Checking his schedule, Sebastian leans against the desk and takes a bite of his apple. He flips the page and smiles.

"Penny for your thoughts?"

He looks up and smiles at the receptionist. "I've got a good schedule the next few days." He winks and tells her goodbye, walking off munching on his apple.

That afternoon he walks upstairs, getting to the door and saying his prayer before opening it and going in to see Matt.

Matt's kneeling in the middle of the room, playing with his phone and texting to keep him distracted while he waits for Sebastian to show. As soon as he hears the door he tosses the phone into his bag and waits.

Entering, Sebastian smiles. "Hello Matt. How are you today?" He moves to the man and runs his fingers through the soft hair.

Matt purrs and grins, leaning into Sebastian's hand. "Mmm, great now. You?"

"I am quite well thank you, but let's hear a bit more 'Sir', yes?" Sebastian says, scratching across Matt’s scalp lightly.

Matt's eyes flutter and he nods, curling closer. His eyes start to glaze as he falls. "Yes, Sir. Glad to hear you're good, Sir."

"Very good," Sebastian says walks to a large wing back chair and sits. He opens the bag and pulls out a perfect shiny red apple and a knife. "Come here good boy."

Matt crawls over to Sebastian, having not being told otherwise, and settles at his Dom's feet. "Yes, Sir."

"Do you like apple Matt?" Sebastian asks even as he cuts a sliver off and holds it out to the man, touching his lips with the sweet fruit.

Matt's lips part and takes the slice, sucking Sebastian's fingers clean as he pulls away. He nods as he chews on the piece with a smile.

Cutting another piece, Sebastian feeds Matt, watching him for a few moments. Finally he cuts a slice and pushes the knife into the crisp fruit before holding it out.

Matt eats the next slice, keeping his eyes on Sebastian. He takes the apple on instinct, holding it until his Sir tells him what to do with it.

"Chew," Sebastian says, holding the knife down, drawing the back of the blade over Matt's chin.

Matt slowly chews on the apple, his breath speeding up as he does.

Cutting another piece, Sebastian holds it out, eyes locked on Matt. "More?"

Matt nods just slightly, his mouth opening for the apple while he waits, hopes, for the knife.

Placing the piece on Matt's tongue, Sebastian carefully places the tip to Matt's chin.

Matt shivers and slowly starts chewing the piece, being careful to not do anything too quickly.

"Undress and go to the restraint table," Sebastian says. "Lay on your back."

Matt swallows and nods, pulling off the lounge pants. He walks over to the table and lies down.

Sebastian watches and then finishes the apple, cutting it into small pieces and chewing thoroughly, letting Matt lay on the table and wait. Standing Sebastian goes to the sink and washes his hands, drying them and then picking up the kit containing his knives.

Matt closes his eyes, taking deep breaths to control his body. He hopes Sebastian won't actually restrain him, but at the same time, wants it, which surprises him.

At the table, Sebastian runs his fingers down Matt's body and then takes his hand. Guiding it to one of the leather loops set into the table he smiles. "You will hold on, both sides. You will not let go. Do you understand?"

Matt nods and shifts his hands to get the best grip. "Yes, Sir."

"Good," Sebastian nods. "Tell me your safeword,” he says as he tears open an antiseptic packet and wipes it across Matt’s chest.

"Cheese." Matt relaxes, smiling up at Sebastian.

Sebastian picks up one of the knives from the kit. "You will be still. You may speak, or make sounds, but if you move I will stop." He lays the flat of the cold blade against Matt’s nipple.

Matt gasps softly at the cold. "Yes, Sir. No moving, Sir."

"Good boy," Sebastian says and turns the blade up, dull side to Matt and he drags it slowly down from the base of his throat to his stomach.

Matt whimpers softly, wanting to feel the blade rather than just the cool metal against his skin.

Turning the blade up a bit, Sebastian drags the tip under Matt's nipple, scratching up a red mark.

 Matt lets out a soft moan, falling towards subspace quicker than any other time with Sebastian.

"Good boy," Sebastian murmurs. "Very still." He turns the blade over and makes a tiny cut across the scratch, a tiny well of blood showing.

Matt dug his nails into the cuffs. "Ohgod..."

"Very still," Sebastian says softly and makes a second cut. He turns the knife again, scratching a line under the other nipple.

"S-still, Sir. So good, Sir." He's still too in touch with the outside world, just waiting for the cut that's going to toss him over the edge.

Turning the knife once more, Sebastian leans over and cuts across the scratch, watching as the skin dimples and then the scalpel sharp blade slices through.

That does it. Matt's flying away, the blade and blood seeping out the only thing on his mind.

"Beautiful," Sebastian croons and makes another cut over the scratch. He lays the knife down and looks at the fine cuts, the blood welling, the skin perfectly split. "Very beautiful. Matt, look at me," he says, standing next to Matt’s head and looking down at him.

It takes effort for Matt to follow Sebastian's voice and look at him, pupils blown and floating somewhere in subspace nowhere near reality.

"Hello," Sebastian says softly. "Are you okay?"

"Amazing, Sir."

"One more, then we clean you up," Sebastian picks up another knife, one with a sharp tip. He uses it to make three small cuts half an inch long side by side on Matt's stomach.

Matt moans and mewls out, "Sir," repeatedly, gasping and clinging to the cuffs. He wants more, much more.

"You take a blade very well," Sebastian says, sitting the knife to the side. He picks up a small bottle of antiseptic, wets a piece of gauze and rubs it across one of the cuts.

Matt smiles at the praise and relaxes against the board while the cuts are cleaned. "Thank you, Sir."

"You did very well," Sebastian says and leans to kiss Matt.

Matt kisses Sebastian back eagerly, his world narrowing down to the other man.

Pulling back, Sebastian smiles. "Let me clean you up."

"Yes, Sir." Matt smiles back, still completely disconnected from reality.

Sebastian cleans the cuts, using liquid skin on two of them and a small bandage on the last one. "Go to the couch."

Matt releases the cuffs and stumbles as he tries to get up, taking a long moment to get his balance. Once he can stand straight, he moves over to the couch, collapsing.

Sebastian stands near Matt, watching to see if he needs help and then when Matt sits he goes to the refrigerator and brings him back a water. "Here sweet boy, drink."

Matt takes the water slowly so he doesn't drop it. "Thank you, Sir."

"You've been a very good boy Matt," Sebastian says and pets the man's hair.

Matt leans into Sebastian's hand, smiling as he sips his water. "I'm glad I can make Sir happy."

Sebastian smiles. "Rest and then we can see what else you can do to make Sir happy."