There was no impatience in Blaine as he made his way to the playroom on slightly wobbly knees. He had suppressed his need for this for so long because he didn't want to pressure Kurt into anything he did not feel ready for. Now, he knew he would be given what he needed. He was in no hurry.
Still, he took care not to make Kurt wait as he undressed, carefully folding his clothes before putting them on a chair to the side.
Kurt had not said how he should wait, so when Blaine had finished undressing, he knelt down on the playroom floor. As always, the position helped calm him; he already felt his mind slipping into that feeling of complete calm and relaxation he had missed over the last few weeks. He was ready for anything Kurt decided to do.
When he felt Kurt's hand in his hair, he sighed and closed his eyes.
…...
"Lie down on the bed, face down," Kurt said softly. No spanking bench today, nothing to remind them of last time, but the truth was, Kurt felt good about this. He could feel that Blaine was ready for this – more, needed it, and miraculously, he himself did too.
Blaine obeyed without hesitation, and Kurt sat down on the bed beside him, stroked his back and kissed him.
"Do you want me to restrain you or do you want to keep still by yourself?"
Blaine didn't answer, just shook his head a little, and Kurt understood that he didn't want to make any decisions.
"You'll get the cuffs," he decided, "so you'll be completely in my power. There's nothing you can do to influence what I'm doing to you – except one thing. Tell me your safewords."
"Red and yellow, Sir," Blaine said softly, his eyes still closed.
"Use them if you need to," Kurt said, praying silently that this time, he would. Then he stood up and tied Blaine's hands and feet to the bed. He took his time with each tie, hoping to make Blaine feel how helpless he was and how owned.
The flogger was next. He had chosen a heavy one this time, one he knew Blaine liked and would hopefully react well to. Slowly letting the tails of the flogger trail over Blaine's back, he carefully watched for any negative reaction, but the short gasp he heard sounded anything but negative, and he could see the rest of the tension leave Blaine's body.
With a deep breath, he lifted the flogger and brought it down again, not too hard at first, but so that Blaine would definitely feel it. He went with regular figure-eight moves across Blaine's ass and upper back, slowly increasing the intensity, but never varying the rhythm.
He kept a close eye on Blaine's reactions the whole time, but saw nothing that indicated distress. One thing, though, he didn't like: Blaine didn't make any sounds. He was controlling himself, when the goal was to make him let go completely.
"Don't try to keep quiet," he instructed. "I want to hear all your sounds."
…...
Blaine was lost in sound and feeling. The sound the flogger made when it sped through the air, the puff of air he felt cool on his skin shortly before the flogger hit, the thud when it landed on his body. The pain. Nothing overwhelming yet, but he knew it would be. He looked forward to the pain being so strong it would be on the verge of too much, when he would hopefully be able to lose himself completely.
For something was missing. Something kept him in his body, and though it wasn't like last time, when he hadn't been able to let go at all, he wanted more. He wanted everything to go away, just for a little while, and it would, if only...
It wasn't until Kurt told him not to hold back that he realized he had been doing exactly that, that he had kept his movements and the sounds he made under control. It took a conscious decision to stop doing that, but then...then he was beyond any decision. There was nothing there but him and Kurt and the flogger, and pleasure and pain... He moved the way he wanted to, as far as he was able to with the bonds, he didn't know if it was towards the flogger or away from it, it didn't matter...He made little noises, whimpers and moans and gasps and pleas that ended up in nothing, that were not really words at all...he could hear them, but he didn't really link them to himself. All he could feel was the storm building inside him, made of sounds and feeling and pain, that needed release...
And then he screamed. There were no words in it, it didn't even sound human anymore, and he was right on the precipice of something, something...He fell.
And then he flew.
He came back to Kurt rubbing something wonderfully cooling on his back. He had been floating quietly, happily, for he didn't know how long, but it was good, too, to come back. When Kurt was holding him and looking at him with a gentle smile, there was no place he'd rather be.
"Welcome back, sweetheart," Kurt said, taking him in his arms. Blaine smiled at him, tired but happy, and then, to his surprise, he started to cry.
They were tears of utter exhaustion, relief, and happiness, and Kurt seemed to take them as such, not asking any questions, but drawing him into his lap and rocking gently until, at length, his tears subsided.
"Thank you, Sir. Just...I worked so hard..."
"I know, sweetheart," Kurt said and laid him down on the bed, stroking his hair. "Sleep. You earned it."
…...
Kurt smiled as he closed his eyes. It had been good. He had known the exact moment when Blaine surrendered completely, and had kept him flying for a good time, adjusting the strokes of the flogger so that the intensity stayed the same on Blaine's sensitized skin.
Lying there, with Blaine in his arms, he felt the best he had in a long time. He was back. He could do it. They would be fine.
When they woke, it was late morning. As usual, Kurt woke earlier but went back to bed after showering and brushing his teeth. He took Blaine in his arms and slowly stroked his back until he felt him stir.
"Sir," Blaine said and smiled sleepily, and Kurt looked at him and pulled him closer.
"You're still so subby, aren't you?" he asked. He was a little hoarse, too, from all the screaming.
Blaine nodded. "I kind of expect Mistress Santana to show up again today."
Kurt laughed and shook his head. "I told everyone we were not to be disturbed. There will be no unannounced visitors this weekend."
His mind went to what he could do with a subby Blaine in bed on a Saturday morning, especially since he had practically been hard since he had tied Blaine to the bed yesterday evening. He hadn't wanted to do anything about it, because it probably would have pulled Blaine out of the deep sub space he had been in, but now...He began to absentmindedly tweak and pinch Blaine's nipples as he thought about what he wanted to do, but to his surprise, Blaine took the initiative.
"Sir?" he asked, somewhat hesitantly, and Kurt could hear that his touch had not left him unaffected. "Can I ask you something?"
"Of course," Kurt said, giving one nipple a particularly hard pinch that made Blaine gasp.
"Um...if you – that is, I mean -"
"Blaine. Talk."
Blaine nodded and took a deep breath. "I wondered why, if you like to occasionally bottom, you don't just order me to top at these times."
"Oh." Kurt stopped touching Blaine's chest and instead took his hands. "I tend to...sometimes bottoming makes me feel vulnerable. It's hard for me to ask for it. It's...I think I kind of see it as a paradox. I'd order you to make me feel vulnerable. I can't really wrap my head around it, so I tend to avoid it." Then he grinned and let his hands wander back to Blaine's chest.
"But that is actually an excellent idea."
He drew back the blankets to look at Blaine's cock, which was rapidly growing thanks to the attention Kurt paid to Blaine's nipples. He took it in his hand and pumped it a few times, making Blaine moan.
"Your part is simple. You just lie back and let me do all the work. But if you move, even a little, I stop at once and you won't come until at least tonight. Understood?"
Blaine gulped. "Yes, Sir."
Kurt smiled and kissed him passionately for a while. Blaine kissed back but managed to keep still otherwise, though he started to moan into Kurt's mouth as if to make up for the lack of movement. Then Kurt knelt above him with his back turned and began to prep himself. He fingered himself slowly, teasing for a moment to give Blaine a show, and as he turned his head to look at him, he saw that Blaine was watching with wide eyes.
When he was sufficiently prepared, he turned back again and watched Blaine's face as he let himself slowly sink down on his cock.
He began to slowly move up and down and moaned as he felt Blaine's length move inside him. Blaine had squeezed his eyes shut, his hands tightly gripped the sheets, and he murmured, "Oh my god, oh my god," repeatedly as Kurt rode him. He held on for a long time, but when Kurt sped up his movements as he felt his orgasm draw closer, Blaine couldn't seem to help himself and bucked his hips, thrusting up into Kurt.
It took all he had to stop his movements and ignore his body's cry for release as he climbed down from Blaine and stood beside the bed, but Blaine's reaction was worth it.
"No, please," he cried, bucking up into thin air. "Don't stop, Sir, please, I'm sorry..."
"I told you what would happen, pet," Kurt said, making his voice hard. "It's a pity, though; I was quite enjoying myself. But now I think you should go take a shower so you can start making breakfast."
Blaine didn't obey immediately, but stayed on the bed and took some deep breaths. Then he stood up slowly, carefully, as if every movement could be too much for his rigid cock, and moved towards the bathroom.
Kurt smacked his butt to speed him up, but instead of walking faster, Blaine stood and grabbed the door frame. Intrigued, Kurt spanked him again, a little harder, and Blaine groaned.
"Please, Sir -" he whimpered. "Please..."
"You know," Kurt said, "I remember saying you won't come until tonight. I never said I wouldn't. Come here and suck me."
Blaine turned, took a step, then fell to his knees and, with a sob that sounded almost painful, came untouched.