Well. That was … unexpected.
And hot, too. Kurt had to grip the edge of the counter so hard it cut into his skin to avoid following Blaine's example and coming on the spot.
"Oh my God," Blaine whispered, and Kurt turned his attention back to his sub, who was kneeling on the floor, looking utterly stunned.
"I'm so sorry, Sir," Blaine said, looking up at Kurt. "I don't know how that happened."
"I guess you got a little overwhelmed," Kurt said.
Blaine nodded. "Do you...do you want me to get the crop?"
Kurt pretended to think as he wandered around Blaine, admiring the still visible marks from yesterday's flogging.
"No," he said finally, dragging his finger down the most pronounced mark. "I think we should come up with a punishment that's a little more...creative."
He pointed at the drying semen on the floor. "Clean that up and then go take a shower. Be quick."
When Blaine was gone, he grabbed a few things from a cabinet, then lay down on the bed and lazily stroked his cock to uphold his erection. He still had plans for it.
A moan came from the doorway, and Kurt looked up and saw Blaine, naked and still wet at places, watching him with open mouth and wide eyes. He looked about ready to go again, and Kurt smiled. He planned to keep Blaine in a constant state of sexual arousal and frustration over the weekend, so he really liked that look.
He looked at his cell phone on the nightstand, then stood up. "It's 10.15 on Saturday morning. Until 10.15 on Sunday night, you will not come. And to ensure your obedience, you will wear this."
Quickly and efficiently, he locked Blaine's cock in a chastity cage. Blaine looked down on himself and whimpered, the look in his eyes getting a little desperate.
"You will be available for me at any time. Whenever I want to fuck either your mouth or your ass, I will. Get on your hands and knees."
He lubed up two fingers and pushed them into Blaine, who moaned and let himself fall forward, pushing his ass against Kurt's fingers. He prepared him quickly and not too thoroughly – he didn't want to hurt Blaine, but he did want him to feel it and hopefully, if Kurt had the stamina, be sore by tomorrow evening. Sore and desperate. It was a punishment, after all, but he also had the feeling that Blaine needed this – needed to be reclaimed, so to speak.
He certainly needed to reclaim Blaine.
He lubed up his cock and pushed into Blaine with one quick stroke, moaning. This would be over fast, and for once, it didn't matter.
…...
Blaine braced himself on the floor for leverage as Kurt fucked him hard and fast. He was still sensitive, the fucking almost too much, but Kurt didn't consider this, but took him solely for his own pleasure. And Blaine loved it. He was panting, babbling words even he couldn't make sense of and even though he had just come (which had gotten him into his current predicament), he wanted – he felt like he needed – to come again. He wouldn't, though. Not until tomorrow night, when the chastity would come off and he would probably explode if Kurt looked at him the right way. His cock was as hard as it could get in that thing, always trying to get harder, causing discomfort that almost verged on pain. His balls ached, felt as if they were about to burst. And he loved it, because he was suffering for Kurt, for Kurt's pleasure.
He dimly felt Kurt pulsing inside him, and then winced with the loss when Kurt pulled out and collapsed beside him. But soon Kurt was up again, and Blaine was gently cleaned with a warm, wet cloth and then groaned in surprise as his hole was filled with something cold and metallic.
"Butt plug," Kurt explained. "It'll keep me in you, and it'll keep you open for my convenience."
Not trusting his voice, Blaine nodded, resigned to his fate.
As Kurt helped him lay down on the bed and then held him in his arms and stroked his hair and his back until Blaine felt all tired and fuzzy, he briefly wondered what Tina would say if she could see him like that. Well-fucked, full of come, but unsatisfied, aching, and yet still content. Naked except for contraptions she probably wouldn't even have a name for. Welts on his back, and looking forward to a weekend where he would be nothing but Kurt's plaything.
What if he told her, I'm happiest when I'm on my knees before him, when I don't have to think about anything except to serve him, to please him? When I'm his in every way?
He had had a long time to come to terms with his nature. Nothing in him said this is weird anymore, like it used to. But it still seemed funny to him sometimes that there were parts of him that even his closest friends knew nothing about.
He smiled, and when Kurt asked him why, he smiled wider, and then he slept.
…...
Kurt left Blaine soundly sleeping and went to prepare some cold lunch they could eat later. He was tempted to go online and look for apartments, but he wouldn't do it. Blaine hadn't even said yes to moving in together, and he would definitely want a say in the apartment they would choose if he did. Kurt hoped he would. It might be early for them, there might be issues with the way their dynamics would have to work around a new living situation, but he didn't doubt they would make it. But he would not help his case by choosing an apartment without Blaine. This was one of the big things Blaine would want to decide together with him, so they would.
It wasn't like he had nothing else to do.
Christmas was coming fast, as usual, but fortunately he already had a present for Blaine that just needed some final preparations. The first week of the new year, there was a fashion conference in Paris, and he planned to take Blaine and make a week-long vacation out of it. The conference wouldn't take too much time, and they would have the opportunity to go sightseeing and...do other things.
There was a club, Le Feu, that he had been introduced to while interning in Paris his junior year of college. It had been an overwhelming experience for a young, inexperienced Dom, as this club kicked everything up a notch from what he was used to at Defiance. It was not how he wanted to play every day, and a pretty far cry from the way his relationship with Blaine was going. But for once or twice during a vacation it would be fun.
There were a few things left that had to be planned. So, for about an hour, he looked around the internet for romantic dinners and spa offerings – they would play hard in the club, but that didn't mean there wasn't room for some romance.
After that, he went to check on Blaine, and as he saw he was gently rutting against the mattress in his sleep, he grinned. Firmly turning his mind away from candlelight, wine and rose petal-covered bath water, he opened his pants and went to straddle Blaine.
When Blaine sleepily opened his eyes, Kurt pulled out his cock and said,
"Your mouth this time, I think."
He wasn't hard, but a few strokes on his cock while Blaine watched soon fixed that. He looked at Blaine, who was getting flushed and winced a little with discomfort as, Kurt supposed, his cock tried to get hard in the cage but couldn't.
"Open, please," Kurt said and nudged Blaine's chin with his cock. Blaine moaned and opened his mouth, and Kurt pushed in and let Blaine coax him into full hardness with his lips and his clever tongue. Then he knelt up and started fucking Blaine's mouth for some time. It hadn't been that long since he last came, and he wasn't sixteen anymore, but the situation – using Blaine while he could do nothing about it and was getting more and more turned on and desperate – was so hot it didn't take too long till he came in hot spurts into Blaine's mouth.
Afterwards, he took a little time to recover and then kissed Blaine, tasting himself on his tongue. Blaine clung to him while they kissed, not holding anything back even though anything remotely arousing must be torture to him. It was beautiful.
"Go get dressed, pet," he ordered and smacked Blaine's ass, deliberately hitting the plug as he did.
"Sir, please," Blaine pleaded. "Don't tease me."
Kurt shook his head. "This is punishment, pet. I will tease you as much as I like, but I'm not without mercy. I will leave you alone while we eat, and after that, we're going for a walk, where my opportunities to tease you will be limited."
"I'm sure you'll think of something, Sir," Blaine said and went to get dressed. When he came back, Kurt noticed with amusement that he had chosen what must be the loosest pair of pants he possessed.
He kept his promise and didn't tease during lunch, but after, he traced the outline of the cock cage through Blaine's pants and then felt for the plug, jostling it a little.
"Just making sure everything's where it belongs," he said when Blaine whimpered. "Now put on your coat, it's cold outside."
It was a clear, beautiful day. Every now and then, Kurt put his gloved hand on the small of Blaine's back, subtly guiding him as they walked. The first time he did this, he thought he heard Blaine's breath hitch, but thought nothing of it until a little later, as he steered him around a corner, he heard Blaine moan.
"Pet?" he asked, slightly worried.
Blaine exhaled shakily. "Turns out you don't have to do a lot to tease me today, Sir. I've noticed...like when you texted me when I was out with my friends the day you collared me, or what you did that day with Tina, and even now, just feeling you guide me like this with me wearing...you know...I find I really like it when you Dominate me in public."
"Oh," Kurt said, grinning. "I like this. Maybe we can play with it a little, another day, when you're allowed to come."
Blaine groaned. "Don't remind me I'm not allowed to come. I'm so turned on right now, Sir, you wouldn't believe it."
"Good," Kurt said, looked around to make sure they weren't seen, and then let his hand slide down slowly towards Blaine's ass.
They were chilled through when they got home, so Kurt decided to make some hot chocolate for them to drink while they cuddled together under a blanket and got warm. They sat there for some time, watching the room slowly get dark, but finally, when Kurt was finished drinking and his legs had thawed, he stood up and opened his pants.
"Lose the clothes, pet," he instructed, "then bend over the couch."