I started out of his room, feeling both of his eyes watching me as I did so. I walked a few more steps and when his stare didn't waver, I turned, making the small flame on the candles I was carrying distort and straighten back again.

"Do you need anything young master?" I asked with a sly grin.

He looked away quickly, "Uh- uh, no, Thank you Sebastian, that is all," he dismissed me, stealing another glance in my direction before focusing his eyes on the ceiling. "Yes sir." I bowed slightly and made my way out of his room, shutting the door quietly on my way out.

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-Later that night-

While I was cleaning the kitchen later that night, I heard something coming from the young master's room that sounded vaguely like my name, "Sebastian!"

I sighed and dropped the dishes that I was scrubbing back into the sink and started the trek up to master's room, shedding the gloves I had worn for washing dishes on the way.

As I arrived at his door, a moan erupted from behind his door, What the…? "Se-bast-iaaan" another moan came just as I opened the door, this time though, it was in the form of my name.

I felt my face heat up slightly, "Young master?" I asked, "Are you alright?" He sat up quickly in his bed, the comforter falling down to his hipbone, revealing pale skin normally the color of milk and the softness of silk slightly pink in the dim light of the candle I carried with me. I glanced down to the floor only long enough to see his night coat long since forgotten. My eyes shot back up as I noticed the next task he had set himself on doing, he kept his eyes trained on me as he did, sending delicious shivers of lust down my spine.

I wanted him… now.

I walked towards him in that long, graceful way of mine and stopped by his bed, my eyes trained on him and his handsome… problem.

He was deliciously large for fourteen.

I stared at him and grinned when he sped up his movements. "Would you like any help young master?" His only reply was a groan and throwing back his head, revealing deliciously pale, perfect, unharmed skin. Much different from the skin of the women I had seen, their skin was bruised by others but his… his skin was untouched, unharmed, unbelievable.

I had to touch it.

I put my hands on either side of his pillow and pressed my face close onto his, close enough where I could smell his skin, Lilacs and mint tea… Delectable.

"Is that a command?" I asked, enjoying myself maybe a little too much. He frowned slightly at my words but nodded anyways.

I smirked.

"I need to hear you say it. I need a direct order."

He frowned and I stared, confused.

Then my face shone with understanding…

I had simply assumed he appreciated our Master-Servant relationship. But I got it. He was sick of being master… he wanted to be ordered around for once.
I had a split second of thought about human laws and morals but then pushed them out of my mind. Fuck the laws.

I stood up, relishing in the sound of protest that escaped the young kitten's mouth. It sounded like pure heaven. And that gave me an idea.

"come over here" I commanded. He stood up and complied, giving me a delicious view of him. He stopped infront of me and looked into my eyes, his clouded with lust. "Undress me."

He nodded and slid my coat off my shoulders at a teasingly slow rate.