I'm sorry I didn't translate last chapter! Laisse-moi coucher means Let me sleep, and Rouge, Jaune and Vert are Red, Yellow, and Green.
Nothing this chapter, but I will take care to translate any French that might be in the next.
There were twenty-seven marks on Kurt's note pad, and twenty-seven hard, stinging slaps later, Blaine's ass was sore and red and he himself desperate to be fucked.
They had slept first, after all; after the flight and check-out and finding their hotel, they had been too exhausted to do anything else. Kurt, however, had torn the page with the marks out of the note pad, folded it and put it in his breast pocket, and the whole time, whatever they were doing, Blaine had found his gaze going back to that pocket and the piece of paper in it. Anticipation had kept him fidgety and excited, but as soon as he lay down on the bed in their hotel room, exhaustion had taken over and he had been contend to just close his eyes.
He had been woken by someone yanking down his boxers and a hand hitting his ass, hard, and when his sleepy mind had finally understood what was happening, he had moaned and pushed himself up in order to better offer his ass to Kurt's hand.
Twenty-seven was perhaps not that much - Kurt seldom made him count, and Blaine definitely preferred to lose himself in the feeling to the point where he was certainly not aware of the number of smacks he was receiving, so it was definitely possible he had had more. But he had just woken up, and Kurt didn't hold back; there was nothing else in his world at the moment but the spanking, and so maybe he did react rather strongly.
Kurt certainly seemed to like it; he delivered the last stroke with a loud, satisfying smack, and then pushed into Blaine's ass with very little preparation. Blaine didn't mind; he felt loose and relaxed from sleep and so horny from the spanking he was all for speed now. Besides, Kurt had prepped him just enough so it didn't really hurt but just burned a little, and he knew that his ass would be sore inside and out.
After, Kurt kissed him and then reluctantly got up.
"I have to go," he said. "The conference is starting soon."
Blaine pouted a little, but didn't make a fuss. He had known he would be on his own a lot the first two days, and this morning had already started better than he would have expected. So he happily lay down again and was already asleep when Kurt finally left.
He slept another two hours or so, then went to a late breakfast in the hotel restaurant, and afterwards, he went sightseeing. He knew Kurt had been to Paris, and had probably seen everything, so he tried to see everything that particularly interested him now so Kurt could show him his favorite places later.
Still, he only took pictures of the lines in front of the Louvre and the Eiffel tower instead of joining. He didn't have that much time.
It was a nice day, though really cold, but he still enjoyed his solitary walk through the Tuileries and wondered if he would be able to persuade Kurt to take a carousel ride with him.
He went to bed tired and with aching feet, but with the feeling of a day well spent. Even if he hadn't seen Kurt at all; he had found a note when he got back to the hotel that read, "Came to see if you wanted to have dinner with us, but you weren't there. Enjoy your sightseeing!", and a little heart doodled beneath. He didn't really regret not being there for dinner with Kurt and a bunch of people he didn't know, and the note didn't sound as if Kurt was angry, so all was well. Plus, he still felt having been so wonderfully used this morning, so he went to sleep contentedly.
He woke when Kurt pressed a kiss on his forehead...which could not compare to yesterday's waking, but was still nice. Unfortunately, though, Kurt was already showered and dressed.
"I have to get going," he said. "It shouldn't be so long today. Hopefully, there'll be enough time for something to eat and a nap before we leave tonight."
And now Blaine was nervous. He had forgotten they'd be going to the club tonight - early in their vacation, Kurt had said, so they'd be able to go a second time if they liked it, and if they didn't, they'd have time to do other things they might like better.
He told himself there was no need to be nervous - it wasn't like he'd never been to a BDSM club before. Just - just not this one.
The conference probably took longer that Kurt expected - these things always did - but by evening, they had eaten and rested, and Blaine was sitting cross-legged on the bed, watching Kurt get dressed.
"So, the club is called Le Feu," he said as he was ironing a shirt that Blaine hadn't seen before. "That means 'fire', and also 'traffic light' which has a special meaning for this place. You'll understand when we get there."
"Mhm," Blaine mumbled. He was only half listening, the most part of his attention being on the sight of his Dom in tight black pants, high boots, and a shirt that was dark red or black, depending on how the light was. Then he thought of something.
"Um, Sir?" he asked. "What will I be wearing?"
Kurt smiled. "You'll go just the way you are. There is a...dress code for subs there. Everything you need will be provided for you, and you'll change in the locker room."
"Oh," Blaine said eloquently; the information didn't exactly do anything to make him less nervous.
"The place is rather high protocol," Kurt continued. "Meaning you are expected to stay close to me unless I send you to get drinks, which will also be expected. You'll be kneeling, and you'll not be talking unless someone asks you a question, which they will only do after asking my permission. Do you understand?"
Blaine nodded, now rather intimidated on top of his nervousness. Part of him liked how that club seemed to be, as their trips to Defiance now usually were more an opportunity to meet their friends than anything else. So the prospect of an evening of complete submission excited him, but he was also rather scared he'd screw up somehow. It sounded like the kind of club where Doms would be judged on their subs' behavior, and that was a kind of responsibility he wasn't used to.
Kurt sat beside him and kissed him. "You'll be fine," he said, somehow guessing Blaine's mood like he sometimes did. "If something happens, you say your safeword, "rouge" if it's a patron of the club, "red" if it's me. And if one of us doesn't like it there, we leave."
From what Blaine could see as he glimpsed the inside from the door, the club was quite big and, to his mild surprise, well lit. Kurt showed his invitation to the bouncer and had a short conversation with him, while Blaine stood beside him, completely ignored. He didn't mind, exactly - the rule that claimed subs were generally not to be spoken to was there at Defiance, too. But there, the rule was usually bent enough that a sub got at least a smile or a wink. Not here. It was as if he didn't exist at all, and they were only at the door. He didn't think it would change much once they were inside. It disconcerted him, and he grabbed Kurt's hand tighter.
Inside, they were at once led to a locker room. It didn't look much different from those in a gym, but the smell wasn't one of sweat and unwashed clothes, but mainly of sex. Blaine expected that smell in the rest of the club, too.
"As you can smell," Kurt said, wrinkling his nose, "this place is a little more...open about things."
At Defiance, a few blowjobs might happen downstairs, but for actual sex, the men involved would usually go to their rooms.
"This club is generally quite voyeuristic," Kurt continued. "If you aren't at least okay with seeing and being seen, you're at the wrong place. Subs are going naked. You're not going to be uncomfortable, are you?"
"No, Sir," Blaine answered. A few years of being member in a sex club had mostly cured him of shyness in that regard. "I might blush at first, though."
Kurt laughed. "Well, then you'll be matching your...jewelry."
"Jewelry, Sir?"
"Remember how I told you about the traffic light system? Subs here wear some accessories that are available in three colors. Green means free to be picked up. Subs wearing green are practically volunteers for any demonstration, and unless they safeword, any Dom who wants them can take them. Yellow means touching, but no fucking. Can you guess what color you'll be wearing, pet?"
Blaine grinned. "Red, Sir."
Kurt nodded. "No one touches you but me."
He went over to a cabinet and pulled out a small box. In it were a collar and a cock ring of red leather, and what seemed to be a butt plug with a red fake jewel on the end.
Blaine gulped. The accessories were not what he had imagined them to be. He had no problem being naked, but to have people's attention drawn to his nakedness like that was...
"I'm not sure about this, Sir," he admitted.
Kurt nodded. If he was disappointed, it didn't show. "Do you want to try, or do you want us to leave?" he asked.
Blaine thought about it. He didn't want to disappoint Kurt by saying that he wanted to leave...but then again, he would surely disappoint Kurt more by staying although he didn't want to. But did he even want to leave? Sure, walking around naked with a butt plug for everyone to see was something he hadn't done before - but it wasn't so far from something he had done, either. And then, Kurt had seen him like that - had seen him in situations that were more humiliating than this. And the other men here didn't really count. They would see him, yes, but they couldn't touch him, and after today, he'd probably never see them again. And, he noticed as he thought, though neither exhibitionism nor humiliation were particularly big kinks for him, his cock was definitely on board with the idea.
"I want to try," he said, and started undressing.
He knew it had to be obvious he had never been in a place like that before. He looked around with wide eyes and a mouth that was part open until he noticed it and resolutely closed it. The upper level, on which they were, looked like a normal dance club with a bar and a gigantic dance floor and small tables and chairs scattered around it. The only difference was that half the patrons were naked and a lot of people seated at a table had someone kneeling beside them.
The interesting thing was the floor. It was made of a metal grid and glass. The entire lower level was completely visible, and Blaine quickly noticed that the exciting things took place there. There was a big, open playroom that was well frequented, as well as separate cubicles that were set up for various kinds of role playing and actually had walls, so the only way the people playing there could be watched was from above.
It was oddly beautiful in a way he didn't expect in a place like this, bright and clean and scattered with green plants. Downstairs was a large hot tub that looked like the pool of an expensive hotel.
"You have to make one more decision," Kurt said, and Blaine had to listen closely to be able to hear him above the music. "We can stay upstairs, dance, have a drink and watch. Or we can go downstairs and do something ourselves."
It was much easier to decide this than it had been whether to stay or not. He didn't know if it was the hot tub or the people beneath him having all kinds of passionate sex, but his cock had definitely started to demand a share of the fun, and though it most definitely wasn't pointing downstairs, he knew it was there he wanted to go.
So he took a deep breath and led Kurt toward the staircase. "Downstairs, please, Sir."