"Se-Sebastian I can't take it..." my master grumbled between pants.
"Try to relax..." I whispered softly, "Put your hands up on the wall."
"It feels terrible..." Ciel groaned, sweat dripping from his brow and down his skinny, bare shoulders.
"You'll get used to it," I said, trying to not be too cheerful that he was uncomfortable. I am a butler, so I try my best to keep my opinions to myself.
"B-but – my organs are gonna pop out!" Ciel screamed.
I was lacing him up in a corset and I would have long lost my patience with my master if I did not enjoy seeing him in helpless situations so much. I often took several beatings to see him in such positions and now I was causing him this distress. I knew I would probably pay for it later but it was worth it.
"I sincerely doubt that has ever happened to any woman put in a corset." I told him, pulling it tighter.
I so enjoyed seeing him struggle, but I didn't enjoy seeing him be harmed. As much of a sadist as I am I did not like the idea of my master being harmed – by someone else at least.
I hurt my master in the end. I would never again get to see his discomfort or fear as some pervert told him that he was to be sold into prostitution, and even worse I would never again get to see his satisfaction.
Sadist or not, I loved seeing the look he got on his face when he was pleased with me. I guess after a few years with the boy I may have become a bit subservient because I could think of nothing better then that smug little grin he got when he was praising me to others – except cats, cats were cuter.
Yet, I could think of nothing worse then seeing the light leave those crystal blue eyes.
I felt a finger touch my body in a place that fingers should never go, waking me abruptly from my dreams of Ciel. I grabbed the hand that it was attached to and gave it a bone-crushing twist. The man attached to the hand screamed.
His face was one I didn't recognize but agony looked good on it, pale brown skin twisted and scrunched with pain. The agony looked even better as I saw two white wings and the memories of last night came flooding back. I didn't care if it was the angel that did it, I just wanted to kill something. I grabbed his arm and gave it a twist until I heard the rather panicked voice of my "master".
"SEBASTIAN STOP! Let him go, THAT'S AN ORDER!"
I dropped the angel on the floor, he cradled his arm gently, "You fucking little bastard, I was trying to heal you!"
The blonde angel came up to him and offered him his hand, "Sorry about that, Raphael. I had no idea he would have such a violent reaction," he paused to glare at me, "I guess I'll just have to let it heal naturally, that's if I let it heal at all." he smiled at me.
I was going to be sick.
The other angel, ("Raphael" apparently) took it and stood up, "I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that, you're a sick freak, Angel." he shook his head, gathering his things- his glasses and medical supplies. He pulled at his pony tail as he walked brusquely past the blonde angel, suddenly he stopped, "But what else can be expected from you, Raguel's little angel." the tone in his voice was surely intended to mock and hurt the angel.
For a moment, it seemed to have worked, the angel looked down at the floor for a moment, but then he smiled, "Thanks for your assistance, Raphael." he said seeming more than sure of his words.
Raphael frowned and went out.
The angel went over to the bed I was sitting on and sat on the edge. I inched away from him as far as I could without falling off of my side. We sat there, looking each other over. My body was left bare from last night, but the sheet I was holding covered my privates. I was trying not to sit down, every time I did piercing pain shot up my spine.
He seemed comfortable enough, however. He was naked also and making no effort to cover an inch of his tan flesh. This idiot angel was shameless to say the least, his legs were even open, everything was on display. Despite the fact that he was a fucking faggot, his appearance wasn't feminine. He was tall and a had a a tone six pack, the biceps to match, evened out by the large muscles on his legs. His face was masculine but had a child like innocence about it. His wings were folded at his back and he just sat there.
All of a sudden, he smiled and smoothed his gold hair back, "Like what you see, kitten?"
I immediately looked down, "That was not the reason I was staring."
"Sure, kitten," he chuckled and came closer to me, I leaned back. He stared at me, his eyes looking over every bit of flesh I was unable to cover, "You're all bruised, I thought demons healed faster then that..." I didn't know whether I was supposed to comment or not, he didn't seem angry.
"Are you alright?" he asked suddenly, eyes filled with concern, "I went a little overboard last night."
A little?
"It's fine master," truth is, it still hurt like hell. Apparently, the contract didn't prevent me from lying to him. I just wanted him to leave, and I knew if I give this idiot an excuse to touch me he would.
"No, it's not, I can tell by the way your moving. Come here." he moved over me, since it wasn't a direct order I could disobey easily, I backed away even further.
"I would prefer not-" I began.
"Sebastian! You're being ridiculous! Stop it!" he said as the closer he got the farther I got away from him. We both fell off of the bed, him on top of me. I didn't freak out, I sighed. I guess there is really no use in prolonging the inevitable.
Suddenly, the door opened and in came the young angel that was so freaked out by the idea of having me in her house. Upon seeing us she screamed and covered her eyes.
"EWE! It's bad enough when you have girls here! This is just wrong! WRONG! He's a demon! HE'S A GUY!" she stumbled out of the room.
The angel got off of me to go after her, "We weren't doing anything! He wouldn't hold still! It's not my..." he slumped against the door, "..fault." he sighed. He glared at me again.
"I hate you."
I don't see how that was my fault.
After sulking for a minute he went over to me and reached out his hand, I stared at it, "Don't be an idiot, take it. Unless you want to lay on the floor all day." that was the first time anyone had ever accused me of being an idiot. I took his hand and he pulled me to him with a hard jolt, are chests pressed together as he kissed me.
My eyes widened in shock, was this supposed to be some kind of punishment for scaring off his friends? But... he was being gentle.
Last night, his kisses were harsh and his touching was cruel, and all of it was intended only to harm and assert his dominance over me. I didn't know what to make of this, his hands slid up and down my back like they belonged there, each touch barely grazing my flesh. My entire body was marked with bruises and lacerations and his touches still did not hurt. His hand rubbed small circles into my back down to my hips, causing me to stiffen.
So that's it.
Suddenly, his hand brushed my bottom. Instinctively, I jerked away, only causing our groins to collide. We were both naked. Great.
Th angel moaned into the kiss. I opened my mouth groan in utter annoyance that he was hardening against me but only succeeded in giving the angel an opening to pillage my mouth. His tongue going over every bit of flesh he could find, forcing me to taste him. I never would have said it aloud, but it wasn't an unpleasant taste. It was a bit like humans would describe vanilla.
He was pushing me back now, towards the bed. I resisted enough to buy time, until he gave an extra hard push, causing me to fall back on my heels. Before I knew it, we were both back on the bed and he was on top of me. Not again...
"I know you're still sore, so I'll leave your anus alone. I want you to use your hands and pump me."
"Why don't you just masturbate like a normal person?" I wrinkled my nose in disgust, the last thing I wanted to do was touch him.
"It's either that or, you can use your mouth," he gave an evil smile, "It's your choice, kitten."
I looked down at the tan cock dripping precum onto my abdomen, unsure. I didn't like the position I was in one bit, pinned down under him, but he was my master now and that meant I was stuck with him. I took a deep breath and internally shuddered, there was no escape.
I felt a hand gently stroke my cheek, pulling me away from my thoughts.
"Come on, kitten, please don't make me order you." he said softly, in a voice another may have mistaken as considerate. I made no such mistake. This angel was sick.
I chewed on my lower lip and reached out to touch the angel, he moaned the moment my fingers brushed the head. I jerked my hand away.
He chuckled, "Relax, baby, don't stop."
"Please don't call me that," just wanting to get this over with, I grabbed him in both hands a ran my palm down as hard as possible.
He cried out, "CHRIST! Not so rough, do you have any idea how to treat someone gently?"
I stared at him. He was criticizing me on how I was giving him a hand-job? I didn't even want to be doing this. Arrogant son of a- "Of course I know how to-" I started loudly until I felt a hand dip between my legs.
"Let me show you how it's done," he began to rub me.
My eyes widened, "D-don't," I could feel myself becoming hard in his hands and I clamped my eyes shut. He was being gentle now and my body responded immediately. I had to bite back a moan. My arms felt so heavy I let them drop without thinking.
"I didn't say you could stop," I opened my eyes to see him pouting, "just do as I do, and I promise, we'll both enjoy every last bit."
I didn't know what to do, so I just did as he said. I didn't want to get into a fight right now. I put my hands on him to mirror where his were on me.
He smiled and kissed my cheek, "That's better. Now, pay attention. This is going to be good."
With one hand, he began to massage my inner thigh and rub my testes with his thumb, and with the other, he slowly rubbed me up and down. Occasionally he even ran his nails down for friction.
I sucked hard on my lower lip as I mimicked his movements. He felt strange in my hand, hard and soft at the same time. The veins that ran up it felt like wires, protruding a little bit. I ran my finger over the little bump before the head as he did the same thing to mine. I hadn't done this sort of thing before. Not to Ciel or even myself, I never had to. The strangest thing I noticed was that despite his warm appearance he seemed to emanate no heat whatsoever. He was exactly cold, it was almost like touching a very realistic fake. I didn't know much about angels, maybe it was normal for them to feel like fresh corpses. I realized then the places I'd allowed my mind to wonder and almost laughed. It was funny the things you notice even in this hell.
I heard a low moan form the monster above me, "That's good... I knew you just needed a little help." he said huskily. His hands went a little faster, as did mine and suddenly I found myself biting down so hard on my bottom lip blood ran down my chin, trying to hold back the sounds I found myself making.
I know I had allowed him to hear my pained noises the night before, but this was a very different situation. That was pain, and I couldn't hold back my own blood so he already knew he was hurting me, but this... As much as I hated to admit it, this was pleasure. There wasn't nearly as much in shame to having a reaction to being hurt then there was in getting this much pleasure from being molested by a male angel. Not to mention one who had beaten and raped me the night before.
The angel leaned down and licked the blood off of my chin, "You are so cute," he smiled down at me as his hands got even faster, and harder.
I struggled to keep enough focus to watch what he was doing well enough to mimic it and still keep myself silent. His Cheshire-cat grin told me that that was his intention.
I must have glared at him because he laughed.
"Would it really kill you just relax?" his hands got even faster, harder and I was beginning to feel the warmth in my stomach, a tell tale sign my climax was coming soon. I was more then a little relieved. If I was on the edge, surely the man sitting on my hips was as well, and that meant this would soon be over.
"There's no shame in enjoying the pleasure your master gives you. This is your own little hell, so you won't get too much too often. You might as well learn to enjoy it as it comes." his breath against my neck was enough to cause me to visibly shudder, not totally out of disgust. He kissed me again, gently pulling my hair with the hand (I hoped ) he hadn't been using to pump me until I gave up and opened my mouth for him. I resisted more than a little, not only did I not want to suffer the indignity of having his tongue in my mouth for the second time this hour, I didn't want him to feel the vibrations in my throat. All the moans and whimpers I had been fighting to hold back.
He squeezed my penis hard and I knew this was the breaking point, he deepened the kiss down to my throat as I came all over my chest and his hand with a cry I know he felt. The same moment he came into my hands with a low moan that I could feel through the kiss. It made me nauseous.
He broke the kiss with a smile, despite the fact that neither of us needed to breath, we were both panting.. "That was fun, huh kitten?" he gently rubbed his forehead against my own. He sat up, seeming all too satisfied with himself.
The black hairs that had gotten stuck to my forehead were gross and sticky with sweat, I was going to push the hair from my face until I saw the state of my hand and sighed, lowering it. Immediately, the angel swept the dampened hair from my face.
"You're welcome." he said.
I glowered at him until I felt him scoop me up in my arms, "WHAT THE HELL?" I said in shock, "Wah-what are you doing? Put me down!"
"Not on your life, lover." he laughed, "Just be glad I'm in a good mood, or else I would've beaten you for trying to give mean order. I won't hesitate next time, you're mine. There's nothing you can do to prevent me from getting what I want from you, so don't fight me." he said as he kicked the door open and stepped into the hall.
I saw the logic in his words and laid my head against his chest, wrapping my arms around his neck to steady myself. I wanted strangle him, "What about that-that little angel girl, you don't want her to see you with me like this... do you?" I was trying reason, manipulation, anything to give me the smallest bit of control.
"That's why I'm taking you to the shower," he said.
"I am more then capable of walking there myself."
"If it hurts to sit down, it's agony to try and walk."
I closed my eyes, "I thought you were punishing me.."
"I am, but you've been a pretty good boy this morning so far, excluding that little thing with Raphael. But honestly I thought that was pretty cute," this angel had a disturbing idea of cute. "Were going to share the shower though."
I groaned, "Why?" it really wasn't a question, it was more of a complaint.
"Because it saves water and makes a pretty harmless punishment to someone like you," he kissed my temple, "plus, it's a lot sexier that way."
Sexy was the last thing I wanted right now, but I sighed and allowed him to carry me into a big, marble bathroom with a shower that looked like it could fit twenty and a bath tub the size of a swimming pool. He set me down when we reached the shower stall. I stood using the wall as a brace as he turned on the water, it rained over both of us. It was ice cold, contrasting my heated body. I cried out in surprise and shock.
The angel chuckled, "You'd think our pipes were full of holy water."
"Shut up," I growled.
He only smiled and grabbed my wrist, pulling me against his body. I eyed him suspiciously. What was he doing?
He closed his eyes and sighed sweetly, "The water is warm now," he said as if answering the question I was afraid to ask, and he was right. I noticed the warm water cascading over me.
"Let me wash you off," hands, the last thing I wanted.
"Don't-" I hated the fear in my voice. He was behind me, our bodies like two spoons fitting into each other, from his position it would be easy to just grab me and have his way.
"Relax, Sebastian, I'm not going to hurt you." his voice betrayed his frustration, "I'm the one who got you all dirty, the least I can do is clean you off."
I relaxed a little and he seemed to take it as consent.
He grabbed some soap of the side and began to lather it onto my flesh, shampoo into my hair as the water rinsed it away. I hated to admit it, but it felt nice. I hadn't been clean since before I claimed my ex-master's soul. My only complaint was his tendency to linger on certain places on my body even after they were clean, but he was true to his word. Despite the fact he was hard, he didn't hurt me. The arm that he wasn't using to wash me I used for support, I was still a bit wobbly on my legs. As much as I hated him, it was less humiliating and less painful to hold onto his arm then it would be to fall on my ass in the middle of the shower.
"Feels nice, huh?" he said softly, his eyes told me he expected a response. Lying to him seemed pointless in this situation. I nodded slowly.
He smiled, "Even though I said this was a punishment, I'm glad. Honestly, I thought you would. I know how much of a neat-freak you are-" suddenly he winced, we both knew he said something he shouldn't have. He'd only known me a day...
"How did you-" he covered my mouth with his.
"Don't ask stupid questions."
"How can I, you won't let me ask any." I said tartly as he washed the last bit of shampoo out of my hair and turned me around in his arms as he washed himself. In spite of myself, I found myself helping him rinse off.
When we were both clean, he turned off the water. Before I could protest I was up in his arms again wrapped up in a towel and he was carrying me back to the room we were in before. Slowly, he dried my body, setting me down in the love seat by the wall rather then on the bed... well of course, we both had just showered.
"Would you like some clothes?" He asked me as he went over to the closet.
"Sure."
He went through the closet, seeming to be carefully trying to decide what I would wear. From there he pulled a shirt and pants, from the chest of drawers beside that he pulled a pair of underwear. From a small box on top of that, he pulled some jewelry.
He turned to me with a smile, "Close your eyes." he ordered. I did as he said, I don't think anything he did could surprise me at that point though. I felt him dressing me and I wondered why he had even bothered to make me close my eyes in the first place. I could tell what every piece of clothing was by the feel of it against my skin. First was a lacy thong that he slid up my legs and into place; next were skin tight leather pants and a tight muscle shirt to match, after that came two little silver bracelets and last was some kind of weight on my neck.
"You can open your eyes now if you want to," I opened my eyes to see a mirror showing my reflection. I realized the 'weight' on my neck was a studded collar. I closed my eyes again, he had said it was my choice. He rubbed my neck softly, "You like it?"
I opened my eyes to glare at him, "Do you honestly care?"
"Well I think you look beautiful." he planted a gentle kiss on my lips.
"What's with all the complements? Last night you were-" I was just confused, he was being nice to me for the most part and I just didn't understand why. I had done nothing but give him grief since I woke up that morning.
"I was mad last night." he stroked my chest lightly. Not a suitable answer. He stepped away from me.
"I need to get dressed," he murmured, "there are socks and shoes in the closet for when you feel up to walking around.
"The rules of my house are very simple. This room is yours, you may come here when you wish. Stay indoors unless I've told you otherwise. My room is the door right of yours, do not go into my room, ever, unless you have my permission. The kitchen is in the east wing of the bottom floor, you can eat or drink whatever you want unless it's marked otherwise, though I doubt you want to. I'm not home a lot of the time, so when I'm not home I want you to listen to what Elijah says, within reason." his tone betrayed that he didn't trust the other completely, "That is an order."
"Who is this Elijah?" I asked softly.
He smiled, "Believe me, you'll know him when you meet him," he kissed me again, "I've got to be going, though I hate to leave you alone so soon. I'll try to return hastily, love." he went over to the door but stopped halfway. "if you want to, you can stay here all day. You don't really have any responsibilities, well," his smile turned into a smirk, "you have some to me. But that's where the rating changes."
Sick. Sick. Absolutely sick.
He was off like that, leaving me alone. This had been one long morning.
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