Warnings: This part: Dubcon (possibly noncon), breathplay, frottage, marking, slavery, bondage, gagging, sensory deprivation, orgasm denial/delay, I believe that's it, let me know If I've forgotten anything
A/N: So, as you may have noticed, I deleted the last chapter. I had been getting very frustrated with my inability to write the smut and had so much written that happens later on in the story that I just decided to skip essentially all my character development, or fleshing out of characters (which is a bad thing that you should never do) so I could get to what I had written. That was wrong and makes for a bad story, so I deleted that and went back to the grindstone and here we have SMUT, and angst, and set-up to the plot, so, yeah. I hope you like this new chapter three.
A/N2: Most of what was in the last update that I cut will still happen, so maybe think of that as more of a preview of what's to come. And if you didn't read it, then you get to be surprised. Yay!
A/N3: Sorry, guys I put up the wrong chapter. Here is the actual update for this story.
Word Count: ~3,000
Kurt was silent and unmoving. Just sitting there, watching Blaine's tense muscles, waiting for them to slowly relax. Blaine would have thought he'd left if it weren't for the fact that he could still feel his weight dipping the bed by his feet.
Blaine's breath was quick, heart pounding rapidly in his ears as he strained uselessly to hear Kurt.
"Master?" he begged quietly.
Kurt didn't respond.
"M-master, please," he whimpered, "I-I just… touch me, please. Do something, anything."
Kurt's only reply was to put a soothing hand on Blaine's knee, thumb rubbing gently against his inner thigh. Blaine breathed deeply through his nose, concentrating on the feeling of the prince's fingertips against his skin, grounding him, calming him.
"Can I gag you too, beautiful?"
Blaine swallowed hard, nodding timidly, "Y-yes, Master."
The bed dipped as Kurt got up, but he left a hand on Blaine's body, dragging it up his side as he walked. Blaine shivered, tensing when Kurt's hand finally left him. He could hear Kurt digging around in the drawer beside him, humming to himself. "Aha!" he exclaimed and Blaine jumped, "perfect."
The prince's fingers pressed into Blaine's jaw, forcing the slave to open his mouth and then he was pushing a gag past his teeth. Blaine had never actually had a cock in his mouth before, but was certain this felt like one. Soft, rubbery plastic forming the head and rigid veins.
"This will help you learn to deepthroat as well," Kurt said and Blaine felt the tip nudge the back of his throat. He sputtered for a second and Kurt pulled it out a bit, Blaine catching his breath before Kurt pushed it back in. Blaine held his jaw open wide, his tongue flicking around the length, trying to find a way to rest comfortably as Kurt strapped it behind his head.
The prince stroked his jaw gently, pressing a sweet kiss to Blaine's cheek. "How do you feel, pet?"
Blaine's brow furrowed and he made a questioning noise in the back of his throat. Kurt laughed, high and lilting. "Are you comfortable?" Kurt reworded his question. Blaine nodded slightly and Kurt smiled, swinging a leg over his chest so he was straddling him. He didn't rest his weight on the slave, just the sides of his legs pressing into him as a constant presence and then he sat. Blaine swallowed, mouth still working around the phallic gag in his mouth and then Kurt reached up gently, threading his fingers through Blaine's soft curls.
"I like these," he commented, twirling a strand around his finger, "they're fun to play with… I want you to grow them out some more." Blaine hummed in what he hoped Kurt would take as a 'yes, Master'. "They'll also make it easier for me to fuck your face." Blaine shuddered, not sure how he felt about that.
He scratched gently at Blaine's scalp, testing different ways to make Blaine let out those contented little sounds. Blaine quickly fell lax against his bonds, eyes shut beneath the blindfold, relaxed enough to almost fall asleep. Suddenly Kurt tugged his hair, it wasn't particularly painful but he still yelped in surprise. Kurt liked that reaction and pulled with more strength. Blaine moaned deeply as Kurt used his hair to force his head back, exposing his throat.
The prince ran his fingertips over the vulnerable skin and Blaine tensed and squirmed, the light pressure tickling. He grunted around the gag as the prince continued the assault on his neck. Suddenly there was a finger pressing hard against his trachea, Blaine's whole body tensed as he lost his ability to breath and he started thrashing and bucking desperately, trying to get Kurt off. Kurt let go and Blaine took in a deep breath through his nose, trembling underneath Kurt's legs. Was the prince trying to kill him?
Kurt went back to playing with his hair as Blaine calmed but the adrenaline was still pumping through his veins. "Breathe, relax," Kurt commanded, wrapping his fingers around Blaine's throat. Blaine shook his head furiously, ready to fight again but Kurt just left his hand there. "Shh, it's okay. I shouldn't have tried that without warning you. We're going to do it again, just relax, let go, I won't hurt you."
Blaine didn't know if he believed that but he wasn't really in a position to deny Kurt. The prince slowly added pressure, the web of his hand pressing against Blaine's adam's apple. Blaine's heart rate accelerated as his body tensed, ready to fight him off again. Kurt was breathing deeply above him, Blaine wondered if he was doing it so he could hear him and tried to emulate with his own breathing, until his airway was entirely blocked.
Every nerve was on edge, Blaine's jaw working around the gag in his mouth for a gasp of air, nostrils flaring. It was the most terrifying thing he'd ever been through, knowing that Kurt could very well kill him, by accident or on purpose, and he couldn't do anything (hadn't done anything) to stop him.
Kurt let up a little and Blaine took in a deep breath of relief, his lungs burning. Kurt gave him a few minutes, stroking his jaw and petting his hair, praising him (though Blaine was having trouble figuring out what for) and then he was pressing down again.
Kurt did this a few more times, each time increasing how long he cut off Blaine's air, his fingers stroking Blaine's curls through it all. He whispered soothing praises, dropping small kisses on his forehead until Blaine finally stopped fighting and panicking. Each time when Blaine's lungs would start to burn too much, his body quivering with the need to breathe, Kurt would let up, allowing him those few precious breaths of air before starting again.
"Such a good boy," Kurt purred, his face close to Blaine's, listening to the wheezing noises he was making as he struggled for breath, "My beautiful good boy."
Blaine fought the urge to panic, every instinct still screaming at him to fight against Kurt. But with that enunciated 'my' it hit; Kurt was in control of everything. His weight was pressing Blaine into the bed. His gag was keeping him from speaking. His knots trapping Blaine's hands. His fingers controlling Blaine's most simple of body functions.
Kurt owned him. Kurt wouldn't hurt him, he wasn't trying to hurt him. Blaine still wasn't sure about being Kurt's slave. He'd accepted the fact that Kurt owned him, but not everything that came with it. He couldn't go through this being terrified every time Kurt tried something new. He had to believe that Kurt wouldn't hurt him, that he was safe, no matter how he felt.
Blaine barely registered Kurt unlatching the gag and pulling it out of his mouth to allow him to breathe fully and the blindfold being tugged from his eyes. His mind was fuzzy from what he assumed was lack of oxygen, and his thoughts were slow. He felt like he was drifting as Kurt cupped his cheeks, stroking his skin and pressing soft kisses across his face. Slowly a question made it's way through the fog.
"How are you, beautiful?"
Blaine blinked at the prince sluggishly, a small smile tugging on his lips, "'m great," he mumbled.
Kurt's grin was blinding as he leaned down and captured Blaine's lips in an oddly chaste kiss. No teeth, no tongue, just lips moving against each other languidly. "I'm going to explore you some more, okay, gorgeous?" he mumbled against the slave's lips, their foreheads pressed together.
"Yes, Master," Blaine breathed.
Kurt smiled, kissing him once more before sliding down his body so he was straddling his hips. He slid his hands down Blaine's chest, feeling the strong muscles of his pecs and teasing his nipples gently. Blaine moaned, arching into his hands as he rolled the small nubs between his fingers. He leaned down, teasing along his pecs with his tongue, feeling the muscle tense every time he would near his nipple and then relax when he twirled away from it again.
Blaine pulled in a sharp gasp when Kurt's mouth finally closed around the sensitive nub, sucking gently on it. Blaine whined, high and breathy, his hips canting up with each flick of Kurt's tongue. "You're sensitive here," Kurt mumbled, his hot breath sending shivers down Blaine's spine, "I wonder what would happen if I did this—" he bit down rather harshly on the peaked nipple and Blaine cried out, gripping the ties binding his hands for support.
"M-master," Blaine gasped out, "please, please, please."
"What do you want, beautiful?," Kurt muttered, following the same teasing pattern around Blaine's other nipple.
"F-fuck me," he whimpered, shivering as Kurt stopped just short of the place he wanted him to put his mouth, biting and sucking a bruise into the top of his pec.
"No, no, no," Kurt sang, "I'm not even halfway down your body yet, pet. This is your punishment, remember? You made me wait, so now you must wait, understand?"
"Master," Blaine whined and Kurt slapped his chest harshly.
"Understand?" he repeated.
Blaine sobbed but nodded, "Y-yes, Master."
"Good boy," Kurt purred, his hands snaking up to Blaine's armpits. He wiggled his fingers, tickling him ruthlessly. Blaine bucked and squealed, sounds that only got higher when Kurt moved down to his ribs.
"Master-master," Blaine shouted through his bouts of laughter, "can't… can't breathe," he cried.
"No, breathplay was earlier," Kurt commented but stopped tickling the slave, "but now I know you're ticklish."
Blaine pouted, "You're mean," he said.
Kurt shrugged, "That's true and you should get used to it. I like to tickle and you're in a prime position to be my victim."
"That's abuse of power!" Blaine argued.
"Nothing is abuse of power, pet. I own you," Blaine shivered at the sudden possessive tone in Kurt's voice, "and I'm the prince. I'm essentially a spoiled brat who has no friends," he shrugged and Blaine's brow furrowed. No friends? But— "So you are my entertainment and that means I get to do this—" he attacked Blaine's ribs again, wiggling his fingers against the sensitive skin.
Blaine squealed and kicked, his thoughts about Kurt's comments forgotten for the moment. "No-no more!" he gasped, twisting fruitfully under the prince.
"I could do this all night, gorgeous," Kurt teased.
"No-no, please," Blaine giggled when Kurt's fingers circled his belly button, "stop, no!" His laughter broke off into a moan when Kurt suddenly rocked his hips against Blaine's, the tickling taking a back seat to the sudden friction against his aching cock.
"Like that?" Kurt muttered, stilling his hands and thrusting again. Blaine threw his head back into the pillow, letting out a long, drawn-out moan. "Answer me," he ordered, swatting Blaine's stomach.
"Y-yes, Master," Blaine whimpered, canting his hips up to match Kurt's each time.
"Do you think you can come just from this?"
Blaine nodded, "Yeah-yes, Master."
"Remember to ask permission," Kurt warned, speeding up his thrusts, flattening his palms out on Blaine's chest for support as he ground against him. Blaine whined and pulled at his restraints, wanting to touch so badly.
It felt like a ridiculously short time to Blaine before he was panting out, "C-can I come, Master?"
"No," Kurt said, but continued his thrusting.
"M-master, please, please, I'm so close," Blaine squeezed his eyes shut, toes curling desperately.
"How close?"
Blaine didn't respond, biting his lip so hard he was almost drawing blood.
"How close?" Kurt repeated, the next rock of his hips was harder and Blaine mewled quietly, "Describe how you feel."
"I-I—oh—I feel, like, like I'm on f-fire, and—jesus—my c-co-cock," Blaine blushed brightly at the word, "hurts, it's, it's beg-begging for release, please, Mas-master, please, let me come."
Kurt contemplated his options, let Blaine come or torment him some more and fuck him. Blaine was utterly debauched, hickeys adorning his neck and upper chest, bruises forming around his throat from Kurt's hand. Kurt's plan for tonight was to make Blaine his. Make it so everyone else could see and so that Blaine would never think of leaving him alone. So far he'd done that pretty well. The slave had even slipped into what seemed like a light subspace during the choking, something Kurt had never thought would happen… he was his, body and mind.
"Come," Kurt growled and Blaine did, body arching off the bed, hands gripping the ties around them and hanging on for dear life as he spurted across his stomach, mouth open in a silent cry of pleasure.
Kurt scrambled up Blaine's body till he was kneeling over his head, "Open your mouth," he ordered and Blaine did so without question in his sleepy, sated state. Kurt jerked himself fiercely, chasing the waves of pleasure until he was coming, long white stripes falling across Blaine's face, falling into his mouth and sticking in those mile long eyelashes.
Blaine jumped slightly at the feeling, his eyes closing tighter as he concentrated hard on not closing his mouth, though the bitter taste of Kurt's come made him desperate to swallow.
Kurt panted above him reaching out to gently massage his release into the slave's skin, before scooping the rest onto his fingers and pushing it into Blaine's mouth.
"Suck," he ordered, breathless.
Blaine did as he was told, brow crinkling and still not sure about the taste. He swallowed finally and Kurt pulled his fingers out with a lewd pop, leaning over and pressing his tongue into Blaine's mouth. Blaine moaned as he realized Kurt was trying taste himself, devouring Blaine's lips before pulling back and resting his forehead against the slave's.
"Your turn to clean up," Kurt mumbled, rolling off of Blaine.
Blaine bit his lip, "…Um."
Kurt looked over at him, brow furrowed until he saw his hands still bound to the headboard. He groaned, pushing himself up to untie him and then collapsing back onto his pillows. Blaine rolled his shoulders and massaged the feeling back into his hands before slowly standing and crossing to the bathroom. He washed his face in the sink, taking a second to marvel at Kurt's work, gingerly pressing the finger shaped bruises forming on his neck.
Kurt was snoring gently when Blaine entered again having wiped off as much come and sweat from his body as he could. He slowly ran the washcloth over the prince's body and Kurt twitched back awake as Blaine wiped gently at his flaccid cock, he didn't spend much time there, knowing it was over-sensitive when Kurt let out of mewl of discomfort. He wiped down his chest and neck, dabbing at his sweaty forehead before scampering off to put the towel in the hamper, knowing the prince would be angry if it even touched his carpet.
Blaine crawled into bed with him again, curling into Kurt's side when the prince wrapped his arms around him. Kurt stroked his hair gently, humming a quiet tune to him. Blaine almost drifted off to sleep when he sat up suddenly.
"Pet?" Kurt questioned propping himself up on his elbows, "Is something wrong?"
"N-no, nothing. I just remembered I had a question for you," a few, actually, but he didn't add that.
"Shoot," Kurt shrugged, collapsing back on the bed again and closing his eyes.
Blaine pursed his lips. His first question was simple, but he kind of hope Kurt would actually look at him. "Will I be sleeping in here every night?"
"I don't see why not," he said, "my bed is more comfortable than the ones in the slave quarters."
Blaine nodded, "Of course, Master."
Blaine bit his lip, scared of his next question. Kurt opened his eyes when the slave didn't curl into his side again.
"Was there something else, pet?"
Blaine swallowed and nodded, "I-I'm sorry if this is out of line but… earlier you said you have no friends—"
Kurt's eyes narrowed, "I didn't say that."
"Yeah," Blaine mumbled, "you did. I was just… you're the prince. Why don't you have any friends? I'm a slave and I—"
"I have friends," Kurt said sharply.
"Then why did you say you didn't?"
Kurt's nostrils flared, "I didn't say that," he repeated.
"I'm not deaf, Kurt," Blaine snapped, frustrated, then froze, "I-I mean, Master." He shrunk back at the dark look in Kurt's eyes. "I-I-I'm sorry, I just… I know what I heard and… if you really had friends, good, close friends, you wouldn't have said you didn't, even if it was a mistake. I'm not judging, I was just curious," Blaine shrugged, ducking his head.
Kurt took a deep calming breath, closing his eyes, "It's fine, beautiful," he said, slowly.
"You didn't answer my—"
"We're not talking about this," Kurt hissed, his tone leaving no room for argument.
Blaine swallowed the urge to push him and nodded, "Yes, Master." He laid back down at Kurt's side and his arms slowly wrapped around him, his muscles tense. Blaine tried to sleep, but he couldn't keep the thoughts off the lonely prince out of his mind.
The entire time they'd been at the party no one had actually approached him, except for Carmichael. It had been his party and yet he had sat at the back, watching the festivities rather than joining in. Was that how it always was? The perfect little prince who sat in the corner by himself while all the noblemen and women chatted with his father and each other. Did he exclude himself of purpose? Or did they ignore him?
Blaine wrapped an arm around Kurt's waist, hugging him tight and dropping a small kiss onto his chest. "I'm your friend," he whispered and Kurt tensed under him, but didn't reply.
