Hello, My Lovelies!
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Free2BeMee
A soft cry echoed over the baby monitor that had been set up in Blaine's room; he groaned and rolled over, glancing at the clock on the wall. ''6:45...' He mumbled to himself, still half asleep, Audrey still crying softly. Blaine laid back on his pillow once more before bolting out of bed. Bad! Bad! He chastised himself, how could he have slept that long? He's never slept that late before. Then he remembers.
"Sir," Blaine implored, "I am so eternally grateful that you were on the train this morning." Blaine needed Mister Kurt to understand. "I…I keep trying to figure out what I could have done to be so blessed to belong to you. Ever since Audrey was marked, I-I dreamed that she would have a better life than the one I was dealt...but it was only dreams, Sir." He shook his head in disbelief, "I prayed she would belong to someone like you – someone beautiful, strong, and kind...but I...I never, even in my wildest dreams believed that it could happen to me as well..." He let out a choked sob, and wiped a couple of tears that had escaped. He knew he was failing at getting across what he was feeling, but he still needed to try. "Mister Kurt...you saved me...me and Audrey. How can I ever thank you enough for what you've done?" How was he going to get across his gratitude? There was no way he could ever repay Mister Kurt for saving him and his daughter…he only had one thing to give.
The realization hit Blaine like a ton of bricks. He hadn't ever needed anything more than to bring pleasure to the beautiful Dom in front of him. He needed it like he needed air to breathe, or water to drink. He only hoped and prayed that Mister Kurt would allow it. He dropped to his knees off the couch in front of the older man, "Sir...please let me serve you. Let me show you how grateful I am...please, Sir...I can bring you pleasure...please will you let me?"
"Ok," Mister Kurt replied, "Bee...hands behind your back. You don't need to do anything, alright? Just feel...ok, Love? Can you do that for me?"
"Yes, Sir...please, Sir" Blaine replied; he knelt up and waited. He knew how this would go – how many times had he been face-fucked before? He could do this...be good for Mister Kurt. He closed his eyes and awaited the inevitable: the hair pulling, the name calling, and the choking. Blaine winced instinctively as Mister Kurt worked his fingers through his hair, and opened his mouth obediently. But the harshness never came; on the contrary, Mister Kurt was gentle and loving. He started off slow, allowing Blaine to adjust to the weight on his tongue.
"Good boy," Mister Kurt sighed as he began to slowly increase his pace. Blaine preened at the praise, and did his best to give as much pleasure as he could to the older man. This was nothing like it had been with Master – he had always been rough and demanding. This was sweet, loving, and tender. It wasn't long before Mister Kurt's movements became more erratic, and Blaine could sense that he was getting closer. He sucked and swallowed, and ran his tongue on the underside of Mister Kurt's cock, craving for him to finish. A couple of thrusts later, and he felt his Dom's hot, salty seed explode to the back of his throat, which he swallowed up greedily. He couldn't get enough of Mister Kurt – his taste, his smell…everything about his was perfection to Blaine, and Blaine simply wanted to drink it in for forever.
"Such a good boy," Mister Kurt praised, running his fingers through Blaine's hair. Blaine could feel his own erection straining against his briefs, but the pressure became secondary to the praise he was receiving. Mister Kurt said that he was good.
He gasped when he felt a pair of soft lips come in contact with his own, and he awaited the harsh possessive kisses he had always known, but they never came. "Thank you, Beautiful...that was amazing" Mister Kurt praised once more, making Blaine's heart swell. He tried to hold in a moan when Mister Kurt's lips traveled from his lips, down his jaw, and he sucked at the pulse point on Blaine's neck. "Just feel, Bee...can you do that for me? Just feel..."
"Yes...humph" Blaine responded as Mister Kurt's mouth made its way to his erect nipple. They stayed that way for some time. Don't move. Just feel. Blaine repeated to himself. He wanted to stay being good for Mister Kurt. But it was so hard! It didn't take long before Mister Kurt had Blaine in a bubbling mess of want, spouting off incoherent sounds. Blaine panted as he felt his Dom's fingers finally wrap around his aching and leaking cock. What was Mister Kurt doing? He tried to stay still and quiet as the older man worked over his cock, until he couldn't hold it in any longer. "Oh please, Sir, please..." He whined, "Please, may I cum, Mister Kurt?" Blaine was proud of his ability to stave off an orgasm, but it had never felt this way before.
"Come for me, Beautiful" he heard Mister Kurt say, and that was all it took before Blaine felt a glorious relief, and then white.
After that, Blaine doesn't remember much. He has some foggy recollections of Mister Kurt holding him, cleaning him off, and carrying him to his room, but that had to have been a dream...right? There's no way Mister Kurt would have cared for Blaine, that wasn't normal...was it?
Audrey's cries echoed throughout his room once more, and Blaine scrambled out of bed to soothe his daughter. He knew Mister Kurt was kind, but not many people liked being awoken by a baby's cry in the wee morning hours, and he did not want to make Mister Kurt angry.
Audrey's face lit up as soon as Blaine entered her room, causing the young father to smile. Her dark curls were going in every different direction, and her binkie was hanging halfway out of her mouth as she clutched her stuffed duck. She reached for him and began babbling to her father as of to tell him how her night had gone. "Good morning, Sunshine," Blaine whispered as he picked up his daughter, settling her on his hip. "Let's get you all changed hmmm?" He quickly changed Audrey out of her wet diaper and pajamas and into a new onesie - he wasn't sure what Mister Kurt would want her in, so a plain onesie and leggings would have to suffice until the older man awoke. "You are the sunshine of my life..." he sung softly, dropping off into a hum as he exited the bedroom and made his way into the kitchen.
As he entered the kitchen, with his daughter in his hip, he couldn't help but feel...happy. Was he still scared of the power Mister Kurt held over him? - Yes. Was he still nervous to make Mister Kurt angry? - Yes. Did he still feel like he owed Mister Kurt everything? - Definitely, yes. But he was also happier than he had been in a long time, and that constituted for dancing. He hugged Audrey close, crooning softly to her as he spun around the kitchen.
"You are the sunshine of my life
That's why I'll always be around,
You are the apple of my eye,
Forever you'll stay in my hea-arrt"
Audrey giggled and squealed as they danced around, causing Blaine's heart to take flight. This is what he always wanted for her - to be happy, healthy and safe. He placed her down in the high chair Mister Kurt had gotten for her, and began to prepare breakfast: coffee, veggie scramble, turkey bacon, and English muffins.
"I feel like this is the beginning,
Though I've loved you for a million years,
And if I thought our love was ending,
I'd find myself drowning in my own tears"
As he was preparing breakfast, Blaine had a slight moment of panic. There were still so many things he didn't know about Mister Kurt. What time did he get up? How did he take his coffee? Maybe he drake tea? What if he didn't like eggs for breakfast? Thoughts swirled around in his head. He was pulled out of his mind as Audrey giggled and clapped. Blaine sighed, even if Mister Kurt wasn't completely happy with his breakfast, Blaine could always prepare something different. Plus...Mister Kurt said he would tell Blaine if and why he was being punished. Blaine believed Mister Kurt to be a man of his word, and so he continued with his preparations. That wasn't to say that he still didn't hope that Mister Kurt would be pleased with his efforts. He turned back to his daughter, hopping around her high chair, singing softly, and using his whisk as a microphone.
"You are the sunshine of my life,
That's why I'll always stay around,
You are the apple of my eye,
Forever you'll stay in my heart"
Kurt awoke to the smell of freshly brewed coffee. At first it confused him - he didn't remember setting the coffee pot the night before. And then it hit him - Blaine and Audrey, and everything came barreling back to him: the subway station, his meeting, shopping, Blaine, Audrey...Blaine. He scrambled out of bed, rushing towards the kitchen. But as he approached, he heard a soft melody rising; it was beautiful. He stood in the doorway, out of the younger man's sight, and simply watched.
"You must have known that I was lonely,
Because you came to my rescue,
And I know that this must be heaven,
How could so much love be inside of you?"
Blaine looked breathtaking. He was still dressed in the ill-fitting clothes Kurt had given him yesterday, and his hair was ruffled from him sleeping, but the way he smiled at his daughter light up the room, and his voice was magnificent. He seemed so relaxed and happy - everything Kurt could have hoped for. He couldn't stop himself from joining in as he entered the kitchen. Softly at first as to not startle the young sub.
"You are the sunshine of my life, yeah,
That's why I'll always stay around,
You are the apple of my eye,
Forever you'll stay in my heart"
Blaine jumped as he heard another voice mixing with his. He turned around, averting his eyes. "Mister Kurt! I'm sorry, Sir, did I wake you?" He asked quickly, clearly afraid he had done something wrong. His knees buckled instinctively before he remembered that Mister Kurt didn't require him to kneel.
"Yes Bee, you did wake me..." Kurt began reassuringly, but the sub's eyes widened in horror.
"Sir! I-I'm so sorry! Ple-please forgive me -" he began mumbling.
Kurt cupped Blaine's face gently, ignoring the flinch by the smaller man and raising his chin. "But that was only because you made coffee…and breakfast...which smells delicious, by the way." Kurt continued, interrupting Blaine's rant.
"I am sorry for being loud, Sir," Blaine apologized again, and Kurt shook his head.
"Nonsense, Love. You weren't loud. And even if you were...you sound beautiful. You have a beautiful singing voice, Blaine." Kurt complimented. Blaine simply shook his head in response as he poured Kurt a cup of coffee.
"Go ahead and have a seat, Sir," Blaine said as he nodded towards the table, "It'll only be a minute longer." Kurt nodded and took his seat at the table, taking the opportunity to play with Audrey.
Just as Blaine was sitting down to the table, there was a knock at the door. He immediately jumped up to answer it before Kurt had a chance to even think about doing so. He opened the door to reveal a very tall, very strong Dom and his submissive. He immediately averted his eyes to the floor, and allowed the man entrance. "Good-d morning, Sir. C-Can I help you?" He asked meekly.
"Yes, thank you. Where's Hummel?" the Dominate asked. His submissive simply shook his head, trying to mask the smile that had crept onto his face.
"Right this way, Sir" Blaine answered as he turned to lead the couple into the kitchen. Upon entering the eating area, Kurt's eyes lit up when he saw their guests.
"Sebastian! Dave!" He exclaimed, startling Blaine. "What are you doing here?!" Kurt jumped up and enveloped the visitors into a strong embrace.
"Hey there, Fairy Lady" Sebastian responded warmly. "Can't a guy drop in to see his best friend? Plus, word is on the street that you've landed yourself a new sub." He eyed Blaine, causing the smaller man to shrink. Had he done something wrong? The last thing Blaine wanted was for people to realize that Mister Kurt deserved someone better.
"Hey! Stop it!" Kurt exclaimed, smacking Sebastian on the arm, " You're scaring him. C'me here, Love" he responded soothingly, pulling Blaine into a hug, effectively shielding him from the visitors. Sebastian chuckled and shook his head.
"Aww, come on, Kurt. I was just messing around a bit." His submissive, Dave? leaned in and whispered something in his ear, causing the man to frown. "Right...well, are we barging in on something?" he asked.
"Well...we were just about to sit down and eat..." Kurt began before Blaine began squirming in his arms. Kurt released him when he began whimpering, and he scrambled to get 2 more place settings.
"W-would you like to join us, Sir?" he asked shyly. Kurt beamed at him.
"Good boy, thank you, Bee," he whispered, kissing him on the top of the head, and weaving his fingers into the younger man's hair.
"Are you sure?" Sebastian asked, "We wouldn't want to intrude." They relented, when Kurt insisted. Blaine placed his plate in front of the other Dom, serving David, the other submissive next, and finally himself. He breathed a sigh of relief when he discovered that there was enough food for everyone, barely - he would have hated if there hadn't been enough food.
There were many things Blaine learned throughout breakfast that morning. He learned that Sebastian was Kurt's attorney, and David, his sub and husband, was a sports reporter for an online column. They had met Kurt in high school when Sebastian claimed David. He learned that Mister Kurt wasn't the only Dominate who was...kind - in fact there was an entire movement throughout the country fighting for submissive rights, headed by Mister Kurt's father, Burt.
He also learned how a healthy Dom/sub relationship worked. Blaine knew he was gawking, but he could hardly believe the dynamic that was unfolding before his eyes. Anyone who looked at the pair would be able to tell who was the Dom and who was the sub, but David...he wasn't anything like the subs Blaine had ever seen before. While it was very clear David submitted to Sebastian, and that Sebastian had ultimate control over David, he spoke freely, looked other Dominates (Mister Kurt) in the eyes easily, went out on his own, and he even was able to have his own job! It was also very evident the love that the two had for each other – David would do just about anything for Sebastian, and Sebastian would do anything to keep David happy, healthy and safe – that much was obvious. He could hardly fathom it...Blaine had never heard of. Dominate allowing such things of their submissives.
Growing up, he only ever came in contact with his father and grandmother. Occasionally there had been other Dominates – guests and such – but growing up as a submissive child in the Anderson household was not something to be envied. And then the day after his 8th birthday, his father decided he was too much of a financial burden, and sold him to the SubHouse. He had no idea that there we're Dominates in the world that allowed their submissives freedom. His father hadn't been like that. For as far back as Blaine could remember, his mother hadn't ever been treated as anything more than a pet or a slave.
"Master" she whispered from her knees, "Your dinner is ready, Sir."
"It's about damn time," his father retorted, striding past the kneeling woman, "You're late...again."
"Please, Master...I-I am sorry," she whispered mostly to the floor. Blaine cringed as his father grabbed his mother's hair and shoved her into the floor. It was his fault dinner was late...he and Mama had been singing, and they just lost track of time.
"Please, Sir," he mumbled, "It wasn't her fault...it was mine." He hated when his Mama was in trouble...especially when it wasn't her fault - which it mostly wasn't. But his father paid him no mind.
"She knows better..." he growled, turning back to his mother, "We'll deal with this later, my sweet."
"Yes, Master" she replied as his father proceeded to eat his dinner. Blaine knew what he meant when he said that they 'deal with it later'. His father usually did not punish his mother in front of Blaine, but that didn't stop him from seeing the effects of his reprimands.
Later that night, Blaine tried to drown out his mother's cries and screams as he was trying to fall asleep. It wasn't until she had crawled into their shared room...er...closet that he was able to gain any peace.
"Oh Mama," he sniveled, "Mama, I'm so sorry." She could hardly move without causing further pain. There were the beginnings of hand shaped bruises forming on her throat, both of her cheeks, and along the insides of her thighs. His heart broke for her...it was his fault dinner had been late, but she had suffered the consequences...again.
"No, Baby," she whispered, "I'm alright...it's nothing I can't handle, Little Bird." She ran her fingers through his hair as she pulled him into a hug. "You are the sunshine of my life." She sang softly. "That's why I'll always be around. You are the apple of my eye. Forever you'll stay in my heart" she kissed the top of his head and whispered, "Sleep tight, Sunshine, and remember I'll always love you."
Blaine loved his mother more than anything else. She was kind, gentle and genuine. She was absolutely beautiful - especially her smile...when she was able to at least. Looking back now, Blaine knew that if she had been able to thrive, she would have been an extraordinary woman. She used to tell him stories before bed about kind, gentle Dominates who loved their submissives, and cared for them…but they had only ever been fairy tales...until now, that is. Could he be like that one day? Maybe...he trusted Mister Kurt. It was shaking and fragile, but he knew Mister Kurt would do his very best to keep him and Audrey safe. So maybe one day, he could be like David...free and happy.
Kurt was in awe of the beautiful young man before him. Here he was already opening up and beginning to trust Kurt, when he had only known him for about a day. He was handsome, and hot, and beautifully submissive. Kurt couldn't wait for him to develop into the amazing man he knew he would be. He could tell Blaine was in a state of disbelief throughout the meal. It was very clear that Blaine had not only never come in contact with another Dominate in the same mindset as himself, but that he had also never come in contact with a healthy submissive like David. But he also knew that drawing attention to the young father would only cause him to retreat further into his shell, and that was the last thing Kurt wanted to do. Instead, he simply grabbed Blaine's hand underneath the table and gave it a squeeze. He hoped that one-day, he and Blaine would be able to have the same dynamic in their relationship – loving, trusting and fun. He knew it would take time for Blaine to heal and to trust him, but he had complete faith that they would get there...together. But first they would have to get him out of those hideous sweat pants. Next thing on the to-do list: get some new clothes for Blaine.