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Evening falls over Sebastian Michaelis's luxurious home. His eighteen-year-old butler, Ciel Phantomhive, finishes putting away the last glasses in the kitchen. The room is quiet, the clink of crystal the only sound. Sebastian enters the room, dressed in a simple black linen shirt, the first two buttons undone, revealing a sculpted chest. He observes Ciel in silence, a faint smile tugging at his lips.
"Ciel."
The voice is low and smooth, a command in a simple word. Ciel stiffens for a moment, his heart beating faster. He turns around and instinctively looks down. "Yes, Sir?"
Sebastian slowly approaches, his footsteps muffled on the tiles. He stops just in front of the young man, forcing him to meet his gaze. "The work is done for today, but yours is only beginning."
His hand rises to Ciel’s jaw, tracing it slowly, then moves to his neck. He shivers at the touch, a familiar warmth blooming in his lower abdomen. "Sir...?"
"You've been a bit too slow today," Sebastian murmurs, his thumb brushing against Ciel's lower lip. "A bit too... distracted. I think a lesson in discipline is in order."
Without hesitation, he grabs Ciel's wrist and pulls him out of the kitchen, through the dark living room towards his own bedroom. It's a vast room dominated by a large bed with a black velvet cover. He gently pushes Ciel inside the room and doesn't give him a chance to protest.
"Undress," Sebastian commands, his voice leaving no room for discussion, then leans toward Ciel's ear, his warm breath making the young man shiver. "I want to see all of you. Now."
Ciel, obedient but with a glimmer of defiance in his eyes, begins to undo the buttons of his butler's outfit, his fingers trembling with anticipation and nervousness. He lets his jacket fall, then his shirt, revealing his pale skin and slender figure while Sebastian watches, his gaze possessive.
"Faster," he growls. "You don't want to irritate me, do you, my little Ciel?"
When Ciel is finally naked, feeling vulnerable and exposed under Sebastian's gaze, he takes a step back to admire him. "Perfect. Now, kneel on the bed."
Ciel obeys, climbing onto the bed and getting on his hands and knees, his back arched, presenting himself to Sebastian. He feels the intensity of Sebastian's stare on him.
"You know what you've done," Sebastian continues, his voice becoming a dark whisper. "You've tested my patience today, and for that, you will be punished."
The first slap comes suddenly, a sharp smack on his right buttock, making him jump and let out a small muffled cry, the heat spreading through him instantly. A second slap lands the other cheek, just as hard.
"Count," Sebastian orders.
"One..." Ciel gasps.
Slap.
"Two..."
The slaps continue, rhythmic, turning his skin a bright pink. Ciel counts, his voice becoming more breathless each time; the pain is sharp, but it mingles with an intense pleasure coursing through his veins. He is so hard, so desperate, that it is almost painful.
"Please, Master..." he pleads after the tenth slap.
"Please what?" Sebastian asks, his fingers now tracing the line of his heated skin.
"Please... more..."
Sebastian lets out a small satisfied laugh. "Oh, you'll have more, much more. But not just yet." His hand slips between Ciel's legs, brushing against his testicles but carefully avoiding his erect member that longs to be touched. "You didn't think I was going to reward you so soon, did you? You haven't earned the right to climax yet."
He leans over Ciel, his body pressed against his. His hand finds one of his nipples and pinches it lightly. Ciel throws his head back, a moan escaping his lips. Sebastian, relishing this reaction, pinches harder, making him shudder.
"You like that, huh? When I play with your nipples? When I make you feel pain?" he whispers against his ear. "Say it. Tell your Master how much you love it."
"Yes... I love it... Master..." Ciel admits, his voice broken by pleasure.
"Good boy." Sebastian turns him onto his back, forcing Ciel to look him in the eyes, then he places a knee between Ciel's legs, spreading them apart. He leans down and takes the other nipple into his mouth, sucking, biting, torturing it with his tongue until it is hard and painful, Ciel writhing beneath him, his hands gripping the sheets.
"Please, Master... I beg you..." he moans.
"You beg me for what? To hurt you? To let you cum? Be more specific, my little slut."
"To take you... to take you inside me... please..."
Sebastian's smile widened. That's exactly what he wanted to hear. "You're so pretty when you beg." He grabs the cushion and slides it under Ciel's hips, raising them, then he undoes his own belt and pants, freeing his impressive erection which he covers with lubricant, his eyes never leaving Ciel's.
"Look at me," he orders. "I want you to look at me when I take you."
He positions himself at Ciel's entrance and enters in one slow, relentless thrust. Ciel cries out, a mixture of pain and relief overwhelming him as Sebastian fills him completely. He stops for a moment, giving him time to get used to it, but his gaze remains hard, dominating.
"You're mine, Ciel," Sebastian growls as he begins to move, his thrusts at first slow and deep, then faster and wilder. "Your body, your pleasure, everything belongs to me, you only exist for that. For me."
Each word is a blow, each affirmation reinforces his hold. He grabs Ciel's hair, making him look up. His free hand closes around Ciel’s member, squeezing just enough to frustrate him.
"You won't cum until I tell you to," he warns. "Understood?"
Ciel can only nod, breathless. He is totally overwhelmed by the sensations. The world is reduced to this room, to the man who owns him, to the exquisite pain and unbearable pleasure. Sebastian takes him mercilessly, marking him, punishing him, rewarding him all at once. The dirty talk continues, an uninterrupted stream of crude and possessive words that push him to the brink of madness.
"My little slut, so obedient... You take your punishment so well... You're so good for me, Ciel... So good..."
When he feels that Ciel is about to break, that he can no longer hold back his orgasm, Sebastian leans down and whispers: "Now. Cum for me."
Ciel cums with a cry, screaming his master's name, while Sebastian releases himself deep inside him, filling him with his seed. Ciel will never admit it out loud, but he loves it when his master fills him, the warmth deep inside him, the proof of his master's possession, something that always fulfills him.