Blaine shifted in his seat, wincing as he changed from one uncomfortable position to another. This one was a little more painful, but he was thankful that now his attention focused on that instead of...the thing in his ass. He'd been half-hard for hours, and no matter how hard he tried to fully concentrate on work (the nature of which, at least today, not really encouraging that effort), part of his attention was always on...other things. The hard wooden chairs didn't help, either, and he simultaneously wished for and dreaded his lunch break.

He had wanted to be reminded of the weekend, and God, he was. He felt happy, claimed and owned...and aroused and frustrated and a little worried that his colleagues would notice he was distracted and call him out on it. Wasn't Ruth looking at him strangely?

His submission was simmering inside him, always there, but not yet threatening to boil over. It was a good feeling, and he only wished he would be able to see Kurt tonight. He shifted again and had to suppress a moan when the movement jostled the plug inside him. This was torture of the most delicious kind.

"Blaine?"

The tone made clear that this was at least the second time his name had been called.

"Sorry, what?"

"We were wondering if you could give a short report on the class trip you chaperoned in Eleanor's place."

"Um, sure."

Blaine was glad about the distraction until he arrived at the Saturday in his report, talked about the museum they had visited and the homesickness some of the students had experienced in the evening...and then his thoughts were straying to what had happened when finally everyone had gone to sleep.

How Kurt had taunted him over the phone, turning him on so much with descriptions of a scene they still hadn't actually done (but Blaine didn't doubt they would, some day), but not allowing him to touch himself. It had been torture, pure and simple, especially as he was randomly turned on by people talking on the phone for a week after – but it had also been so, so hot.

"Um...and then it was Sunday, and we went home."

That was all he was able to say. His face was burning, and he felt the definite need to adjust himself in his pants, as they had just become considerably tighter.

Fortunately, if someone had noticed the abrupt ending to his report, they didn't comment on it, and soon after, they were dismissed for lunch.

Lunch. What would happen now? What had Kurt planned?

"Hey, are you coming?"

He turned towards the voice and saw Ruth waiting for him.

"Am I coming where?" he asked, smiling around his apprehension.

"A few of us are going to lunch together, me, David, Tina, Eleanor and...you?"

"Oh, I can't, I'm sorry," Blaine said with real regret. They would probably have a lot of fun. "But let's meet up another time, in the evening, perhaps? Next week?"

"Sure." Ruth didn't seem too disappointed, and thank God didn't ask any questions as to why he can't come to lunch with them. "Hey, maybe I can finally meet the reason you were so distracted today!"

She winked at him and laughed, so Blaine wasn't too embarrassed, although he could feel himself blushing.

"We'll see," he said, giving a little wave as he turned to go. "Have a nice lunch."

His office was tiny, but it had a comfortable chair and a lock on the door, which, he suspected, was all he would need today. Taking a deep breath, he pulled out his phone, attached the headphones so he'd have both hands free, and called Kurt.

"Hi, Sir."

"Hi sweetheart. You sound worried."

"I think I'm a little bit scared."

Kurt only chuckled. "How's your day going?"

"Um, fine. I'm awfully distracted, and I'm getting horny as hell, which I'm sure is exactly as you intended. Feeling subby, too, but not so much since you aren't here."

"Good. You don't submit to anybody but me, pet. Ever."

Blaine's insides clenched and his cock twitched at the sound of Kurt's possessive almost-growl. His knees quivered, and he gave in to the impulse and dropped to his knees on the office floor.

"No, Sir," he agreed, and then added in a softer voice, "Sir? Thank you. Really. I – I just love this. I'm feeling wonderful."

"Well – I love you, so..."

"I love you too, Sir."

There was a moment of silence, in which Blaine couldn't help but think that this probably wasn't quite the direction this phone call had been supposed to take. Not that he complained.

"I'm grinning like an idiot right now," he confessed. "God, we're awfully sappy, aren't we?"

Kurt laughed. "We're newly in love," he said. "I think it's a law that we have to make everyone around us want to barf. But that isn't the reason I wanted you to call me."

Kurt's tone changed with the last sentence, and Blaine was glad he was already on his knees.

"So," Kurt continued. "Where are you?"

"I'm kneeling in my office, Sir. The door is locked."

"Good boy. But why are you kneeling? I don't remember telling you to."

"You didn't, Sir. Earlier, when you went all possessive on me...I couldn't help it."

There was a noise that sounded suspiciously like a suppressed moan, and Blaine grinned. He loved when he was able to surprise Kurt and turn him on in ways he didn't anticipate.

"Okay, stay on your knees," Kurt continued. "Pull down your pants as far as you can."

Blaine obeyed, scrambling a little in a position not really practical for undressing. This was nothing more than he'd expected, and they hadn't really done anything yet, and still his breathing was heavy, and his cock was well on its way to a full-grown erection.

"Are you still wearing the plug?" Kurt asked.

Blaine nodded before he remembered that Kurt couldn't see him. "Yes, Sir."

"Good. Pull it out, but not all the way, and then push it back in. Fuck yourself with the plug for a while, and talk to me while you do it."

"Oh God," Blaine groaned; he was already so far gone he couldn't believe it. The hard floor was digging into his knees, and he fell forward to support himself on his free hand while the other was busy pushing the plug in and out. "Oh God," he repeated, needing a moment to get his brain to produce some words other than these. "It – it feels good. Dry, a little, but I'm so stretched it doesn't really matter. It's – oh – it's too short, it's not enough. Sir, please, I need to – may I touch myself?"

Kurt hummed a little, as if thinking. Blaine was close, just from this, and he'd been so on edge all day it wasn't really surprising, but it wasn't enough.

"Touch yourself," Kurt said, his voice hoarse. "But slowly. Tease yourself, and don't forget to talk to me."

Groaning, Blaine wrapped his hand around his straining erection, using the precome as lube as he started to slowly stroke his cock. "I wish you were here. I wish it was you touching me, teasing me. It's so much better when it's you."

"Then imagine it was me," Kurt said. "Imagine I was there with you, kneeling opposite from you, my hand around your cock, my mouth on yours. My thumb is circling the tip, spreading precome. My other hand is on the plug, moving it in and out of your tight hole..."

"Oh God, yes," Blaine moaned,, following Kurt's instructions and slowly increasing the speed of his movements. "I want that, I want that so much. Sir, please, I'm so close..."

"Come for me," Kurt commanded, and Blaine did, shooting come onto the hardwood floor of his office.

He sat up, breathing hard. His knees hurt, and he hardly managed to stand up when he tried, but he felt amazing. Slowly, he became aware of his surroundings, dimly hearing the voices of his colleagues in the hallway outside his door, and he hoped he hadn't been loud enough for them to hear him. He took a few tissues and cleaned himself and the floor, pulled up his pants and sat in his chair, listening to Kurt bringing himself to orgasm. He nearly got hard again just from the noises he made, and wished it could be him serving his Dom, not just listening on the phone.

After a while, he said, "Thank you, Sir. That was amazing. I still wish you were here, though."

"Me too, sweetheart."

"You know, I was a little scared you'd just tease me without letting me come."

"Oh no, you have another half day of work before you. You need to be able to concentrate."

At Blaine's groan at the prospect of having to go back to work, he laughed. "No whining, pet. Be a good boy and pay attention this time."

"Yes, Sir," Blaine sighed, pouting.

…...

Kurt took a brief shower after the satisfying phone call with Blaine, then drove to Defiance to have lunch with Elliot. There was one matter they had to discuss that was rather pressing.

But as soon as he saw Elliot, he was distracted by the dark circles under his friend's eyes and his overall tired appearance.

"What's the matter with you?" he asked, concerned.

Elliot rubbed his eyes and sat down, gesturing for Kurt to do the same. "I haven't been sleeping well. To be completely honest, I suspect you were right when you said I wouldn't be able to handle being with Chandler without...well, being with Chandler. It's a lot harder than I thought. Feel free to say 'I told you so.'"

Kurt shook his head, smiling sadly. "It's nothing that gives me satisfaction. I want you to be happy. What are you going to do?"

"I'm not sure yet. Keep going as we are, for the time being. It's good for Chandler. He's happier, calmer. I like seeing him this way, and I suppose I'm hoping...you know. I'll end it when I can't bear it anymore, I promise. But you didn't come here to talk about me."

Kurt shook his head, accepting the change of topic for the moment, reminding himself that the reason why he came here was an important and urgent matter, maybe even more so than the heart of his friend.

"Do you know one Alex White?"

Elliot started to shake his head, but then gestured at Kurt to wait and went to his computer, looking up the name in his files.

"I knew the name sounded familiar. He applied for membership a few years ago. During a supervised scene, he ignored the safeword of the sub he was playing with, "to see if he really meant it," end of quote. We declined his application and never saw him again. Why?"

"He's the one who abused Blaine. He's a drunk, and he's capable of things much worse than disregarding a safeword. Blaine says he's still in the scene. He could still be hurting people. I want to stop him. I have a plan, but I need your help."