dilemma," says Kaz, and he slides one long finger into her cunt, starting to fuck her slowly as he talks. "There you are. Slick. Hot. Definitely ready for me. But I'm tempted to fuck you somewhere else. You've done it to me, after all, Wraith. And I am teaching you a lesson."

[tricktofalling]

She's distracted; she lets herself be distracted. His finger is long and dexterous as always, picking her like one of his locks, and her breath stutters. So it takes a moment for her brain to catch up to what he's saying.

She looks back at him and just shakes her head a little, eyes solemn, a little scared.

[everymonstrousthing]

That look on her face almost knocks the game out of Kaz altogether and he immediately softens, his free hand smoothing along the curve of her back.

"Alright," he says softly. "I see you, Inej."

[tricktofalling]

Inej relaxes instantly at the acceptance. She takes one of her hands off the desk, briefly, and reaches back to touch his wrist, to slid his hand back between her legs again. She shifts her hips; her panties fall to her knees and she gracefully slips one leg out so she won't stretch them as she spreads her legs even further apart.

"Another time," she promises. And means it.

[everymonstrousthing]

"Another time," he echoes, sliding two fingers into her, fucking her slowly. "Let me see you move, Wraith."

[tricktofalling]

She sighs as he slides his fingers back into her cunt, and he's so slow, teasing, careful, that she can't help but move. She wants it, and her cheeks flame with how much she does. "Oh...Kaz."

[everymonstrousthing]

"You look beautiful," he says and, when he drags his fingers out of her, it's so that he can strip off his shirt. "Take care of yourself for a moment, Wraith."

[tricktofalling]

It takes her a second to do as she's told, but then she brings her hand down under her belly, curls her fingers up to rub at her cunt. It's not the best angle to slip her fingers inside, and anyway, they're not as long and dexterous as Kaz's. She alternates between shallowly fucking herself, now with three fingers, and rubbing her clit.

[everymonstrousthing]

Kaz strips off his trousers while he watches her playing with herself for his amusement, doing it because he told her to. A wave of arousal slams into him.

"Shit," he says. "I have to go find a rubber."

[tricktofalling]

Inej shivers a little, nods just a touch. She looks over her shoulder at him and licks her lips as her gaze skates over all that pale skin.

"Better hurry," she murmurs, voice thick with arousal. "I'll be here waiting."

[everymonstrousthing]

He's never hated his limp more than he does in that moment, the way it slows him down as he slips into the bedroom and back, a condom in his hand. He rolls it down over his cock and steps in behind her.

[tricktofalling]

She waits, and the anticipation is going to kill her, but she knows it's worth it. She keeps switching between rubbing and fingering herself, and when he comes back and fits in against her, she lets her fingers move against him and guide him in.

[everymonstrousthing]

He slides into her and, for a moment, there isn't a clear thought in her head except for her, for the way it feels to be inside her. His hands slide over her hips, holding on tight for a moment before he starts to move.

[tricktofalling]

The first press into her, as ever, is a soft ache. She was always ready for him, by the time they got to this, but he still feels big. Not that she'll say it; his ego doesn't need that kind of stroking.

His fingers curl onto her hips and he moves, and her breath hitches quickly.