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He’s had enough, enough of your downright childish behaviour, what he’s working on right now is critical – and you’ve just royally fucked up all of his carefully organized notes. For what? His attention?
“You seem so keen on garnering my attention, well, now you have it.” His voice is cold, Emmrich very rarely losses his cool, but you’ve tipped him over the edge with your foolish display.
He stands with his hands folded behind his back, he looks down at you with a slight tilt of his head.
You’ve never really considered how tall Emmrich is until this point, he’s close enough that if you were to take a deep breath in, his chest would brush up against yours.
“Don’t for a minute think you’re leaving this room without some sort of punishment sweetheart.”
You look up at him and you can feel the hairs of your arm stand on their ends as a chill runs though you, his look is calculated, like he’s taking his time to decide just what he’s going to do with you.
“Take off your clothes.” His voice is stern, he’s serious.
“W-what?” Your voice is barely audible, you’re unsure if this is still real or some kind of delusion.
He sighs, closing his eyes and taking in a breath to calm himself. He opens his eyes again looking directly into yours before he leans down, his chest is now pressed to your shoulder, his face close as he talks directly into your ear now.
"If you know what's good for you, you'll be a good girl for me, and start behaving yourself.”
He leans back again lowering his head while maintaining eye contact, he raises a brow expectantly.
You feel a hot flush settle across your skin contrast to the chills from before, your body is roused and you find yourself keen to continue, even though you feel intimidated, you’re also undeniably excited by this turn of events.
You want to be confident, but the way he’s just standing calmly, watching you fumble with the buttons of your shirt, he’s making you feel almost… timid.
He continues to watch you undress and when you’re finally bare before him there’s another chill that runs though you as his eyes look you up and down.
He nods once in approval and moves to sit back down at his desk chair, picking his reading glasses back up and placing them onto his face delicately, he doesn't look at you now, instead focused on the mess of papers on his desk.
“Now, come here, I want you bent over this desk.” His fingers tap on the edge of the desk to indicate where exactly he wanted you.
You have some idea of where this could be going, and you would be lying if the idea of Emmrich having you bent over his knee had not entered your head before. But this is a little different, you’re excited but also nervous, his demeanour is still somewhat cold, he’s clearly pissed off, you watch his eyes looking over the mess you’ve made of his notes.
His gaze stays fixed on his notes as you lean over the edge of his desk, nesting your head in your arms, you turn your head to look at him. He has a few of the scattered notes in his hand eyes now on your exposed ass.
You involuntary jump when his eyes dart up to look directly into yours over the rim of his readers.
“Arms behind your back, if you would dear.” His words polite, but his tone is anything but. It wasn’t a request.
Your movements are slow, you’re entranced by his gaze on you, you shuffle a little to try and get comfortable with your face pressed against the wooden desk, arms now crossed behind your back.
“Very good. Now, I’m going to fix this mess you’ve made, and you’ll be good and not make too much noise, yes?” He turns his attention back to his work, and you suck in a breath when you feel his free hand at your lower back, his skin is cool in comparison to your flushed body, but you take particular note to the extra coolness where his rings adorn his pretty long fingers. His room was always so damn cold-
You can’t help the small yelp that escapes you when his hand first makes contact with the supple flesh of your ass.
"If you’re going to behave like a child...then this method should be sufficient, to show you that there are limits to my patience, dear. You’ll be a good girl for me yes?"
You go to open your mouth to reply but all that comes out is a moan as he spanks your ass cheek again, twice in succession, then quickly moves to the other.
“Shh...I know...” His hands smooth over where he’s marked your skin. His focus is still on his work.
He continues like this, occasionally his hand leaves you to shuffle papers into a stack. The many bangles adorning his forearm clattering together is the only other sound joining the chorus of slapping sounds and barely held back cries and moans in the room.
After a while, you give up a little with keeping quiet, your eyes closed now, you’re rapidly getting so wet from this, you’re almost considering pissing him off more often.
You wonder if he’s just as excited as you are, if you could see, would the fabric of his pants be tight over his- you’re pulled from your thoughts when you feel his fingers then dip into you, easily they slide in, until you can feel the cold metal of his rings near your sopping hole.
The sound this action pulls from you is erotic, downright sinful. He pulls his fingers out again to play with your clit and your hips buck into the desk.
As quickly as it starts, he stops again.
This continues for who knows how long. Sensations get all mixed up In a tangled mess of pain and pleasure as you cry out into the hardwood of the desk, you’re sure you’ve drooled all over some other important piece of paperwork at this point, but your mind is far too muddled to care.
“Emm- ah! Em- “ you can hardly form coherent words at this point, you let out a shuddering sob, your back arching, when did you start crying? It feels good – but maker – this is torture.
"You can take it, can't you? You're doing so well.”
“I’m almost done dear.” With whatever the fucking work is he probably making shit up and he’s already finished it hours ago ffs old fucking tease-
***
The next morning you’re in the kitchen, lowering yourself onto the stool slowly, wincing from the lingering sting of your now very sensitive ass, curtesy of your ‘Gentleman’ Necromancer.
"You alright? What the hell happened to you?" Came the concerned voice of Lucanis.
Manfred points to Emmrich, his eyes are closed as he takes a sip from his tea, there’s a feint blush on his cheeks and he clears his throat.
"Never mind. I don’t want to know actually." He picks up his coffee and leaves the kitchen.