Three days later and the pair had successfully transitioned back to their previously normal routine. Sebastian was able to walk into a room, currently or recently occupied by the maid, and was able to keep his mind on the task he had set out to accomplish. Mey-Rin went back to her normal clumsy behavior and infractions in her duties.

Neither discussed the sexual encounters, particularly the last one where Sebastian had lost it and had turned into blackness while his cock was still very much down the maids throat. He had pulled himself back and had stood in front of the kneeling woman, her eyes still on his and her hands still on him, milking him like it was precious water. He had looked down and met the haughty gaze. He had looked down and put his hands in her hair and had thrust back down her velvety throat, throwing back his head and cumming again so quickly he was able to capture the look of wonder that went through her brown eyes. Ah yes, he was built like a horse and had the powers of instantly becoming hard, cum, and become hard again. His demon nature lived in the deepest of sinful thoughts and sexual needs.

"Mister Sebastian," her voice now suddenly cut into his private recollection. "Mister Sebastian!"

He turned and focused on the present. She was running towards him and he saw in a split second as her foot caught the edge of the long table in the unused hallway and he glided as she flew through the air, snatching his maid and obsession from the air like she was a falling feather. To him, she was. Instead of righting her, he cradled her in his arms and gazed openly at her body now close to his.

"Sebastian," she breathed, "Th-thank you."

"My pleasure," he stated. How his hands itched to brush the hair out of her eyes, push the glasses up and kiss her. Deep. Rough. Stripping her down to her naked form, stripping down to his naked body, slam her repeatedly into the table, taking the past three days tortured thoughts and pounding them out - literally - into the object of his supreme frustration. But he didn't, and in that moment when his arms lessened their possessive hold, he almost celebrated as she stayed in his arms and her fingers brushed lightly over his arms.

"I.. I am sorry - this is not a hallway I am used to coming down!" her face flushed. But she did not move.

"Do stop apologizing than," he said quietly. He wished his thoughts would be as quiet as she simply moved her head a fraction and sent sputtering amounts of desire down to his cock as her hair brushed closer to his shoulder. "Do you wish to stand?"

She licked her lips. He stared down and tried not to capture them with his. She brushed her hand up his coat-clad right arm and placed it on his shoulder. He stilled, waiting for her sudden forward behavior dictate his moves - perhaps she was wanting to sit up, not be passionately kissed and divested of clothes. She finally took her glasses off in a huff and reached up and placed them on the long table they were still crouched before.

"Please, Mister Sebastian, I don't want to play any games," she suddenly said sharply and sure. She turned her sharp eyes and tongue back at him, but did not move otherwise. "I have dreamed of nothing but you for the past two nights. Pouring my frustration into my workouts instead. Hoping to get better at my duties here so if you changed your mind about entertaining my body with yours," she blushed at the words, "I would at least show I was capable at something else."

"Oh dear," he whispered. Her weight was light but he shifted to sitting not half kneeling. He drew his long legs up as he pulled her closer to him. Her vanilla scent invaded him and he blinked back the vision of her breasts swaying as she enjoyed him licking her flower, only four nights previously. "You will never stay employed here because of that."

Her eyes flashed now with a hint of anger. She struggled to get up and Sebastian tightened his hold.

"Please, my apologies, that was not what I meant - or how I should have said it. My dear, please, still and listen." He used his velvet voice, the one he used when his young master was being particularly difficult or unreasonable. Like demanding cake for his meals instead of real food. "I meant to say you will always be here because I want you to be here. And," he spread his hand over her cheek, pushing her back to met his gaze, "I would not know what to do if I could not see you every day. If I could not touch you in the smallest of ways - even the simple brush of your hands as you tip the dishes out of them, or your balance makes your body collide with mine. I… I need those to stay in the moment and not turn off my emotions."

The raw truth startled him as it tumbled out of his mouth. Mey-Rin stared at him and slowly sat up, her weight shifting to ground his cock between them, his need having risen as he told her about his own feelings.

"I feel the same way," she mused. "I can't walk the halls and not smell lavender, and hope, as it grows stronger, you will be around the corner. In my excitement I forget to be careful about my limitations and buster ahead. I always enjoy your arms that capture me, not the wall or the ground," she muttered, sliding her hands over her legs and up her left arm. He flashed back to the small black and blue bruises he had briefly noted in his intake of her naked body. "My deepest fantasy came true when you were standing in my bedroom and I was sure I had dreamed of you pleasuring me as the night went on. Except you had left your gloves on the bed, on top of my daily clothes. Those gloves," she giggled, as she reached into her pockets, "are always with me to remind me that it did happen." She slid her eyes towards him again and he saw the smallest of wicked smiles. "And how much I would like to collect another pair."

Her lips were soft as they collided with his. Her heat was becoming too much for his body and he pulled away, holding her head gently and looking into her eyes. "And the other day, in the young master's bedroom?"

She looked down and took a deep breath. "I had really thought you were mad at me. You are the head butler, and I am only a maid, so your rule is what I have to go by. When you dismissed me, I… I was hurt. But I understood. We had crossed a line that should not have been crossed and you were reminding me of that, very gently, so I would not be hurt as your affections would never let me …" she trailed off and Sebastian pulled her gaze back towards him.

"The bedroom, Mey-Rin."

"The bedroom," she repeated, almost as if that same scene had been her private torture as well. "I was surprised at myself. I am not a lady who would do such things."

"But…" he started and paused. Had he not lost himself in her divine touch? Had he imagined it? Was his secret safe? But his emotions - the raging hard-on that made her weight borderline impossible to take - told him he would loose himself when she touched him intimately.

"Oh, you mean when you changed?" she ventured. His sharp gaze snapped to hers. "My dear Sebastian," she said gently. "I have known that defending this manor, and our young master had some unusual qualities to the job. I was given these leaden frames and glasses to make me remember I had a new position - and I am so happy to be a maid now. The young master mutters strange things to himself when he forgets that we are in the room. You are an omnipresence around the manor and seem to know where to be when you are most needed." She smiled softly. "I felt honored to see you in your other body. You looked like a beautiful angel."

His body, in that instant, seemed to bust into the heat of hell itself and demanded to be satisfied - deeply and finally in her body. He picked her up as she kissed him once more, thankful she was still in his arms and had not been traumatized by his actions.

"I promise not to do that again," he muttered against her lips as he laid her down on the table. "My own fantasies had been satisfied as you took me."

"Please, take me properly," she said hotly, lifting up her skirts. "I can't bare not having your touch on me any longer. Position be damned, I need you in me."

"My, my, what loose language for a young lady," Sebastian said, standing, her legs dangling off the table, on either side of his own legs. He took off his coat and folded it, leaning down and placing it under her head like a pillow. "I should make sure you are reminded of those early etiquette lessons," he hissed into her ear as she settled her head on the soft fabric.

"I can forget many lessons if you wish to remind me, Mister Sebastian." Her hands went up his chest and undid the top button. She paused and met his desire-filled gaze. "My dear love, would you simply make love to me?"

He snorted and she raised an eyebrow. His cock strained against his perfectly proportioned pants. "My dear, I can not be slow and gentle right now."

She smiled, knowingly and slide her hands down to his bulging front. "I don't mean you need to make love to me right now, perhaps tonight. I wish to be bold and ask for your cock to satisfy this fire in me - my needs such I would be considered insane if I said it."

He leaned forward, his pants being undone. "Say it."

Mey-Rin pushed his pants down his hips and his cock was heavy in her hands once more. She held his gaze the whole time and drew up her knees, her dress falling the fraction closer to her body the small amount of space between her and Sebastian's sprawling body allowed.

"I wish to be fucked."

"Mmm. That language."

He delighted as her eyes danced as he brought his left hand to his mouth and tugged off his glove. He clenched them in his teeth as he reached between them and sought her apex. He grinned around his glove as his fingers effortlessly pressed into her fold and drew out her wetness.

He turned his head and dropped the glove out of his mouth. "Mmm, you do seem ready."

"Sebastian! Stop teasing me! Please," she cried as his fingers worked faster into her body.

"But, my sweet woman, you wanted me to 'make love' to you - first now, then tonight. I am very confused when I should do this, so I may as well do it now, and later. What kind of butler would I be if I could not provide relief of that request?"

Her eyes flared with desire and she bucked into his hand and gripped his shoulders. "I said fuck me."

He took his right glove off in the same fashion and guided his cock into her folds and pushed into her, watching as all the feelings she had expected to feel dance quickly over her face and settle into a open panting gaze.

"Yes my mistress," he whispered into her ear as he plunged his cock into her.