Her eyes shone and she held the towel around her body. Sebastian smiled, ah the towel. Yes, that would be appropriate. He moved and drank her in, openly and with all the lust and need they had shared in the hallway, and he was sure, in her own mind when she was alone. Now, oh now, they could join together and explore each of those private dreams.

"Do you wish me on the bed, Mister Sebastian?" she asked, her voice smooth and eager. He snorted and pulled her roughly towards him, undoing the small knot and ripping another towel from her body. He used his height to look down her body, her breasts and legs, her back and ass.

"Please."

She walked to the wooden bed, sat on the edge, and swung her legs on the bed. She looked at the chains and Sebastian's smile widened. He would be showing her how his kind took their pleasure from humans. This lesson was his test to her: did she really want what he was, what she didn't know he was, and what she really could have?

He grabbed her legs and dragged them apart, quickly placing them both in the silver locks. He walked to his closet and opened it, glancing back as she rubbed her ankles.

"There will be bruises," he said simply. Her eyes had a sliver of fear in them as they turned to him. "But you will not be hurt beyond that. Much," he added as he took his riding crop out. He flicked it and relished how the little leather crop made the still air sing.

Her body shuttered, either in desire, anticipation, or sudden realization she was at his complete mercy, he wasn't sure. He laid the tool beside her and lifted her right hand to the shackle. His eyes slide back over the naked form. Mey-Rin had been for a very long time under his mercy. He had barked his share of orders, demanding they all jumped to his voice. He had sometimes used his anger for doing their jobs to belittle them and demand more out of them, dismissing the fact they were not servants by trade. He took her left arm and stroked her delicate skin and placed it in the last shackle, spreading her out before him, on his bed, waiting with now an open stare as he undid his shirt and pulled it off as he slowly walked around the bed, staring as if he was a lion and she was the innocent lamb, ready and knowing she would be slaughtered.

His cock sought relief. He undid his pants and slid them down, her lips parting as his hardened cock came into her view. He had lit his overhead lantern and the room was bathed in a warm glow of candles around the perimeter, making it very easy for them both to see one another. He picked up the riding crop and let it sing in the air, watching as she winced as it came close to her stomach. He smiled and let it trail down to her sex, the one he would be punishing with his cock, if she was ready or not.

The lesson would be addressing one's superiors with respect, he said, his voice hard as his cock.

Her voice cracked a bit as his hand and fingers plunged into her sex as she sighed his name.

"Mister Sebastian," he corrected, placing a second finger deep into her.

"Mi-mister Sebastian," she repeated, her hips lifting into his hand. He swatted her with the crop and she stopped.

"I will not tolerate stuttering in the presence of those who are in power."

"Yes," she gasped, "Mister Sebastian."

"Your voice must be smooth and even. You must not talk through your nose," he said, now moving onto the bed. He slid his hand over her folds, a finger deep inside her still. The crop now slapped her taunt nipples as he talked. "You must look at the person whom you are addressing."

"Yes, Mister Sebastian," she said as smoothly as she could. "Please, Master, please."

He grinned and leaned over her, his hands away from her hot body. "You have a request?"

"Teach me to please you, Mister Sebastian," she breathed. Her sweet aroma making his focus shift from her sex to her eyes. They pleaded for her release and his cock.

"Not yet," he breathed into her ear, his body hovering over hers, his own cock so painfully hard as he denied them both. He knew his cock was sliding over her flesh and she groaned.

"How much more can you teach me?"

He stood now, quick in a blink of an eye, beside her. His crop slapped her side, making her yelp. "A servant does not ask questions when one is waiting for orders. A servant does not make a sound when she is being scolded."

"Yes, Mister Sebastian."

"I was impressed earlier, when we fucked, you did not make a sound. You must have wanted it very, very badly."

"Yes, Mister Sebastian, I did."

"A lady does not say such things." He cracked his crop on the inside of her right thigh, a red welt forming even as his crop sprang away from the skin. "A lady does not admit she wanted such things." A mirror welt formed on her left inner thigh. "I suppose a fine lady never becomes an assassin either, so your vocabulary may not be helped. However," he countered, now slipping the crop tip up her body as he moved slowly beside the bed, his hardened cock leaking his desire a bit. His crop slapped her breasts and made them jiggle, giving him a short sigh and a quick dart of his tongue across his lips. "A retraining of that tongue may do the trick." He landed his crop beside her head and Mey-Rin turned away for a moment.

He climbed back on the bed, now straddling her chest, not touching her as he placed the crop above her, on the small window sill. Sebastian looked down in a desire filled haze. The lesson to train her vocabulary would be their transition into him taking her sex swiftly and surly. But first, he smiled down at her, her eyes eagerly drinking in his large cock before her, she would swallow him once more like she had in the young master's bedroom.