The huge room was situated to the right of the bed, and held a large sunken tub big enough for three and a fully mirrored wall.

Thomas had stocked the small refrigerator unit against his objections. One of his little surprises was a bottle of Kurt�s favorite wine.

He opened it, poured a full glass and sipped at it as the water ran into the large ceramic tub.

Steam rose around the room, creating an ethereal effect with the glow of the candles he had lit.

Kurt stripped out of his clothes setting the wineglass and bottle on a small shelf, and sank into the bubbled liquid.

He leaned back against the hand fashioned back of the tub and rested his head on the pillowed headrest.

It was hedonistic.

A wicked, sinful extravagance, as Elle would have said.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

He had expected his father to be home, had expected some sort of greeting.

He didn't expect to be left on his own.

But the sinful richness of the bathtub eased a bit of the hurt.

He could enjoy this.

After all he hadn't come home without ulterior motives.

Perhaps this was his payment for it.

Kurt was ashamed to admit that it wasn't Rachel's party or the promise of a family gathering that had drawn him here, as much as the man he knew would arrive sooner or later.

Blaine.

Kurt took a deep breath, flushing once again at the memory of the phone conversation.

He could handle a little sex with him.

It wasn't like he was a virgin.

It was the rest of it that scared the crap out of him.

Blaine didn't go for just sex.

Blaine was wild and kinky and liked to spice things up.

He shuddered, remembering his promise to tie him to his bed and the explicit declaration of what he would do there.

Kurt had never had rough sex, though he admitted, he had never had satisfying sex either.

Not even with Sebastian.

It had never been intense enough, strong enough, fast enough.

The hardest climax of his life had been in that study with Blaine�s fingers thrusting inside his ass.

Kurt had come so hard; his release had been so wet, that even his thighs had been coated with semen.

Lifting the wineglass from the shelf, he sipped at it a bit greedily.

His skin was so sensitive, flushed with arousal, his cock so hard it was a constant reminder of his desires.

Dammit, he should have found a nice, tame Doctor or lawyer to satisfy his lusts with.

Instead he wanted Blaine and Blaine …

Blaine was bad news.

Kurt knew he was bad news.

Had always known it.

He was hedonistic, wicked.

And above all, he liked to dominate.

Blaine wasn't a bully outside the bedroom.

Confident, yes.

He held himself with an air of superiority, that drove Kurt crazy; but he was never a bully.

And Kurt had heard rumors.

Tales of Blaine's preferences: His need for the submission of his partners.

The comments he had made to Kurt over the years only backed up the rumors he had heard.

He trembled at the thought of being dominated by Blaine.

Equal parts fear and excitement thrummed through his veins, his dick, making his nipples hard.

He didn't need this.

Didn't need the desire he was feeling.

Didn't need the broken heart he knew Blaine could give him.

Kurt drained the wine from his glass, realizing the effects of the drink were already beginning to travel through his system.

He felt more relaxed, finally.

He hadn't been this relaxed in months.

Enjoying the sensations, he poured another, hoping he would at least manage a few hours of sleep tonight without dreaming of Blaine.