It's a beautiful day in London. The sun is shining, the birds are singing, the streets are bustling. It's just a shame the same can't be said of you.

You are married to a very well-to-do businessman named James Scottington. You have a large house with a beautiful garden, numerous servants, and two lovely little lapdogs named Anna and Henry. To the outside world, everything appears perfect. Just one problem; your husband is an uncaring bastard who has cheated on you so many times you can't even bring yourself to get angry anymore. The first time you found him in bed with another woman, it broke your heart. By the tenth time, you just didn't care anymore. You've long since lost any and all love you may have had for him.

'Maybe it would help if I gave him children.' You'd once thought. But alas, that has yet to happen, and as your husband refuses to share a bed with you, you doubt it'll ever happen. The possibility of a divorce has crossed your mind more than once too, but the shame of people knowing what your husband got up to was simply too much to bear thinking about.

As you think on your current situation, you hear a knock on your door; it's your maid Elizabeth come to prepare you for your trip. Oh yes, your trip. A day away at the Phantomhive estate. The Earl has invited your husband up to manor to discus bussiness. Naturally, as his 'loving' wife, you were expected to come along too. Oh joy.

Your maid proceeds to dress you in a simple, white cotton dress, adorned with embroidery around the hem. Within the hour you are in a carriage, sitting next to your husband. He's quite a portly man, with a ruddy face and an unkempt black moustache. What little hair he has left is sticking out either side of his bowler hat, and you can see sweat dripping down his neck. How you ever found this man attractive is beyond you, and as he turns to talk to you, you question yourself even more.

'Now remember, WIFE,' he says, overemphasising your title in an attempt to belittle you, 'I am here as an esteemed guest, and as my wife I expect you to behave in a certain way. You will be polite, accommodating, and agreeable. Do you understand? Speak now if there's something that isn't getting through to that tiny female brain of yours, because I will not have you embarrassing me like you did at the Midford household last year. Is that clear?!' Ah yes, 'The Midford Incident', also known as the time part of your steak flew off of your plate as you cut it, and landed on Lord Midford's lap. The man himself found it quite funny, but the bruises you'd had on your arm for a month showed just how James viewed the incident…

'I understand. I'll be the perfect wife, I promise. I will be 'Polite, accommodating, and agreeable', just like you said I should be.' You fake a smile.

'Well good, and don't you go forgetting it! Otherwise there will be hell to pay, you mark my words.' He grabs your arm forcefully until you give him an affirmation.

You do not speak to each other for the rest of the journey, but you can feel the tension in the air. You're relieved when the carriage finally arrives at the estate. As soon as you pull up, a tall man in a dark coat opens your door. He has the darkest hair you've ever seen, and eyes of a most magnificent red. Your heart races as you take a hand that he has extended towards you. When he speaks, your feel like butter on a hot kitchen counter; overheated, and ready to melt.

'Greeting, my lady. My name is Sebastian, head Butler to the Earl of Phantomhive. I take it your journey here was pleasant?' You begin to thank God himself because he has clearly sent an angel down to greet you. Or maybe you should thank Earl Phantomhive. Either is good.

'The road going through the estate was far too bumpy, my footman nearly vomited. You could at least see to it that your guests arrive in one piece!' Cries a voice from behind you. Trust James to make a fuss over nothing.

'My apologies, Sir. I had no idea the road was in such a state of disrepair. I shall begin preparations to fix it at once. In the meantime if you'd both like to follow me, I believe my Master is waiting for you in his study.' You think you'd follow this man anywhere, attractive as he is. Focusing on your surroundings becomes difficult, as just being in the presence of this man has bought a burning need into the ground of your mind; the need to fuck him. You internally curse yourself for using such vulgar language. What would this 'Sebastian' say if he could hear your thoughts?!

At that moment, his head turned slightly, looking you straight in the eye, before turning back as if nothing happened. Maybe you were just imagining it, but it seems like he smirked as he did it. 'Impossible' you think. 'I really am out of sorts, imagining things such as that.'

Sebastian leads you up a grand staircase and along a hall. As you make your way to the study, your husband stops to look in a doorway. Noticing this, you go to his side to see what he's staring at; a rather buxom red-headed maid emptying a fireplace. You feel physically sick as you see the way he's leering over her (despite the fact you'd been leering over Sebastian only moments ago). The sound of said Butler coughing caused both of you to leave the doorway and continue following, hopefully nearing your destination.

You all stop in front of a door the presumably leads to the study. Sebastian knocks briskly, and a muffled reply bids us entry.

The study is a remarkably spacious room, filled floor to ceiling with books from all over the country. The centrepiece of the room is an immense desk, make from what you're sure is wood of a very high quality. Situated behind the desk is someone you can only assume is the Lord of the Manor; the Earl of Phantomhive himself. Just one slight problem with that…

'Excuse me, young man, but I was rather hoping to speak to the head of the household. If you would kindly fetch your father, we grown ups have some business we need to discuss.' Oh but this did not go down at all well with the 'young man' in question.

'My father is dead, Sir. I am the head of this household; Ciel Phantomhive. The business you have come to discuss is my business, and I am not a child!' He spits out scathingly. Looks like you're not the one who should have been lectured on how to behave.

'Oh, my Lord Phantomhive, I really had no idea it was you. Forgive me, Sir, it's just that I had a difficult journey here, what with my wife's constant complaints about having to sit in on a business meeting. I'm feeling a little out of sorts, forgive me.' His Lordship considers your husband's worthless apology for a while. First he looks at you, then his Butler, before finally settling his eyes back on James.

'All is forgotten, Lord Scottington. I do understand how tiresome it can be listening to a woman for several hours. Sebastian, perhaps you can find something suitably interesting for our female guest to do while we talk business? Oh, and send Tanaka up with a pot of tea and some scones. At once.' The young Earl orders. 'For someone in such a place of power, he seems like a bit of a brat' you think.

'At once, Sir. Come, my lady, let us find more suitable amusements for you.' Sebastian motions for you the two of you to leave the room. As you leave, you see your husband settle in a chair across for his Lordship. You pray that the meeting goes smoothly.

Sebastian takes you to a room in the opposite wing of the house. Your heart races when you realise it's a guest bedroom.

'Now, if you could kindly wait here for a moment, I must relay my masters' orders to Tanaka. When I return, I hope you will be willing to indulge me in a game of chess. Back in a moment.' He leaves quietly.

'Chess?' You question out loud. 'The sexiest man I've ever seen in my life has lead me to a bedroom only to play chess! Life is a cruel joke.' You lament, throwing yourself onto the bed dramatically. Today was a cruel joke of a day.

A few moments later, Sebastian returns, brandishing a chessboard under arm and a cup of tea in the other. Offering you the tea, he takes a small table and chair from the corner of the room and places them in front of you. You drink your tea as Sebastian sets up, placing the chess board and pieces onto the table quickly. He places the chair on the side of the table opposite you, and takes the now-empty teacup from your slightly-trembling hands. Preparations now complete, he takes his seat.

'I presume you know how to play chess? A woman as well-bred and beautiful as you must do, surely.' He smirks at you. You can't decide if he's mocking you or challenging you. Feeling bold, you decide to use your feminine wiles to catch him off guard.

'Of course I know how to, Sir. The question is; are we doing this for fun, or is there another motive I'm not yet aware of. After all, it's not everyday a lady is taken into a bedroom to play a board game. Is chess the only thing on your mind?' It's your turn to smirk, fully anticipating him to stutter out an apology. His response shocks you.

'My, my, it would appear you are as intelligent as you are beautiful. I do in fact have an ulterior motive for getting you alone in here, so far away from you husband. However, if you wish to uncover it, we must first play out little game. So for now, my dear, it's your move; white always moves first after all.' His voice hypnotises you, and all you can think about is what that ulterior motive might be. Guess there is but one way to uncover it.

You move your first piece.

-t/s-

A mere five minutes into the game, and it is almost over. Both of you are down to a small group of pieces. You move your one remaining Bishop, planning to take his queen in a few moves' time. However, he sees your intent, and quickly moves he knight to dispose of your bishop.

'You see my dear, if I let you take my queen like that, then what kind of king would I be?' He says, oozing charm.

'The kind of king who fucks other women when she isn't around.' You reply before you can stop yourself. There's a pause, the air heavy with tension, before he speaks again.

'That kind of king deserves to have his queen taken from him. Stolen away right under his very nose.' You feel a hand under the table, caressing your thigh. Oh sweet lord let this be happening, please.

'But for someone to take a queen from a powerful king, one would need to be more than a man. One would need to be a God.' You begin rubbing your legs together, desperate for relief. You can feel your underwear getting ruined by your wetness. It really has been too long if all it takes is on touch and a few words to have your body begging to be taken by a stranger.

'Or the very devil himself.' Sebastian replies as he stands up, having apparently lost all interest in the game. 'You wished to know why I placed you in here, only to place chess?' He pushes the table away and you stand up, only for his body to trap yours between his and the bed. 'I needed to confirm what I thought I already knew. That you were a woman so bored by your husband's constant 'games' that you would jump at the opportunity to play one of your own. I mean, look at you. I've know you for less than an hour, yet you ache for me like you've known me your whole life. Shall I replace that ache with a much more pleasant one? I assure you, I'm one hell of a lover!' With that, he turns you over and flips you onto the bed. You can't believe that this is happening, that you're finally going to feel the pleasure that you've been denied for so long. A part of you feels bad for doing this, but then your husband's words from early spring to mind; 'polite, accommodating, and agreeable', and you realise that you're really just following his instructions.

Sebastian pushes you dress up over your legs and removes your underwear. You look over your shoulder to see him stuffing them into his jacket pocket and you feel your face burn with shame and lust. As you face forwards again, you hear a shuffling sound that you can only assume is him freeing himself from his trousers. Your suspicions are confirmed when you feel him pressing into you. He leans over so her can whisper something in your ear.

'It feels only right to give to a chance to back out, so if you wish to do so, say so now.' You shake your head in response. 'No? Alright then, you asked for it.' And just like that, he thrust up into you.

It was rather painful at first; a side effect of not having been fucked in ages. However, as you get used to his movement, the pleasure that washes over you is almost surreal. You feel like you're living in a dream; being pounded into by a near-perfect stranger, while your husband talked business with a child in the very same building. The whole room felt far too hot, and the feeling of your clit catching on the edge of the mattress was just too much. You climax violently, biting into the covers to try and stifle your scream. Sebastian fucked you through your orgasm before pulling out. Then nothing. You look at him, confused, while he stuffs himself back into his trousers.

'You didn't finish?' You ask, concerned. Was it really so awful he didn't want it to continue?

'I didn't need to, my dear. I received everything I needed from you.' He says with a wolfish grin, and you can't help thinking that there's a double meaning in his words. Alas, you are far too tired to care. You pull your dress down your legs, and hope to God you don't smell too much like sex.

The two of you spend some time talking and packing away the board, before Sebastian suggest seeing how the 'men' are getting along. Just as you reach the study, James is leaving in a hurry.

'Come, wife. Our business is concluded. But don't you think this is the last you'll hear from me, brat! I'll ruin you! RUIN YOU! And I'll take everyone close to you down too!' With that he grabs your arm, and drags you back downstairs. You're practically thrown into the carriage, as your husband is planning to get away from the manor as quickly as he can. Once you're a far enough away for his liking, he speaks again.

'The nerve of that brat! Thinks he can get the better of me like that?! No, Sir! His poxy little toy company will crumble under the weight of my empire! I can't wait for the day I get to summon him to my home to tell him what I think of him and his business model! Still, at least the road out wasn't as bumpy as it was.' He carries on ranting for quite some time, but you don't care to listen to him after that. You're too busy thinking about Sebastian, and seeing if you can think of what he meant by 'I received everything I needed from you'. You sigh, deciding that train of thought is stupid. There's no way he meant anything sinister by it.

A week later, you discover that you are very wrong indeed.