Authors' Note: Nonnally, my sunshine - thank you.

With each chapter, I'm going to list 'play' songs, if you're interested in that kind of thing. Be prepared for a mixture of synthtastic bass heavy beats or some more unconventional choices.

Play songs:

Pazes - Frozen

Fujiya & Miyagi – Vagaries Of Fashion

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"Let me get this straight, you set him up with a dude?" Alois giggles as he stretches himself out on the floor. Lying on his stomach, he lifts his legs up into the air and crosses them as he rests his chin in the palms of his hands.

"Well, I thought it was a good idea at the time." Sieglinde replies casually as she leans back against the couch cushion.

"Why would you think it would be a good idea? We had a hell of a time getting him to go in the first place."

"Because Sebastian is the best in San Francisco, if not California. He has had so many years in the scene as a player and pro dom." She reasons.

"Look at you sounding like you know the lingo." Alois arches an eyebrow at her.

"That is because I do."

"What? Why?"

She shrugs, "I am German, we do not scare so easily with these things, in Berlin alone, we have two erotic museums. Do you have such things here?"

"I dunno, maybe in Vegas?"

"Well there you go."

Alois rolls over onto his side and starts to push himself upright. Sitting cross-legged, he rests his elbows onto his knees as he stares at Ciel.

"Was he hot at least? I bet he was with the name Sebastian." He titters.

"I wouldn't know." Ciel quickly dismisses.

"I know, I know, I'm asking the wrong guy but you could at least describe him."

"What do you care, aren't you seeing Claude?"

"That doesn't mean I can't know what a hot dom looks like, especially as all I see at leather bars are bears. Oh my God, was he a bear? I could so see that."

"A moment ago you thought he was hot with his name alone."

"What can I say, I'm fickle. Now, was he hot or a bear…or a hot bear?"

"No, he wasn't a bear but it was dark and he was wearing a mask. I really don't know what he looks like."

"He is tall with black hair and a very nice body." Sieglinde interjects.

"How would you know?" Ciel wonders.

"I told you, he gives guest lectures at my university, I have met him a few times."

She smiles as she taps Ciel on the knee playfully.

"Oh, that's why you chose him." Alois surmises.

"That and he's the best."

Alois nods as he turns his head toward Ciel, grinning broadly.

"So, did you do anything?"

"Absolutely not, I got out of there as fast I could." Ciel huffs as he folds his arms across his chest.

"Well that's a shame, especially as we paid for three sessions." He winks.

"Yeah, thanks for that." He snorts.

"Hey, don't get pissy with me; I thought you were getting a woman." Alois smiles as his eyes roll over to Sieglinde. "Okay, I have to know, did you ever get Ciel to do anything kinky in bed?"

"I suggested using toys once but it didn't happen." She answers.

"I bet he wouldn't even know what to do with them if given the chance."

"He really did not. It was very awkward." She shakes her head solemnly.

"I'm sitting right here." Ciel pouts.

"We know you are, we can see you." She smiles.

"It's just that you're so, what's the word?" Alois' eyes drift off to the side as he thinks.

"Stuffy?" Sieglinde suggests.

"Uptight, no, prudish." He concludes. "You couldn't relax with a joint and a bottle of wine."

"I don't do that and I don't drink." Ciel sighs.

"Or whatever, I'm just saying that you couldn't relax and de-stress if you wanted to."

"That's not true."

"It is a little." Sieglinde agrees.

"Well, you never know, one day I might just prove you both wrong." He smiles slyly.

"I don't see how, especially with you being so tightly wound."

"I have my ways." He smirks.

Alois' mouth drops open to ready a witty retort but before he can get the words out Ciels' phone starts to ring. Reaching over to the coffee table, he picks it up, looking at the caller ID; his face scrunches as he doesn't recognize the number.

"I'd better get this, I think it's work." He groans.

"See, a normal person would let it go to voicemail."

"It could be important."

"Sure sure, it always is with you." Alois waves him off.

Getting up, Ciel steps around Alois and smacks him lightly on the back of the head as he passes. Holding his head, Alois hisses at him as Sieglinde giggles. As he leaves them to make his way toward the hallway, the pair merrily carry on their conversation without him. Shaking his head wearily as he goes into the kitchen, he answers the phone.

"Hello?"

"Good evening, is this Ciel?" A velvety smooth voice sounds out over the receiver. A sharp shiver runs down his spine as he knows exactly who it belongs to.

"Y-yes." He manages to get out as he switches the phone to the right ear, his eye darts around to see if there is anyone around but of course, he is alone.

"I see you've booked a session with me tomorrow."

Ciel presses his back against the wall as he bows his head, nodding.

"Y-yes." He stutters, feeling foolish at the fact that he can't seem to formulate a proper sentence.

"Are you sure about this?"

Ciel falls silent for a moment as his mind races. He knows he wants to try it, to step out of his normal, stressful existence and experience whatever Sebastian has to offer but he's still hesitant. What would it be like to lose control? Did he really want to know? He isn't sure but he is willing to give it a try, especially with the man who has held his thoughts ever since the moment they met.

And as Sieglinde says, he is the best.

"You said that you could help me." He whispers.

"I can."

"Then I'm sure."

"I'm glad to hear it, however before we begin, I need to go through some things with you first, do you have a moment?"

"Yes."

"Firstly, I normally do not take on clients who don't know what they want as I don't like to waste my time, however, as I am willing to help you, I must make one stipulation."

"Okay?"

"That you try one thing for me, just one, I will plan a very light session for you, something to get your feet wet. I won't push you but you will experience a loss of control. Will you try it?"

Ciel thinks to himself for a moment as he tries to absorb Sebastians' words. His pulse quickens and his ears burn as he blushes, he nods his head even though he knows he can't see it.

"Yes, I will try it." He accepts.

"Good, now in the future I want you to think about what you might like to try."

"Try?"

"I am here to help you enact your fantasies Ciel, not mine; I can only take us so far."

"How would I go about this?" He wonders.

"Do some research and find what turns you on, only you will have the answer to that." Sebastian replies.

"Okay."

"Now, before we meet again, I'd like you to set a safeword."

"Safeword?"

"You probably don't know your limitations just yet and neither do I. If you feel uncomfortable at any time, in any pain or just want to stop, this is a word that breaks the scene, and if one of us says it, we stop immediately. Your comfort and safety is important and this will ensure it."

"What should it be?"

"It can be anything you like but I would chose something you wouldn't say in every day conversation, that way it's something different."

"Okay, I'll think of one."

"Good. There are a few more but we'll discuss them when we have our session. Do you have any questions for me?"

"What, um, what will we be doing?" He hesitantly asks.

"I can't tell you that but rest assured, your session will be a pleasurable one." Sebastian promises him.

"Okay." He breathes out.

"Excellent, then I will see you tomorrow."

"Yes, see you tomorrow." He agrees as he hangs up the phone. His head rolls back against the wall as he exhales loudly. What awaits him tomorrow? He doesn't know and he certainly cannot guess. A smile finds its way onto his lips as he breathes in deep, he's nervous but excited, especially if it means that he will see Sebastian again.

"Here you are." Alois interrupts him from his thoughts. "We were wondering where you got up to."

"Oh, yeah, sorry."

"It's okay." He shrugs. He pauses a moment as he looks at Ciel, who is holding his phone tightly in his hand. "Are you okay? Was it work?"

"What? Oh, yeah some marketing issue, I can deal with it tomorrow."

"Cool." He beams as he starts to walk toward the doorway. He stops for a moment and looks over his shoulder at Ciel, "Hey, you know, I really didn't know she was going to book you with a man."

"Yeah, I know, it was all Sieglinde." Ciel groans.

"What was she thinking?"

"Who knows, with her it could be anything." He shrugs.

"Yeah but she knows you better more than anyone. She should have known that you wouldn't have gone for that."

"Yeah." He agrees, knowing full well that Sieglinde did know him better than anyone else and that is why she chose Sebastian.

Ciel hates the idea of keeping this secret from Alois but he just can't bring himself to tell him, moreover, he can't think what the consequences will be if it were to ever get out.

"So we're good?"

"Yes Aly, we're good." He nods.

"Okay." He smiles as he skips through the doorway. Drumming his fingers along his phone, Ciel sighs quietly to himself and follows behind.

...

He planned his visit to the letter; his schedule is rearranged so that he can be gone for two hours and not be missed, his outfit is perfectly chosen, elegant and yet casual, even his hair is coifed and just right. He feels ready to go.

Ciel hurriedly makes his way down the cracked and worn pavement and finally arrives at 221 Mission Street. Standing outside the building, he thinks to himself as he hesitates to go in. Ciel has known fear; he has experienced it many times in his life, he knows what it's like and can feel it in every fiber of his being. He has been scared, but now, now he is terrified.

What is it going to be like? He wonders as he places his hand on the handle of the large glass door, pushing it open, he goes in. Walking through the reception, he heads to the counter where the same woman as last time greets him.

"I, um, have an appointment." Ciel says meekly as he leans over the counter.

"What is your name again?"

"Ciel."

She quickly searches for his name in the calendar and smiles as soon as she finds it.

"Yes, here you are. Your session is in the same room as last time, down the hall, third door on the left."

"Thank you." He nods as he turns to make his way down to the stairs.

He remembers the room vividly, how it looked and how it smelled like leather and sex. Ciel shudders as he recalls the way Sebastian looked as he leaned against the desk. Smiling, his head starts to feel hazy from the thoughts of him. It is the way he moves, his voice and how he spoke with command, although it was equally comforting. He recalls the way he looked dressed in skin tight rubber and how he touched him, sliding his hand down his arm. Ciel can still feel the sensation of his grip around his wrists, and for the moment, he is breathless.

Getting to the door, he stands outside it and he waits. He feels as though his heart is going to explode out of his chest, it's beating so frantically but he tries to calm himself. Drawing in a slow breath through his nose, he holds it in his chest for a moment to steady his beating heart. Exhaling through his mouth, he realizes that it hasn't worked; he is as anxious as he ever was and now, it is time to go in.

Why did I come back? He wonders to himself as his hand hovers over the door handle. What is awaiting him on the other side? Taking in another deep breath to gather as much courage as he can muster, he pushes down on the handle and opens the door.

The room is as dimly lit, as it was the first time he came. His eye darts over to the desk but there is no one there. Trailing from the desk to the chairs in the middle of the room, he sees him, sitting back with his legs crossed. He is dressed in a striking well-tailored military uniform but the material is shiny, Ciel quickly guesses that it's made of rubber, just like his last outfit. In his gloved hand is an ornate handled riding crop, which he impatiently bounces on his knee. He isn't wearing a mask but as it's so dark, Ciel can barely make out the outlines of his face, all he knows is that he is being stared at.

"Welcome back Ciel." Sebastian greets him warmly as he remains seated.

"H-hello."

"Are you ready to begin?"

"I think so."

"Good."

Sebastian smiles as he starts to stand and go over to Ciel, whose eye immediately drops to the ground.

"So, how do we begin?" He mutters.

"Eagar are we?" Sebastian smirks. "First, I have a few more rules to go through before we begin whilst you take off your shoes and socks."

"Okay?" He replies as he bends over to unlace his shoes. Sebastian watches him as he braces himself against the wall and nervously fumbles over the laces of his shoes, trying to pull them undone.

"Rule number one, I do not play with clients outside the dungeon, this is non-negotiable. Understood?" Ciel nods as he pulls off his shoe, sitting it down beside him. "Rule number two, you are under no circumstances to touch me freely, unless I give you permission." He states, tapping the tip of his crop on the side of his leg to the beat of the music playing in the background. "Rule number three, there will absolutely be no fucking."

"E-excuse me?" Ciel coughs, choking on his saliva as he stands upright.

"I will not fuck you." Sebastian states plainly.

"I didn't expect – I don't want you to." He stresses, his cheeks start to burn as he blushes.

"Fine, so long as we're clear that that will never happen in session."

"Y-yes." Ciel nods again.

"Fourthly, as this is your first session with me, I will make this as pleasurable as possible for you but understand that this is not the norm for me, you have come here to experience a loss of control, which I will happily provide but for the next sessions, I really need you to tell me what it is that you want."

"Okay." Ciel agrees.

"So, have you thought of a safe word?"

"Yes."

"What is it?"

"Pluto." He blurts out.

"Pluto? All right, that will work just fine. Remember, you can use it any time you feel uncomfortable or want to stop. I'm not going to push you today; I want you to get a taste of it first." He regards Ciel for a moment and then smiles. "Well then, are you ready to begin?"

"Yes." Ciel hesitates.

"Very well. I want you to take off your clothes."

"What?" Ciel splutters out in disbelief.

"You heard me. Take off your clothes." Sebastian orders as he stands beside him. "Take off only what I say and do it slowly; I want you to feel the sensation of the fabric leaving your body."

"Sensation?"

"Every piece of clothing that leaves you, I want you to feel it, each and every fiber as it runs over your skin."

"O-okay." Ciel nods nervously. Taking in a deep breath, he places his hand to his tie in order to begin undressing.

"I didn't say you could start." Sebastian chides him.

"I'm sorry, I just thought-"

"You're not here to think Ciel; you're here to do only as instructed. Now stand here." He points to the left and Ciel moves to stand in that position, in front of the two chairs in the center of the room. He fidgets nervously as Sebastian walks over to his desk, going just behind it. Tucking the crop under his arm, he pulls open one of the drawers and brings out a thick piece of silk fabric. "Let's make this more interesting, shall we?" He suggests as he takes the fabric into his hands and walks back over to Ciel.

"What's that?" He wonders, as Sebastian stands right behind him.

"It's a blindfold."

"W-what?"

"I'm going to cover your eye." He smiles as he bends forward, placing the silky fabric over both his eye and his eye patch. Ciel shivers as he feels the blindfold being smoothed over his face. Sebastian ties it behind his head in a quick knot and steps away from him.

As soon as moves away, Ciel is struck by a wave of vulnerability as he suddenly feels alone. His senses become heightened, his hearing is sharper as he can hear the muted thud of Sebastians' footsteps as they move around him and the sound of his heart beat loudly in his ears. The heavy thump of the bass from the background music vibrates through his chest, interrupting his shallow breathing as he tries not to panic. His mind is whirling and it causes him to sway. He attempts to stabilize himself but nothing seems to be working, he's scared, he wants to run but there is the other part of him that wishes to stay. He has come this far; he may as well see it through.

Sebastian watches Ciel as he anxiously runs the nail of his middle finger over his thumb. He's played with many clients in the past but none as edgy as this. He wonders if he should continue or let him leave but there is something about this young man that makes him want to help him and to explore him.

"Are you all right?" He checks.

"Y-yes." Ciel exhales.

Leaving him, he goes over to the chair and sits down, crossing his legs and reclining back. He lays his crop across his lap and clasps his hands together, resting them on his knee as he regards Ciel.

"Now then," He begins, "take off your tie."

Ciel hesitates for a moment; completely unsure if this is something he really wants to do. His mind is flooded with thoughts of safewording, ending it and just going back to the office never to speak of this again but as he debates on whether or not to leave, he lifts his hands up to his neck. It's as though his body is overriding his mind as his fingers wrap around the knot of his tie, tugging it away from this throat, he starts to loosen it and pull it up over his head.

"No." Sebastian halts him.

"What did I do?"

"I want you to unravel it and slide it from your neck." He instructs.

"All right." Ciel sighs.

"Go on then."

Biting down on his lower lip, Ciel starts to undo the knot with both hands, taking it apart. Holding both of the loose ends, he slowly sides it from the back of his neck. Feeling it leave him, his whole body starts to tingle.

"Drop it to the ground." Sebastian says and Ciel lets the tie fall from his fingers on to the ground. "Now, run your fingers over the buttons of your shirt, I want you feel them." Ciel wavers slightly as his hands hover over the buttons of his shirt. He feels ridiculous being put on display like this, watched like he is some kind of performer on stage. His hands shake as he slowly draws his fingers up the line of buttons feeling them on the pads of his fingertips. His body inadvertently shivers as the fabric presses lightly against his chest. "Unbutton your shirt, slowly."

Nodding, Ciel raises his hands to his collar, rolling his hand; he starts to unbutton his shirt, button by button. Getting to the middle he starts to feel the cool air hit his skin as he struggles to continue. Unsteady hands anxiously resist going any further, despite Ciels' efforts to try and will himself to finish. Drawing in another deep breath, he attempts to try again, this time, his body listens as he flexes his hands to try and relax them and continues.

Sebastian watches him with interest as Ciel starts to reveal himself to him like a perfectly wrapped present coming undone. Once he finishes, he drops his hands to the sides as he waits for his next instruction. Sebastian sits forward as he watches Ciel worriedly rock from side to side in his stance. Smiling to himself, he strokes his bottom lip as he remains quiet.

Ciels' heart beats so hard he feels like he may have a heart attack as the fear starts to over take him. The music isn't that loud but it feels overbearing, trying to block it out of his mind, he focuses on his breathing as he listens to the sound of air as it leaves his lungs through parted lips. Say something, anything. He demands in his head but Sebastian remains quiet, leaving him to stew for a little while longer.

Sebastian observes how impatient he becomes as he keeps rubbing his sweaty palms against his the sides of his jeans. He listens to Ciel as he huffs to himself, waiting for something to happen and then curse under his breath when nothing does. Smiling, Sebastian sits back as he continues to stare at him.

"Take off your shirt, slide it from your shoulders and drop it to the ground." He orders, keeping his tone firm but gentle.

Ciel sighs out with relief, finally, some kind of instruction, he thinks as he puts his hands to his collar. He starts to slide the shirt from his shoulders. His body shivers as he lets himself feel the smoothness of the fabric as it slips down his small fame and to the small of his back. As it starts to fall, he begins to feel anxious as his body starts to tighten and tense up, especially after he lets it drop off of him and onto the floor. His discomfort is made worse by the knowledge that he's being watched and examined by Sebastian. However, he is determined to continue. Whatever else Sebastian wants to throw at him, he is resolute that he will do it.

"Now, unbutton your jeans." He instructs. Ciel nods and slowly starts to unhook each button from its hole. Without meaning to, he moves with the rhythm of the music playing out over the speakers, hips sway to the beat as he lets himself be taken over by it. "Take them off." Sebastian smiles as he wonders if Ciel will actually do it. To his surprise, the young man shimmies the jeans down to his knees, steps out of the legs and discards them on the ground next to his shirt and tie. Standing upright, he now feels completely exposed as he stands in front of Sebastian. Fidgeting, he wraps his arms around his chest and then drops them to the sides, trying to figure out how best to stand. Sebastian gets up from the chair and picks up a small length of hemp rope from the table in front. He starts to walk over to Ciel, rhythmically tapping the side of his leg with his crop.

Ciel trembles, he can hear the taps become louder as Sebastian gets closer. His palms start to sweat, his breathing is forced and he feels as though he is going to pass out. What is he doing? This is so unlike him. He thinks as his mind struggles to find the logic behind his actions. He just couldn't, he feels hypnotized by Sebastian, lured in like a fly to a spiders web, stuck and unable to get out, even though he knows he can leave at any time. Before he has the chance to dwell on it any further, he can sense Sebastian standing right in front of him.

He is so close it causes the hair on his skin to rise. He exhales nervously with a little shudder as Sebastian regards him, almost studying him as he leans to the side. Holding out his crop, he trails the tip down Ciels' cheek to his neck. The young man trembles with fear as he feels the leather run across his skin.

"What is that?" He asks.

"It's my riding crop." Sebastian replies.

"I thought you said that there would be no pain?"

"Are you in pain right now?" He arches a brow as he slides the crop down his chest.

"No." He utters softly under the touch of the tip.

"Then where is the worry?" Sebastian questions as he walks behind Ciel.

"I don't know."

"Are you scared?"

"No, of course not." Ciel almost snaps back, defiantly showing no hesitation even though he is nervous right down to the very core.

"Glad to hear it." He smiles, leaning over his back. Ciel can feel his hot breath on the back of his neck and it causes the fine hairs on his skin to rise. "Now put your hands behind your back." He whispers into his ear. Ciel slowly puts his arms behind his back and holds them there; he exhales quietly and remains still as Sebastian grips his wrists, squeezing them lightly. "I'm going to tie your wrists together." Sebastian takes the short strand of rope into his hands, carefully slipping it between Ciels' back and his wrists. His breath catches in his throat as he feels the coarse fibers lightly scratch at his skin when the rope loops around. He is scared, he is nervous but he feels ready to take on this challenge.

Sebastian takes his time, slowly and methodically wrapping the rope around Ciels' wrists three times before pushing the loose ends between them and knotting it together, binding him tightly. Hooking his fingers, around the middle of the knot, he pulls Ciel towards him. Placing his other hand on his shoulder, he turns him around and marches him over to the desk. His thighs hit the edge and Sebastian places his hand on the center of his back, guiding him down, resting his chest on the cool wood.

Ciel instantly becomes jittery, for however ready he feels he is, he can't help but let the rush of adrenaline start to overpower him. Squeezing his hands into fists, he rocks from side to side as he struggles to get out from under Sebastians' firm hold.

"It's natural to be scared but fighting against me will get you nowhere." He states calmly.

"I'm not scared, I was just unprepared for this." Ciel grunts. Sebastian knows he's lying as he continues to try and free himself so the pressure on his back remains.

"Just breathe, it will help you calm down." Sebastian says sweetly as he draws in a deep breath, loud enough for Ciel to hear. As he exhales, he can feel Ciel instantly start to calm as they begin to breath in tandem.

As they breathe, Sebastian starts to ease his hold on him, rubbing his back softly. Rolling his shoulders as he breathes out, Ciel feels himself start to relax as Sebastians' gentle touch soothes and pacifies him.

"Are you all right?" Sebastian asks, spreading his fingers across his back as he continues to breathe in and out. Ciel waits a moment and then slowly nods.

"Yes." He confirms

"Good, now spread your legs." He commands and Ciel obeys with little hesitation, slowly spreading his legs apart. Sebastian traces the tip of his crop down the inside of his thighs, causing Ciel to shudder. Pushing it into the side of his thigh, he urges him to move it out further, to which Ciel complies.

Taking a small step back, a slight smirk creeps on to his lips whilst Sebastian admires the look of him. He looks at his smooth skin, seemingly untouched and without a single blemish. His back remains straight and even though his eyes are covered, he can still see a trace of audacity in his face, with the way he holds his head up off of the desk. He is clearly apprehensive as every muscle is flexed and tight but he seems calm.

Bending over, Sebastian sits the crop down on the desk and places both of his hands on the tops of Ciels' shoulders; he then runs them down the length of his arms. Sucking in a sharp intake of breath through his teeth, Ciel holds it in his chest as Sebastian slides his hands over his back.

"Does that feel good?" He coos sweetly, his honeyed tone dripping off of his tongue.

"Yes." Ciel breathes out and nods. His whole body feels electrified as Sebastian continues to feel him from his arms to the back of his thighs.

"I told you, this experience will be a pleasurable one." He reassures him as he strokes each curve of Ciel, exploring and searching every nuance and every inch of his skin.

Ciel wiggles under his touch, completely unable to control himself as fingers lazily crawl over the back of his neck, drawing themselves across the top of his shoulders and down to the sides of his waist. Sebastians' fingertips trail over him, which causes goose bumps to rise on his skin as he tingles all over. He has never felt like this before and he sinks into it, the movement and the sensation. He feels it through the very fiber of his being and it shakes him. His body slinks to the rhythm of the music as it plays and he falls deeper, letting it control and take him over.

He needs Sebastians' touch as he writhes around, breathing in air like it's the last time he'll ever inhale and holding it in filled lungs. I want to touch him, he thinks as Sebastian hits that special spot right on his side. Rolling his head from side to side, he mewls sweetly as he imagines what it would be like to run his hands over Sebastians' skin, to feel him as intimately as he is being felt, to have him pressed against him.

Letting his imagination overtake him, he moves around for further contact with Sebastians' hands, almost directing where they should land next and Sebastian is all too happy to oblige. He can sense that Ciel is hungry; he knows that he is desperate for more with each twist of his body.

Smiling, Sebastian watches as Ciel performs for him. He didn't envisage that he would elicit such a beautiful response with each sigh and shiver. Every time fingers land on his skin, Ciel clinches and flexes his body enjoying the tightness and the release, he softly breathes out as he slithers and slides along the top of the desk.

With a slight smirk, Sebastian inches his fingers down to Ciels' hips and delicately runs them across the waistband of his underwear, slipping in between the elastic and skin. Ciels' body seizes up as Sebastian starts to slowly tug and pull down his underwear.

"Relax and breathe." Sebastian reminds him as he slowly draws them down.

"Wait, what are you doing?" Ciel gasps as he starts to become more exposed.

"What does it feel like I'm doing?" Sebastian replies as he continues to pull them down below his knees.

"Hey, I didn't say you could do that." He protests.

"Oh? Is that so?" Sebastian smirks.

"Yes."

"Well it seems to me that you are in no position to be giving me orders, wouldn't you agree?" He snorts as he runs his fingers over the smooth curve of his ass cheek. Ciel shivers and shakes as Sebastian lightly strokes him.

"But-"

"You know what to say if you want me to stop." He interrupts him.

Ciel thinks to himself for a moment as Sebastian gently taps his fingers on the skin, making it flush as it draws the blood to the surface. Did he want him to stop? What did he want? All he knows is that he wants Sebastian to touch him, to scratch his skin, to claw at him and dig in deep. He needs him to feel him, to have his hands command his body, and make him move just as he has been.

Although, he feels conflicted. For however much he wants this he can't help but feel as though he can't let go. Wanting these things, giving up control, he just can't seem to let himself do it, even though he feels so very good. Ciel craves his touch, he didn't know that it is even possible to desire something so simple, but here he is, being played by this man, and it makes him feel heady, powerful and addicted. He knows what he wants and he's determined to get it.

"More." He utters as Sebastian continues to tap him lightly.

"More?" He repeats and Ciel hesitantly nods his head.

"I want more."

"Well then, lets give you more." Sebastian agrees casting his eyes to the side and over various implements on display. Eyes widen as they land on a large handled suede flogger, smiling as he collects it.

Wrapping the tail of the flogger around his hand he watches Ciel, he looks so helpless, so perfect bent over the desk like this. His breathing is heavy and labored as he shivers with eager anticipation. Ciel can hear everything so vividly especially the sound of the leather being pulled tight around the knuckles of the rubber gloves. He can smell it, the sweet, soft scent of suede as it hangs in the air.

Sebastian moves to stand in front of him and holds out the handle. He places it under Ciels' chin and lifts his head up. He's pleased to see Ciels' lips instinctively part; they look deliciously inviting as they glisten in the dim light. Sliding the handle from his chin to the side of his cheek, he strokes him gently. Ciel flinches slightly but he remains still as Sebastian traces the tip of the handle across his wet lips. Running the handle back under his chin and tilting his face upwards, Sebastian leans over and places his other hand on the side of his face. Ciel twitches at the contact but Sebastian ignores it, sliding his thumb over his bottom lip, pulling it out slightly.

Humming to himself, Sebastian regards Ciel whose breath hitches with each trail of his thumb across his parted lips. A twinge of excitement races through him and he can't wait to see these lips part when they pant and beg for more, which hopefully will be soon.

Removing his hand from his face, Sebastian goes around the desk and behind Ciel as he starts to uncoil the tail from his hand. Letting the strands drop and dangle delicately over Ciels' back, he faintly touches them to his skin. Ciel clenches his fists, his mind races wanting to know what's on him as he drags the flogger over Ciels' body.

Pulling at the strips of the tail, he fans it out across his back as he trails it. Ciels starts to quiver as he feels the soft texture of the suede on him. He licks his lips as he starts to breathe out softly letting his body start to move under the command of the flogger. Sebastian circles it around in a figure eight, watching as Ciel starts to glide around on the top of the desk.

He breathes out in a light pant as his body stretches and contorts, enjoying the sensation of the leather on his skin. As he moves, Ciel can start to feel himself getting hard. His cheeks flush and burn with embarrassment and he silently curses himself for allowing such a thing to happen so easily but he can't help it, this is what he wants, what he craves.

In this moment, he feels his inhibitions start to melt away as he squirms around on the desk. His mind attempts to empty itself of all thoughts as he lets himself experience this rush of endorphins coursing through him. Arching his back, Ciel attempts to lean into the sensation as he feels it hit him. However, a sudden wave of panic comes over him and he starts to tense up. What is he doing? How can he capitulate so readily? He didn't know, it happened so quickly, much faster than he expected. His mind screams no but his body has other ideas as it works against him. He wants to fight it, to protest but he couldn't bring himself to do it, he just feels so wonderful. He finds himself trapped in the dreamy haze that he was in the first time he came here, like he has been put under a spell.

He has never experienced anything like this before. The feel of the cool wood pressing against his chest, the gentle caress of gloved fingertips searching him, and the sensation of soft suede being languidly dragged across his skin. He is electric, every nerve ending is charged, and he becomes lightheaded and dizzy as he lets himself enjoy it.

Reaching over to the side and sitting the flogger down, Sebastian grabs a large ostrich feather and moves from Ciels' lower back down past his thighs to the back of his kneecaps, twisting and twirling it ever so delicately. Ciels' body starts to spasm as his knees go weak, causing them to hit the side of the desk with a thud. Squirming around, he whines as a surge of excruciating pain mixed with pleasure courses through him. He wants to giggle, he wants to cry out but instead, he rides each wave that crashes over him.

Sebastian is delighted by what he sees; this young man is crippled by the little use of a feather. How delicious, he thinks to himself as he moves the feather up his body to the back of his elbows. Ciel wiggles like a worm on a hook as his whines get higher in pitch. Sebastian loves to hear this sound, as it lets him know he's getting his desired results. Let's see if I can make him moan? He smirks.

Using his teeth, Sebastian tugs at the fingers of his glove as he pulls it off his left hand, dropping it to the side. He then places his hand on Ciels' ass, dragging his black lacquered nails down from the base of the tailbone to just underneath the cheek and back up again, watching as he leaves a red trail of scratch marks along his backside.

"Ah…" Ciel exhales softly as he starts to writhe, arching his back and pushing himself into Sebastians' hand.

"My, my, are we enjoying ourselves?" He purrs as he starts to pinch and squeeze the flesh gently. Ciel nods his head frantically as he gasps with each pinch. Rolling his head from side to side, Ciel begins to enjoy the sharp sensation that races through his body.

Sebastian starts to squeeze harder, holding on for longer, which causes Ciel to cry out. Letting go, he gently rubs the reddened skin to soothe the slight pain and then he repeats the process again. Observing him, Sebastian smiles as each pinch educes such a sweet response. The way Ciel becomes so pliable under his fingers, how he sighs out and gasps with each touch.

Ciel is agonizingly hard as he feels it pressing against the wood of the desk. Shifting around, he desperately tries to relieve some of the pressure but he can't seem to get any relief. Scooting himself forward, he pushes his hips down on the edge and, taking advantage of the weight, he starts to rub against it as Sebastian continues to stroke the feather against his lower back and pinch him.

Ciel starts to delight in the touch of the feather, the feel of Sebastians' hand, and how he grinds against the desk. Feeling overloaded with all the sensations, his whimpers turn into breathy moans as he can't stop them from leaving his mouth.

Sebastian frowns as he sees Ciel start to take pleasure in his movements. "Who said you could please yourself?" He scolds him. "I should punish you for that."

"Punish?" Ciel whines loudly at that comment as he wiggles around. Dropping the feather to the side, Sebastian runs his gloved hand over his back.

"How should I punish you?" He wonders aloud, thinking as his hand softly strokes Ciels' back. "I know." He smiles, turning to stand directly behind Ciel. He wraps his hands on his hips and pulls him back from the desk.

"No, wait!" Ciel complains as Sebastians' gloved hand travels past the sides of his hips and down his thigh, slipping it in between his legs. Ciel jolts as Sebastians' hand lands on his cock, gently cupping it in his palm, squeezing and pumping it softly.

"My, you have enjoyed yourself, haven't you?" He purrs as he feels how hard he is.

Ciel whimpers pathetically under his hand as Sebastian strokes his cock ever so carefully, running his fingers over the length. The sensation alone causes Ciel to buck his hips, trying to get better contact with his hand but it only makes Sebastian go even lighter. The feeling is torturous as he's desperate for his touch, something much harder and he tries again, arching his back to push himself forward but Sebastian draws his hand back, already anticipating his moves.

"What do you want?" He asks sweetly.

"T-touch me harder, please." The words pour out from his lips before he has the chance to stop them.

"You want me to go harder?"

"Yes!" He whines.

"Then beg me, beg me to touch harder you." Sebastian growls as he continues to lightly run his fingers over his ever hardening erection.

"Please, please touch me harder."

"Hm, I don't think you want it badly enough."

"I-I do!" Ciel cries out, struggling and writhing under Sebastians' delicate touch.

"Then beg me slut and I want you to address me properly, say please Master, can you do that for me?"

Ciels' jaw drops open at being called such a term.

"I'm not a slut and I'm not saying that." He objects as Sebastian runs his thumb over the tip of his cock, causing him to jerk around in spite of himself.

"Suit yourself but if you want me to go harder, I think you'd better address me properly." He shrugs. "And tell me, how is it that you enjoy my touch so much?"

Staying quiet, Ciel turns his head to the side as his cheeks rouge. He hates this, isn't it enough that he is in such a humiliating position? Bent over a desk in nothing but a blindfold, tied and tormented by something as simple as touch. Sebastian is right, Ciels' body aches to be touched, to be stroked and he is desperate for a release. However, if he is to get what he wants, what he needs, he knows that he is going to have to say it; these words will have to leave his lips. His whole body cringes at the notion of having to say something so degrading but he can feel Sebastians' fingers tenderly caress and play with his cock and it is about all he can stand.

Ciels' mouth drops open but nothing comes out, not even an exhale. He can feel the word stuck in his throat as he hesitates to say it. Sebastian smirks as he watches him struggle, as he lets the tips of his fingers leisurely crawl from the base of the shaft of the tip. Ciel squirms as he tries to push his hips into Sebastians' hand but again, he moves away. Giving up, he decides to try again.

"Please…" He whispers.

"Now that alone just won't do." Sebastian shakes his head as he continues to pinch his skin. Ciel hisses and whines at the pain but it's not as painful as the ever so ginger touch on his cock.

"Please Master, please touch me harder." He begs through gritted teeth.

"Again."

"Please Master." He whimpers.

"Louder, let me hear you." Sebastian coaxes as his fingers gently stroke the head.

"P-please Master, please touch me harder." Ciel practically shouts, desperate for some kind of relief.

"No." Sebastian states simply as he takes his hand away. He smiles as he listens to Ciel whine and watches his bottom lip protrude as he pouts. Bending over, he puts his lips right next to Ciels' ear as he growls lowly. Ciel can feel it vibrate through his back and chest as Sebastian breathes lightly into his ear. "It's time to get dressed."

"What? No." Ciel protests, after all of that, he hoped that he would get something out of it. Sebastian quickly undoes the knot of the blindfold and takes it off of him. Ciel starts to whine when he moves to his wrists, pulling at the knot, freeing him.

"Don't be greedy, you have two more sessions." He grins as Ciel starts to stand up. He swiftly reaches down and pulls up his underwear as Sebastian steps away from him. Snapping the elastic around his waist, Ciel rolls his shoulders and rubs his wrists as he turns to Sebastian, who is sitting on one of the chairs. Leaning back, Sebastians' eyes linger on Ciels' crotch as he lets a wry smile remain on his lips. The young man is still hard, much to his amusement.

Feeling the weight of Sebastians' watchful eyes, Ciel hurriedly goes to his pile of clothes, collecting his jeans he quickly slips them on over his legs and attempts to button them up but he's run into a slight problem.

"Shit." He curses quietly to himself.

"You can either take care of that here or there is a bathroom." Sebastian offers. "I don't mind if you do it here." He pauses for a moment as he looks at Ciels' horrified face. "I can even watch if you like?"

"No, that will not be necessary." Ciel states, "I will just, um, wait."

"Very well but the offer stands, should you wish to take it up." He smirks.

Ciel rolls his eye as he finishes buttoning his jeans, feeling thoroughly embarrassed by the whole situation, he just wants to leave as fast as he can. Bending over, he grabs his shirt and throws it over his shoulders, pulling the sleeves up over his arms. Nimble fingers quickly rush to button up his shirt as he tries to shake this feeling of nervous energy that courses through him. He enjoyed himself and that scares him, terrifies him as he can't control it, especially as his body still tingles as though Sebastians' hands were still on him.

He didn't prepare for this, he didn't imagine he would ever feel the rush that has now over taken him. He wants to enjoy it, savor it but equally he can't help but feel panicked, this is all out of his control.

"You don't have to leave so soon." Sebastian says, watching him curiously whilst he finishes getting ready.

"Yeah, I do, I have to get back to work." Ciel replies as he finishes tying his shoelaces and stands up, going over to the door.

"Well then, if you must leave I won't stop you." He pauses as he smiles. "Don't forget, for our next session, I expect you to be ready with what turns you on."

"I haven't forgotten." Ciel nods as he places his hand on the door handle, readying to pull it open.

"So, this means that you will be coming back?" He wonders aloud.

Keeping his head down, Ciel turns to Sebastian as he nods.

"Yes, I will be coming back." He mutters softly.

"I'm glad to hear it."

"I really should go now." He pushes down on the handle and opens the door, quickly slipping out.

Sebastians' eyes linger on the door as he watches Ciel hastily leave.

How odd. He thinks to himself as he seems to have been in such a rush to get out, and we were having so much fun too.

Ciel is unlike any client he has played with before, even though they have only met twice, Sebastian couldn't wait to see him again. He is hooked; he knew he would be the first moment the young man stepped into the dungeon. Sitting back, he crosses his legs as he puts his elbow on the armrest and his chin in the palm of his hand. He starts to let his mind wander back to the events of the session and how wonderfully beautiful Ciel looked as he was bent over the desk. Sebastian can still feel the smooth texture of his skin and hear the soft sound of his mewls as he wiggled and writhed under his touch. Sebastian memorized every facet of his body; all the places he can touch that will make him purr sweetly and moan loudly.

He wonders if he can get him to come back for more than the next two sessions as he isn't finished with him just yet. He's intrigued by Ciel, there is something enticing about his haughty yet nervous demeanor, it makes his mouth water just thinking about it. How much fun would it be to be able to break this prideful young man? Sebastian is all too eager to find out.

Until next time, Ciel. He smiles.