That butler, so subservient
Ceil pulled away with a gasp, his cheeks dyed a deep scarlet that made a fascinating contrast with his dark hair and porcelain skin. He, unlike me, needed air.
"Now do you understand?" he was breathing heavily and the slamming of his heart against my ribcage was making me light-headed if not enough to affect me- even as I was this human form had some hold on me, not all of which was unpleasant.
"Yes My Lord" I told him, smiling in a way I knew (I had been told) was every bit as demonic as the creature hiding behind it.
"Sebastian go lay down on the bed." He ordered me, and I saw something so dark it was almost like me in his eyes. Yet another surprise. I grinned even wider, and rose smoothly. I turned and at a leisurely pace, walked to the bed, not once glancing back. I could sense that my attempt to be a tease was working in the tension that was coming down our bond. I sat casually on the bed, and pulled my legs up. I laid back on the thick stack of pillows and positioned myself as if I were standing. My ankles were straight, feet shoulder width apart; my hands rested away from my body, palms down. I could feel the fine weave of the silk pillow case on my neck, the only skin of my body that was exposed, I could smell the tea, Japanese Sencha imported directly from Kyoto. I could hear young master's footsteps, as unhurried as my own had been. I felt the mattress dip under his weight, then he was on his hands and knees over me. The look he gave me from above was that usually reserved for prey, our prey. Today, I was the prey.
"Did you lock the doors my lord?" I asked calmly "You wouldn't want Finni or Maylene to barge in would you?"
"Lock it. It's an order."
"I'll need my arm, my lord"
"Then take it." I tugged off the obscuring glove with my teeth, making certain not to so much as brush him. I held out the hand to the door, and waved it locked. I flicked my fingers, enforcing the doors so that any unexpected visitors (like Agni) would not be able to knock them down. I retuned my hand to its place.
"It is done"
"Good" he said, his smile feral. "Sebastian, don't move. Consider it an order"
"Yes My Lord"
Hhhmmmm, so the young master is controlling, even in this kind of situation.