—close it.

your voice didn’t need to be loud. just the tone. he moved instantly, shutting the door behind you. his steps were silent, feline, like everything he did. but tonight… he wasn’t the one in control.

you sat at the edge of his bed, crossing your legs slowly. you looked up at him, scanning him from head to toe like you were deciding whether he was even worth your time. he noticed. and his jaw tensed.

perfect.

—undress. in front of me.

not a shouted command. a velvet trap. and he… fell for it.

slowly, methodically, he began removing each piece of clothing. the coat, the vest, the perfectly starched shirt. his gloves, his pants, all placed down in silence. when he was completely naked, his hands returned to their place behind his back, as if it gave him some illusion of control.

you stood. walked toward him. your fingers drew a slow line down his chest, lower, barely brushing.

—look at you. the perfect butler. and your cock’s already hard just from me looking at you. how pathetic.

his breath shook, just slightly. but enough.

—are you going to say something?

—no, my lady.

—good. learn to speak only when i let you.

you moved behind him, pulled a black tie from your pocket, and bound his wrists tightly. his arms now tense behind him. helpless. perfect.

—on the bed. on your knees. hands tied behind you.

he hesitated for a split second. glorious.

when he obeyed, you sat at the edge of the bed, your legs parted, his face between them. but you didn’t let him touch. you just watched him, playing with his hair, gently at first.

—you’re going to obey everything i say tonight. no complaining. no begging. no cumming.

he looked up.

—not even if you command it?

a laugh escaped you—low, cutting.

—how cute. you think you deserve that.

you grabbed his face and pressed it softly against your clothed center. he inhaled your scent. closed his eyes.

—i wonder, sebastian… how many times have you touched yourself thinking about this? kneeling, bound, face so close to my body you don’t know if it’s desire or punishment?

his cheek tensed against your thigh.

—never without your permission…

—oh, you adorable liar.

you yanked his hair hard enough to make him gasp against you.

—you’re going to prove your obedience now.

you pushed him onto the bed, on his back. arms still bound beneath him. his cock, hard, flushed, vulnerable.

you knelt beside his thigh and touched him. slow. soft. so soft it made him tremble.

and you stopped.

—want me to keep going?

—yes, my lady.

your tongue traced his abdomen. slow circles. you breathed against the base of his cock, without touching.

—beg better. like what you are. a desperate pet.

—please, my lady… i need your mouth. i don’t deserve anything, but… please…

a sharp slap on his thigh.

—that’s better. but you still haven’t said what you are.

—i’m yours. i’m your toy. your servant. whatever you want. only yours.

you took his cock in your hand, slowly stroking him. up and down. the exact rhythm to make his breath catch. as his body tensed, you let go.

and looked him dead in the eye.

—no.

—please…

another slap. harder.

—don’t tell me what to do.

you repeated the game. touching. teasing. licking the tip. pulling back. his muscles tensed. his breath broke. again. again. soft moans. bitten-back gasps.

and nothing.

—tell me, sebastian. how long can you take this? will you cum just from my words if i keep going?

—no… not without your permission…

—then listen closely: you’re not going to cum tonight. not a single drop. not even if you cry. not even if you kneel and beg with a broken voice. understand?

his body shook.

—yes… my lady.

—say thank you.

—thank you… for not letting me cum.

—that’s obedience.

you climbed over him without letting him inside. grinding against him, wet through your clothes, tormenting him. his hips lifted into you. desperate.

and still… you didn’t give it to him.

not tonight.

when you left him there, hard, trembling, panting without release, you kissed his cheek.

—tomorrow, if you behave, i’ll let you lick me. if you do well… maybe i’ll let you cum next week.

he closed his eyes.

wrecked.

obedient.

-

The small space with ‘privacy’ behind Sebastian’s ‘shop’ with the thin curtain and a makeshift bed with some…kinda blankets and pillows made a semi nice spot for this. Sebastian had lazily flopped onto his bed, gesturing for you to follow, the mattress dipped under his weight, once you joined you were pressed against him having slid against him since there wasn’t much space there.

“Aww, can’t keep away from me?” He teased, gently pulling you towards his chest. He was grinning, seemingly happy with your closeness. “Now, how are you going to start? I don’t have candles to set the mood or flowers-“

You lightly slap him and laugh. “Ah yes, because death’s door step right outside this room is so sexy…” You roll your eyes, you grin playfully. “Well I mean if you wanted to make it romantic, taking me out to dinner would have been nice.”

Sebastian laughed and his grin widened. “Oh, I could still do that…” He sat upright and lightly grabbed his cocks, that must have peeked out while you two were chatting. He strokes himself enough for his cocks to drool a bit. “There’s plenty for you to enjoy~”

He purred out, lightly rutting into his own hands. You roll your eyes. “Fish on a first date? Not my cup of tea.” You said with a laugh. “After being in this site for so long, I think I would rather have anything else.”

You push away his hands, lightly nudging his cocks together before you take them in one hand, pumping them lazily. Sebastian whined, huffing as you took your sweet time spreading his pre over his cocks to make movements easier.

Once they were to a slickness you approved of, you took one cock into your mouth, only letting the tip in, your hands both pumped his other cock while you barely sucked his larger cock. You hummed around the tip, on instinct Sebastian tried to shove your head down but you resisted.

“Come on, at least do it right,“ He protested, though it quickly died in his throat upon your teeth squeezing his cockhead. He let out a low groan, letting go of your hair. “Fine…go slow…”

He grumbled out, letting your tongue teasingly, lightly rub his sensitive tip. He loosely grabbed his base, stroking the shaft as you barely stimulate the tip. Your strokes were sluggish at best on his other cock, leaving him frustrated.

He didn’t even try to match you pace, instead favoring to stroke himself at a sloppy quick pace. “For the love of…let me stroke the other one if you’re gonna tease me…” He growled out in frustration, you could taste his pre building up.

Swallowing it you decide to indulge him if only briefly, you move away, nudging his hand aside you quickly stroke both his cocks, pressing them together as you stroke him. You lean forwards, flicking your tongue over the tips, earning a deep moan from Sebastian.

He tried to even his breathing as your pace sped up, he bucked against your hands, his arousals drooling in your hands. Sebastian let out a low groan as you stroked them faster the closer he got to his release. Right as he feels himself about to cum in your hands on in your face, you without warning let go of his cocks, crawling atop of him and sitting in his lap, completely ignoring his throbbing cocks.

You stopped him as he tried to take care of his arousals himself. “What are you..?” He asked, hissing a bit as you deny him any friction. You shush him as he’s about to speak.

“Not yet, that was way too fast.” You comment, taking off your clothes, using his pre cum as lube you spread it over his cocks, taking the smaller one, you line it to your pussy, sinning down onto him. Sebastian gasped, clawing at your hips as your wet heat squeezes him.

He pulled you against himself, hips bucking as you slowly bounced on his cock, you took his other cock into your free hand and begin stroking him again. He gasped, tail smacking something out of your sight.

“Fuck…feels like you’re trying to crush my dick.” He groaned out, both his cocks trembling. You don’t have to ride him for long to feel him trembling as he nears his peak again.

You raise your hips just enough for his cock to nearly slip out of you before you slam back down, your hips stilling and hand stops stroking him. Sebastian growled in frustration, nearly bucking you off of himself as he squirmed under you, desperately trying to get some friction.

He but his lip looking to where your bodies meet, he can still feel your heat squeezing him. Sebastian hissed, looking to you hopefully. “Please? We can do the teasing afterwards, just…move! Hell, I’ll eat you out afterwards just let me cum in you!”

He cried out in frustration, his claws digging into the mattress as he tries to avoid clawing up your hips. He practically purrs as you start moving again. He bucks his hips to meet your pace, his free cock slapping against your thigh with each thrust, you reach down, adjusting it and pressing it against your clit, giving yourself some more stimulation.

Sebastian mewled at the added stimulation you inadvertently gave him. He trembled as his sensitive appendages were both being stimulated too quickly for him to last much longer. But again, as he was about to cum, you stopped completely, squeezing his free cock roughly.

Sebastian whined loudly, a weak attempt at a growl was all the protest he gave before he pulled you close, burying his head in your chest. “P-please just let me cum! It hurts! You already have me so hard please, please just let me cum!”

His whines got louder the longer you waited, you paused as you felt a wetness against your chest, you gently push him back into his back, raising an eyebrow as you see his eyes tearing up. He was crying.

“You’re getting all worked up because I’m not letting you cum? C’mon, you’re a big boy, you can handle waiting, can’t you?” You ask, leaning down to give him a kiss.

Sebastian shook his head, gently squeezing your hip, before he could say anything, you cut him off with a kiss as you began riding him again.

His knees just gone. Giving out. Sllllowly sliding down onto the floor, knees hitting the hardwood—normally, you'd have a pillow or cushion for him, he's too old to go bone to wood, but he wants it, he needs it right now. The contact. The immediacy. With his forehead against your chest and then dragging down your stomach, he's hiding his handsome face against your hip, burying himself, shutting his eyes, disappearing his crows feet and laugh lines and everything that reminds you just how much he holds in his hands, how much he controls, how—

“You finished with everything?”

Sluggishly, barely moving, he nods, fingers releasing his work bag, letting it be shoved aside.

“Good,” you thread your fingers through his thick, greying hair. “That's good, baby.”

And he, just, exhales. Everything. There go all the thoughts about work, about his fellow faculty members, about his students, about anything but this. Right here. Right now.

You want him here.

Only here.

Now.

“You're so good,” you fist your hand in the thick hair at the back of his head, tugging just barely. Not hurting him, not at all, only making your presence known. A little pressure, probably right where he wants it, relieving one of those all-too-common tension headaches he gets. “And since you're done with everything…”

You trail off, knowing just how he'll react—knowing and waiting for him to stare up at you, eyes already gone hazy and unfocused.

He does.

He stares, eyes glazed and mouth static, resting lazily, slightly open. He is a picture. For as hard as he works, years of practice allow him to play hard, too. He is so delightfully, erotically well-versed in the art of surrender.

“Uh-huh?” He mouths, nearly silent.

“You deserve to relax, honey." Your fingertips press against his scalp, massaging him, watching his eyes satisfyingly start to roll. "You stay right here. Don't move. I'm gonna go get your key,” you can't help but smirk, breaking your calm, cool dominance with just an edge of cruelty; fucking sue you, you enjoy knowing half of what makes the bulge in his well-ironed slacks as opposed to what all the students who lust over him think. “And we'll take you out, how's that sound?”

Wordlessly, already going non-verbal and sweet, sliding fast, Sebastian shudders. His pink tongue flicks out, over his lips.

“Hmm?” You prompt.

He nods.

Not a yes or no question, but you enjoy the answer regardless. That sounds like yes. He's so easy. It's cute.

“You didn't even hear the rest of it, baby,” you chuckle, dark and rich, just teasing. Always teasing. Fingers tracing the shell of his ear, pressing into the prominent bone behind it, you fucking enjoy the way he leans into your touch. Needy like a cat—history with its owner well-established, knowing exactly what's coming, where they'll scratch. “You don't need to hear the rest of it.” You tell him. You don't ask. “You just want it. All of it. Anything and everything.”

His lips quiver, “uh-huh.”

“I know. I know. I wanna tell you, though." You press your thumb to his sweet, sweet mouth, surrounded by greyed stubble. "Look at that handsome face. I wanna see your face.”

“O-okay,” his cheeks flush, burning, obviously struggling not to push back into your upper thigh, hiding himself away under the praise.

“I'm gonna unlock you," you explain, teeth sharp in your speech. You can't help wanting to devour him with a spoon. "I'll be nice, you deserve it. I won't even wait until you're as hard and aching in your cage as you get—even though you do look fucking incredible when you get there. You know that, don't you?” You squish his dimpled chin between your fingers and thumb. He pouts. Fuck. “You get all teary-eyed, red in the face, and you squirm so much. You look desperate. Like you'd do anything to get out but more to stay in. I know how much you like your cage.”

He whimpers.

“But, I won't do that.” You could laugh, maybe moan, at the way his face changes. Heartbroken and yet drooling for more, hanging on your every word. It's heady. “I'm not gonna make you hurt like that... I'm gonna take your cock out and I'm gonna put you over the fucking bench, right here, right where you come home every day, right where you bend over to take off your shoes, right where anyone could knock and walk right in and see you—your slacks and underwear down to your ankles, your shirt pushed up, your freed cock dripping over the leather cushion, fighting not to squirm too much and make a mess. You wouldn't do that.”

He whimpers, just barely. Of course. He doesn't want to be in the way, he doesn't want to be messy, he wants to be good. He wants it so bad it hurts. He wants it to hurt, too. He wants so much. He's so greedy, still seeking any sensation after decades of curating his tastes. You love it.

“You wanna be good. You want to take it when I spank your pretty ass red, don't you.”

“Yes.” His voice has gone hoarse with desire, urgently answering your rhetorical inquiry.

“You wanna take hit after hit until you just can't stand it—until you're so sure you're gonna cum just from the pleasure of my hand on your ass, you haven't gotten to cum all week after all.” You have to bite your lip. You can't not. God. “You're so sensitive, all revved up, poor sub. You just can't stop yourself.”

You lean down, closer, rubbing his back, whispering, “you won't see it coming when I spread you open and spit on your hole. You won't even fucking know what's hit you when I smack your used, stretched open hole—” his cock being caged, his orgasms being denied, has never stopped you from fucking his hole “—and get lower and lower and lower, until I hit your poor, neglected cock.”

He moans.

And suddenly, you stiffly grip the back of his neck, scruffing him, “and you're gonna cum so hard the neighbors will hear you scream.” You rattle him with the grip you have on his neck, voice inagruable to soft, contrasting just to drive him crazy, “maybe they'll come knocking after all, hmm?”

Sebastian stares up at you, eyes completely glazed over, cock exactly as aching and hard in it's confines as you said you wouldn't let it get, oops, as his soft, open lips shape, “yuh-yeah, yes, please. Please.”