He had climaxed with Kurt, but it wasn't enough.

He needed to be buried inside him, feeling him, tight and hot, enclosing him with his satin heat.

But he knew the fight wasn't finished.

Accepting the pain-filled pleasure would be the easy part for Kurt.

Submitting to him would be the hard part. Giving in to Blaine, no matter what he asked of him, no matter what he demanded for his sexual pleasure, would be the real fight.

One he looked forward to.

Blaine knew Kurt better than he knew himself.

He knew from Burt's admission of the books he had found, what turned him on. It wasn't the pain; it was the domination, the submission into the sexual extremes that he craved.

Kurt wanted to fight.

He wanted to be vanquished, and Blaine wanted to give it to him.

Blaine pulled Kurt against him, luxuriating in the warmth of his body, his very presence.

Blaine had dreamed of this for so long. He knew the moment he met Kurt that he held a part of him that no other man ever could.

The thought of it had tormented Blaine, yet racked him with lust.

Back then Blaine was just starting to explore his dominant side and Kurt had been like an angel, so pale and beautiful. But above all incredibly innocent.

And so Blaine had developed an unhealthy fascination with him even thought he knew he couldn't have him, that his needs where simply to dark for someone like Kurt.

Blaine had stayed away, until Rachel's wedding, that moment had brought a new kind of torture for Blaine, now he wasn't just thinking about Kurt all the time but he actually got to see him, to be near him.

At first it nearly drove Blaine crazy.

Not just the fact of having him at arms reach, but because Kurt always seemed to be pissed at Blaine, It was as if the sexual desire they felt for one another, decided that if they weren't fucking they might as well do something when they were together in a room, so they fought all – the - time.

And it always got worse when Blaine brought a date with him. He had done it at the beginning in an attempt to forget the temptation Kurt represented, but watching him all jealous and flustered over it, made Blaine incredibly hard, so he had showed up to the parties with every single gay friend he had, and some straight ones, like Wes, that until this day didn't forgive him for forcing him to go to Rachel's Thanksgiving party with him as his lover.

And just when he was about to give up and go live in Island or some faraway place like that, because he couldn't have Kurt, and his poor dick was about to fall off for being in a constant state of arousal.

Their little fight in Rachel's study had happened.

And that day had been glorious, not just because he had finally kissed Kurt or touched his magnificent cock; it had been that day after nearly two years of agonizing pain that Blaine had noticed Kurt�s submissive nature.

How he hadn't noticed before, well Blaine put all the blame, on the fact that he was head over heels for Kurt, and unlike all of his others submissive partners Kurt was more in control that anyone Blaine had ever seen.

But ever since that day Blaine felt like he had every right in the world to stake a claim over Kurt. And in the past months, that need had grown worse. He lived and breathed daily with the need for him. It was like a fever burning his loins that he couldn't escape.

And now he had him.

And by Valentine's night, Kurt will have his final lesson, all of his erotic dreams would be fulfilled; and he would know who mastered his body and his heart.

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Kurt was sore.

His entire body throbbed, protesting his wakefulness. The muscles of his legs were stiff and burning, his arms and even his nipples were aching.

"Open your eyes, baby. We have to remove the plug and you need a hot bath." Blaine's voice was firm, brooking no refusal.

Kurt�s eyes snapped open, his head turning to Blaine, his eyes focusing on the savage features of his face.

"You left that thing in me?" he bit out incredulously.

Blaine arched a single brow.

"Your ass was tight, Kurt. It needs to accustom itself to stretching before you'll ever be able to take my cock there."

Kurt heart slammed into his ribs.

"Go to the bathroom, then come back here. If you try to remove it yourself, I'll tie you back down and leave you there the rest of the day."

He meant it. Kurt saw his determination in the hard lines of his face.

"Take it out first," he said instead.

Blaine shook his head. "Do as I say, Kurt. I have a reason for my demands, baby."

Kurt frowned, but he knew he did not want to experience the torture of being tied down and frothing with need.

And he knew Blaine would make him froth.

He would torture Kurt, then leave him to suffer in his arousal, and Kurt wasn't ready to take that chance yet, not after last night.

So he rose from the bed, walking gingerly to the bathroom. After relieving his most pressing need, he brushed his teeth and washed his face then returned to the bedroom.

His stomach rolled with nerves, wondering how Blaine planned to continue the sensual torture he had started last night.

"On your knees." He nodded to the bed, standing beside it, in sweatpants and sporting an erection that resembled a weapon.

Blaine�s cock was the largest Kurt had ever seen, nearly as thick as his wrist, with a bulging, flared head that made his mouth water at the sight. And by god Kurt was dying to see it again, to taste it.

He went to the bed, assuming the position he knew Blaine wanted. He trembled as Blaine�s hand caressed the cheeks of his rear. His fingers ran down the crease of his ass until he gripped the plug, pulling it slowly, gently, free of his bottom.

"Stay still," Blaine ordered him before he could move.

"Under your cabinet are some personal supplies I bought for you. From now on you will use them whenever I tell you to do so. Understood?"

"Yes," he whispered, feeling his Dick throb, slick pre come moistening the head as Blaine ran his hands over his ass.

"I'm not going to fuck you now because to be honest, I don't think I can be gentle. But I need relief, baby."

Blaine moved around the bed then, turning him as he faced Kurt, his pelvis aiming at his mouth.

Kurt didn't think, didn't review any rules for this situation. His mouth opened and closed over the fabric of Blaine�s pants, his lips pressing hard against the thick width of his cock, his tongue reaching out to lick and wet the straining cloth, as he made noises of animal hunger in his throat.

"Jesus Christ." Blaine shoved his pants down his hard thighs. His cock was so close to Kurt that he couldn't see it clearly, but his nose brushed the heat, smelled the animal musk of him.

"Open up, Baby."

Kurt barely had his lips parted before Blaine shoved into his mouth, stretching his lips as wide as he�d remembered, as he'd craved.

Blaine seated himself deep, and then stopped, holding his cock against the back of Kurt�s throat, moving it slightly, as if he were rubbing it against him. Kurt gagged, and Blaine�s fingers stroked his throat, soothing him, and then the gagging desire was gone, though he pushed in deeper, against his tonsils.

"You want to take me deep, don't you? In your throat, in your ass. You want me everywhere."

Tears were filling Kurt�s eyes now, for the pleasure and truth were coming together, tearing him apart. He couldn't see through them, in the literal or figurative sense, so he simply tilted his head more, giving himself up to this moment.

Blaine withdrew slightly, then moved back in. Kurt stroked him with his lips, just wanting to taste him, feel him. He wanted Blaine so much, he didn't knew where to start, so he simply licked him with his tongue, sucked on him to get that taste, that scent in his mouth, his throat, his nose, wherever he could keep it.

He imagined the earth of a humid jungle would smell like this, exotic and mysterious, brutal and honest.

One of Blaine�s hands gripped his cock, to assure he didn't give Kurt more than he could take, the other twisted in his hair. The sharp bite of pain had Kurt�s mouth tightening around Blaine�s cock, his throat working on the head as he cried out in pleasure.

Blaine wasn't willing to prolong his own pleasure this morning though. He thrust in and out of Kurt�s mouth with deep, hard strokes, holding him still as he groaned repeatedly at the pleasure Kurt was bringing him.

Then, he felt Blaine�s cock jerk, throb, and the pulse of his sperm filling his mouth as Blaine cried out his release.

Blaine was breathing hard when he pulled back from Kurt, his cock was still engorged, still ready for him, but he did nothing more.

"Go bathe, Kurt, before I do something neither of us is ready for. Come down to breakfast when you're finished."

Kurt stood up, watching Blaine fight for control

"Is Father home?" he asked

"Not yet." Blaine shook his head. "He'll be back the night before the party. You're mine until then, Baby. Can you handle it?"

Kurt eyes narrowed at his tone of voice, the suggestion that he couldn't.

"I can handle you any day of the week." Damn his mouth, Kurt groaned as the words poured from his lips.

Blaine�s lips quirked. They both knew better

"We'll see." He nodded. "Go bathe. I'll lay out what I want you to wear this morning. The servants have been given the rest of the week off as well, so there's just you and me for a while."

Kurt bit his lip. He wasn't certain if that was a good thing or not.

"Go." Blaine indicated the bathroom door. "Come downstairs when you're ready."

An hour later Kurt walked down the spiraling stairs, barefoot and wearing more clothes than he thought Blaine would lay out for him but decidedly less than he wanted to wear

The long, silk robe made him feel incredibly sexy. It covered his body but I was cut low enough that it made him feel a bit indecent. There were no boxers included, but the black silk shielded that fact. Kurt would have been uncomfortable in something Blaine could have seen right through.

His note had stated that he would await him in the kitchen, and there he was. Dressed in those incredibly sexy sweat pants that hung low on his hips and nothing else, his thick black hair still damp, curly and looking sexier than any man had a right to look.

And he was smiling at Kurt.

Even his eyes were filled with a lazy, comfortable expression as he set two plates of eggs, bacon and toast beside full coffee cups.

"Breakfast is ready, you're right on time." He pulled Kurt�s chair out, indicating that he should sit.

Kurt took his seat gingerly, the soreness of his muscles was much better, but his thighs and rear were still tender.

"Sore?" Blaine brushed a kiss over Kurt�s clothed shoulder, causing him to jerk in startled reaction.

Kurt turned his head, looking up at Blaine as he straightened and moved to his own chair.

"A little." Kurt cleared his throat.

"It will get easier," he promised. "Now eat. We'll talk later, after you've been fed."

"Listen, Blaine I really think…"

"Kurt, later, after breakfast ok?"

"Fine"

Breakfast, despite Kurt�s initial misgivings, was filled with laughter. Blaine was comfortable and his easy humor began to show.

His dry wit kept Kurt chuckling and the wicked sparkle in his eyes kept his body sizzling, kept him anticipating later, praying he would fuck him or let him go.

The longer Blaine waited, the hotter Kurt got

He didn't know if he would survive it much longer.

But what shocked Kurt the most was how fast they could go from fighting all the time to being this comfortable around each other. Apparently kinky sex made wonders for a strained relationship.

Finally, after the dishes were finished, Blaine drew him through the house into the comfortable living room.

A fire crackled in the corner of the room where a large, thick pillow mattress had been laid.

"Sit down, we need to talk." Blaine drew him down on the mattress, then onto his back as he lay beside him

"Ok, ask me whatever you want."

"Why now?" Kurt bit his lip slowly, he needed to know

"I got tired of waiting, you see Kurt I've tried really hard to make you show on your own that you want me as much as I do. But you are almost as stubborn as me so I thought about this and …"

"Tying me to my bed was best course of action?" Kurt said mockingly

"Actually yes, you see Kurt every time we are together you have the need to piss me off and run away as fast as you can, so I decided that talking to you wouldn't work, so maybe showing you that your body and your pleasure belongs to me was the right thing to do"

Ok, so Blaine was fucking insane.

The way he said this like it was the most normal thing in the world was kind of scary and made him wonder if Blaine was like this with all his lovers.

"So let me get this straight, you got tired of one of your boy toys and decided that I was somehow a submissive, so in that little brain of yours that meant that you had the right to tie me to the bed, couldn't you just ask me out or something?"

"would you have said yes?"

Blaine was right he wouldn't have, he was honestly scared of Blaine, scared of all the things he apparently could make him do.

" Do you know it's often the men who are strongest in public that most desire a man's Mastery behind closed doors, Kurt?"

Kurt shook his head, in protest or denial he couldn't say.

"You have this overwhelming desire to surrender, to submit to a man strong enough to Master you. It's like an aphrodisiac to the man who senses it. I know the exact moment I recognized it in you. It was like a punch in the gut. Or a light bulb going on."

Kurt heard the smile in his voice, and cold fingers gripped his vitals. Just by speaking the word, he had evoked the memory.

A memory Kurt had replayed over and over in his mind, not understanding why it was so fascinating to him.

But Blaine had known, and now so did him, despite his strongest desire to deny it.

"I know you remember it." Blaine�s voice took him back with him to the uncomfortable recollection. "I know I do. I've relived it every day since it happened. It led us to this moment. Didn't it?"

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Blaine had come back from the dinner early, ostensibly to make a couple of phone calls, but there was always the possibility that he would see Kurt and could spar with him for a few enjoyable moments.

It made him frown, though, knowing he would find him in Rachel�s office.

Kurt had been working incredibly hard to put together Rachel twenty six birthday Party, a whole weekend celebration in honor of his sister. It was until now a success, but somehow Kurt had missed dinner and was on the study making last minute arrangements for the party.

It had made Blaine angry. Knowing he didn't take good care of himself, Kurt didn't normally eat much and missing a whole meal couldn't be good for him.

He rounded the corner, his peripheral vision sharpened so he could see if Kurt was in the office. The door was open, the desk light on. And he was standing on top of Rachel�s desk.

Kurt hadn't taken off his shoes, and Blaine assumed it was to give him extra height to reach his objective, though he shuddered to think about him stepping on Rachel�s unstable wheeled office chair in those boots.

He detoured. Determining in a few strides what Kurt was doing, he quickened his pace.

Apparently a bulb had burned out in the incandescent ceiling lighting Rachel preferred to fluorescent. Anal-retentive plague that Kurt was, he was changing it himself, rather than waiting for a servant with solid shoes and a ladder do it tomorrow. Kurt was on the ball of one foot, the other off the ground, straining, his chest clearly outlined against the fabric of his gray turtleneck.

The ceiling was too high for Kurt to use one hand to steady his upper body, and as he worked to free the panel over the light fixture, he was precariously balanced.

When it came free with a jerk, he overbalanced.

Blaine got there in time to clamp his hands on his slim hips, his palms curled over the hipbones, his fingers on the soft curves.

"What are you doing? Get down from there."

Kurt was flustered, and Blaine didn't often get to see that. He backed out of Blaine�s hold, and he nipped the panel from Kurt�s fingers, taking it to the floor.

"I'm trying to change a light bulb."

"I can see that. Get down."

"I just need to—"

"Get. Down. Now."

Instead of coming back with another sharp retort, Blaine saw something incredible happen.

A moment of confusion.

Nervous tension.

Something came over him, too, an instinct, and the remarkable feeling that a door had just swung wide open.

And he wanted to test it.

"You heard me, Kurt," Blaine said softly. "Come here. Now."

It was a long moment.

Then Kurt shifted his gaze away from Blaine, down, and moved toward his reaching hands, his neck and cheeks flushed.

Still reeling from the revelation, he almost missed his cue, but he recovered in time to take Kurt�s elbow as he reached down for him.

Blaine gripped his waist and Kurt put his hands after a brief hesitation on his shoulders, curiously docile as Blaine lifted him clear of the chair, pushing it out of his way, and lowered him to the floor.

It was a moment before he found his voice, and he managed to make it gentle, since Kurt was blinking at him with the startled look of a deer, not anything like the Kurt he knew.

"Are you aware of the fact you could have broke that pretty Little neck of yours?"

Blaine saw the snap as the spell was broken. Kurt even took a defensive step back, looked around himself, and that familiar disdain and faint irritation took over his features.

"Everything was under control, Anderson, I knew what I was doing."

"Oh, yeah. That was definitely an expert maneuver." He flicked a hand out, caught a loose lock of Kurt�s hair, enjoyed his look of shocked anger at the casual familiarity.

"I know you think you have to live up to your Cyborg image, but you don't have to be and do everything yourself, you know."

Blaine actually saw a split second of hurt at the nickname that was used too often for Kurt not to have overheard it countless times before. It made Blaine angry with his clumsiness. And with him, for being so worthy of the name, but only in how he closed himself off to any advances of affection or friendship.

"You delegate tasks to your assistants. Why can't you let other people help you with things?" He let his concern for him show, hoping to amend that inadvertent barb.

"Damn it, if you'd fallen, there'd have been no one to see you fall."

"That's the plan," Kurt said dryly. "It�s better to fall on your ass when no one's looking."

Some of the spunk was returning, but in the shift of his eyes, Blaine saw he knew something significant had happened.

He wondered if Kurt understood what he had revealed, if he even knew it about himself.

The thought brought out a fierce possessiveness in him, a desire to crush anyone who could take advantage of such a sweet gift.

Blaine had enjoyed the many faces and forms of sex, and having an excess of alpha in his personality, he'd always left the natural Dominant in him take over with his casual lovers.

The idea of exercising it in a less casual mode with the man who'd become his obsession was so intoxicating he had a hard time keeping his cock settled in his trousers. Fortunately, Kurt chose that moment to distract him.

"Fine." he tossed his head, presented him with a bulb from the desktop.

"You want to do maintenance, here's your chance. And don't worry. I'll stand right here and catch you if you fall."

Typical Kurt. In the time he'd had two thoughts; he'd marshaled his defenses and reorganized his strategy.

Blaine grinned at him, fast and reckless, enjoying him, and his look of startled surprise at his reaction. He became less amused and more absorbed as Kurt�s gaze lingered on his mouth, changing the look in his eyes.

Testing, he took the bulb from his fingers and had to grasp it quickly to keep from losing it as he did his best to let go before Blaine touched his fingers.

"Careful, don't drop it," Kurt admonished, a snap to his voice.

Blaine gave him an even look, toed off his shoes and slid onto the desk.

His height helped him reach the bulb with a few inches to spare, and he unscrewed it and put in the new one, blinking as it came to life in his eyes.

"Jesus, Kurt, you could have turned off the light first." He took the panel from him and replaced it.

"Then how would I know the bulb worked while I was up there?"

He looked down and found him staring at his feet.

"What?"

"You…" His lips pressed together, and then he saw a corner curl up in a tiny, shy, totally out-of-character smile. "You have a hole in your sock."

He sat back down on the desk, brought one leg to the floor and put his ankle on his knee, blinking around the flash image still popping within the spectrum of where he focused his vision. There was in fact a tiny hole worn just over his big toe. Not big enough to push through, or notice when he got dressed this morning.

"So I do." He looked up at Kurt, at the unusual expression on his face. "What is it?"

"I just never think of you as someone with holes in his socks."

"Come here." Before Kurt could evade him, he caught his hand, tugged him over. As he did, he put both feet on the floor so he was eased between his thighs. He took his fingers and carefully raised one of his thighs over his own, so Kurt could see what he had seen when he stood on the desk.

A tiny stain on his incredibly tight pants, starting just above the knee.

"And I don't think of you as someone with stains on his clothes."

Kurt looked up at him, but the rest of his body didn't move.

He was suddenly as still as a wild animal again, and Blaine was even more aware of the feel of skin and silky fabric beneath the pads of his fingers.

His hand shifted, slipped up several more inches beneath his sweater and encountered the silky skin of his waist.

Kurt�s scent filled his senses.

But he jerked back as though Blaine had slapped him when his fingers touched his skin.

Moved back so quickly he twisted his ankle and would have stumbled if Blaine hadn't straightened just as fast and caught him by the waist, a touch he threw off as soon as he regained his balance.

"i am not one of your whores, Blaine. Go get yourself a one-night stand from a club like a regular guy."

Blaine seized him by the elbow and whipped him around so fast that the shock was still in his face when Blaine put him up against the wall and his body against his.

His fully aroused body.

Kurt felt perfect, his hot little body rubbing against his own as he squirmed. It fulfilled his intention to let him know how he affected him.

"If you're going to flirt," he snapped. "Expect to get a response."

"I wasn't flirting." Kurt shoved at him. Panic flickered across his face as he realized what Blaine already knew, that he was ineffective against Blaine�s strength.

Though Kurt tried to mask it, he felt his shiver down through his legs and arms.

"Let go of me."

It registered like another fist in the gut.

The trembling of his body, the emotion in his face, the wonder and desire followed by the panic and confusion.

Blaine was a very sexually experienced man. Enough to recognize a partner with almost none.

It was the shock of the truth, that made him go crazy. That made him Kiss Kurt deeply, and touch him until he had him coming on his hand and panting like crazy on his arms.

It was the idea of being the only one that made Kurt come as hard and as fast as that night that had been driving Blaine crazy for years now.