True to his word, Sebastian had removed all of your bindings after a week, telling you he'd only be keeping you blind and bound during intercourse. You're grateful; the lack of vision and movement were really starting to affect your mental well-being.
It's been 10 days since he initiated the ritual, and you're already starting to feel strange. You're exhausted, like you want nothing more than to sleep for days on end. You're also hungrier than usual, which is why you're currently sat on your bed eating your way through a forth load of sandwiches. Sebastian has insisted on you calling him every time you desire sustenance, regardless of how many times you've already eaten. He must be concerned about his investment.
You finish your current sandwich, setting the plate down on the dresser. It's a little after noon, so you decide to take a nap. After all, you'll need all of your energy for Sebastian's next visit.
Naked, you curl up under your quilt, and let sleep claim you.
You're woken a few hours later by a faint knocking sound on the door. You think it rather odd; Sebastian usually lets himself in. You slide on a nightie and hesitantly walk over to the door, concerned about what waits for you on the other side. You turn the lock, grateful that Sebastian trusts you enough to let you keep the key to your room. As the door creeps open, you see Baldroy holding a tray. You sigh in relief; at least it's someone friendly.
He shifts his weight nervously from one foot to the other, as if he's trying to think of something to say. Eventually, he speaks.
'Sebastian said you ain't been feelin' too good. Thought you'd like some tea, 'elp you feel better. There's a slice of cake for you, too. It was Finny's Birthday the other day. Shame you was too ill an' all. Want me to set it down somewhere for ya?' You hesitate; how would Sebastian feel about you inviting another man into your bedchambers? You're about to think it through when Bard's whole face turns bright red.
'Um… I'm sorry, that was a bit forward, askin' if you wanted me to come into your room. It's not polite for a man to enter a lady's bedchamber, especially if she's spoken for. I think Sebastian'll kill me if I come in…' he's blushing so furiously you think he's going to cry. It's cute that he takes your privacy that seriously.
You've heard rumours that Bard has had something of a crush on you for a while now. It's unrequited, of course; you're Sebastian's woman, simple as that. You can't deny that you've fantasised about Bard in the past though. What with his kind heart and rugged good-looks… in another life, the two of you would have been good together. That world simply doesn't exist though, especially not now.
Still, that doesn't mean you can't be friends.
You step to the side and gesture for Bard to enter. 'It's alright, honestly. It's kind of you to think of me. I've been going a bit mad with only Sebastian for company anyway.' He grins, and puts his tray down on your dresser. You notice your place from earlier is gone; Sebastian must have come to check on you at some point.
There's a small chair in the corner of the room, and Bard drags it across the room until it faces the bed. He takes a seat, and you follow suit, sitting as demurely as possible on the bed. He bolts out of his chair, like he's forgotten something; a few moments later, he hands you the tea from the dresser. You take a sip, and feel like you're going to melt into the mattress; Bard makes the best tea. You let out a tiny moan of enjoyment, which somehow makes Bard even redder.
He clears his throat. 'So, 'ow've you been? You're lookin' well at the moment, but I 'ear you've been in quite a state. What's wrong with you?' You take in a deep breath. You've been asking yourself that question for months. You try to think of something that would explain your ten-day absence…
Bard cuts in again. 'Is it… I mean, are you…?' He makes a vague curving gesture over his stomach. 'Are you up the spout? Don't worry, I won't tell anyone if you are. I just wanna make sure you're okay. Is that what it is?' It's your turn to blush; he thinks your with child? You're caught between laughing at the ridiculousness of his assumption and crying about how much more complex your current situation is. You end up trying to keep a neutral face, smiling a little to put Bard at ease. You put a hand on his knee, hoping your touching isn't too forward. He doesn't flinch, so it must be alright. You answer his question.
'I'm not with child, Bard. I've just been… unwell lately. I've have a fever for more days than I care to remember, and all I want to do is sleep. Don't worry about me, though. I'll be fine. I daresay I'll be back in the kitchen bugging you for food any day now.' He lets out a huge sigh of what you assume is relief.
'Well thank god for that! No offence, but we've already got one brat runnin' 'round the place, be an 'andful with two. Not that your baby would be a brat! If it were, it would be the cutest brat ever. Not that I think you're cute…' Bard really has a way with words. This time you can't control the giggle that escapes you. He starts to laugh along with you, helping you to forget your situation for a moment.
The moment ends up being short-lived; you feel a pain in your stomach, followed by the fever. You try your best to hide your discomfort, but Bard notices, standing up and coming over to you.
'You don't look so well. Let's get you into bed.' He grabs your shoulders.
His action triggers something inside of you; a wave of lust stronger than anything you've ever experienced before. It's like your body is calling out to him, begging him to take you. It takes all the willpower you have not to tackle him to the flood and ride him for all he's worth. Instead, you somehow manage to utter a single word.
'Seb…ast…ian.'
Bard nods. 'Right. Good idea. I'll go fetch Sebastian. You just wait there.' He runs from the room, calling Sebastian's name as he goes.
It doesn't take him long to find Sebastian, who he practically drags into the room. Bard looks terrified, tears welling up in the corners of his eyes. Sebastian places the back of one of his hands on your forehead, feigning checking your temperature. The lustful feelings you felt change, from the powerful urge to be proactive to the desire to spread your legs and be used. Sebastian turns to face Bard.
'I fear her fever has returned. Go and inform Tanaka that he's to see to the Young Master's needs tonight. After that, kindly return to your normal duties. Do not fear for this young lady; I shan't let anything happen to her. Go on now so I can begin treatment. I fear she's in for a rough night.' His words seem innocent enough to Bard, but you can hear the hidden meaning in them; he's going to be extra hard on you tonight.
Bard scampers sharpish, leaving you alone with Sebastian. The demon leaves your side, locking the door before putting the key back in its rightful place. He walks around the room slowly, removing his clothing piece by piece as you writhe in agony on the bed. Why wasn't he helping you? Could he even help you?
When his final piece of clothing has been removed, he approaches you. 'Close your eyes. If you dare open them, I swear I will show you what agony truly is. This is your only warning.' You close your eyes tightly, not wanting to anger him. You hear a shifting sound, followed by the sound of tearing fabric; he's clawing at your nightgown, shredding it to ribbons in order to reveal your body to him.
You feel the cool evening air envelop your being, granting you momentary relief from your fever. The relief is short-lived; you feel his teeth bite into one of your thighs, digging in so deep you know it'll draw blood. You have to grit your teeth together to keep from screaming out in agony. You hear Sebastian chuckle.
'I didn't even have to tell you to stifle your scream. You're such an obedient little harlot, I really hate having to punish you. However, you let another man into your bedchamber. I cannot let that kind of behaviour go unpunished. You have two options; I can either keep you completely incapacitated for another week, or you can accept a one-off physical punishment and earn my forgiveness. Which is it to be?' You can feel blood trickling down your thigh, and he starts lapping it up, letting out a moan as he does. You consider his options carefully; you don't like the sound of being punished physically, but you can't bear the thought of spending another week in total darkness. You give him your answer.
'You can punish me however you want, just please don't put me back in the dark.' He smacks your face. His nails cut into you, and you can feel yet more blood leaning your body. He wraps a hand around your throat, and you pray he doesn't kill you. He speaks.
'It seems I've been too lenient with you lately. You've forgotten the proper way to address me. I suggest you remember quickly, whore, or I'm going to go out of my way to make you suffer more.' He digs his nails into your legs, and you start crying, the pain breaking through your lustful haze.
'I'm so sorry, Master. I swear I'll be a good little whore now. Why don't you fill me up, huh? Show me all that I'm good for.' You're not sure if you believe what you just said of yourself, but it doesn't matter; Sebastian removes himself from your body. You hear him shuffling around the room, presumably searching for things to punish you with. You feel the bed dip where he places his findings. His voice is a low growl when he speaks.
'Turn over, put your arms behind your back and present yourself to me. I want to see what's mine.' Your body moves of its own accord, driven by your fever. It hasn't lessened at all, but at least it hasn't gotten any worse. The first time you'd experienced it you'd fainted; you hope you don't faint now.
He prepares you the same way he did the day he began marking you as his, but with one exception; there's no gag tonight. You wonder why that is…
You feel something cold ram its way inside your channel, and feel grateful that the fever has caused you to feel suitably aroused, otherwise you'd be in a great deal of pain. You're not entirely sure what he's rammed into you, but if you had to guess you'd say it the glass phallus he'd had made to torment you one night. Seems like it was going to be used to torment you again.
You feel Sebastian claw at your back. 'I have another game for you, sweetheart. One I'm sure you'll like. All you have to do is keep that in you, just as you did before. You can do that me, can't you?' He takes it out a few inches before shoving it back in, earning him a gasp.
'Yes, master.' You say, and you hope it's the right thing. He removes his hand from the toy, which makes you assume you've said what he wants to hear. He lightly nips your ass cheek.
'Excellent. This punishment is going to be over quickly if you continue to behave so well.' You feel him reach for something on the bed, totally unaware of what it could be until you feel a sharp sting on your rear.
The shock almost causes you to lose your precious cargo. Sebastian notices.
'I want you to count each strike. Failure to do so will result in that fake shaft being inserted elsewhere, and I assure you that will hurt even more than this whip of mine!' He strikes you again. You do as he says.
'One, and two!' You hear him smirk, bringing the whip down again.
He whips you raw, making no effort to be gentle. You count out each of his blows as clearly as you can, making sure not to lose focus on your other task.
You can feel your juices dripping down your leg, as your body is whipped into a frenzy. It isn't until his thirtieth strike that he finally stops, leaving you feeling throughly abused. The fever has worsened now, and you can feel your consciousness fading. Suddenly, the glass phallus is removed, and replaced with his own.
As soon as he starts moving within you, the fever starts to fade, replaced by the usual fog of ecstasy that always appears when Sebastian takes you like this.
Every thrust sends your abused rear knocking against his pelvis, which should be painful. You feel no pain now though; you're too busy climaxing. You moan into the sheets, surrendering to Sebastian's continued movements.
Sebastian grabs at your hair, yanking your head back so he can whisper in your ear.
'I do feel bad, having to treat you like this. You've been so well-behaved up until now. Ah, well. I suppose even the best of us have our bad days. After I'm finished, consider yourself forgiven. Please refrain from allowing others into your private quarters in future, however; only I get to decide who does that. Are we clear?' He bites at your ear, and you moan your reply.
'Yes, Master. Sorry, Master. I'll be a good girl from now on, Master. I'm yours, yours! Please take what's yours!' He speeds up and you climax again, only this time it feels far more intense.
When he reaches his own peak, your body can't cope with all the sensations. You pass out, the mark on you burning hotly as you enter a state of unconsciousness.