At around midnight Blaine was leisurely typing out a new powerpoint for his classes for the next day, lounging back in his bed, clad in his plaid boxers and a white t-shirt. His eyes were slowly closing and opening from exhaustion, forcing them open when they'd close to stay awake to finish the last of his work which had taken him hours to complete. He heard his phone vibrating on his bedside table and reached for it with a frustrated grunt, recognizing Kurt's picture on the ID. "Hey, you're up late, what's the matter?" He continued typing, balancing the phone between his ear and his shoulder. He suddenly heard a moan come from a voice on the other end, and nearly dropped the phone onto the bed. He scrambled to keep it up to his ear and listen again, hearing yet another soft groan of desperation come from none other than his boyfriend.

"K-...Kurt? Are you okay?" He choked out.

"Blaine..." A high pitched moan responded.

'Ohmygod...' Blaine thought. Kurt was definitely touching himself, no doubt about it, and Blaine's cock stirred in his jeans as he heard a whine again from the phone, followed by Kurt's breathy voice.

"Blaine, I need you so bad..." Another moan, gradually louder than the first. "I-I can't stop thinking about earlier today..."

'Oh.' Blaine had almost forgot about his earlier actions, what with bending Kurt over his teaching desk and bruising his covered ass with a work binder. But now all the memories flooded back into his mind, and that same ticklish feeling under his skin began, just like it had when he'd finally had enough of Kurt acting up. "Kurt, what are you doing right now?" His voice was cracked, swallowing down a lump as he closed his eyes and felt his face grow warmer.

"Touching my cock, pretending it's your hand instead of mine..." Now Kurt was coaxing him, using that soft sensual voice that melted Blaine into a puddle. But instead of melting, Blaine was growing angrier for some reason, his fist clenched and he swallowed down another lump in his throat as he hummed. "Yeah?" The earlier broken voice was now in a lower octave. "What about now?" Where had his sanity gone? He needs to finish this powerpoint or-...

"Imagining you're fucking me, pinning me down on the bed while you ram your cock into my tight little hole."

Blaine snapped suddenly.

"I need you so bad-."

"Stop."

Kurt's hand stilled where it was wrapped in a tight grip around his cock, breathing fast and uneven from teasing himself for so long before he called Blaine. He stared up at the ceiling, playing Blaine's voice over and over. That 'Stop,' it came from a voice he'd never heard before, and he almost certain it wasn't Blaine's. But it was, and that's what horrified yet intrigued Kurt he most. Something definitely changed within Blaine, such unfamiliar dark arousal in his low, rough command. Kurt waited for Blaine to speak up again, his forehead sweating and hair disheveled from where it tossed and rubbed against the pillows during Kurt's little foreplay for himself.

The silence continued.

He heard a heavy sigh come from Blaine on the other end, and finally that same low voice speak up again.

"Remove your hand from your cock, and put both arms at your sides, Kurt."

Another command. That's when Kurt could feel the radiance of Blaine's domination even through the phone, so as he could only do before he was yelled at for it, he slipped right into his character and responded. "Yes, Mr Anderson."

That sweet, obedient voice was the reason Blaine shoved his hand into his boxers and squeezed the base of his throbbing, erect cock, trying to calm himself from where he nearly tipped over the edge. "Good boy." He murmured, palming himself slowly and closing his eyes as he growled. "How long have you been touching yourself, pet."

Pet. Kurt shivered at the name. He licked his lips and answered back in a less confident voice. "Three hours, Sir..."

Blaine cursed under his breath, the image of Kurt squirming on the sheets of his bed pumping his cock for three hours, and never letting himself tip over the edge. His eyes dilated and teeth gritted together. "I don't remember giving you permission to touch yourself."

Kurt gulped. "I..." Suddenly he felt smaller, as if he wanted to shrink into the sheets himself. Blaine sounded so angry, and surprisingly, his usual confident self was so intimidated by the anger in his tone. "I-I'm sorry, Sir, I didn't know..."

"You didn't know you weren't allowed to touch your body, even though it belongs to me?"

Kurt's body tensed. 'His. My body is his.' Blaine's possessiveness is what finally sunk him into complete submission. It felt like heaven, his body was floating, awaiting any command for Blaine to give. He craved Blaine, just like after his punishment in the classroom, he craved his domination, and craved /Him/. "I'm so sorry, Sir." He croaks out. "It's all yours, I apologize for disobeying you."

'Perfect, utter submission.' Blaine nodded, although knowing that Kurt couldn't see it. "And I forgive you, for now, but from now on, Kurt? Your body belongs to me, and you're only allowed to give yourself pleasure with my permission, no one else's."

Blaine's words plastered into Kurt's mind, sticking like glue as he repeated. "Yes, Mr Anderson. Only your permission, no one else's."

"Good boy." Blaine murmured, beginning to palm himself again. "You may begin to touch yourself again Kurt."

Kurt sighed in relief, immediately reaching to grab his cock again.

"But, you have to kneel on your bed."

Kurt didn't hesitate, he scrambled upwards so the sheets fell off his already stark naked body, putting his phone on speaker and getting onto his knees as he returned his hand to wrap around the base of his cock. "I'm kneeling, Mr Anderson." His voice was of pure desperation, needing to come, needing Blaine to let him release what his body had restrained for three hours.

"Good, start to pump that cock nice and slow for me, pet." Blaine began to stroke himself under his boxers as well, hearing the rustling of the sheets on the other side of the phone was enough to confirm Kurt was on his knees, and he began to stroke his cock gradually faster to the image of Kurt on his knees pleasuring himself while commanding to Blaine's needs. 'Oh this was going to be a wonderful night.' Kurt started to pump his cock in a tight fist, his head was thrown back and his eyes were fluttering closed, the only noises in the room were his soft moans and gasps, and the noises from his hand sliding up and down his throbbing cock at a slow pace.

"Oh Mr Anderson, feels so good, so fucking good..." Kurt groans loud.

"Pick up the pace, baby, pump that cock just like I would."

Kurt complied, tightening his grip and pumping himself faster, his mouth opening into an 'O' shape and face scrunching in pleasure. "Oh god..." He starts stroking faster just by reflect, feeling a tight coil in his lower belly that told him he was close.

"Tell me when you're close, I don't want you to come yet." Blaine tried to make it a command, but it was followed by a groan of Kurt's name, pumping his cock nice and fast to the sound of Kurt moaning and making the most delicious high pitched noises that caused Blaine to moan in response to.

Kurt mentally cursed when told he wasn't allowed to come yet, still stroking himself at the same pace and tight grip, before he felt his thighs trembling and he squeaked. "I'm close, I'm close, Sir..."

"Slow it down, don't you dare fucking come yet."

Kurt whimpered, slowing down his fist over his cock and beginning to tease himself, sliding his hand from the base to the head, sliding his thumb over the head of his cock and spreading the pre-come that had leaked there, causing himself to shiver again. Blaine was close as well, and knew he couldn't last long while teasing Kurt, not with those mewls of pleasure his boyfriend allowed to escape from his mouth. He continued to pump himself at the same pace, though, listening to Kurt's noises grow more pleasurable than desperate.

"Such a good boy for me, you may now speed up." And immediately, Kurt started pumping and bucking his hips into his fist, speeding up his strokes and biting on his bottom lip as the tight coil formed again. "Sir, I can't hold it!"

"Don't come yet, ten more strokes, baby." Blaine's voice was rough from being so close to the edge himself.

"Sir..." Kurt nearly sobbed, squeezing his eyes closed again as he stroked once, twice, three times, slowing them down as his hips bucked into his fist, toes curled, and body began to shake with need for release. "I-I can't please..."

"Keep going, unless you don't want to come at all."

Kurt whined, if he didn't release at all that night, he would explode. He obeyed and tried his best to hold back his orgasm, teetering over the edge as he continued stroking. Four times, five times, six times, seven times... He nearly fell over, gasping and squeezing at the base of his cock as he leaked come onto the sheets, but still he was building up. His teeth broke the skin of his lip and he began to bleed just slightly as he pumped eight times, nine times, ten...

Blaine's eyes flew open as he heard a scream come from his phone speaker, and as he heard his name through that high pitched shrill, he shouted as his cock twitched and came hard over his fingers, drenching them as he tipped finally over the edge. It took him a few seconds to calm down, the adrenaline still rushing through his veins as he let go of his over-sensitive cock and focused on his submissive on the other line.

"Kurt?"

Kurt had barely enough time as he reached his tenth stroke before his body fell apart completely. First, he led out a high pitched scream of Blaine's name as his body fell over the edge. His body began to shake violently and he grasped onto the sheets in front of him as he bent over. He came harder than he ever had before, drenching the bed sheets, and gasping for air.

It was exhilarating.

Never before had he had these types of aftershocks post-orgasm, his cock twitching and body continuing to tremble as he collapsed onto the sheets on his stomach and exhaled out a shaky sigh. But even as his exhausted, dominated body collapsed, he still had a remaining grin on his lips as he grabbed the phone with a trembling hand, hearing Blaine's worried voice on the other end. He rolled over onto his back and rested his hand on his tummy as he whispered. "That was the best phone sex, ever."

Blaine was relieved as he heard Kurt's breathless voice on the other end respond, and let out a tiny chuckle. "Oh yeah? I thought so too, I think I'll have to buy new bedsheets." Kurt paused and wiggled his body, feeling a wet spot under him and groaning. "Shit, me too, these were egyptian cotton I'll never get these come stains out."

They both paused now, biting their lips and bursting into laughter. Blaine sighed and grinned as he turned on his side and shook his head, taking a moment. "I...I don't know what's happening to me Kurt I-...that wasn't me who was commanding you on the phone it's like...it's like this sex demons soul just enters me and I go crazy."

"I know, I can tell. You're much different suddenly...but honestly, Blaine? I love it... Can I meet you after school tomorrow and we can talk about it? I'm too tired to think right now."

Blaine smiled softly. "Of course we can, I love you so much, baby."

"I love you too." Kurt whispers, and before he hands up giggles. "Thanks for the phone sex."

When the call ended with a beep, Blaine laughed to himself before turning off his lamp light and setting his laptop at the edge of the bed, planning to finish his much delayed work early in the morning. Whatever was happening to himself, as long as Kurt liked it, they could discuss what role it would play in their relationship. He needed to control his dominating side of him, or else things could get out of hand. He barely recognized himself when he seeped into that dark mindset, and didn't want to startle Kurt at any moment in time.

'We'll figure it out tomorrow.' Blaine closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep, his cheeks returned back to a normal olive skinned color, and his body came completely un-tense as it slumped into the mattress of the bed.