Continuing on with the five-part series, this time with some D/s!
Very light bondage, barely a mention of actual spanking.
Feeling
Kurt's hands are cold to the touch when they tie Blaine's wrists together, making goosebumps rise on his skin. Blaine's eyes are closed and he lets himself fall, sink deeper into the mattress and simply feel; feel his sir take him and move his limbs and lay him exactly as he wants, with soft palms and quiet sureness.
"Color?" Kurt asks.
Blaine hums and sighs. "Green."
"Count, Blaine."
Blaine nods. He's halfway to the safe, quiet place in his head and his body feels so heavy, drowsy…
"One!" he yelps when pain hits him like a wave crashing on the sand- abrupt yet not unforeseen. Instead of letting the pain jerk him back to alertness, he uses the pain that's crackling through his spine to let go further, shut off any cognitive act.
"Two!" slips through his lips without him noticing. All his energy is focused on the pain rippling, reaching and touching his core. He can't hear over the blood pounding in his ears, but it doesn't matter. All he needs is to feel and count.
"Three!" It seems to Blaine as if the world is swaying, rocking him as he rides the overwhelming feeling.
"Four!"
"Five!"
Then, it's silent.
When he comes to, a hand touches his shoulder. He shivers.
Kurt is touching his hair, stroking the sides of his ribcage, releasing his wrists but holding them together still.
The silence softly, gently crumbles, like sand.
"You were a very, very good boy, Blaine," Kurt says with a breath that hits the shell of Blaine's ear. "All mine, took it so well. Good boy."
Blaine smiles, content in his skin and in Kurt's arms. "Love you."