"How long was I out?" Blaine asked, still a little dazed. He was still lying on the bench, but the ropes were gone, and Kurt was in the process of washing the oil and come off his body with a warm, wet cloth.

"Not long, just a few minutes," Kurt answered, then grinned. "Still, not bad for a simple handjob, is it?"

"That was no handjob, Sir. That was a revelation."

"I'm very flattered. It was all you, though. This is what can happen when you let go, you know. And you did so beautifully."

He finished washing Blaine and went to the bathroom to get rid of the cloth. Blaine kept lying on the bench for a minute, feeling to worn out and content to move, but when Kurt returned, he sat up slowly.

"Careful, sweetheart," Kurt said, handing him a glass of water. "Don't go too fast. Are you staying the night?"

"If you'll have me. I have to get up early tomorrow, though. I start at eight." Blaine had contemplated just going home afterwards so he wouldn't have to drive through half the town tomorrow morning. But he when he realized that Kurt had clearly noticed his desire – his need – for a scene, he had changed his mind. He didn't want this to be too much like a booty call, like Dominance-on-Demand. Now he was glad he had brought an overnight bag. He couldn't imagine leaving Kurt now, not to mention that his legs still felt like jelly.

"Sir?" he said when Kurt had taken him to bed, already sleepy. "Thank you."

Kurt shook his head and smiled as he turned off the light. "I'm glad you came to me."

…...

Kurt woke up from a really good dream. He would have been annoyed by it hadn't he noticed that parts of his dream had descended into reality. The cool air on his legs was real, and he would have drawn the blanket back up, but he didn't want to stifle Blaine, whose head was bobbing up and down between his legs. Then the feeling set in, and he couldn't suppress a moan. This was the best way to wake up.

Blaine lifted his head, and when he saw his eyes were open, he smiled. "Good morning, Sir."

"Keep – keep doing that," was all Kurt could manage before he let his head fall back on the pillow, closing his eyes. His limbs were still heavy from sleep, his brain not quite alert yet. There was nothing diverting him from the feelings Blaine's mouth on his cock was causing.

He lifted his head once more to look at Blaine, whose lips were stretched around him and who now hollowed his cheeks to suck him deep, and Kurt realized with a groan that this was not going to last long at all.

"Fuck," he groaned, ending in a drawn-out, almost guttural sound, and grabbed Blaine's hair in a way that had to be painful, and the vibrations of Blaine's approving hum were enough to send him over the edge.

Blaine swallowed and then licked him clean until Kurt dragged him up and kissed him, completely disregarding his own morning breath or Blaine's come-splashed chin.

"That was amazing, pet – thank you," he said, still breathing hard. "I didn't think you would have time for that, though – what time is it?"

"It's just after five am, Sir. I'm sorry for waking you, you just looked too good to pass up. You can go back to sleep as soon as I'm on my way."

"Don''t apologize, it was a wonderful wake-up call. Especially as I can sleep another two hours." He yawned and stretched, smiling at Blaine.

"Lucky you," Blaine said, rising, and Kurt could see the very obvious erection tenting his boxers. He licked his lips. He had wanted to taste Blaine, but hadn't had a good opportunity yet.

"Want me to reciprocate?" he asked.

Blaine looked stunned. "You'd do that?"

"Shouldn't I?"

"I never...no Dom has ever...I thought it was a submissive thing."

Kurt shook his head. He had never understood these Doms that wouldn't go down on their subs.

"There's nothing submissive about giving a blowjob, per se. It can be, of course, but it doesn't have to. I'll show you."

With obvious reluctance, Blaine shook his head. "My bus goes in twenty minutes. I'll just take care of that -" he palmed his erection "-when I come home."

Kurt jumped off the bed and pushed Blaine's hand away. "Oh no you won't."

Blaine looked confused. "What?"

"I think we established yesterday that this is mine. I don't allow others to touch my things without my permission. So, you borrow some of my clothes and take a cab to work, you lie down on the bed now like a good boy so I can take care of you, and you keep your hands off yourself until I tell you otherwise. It's pretty basic stuff, actually."

"I'm sorry, Sir. I guess I forgot how much you Doms love to torture people."

"Only certain people. Now get on the bed so I can torture you some more."

…...

Blaine felt good as he sat in the back of the cab on his way to work. The blowjob Kurt gave him had not really been a display of his dominance, nor had it been torture. He'd need a little more time for that, Kurt had explained, not try to do it in passing while Blaine should already be on his way to work. But he had promised, that when they had the time, he would show Blaine he could dominate him with a blowjob, even, he had claimed, if he was on his knees while Blaine stood above him. Then he had given Blaine a wonderful and perfectly satisfactory vanilla blowjob, after which Blaine had taken the world's shortest shower and dressed in Kurt's rolled-up pants and a shirt that was just a little too wide in the chest and shoulders. He liked that too, although he was worried a little that his colleagues would be able to tell they weren't his clothes and make it into a 'walk of shame' thing.

All things considered, the last few days had pretty much blown his mind.

And then there was the ban on masturbating. Kurt was right, of course, it was pretty basic. He knew that theoretically, but none of his former Doms had cared what he did when he wasn't with them. It made him feel...owned, even beyond being with Kurt in person. It felt good, but he could already tell it wouldn't be easy to follow that rule. That was weird, though. It wasn't like he jerked off every day like he had as a teenager. Going a few days without would have been no hardship under normal circumstances, but now the thought that he couldn't, that he was forbidden, made even now his very spent cock want to rise to the occasion.

After second period, when he was sitting in the teachers' lounge sipping a well-earned cup of coffee, his colleague Ruth, a maths teacher, sat at his table.

'"Blaine, there's an emergency," she said without preamble. Blaine just raised an eyebrow; he knew her to be a little overdramatic now and then.

"One of the chaperones for the third grade weekend trip just called in sick. She'll be gone well into next week, at least."

"Oh, I hope it's not too bad. What do you want me to do, organize a get well card?"

She rolled her eyes at him. "No, I need you to chaperone the trip. Please, Blaine? No one else is available, and it would be such a hassle to call it off now, not to mention such a disappointment to the kids."

Blaine sighed. She had him – and she knew it. There was no way he would let the kids miss the trip just because he would rather spend his weekend elsewhere.

"Fine," he answered, sighing again.

…...

Blaine had called Kurt to call off their next weekend together, and while he was disappointed, he of course understood. He thought it was adorable, in fact, the way Blaine refused to disappoint the children. Still, it was a bummer. He had had some nice things planned for their next weekend together, and now, with Rachel's karaoke night coming up, that in his experience would turn into an event that would take up the whole weekend, he would have to wait a long time to carry them out.

But it was for the best, probably. He was up to his head in work; a deadline was coming up, and he knew he would be spending his evenings working until the caffeine stopped having an effect. An unoccupied weekend would help tremendously with his work load.

Then he remembered something, and he had to grin. Blaine hadn't asked, and he hadn't remembered, to lift the ban on masturbating when they wouldn't be able to see each other for nearly two weeks. This would be fun.

On Saturday night, when he figured it was late enough so that Blaine's duties for the day were probably done, but not so late he would be asleep, he called Blaine. He was looking forward to hearing his voice, as he did genuinely miss him, but the reason for his call was a little more of the torture he had promised Blaine. He grinned to himself as he found Blaine's number in his contacts and pressed call. He was truly evil.

"Hello, Sir," Blaine answered, and Kurt's smile grew wider. It was good to hear his voice. He had missed him, more than expected.

"Hi sweetheart. I take it you're alone, as you called me sir?"

"I am. Everyone's finally asleep. How are you?"

"I'm fine. Just taking a break from my insane workload to tell you I miss you. Are you in your bedroom? Can you lock the door?"

"Um...yes? Sir, what – are we going to...do something?"

Kurt could hear the mixture of fear and arousal in Blaine's voice and decided to take action. He was already half hard from what he had planned to do; now he slid a hand under his briefs to stroke himself to full hardness.

"No, pet. You're not going to do a thing – I don't think you should while you are practically surrounded by nine-year-olds in bunk beds. It would be inappropriate, don't you think? Me, however – I'm going to tell you what I want to do to you at the next opportunity we have. Are you listening?"

He heard the squeaking of bed springs and a groan before Blaine answered.

"Yes, Sir. I'm listening."

"Good. Remember, no touching yourself." He got rid of his briefs and took himself firmly in his hand, letting his voice drop down low as he continued.

"Do you know why there are potted plants hanging from the ceiling in the playroom, Blaine? Because when you take them down, all that remains are some nice, sturdy hooks. The next time when we are in that room, you and I, I will strip you naked, and I will cuff your hands together, and then I will hang the chain of the cuffs over one of those hooks. It is high up. You will have to stand nearly on tiptoe, and your whole body will be stretched out for me, but I bet that despite the discomfort, you will be hard by then. Are you hard now, pet?"

"Um, yes, Sir."

He could tell from Blaine's voice – it was breathy, and there was a touch of desperation in it. God, he sounded beautiful. Kurt groaned and began to slowly fuck his hand.

"I'm sorry you can't do anything about it. I'll make it up to you then. Because when you are standing there, all naked and spread out, I will get on my knees before you. Do you think that makes me submissive, pet?"

"N -no, Sir. I don't think you could be submissive if you tried. God, you're killing me."

"And if I take you in my mouth? If I lick your balls and then go deeper, lick around your hole and fuck you with my tongue? Because I will do that, pet. I will do that until you are all wet and open for me, until you slowly go crazy with lust and you drip precome on the floor."

He was stroking himself more quickly now, and his voice was husky because he panted between his words.

"God, please, Sir..."

"Yes, you will be begging me. Cause I will lick up your cock, and I will drag my tongue across the head and lick up the drops I will find there. And then I'll take you in my mouth, all of you, as far as I can. And I'll suck you, and I'll take you to the brink, but I won't let you come because I will be enjoying myself too much."

Blaine would be struggling now, Kurt imagined, listening to his labored breathing over the phone. He would be gripping his bedsheets to stop himself from touching his erection, trying so hard to be obedient. The image was so hot he found himself suddenly close.

"And then, when you think you can't stand it any longer, I will stop for a moment and look at you. You'll be glistening with sweat, your head thrown back and your arms trembling, and you'll look so beautiful I will want to paint you like this, but instead I will take you in my mouth again, and I'll swallow around you and suck you until - "

He couldn't finish the sentence. His orgasm crashed on him with such force he couldn't even cry out, and he came all over his hand and his legs. He wiped himself off while he listened to Blaine begging him to please let him touch himself, and then, when he resigned to his fate, telling him how evil he was. He grinned. That had been a great idea.