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A demon's desire	By : SashaMidnight Category: > Black Butler (Kuroshitsuji ???) Views: 815 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-His Red Eyes were watching Her
- 1
Her Bedroom door was slightly open

Ciel kept himself occupied with his book while Sebastian drove the carriage to London. Though the plot and characters from Mr. Arthur Belldrom's latest novel were intriguing, Ciel's mind had occassionally drifted from the novel to the social gathering that Ciel was being driven to attend. His aunt Angelina, known to society as Madam Red, had come to his mansion with two invitations to countess Thesella Havenroth’s after tea. She was new to London’s society; an heiress to a coffee fortune and a fashion designer, Thesella had chosen this crisp autumn evening to make her debut. Ciel has protested his attendance but Madam Red would hear none of it and Sebastian had agreed. Ciel had raged at them both, stating that he had no interest in attending a monotonous evening dinner when he preferred to have a solitary evening. In the end, Ciel had lost and he was now seething in the cushioned seat of his carriage as the carriage brought him closer to Thesella Havenroth’s townhouse.
“I won’t forget this, Madam and Sebastian,” Ciel thought bitterly.
The carriage arrived at the countess’s house thirty minutes later. Sebastian dismounted from the driver’s seat then held the carriage door open for Ciel. “Here we are. We’re a little late but I’m sure the mistress of the house will be forgiving.”
“And just how forgiving do you think she’ll be if we reversed our decision and returned to the manor?” Ciel asked teasingly.
“Fortunately for you, master, you won’t have to find out. Just look there, the carriage has been taken for parking.” Sebastian jerked his head in the direction of their departing carriage. “I supposed our departure will be put off for another two hours or so.”
“Damn you, Sebastian,” Ciel curse. He adjusted his top hat, left his chin, and approached the front door. He presented the servant at the front door his invitation and in return, was granted access to the magnificent townhouse. The foyer was spacious. A closet on their left and to their right was a winding staircase with a balcony overhead. Another servant approach them and kindly asked that Ciel and Sebastian follow him into the parlor. Wordlessly, the pair followed the servant down the long hall and approached a pair of double doors. When he slid the doors open, he revealed a packed room of splendidly attired gentlemen speaking loudly with a drink in hand and immaculately dressed ladies waving their jeweled fans. Ciel had barely taken two steps into the room when his aunt had espied him from across the room.
“Ciel! My dear nephew.” Madam Red crossed the room toward Ciel and Sebastian, drawing several eyes as she did. She wore a crimon, thick strapped gown with a modest v-cut. Diamond teardrop earrings twinkled in her ears and matched the diamonds that sparkled on her choker. “You’re lucky that not many has noticed your absence, my lord.”
“I have you to thank for that.” Ciel rolled his visible blue eye. “Who would care about my arrival when they can drink in the sight of you?”
“Oh!” Madam Red exclaimed. “You’re a shameless flatterer.”
“Not exactly. If you continue to flaunt your looks long enough I may have enough time to escape without anyone noticing I’ve gone.”
“Shush that talk, Ciel. You aren’t going anywhere except to meet the countess.” Madam Red placed her palm flat against Ciel’s back and ushered her to wear the countess was standing. She was sitting in a gold, cushioned chair and listened to an elderly gentleman speak when she saw them approaching. She immediately stood up and smiled warmly.
Ciel thought there was nothing different about her, except for the fact that her skin was the color caramel. Aside from her complexion, she was just like the other ladies. She wore blush, which he detested, her lips were red enough to gain madam’s approval, and her green, off the shoulder gown went nicely with the rubies she had chosen to wear. Because of rank, Thesella dipped into a perfect curtsy toward Ciel before greeting him. Before she spoke, she stole a glance at Sebastian then returned her gaze to Ciel.
“Ciel Phantomhive, I presume,” Thesella greeted.
“You presume correctly, my lady. I’m the earl Phantomhive. It was gracious of you to invite me to soiree tonight. I am deeply honored and grateful.” Ciel meant none of it and both Sebastian and Madam Red knew it.
Thesella giggly lightly and extended a hand to Ciel. “It is a pleasure to have you among us tonight. Madam Red here tells me that it is nigh impossible to get you away from your manor. I hope to see it sometime.”
It was a custom for a gentleman to kiss a lady’s hand when she offered it. Instead, Ciel gave her a firm handshake. Shock registered Thesella’s face as she pulled her hand away. Where did the child learn his manners?
“And we would be delighted to have you, my lady,” Sebastian said, breaking the growing tension. “Perhaps you would prefer to join us this coming weekend for dinner. I’m certain that my lord would enjoy having you over for dinner.”
Thesella flushed at the invitation. “I would be delighted. May I have the name of the gentleman that has generously offered me an invitation to dinner?”
“His name is Sebastian and he’s my butler,” Ciel answered. “He also has not right to invite anyone to my mansion without my permission.”
“Then will you invite me yourself, your lordship?” The question was meant for Ciel but Thesella’s eyes were on Sebastian. No man in the entire room could measure up to how handsome he was. She felt like she would melt under his ruby-red gaze.
“Of course, he will invite you,” Madam Red said. “My nephew is an excellent host and Sebastian is an even better cook. We’ll set a date for you to join us this coming Saturday, countess.”
Thesella smiled then looked at Sebastian. “I would like to taste some of your cooking, Sebastian.”
Sebastian bowed low. “It would be an honor to serve you, countess.”
“Is that so?” Ciel smirked. “Then perhaps you would like to bring the countess a glass of sherry.”
“It’s over this way, Sebastian.” Thesella noticed the informality of her actions. It was unseemly for a lady of her rank to escort a butler to the bar. She looked down at the floor but Sebastian extended his hand to her. “I am a guest in your home, my lady. It would be informal of you not to show me to the bar.”
“O-of course.” And when Sebastian offered his arm, Thesella felt her heart double in speed. It felt like they were sweethearts as they approached the bar. She asked the bartender for two glasses of port, but Sebastian declined.
“I’m not an admirer of the drink,” Sebastian explained. “A glass of water will suit me fine instead.”
As the bartender fixed Sebastian an ice water, Thesella tilted her glass nervously. “This is my first party. I’ve never played the part of hostess. Usually, my brother Maximilian will entertain the guests but he’s in Italy on business. I feel so out of place and… I would like to be alone for a moment.”
“You’ve no need to be nervous, my lady. Look around you.” Sebastian swept his hand at the crowded room. “These people have come to see you and so far, they have been enchanted by you. Tell me, how do you do it?”
Thesella gasped and looked down at her drink. “I don’t do anything, Sebastian. I just speak.”
“Then you must speak on interesting topics. None of your guests has left. You must be any excellent hostess.”
Thesella was speechless. She was on cloud nine. Not only did she have Sebastian sole attention, but she had his compliments. Curses, why was he only a butler? Not only was he handsome, but he had the dialect of a nobleman. He was enchanting and motivational. Thesella had to wonder, was he a good kisser? Was embrace warm and powerful? If they were alone they would have surely found out.
“My lady?”
“Ah!” Thesella fumbled her glass, spilling the sherry on her gown when her maid approached her.
“Oh, my lady I’m sorry!”
“It’s alright, Caroline.” Thesella laid the glass down on the bar. She felt humiliated. The sherry had left a dark, wet spot in the front of her gown. “I shall have to change my gown. Caroline, see to it that our guests are brought to the dining room for dinner. I shall be back soon.”
“Perhaps your maid will help you dress, my lady. If you will permit me, I will see to it that your guests are seated and served,” Sebastian volunteered.
“Oh, Sebastian I can’t ask you to-”
“It will be no trouble for me, madam. In truth, it would be please to be of service to you.”
Thesella felt like her heart was going to explode. She was able to thank Sebastian before Caroline ushered her out of the room. Together they hurried down the hall, up the winding staircase in the front, and down the hall to Thesella’s room. Once inside, Caroline made light of Thesella’s situation by suggestion she wear one of the gowns she had designed.
“You’ll look ravishing in the pink,” Caroline said.
“The white gown, Caroline. I think it looks lovely,” Thesella suggested.
Caroline didn’t argue. She took the dress out of the closet and laid it out on the bed. Caroline went to help Thesella out of her currect dress but Thesella had other task for her. She asked Caroline to check on the dinner.
“I will be alright,” Thesella assured. She was glad to see Caroline curtsy and leave the room. Thesella ran to her bed and threw herself down. It sounded impossible, but she was in love. She reached for a pillow and hugged it tight. She was in love with Sebastian. It was informal, impossible, and crazy, but she was. Thesella sighed against the pillow as she imagined Sebastian’s arms encircling her. He would whisper how captivated he was by her looks and ask if she would give her permission to let him kiss her. Thesella would say ‘yes’ and she would close her eyes as their lips touched for the first time. She reached up to touch her soft, rose colored lips and traced them.
“Sebastian…” Thesella murmured. He would hear her whisper and he ask her to repeat it. He would call her his sweet love, the lady of his heart, his darling, all while his hands moved up and down the length of her back.
“I must feel your skin, my beauty. Undress for me, slowly. I want to all of you,” Sebastian would say. Thesella blushed at his request, but under his eye, Thesella would do anything. Thesella got up from the bed and slowly peeled off on article of clothing after another. Her underskirt, stockings, underwear, and corset fell into a heap at her feet. Now she stood naked for Sebastian to feast his eyes on.
“Exquisite. Like the goddess Venus, you are flawless,” Sebastian would admire.
“Sebastian…” Thesella reached a hand toward the empty bed, but in her mind, she saw Sebastian. She returned to the bed and laid on her back. She cupped her breast in one hand and massaged it gently. With her other hand, she trailed two fingers along her thigh and between her legs. She pushed her fingers inside of herself, sighed gently at the feeling.
“Sebastian… oh, my love. Sebastian… Sebastian.” Thesella widened her legs and pushed her fingers deeper and faster. They weren’t her fingers anymore; they were Sebastian’s. It was Sebastian that pleasured her, Sebastian that whispered how beautiful she was, Sebastian who pushed her closer to a climax.
In the hallway outside, Sebastian had ascended the steps and walked down the hall toward Thesella’s room. Caroline was busy seating everyone and checking on the dinner. Sebastian had offered to fetch Thesella in Caroline’s place. After speaking with Thesella, Sebastian had deduced that the girl was shy. It was her first time among high society and unlike his little master, Thesella paid much attention to the opinions of others. She didn’t know that her guests were enchanted with her. Sebastian had heard nothing but positive comments about Thesella. One person thought she was sweeter that cherries, another thought she had a sharp wit, and one young nobleman wanted to court her. Sebastian sighed, poor Thesella; she suffered from basic human insecurities. Perhaps it would do her some good to come to the Phantomhive estate and learn from Sebastian’s master how to not give a goddamn what other thought. Then we would see how far Thesella’s confidence took her.
Following’s Caroline’s directions, Sebastian found himself outside of Thesella’s bedroom. He noticed that the room door had been left ajar. Caroline must have accidentally left it open when she rushed out of the room. Sebastian raised his had to knock but stopped when he heard a soft whimper. Was Thesella in trouble? Then he heard another sound, it Thesella whispering his name.
“Sebastian, my love,” Thesella whispered.
Curiosity seized Sebastian and what he saw caused his jaw to drop. There was Thesella, legs spread widely apart with one hand between them and the other massaging her breast. Sebastian knew he shouldn’t be watching, it was disgusting to peek in on a woman’s most intimate moment. He should look away but he couldn’t. Hearing his name escape her lips and watching her pleasure herself kept him in place. Sebastian leaned in to get a better look. Thesella had been submerged deep into ecstasy; her body pulsated and her toes curled, she was coming closer to her climax. Inadvertently, Sebastian found himself urging her on. He wanted her to reach her to reach it. He wanted to see her body go limp with pleasure and exhaustion but mostly, he wanted to feel her climax.
“Just a little bit closer,” Sebastian whispered.
“Sebastian… I’m so close. I… I can’t hold back anymore. Sebastian, my love, I’m coming.”
“Thesella.” Sebastian inched closer, bumping into the door and frightening Thesella into a halt. She scrambled to the back of the bed and reached for a pillow to shield herself.
“Who’s there?” The pleasure had gone out of Thesella’s voice and it had been replaced with fear. “Is someone there?”
Sebastian didn’t reply. Instead, he opened the door and stepped into Thesella’s full view. Tears blurred her vision of him and poured down her cheeks. Ashamed of being discovered, Thesella turned away from Sebastian wept from embarrassment.
“Please leave, Sebastian,” Thesella said through tears.
“Forgive me, my lady, but I cannot. It would be rude of me to leave you in such distress. If you would kindly cover yourself, I’d like to offer you my handkerchief.”
Thesella looked up at Sebastian; he had turned his back to her to give her privacy. She couldn’t get up to get her corset and underskirt without exposing herself to Sebastian, so she reached for the sheet from her bed and wrapped it around her. “You can look now.”
Sebastian turned back around and gazed down at Thesella. She looked so innocent and fragile. One nasty would reduce the girl to pieces. He wouldn’t deny that she had a right to feel embarrassed, but Sebastian didn’t want her shrink away from him. Truthfully, he felt ashamed for looking in on her in this private moment.
“Where is the bathroom?” Sebastian asked.
“That door there.” Thesella pointed to the left. “I have fresh wash clothes inside.”
“I’m certain that you do. However, I would like for you to use my handkerchief. It is feeble sign of an apology, He but I hope you will accept it.” Sebastian went into the bathroom to wet his handkerchief then returned to Thesella. He pressed the warm, wet handkerchief against Thesella’s cheeks and under her eyes. When he was finished, Sebastian cracked a smile.
“It seems as if you’ve stopped crying,” Sebastian noticed.
Thesella nodded. “Thank you. You know, Sebastian, I didn’t think that… I know I shouldn’t have but…”
“You don’t have to explain. In fact, it is I that should be explaining myself to you. I came to fetch you while Caroline has gotten the guests settled. Had it known that you were having a private moment, I would have remained in the dining room. Can you ever forgive me?”
Thesella flushed. He was so eager to take the blame when Thesella wasn’t the least bit blameless. She should be apologizing to him. Or at the very least, explaining herself.
“Sebastian, what you saw was… indeed private but, I… I was so…” Thesella stared at his bland face as he listened to her stumble through her explanation.
“I told you, Thesella. You don’t have to explain. The fault was-”
“I’m in love with you, Sebastian.” The words flew out of Thesella’s mouth before she could say anything else. “Sebastian, I know it’s sudden and my brother says that all nineteen-year olds like me are incurable romantics, but I can’t say anything else. You were the only one to make me feel confident and beautiful tonight. I know that it’s sudden and that you are below my rank but… I can’t help it. I love you, Sebastian.”
Sebastian held his jaw shut tight. He had never had a woman confess her love for him, much less a woman he had just met. Thesella did say she was nineteen, so Sebastian assumed that it was her youthful eagerness to fall in love. Young people had a tendency for being in love with the idea of being in love. They daydream about that warmth and passion that made their world bright. Being a demon, Sebastian had never felt that way. Demons left the feelings of love to humans; love was complex and draining. What demon in their soul hunting, blood lusting mind would want to be bothered with it?
“Thesella… your confession is sweet, but I’m afraid I cannot return your feelings,” Sebastian said, trying not to hurt her feelings.
“It’s because you are a butler and I’m a countess. That does pose as a problem, but I think we can work things out. We can’t do it here, though. I must return to the party.”
Sebastian agreed. The sooner he got out of that room the better. “Shall I call Caroline to help you dress?”
“No need. I would like you to help me.” Thesella discarded her bedsheet and revealed her naked figure to Sebastian. She drank into the sight of his amazed stare. “You can touch me if you want.”
“I don’t think that would be a good idea.”
“Then I will touch you.” Thesella reached out to caress Sebastian’s cheek. “So soft, it’s almost like touching velvet.”
“Thesella… you really ought to get dressed,” Sebastian insisted.
“And I will, but first there’s something I want to do.”
“Thesella, this child’s play must desist. Your guests are-”
Sebastian’s sentence was cut short when Thesella leaned in for a kiss. He had been so overcome by shock that it rendered him immobile. Thesella, on the other hand, had crawled into his lap and straddled him as she deepened the kiss. Her hands ran through his fine, raven black hair then down to his cheeks. Sebastian let his eyes shut and his arms encircle Thesella’s waist. It had been a while since his appetite had stirred; Thesella had awakened a hunger in him that had been dormant for some time. That hunger reflected in his eyes, which had shifted from red to purple. He could take Thesella now; have her and leave her. Thesella wouldn’t mind. Even now she was reaching to undo his tie and the buttons of his shirt. Why not answer her desires and take her? What was stopping him?
“Your master, that’s who’s stopping you.” Sebastian’s eyes snapped open. That was correct, Ciel was waiting for him to return, so were the other dinner guests. Sebastian’s hands clenched Thesella’s wrists as she reached for the third button. “We can’t. Your guests are waiting.”
“Oh, fine. But my love, tell me when we can meet again. I have to see you.”
“Thesella…”
“Please, Sebastian. Just name the time and I will be there. Ciel can’t need you all of the time.”
Sebastian sighed; the girl wouldn’t give up, but she was right. Ciel went to be around eleven at night and slept through until morning. Sebastian could get away but only to tell her that this silly romance couldn’t be. “I will come to you tonight around midnight. Leave your bedroom window open and I will come to you.”
“Thank you. Oh, Sebastian thank you.” Thesella pressed her lips against his for one more kiss. “Will you help me into my dress? It’s the white one there.”
Thesella moved off of Sebastian’s lap and went to get her corset and underskirt. She could get through the night knowing that when the guests were gone and the lights had been turned off, Sebastian would come to her. She could have twirled and sang at the thought, but instead she shimmied into her corset and underskirt. Sebastian had laced her tightly, then helped her into her whit gown.
“How do I look?” Thesella twirled around for Sebastian. The gown was long sleeved and lined with black velvet. The sweetheart neckline had been adorned with a black ribbon. Several words came to mind when Sebastian glanced at her. Breathtaking, fantastic, brilliant, beautiful, gorgeous, enchanting, but he said none of them.
“You look well.”
Thesella giggled. “You’re too shy to tell me I’m beautiful. That’s okay, I don’t mind.”
“Enough games. Your guests are waiting.” Sebastian opened her room door for Thesella. “My lady.”
Thesella crossed the floor to Sebastian and offered her hand to Sebastian. “Escort me.”
Sebastian took Thesella’s hand for a kiss then tucked it into the crook of his arm. “My lady. Let us leave.”
“Yes, my love.”

I hope enjoyed this fanfic. There will be more to come in the future. I appreciate your patience, my dear readers
Her Bedroom door was slightly open

Ciel kept himself occupied with his book while Sebastian drove the carriage to London. Though the plot and characters from Mr. Arthur Belldrom's latest novel were intriguing, Ciel's mind had occassionally drifted from the novel to the social gathering that Ciel was being driven to attend. His aunt Angelina, known to society as Madam Red, had come to his mansion with two invitations to countess Thesella Havenroth’s after tea. She was new to London’s society; an heiress to a coffee fortune and a fashion designer, Thesella had chosen this crisp autumn evening to make her debut. Ciel has protested his attendance but Madam Red would hear none of it and Sebastian had agreed. Ciel had raged at them both, stating that he had no interest in attending a monotonous evening dinner when he preferred to have a solitary evening. In the end, Ciel had lost and he was now seething in the cushioned seat of his carriage as the carriage brought him closer to Thesella Havenroth’s townhouse.
“I won’t forget this, Madam and Sebastian,” Ciel thought bitterly.
The carriage arrived at the countess’s house thirty minutes later. Sebastian dismounted from the driver’s seat then held the carriage door open for Ciel. “Here we are. We’re a little late but I’m sure the mistress of the house will be forgiving.”
“And just how forgiving do you think she’ll be if we reversed our decision and returned to the manor?” Ciel asked teasingly.
“Fortunately for you, master, you won’t have to find out. Just look there, the carriage has been taken for parking.” Sebastian jerked his head in the direction of their departing carriage. “I supposed our departure will be put off for another two hours or so.”
“Damn you, Sebastian,” Ciel curse. He adjusted his top hat, left his chin, and approached the front door. He presented the servant at the front door his invitation and in return, was granted access to the magnificent townhouse. The foyer was spacious. A closet on their left and to their right was a winding staircase with a balcony overhead. Another servant approach them and kindly asked that Ciel and Sebastian follow him into the parlor. Wordlessly, the pair followed the servant down the long hall and approached a pair of double doors. When he slid the doors open, he revealed a packed room of splendidly attired gentlemen speaking loudly with a drink in hand and immaculately dressed ladies waving their jeweled fans. Ciel had barely taken two steps into the room when his aunt had espied him from across the room.
“Ciel! My dear nephew.” Madam Red crossed the room toward Ciel and Sebastian, drawing several eyes as she did. She wore a crimon, thick strapped gown with a modest v-cut. Diamond teardrop earrings twinkled in her ears and matched the diamonds that sparkled on her choker. “You’re lucky that not many has noticed your absence, my lord.”
“I have you to thank for that.” Ciel rolled his visible blue eye. “Who would care about my arrival when they can drink in the sight of you?”
“Oh!” Madam Red exclaimed. “You’re a shameless flatterer.”
“Not exactly. If you continue to flaunt your looks long enough I may have enough time to escape without anyone noticing I’ve gone.”
“Shush that talk, Ciel. You aren’t going anywhere except to meet the countess.” Madam Red placed her palm flat against Ciel’s back and ushered her to wear the countess was standing. She was sitting in a gold, cushioned chair and listened to an elderly gentleman speak when she saw them approaching. She immediately stood up and smiled warmly.
Ciel thought there was nothing different about her, except for the fact that her skin was the color caramel. Aside from her complexion, she was just like the other ladies. She wore blush, which he detested, her lips were red enough to gain madam’s approval, and her green, off the shoulder gown went nicely with the rubies she had chosen to wear. Because of rank, Thesella dipped into a perfect curtsy toward Ciel before greeting him. Before she spoke, she stole a glance at Sebastian then returned her gaze to Ciel.
“Ciel Phantomhive, I presume,” Thesella greeted.
“You presume correctly, my lady. I’m the earl Phantomhive. It was gracious of you to invite me to soiree tonight. I am deeply honored and grateful.” Ciel meant none of it and both Sebastian and Madam Red knew it.
Thesella giggly lightly and extended a hand to Ciel. “It is a pleasure to have you among us tonight. Madam Red here tells me that it is nigh impossible to get you away from your manor. I hope to see it sometime.”
It was a custom for a gentleman to kiss a lady’s hand when she offered it. Instead, Ciel gave her a firm handshake. Shock registered Thesella’s face as she pulled her hand away. Where did the child learn his manners?
“And we would be delighted to have you, my lady,” Sebastian said, breaking the growing tension. “Perhaps you would prefer to join us this coming weekend for dinner. I’m certain that my lord would enjoy having you over for dinner.”
Thesella flushed at the invitation. “I would be delighted. May I have the name of the gentleman that has generously offered me an invitation to dinner?”
“His name is Sebastian and he’s my butler,” Ciel answered. “He also has not right to invite anyone to my mansion without my permission.”
“Then will you invite me yourself, your lordship?” The question was meant for Ciel but Thesella’s eyes were on Sebastian. No man in the entire room could measure up to how handsome he was. She felt like she would melt under his ruby-red gaze.
“Of course, he will invite you,” Madam Red said. “My nephew is an excellent host and Sebastian is an even better cook. We’ll set a date for you to join us this coming Saturday, countess.”
Thesella smiled then looked at Sebastian. “I would like to taste some of your cooking, Sebastian.”
Sebastian bowed low. “It would be an honor to serve you, countess.”
“Is that so?” Ciel smirked. “Then perhaps you would like to bring the countess a glass of sherry.”
“It’s over this way, Sebastian.” Thesella noticed the informality of her actions. It was unseemly for a lady of her rank to escort a butler to the bar. She looked down at the floor but Sebastian extended his hand to her. “I am a guest in your home, my lady. It would be informal of you not to show me to the bar.”
“O-of course.” And when Sebastian offered his arm, Thesella felt her heart double in speed. It felt like they were sweethearts as they approached the bar. She asked the bartender for two glasses of port, but Sebastian declined.
“I’m not an admirer of the drink,” Sebastian explained. “A glass of water will suit me fine instead.”
As the bartender fixed Sebastian an ice water, Thesella tilted her glass nervously. “This is my first party. I’ve never played the part of hostess. Usually, my brother Maximilian will entertain the guests but he’s in Italy on business. I feel so out of place and… I would like to be alone for a moment.”
“You’ve no need to be nervous, my lady. Look around you.” Sebastian swept his hand at the crowded room. “These people have come to see you and so far, they have been enchanted by you. Tell me, how do you do it?”
Thesella gasped and looked down at her drink. “I don’t do anything, Sebastian. I just speak.”
“Then you must speak on interesting topics. None of your guests has left. You must be any excellent hostess.”
Thesella was speechless. She was on cloud nine. Not only did she have Sebastian sole attention, but she had his compliments. Curses, why was he only a butler? Not only was he handsome, but he had the dialect of a nobleman. He was enchanting and motivational. Thesella had to wonder, was he a good kisser? Was embrace warm and powerful? If they were alone they would have surely found out.
“My lady?”
“Ah!” Thesella fumbled her glass, spilling the sherry on her gown when her maid approached her.
“Oh, my lady I’m sorry!”
“It’s alright, Caroline.” Thesella laid the glass down on the bar. She felt humiliated. The sherry had left a dark, wet spot in the front of her gown. “I shall have to change my gown. Caroline, see to it that our guests are brought to the dining room for dinner. I shall be back soon.”
“Perhaps your maid will help you dress, my lady. If you will permit me, I will see to it that your guests are seated and served,” Sebastian volunteered.
“Oh, Sebastian I can’t ask you to-”
“It will be no trouble for me, madam. In truth, it would be please to be of service to you.”
Thesella felt like her heart was going to explode. She was able to thank Sebastian before Caroline ushered her out of the room. Together they hurried down the hall, up the winding staircase in the front, and down the hall to Thesella’s room. Once inside, Caroline made light of Thesella’s situation by suggestion she wear one of the gowns she had designed.
“You’ll look ravishing in the pink,” Caroline said.
“The white gown, Caroline. I think it looks lovely,” Thesella suggested.
Caroline didn’t argue. She took the dress out of the closet and laid it out on the bed. Caroline went to help Thesella out of her currect dress but Thesella had other task for her. She asked Caroline to check on the dinner.
“I will be alright,” Thesella assured. She was glad to see Caroline curtsy and leave the room. Thesella ran to her bed and threw herself down. It sounded impossible, but she was in love. She reached for a pillow and hugged it tight. She was in love with Sebastian. It was informal, impossible, and crazy, but she was. Thesella sighed against the pillow as she imagined Sebastian’s arms encircling her. He would whisper how captivated he was by her looks and ask if she would give her permission to let him kiss her. Thesella would say ‘yes’ and she would close her eyes as their lips touched for the first time. She reached up to touch her soft, rose colored lips and traced them.
“Sebastian…” Thesella murmured. He would hear her whisper and he ask her to repeat it. He would call her his sweet love, the lady of his heart, his darling, all while his hands moved up and down the length of her back.
“I must feel your skin, my beauty. Undress for me, slowly. I want to all of you,” Sebastian would say. Thesella blushed at his request, but under his eye, Thesella would do anything. Thesella got up from the bed and slowly peeled off on article of clothing after another. Her underskirt, stockings, underwear, and corset fell into a heap at her feet. Now she stood naked for Sebastian to feast his eyes on.
“Exquisite. Like the goddess Venus, you are flawless,” Sebastian would admire.
“Sebastian…” Thesella reached a hand toward the empty bed, but in her mind, she saw Sebastian. She returned to the bed and laid on her back. She cupped her breast in one hand and massaged it gently. With her other hand, she trailed two fingers along her thigh and between her legs. She pushed her fingers inside of herself, sighed gently at the feeling.
“Sebastian… oh, my love. Sebastian… Sebastian.” Thesella widened her legs and pushed her fingers deeper and faster. They weren’t her fingers anymore; they were Sebastian’s. It was Sebastian that pleasured her, Sebastian that whispered how beautiful she was, Sebastian who pushed her closer to a climax.
In the hallway outside, Sebastian had ascended the steps and walked down the hall toward Thesella’s room. Caroline was busy seating everyone and checking on the dinner. Sebastian had offered to fetch Thesella in Caroline’s place. After speaking with Thesella, Sebastian had deduced that the girl was shy. It was her first time among high society and unlike his little master, Thesella paid much attention to the opinions of others. She didn’t know that her guests were enchanted with her. Sebastian had heard nothing but positive comments about Thesella. One person thought she was sweeter that cherries, another thought she had a sharp wit, and one young nobleman wanted to court her. Sebastian sighed, poor Thesella; she suffered from basic human insecurities. Perhaps it would do her some good to come to the Phantomhive estate and learn from Sebastian’s master how to not give a goddamn what other thought. Then we would see how far Thesella’s confidence took her.
Following’s Caroline’s directions, Sebastian found himself outside of Thesella’s bedroom. He noticed that the room door had been left ajar. Caroline must have accidentally left it open when she rushed out of the room. Sebastian raised his had to knock but stopped when he heard a soft whimper. Was Thesella in trouble? Then he heard another sound, it Thesella whispering his name.
“Sebastian, my love,” Thesella whispered.
Curiosity seized Sebastian and what he saw caused his jaw to drop. There was Thesella, legs spread widely apart with one hand between them and the other massaging her breast. Sebastian knew he shouldn’t be watching, it was disgusting to peek in on a woman’s most intimate moment. He should look away but he couldn’t. Hearing his name escape her lips and watching her pleasure herself kept him in place. Sebastian leaned in to get a better look. Thesella had been submerged deep into ecstasy; her body pulsated and her toes curled, she was coming closer to her climax. Inadvertently, Sebastian found himself urging her on. He wanted her to reach her to reach it. He wanted to see her body go limp with pleasure and exhaustion but mostly, he wanted to feel her climax.
“Just a little bit closer,” Sebastian whispered.
“Sebastian… I’m so close. I… I can’t hold back anymore. Sebastian, my love, I’m coming.”
“Thesella.” Sebastian inched closer, bumping into the door and frightening Thesella into a halt. She scrambled to the back of the bed and reached for a pillow to shield herself.
“Who’s there?” The pleasure had gone out of Thesella’s voice and it had been replaced with fear. “Is someone there?”
Sebastian didn’t reply. Instead, he opened the door and stepped into Thesella’s full view. Tears blurred her vision of him and poured down her cheeks. Ashamed of being discovered, Thesella turned away from Sebastian wept from embarrassment.
“Please leave, Sebastian,” Thesella said through tears.
“Forgive me, my lady, but I cannot. It would be rude of me to leave you in such distress. If you would kindly cover yourself, I’d like to offer you my handkerchief.”
Thesella looked up at Sebastian; he had turned his back to her to give her privacy. She couldn’t get up to get her corset and underskirt without exposing herself to Sebastian, so she reached for the sheet from her bed and wrapped it around her. “You can look now.”
Sebastian turned back around and gazed down at Thesella. She looked so innocent and fragile. One nasty would reduce the girl to pieces. He wouldn’t deny that she had a right to feel embarrassed, but Sebastian didn’t want her shrink away from him. Truthfully, he felt ashamed for looking in on her in this private moment.
“Where is the bathroom?” Sebastian asked.
“That door there.” Thesella pointed to the left. “I have fresh wash clothes inside.”
“I’m certain that you do. However, I would like for you to use my handkerchief. It is feeble sign of an apology, He but I hope you will accept it.” Sebastian went into the bathroom to wet his handkerchief then returned to Thesella. He pressed the warm, wet handkerchief against Thesella’s cheeks and under her eyes. When he was finished, Sebastian cracked a smile.
“It seems as if you’ve stopped crying,” Sebastian noticed.
Thesella nodded. “Thank you. You know, Sebastian, I didn’t think that… I know I shouldn’t have but…”
“You don’t have to explain. In fact, it is I that should be explaining myself to you. I came to fetch you while Caroline has gotten the guests settled. Had it known that you were having a private moment, I would have remained in the dining room. Can you ever forgive me?”
Thesella flushed. He was so eager to take the blame when Thesella wasn’t the least bit blameless. She should be apologizing to him. Or at the very least, explaining herself.
“Sebastian, what you saw was… indeed private but, I… I was so…” Thesella stared at his bland face as he listened to her stumble through her explanation.
“I told you, Thesella. You don’t have to explain. The fault was-”
“I’m in love with you, Sebastian.” The words flew out of Thesella’s mouth before she could say anything else. “Sebastian, I know it’s sudden and my brother says that all nineteen-year olds like me are incurable romantics, but I can’t say anything else. You were the only one to make me feel confident and beautiful tonight. I know that it’s sudden and that you are below my rank but… I can’t help it. I love you, Sebastian.”
Sebastian held his jaw shut tight. He had never had a woman confess her love for him, much less a woman he had just met. Thesella did say she was nineteen, so Sebastian assumed that it was her youthful eagerness to fall in love. Young people had a tendency for being in love with the idea of being in love. They daydream about that warmth and passion that made their world bright. Being a demon, Sebastian had never felt that way. Demons left the feelings of love to humans; love was complex and draining. What demon in their soul hunting, blood lusting mind would want to be bothered with it?
“Thesella… your confession is sweet, but I’m afraid I cannot return your feelings,” Sebastian said, trying not to hurt her feelings.
“It’s because you are a butler and I’m a countess. That does pose as a problem, but I think we can work things out. We can’t do it here, though. I must return to the party.”
Sebastian agreed. The sooner he got out of that room the better. “Shall I call Caroline to help you dress?”
“No need. I would like you to help me.” Thesella discarded her bedsheet and revealed her naked figure to Sebastian. She drank into the sight of his amazed stare. “You can touch me if you want.”
“I don’t think that would be a good idea.”
“Then I will touch you.” Thesella reached out to caress Sebastian’s cheek. “So soft, it’s almost like touching velvet.”
“Thesella… you really ought to get dressed,” Sebastian insisted.
“And I will, but first there’s something I want to do.”
“Thesella, this child’s play must desist. Your guests are-”
Sebastian’s sentence was cut short when Thesella leaned in for a kiss. He had been so overcome by shock that it rendered him immobile. Thesella, on the other hand, had crawled into his lap and straddled him as she deepened the kiss. Her hands ran through his fine, raven black hair then down to his cheeks. Sebastian let his eyes shut and his arms encircle Thesella’s waist. It had been a while since his appetite had stirred; Thesella had awakened a hunger in him that had been dormant for some time. That hunger reflected in his eyes, which had shifted from red to purple. He could take Thesella now; have her and leave her. Thesella wouldn’t mind. Even now she was reaching to undo his tie and the buttons of his shirt. Why not answer her desires and take her? What was stopping him?
“Your master, that’s who’s stopping you.” Sebastian’s eyes snapped open. That was correct, Ciel was waiting for him to return, so were the other dinner guests. Sebastian’s hands clenched Thesella’s wrists as she reached for the third button. “We can’t. Your guests are waiting.”
“Oh, fine. But my love, tell me when we can meet again. I have to see you.”
“Thesella…”
“Please, Sebastian. Just name the time and I will be there. Ciel can’t need you all of the time.”
Sebastian sighed; the girl wouldn’t give up, but she was right. Ciel went to be around eleven at night and slept through until morning. Sebastian could get away but only to tell her that this silly romance couldn’t be. “I will come to you tonight around midnight. Leave your bedroom window open and I will come to you.”
“Thank you. Oh, Sebastian thank you.” Thesella pressed her lips against his for one more kiss. “Will you help me into my dress? It’s the white one there.”
Thesella moved off of Sebastian’s lap and went to get her corset and underskirt. She could get through the night knowing that when the guests were gone and the lights had been turned off, Sebastian would come to her. She could have twirled and sang at the thought, but instead she shimmied into her corset and underskirt. Sebastian had laced her tightly, then helped her into her whit gown.
“How do I look?” Thesella twirled around for Sebastian. The gown was long sleeved and lined with black velvet. The sweetheart neckline had been adorned with a black ribbon. Several words came to mind when Sebastian glanced at her. Breathtaking, fantastic, brilliant, beautiful, gorgeous, enchanting, but he said none of them.
“You look well.”
Thesella giggled. “You’re too shy to tell me I’m beautiful. That’s okay, I don’t mind.”
“Enough games. Your guests are waiting.” Sebastian opened her room door for Thesella. “My lady.”
Thesella crossed the floor to Sebastian and offered her hand to Sebastian. “Escort me.”
Sebastian took Thesella’s hand for a kiss then tucked it into the crook of his arm. “My lady. Let us leave.”
“Yes, my love.”
Thank you for reading. It's a bit slow but I'm asking for your patience. It's my first time.
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