Warnings for detailed account of past abuse and violence.
Kurt let Blaine nap for an hour or so before gently waking him and making him eat some chocolate and drink some juice. It was late afternoon by now, and Kurt was at a slight loss at what to do. Usually, they would go get groceries together, or see a movie or something like that, but none of that seemed fitting for a weekend like this. Besides, Blaine was still happily drifting in and out of subspace, and Kurt wanted to keep him that way as long as possible. So he just had them move to the living room, put on some quiet music, and then settled down on the couch with a book. Blaine knelt on the floor, resting his head on Kurt's thigh, and Kurt often found his attention wandering from his book to his beautiful sub. Blaine had apparently mastered the fine art of doing absolutely nothing, something that whenever Kurt tried it made him absolutely crazy within minutes. But now, as he watched Blaine, who was kneeling on the floor, quietly, without fidgeting, emerged in his submission, it didn't feel boring, it felt peaceful. And Kurt took a little bit of that peace for himself.
They had a late, simple dinner and ate quietly, and while Kurt still missed Blaine's voice and his laughter, he now took the silence and relished it as something rare, something to be cherished. He had a lot to think about, anyway, and as they were mostly good things, he welcomed the opportunity to really lose himself in his thoughts.
After all, Blaine had told him he loved him.
He really didn't want to tell himself that it didn't mean anything, that after such an intense scene Blaine had been in no state of mind to actually, consciously, speak his feelings. Because feelings didn't always have to be conscious to be true, and Kurt liked the thought that there was no reason someone high on adrenaline and endorphins would completely make up a confession of love. That somewhere, however deep down, it must be true..
Later, Kurt told Blaine to take a shower, resolutely forbid himself to follow him, and afterwards put him back into his chastity and, for the first time ever, into the collar that would hold the leash chaining him to Kurt's bed.
Kurt noticed Blaine's sharp intake of breath as he buckled the leather collar around his throat, and it made him aware of what the gesture could mean to them. It made him want to whisper, "Someday," into Blaine's skin, but he didn't, only thinking it and adding a wistful "Soon" in his mind. But he looked into Blaine's eyes for a moment, and they both smiled as they imagined what would be.
Kurt quickly made up a pallet on the floor and then clipped the leash to the collar, slipping the ring on the other end over the bedpost.
"The collar is loose enough that it will turn if you do, so the chain shouldn't wrap around your neck. If it still does, it's made so that it tears if it's under too much strain, so it won't choke you. You can get free if you must, but I want you to wake me if something's the matter," Kurt explained, then gestured to the pallet. "You should be comfortable, and warm enough. Goodnight."
Blaine smiled, got down on the pallet and pressed a kiss to Kurt's knee as an answer. Kurt watched him as he snuggled into his blankets, then, not without regret, went into his bed. It took a while to adjust to not having Blaine in his arms, and he had to remind himself firmly that it was for a good reason. He sighed and rolled over, using the second pillow as a replacement, and slept.
The next morning, Kurt woke before Blaine and used the time to shower and dress, letting Blaine sleep until he was completely ready, and went to the playroom to select a paddle before waking him. He chose one that was a step upward from yesterday's plain one, with holes that would sting more and leave a nice pattern on Blaine's ass. He decided on a few more strokes as well, so that Blaine would feel a reminder for the whole day and hopefully even tomorrow for work.
He didn't give Blaine time to wake up properly before turning him over his knee, and the firm paddling so soon after waking had Blaine begging and crying out after only a few strokes. Kurt felt the hard plastic of the chastity against his legs as Blaine squirmed on his lap, apparently unable to decide if he wanted to move towards the paddle or away from it. He imagined Blaine's cock in vain trying to get hard, and got an incredible rush at the thought of controlling even this basic need.
After, Blaine lay on the bed, panting, his face and ass the same bright red color. Kurt went to put away the paddle, and when he returned, he found Blaine on his knees on the floor, still breathing heavily.
"May I say something, Sir?" he asked, and Kurt signaled him to go ahead.
"I know you won't let me come, but...please, can you? Can I make you feel good?"
As Kurt was hard as a rock from paddling Blaine, it was an easy decision to make.
"Hands behind you back," he said, unbuttoning his pants. "Open your mouth. I'm going to use you."
He groaned as he pushed his erection into Blaine's waiting mouth, the feeling of relief immediate.
He began fucking Blaine's mouth without warning, pushing deep and hard and hardly giving Blaine time to adjust.
Blaine choked briefly when Kurt's cock pushed into his throat, but soon got himself back in control and even started to move his tongue, swirling it around the head when Kurt pulled out a little or dipping it into the slit. Kurt gripped Blaine's hair so hard it had to be painful, fucking his mouth with abandon until he felt himself starting to orgasm. He pulled out quickly and cried out as he came all over Blaine's face.
Panting, he sank down on the bed, patting the space beside him as an invitation for Blaine and then grabbing some tissues for him to clean up his face. When this was done, he pulled Blaine closer for some much-needed cuddles.
"Thank you, pet, that was amazing," he said. Blaine, not allowed to talk, just smiled at him.
Kurt adjusted the pillows so he was more comfortable and pulled up the blankets over both of them.
"How did you sleep?" he asked, and Blaine kissed his chest before he answered.
"Missed you, Sir."
"I missed you too, pet. But we'll make up for it now. We can stay here as long as we like, there's nothing we have to do today."
With a contented sigh, Blaine snuggled closer, and Kurt pressed a kiss into his hair and then just lay there, stroking his back, his head full of possibilities for the amount of time stretched before them, before deciding to just be here and enjoy the moment.
After a long time in which Kurt nearly went back to sleep, Blaine began to speak. Kurt would have reprimanded him, but he noticed after the first sentence that this was really something he wanted to hear, so he just listened and continued to stroke Blaine's back.
"I had been in the lifestyle for about two years, played around a lot. I knew that this was what I wanted, though something kept missing, and I never met anyone I liked enough to want him to claim me.
I had...a really bad week. There were problems with some students, and I had quarreled with my father, there were some financial issues, everything just came together until when the weekend arrived, I felt close to bursting with anger and frustration. I went to the club to blow off some steam, but when Master Elliot saw the state I was in, he wouldn't allow me to play. He told me to go home and calm down first. I know now he was right, I had no mind to make any decisions, I would have let anyone go past my limits just to forget for a moment. Even there, it could have been dangerous, especially as I had no one to care for me. But at that moment, I was just...I was so angry. I turned around and walked out, took a cab downtown to that other club, the Chain Chain. It's not the nicest place, but I didn't care. I got picked up quickly, and he took me home and gave me a night that was just what I needed. Really, he took me out of my head completely, made me forget anything besides him and myself existed, I had never experienced anything like it before. He – his name is Alex White, he's a little older, but he was handsome enough – he had a contract ready for me the next morning, and I signed, partly still to piss off Master Elliot, partly because I really thought that Alex was everything I had been looking for. And for a time, everything was fine. It was never again like the first night, but I just kept waiting, you know? Then...I think he got fired or something, he started to change, drink a lot and play harder. He came up with these bets I told you about, and started practicing at home, whipping me until I couldn't bear it anymore. He...never ignored my safeword, but he had no problems letting me know I disappointed him when I used it, so I tried to take more and more. And then, one night, we were at a club, and some other Dom started flirting with me. I didn't really flirt back, but I guess I...let it happen? In any case I didn't blow him off as completely as Alex felt I should have, and he got really mad and dragged me home to punish me. He...was really drunk. He tied me to his bed and told me he would mark me so no one would ever doubt again who I belonged to, and then he...he got a knife. He wanted to cut his name into my shoulder, but because he was so drunk, he didn't get it the way he wanted. So he got frustrated, gagged me so I couldn't scream and caned me until I was close to passing out, and then he left. He went away and left me lying there, bleeding, for...I think it was five or six hours. When he came back, he had sobered up some, and he said he was sorry over and over again as he untied me. I was weak and dehydrated and my hands were numb from being tied for so long, but I pushed all of that aside and, as soon as I was free, punched him in the face as hard as I could. I...used to box in high school, so it was pretty hard, and he fell and hit his head, and I just...left. He called me a few days later, so I know I didn't kill him. I didn't pick up, and I never saw him again. I left the lifestyle for a year or so, but somehow I found I missed it. I went back to Defiance, got slowly back into playing. I met Sebastian. You know the rest."
Blaine talked slowly, haltingly, and at some point he started to cry, speaking between ragged breaths as he tried to hold back the tears. Kurt held him and listened and clenched his teeth, and thought three things. He loved him with an intensity that stunned him, he would never let anyone hurt him again, and he would make sure that Alex White would never abuse a sub again.