Here we go with the continuation!
I'm thinking of who should be their next customer, hmmmmmmmm?
Enjoy!
"My deepest apologies, William." Ciel sat cross-legged at the edge of his bed, faintly sipping hot tea from a gold-rimmed China cup. The saucer he held carefully in his hand had two sugar coated chocolate dipped cookies, and he took care nibbling on the confections so not to drop crumbs on his lap. Mindful of his need to maintain his adolescent shape, he enjoyed his sweets by eating them slowly. Brushing a drop of tea from the corner of his mouth with his pinky, Ciel gave the bespectacled man an apologetic look. "I am so ashamed." He admitted.
William sighed, easing back on the throne styled chair reserved only for Ciel or any customer receiving aftercare. Dressed in his normal business attire, he winced as he settled into the extra cushion placed beneath his butt and took a languid sip of his own tea. "No, please do not apologize," he waved dismissively at the shamed faced man, "Far be it from me to judge the strange occurrences which seem to only happen within your sick, twisted, Hell-bound world." He muttered.
Sebastian walked in with a plate of freshly washed grapes and strawberries, placing them on an oval snack table directly in front of the grimacing man. "How unkind." He responded lightly, offering a polite smile, "would you like another ice pack for your bruised bum?"
"Shut up, Sebastian." Ciel snapped, glaring menacingly at his partner. "The fault here lies entirely on you!"
Spears shook his head quickly. "Oh no! He's not at fault!" He protested, "I recall you being in a foul mood before I had even submitted to you!"
Ciel sucked in a quick breath. "I most certainly was not!" He defended, pointing at Sebastian. "My monitor was being an insubordinate fool!"
"False." Sebastian whipped out a handkerchief from his breast pocket and handed it over to Spears, who happily accepted the offering. "I merely misplaced the item you had been seeking."
"Liar." Ciel hissed, gulping down the rest of his drink, "And who told you to speak!?"
Spears and Sebastian exchanged amused looks, "Is . . . something happening between you two?" Spears bit into a plump strawberry and chuckled. "This is very comical!" He grinned.
"Drink some more water, you're acting delirious," Ciel grunted, his thin legs swinging nervously back and forth stop the bed, "We still have 15 minutes left in our session."
"Master." Without warning, Sebastian threw himself to the floor beneath Ciel's feet and nuzzled his calves with his cheek, planting small kisses to his knees. "My master." He purred.
"I was wondering when he would begin his groveling." The young actuary observed the strange scene with wonderment.
"How are you feeling right now?" Ciel queried, studying his client with a careful eye. Their session had not gone smoothly at all and he was worried about delivering subpar treatment. What he did for a living was partially sexual, the more dominant portion of BDSM was actually therapeutic. "You arrived in such distress, and yet I was unable to administer relief."
Jade eyes narrowed thoughtfully. "Although there was no physical release." Spears agreed, twirling his fingers around his dark brown tie. "My anxiety over the most recent external acquisition of my company has dissipated. I feel relieved, almost calm over the new possibilities I will now be facing." A look of deep satisfaction settled upon his face. "Perhaps I will find a new career path, or better yet, remain in my current state, but meet new coworkers and have a broader area of responsibilities." He added cheerfully.
"What a lovely way of facing change, William." Ciel smiled admiringly, acknowledging the way William held his chin up as he expressed his feelings so openly. "You've progressed so well since our first meeting."
"It is largely thanks to you and your overzealous partner." Spears blushed, unsure of how to handle the compliment. "Forcing me to face my greatest fears and opening up to the dark world with my own light has me reborn." He shyly admitted. "I've never felt more fulfilled and confident in all my life!"
Ciel gave the businessman a thoughtful look, understanding the deeper hidden meaning behind his words. "Facing fears, eh? It is the most arduous task one could ever face."
"And conquer," Sebastian whispered, resting his head on top of Ciel's lap.
His guard dog; his very own watchman. There was no one, absolutely no one, in their world nor in the outside world, whom Ciel trusted more. They shared no safe words, for there was no need. Their eyes could speak volumes to each other in a silent void. Why did he hold back from allowing himself to be conquered by this man? Ciel wondered, stroking the silken ebony tinted hair of the only man he could ever trust his life with.
Perhaps he was too afraid of losing that connection which had brought them so closely together. Two mad and lost souls wandering aimlessly through the busy New York City streets where your face and name were blurred ideas no one ever gave two fucks about. Maybe that was it, the fear of tasting the apple of Eden, only to lose the paradise which had once been home.
Ciel was afraid of losing Sebastian.
"More tea?" He offered quietly, tapping Sebastian's head as a signal to serve their client.
Spears nodded. "Yes, please, " holding his cup and saucer out to Sebastian, who arose upon command. "Oh, and a scone if you may."
"I'm afraid."
"So am I, Master."
It happened without a word, one night when they both had off, the pair had taken separate showers and had ended up standing in the middle of Ciel's bedroom with only a towel wrapped around their waists. They knew it would happen soon after Ciel had agreed to sleep with Sebastian, but they could not bring themselves to actually plan the event.
And so, they ended up nearly bumping into each other, dripping wet and half naked.
"How clichéd." Sebastian murmured, sheepishly looking away. "I was on my way to my room . . . " He glanced back at Ciel and was surprised to find his master blushing. There was another door in the room which led to Sebastian's room where he usually dressed and prepared their customers, Ciel had never stepped foot in it.
"Master, what's wrong?" He asked quickly, alarmed at how red Ciel's face was becoming.
"I-I was . . . " Ciel scratched at his neck nervously. "I was actually . . . on my way to . . . your room."
"My room?"
"Yes!" Ciel snapped, his face becoming irritated. "I've never been in your room and I've never fucked anyone in your room!"
Sebastian was taken aback by the admission, but inwardly he was immensely pleased. "Ah, well then." He walked over to the door and swung it open, gesturing for Ciel to enter. "Please, come." He grinned.
Ciel swallowed hard and gripping the edges of his towel, keeping it wrapped and in place. "I will." He whispered, slowly walking towards the entryway. He paused just at the threshold and spoke without looking up at his partner. "May I make a request?"
Scarlet eyes widened. "Of course!"
"Sebastian, while we do this, could you, um . . . could you just call me, Ciel?"
"Really?"
"Y-Yeah, just . . . Ciel."
A wide smile broke across Sebastian's face, "Ciel." He breathed. "It's soothing, to say it. It is so calming."
Ciel stepped into the dim bedroom which looked like a darker and smaller version of his own. The walls were painted in a pattern of wide black and deep gray striped while the furniture was the color of sandblasted deep blue. "Are you . . . nervous?" He asked, his voice trembling.
"I am. Are you?"
"Yes, I actually am." Ciel laughed, shaking his head over his own anxiety, "You would think I was some virgin!"
Sebastian walked up behind the young man and gently placed his hands on his shoulders. The feel of his palms touching the delicate frame of his beloved master set his insides afire "I've . . . never made . . . normal love to anyone in my entire life." He confessed, kneading Ciel's tense shoulders as he spoke "Are you disappointed?"
Ciel turned around suddenly and shook his head, "No! I-I . . . " He slapped his hands over his mouth and felt the shame immediately color his neck all the way to the tips of his ears. "Me too." He mumbled.
Sebastian laughed at the cute reaction. "So we are of the same degree." Taking Ciel's hands into his own, he lowered them away from his face and held them tightly against his chest. The urgent beating his heart cause Ciel to flinch.
"Ciel." He leaned into his master's ear, voice husky and deep. "How do we . . . ah, how shall I put this . . . how do we begin?"
"Good question . . . ." Ciel furrowed his brows, trying to think of his next move. "Want me to tie you up?"
"Do . . . do you want to?!"
He shrugged, "Does it sound strange that I don't want to tie you up?
"Not at all." Sebastian released his hands in favor of looping his arms around Ciel's tiny waist and pulling him into an embrace. "Does it seem strange that I want to take off your clothing, taste every inch of your body and hold you close to me?" His words were heated and sincere as he pressed their bodies closely together. "No whips, no clamps, no chains, no straps. Just you, me, the bed and a bottle of lubricant to allow a painless entry."
Ciel smirked, inhaling the comforting smell of soap and clean skin emanating like soft waves from Sebastian's damp chest "Sounds exotic" Lifting his head up to run the tip of his nose along the taller man's collar bone. "I don't think I've ever done it like that."
A fine shiver ran through Sebastian's body, "So, am I your first, then?" He whispered.
"Yes, yes you are."
Towels slipped easily to the floor, revealing their nude bodies to each other. It was so strange, so alien for them to stand there and stare, gazes transfixed upon their mutual anatomy, and not see black vinyl articles or studded boots. Their usual attire consisted of a myriad of erotic costumes which enhanced their domineering spirit and play, yet at that moment the Dom, Ciel, felt more like a lamb lost in the woods with a rather bestial black wolf salivating in front of him.
Sebastian eyed his obviously nervous master with appreciation, noting the perfection which was Ciel's alabaster skin. Not a blemish nor a scar could be seen, just an unfettered landscape of pure beauty. He had witnessed the sadistic brutality behind Ciel's angelic face and mannerisms, the domineering little overseer who ruled with both compassion and cruelty. Only Ciel could rip out the monstrous fears entangled within someone's psyche, only he could wrench the deepest and darkest traumas and be the healing salve, using pleasure and pain, in order to bring relief.
As the Dungeon Monitor, he could only stand by and assist, protect the man he had grown to cherish, and swallow the jealousy and hurt every time Ciel was penetrated by a client.
They spent a good amount of time kissing, for that was something Ciel never did with his customers, and so Sebastian himself decided he would never kiss another unless it was his master. He could taste the chocolate cookies Ciel had eaten before his bath and smiled into Ciel's mouth as he plunged his tongue into his warm cavern and lapped hungrily. Ciel hummed contentedly, enjoying the treat of being kissed so deeply. Teeth clicked ovation all, mostly out of over-eagerness, and they laughed quietly as they came up for air again and again, breathing in and out each other's smell and taste, enjoying their roaming hands over their bodies and suckling lips until they felt swollen and bruised.
"Do not ever kiss anyone but me," Sebastian demanded, licking a droplet of drool which had collected on Ciel's chin.
"Don't tell me what to do!" Ciel huffed, pushing Sebastian off of him as they lay on the bed. Sebastian frowned and rolled back on top of the scowling man, pinning his arms to his side.
"Right now, I want to tell you what to do." He stated firmly, staring straight into Ciel's dark blue eyes. "Right now, you are not my master and I am not monitoring. Right now I am your lover, and you are mine, and I don't want you kissing anyone else but me!" His voice shook with emotion as the words poured out with fierce passion. He had never raised a hand, nor a voice, to his partner, and for the first time, he felt exhilarated by his momentary bravado,
A fine chill trickled down Ciel's spine, pooling warmly between his legs. Confused by the opposing forces raging in his body, he struggled to respond to Sebastian. "I-I . . . " He stuttered, not knowing how to handle the situation. "M-My lover?!"
"Be quiet." Sebastian sat up, pulling a muted Ciel onto his lap and settling him straddled, legs around his waist, right on top of his hardened member. The younger man was so light, his presence gossamer and fragile, yet Sebastian could sense the ferocity and strength beneath the demure looking surface. It thrilled him to loom over his master, shroud him in his own dark shadow and for once, dominate the diminutive man.
The sound of a cap popping off made Ciel jolt in Sebastian's arms, the icy cool feeling of liquid being poured easily between his cheeks made him shudder before a pair of hands began kneading his ass. Closing his eyes in order to revel in the sensuous moment, Ciel rested his forehead against Sebastian's shoulder and surrendered.
Sebastian smirked at the sudden meekness and led his fingers, probing and eager, into Ciel's hole. Using his index fingers, he pushed them in and massaged the soft inner lining, gently stretching the area while using his other digits to grip and spread his cheeks. Ciel groaned, tightening his hold around Sebastian's neck as his ass was fondled and prepared. It felt delicious, so unexpectedly arousing to have someone else cater to his body's needs.
"Deeper!" He moaned lewdly, grinding his ass into Sebastian's hands. "Deeper!"
"Beg for it." Came the cool reply.
Beg? Ciel sensed a change in the atmosphere as if a switch had been hit. Beg for it? How dare he! His mind screamed. If he were a cat, his entire back would have been arched and he would have hissed and clawed out from his partners embrace.
"I will not!" He snapped, raising his right hand to strike his monitor across the face. "Remember your place!"
"If you strike me, I will leave you."
Ciel halted, the words somehow causing a sharp pang in his heart. The idea of Sebastian leaning him under his own volition had never occurred to him. What? Sebastian, his Dungeon Monitor, leaning him voluntarily? It was almost laughable. But to hear those words, that threat, tumble so effortlessly from the lips of his only trusted man, was completely unbearable.
It was torture . . .
Sweet torture
Digging his small fingers into Sebastian's skin, Ciel promptly opened his mouth and bit hard into the sleek slope of the older man's neck. Tiny sharp canine teeth broke the skin as he gashed and chewed, sucking hungrily at the pool of blood collecting at his lips.
Sebastian felt an instant inferno erupt in his crotch.
"You little shit." He hissed, roughly spreading Ciel's ass cheeks wide apart and slapping his enormously hard erection against his hole. "I'll tear you up, make you bleed down there." He threatened, catching Ciel by the neck while still holding onto his bottom.
Ciel stared at him unafraid, his stormy eyes almost beckoning Sebastian to bring it on. "Make me bleed." He drawled, drawing his hands back away from Sebastian and taking purchase of his own straining cock. Stroking it slowly with one hand while cupping his balls with the other, Ciel let out a shaky breath and slitted his eyes. "Make me yours."
"Beg for it. Beg me to break you."
"Make me bleed."
"Beg for it!"
"Make me fucking bleed!"
"Beg for it or I'll make someone else bleed!"
Ciel was startled, every time Sebastian threatened him, a throbbing ache exploded in his chest and the thrill of the moment was undeniably the most exquisite pain he had ever felt in his life. He wanted more, more hurt, more fear, more anxiety, more unease, more and more of the emotions he had long lost in his memories as a child and growing up alone and unloved for most of his life. The stress of not feeling anything at all was by far worse than the constant barrage of emotions.
He had been awakened.
"Please! Make me yours!" Ciel's voice cracked, tears streaming down his face as he clawed at Sebastian's chest. The grip around his throat had tightened and as he fought for air, his face contorted and suffering, the electric pleasure of heightened awareness was coiling like a large snake in his belly. "Please, Sebastian! Fuck me, please!" He beseeched the smirking man.
Sebastian slapped the small hands away from him and shoved him backward against the bed. Gripping Ciel's slender thighs, he spread them apart and pressed his impressively sized dick against the twitching hole.
"I want to hear you scream." He said before plunging his entire length straight into Ciel, lacerating his skin and penetrating the young man see deeply that it took Ciel's breath away. A few seconds passed with no sound coming from his prone partner, Sebastian remained still as he studied the shocked reaction on Ciel's ghostly face.
"Scream, you bitch." He urged through gritted teeth. "Scream!"
Ciel blinked once, then twice, his mouth agape, and then he closed his eyes and howled in a mixture of ecstasy and sheer pain.
Sebastian took to it like a man possessed and thrusted into Ciel like a human jackhammer. The sounds of skin slapping, moist and glistening with bodily fluids and sweat, mingled with Ciel's animalistic screams. And the air smelled of it; sex, musk, and a hint of blood, an orchestra of defilement and brutality all gathered on the bed.
Ciel, pinned and writhing underneath Sebastian, pulled at the sheets around him and tore at the covers as his body was beaten into submission. They had tried to do things "normally" but they had both lost themselves in what was actually their own world of normal. Ciel needed to be dominated, he lived a life much too in control of everyone who knelt before him, it was necessary for him to be manhandled by Sebastian.
Sebastian pounded away, showering sweat like a dark rain cloud over Ciel, he reveled in dominating his master. In the back of his mind he knew he would provide him with aftercare, dote on him and grovel at his feet, cater to his needs and serve him as only he, the Dungeon Monitor, could. But for now, he was going to taint him, mark his territory and foul Ciel up from the inside out.
This was their lovemaking.
"I-I'm cumming!" Ciel screamed, fisting his own cock and furiously jerking himself off, "ah!Ah!Ah!"
"No!" Sebastian let go of one of Ciel's thighs and smacked his hand away from his dick. "You cum when I say you cum!" He shouted.
"Let me cum!" Ciel cried, fresh tears springing from his eyes, desperately flailing his arms "Please!"
"Open your mouth!" Sebastian yelled, snapping his hips back and pulling out his gleaming cock, it's veins pulsing and visible through the skin. "Sit up and open your mouth!"
Ciel sprang up into a sitting position and obediently dropped his jaw.
After a few rapid tugs at his cock, Sebastian shot his load straight into Ciel's expectant mouth, coating his pink tongue in white sticky cum. Panting heavily, Sebastian grasped the back of Ciel's head and smeared the tip of his dick along his upper and lower lips. Ciel complied, lapping at the semen with gusto.
"Good boy." Sebastian purred, lovingly caressing Ciel's cheek. "Now comes your reward."
Ciel watched as Sebastian lowered his head between his legs and engulfed his still hardened want with his mouth.
"Ah! G-God!" Ciel gasped, throwing his head back, overwhelmed by the thunderous rush of rapture in his loins. Entranced by the flavor of Sebastian's milk, he rolled his head from side to side, moaning lewdly as his lower body was ravished by the dark haired man's devilish mouth. His sac was sucked and nipped, his hole rimmed and prodded, and as Sebastian moved on to swallowing his cock whole, humming whilst doing so, Ciel felt himself lost in it all.
And then he came.
He could not remember much after the white blinding light of torment and delirium transported him to some altered state. Upon opening his eyes, a weary Ciel surveyed the room and wondered of the time. It could have been hours later, he wasn't sure, the candles that had been burning brightly before had been snuffed out and a tray of fresh fruit and crackers were waiting for him on the side table next to the bed.
Bleary eyes searched for his companion, but he was alone in the bed. Confusion settled in his mind, where had Sebastian gone off to? He wondered, sitting up and covering his shivering still naked body with the sheets. It was Sebastian's bedroom, after all, why wasn't he here?
The door clicked open.
"Good morning, Master." Sebastian entered the room.
Somewhere in Ciel's heart, a small bright red piece turned gray and broke off.
Standing before him, holding a silver tray with a cup of tea and a small plate of scones, was Sebastian wearing his butler's uniform.
Ah, Ciel smiled, holding out his hands for his morning tea, so this is true pain.