Short Lemons

Sebastian Michaelis×Reader(female)

You entered your manor and received the mail from your butler. It was laid neatly on a metal tray, you scoop all the four envelopes in one elegant motion. You dismiss your butler and walk to your office room where you sit down to open and read the correspondence. The first envelope you ignore, as it is from the largest annoyance in your lovely life: the person that is fighting an unwritten war against you for the boss' best treatment. When you see the seal for the last one however, you drop the others and open it immediately, not even bothering to use your fine, swan shaped silver letter opener. It reads:

Madame [Reader],

It has been requested by Earl Ciel Phantomhive that you report yourself to the Phantomhive manor in three days time. His reasons are not yet knowledge of mine, he only asks for your presence as of now.

Sebastian

You drop everything and call your butler and you tell him to pack bags for you and to prepare a chariot to the Phantomhive Manor. He has it ready in under five minutes, as expected from one of the very few demon butlers out there. The carriage is ready so you set about for the short trip to the manor. When you finally arrive, you are dropped of at the entrance of the manor, where the Phantomhive butler, Sebastian greets you. You are led by him to your room, which already contains all the bags your butler packed. Sebastian then tells you in his deep smooth voice, "My Earl Ciel is not currently here, but as the butler of this manor, it is my duty to keep you entertained." He approached you endearingly and placed his gloved hands on your shoulders. You attempt to resist at first and make an excuse, but it is shut down by Sebastian's firm yet soft voice, "Lousy excuse. My lord Ciel will not be informed of what I am about to do. Even if he were to find out, I am doing my job. Well now. Let's get to it then." He leads you to your bedroom bed and begins to take off your layers of clothing, one by one, the butterflies in your stomach growing as you feel his warm touch get closer to you after each layer is shed. You open your mouth to say something, but he immediately places his forefinger on your lips and simply says, "There won't be talking tonight. This will be quiet entertainment." Sebastian walked to the wardrobe, opened it, reached inside of it and pulled out a kit of restraints. You opened your mouth to object, but he quickly covered it with his free hand. Once he was convinced that you would consent, he returned his attention to the kit and pulled out flat leather ropes. He pushed you against one of your bed's posts, lifted your ams above your head and tied them like that to the post with one of the ropes. The other he tied around your ankles. He rubbed his hand around your naked body, his lips and tongue inside of your mouth. His warm touch felt amazing as it moved smoothly towards your breasts. His hands encased them completely now, his thumbs rubbing on your nipples softly, the rest of his hand squeezing loosely. He breaks his face away from yours and licks continuously downward, his hands have let go of you, and have been replaced by his tongue and lips. His right hand is now on your front, his left on your back cheeks, cupping them tightly. He pulls a bottle of lube out of the kit, which happens to be conveniently placed next to him, and puts some on his forefinger and middle finger. Using their slickness to intrude you very lightly, only up to his first finger joints. His tongue and lips are nibbling and licking furiously at the tips of your breasts, his fingers inside of you, and his spare hand and fingers intruding your closed cheeks slowly but surely. His fingers intrude further, in an upward position, wriggling about lightly, but increasing in intensity, same with the other places he's working on. All your glory spots were being stimulated, his fingers were now completely inside of you, hitting the g spot, his thumb rubbing gently on your clit. His efficient technique caused you to approach your climax quicker than anyone else ever had. You feel like you're in the clouds because of how good he is, but the restraints don't allow you to shatter and fall, they force you to continue, and make you want more and faster. His hand is working furiously on your hole and clit, the other hand now rubbing on the space between your anal entrance and your front one. His soft, yet hard hands drive you to your climax, he somehow feels the buildup of tension inside of you and pulls his fingers out, just in time to receive your squirt, which he kneels down, and opens his mouth, most of it landing inside of his mouth and tongue. Some leaks out of you, he licks around your area of orgasm and collects every last drop of it. You moan the whole time, and wrap your arms around him once he removes the restraints. You kiss him for what seems like ages when he finally breaks it, says "You should get some rest milady. I hope that I fulfilled my job well." He got dressed in his butler uniform again and exited the room, shutting the door behind him.

What does Ciel want? You don't care anymore, the butler had exceeded his job of entertainment.