#claudefaustusxreader

You watched the man in front of you warily, your hands above your head, cuffed in chains. He held a whip in his hand, which was not the one that you were used to. 

As a servant girl, you were used to being cruelly whipped by your master, whom you were owned by. Every mistake you made was paid by a few lashes and some spilt blood. Your master loved using it on you, loved hearing your sounds of pain. 

But recently, he had hired two new hands, both male, and both rather handsome. It seemed that now, he had put Sebastian in charge of your punishment. 

But the whip in Sebastian's' hands was thinner and seemed to be missing the barbed tip that the other, thicker one had. 

He had not hit you yet, had not laid a hand upon you. He was surveying you with pretty amber eyes, his long black hair hanging in front of his face. He was no longer wearing his butler uniform, but rather a black buttoned up shirt that he'd rolled up to his elbows, along with black slacks. 

"Strange choice of punishment kitten." Sebastian finally spoke, prowling around you like he was eyeing you for a meal. You knew you were trembling and he was savoring that. 

Was this another part of your punishment? The waiting. The anticipation. Unknowing when he was going to strike. Wondering how hard it was going to hit. 

Sebastian came closer and he reached out, running his fingers across your bare stomach. You hated being so exposed like this, but it was different somehow. Master always looked at you like a piece of meat, like one of the whores he would hire down in darkest corners of London. But Sebastian. . . he looked at you like a prize and you felt something pleasing in your chest. 

"Do you think you deserved to be punished?" He drew out the syllables on the last word, hissing the word into your ear. Something seemed to flutter in your chest. 

"Yes sir." You whispered. Did he think you were stupid? Did he think you would beg him not to punish you? You weren't stupid. You would deal with your punishment and get back to your job and try to be perfect. 

"Really?" He asked, walking around you again. "And what did you do to deserve this whipping?" 

He was playing games with you and it made you tingly. 

"Master said-" 

You gasped slightly as he grabbed your cheek. His hand was cool, yet somewhat soft. "What did you do?" He asked again. 

It had been stupid, really. Master had asked you to go and get the red wine. Vintage from 1578. You'd gone down, making sure to grab exactly what he had asked for. Except when you came up, he said it was the wrong brand and made a fool of you in front of his guests, pouring the perfectly good wine on top of your head so that the liquid poured down your body. 

Your clothes, which were also thin and revealing to begin with, became even more so, the entire room laughing as he threw the bottle at your feet, telling you to go and get the right one. 

Claude- the other butler that had been hired four months before Sebastian- was already in the wine cellar, handing you the bottle with a serious look on his face. After that, Master had ordered you into the room and now, you were here. 

You reiterated that quickly and quietly to Sebastian, wondering why he didn't just get on with the punishment. 

"Well that hardly sounds fair." Sebastian said, a thoughtful look on his face now. Before you knew what was happening, your wrists were free and you had fallen to your knees, catching yourself on your hands. You looked up at him in shock. 

He knelt down, the butt of his whip under your chin, tilting your head up. "Mark my words kitten. This tool in my hands gives great pleasure. . . when you ask. Only when you beg, will I use this on you." 

He stood up, your chin dropping, and he stalked from the room. 

Claude slid from the shadows, holding a new dress in his arms for you. You scrambled to your feet, shaking. You looked at Claude. "He- he didn't punish- Master will-" 

"-Not know." Claude said firmly, holding the dress out. "Now come to your senses. There is still work to be done." 

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Sebastian seemed to be making an effort to get you riled up throughout the rest of the week. Suggestive comments, teasing touches that were disguised as innocent helping hands, and worst (or best?) of all that nickname- kitten. 

You were aching hollowly for something from him, though you never said so. Even as you dripped for him, you kept an air of someone who wanted nothing to do with him, even going as far as to ignore him, whereas before you had been courteously polite. 

Claude seemed to be a silent supporter, a buffer for you when Sebastian became to much. Part of you appreciated it, knowing someone was there to keep things from escalating. Other times, you wished he hadn't, so that Sebastian could fuck you against the wall. 

You were at the end of your tether, sure that one of these days, he was going to make you snap and you'd screw up something important for Master. 

At the moment, you were in the study room with Master, waiting on him hand and foot. He was making notes on the piece of parchment in front of him while you waited in the corner of the room, standing perfectly still. 

"Kitten." 

You yelped, spinning, but there was no one behind you, though you felt a chill as though the wind had been blowing in the room. 

"Y/N!" Master snapped and you spun around again to face him, pale faced. 

"Sorry Master. I- I thought someone was behind me." You stuttered, resuming your still position, heart beating in your chest. 

There was no way for Sebastian to have been behind you. He hadn't entered the room- or exited it- nor had he come in any other way. Not to mention, your back was pretty much to the oak wall. In fact, you put your back against it now to reassure yourself that there was nothing there. 

After Master dismissed you, you hurried away to the kitchen to find something to eat, but slowed as you saw that the door to your punishment room was open, revealing nothing besides the red carpet that went over the stone floor, the rest hidden in darkness as no lights were on in there. 

The door was always closed, so for it to be open was plain suspicious. You hurried over to close it, before hesitating, flicking the light on and stepping inside. Looking around, nothing was out of place and there wasn't a soul in sight. 

You turned and screamed, Sebastian standing in front of you though you hadn't felt him behind you, nor heard him approach. 

Your back hit the wall, his hand clamped over your mouth, stifling the scream. Your heart thudded heavily in your chest as he smirked down at you. Your scream ran out and you struggled under him, while he back off slowly, though not giving you much space. 

"What a curious room to find you in kitten." He purred, running his tongue along the bottom of his lip. 

"Please." You begged, closing your eyes just in case he was going to reject you. You did not normally give in to such men but you had been wound up to much. You needed something or you were going to explode. 

"Oh kitten, I've been waiting so long for you to beg." Sebastian murmured, his lips suddenly touching your collarbone. You opened her eyes to watch him run his tongue up your throat. You whimpered, flinching a little as he bit into your skin, before sucking it into a possessive hickey. 

"What's going on?" You jumped as Claude's voice cut through the room. His tone had an edge of disapproval in it, his eyes taking in your cornered form. 

"Well my little plaything has asked so nicely to be whipped. Perhaps you would like to join in." Sebastian smirked. 

You let out a little gasp as there were suddenly chains in his hands and his body was positioned an inch further away from you. But that wasn't possible. How had he moved so fast? 

Claude closed the door while Sebastian locked the chains around your wrists, stringing your arms up towards the ceiling. Claude walked over and as Sebastian moved back over to the cupboard, he cupped your jaw. 

"Are you sure you want this?" His thumb ran across your cheek, before he ran his pointer finger against your lips. Your lips parted, your tongue flicking out to lick his fingers. He smirked just the slightest and murmured, "Verbal answer Kit." 

"Yes sir." You murmured.

"I already told you she wanted it." Sebastian said in the slightest of annoyed voices. You jumped, arms jerking against the cold metal. Claude placed his hands on your hips, steadying you and gave Sebastian an equally annoyed look. 

"You haven't even informed her on what you are. You should give her the courtesy of that before you scare her." 

Sebastian's eyes seemed to turn red as he looked at you and smirked. "We're demons kitten." 

You were trembling, suddenly wondering if this was a good idea. But then you thought of how he'd been working you up all week. 

"I don't care." You whispered. 

Sebastian smirked, moving forwards, ripping your maid uniform from your body. You let out a squeak, legs clapping together on instinct to cover yourself. Sebastian made a tsking sound, kneeling before you, attaching chains to your ankles, before connecting the ends to the walls, spreading your legs a little more than shoulder width apart. They were loose though, giving you some moving room. 

"Would you like to do the honors first?" Sebastian asked, holding the whip you'd seen last week, out to Claude. 

Claude silently took the whip, but did nothing yet. Instead, he walked around you, his hand running across your skin. You couldn't watch him, so you watched Sebastian instead. He was standing a few paces away from you, his thumb against his lips. His eyes were scanning you and when he met your eyes, his lips pursed into a dark grin. 

"Relax." Claude murmured against your shoulder. He stepped back and you took a deep breath, closing your eyes. You heard the whoosh before you felt it and you waited, expecting the pain. But when it hit, it was different than you were expecting. 

There was still pain, of course there was, you had just been hit. Yet, there was some sort of pleasure that came with it. A powerful clench of arousal hit you in the lower region. These feelings intensified as Claude continued to whip you. The sting was never overbearing, not like when master whipped you. Instead, it seemed to burn you, leaving hot trails across your skin. 

Sebastian finally walked forwards, standing in front of you. His lips traveled across your skin again, while his fingers found their way to your folds. You let out a mixed sound of a sigh and a moan as he slid two fingers into your cunt. 

"I told you it would feel good." Sebastian smirked against your skin before getting to his knees again. 

Claude whipped you again at the same time Sebastian stuck his face between your legs, his tongue intruding your cunt with his fingers. You let out a gasp, pussy clenching again. Claude ran a hand across your shoulder blades, gently soothing the spots he'd whipped. 

Claude whipped you across the cheeks, which made you jump forwards, pushing your cunt more against Sebastian's face. The movement didn't even jolt him. He simply gripped your thighs, his tongue and fingers moving even faster. 

Claude moved in front of you now, flicking the black whip at the edges of your breasts. You let out a tiny shriek as the tip of the whip caught your nipple. Your eyes watered and your cunt clenched once more before you were cumming on Sebastian's tongue. 

Sebastian sucked on your clit, tongue lapping up your sweet juices. He'd been slipping nectar powder into all of your drinks for the past two months in hopes that he would be able to get this chance. Now, it was paying off. 

Sebastian stood, keeping eye contact with you as he wiped the corner of his lip, before sucking on his thumb. You whimpered, unable to look away. 

He took the whip from Claude, immediately whipping you across the stomach. Like with Claude's, there was a mix of pain and pleasure. Sebastian was using a lot more of the actual whip than the tip of it, like Claude had. There was a difference with Sebastian's like they felt. . . heavier? Different pleasures, but neither of them unpleasant. 

Sebastian slowly moved behind your body and Claude moved in front of you. 

"Sir, will you please fuck me?" You asked softly, looking into Claude's amber eyes, body lurching forwards again as Sebastian flicked the leather against the back of your legs. 

"Well since you asked so nicely." Claude murmured, slowly removing his vest, unbuttoning his white shirt. You were nearly salivating as he removed his shirt, seeing the glorious body underneath. It was fit and slim and once he had pulled his cock out from his slacks, you thought perhaps they weren't demons at all- but gods. 

He stroked himself a couple of times, before he pushed up into you, matching the flick of the whip across your cheeks again. You let out another cry, tears gathering in your eyes once more. Claude pressed the lightest of kisses against your lips, before moving his lips across your skin like Sebastian had. 

He bit into your skin as Sebastian started to whip you faster, matching the speed of Claude's thrusts. You whimpered, biting into your bottom lip. Then his tongue licked over the bite slowly, thrusting particularly hard into you. 

"You're doing so good kitten." Sebastian's voice whispered across the back of your neck, while his hand cupped your chin, tilting your head back so that he could bite into your bottom lip, sucking on it. 

You whined, feeling strangely like jelly between the two of them. Your legs were shaking, the only thing really keeping your from collapsing being the chains holding you up. Then Sebastian whipped you again, Claude hit a sweet spot inside of you, and your knees gave out completely. Claude's arms wrapped around you, holding you up so you didn't hurt your wrists. 

Sebastian unchained you and Claude pulled you into his arms as you sighed in relief, both of your releases still dripping down your thigh. 

"Good girl." Claude murmured softly, gathering you up completely in his arms. He addressed Sebastian, "I'll take her down to our quarters. You should deal with the master." 

Sebastian nodded seriously, before smirking and leaning close to your ear, "You're ours kitten. Forever."