A full week has now passed since Sebastian promised to start trusting you more, and so far he's been true to his word. He's given you total freedom, not even raising an eyebrow when you told him you wanted to help Bard make a cake for the Young Lord. Normally that would have earned you an entire evening of punishment; instead, he'd praised your hard work, and taken you quite tenderly, as opposed to his usual brute force approach. You're delighted with his changed attitude, although there's one thing eating away at you.

Undertaker.

Even though you'd been trying to help the man escape Sebastian's fury, you'd been unreasonable unkind to him, especially given how kindly he's acted towards you. You'd like to apologise, but you're concerned that asking Sebastian if you can visit him will result in him growing jealous again. He may have said you could 'visit him everyday if it pleases you', you doubt he'd be too happy if you took him up on it. It makes you feel terribly unhappy, but there's nothing you can do about it.

Or is there?

Maybe you can find a way to convince Sebastian to let you visit the Undertaker. Lord Ciel must surely be in need of some information. Perhaps you could be the one to retrieve it? They might even ask you to go, if Undertaker requests you again.

Alas, what are the chances of that happening?

-t/s-

It's early evening time, and you're preparing a little surprise for your demonic lover. Due to his 'test of loyalty' last week, you'd never had the chance to show him your new corset. In fact, you'd forgotten all about it, until you'd gone to find some underwear this morning. Your original plan had been to blindfold yourself and beg him to take what's his.

However, things are different now, and you've devised a new plan. A plan that's guaranteed to either backfire horribly or succeed gloriously. You're really hoping it's the latter.

You smile at yourself in the vanity mirror, applying the last of your make-up. Your whole face is covered in the stuff, making you look more like a prostitute than a lady. Then again, you're technically Sebastian's personal prostitute, so maybe that's appropriate.

You stand up carefully, trying your harder not to fall over. It's been so long since you wore high heels, you're completely out of practice.

The heels in question are six inches tall and jet black, matching your corset perfectly. You've also procured the tiniest pair of underwear ever, the fabric only just covering your opening. You look sexy as hell, and you're certain Sebastian will find you irresistible.

You reach under your bed, and pull out something you'd discovered under there quite by accident; handcuffs. Genuine police handcuffs, complete with the key. You have no idea why they're here, but you're not about to question it, especially given how vital they are. You hide them in your corset, before standing confidentially in the middle of the room. You can't wait to see Sebastian's face.

You don't have to wait long; Sebastian enters the room about five minutes after you finish preparing for him. His eyes take in your appearance, devouring you whole with each movement. His licks his lips as your eyes meet, his usual smirk settling on his face. 'My my, aren't you sexy tonight. Just looking at you is almost enough to bring me to climax. I'm going to take you in every way possible tonight, starting with the delicious-looking mouth of yours…' he stalks over to you, and you steel your nerves, preparing to set your plan into motion. This is undoubtedly the biggest risk you've ever taken in your life, except for asking Sebastian to take you in.

He finishes walking a few inches away from you, and is about to reach up at touch you when you make your move.

You slap his face.

The smack makes a satisfying noice, one that reverberates across the room. He looks furious, eyes demanding an explanation. You try your best to mimic his smirk, putting your hands on your hips as you do.

'It seems I've been too lenient with you lately. You've forgotten the proper way to address me. I suggest you get onto your knees and apologise to your mistress, otherwise I'm going to make tonight terribly unpleasant.' He looks into your eyes, fury replaced by surprise. You stare at each other for several moments before he falls to his knees, face trying to look contrite.

'I beg your forgiveness, mistress. What would you have me do by ways of apology?' He's going to play along? Thank god for that! For a moment there, you thought that you'd messed up big time!

You grab his hair, forcing his head up to meet yours. He looks uncomfortable, but that doesn't matter; he'll be comfortable soon enough. You issue your command.

'Get onto that bed, and put your arms above your head.' You let go of his head, and he gets into position instantly, patiently awaiting your next move. You straddle his lap, before producing the handcuffs from your corset. You cuff one hand, loop it through the headrest, then cuff the other, rendering him helpless. Your smirk grows even wider; he's at your mercy now. Better start enjoying it while you can.

You slowly unbutton his shirt, pulling it away to reveal his toned chest. You purr like a cat, trailing your nails across his chest. He gasps, body writhing a little beneath you. 'You like that, huh? You're such a needy boy, always begging for me to touch you. I bet you want to break those cuffs and fuck me senseless. Well, tough. Tonight you're going to be good and let me do what I want. If you're lucky, I'll let you finish. Misbehave, and I'll keep you on the edge all night, body begging for release. Is that understood?' He licks his lips at you, clearly enjoying this change in dynamics.

His smirk returns as he answers you. 'Yes, mistress. I understand perfectly. I just hope you understand that the moment I'm free from these shackles, I'm going to abuse that perfect rear of yours. I think it's about time I took the only real innocence you have left. Then again, given all the times I've played with it, I'm not sure you can call it innocent anymore. Nevertheless, you're going to look delectable with my seed dripping out of both of your holes.' His words make you falter, as they often do. It's almost enough to make you give up, untie him, and beg him to take you. You contain your submissive urges; you're calling the shots right now. Instead, you latch onto one of his nipples, nibbling on it forcefully. His hips buck into you, threatening to unseat you. You regain balance by digging your nails into his shoulders, earning you another gasp.

You release his nipple, and move your head so it's mere inches away from his. You decide to bait him, as payback for him trying to undermine your authority. 'I understand nothing. It's not as if you'll even be able to get it up a second time.' He growls, and is about to reply when you distract him by removing your underwear. You position your newly-exposed opening over his mouth, while keeping it just out of reach. You speak again. 'You've only tasted me once before, haven't you? I suggest you eat your fill, because with your attitude, this is the only taste of me you'll have tonight.' You lower yourself onto him, and he doesn't hesitate, sticking his tongue straight into your channel. It's your turn to gasp; it feels so good.

He eats you out like he's starving for a taste of you, your juices pouring into his mouth as his tongue teases you. Only twice now have you had a man's face between your legs before, but it's something you want to do more often; it feels amazing!

It doesn't take you very long to climax; the anticipation of tonight has had you on the edge for most of the day. You rub against him as you finish, wanting to extend you orgasm for as long as possible. When it finally subsides, you shuffle back onto to his lap, your juices leaving a trail across his chest. You undo his trousers, pulling them and his underwear down enough to reveal his leaking erection; he really is enjoying this!

You take him into your mouth, wanting to repay the favour. He starts bucking up into your mouth, making your task very difficult. When it feels like he's close, you remove your mouth, earning you a look of disappointment. You wink at him. 'I don't want your hard work to go to waste. I'm so wet right now, thanks to you. I think you should take full advantage of that.' You position yourself over him again, before sinking down onto him slowly, loving the feeling of him inside of you. It's almost an addiction for you now, like the greatest drug imaginable.

You ride him hard, determined to make the bed rock like he does sometimes. You can't quite manage, but that doesn't stop you trying. He bucks his hips up into you, chasing his end. You also wish you hadn't handcuffed him to the bed; he could make his thrusts more forceful if he could grab your hips. He seems to have a similar thought, as he pulls at the handcuffs, snapping them in half before shoving you on your back. He pulls one of your legs onto his shoulder, given him better access. His thrusts are unrelenting and hard, just as you'd tried to be.

He sneaks a hand behind you, before sticking a finger inside of you. He works it and out of you slowly, a perfect contrast to his brutal thrusts. He leans in, whispering in your ear. 'You're a bad mistress, allowing me to take charge like this. You need to learn how to discipline your pets.' He sticks a second finger in, earning him a groan. You can feel a second orgasm brewing; you wonder how close he is to his first.

You get your answer as he spills inside of you, trying hard to maintain his thrusts. He uses the hand not currently scissoring your other opening wider to toy with your clit, trying to get you off too. It works, and your body goes stiff beneath him, the second orgasm feeling even more intense than the first.

As you come down from your high, you feel a third finger slip into you; Sebastian wasn't joking about his intentions tonight. He slips out of you, his seed trickling out as he does. He starts talking to you again.

'I however have trained my pet well. Roll over and present your pretty little rear to me.' He removes his fingers, allowing you to follow his instructions. When you're in position, he puts his fingers in again, stretching you a bit more. He keeps talking. 'Still so obedient, even after our talk last week. I think you like submitting to me sexually, even if you hate me repressing you any other way. You're the perfect mate.' Mate? That's a new term. He's never called you that before! You'd question him about it, but your mind is focused on something else; his fingers are withdrawing. That means…

Sebastian slides his newly-erected cock into you slowly, giving you time to adjust to the intrusion. It's painful, given how large it is, and you internally curse his unholy recovery speed; he could have prepared you even more, if it wasn't for his erection returning with lightning speed.

He eventually manages to enter you fully, and you breath a sigh of relief. Sebastian chuckles a bit. 'Are you really having that much difficultly taking me? I'm rather disappointed. We shall have to do this more often then; I need to make sure you're ready to accept me any way I chose to take you.' He starts to slide himself out of you, before fully reentering again. He keeps the pace slow, which you're grateful for. He's much bigger than the toy he pops into you on occasion, but it doesn't take long for your body to start accepting him properly.

He speeds up a bit, deciding that you can take it. You kneel still and accept it, allowing him to abuse your rear end as much as he wants; you're his 'pet', after all, and he knows just what to do with you.

He increased the pace further, his second orgasm building inside of him. The initial pain has thrown you off a bit, meaning that you probably won't get to finish a third time. That doesn't matter though; this way, you've both finished the same number of times.

He bites down hard onto your neck as he finishes, hips bucking up forcefully. You muffle a scream of pain with your arm, his bite hurting far more than the sex had.

He pulls out of you once he's finished, kissing your neck apologetically. He scoops you into his arms, stroking your hair as he talks. 'That was a wonderful surprise, although I do regret not stripping you; I'll have to rectify that soon.

'I did come here with another purpose tonight; the Young Lord is in need of the Undertaker's help again. He's said he'll willing give my master the information, but only if you go to collect it tomorrow. I hope that's okay?' You start to feel nervous; why would the Undertaker request you after you smacked him in the face? You can't ask Sebastian that question, so you make a mental note to ask the man himself tomorrow.

'Of course I shall. Although, it does mean you'll have to be gentle with me if you decide to take me again; I'll need to be able to walk in order to see him.' Sebastian chuckles a bit, his hand moving to caress your thigh.

'In that case, I shall have to tell the Undertaker to reschedule.'