The Phantomhive Manor was bustling with the ostentatious gentry that you had no mind for. You don’t recall the occasion that Lord Phantomhive had in mind when planning a ball, but you and your master, Lady Francesca, received an invitation two evenings ago inviting you to dress up for the night and dance. Of course, as the rules of the bourgeoisie imply, you show up to every party that you are invited to, whether or not you, one, know the host/hostess, and/or two, care to go to parties. You simply minded your own business and dressed your Lady up for the event.
You watched her twirl around with Lord Phantomhive, then with Earl Trancy, then with one man after another. Her soft mint-colored dress flowed in the bright lights as she danced around, as gay as a schoolgirl. You stood on the outskirt of the dance floor, eyeing everyone in the crowd particularly, just waiting for someone to jump out and ruin something. Glancing around, you noticed Sebastian and Claude awkwardly standing next to each other, fighting back the urge to rip each others’ throats out, you’re sure. Sebastian’s genuine smile caught your eye, as you realized you were looking in their general direction for more than a few seconds. He excused himself from Claude, and walked slowly towards you.
“Good evening, Miss _____,” he said, bowing his head formally. “You look absolutely captivating.”
You smiled daintily, and replied with a warm “thank-you.”
“Would you care to take a quick tour of the manor, M’Lady? It would be my pleasure to show you what the Phantomhive estate entails.”
You studied his face, looking for a hint of playfulness, but to no avail. “Only if it troubles you not.”
He held out his arm for you to put yours under it. “Oh, but of course not.”
You obliged, and lightly slipped your arm under his. You caught a delightful whiff of his scent as he turned to show you up the grand staircase, which made your eyelashes flutter with clandestine excitement.
As he led you down the immeasurable hallway (which seemed never-ending, even to you, who took care of a mansion not much smaller than this), he pointed out the key rooms: the game room, sitting room, library, etc. Nearer to the end of the hallway (finally), he concluded by informing you that the rest of the rooms were merely empty bedrooms that are rarely used. He stopped walking, turned to face you, and switched arms to escort you with.
“What are your thoughts on this portion of the estate?” he asked softly, smiling at you.
“Breathtaking,” you responded candidly. “But why are there so many bedrooms if most of them go unused?”
He closed his eyes as that playful smirk you were looking for earlier creeped upon his pale lips. You figured you could predict his where his thoughts were heading, fortunately. You returned a sly half-smile.
He glanced over at you, his smile fading. “Well, you see, Miss _____,” he started, but you gently grabbed his wrist and pulled it up to your waist. You stood on your toes, and motioned for him to let you whisper in his ear. He lowered his head to meet yours, and as soon as you got the opportunity, you put your lips to his earlobe, and playfully nibbled at the skin.
He shuddered slightly, obviously taken aback from your unexpected gesture, but he didn’t pull away. He wrapped the arm you had in your possession fully around your waist and brought your body right up to his. Your lips parted from his ear and trailed down the small of his neck until you could feel him beginning to get erect; you couldn’t help but let a slight giggle slip past your teeth.
You gave him a slight push back until he got the idea—he yanked you back to the closest bedroom and escorted you into the room hastily. At first, you paid no mind to the interior of the room, but at second glance, you were left speechless. Burgundy curtains with gold trim, a comforter to match, all accompanied by the finest mahogany wardrobe, dresser, and vanity. How…sensual. You felt like royalty.
In your momentary sweep of the room, Sebastian had already began gingerly undoing the hook and eye clasps that held your dress together, then letting the outer layer of your dress fall to the floor silently. Next the corset, then the slip—your fingers pulsed with excitement. Now standing nude in front of him, you turned to face him. You felt him fighting the urge to marvel at your exposed skin; your silky skin, so fair and soft…it tempted him so.
You quickly reached up to his neck, undid his bowtie, and began at the button on his collar, then made your way down centimeters at a time. After managing to pull off his tailcoat and Oxford, you let your eyes scan over his pale, and surprisingly muscular build. You slid your fingertips down his torso, and unfastened the button to his pants as delicately as you could. You saw a smile flash upon his face.
The pants fell to the floor with a quick thwip; you looked up to him and his cheeky smile. Then, almost abruptly, he picked you up, throwing your legs around his abdomen and arms around his neck. You felt his firm member rub against your clit with every step he took towards the bed, and you rolled your eyes in pleasure. He leaned in to suck on one of your nipples while he continued to the magnificent bed.
When he reached the edge of the bed, he pulled away and bent down to slide you onto the silky sheets, then letting your arms fall above your head and your legs fall on either side of him. He traced his fingers up your inner thighs with one hand, and slipped off the remaining piece of undergarments from his body with the other. He lowered his head in between your legs and made a trail of kisses up to your entrance. You bit your lip, trying to hide the inaudible moan trapped in your throat. You grabbed and squeezed your breasts, almost to brace for what was to come.
You felt his tongue gliding along the length of your lips, only to then prod inside of you, making you tremble with pleasure. Ugh, you felt yourself getting wet; you knew it. He moved a hand up to your clit and began slowly rubbing it, then speeding up, making you wetter, more restless…You needed him inside of you…His eyes darted up to yours, but quickly fell back to the priority at hand.
Almost as if he read your mind, he raised his head and eyed you slyly, climbing on top of you with the most brazen smirk you’d seen on him. Now completely on top of you, he pried your hands from your breasts and pinned them back above your head. Keeping one hand firmly gripped on your wrists, he used the other to finger and, eventually, open your entrance. Not even a second later, you felt his length filling you, then slamming against your furthest wall, and that inaudible moan you tried to suppress could do nothing but escape helplessly. That smirk of his widened.
At this point, he didn’t even try to be gentle—he fucked you effortlessly, gliding in and out of you rapidly, giving you no time to catch your breath. You clenched your fists and tightened your wrists under his weight as he pumped into you. His thick cock hit your soft spot over and over again and again…ecstasy pulsed through you at every thrust.
You then felt him nibbling at your ear, and his warm breath tickled your senses. You were so overwhelmed with exhilaration that you felt yourself collapse and concede; you quickly reached your climax and were sure that you’d dirtied the beautiful satin comforter beneath you. One final and distinct moan emerged from your throat, and your body fell limp.
Shortly after, you felt him tense as he pulled away from the top of your neck. He emitted a low growl, then followed with a few slower thrusts, confirming that he had finished. Only after, you felt his warm liquid inside of you.
He slowly removed himself from you and held that impenetrable stare. His glittered a deep crimson, full of pleasure and satisfaction, and you returned the gaze with yours, feeling the same exhaustion and thrill. Thin strands of his black hair stuck to his temples as the smile on his face surfaced once more.
“I believe this concludes our tour of the Phantomhive Estate, Miss _____,” he murmured, his breathing heavy.
You gave him an earnest smile. “I do thank you for the pleasure of your company, Sebastian Michaelis. You keep this mansion in pristine condition.”
“A Phantomhive butler who couldn’t do that much isn’t worth his salt.”
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