Black Butler Corset Scene Novels & Stories

It should be illegal to look this nerve wrecking. The first three buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing a patch of clear slightly tanned skin. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up to his elbows, showing off the prominent veins that ran up his back hand. I felt the breath hitch in my wind pipes as our eyes met, his mesmerizing green stare made my cheeks flush and my knees go weak, it was like I was paralyzed as I stood there while his eyes still roamed me. "I don't think I've introduced myself. Damon Blackwood" his husky voice made my heart rate pick up. A smirk crawled unto his features as he stretched out a hand for me and I just stared in awe, his words sinking in.

The last thing she wanted was to leave any evidence of her filth on the plush white fabric. After glancing cautiously around the curtain, Sherry slipped into the floral dress left for her by the butler, Nickison. It was pale and delicate, adorned with flowers that danced across the fabric. The lace at her waist teased the curves of her body, and her fingers trembled as she fumbled to tie it. She spun slowly, allowing the lace to cinch her waist before tying a discreet knot, hiding it from view as if it were a secret.

Venus was grateful to the king that he had kept it between them for now. Prince Blackscale held Venus's hand gently as he guided Venus into the large throne room. Prince Blackscale wore a crimson red suit with a white shirt and a black vest in between it all. His horns were sharpened and polished to shine and his eyes defensively scanned the room. Venus had decided to match her husband by wearing a tight red dress that flowed on the bottom. Her long brown was loose all around her shoulders. A giant red necklace was held around her neck. As they walked up to the throne, Venus felt all the eyes in the room land on her. Scanning the room herself, she felt awkward and shy as she saw they, indeed

Dahlia Carrington ~•~ It turned out that the slutty set he had gotten for me wasn’t the main deal. It consisted of a pair of bra and panties as well as a top that ended just below my breasts and a mini skirt that had half of my ass out so that the panties were peaking out. They were all in pink and it made me feel like one of the Barbies; like a true doll. I was tempted to just take it off and tell Damon I wasn’t interested because I knew the implications of such clothing and I was still shy at heart but I waved it off. I owed him for that night and it was his birthday.

"I can't undo it." Silence. Then his gaze slowly dragged over the dress again. From the tight black fabric hugging my chest down to where it stopped scandalously high on my thighs. The look in his eyes darkened slightly, like he had finally decided he'd had enough of the fucking thing altogether. "Turn around," he said calmly. Heat crawled immediately through me again. Still, I obeyed, turning my back to him and gathering my hair over one shoulder, exposing the corset tied tightly along my spine.

Right now, she was scared of everything he might be up to and she tried to free herself with her fragile hands but it was nowhere near her escape. Black pinned caged her between his arms and he pinned her hands on top of her head, his hot breath pinning her in place. Her full breas* heaved up and down from the tight corset of the wedding dress. Black’s gaze lingered on that part for a second before averting his gaze back on her, his eyes morphing into a dark shade of lust. Daphne recognized the look but it scared her the more because it has never crossed Black’s cold eyes before.

And I want my Master to be able to be in charge of what happens there. Another quick check in the mirror… The chrome of the buckles is a nice counterpoint to the black of the corset. Pussy purrs, unfurling, beginning to flow… Red panties or black? I'm already wet for him… Let him see it… So… Red… The sliver of lace that passes for panties reveals, if not my All, then ninety-nine per cent of it.

He looked at me as though I was already an enemy, a possession, and a challenge all at once. “Welcome, Mrs. Moretti,” he drawled, extending the cup. I took it, swallowed it in one sharp tilt, dropped the empty glass onto the table beside him… then tore the slit of my gown with one swift movement. The silk ripped open, revealing the leather beneath... a black corset studded with silver, tight pants, and holsters strapped to my thighs. A woman ready for war, not marriage. The men gasped. A few whistled. Dante smirked.

I ask, holding up a pretty pink silk corset. It has two strips of black lace running down the front, either side of the eyelets, which are laced with black silk ribbon. “It goes with these” I add, showing him a tiny pink and black G-string. Instead of replying he growls, adjusting his crotch at the same time. “I think I might try these on” He growls again when I give him a flirtatious smile. I know I’m treading on thin ice, but I’m enjoying making him squirm.

The under-butler took a short run towards the third carriage and opened the door. A female stretched out a small ivory white-gloved hand and the under butler accepted it, before helping her out. The girl's appearance was so pleasing to the eyes that it was hard not to appreciate her good looks. Dressed in a vintage corset dress. Her blonde hair was styled in waves, bringing outward her facial features.