They descended the stairs into Kurt’s bedroom, hands still clasped together. When they reached the floor, Blaine paused, and Kurt froze beside his Dom while he surveyed the space. “Did your father help you make up the room for tonight?” he asked.

“Yes, Sir,” Kurt replied, “I hope it’s satisfactory. I know he spent quite a lot on the new bed, Sir.” He couldn’t help but add in the expensive detail. Kurt knew he and his father weren’t the wealthiest people in Lima. They weren’t living paycheck to paycheck by any means, but Burt deserved some recognition for spending as much as he had on a bed that would hardly be used. Kurt wasn’t certain, but he had a feeling that the Andersons were much more financially secure. It wouldn’t surprise him if his Dom took the elite furnishings for granted, not out of arrogance, but just from being accustomed to a comfortable life.

“I’ll be sure to thank him,” Blaine said with a smile. “Come sit with me.” He followed Blaine to the bed, climbing up onto the mattress and crossing his legs to sit in front of him, hands in his lap. Kurt waited for the order to remove his clothes. He waited for Blaine to pounce, waited to feel the olive skinned hands mark possessive trails across his body. But Blaine sat quietly, letting the silence stretch between them.

A few minutes had passed before the Dom spoke again, “Kurt, I’m going to ask you a few questions. As your Dom, I feel that we would both benefit from a discussion of few things before we go any further tonight. I expect you to answer me honestly, regardless of how it makes you feel to share. Nothing you tell me right now will earn punishment. Understand?” Kurt swallowed nervously, but nodded his head. What could Blaine possibly want to know?

“Have you ever masturbated or touched yourself for pleasure?” The question was blunt, straight to the point, and Kurt felt himself blushing almost immediately.

“N-no, Sir. I haven’t.”

“Do you have a reason for choosing not to?”

“I… I don’t know, Sir.”

“Be honest with me, Kurt.” Blaine’s tone was serious, an order, “Is there a reason why you’ve never pleasured yourself?”

“I guess I was too embarrassed,” Kurt finally said, dropping his gaze to the black fabric covering the bed, “I’m a sub, and it just didn’t feel like I should do that. I’m supposed to pleasure my Dom, but I never had one, so I just…didn’t do anything. When I thought about doing it, I felt ashamed.” Kurt felt ashamed right now, revealing just how innocent he was. His naivety and inexperience would no doubt slow Blaine’s pleasure tonight. He felt guilty just thinking about it.

Blaine nodded, “I understand. And while I wouldn’t have minded if you pleasured yourself while you were unclaimed, I don’t want you to start making a habit of it now. No one is allowed to touch you without my permission, and that includes yourself. Am I clear?”

“Yes, Sir. Only you can touch me,” Kurt repeated.

“Good.” He paused a moment before asking another question, “Why do you seem set on calling me Sir instead of using my name? I never said you had to.”

There was a beat of silence while Kurt considered the question.

“I’m your subordinate, not your equal. I shouldn’t call you the same thing that friends and family call you. Using your first name seems informal and a little disrespectful, at least so soon after our ceremony…if that makes sense, Sir.” Kurt replied, unsure.

“This is not an order—I want you to feel comfortable addressing me—but know that you have my permission to call me Blaine whenever you feel it’s appropriate. Sir is perfectly fine though, if it’s more natural for you.”

“Thank you, Sir.” Kurt was surprised to hear how willing his Dom was to have Kurt call him by name. The familiarity wasn’t quite there yet, however. Kurt still felt more at ease with the title of respect. Maybe as they spent more time together, he would feel close enough to the other boy to change the way he spoke to him.

“Is there anything you want to ask me? Anything you want to tell me?” Blaine asked. Kurt hesitated, “We’ll be together a long time. If there’s anything you want to know, I’ll be honest with you.” The boy thought about what his Dom had said. He wracked his brain to think of a question, but nothing came to mind.

“I can’t think of anything specific, Sir. I’m sorry.”

“No, don’t apologize. This is a big night, and I’m sure you have a lot going on your pretty little head,” Blaine smiled, reaching out to ruffle Kurt’s hair. The gesture was so affectionate Kurt couldn’t suppress the grin that lit up his face. He slid forward, closing most of the distance between them to nuzzle his head back against Blaine’s hands. Blaine chuckled, the happy sound making Kurt’s heart race. The Dom ran his fingers over the sub’s face, stroking the smooth skin. Kurt closed his eyes and leaned into the touch until his head was nestled comfortably against Blaine’s shoulder.

He relaxed against his Dom’s sturdy frame while Blaine’s hands slowly explored, sliding over his neck, shoulders, and back. When the touch moved below his waist, Kurt shivered. When he felt Blaine’s fingers slip under the waistband of his jeans, his muscles tensed. Blaine pulled his hand away immediately, moving to cup Kurt’s face and guide him back until he was looking into hazel eyes.

“Are you scared? Be honest with me.” Blaine’s voice was gentle but demanding. Kurt swallowed nervously as he nodded, eyebrows drooping in shame. “What about?”

“…that it’ll hurt,” Kurt whispered, “and that I won’t… I won’t be good enough for you, Sir. I’ve never done anything like this, and n-no one ever taught me anything… I don’t know how to… I want to be good for you. I don’t want to be stuck in my house forever, but I can’t go out while I’m still unclaimed, and if I’m not good enough, you won’t want me, Sir…” Kurt sniffled, his eyes stinging as they pooled with a few tears.

“Oh, sweetheart,” Blaine’s face softened, and he pulled Kurt fully into his arms, holding him tight. The boy felt a curious twist in his stomach at the affectionate expression as he settled into the embrace. “You don’t have to worry about me leaving. I’m not going anywhere. I promised to take care of you, and I’m not going to break that promise. You feel this?” Blaine slipped his fingers under Kurt’s collar, giving it a gentle tug, “You’re mine. You are mine, and I will never leave you. You hear me?”

Kurt nodded against Blaine’s chest, “Yes, Sir.”

“You’re inexperienced, and I understand that. I won’t lie to you; some of what happens tonight will be painful. But I promise everything will be okay. I’ll help you through it, and you will be a good boy for me. I know you can do it.” Kurt felt Blaine’s sure, steady fingers stroke through his hair. He was lucky to have a Dom like Blaine, confident and reassuring. His arms wrapped securely around Blaine’s back, pressing himself as close to the warm chest as he could get.

“I will be good for you, Sir,” Kurt murmured into the maroon shirt, “I promise.”

“I know you will, sweetheart.” A pair of lips pressed against his forehead.

“Everything will be fine.”