Wednesday evening...

Mey-Rin collapsed, exhausted on her bed, taking her glasses off and sighing in relief. She knew she had to wear the specially made spectacles to keep her super sharp eyesight from being used everyday, making it even easier when she patrolled the Phantomhive Manor rooftops some nights to spot even the smallest movements, but it was hard to do when she had Sebastian's device digging into her vaginal walls as well. She squeezed her eyes shut and opened, blinking at the perfectly seen ceiling. That was how she saw Sebastian walking in the edge of the forest, the night she was taken for the first time by him.

The three servants, each with their own story that they rarely shared, took nights to walk the grounds, keeping the Earl Phantomhive safe from those who wished to harm him. She always wondered why a 14 year old boy would need such expertise, but figured Bard and Finny were there because they needed a second chance and a purpose as well. She had been on her round to check the loaded riffles she had on the south end of the manor's roof when she saw the tall black clad servant, Sebastian, moving like a cat off the grounds and into the woods. She swore he turned a little and meet her gaze, but she had shaken it off after he disappeared.

Mey-Rin had always liked the darker, mysterious men, and in her previous line of work, she had her share of admirers. It was not easy being a female with an intense interest in weapons, and was better at shooting things then her male counterparts. She was a proper young lady, just always slept with at least 23 loaded guns.

Finishing her check, she caught him once more walking the edge, almost surveying the Manor with a sweep of his head, and once more resting the odd eyes in her direction. Peeking over the roof top, she stared at the handsome face caught in the waning moonlight. Slowly he turned, and she scrambled back down to the main floor - her curiosity and draw toward the man finally making her legs do something about it.

"You are just as beautiful without your glasses," his voice had breathed when she stepped into the forest. She spun around, eyes scanning. Nothing.

"You are an amazing woman, Mey-Rin. So good at your job. So faithful to carry out the orders of your master," Sebastian's silky voice said, seemingly coming from around her. She turned and bumped into his well tailored suit front. She looked up and gasped as he smiled down at her. She felt as if she would burst a vain in her nose at the sight.

"But your orders tonight was to make sure the Manor was guarded, was it not?"

"Yes, Mister Sebastian. I just finished when I saw something in the woods."

"'Something?'" he asked, raising his eyebrow. "I thought I made myself clear."

Mey-Rin blushed from the bottom of her shoes to the tips of her ears, wishing she had her glasses on to hid the redness in her cheeks and slight lust in her eyes. Perhaps she should just have stayed on the roof, put her glasses back on and gone to bed.

She bowed and bit her lip, not at all feeling like the confident assassin she was deep down. "I'm sorry, please forgive me."

He slipped his hand slowly up her face and smiled. "Your nose is bleeding."

"Ah!" she said, pulling back from his hot fingers and wiping her nose on the cuff of her maid's outfit. "Damn," she whispered, pulling the once white cuff off her face and seeing it stained a deep red. "I need to clean these."

Before she could turn, absentmindedly forgetting Sebastian was still standing in front of her, his hand stopped her, digging into her shoulder like the recoil of her riffle. "You will not turn away when I wish to look at you," he snarled.

Mey-Rin looked up quickly and saw his face only inches away from hers now. Her excellent eye sight took in the smallest amount of change in his eyes as he looked at her. She shuttered; a desire was burning inside the eyes. "I am sorry Mister Sebastian."

"Twice you had to apologize," he muttered, sweeping his fingers up her cheeks and into her hair. She gave a small sigh as he yanked her head to follow him as he stood up over her. "And you are away from your duty station." He licked his lips slowly and Mey-Rin felt as if her nose would start gushing. "I must teach you not to do such silly things again."

"Yes, Mister Sebastian," she breathed. Deep down she was melting into the puddle of goo her romantic heart had turned her into. The handsome butler was in the woods, his hands on her face and tugging into her hair. She closed her eyes. It had been only two days since she had the vivid dream of his fingers pleasing her, and she desperately wanted more.

Sebastian took his hands away as quickly as he had placed them on her, his eyes turning cold a bit as he pushed her to turn around and walk back to the Manor. He took her by the wrist and lead her up to the old wing of the manor, a part they hardly used. The Manor was huge; only six people occupied the space. She walked as fast as she could as Sebastian practically dragged her toward a room. Opening it, he pushed her inside and lit the gas lamp overhead, throwing the dark shadows into the deeper corners of the rather larger bedchamber then any of them had. She looked at the bed, a nice mahogany low-four poster bed, and smiled; of course the head butler would have nicer accommodations, he took care of the young master exclusively.

"I hear you like to fantasize about me," he whispered as he stood still behind her. Mey-Rin blushed deeply once more. "Not really appropriate for a young lady, is it?"

She found herself spun around and once more her chin was cupped between his thumb and forefinger, squeezing. She shook her head quickly, his grip loosening.

"Ah, but I would be lying if I did not say I understood the attraction, or enjoy the desire." He removed his hand slowly, letting his fingers trail over her chin and pulling it up with one finger so she looked at him fully. "I would also be lying if I did not say I never thought of you in rather un-butler like ways."

Mey-Rin's nose started bleeding again and she wished to sink into the earth, her very being on fire at the confession of mutual desire.

"What to do with your disobedience though?" he mulled.

He pushed her on the bed, letting her put her cuff back to her nose and tilt her head to stop it. He moved toward a cabinet and slid the door open, revealing several items. Her eyes narrowed and she gave a small gasp.

"Ah, you know what these are? Naughty maid, you are," he said, deep satisfaction, laced with a dose of his own desire, leaked into his voice as he took two off the shelf. Stepping toward her, and in the brighter light of the gas lamp overhead, she saw that in his gloved hands he held two polished dildos. "I have not had the pleasure of using these in a while," he said, drawing out each word as his eyes drilled into hers. "I think this would be perfect for your particular… needs."

Mey-Rin bit her lip and felt her vagina leak her juices in anticipation? Hope? Desire? The same way she had started off her vivid dream of Sebastian using his long fingers to curl into her and draw out the hidden places and orgasm. She threw her head back and found herself laying on the softest sheets she had ever felt. Startled, she snapped her eyes open as Sebastian carefully straddled her waist. His long legs tucked close to hers and he smiled, a wicked, deep promised, smile. She met him with one of her own.

"You are the maid, Mey-Rin, and I am the head butler of Phantomhive. You are forgetting your place," he scolded lightly tracing her apron covering her chest. "Please wipe that smile of a immodesty off your lips. I would hate to punish you further for that slip of position."

"Yes, Sebastian."

"MISTER. Sebastian," he forcefully corrected her. "I am still your superior. Even if I ask for you to do rather lewd things as part of your punishment, I still know best."

She shuttered at the absolute authority in his voice. "Yes Mister Sebastian."

"Good." He shifted to sit up and placed both solid objects in one hand and with his left hand he reached between his legs and dragged her skirts up slowly. His eyes never left hers, and she watched as the fire in his red eyes flared as her dress drifted up further, her own anticipation smell hitting her nose. He groaned and let the dress fall over her stomach, reaching down and slipping two fingers over her now exposed pussy lips. He dipped one finger in and rested his palm on the outer parts, smiling as she bucked and silently demanded his finger deeper in her.

"A good dream, perhaps?" he whispered as he rubbed her.

"Mmm," she muttered, her eyes fluttering closed. "A good dream."

"Perhaps it was not a dream," he said, his voice now next to her ear. She snapped her eyes open and was about to say something when Sebastian plunged two fingers deep inside her vagina and pumped them like he had done to her two nights previous. He still was amazed he had been bold enough to touch the woman, let alone do anything sexual. Now he covered her lips with his, his right hand still holding the dildos he planned to use. "I hate to give you only pleasure, my dear Mey-Rin. After all, this should be punishment for you forgetting your place."

"Please, Mister Sebastian, whatever you think best," she moaned against his lips, trying to work her limbs to wrap them around his neck and pull him deeper into her mouth.

Quickly Sebastian was gone and he had one of the dildos, a short, white stone one. He smiled over her skirts and teased her lips with it before pressing it to her opening. Mey-Rin bit her lip and gave a small shout as it passed deeper into her. She was not a virgin, but had not been with a man in at least five years. She had only used her fingers to please herself when she was frustrated, and now, having a solid object inserted deep into her, she moaned his name.

"I told you how to address me," Sebastian growled, slipping the phallus deeper and harder. "Do it again."

"Mister Sebastian," she moaned. "Punish me."

"Yes, Mey-Rin, always," he sighed, and she tossed her head as she felt herself build up to an orgasm, as good as the last one, she hoped. The dildo sped up and changed angle, making her grip the fine sheets below her and screamed as an orgasm rolled though her body. Sebastian's hand quickly clamped over her mouth and continued to thrust the object in and out of her. He smiled as she panted, coming down slowly. She felt the dildo slip out of her and he brought it, covered with her juices, to her lips. "Suck."

She did. She looked at him, her eyes half closed in lust as she worked her tongue around the phallus, wishing it was warm and attached to him. She tried to squeeze her legs together, but was stopped by another, larger dildo, curved at the head, slide deep into her. Her eyes widened at the sudden invasion and Sebastian kept the dildo firmly in her mouth. His red eyes gleamed as he pumped the larger dildo in and out of her pussy and controlled the one in her mouth. He smiled slowly as she approached another climax. The devil was enjoying watching her writhe in pleasure and pain under him. Mey-Rin flooded the second dildo with her juices.

"I hope know that this is torture on my as well, Mey-Rin," Sebastian said, leaving the dildo deep in her weeping pussy. "How I wish you could take me in your body."

She finally fund the strength to push her hands on his arm, slowly lifting the dildo out of her mouth. A small pop and her saliva still on it, she smiled and quirked an eyebrow at the head butler. "You used dildos to punish me and you are the one in pain? How is that fair, Mister Sebastian? And why do you think my body will not gladly take that pain as you have taken mine?"

"Mmm, pleasure and pain are on the same level, are they not? My pleasure is giving you a punishment you will not soon forget, and my pain is that I have to give it to you through other means," he mused. A slow smile graced his lips and he pushed back to sitting up once more. He slowly undid his pants. "You do seem apt to taking cock."

She smiled at his wicked words. She thought about scolding him about that - and to a lady! - but figured he needed the cruel words to be uttered. And she did not deny it, she wanted him worse now than she ever had. The tease with the dildos, if that was all it had been, would have given her more fantasies then if the dearest object of her deepest fantasies was not slowly being revealed as he peeled, agonizingly slowly, down his pants and his cock began to appear. It was marvelous. Long like the tallest phallus on his shelf - maybe 12 inches - and thicker than the one she had still deep in her. It was hard and weeping his pre-cum. She licked her lips and struggled to sit up.

"Please, Mister Sebastian," she cooed, reaching out to touch the forbidden object now almost in her grasp. "Please, let me be punished with this one."

He quickly flipped her over and had her on all fours, taking out the dildo and thrusted deeper into her with his own throbbing cock. He pulled the maid back and sawed in and out, covering her mouth as he pounded into her. She felt as if she was floating, her breasts bouncing in her tight corset, her pussy spread wide, and her leg muscles working hard to keep her upright. He did not touch her other than her mouth, and his hot breath was the only indicator he was panting. She came again, and her punisher did not let up. She bit into his hand and he growled, dropping her back on all fours and slamming her into the mattress. Her eyes rolled back at the pleasure and pain Sebastian was giving her body.

"Mey-Rin," the voice said, seemingly far away. "You are ruining your new bedding, my sweet assassin."

Mey-Rin was pulled from the memory and to the present, Sebastian laying next to her, his ungloved hands on her breasts and making small circles above her vagina. The cock in her still was there, and she pulled her muscles together to squeeze as his finger drifted lower toward the chain that now laid on her inner thigh.

She turned and saw Sebastian smiling down at her. She leaned up and was rewarded with a deep French kiss that left her panting.

"Seb - Mister Sebastian," she gasped.

"I told you I would see if you were being a good girl," he answered, brushing her lips around the dildo. "And I see you have been dreaming of me again."

"Yes, I was." She felt a small blush cross her face and she scolded herself. He watched her sleep and most times pleasured her physically when she had her vivid sex dreams, which was almost all the time since her first taste of his cock sliding into her.

"I can not wait to bring you to pleasure when I get you to the dungeon," he replied, nipping at her neck and squeezing her nipples hard. And with that, he slipped out of her bed, out of her bedroom, and back into the night which she both loved and hated. She closed her eyes and pinched her nipples again, sighing as she drifted to sleep.