When Kurt came into the bedroom a few hours later, he expected to find Blaine asleep. Instead, he was sitting on the bed, his book in his lap, but Kurt could see he wasn't really reading. The crop was lying on the nightstand, and Kurt had to smile at Blaine's foresight. Blaine hadn't had done much to deserve punishment over the last few weeks, but it was clear that today, he had. Kurt took care to put on a stern face before Blaine could see him, and though he wasn't angry anymore, it wasn't hard. He didn't understand Blaine's behavior at all, and it was obvious that there was something behind it he didn't know yet.
He went up to the bed, taking the crop in his hand.
"How many strokes do you think you deserve, Blaine?" Kurt asked, and Blaine looked up at him with eyes too big and too bright.
"I - I'm not sure, Sir."
"Well, how many times did you disturb me tonight?"
"Five times, Sir?" Blaine answered after a brief pause.
"And do you want to tell me what that was about?"
"I guess I just felt kind of lonely and...and I got bored. I'm sorry, Sir"
"Mhm." Kurt wasn't convinced, and it showed in his tone. "So that would be six strokes."
"Six, Sir? I - I thought..."
"One for each time you interrupted my work, that's five, plus one for lying to me right now. If you don't want to tell me something, say so, but don't lie."
Blaine looked at his hands and nodded, gulping when Kurt smacked the crop once against his palm.
"Stand up, please, and lose the pants."
Blaine obeyed and stood against the wall, and Kurt switched the crop against his ass with no warning, letting the other strokes follow quickly and hard. This was no breaking of some made-up rule, after all, but of an agreement, not to mention of common courtesy. So he didn't give Blaine time to breathe between the strokes, and he didn't watch to not hit the same place twice. Blaine cried out after the third stroke and cried openly after the sixth, resting his forehead against the wall until Kurt put the crop away and turned him gently, taking him into his arms.
"That's it, it's over. You did well, sweetheart," he soothed, and Blaine sniffed and nodded against his shoulder.
When they were ready for bed and Kurt was rubbing cream on the marks on Blaine's ass, he had an idea.
"I still have to work tomorrow," he said, lying down next do Blaine, who was resting on his stomach and would probably stay that way. "But I have an idea how to make you feel included."
"You don't have to, Sir. Really. Today was...I don't even know. It won't happen again."
"Still...I think it's better to be careful. I really have to finish this, and I don't want you to get lonely again."
"Okay. So what's your plan?"
Kurt grinned. "I'm not telling, sweetheart. And I'm not saying you'll necessarily like it. But I promise I'll like it very much."
Blaine groaned and buried his head in the pillow.
In the morning, Kurt stood up and prepared for himself and Blaine smoothies for breakfast. He put Blaine's in the fridge, as there was no reason for Blaine to rise early and he would likely be asleep for some time.
He showered and then stood in front of his closet, towel wrapped around his hips, pondering his choices. His clothes today had to fulfill many criteria; they had to be comfortable, as he was going to work in them, they had to make him look absolutely in control, and they had to be sexy as hell.
In the end, he settled for black pants, a little looser than usual, and a dark gray short sleeved shirt that closed with a zipper in the front and that he would leave open at the top.
But before he could get dressed, a sleepy voice said, "You look good enough to eat."
"All part of my evil plan, " Kurt said, turning to Blaine, who looked adorable with sleep-mussed hair, eyes only half open. Kurt went to kiss him, then uncovered his ass to look at the marks yesterday's punishment had left behind. He traced them with his fingers and felt Blaine shiver. Smiling, he said, "Go shower, please. You can put on some clothing for breakfast - there's a smoothie in the fridge for you, please don't eat anything heavier - and then come back here, get naked, bend over the bed and wait for me."
While Blaine was busy, Kurt got dressed and then got the things he needed from the playroom: Cuffs for hands and feet, a black ball gag and, most importantly, a medium-sized dildo with a suction cup. Then, when Blaine was in the bedroom waiting for him, he set everything up in the living room near his desk, the dildo sitting on the floor so that Blaine would be able to sit down on it, a cushion ready for his knees. Kurt would be able to see Blaine but could also pretend to ignore him if he wanted to. Yesterday, after he had sent Blaine away, he had got a good deal of his work done; spurred on by his anger and the need to find out what was going on, he had worked hard and fast. So now, there were only a few corrections left to be done, and he was ready and willing to let himself be distracted by Blaine as much as possible.
In the bedroom, Blaine was kneeling bent over the bed, his cock already half hard. Kurt quickly lathered his fingers in lube and pressed one, than two into Blaine, making him gasp from surprise as well as the sensation. A third finger joined the other two and coaxed him to full hardness; then Kurt pulled his fingers out and carefully slipped a cock ring over Blaine's cock and balls. Orgasm denial was definitely a part of the special brand of torture he had planned today.
As soon as he realized what was going on, Blaine groaned. "I'm really not going to like this, am I?"
"I'm not going to go easy on you, sweetheart. But, knowing you, I think you'll love it. And if you're good, I might let you come later." Kurt chuckled and wiped the lube off his hands, then took Blaine's hand and led him to the living room.
"Kneel and sit down on the dildo, please. You should be stretched enough."
It was a medium-sized dildo after all, not big enough to hurt, but Blaine certainly wouldn't be able to ignore it, either.
When Blaine was situated, Kurt cuffed his hands and feet together and bent down to kiss him.
"You look absolutely wonderful. But one thing is missing. Remember how yesterday you were always asking questions? I brought something to keep you from doing that."
He fastened the ball gag around Blaine's head and then had to discreetly adjust himself in his pants because it looked so hot.
"To safeword, knock on the wall twice. Now, you can watch me work without disturbing me, and hopefully won't get lonely."
He smiled as Blaine whined around the gag, then went to make himself some coffee, acting completely uninterested. As he sat down at his desk to work, though, he kept a careful eye always on Blaine. They hadn't done this before, he had never gagged Blaine, and he wanted to make sure he was alright.
Casually, he opened the zipper on his shirt to about mid-chest and grinned when he saw Blaine's eyes go wide.
Then he spent about ten minutes actually working, erasing and re-drawing parts of his sketches from the night before and in between sucking his pencil to tease Blaine some more.
"Fuck yourself on the dildo, don't stop until I say so," he said offhandedly. "I wouldn't want you to get bored."
He watched for a while as Blaine worked himself up and down on the dildo, watched the muscles on his thighs straining and a light sheen of sweat appear on Blaine's chest and brow. His cock looked as if it wanted to burst the ring around it, and when he finally began to moan, Kurt told him to stop for the moment. Again, he adjusted himself and pretended to work for some time, but soon, he couldn't ignore Blaine's strained breathing and the way his cuffed hands clenched and unclenched behind his back.
"Again," he told Blaine, and when Blaine started fucking himself on the dildo, Kurt turned his chair towards him, sprawled down on it and opened his pants. Blaine's eyes looked as if they wanted to fall out of his head when Kurt began to stroke himself, first under his pants and finally freeing his straining cock. There was no acting unaffected anymore; he was as turned on by the way Blaine looked as Blaine was by him, and when touching himself wasn't enough anymore, he walked over to Blaine, unfastened the ball gag and unceremoniously pushed his cock into Blaine's mouth. Yanking Blaine's head back by the hair, he pushed in further, feeling Blaine nearly choke around him until he managed to control his reflexes.
"You just needed a cock, yesterday, didn't you?" he whispered, though he didn't believe that for a second. "You were just desperate to be fucked."
He fucked a few times into Blaine's mouth until Blaine's eyes started to water and Kurt could hear himself pant over the blood rushing in his head. Then he reluctantly pulled out, because this was as close to humiliation as they'd ever gotten, and he was anxious to see Blaine's reaction.
Blaine was panting, but his bound cock was rock hard, and he was actually chasing Kurt's cock with his mouth. Kurt smiled. It was good he hadn't let himself get carried away, because while it was denial for him, it was denial for Blaine also, as he was by now as desperate for Kurt to come as he was to come himself.
Taking a step back and ignoring Blaine's protesting whine, he tucked himself back into his pants, then went to get a bottle of water and helped Blaine drink something.
"If you promise to be quiet, I won't gag you again. Do you think you can manage that, pet?"
Blaine just nodded, still panting.
"Good boy. I want to hear the delicious sounds you make when you fuck yourself on that dildo some more while I finish my work."
He went back to his desk and his work, listening to Blaine panting and moaning as he obeyed. But when Blaine's thighs began to tremble from the exertion and the sounds he made became labored, Kurt once more opened his pants and went over to Blaine, who stopped riding the dildo and watched him with wide eyes.
Kurt knelt down behind Blaine and unhooked the cuffs around his hands from those on his feet, gently pressing Blaine down until he was resting his forehead on the floor. Then he lubed himself up quickly, shoved Blaine's hands out of the way and pulled the dildo out of Blaine's ass, replacing it with his cock immediately.
"Please, Sir...," Blaine moaned, and Kurt smacked his ass in retribution.
"No talking," he said and proceeded to fuck Blaine as slowly as he could, ignoring his cock that told him to just go for it already and instead voting to torture himself and Blaine some more. But soon he couldn't do it anymore. He was too worked up, and as Blaine's moans had begun to sound desperate, he took pity on him, reached around and pulled off the cock ring. Blaine sobbed in relief, and with just a few strokes to his cock, he came, his ass clenching around Kurt. He gripped Blaine's hips and fucked him hard until he erupted inside him.
Quickly, he uncuffed Blaine's hands and feet and then let them slump to the floor, still slotted together. He kissed Blaine's sweat-matted hair and his back, and decided it was a good thing the room was warm. They would not be moving anytime soon.
After a while, though, the floor became too uncomfortable, and so Kurt reluctantly stood up, helped Blaine to his feet, and tucked him into bed, letting him drink some water while Kurt got a warm washcloth to clean them up.
"How are you feeling?" he asked Blaine, who looked tired but happy.
"So now I'm allowed to talk, am I?" Blaine asked teasingly, and Kurt punched his nipple.
"Ow! No pinching!" Blaine laughed and kissed Kurt, then settled back comfortably into his pillow. "I feel wonderful, Sir."
"Good," Kurt said and hesitated. He didn't want to ruin the afterglow, but there was still something they had to talk about, and while he had Blaine all pliant and happy...
"Now, do you want to tell me what was the matter with you yesterday?"