We walked into my bedroom and he took off my towel and he touched my side with his gloveless hand. When did he take that off...? And when his hand move off of me I saw his mark just above my hip.
I look up at him and nod at him to start dressing me.
After I put on my underwear, he grabs the corset, that hellish contraption.
"Alright, young mistress. Can you turn around and hold into the bed frame?"
I nod dreading what is about to happen.
To distract myself, I look at the clock, it read three after six. I sighed knowing how early I have to wake up. Ciel gets up at seven, because it doesn't take as long to get ready.
"Three....two..." He pulled the strings. "One"
"God..." I look behind me and glare at him. He has laughter in his eyes.
"Sorry, Young Mistress."
"No you're not."