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Kaz was bent over a ledger his Wraith had swiped from the desk of a mercher, when his own merchling stormed into his office, leaving the door to slam on its hinges behind him.
“Come in,” Kaz said as Wylan threw himself into the chair on the other side of his desk. His demolitions expert was breathing heavily, his cheeks flushed red and his hands gripped the arms of the chair so hard his knuckles turned white. He stared straight ahead, his ocean blue eyes fixated on a spot over Kaz’s shoulder, his glare so fierce that Kaz wondered idly if he was trying to set his bookcase on fire through sheer willpower.
“To what do I owe this pleasure?” Kaz asked after several long minutes of silence.
“I need a reason to visit a friend?” Wylan snapped, his eyes finally meeting Kaz’s.
“Your meeting must have gone well,” Kaz said, ignoring the question. His tone dripped sarcasm. It was rare for Wylan to get this riled up, but Kaz knew he’d come straight from a merchant council meeting that, extraordinarily, he’d attended without Jesper.
Wylan scoffed and rolled his eyes. After a few more beats of silence, he leaned forward and snatched Kaz’s pen from the desk. He started tapping it against the arm of the chair in an incessant, irritating rhythm. Wylan didn’t break eye contact with Kaz, shooting him a look that clearly said: What are you going to do about it?
Kaz shut the ledger and stood, turning his back on Wylan to place it on the bookcase behind his desk. The pen tapping got louder, the rhythm now off-beat and erratic. A dull thunk punctuated the sound, leather against wood, shoe against desk. Wylan was purposely trying to irritate him.
“You need to learn some manners and be quiet,” Kaz said over his shoulder.
“Make me.”
He paused and turned to face his merchling. Wylan was glaring at him, arms crossed and jaw clenched. He was a picture of defiance, and Kaz felt a familiar warmth spread through his chest. Wylan’s eyes darted back and forth between Kaz’s and Kaz knew he was waiting to see if he would take the bait.
How could he resist?
Kaz rounded his desk slowly and approached his demo man. He brought the head of his cane up to Wylan’s face, the crow’s head resting against the younger man’s pale freckled cheek. Now he was up close he could see how Wylan was struggling to maintain his pretence of defiance. He slowly reached out with his free hand and Wylan met him halfway; he gave Wylan’s hand two squeezes, which were instantly returned. Kaz knew what Wylan needed and was prepared to give it to him.
“Do you want to wait for Jesper?” Kaz asked in a low voice, “He will find you here eventually,”
Wylan opened his mouth but changed his mind and shook his head, his golden red curls bouncing with the movement. Kaz nodded in affirmation; Jesper would join them later.
“You’ve been acting like a brat,” Kaz started, lowering his cane and reaching to twist a curl around a gloved finger, “and brats need to be punished.” He intertwined his hand fully into Wylan’s hair and tugged, forcing him to stand from the chair. Wylan groaned in pain but didn’t resist, allowing himself to be manhandled.
“Hands on the desk,” Kaz commanded, relinquishing his hold on Wylan’s hair and pushing the smaller man forward. Wylan stumbled but quickly regained his composure, reestablishing his act of defiance. He clenched his hands into fists and shot a glare over his shoulder at Kaz. Kaz could already tell that he would need a heavier hand than usual.
“I don’t like to repeat myself.” He rapped Wylan’s shin with his cane, returning his hard stare. He saw the muscles in Wylan’s jaw work as he clenched his teeth, but he shifted, placing both palms on the dark wood of the desk, his back bending.
“You need to be punished for your insolence,” Kaz said, running a hand down Wylan’s clothed back. “If you disobey me, I’ll add to your punishment. Do you understand?”
Wylan nodded.
“Use your words.” Wylan rolled his eyes, his look of impudence morphing into a wince as Kaz rewarded him with another rap of the cane to the back of his leg.
“Yes,” Wylan bit out, his head bowed, “I understand.”
“Good boy,” A shiver ran down Wylan’s spine, and he bit back a moan. Kaz moved to Wylan’s side and cupped his chin, turning his face towards him. His earlier defiance had softened somewhat from his face, leaving only traces of a steely glint in his eyes. A crimson blush had spread across his cheeks and to the tips of his ears; he was endearing; he was beautiful. Kaz wanted to wreck him.
“I think for today’s punishment, a spanking should suffice,” Kaz pushed Wylan’s face away, “Eyes down.”
Kaz moved to shut the window behind his desk, a clear signal to his Wraith that he wasn’t to be disturbed.
“Pull down your trousers,” Kaz said over his shoulder as he drew the curtains closed, “You can move your hands,” He added when Wylan hesitated. Wylan made quick work of his request, pushing his trousers down to his knees.
“And your underwear.” He was a little slower this time but Wylan gave Kaz no reason to believe he was unwilling.
“Resume the position.” Wylan’s eyes met his, and Kaz could practically see the cogs moving in his brain. His demo man was weighing up his options: insolence or obedience? Wylan resumed his position.
“Now, how many do you deserve?” Kaz stood behind Wylan, out of his line of vision. The question was rhetorical and Wylan didn’t answer, but Kaz could see the muscles in his shoulders tense under his shirt.
“I think ten for each offence. Ten for your insolence and ten for disturbing my work.” Kaz ran a gloved hand down Wylan’s back. “Do you agree?”
“Yes,” Wylan said after a moment of hesitation.
“Then we will start.”
Kaz kept his gloves on and the first smack of leather against Wylan’s ass rang through the office. He spanked Wylan again three times with no pause, alternating cheeks. Wylan didn’t cry out or move from his position but remained tense.
At ten smacks Wylan was still silent and unmoving, but the deep blush that had spread to the tips of his ears and across his neck gave away his arousal. Kaz ran a hand around Wylan’s front, squeezing his hip before gripping his cock, smirking to himself as he felt the effect his punishment was having on his merchling. Wylan’s cock was hard and heavy in his hand, and its warmth was noticeable even through his glove. Kaz gave him a single, slow, stroke before releasing him. Kaz didn’t miss the sharp exhale and hitch in Wylan’s breath at the loss of contact; Kaz swallowed a groan at the sound. The desire to give Wylan everything he wanted coursed through him, and in time he would.
Kaz removed his gloves, setting them on the desk a few inches from Wylan’s left hand, purposely placing them within his line of sight. Kaz watched as Wylan flexed his fingers, moving his hand minutely towards the discarded garment, before clenching it into a fist. He gave Wylan a further minute of respite, letting the anticipation build, before bringing his bare hand down on his ass without warning, adding to the delightful pink and red.
The skin-on-skin contact enhanced the blow, the sound breaking the silence. Wylan let out his first audible whimper, his body jerking away from the touch. Kaz didn’t need to see his face to know that Wylan was biting down on his lip in a futile attempt to keep any noises at bay.
Kaz continued and Wylan moaned and whimpered with each following hit, the sounds muffled as he tried to smother them. After seven Wylan almost buckled, and Kaz saw a few tears fall to the desk. When Kaz had finished delivering the ten spanks with stinging precision, he stopped and stepped back. He took a moment to appreciate his work, and to take in the sight of the man in front of him. Kaz ran a hand over Wylan’s ass, eliciting a low moan from his merchling that went straight to his cock, feeling the heat radiating from the crimson-red marks; their merchling was beautiful like this. He almost couldn’t wait for Jesper to see his work; his sharpshooter would soon arrive looking for his lover, and then he would take over, soothing their pet.
Kaz moved to Wylan’s side and placed a hand over Wylan’s, the younger man turning his hand over so they were palm to palm, intertwining their fingers. Kaz squeezed twice; Wylan reciprocated.
“You took that very well,” Kaz said, the first words spoken since they had started, “Now, what do you say?” He withdrew his hand and reached to turn Wylan’s face towards him, admiring the tear tracks on his cheeks. Wylan looked him straight in the eye, his blue eyes were glassy, pupils dilated with lust. His bottom lip was red, and small droplets of blood had formed where he’d worried it with his teeth. Wylan ran his tongue over his lip and took in a deep breath.
“Fuck you.”
Kaz sighed in disappointment, “You were doing so well.” He wrapped a hand around Wylan’s neck and roughly pulled him back until his arms left the table and he was standing straight. Wylan gasped as Kaz manhandled him but otherwise stayed silent. “But you clearly haven’t learnt your lesson.”
Kaz pressed his lips to the crown of Wylan’s head, fanning his fingers around his neck. He let Wylan squirm for a second before pushing him back onto the desk, forcing him into the same position as before. “You’ve earned ten more.”
He didn’t give Wylan any respite before laying five harsh strikes to his ass in quick succession. Wylan squeaked and stumbled a little but Kaz stabilised him by grasping his hips. He leaned forward, placing a kiss on Wylan’s shoulder.
“What’s your colour, sweet?” His voice was low and heavy.
“Gre- Green.” Wylan stuttered, his breath hitching. His arms were trembling from the effort of maintaining his posture.
“Change your position.” Kaz said, “I want your forearms on the desk.” Wylan moved without hesitation.
The new position relieved the pressure on Wylan’s arms and had the bonus of forcing him to arch his back further. Kaz ran a hand over the red of Wylan’s backside, eliciting a quiet whimper from the smaller man. Kaz bit back a groan of his own; Wylan was on the edge of submission and he was desperate to drag him over.
“You have five remaining,” Kaz stated, “You will count them.” Wylan nodded and Kaz saw his muscles flex as he braced himself, his throat bobbing as he swallowed.
“One,” Wylan started as Kaz struck his ass again. His voice was small, but Kaz continued without asking him to speak up; after the third Wylan broke.
“Three,” He whimpered, “Thank you, thank you. I’m sorry…”, the words fell from his lips in a continuous stream, forced out by the sensation. Kaz spanked him again.
“Thank you. Four. I’m sorry, Kaz, please.”
Wylan was openly sobbing when Kaz delivered the final slap to his smarting bottom and barely managed to utter the final number. His arms gave out, and he fell to the desk, his chest heaving as he cried. Kaz ran his hands down his merchling’s back and over his hips, in a repetitive soothing motion, avoiding his backside. He then moved a hand around Wylan and ran his fingers along his cock, from base to head. His cock was straining, hard and leaking, and his hips moved, chasing Kaz’s touch. Kaz knew Wylan wanted more, but that more than anything he wanted to be good; he wouldn’t beg, not now.
“You can stand up.” Wylan took a few grounding breaths before straightening, his body trembling and Kaz’s hand on his back.
“You did very well, Wylan,” Kaz said, his voice soft and low, gently manoeuvring his merchling to face him. Wylan’s face was flush and his pupils so large they consumed the ocean blue of his irises. Kaz wiped away fresh tears from his cheeks and pressed his lips to Wylan’s forehead. He brushed his thumb over Wylan’s lower lip, wiping away fresh beads of blood. Wylan leaned into the touch, his eyes fluttering shut.
“Do you want to continue, or should we wait for Jesper?”
“I want…” Wylan swallowed, his breath hitching as he fought not to cry harder. He reached out a hand, letting out a choked breath as Kaz’s long, deft fingers intertwined with his. “I want to wait, please” he whispered.
“Sit, he should be here soon.” Wylan nodded, and Kaz helped him to put his clothes in order, pulling on his gloves in the meantime. Wylan then moved, gently pulling Kaz with him by the hand. He gestured for Kaz to sit in his chair behind the desk and, once his boss was settled, Wylan lowered himself to the ground and knelt by Kaz’s feet. He leaned against Kaz’s good leg and lifted their joined hands to his hair. Kaz breathed out a laugh and carded his hand through Wylan’s curls. Wylan keened, pressing himself as close as possible.
“Good boy.”