Blaine�s fingers sent tingling jolts of pleasure down Kurt�s neck as he drew short lines on the soft skin just above his robe.

"That you craved your lover's Mastery. And to a man like me that was burning for you from day one there was no way I was going to settle for less than total possession. So here we are."

This was not going like Kurt had expected at all.

"Your face is an open book to me, baby. I get what you're thinking. We need to talk about what dominance is and isn't."

"It's a power play, pure and simple" Kurt said, sitting up and staring into the fire as he ran the fingers of one hand through his hair.

"It is about power—but it's mostly yours. I can only take what you're willing to give. This isn't to inflate my ego. It's to form a bond. We'll test our trust every day. And each time I respect your boundaries, yet push you until you're satisfied mentally, emotionally, and sexually, our bond deepens." Blaine took his hand lovingly.

Some part of Kurt wanted to believe him. In fact, it ached for such a relationship with him.

How goddamn dangerous was that?

"That's crap." Kurt snatched his hand back and crossed his arms over his chest.

"Have a lot of experience with Dominance and submission, do you?" Blaine arched a brow at him. "Just give me until Rachel�s party and if after this week you decide that this isn't something you will enjoy on a daily basis, I will never bring this up again. Ok? "

"Ok?" Kurt looked at Blaine incredulous "Blaine how in the world can this be ok?"

"I want you, and you clearly want me to, why do you have to over think everything? Why can you just be honest with yourself for a moment?"

"FINE … I will admit that there are things I evidently like, that you enjoy doing. But I need to know about what are you talking here? How far are you going to go?"

Blaine propped his head on his hand, regarding him with a curious expression.

"I can give you whatever you want, anything you want. But I have my own needs, and they will have to be satisfied as well."

"Such as?" Kurt asked him, keeping his voice low, stilling the tremor that threatened to shake it.

"I like toys, Kurt. I like using them, and I'm dying to use them on you. I like spanking you, watching your pretty ass turning red. I like hearing you scream because you don't know if it hurts or if it's the pleasure killing you. I want to see your eyes filled with dazed pleasure as I push your limits."

Ok, so Blaine laid it out for him pretty well, Kurt thought with an edge of silent mockery, and still didn't answer a damned thing.

"How far will you go?" Kurt asked him again.

"How far will you let me go?" Blaine countered him.

Kurt had a feeling he would have few limits, but he wasn't willing to tell him that.

"You evidently have plans. I'd like to know what they are."

Blaine sighed. "Some things are better left up to the pleasure of the moment. Let's wait and see what happens."

Kurt licked his lips in nervousness and took a deep, hard breath.

"Does it concern other men?" he finally asked.

Blaine�s eyes lit up in arousal or anger, Kurt really didn't know.

He lowered his head to his knees. God, he didn't know if he could do THAT.

"You heard about that, didn't you, Kurt?" Blaine moved behind him, sitting up to pull him against him as he whispered the words in his ear.

"That was a long time ago baby, I no longer share what�s mine. But I do want to show you off, I want people to see how beautiful you are when you submit to your deepest desires, I have everything planned. Just settle down, and we'll take it step by step."

Kurt was fighting to control his breathing, his heart rate. He was terrified of Blaine, and of himself, because he actually wanted this.

"I can't, if someone found out …"

"As long as it's consensual, nothing else matters, Kurt, that's the key point. You have to enjoy it; otherwise, it brings me no pleasure. Your pleasure is most important, baby. What you want, what you need."

Blaine�s hands were at his abdomen, softly stroking the nervous muscles there. His lips brushed over his shoulder, his neck.

"I don't want a toy, Kurt," Blaine promised him.

"Or a partner who doesn't know his mind and speak up accordingly. But in the bedroom, that is where I want the man I know you are. If you want to fight me, then fight, it will only make your submission much sweeter. If you want to be tied down and raped, let me know. All of it, I can give you and enjoy. But if you ever reach a limit, you have to tell me. If I ever suggest something you don't want or can't handle, then you have to speak up. And after that, unless you ask for it, it will never be approached again."

Kurt lifted stood up on shaky feet, not trusting himself to be near Blaine when asking this question.

"And when you're tired of me?" he asked softly.

"What if you grow tired of me first?" Blaine asked him then. "It goes both ways, Kurt. If we can't give the other what they need, then there's no point in going on. Do you agree?"

Kurt�s hands clenched at his sides. "I agree, but just for this week" he whispered.

"There are no rules, Kurt. But from this point on, no means no. If you don't want it, then you say the word. Understand?"

Kurt nodded nervously.

"Now come here sweetheart" he said with a smile, though his gaze was hot, wickedly lustful.

Kurt wanted him so badly. He was dying for him, his body shaking with arousal.

By the time Kurt lay down next to Blaine his blood was on fire, He felt the pressing need to close his eyes in an attempt to suppress all the need he was feeling, but when Blaine moved closer to him, and feathered his mouth over his.

Kurt simply gave up, grabbing Blaine�s arms; he deepened the kiss, his tongue like a butterfly, fleeting, flitting, elusive.

God Blaine was dying, kissing Kurt was … amazing, he tasted like vanilla and pure sin.

He made him so fucking hard.

Blaine took control and unleashed the force of his kiss on Kurt, past his lips, into that gorgeous mouth, to tangle his tongue with his in a sensuous dance.

He demanded.

Took.

Followed the clues Kurt gave him, those little gasps and shivers that told him what he wanted.

Then he delivered.

Still eating at his mouth, Blaine grabbed his wrists and clasped them together with one unyielding hand at the top of his head. He bracketed his thighs with his own and pressed against him—chest, belly, hips.

Holding him completely immobile.

Kurt gasped, and Blaine swallowed the sound with another kiss.

Fuck, yeah.

His body shook with the need to strip him bare, fuck him mindless, master him utterly.

As brutally sexy images flooded his mind and his flavor intoxicated him, Kurt wiggled one hand free and slipped it between them, wrapping his fingers around his cock.

And then he gripped.

Need tore through Blaine.

He gritted his teeth, swallowing back a hiss… and shoved Kurt�s hand above his head once more.

Kurt was accustomed to taking charge. He wouldn't cede control to him easily, but he was determined to get his submission.

He relished a good challenge. And he wasn't going to quit until Kurt surrendered completely.

"Don't stop," Kurt whispered, raising his hips, sliding his hard cock against Blaine�s.

Blaine let go of Kurt�s hands and push himself up, hovering over Kurt, his stare drilling into him. "I'm going to take you today."

"I know."

"Repeatedly," he vowed.

Kurt�s breath caught.

Desire branded Blaine�s masculine face as he ripped Kurt's robe open and his hot palm caressed Kurt�s chest, the curve of his hip, before settling inside his thigh avoiding his cock and skating heart-stoppingly close to his asshole.

And then he stopped.

As Kurt strained toward Blaine, his ache ratcheted up.

Blaine seemed to know exactly what drove him mad.

He slid back onto the bed after getting rid of his pants, over Kurt�s body, balancing most of his weight on his knees and elbows. Then he settled right between Kurt�s thighs, chest to chest, belly to belly, lips inches apart.

Blaine eclipsed the rest of the room, leaving Kurt nowhere to look but at him. His stare melted into Kurt�s.

He wasn't doing anything yet, but Kurt already felt breathless, overwhelmed.

With a dip of his head, he covered his mouth with his own, a firm press, a gentle demand.

Kurt opened to him, and Blaine sank in with a groan that lit him up and sizzled all the way to his toes.

His tongue curled around Kurt�s, holding him a willing captive to his seduction.

Just as he opened wider, Blaine edged away, nipped at his lip, drizzled kisses down his neck so sweetly that Kurt moaned and shuddered, clung to him and arched.

A mix of thrill and foreboding zipped through Kurt.

God, Blaine made him shiver.

Blaine eased down his body and latched onto his nipples. Kurt gasped. They'd always been sensitive, but now? He nipped, sucked, licked, scraped, laved until Kurt threaded his hands over Blaine�s head, grabbing his beautiful hair in his fists.

Kurt wailed the sound high-pitched and desperate. Blaine didn't stop, just worked his palms farther down Kurt�s body as his mouth worshipped one nipple, then the other, over and over.

The ache between his legs ramped up again. Kurt arched toward Blaine as more moisture seeped from his cock.

He was so dam hard.

Just as hard as Blaine was, but he appeared to ignore his erection and merely continued his single-minded, voracious devouring of Kurt�s nipples. They swelled, turned tingly-sore, felt so, so hard that it was a pleasure in itself. Still, he didn't let up, didn't veer.

With every lick and nuzzle he fell a bit more under Blaine�s spell.

"Oh God. Damn! Blaine… please." Kurt clamped onto his bulging biceps, his short nails digging into his skin.

Blaine shuddered and sucked harder.

"I love you body baby." He lapped at the stiff points, taking turns making them even more rigid, more sensitive. "I'm never going to get enough."

"You're killing me."

"But you like it." It wasn't a question; he knew.

"They will be sore tomorrow," Blaine murmured like that pleased him.

"And every time your shirt brushes these beautiful, swollen nipples, you'll think of me."

Blaine smiled against his skin and bit down tenderly on the rigid tip.

And Kurt�s arousal surged, so close to the edge . . .

He panted as lightning pulsed on his cock, leaving him on the edge of orgasm.

"What are you doing to me?"

"Making love to you baby, after all this is going to be our first time, I have to make a good first impression." He grinned.

Kurt wanted to hate him for saying those words, but he needed this climax more.

Blaine had made sure of that, pressed and pushed and tempted him until he had nowhere to hide, nothing to do but beg with his body and incoherent words.

Lips parted, breath held, he waited for Blaine to suck his nipple into his mouth again.

But he didn't.

He stared instead, his eyes gleaming like a predator about to move in for the kill.

Apprehension jammed in Kurt�s throat.

No matter how much his body wanted this, he couldn't lie back helplessly and allow him to call all the shots.

He'd overwhelm him. Consume him.

Kurt swallowed down his need and reached out to him, wrapped his fingers around his thick cock.

Blaine�s whole body jolted as if he'd been shocked. But surprise charged through Kurt as well. Blaine was so big and alive in his hand, full of life, pulsing.

Velvety hard.

Addicting.

Blaine gritted his teeth. His shoulders tensed, fists clenched. Oh, yeah. he'd put him on the edge, and a thrill shivered through Kurt. But damn, driving him to the brink was driving him closer to his own.

"Kurt . . ."

"I want you." Slowly, he stroked his hand up and down the long shaft, thumb brushing the slightly slick tip, then cascading down the sensitive underside.

Blaine strong jaw worked, as if trying to speak was beyond him.

Kurt smiled. �

This was more like it. Now he was in control. After all, why should he be the only one undone tonight?

"That feel good to you?" Kurt sat up and purred against his chest. Then he slid his free hand under his testicles, cupping, rubbing, gently kneading. He definitely had Blaine's attention, especially when he spread kisses across his collarbones, down his pectorals. Blaine tensed. Kurt tongued his nipple, turning up the heat.

"Yeah. It does, doesn't it?"

In his hand, Blaine's cock stiffened even more—along with his whole body. "Fuck."

Kurt gave him a throaty laugh and pumped him faster in his hand, licked furiously at his nipple, reveling in sweet victory rippling through him.

But it was short-lived.

Blaine grabbed his wrist and thrust it away from his cock, then drew in a shuddering breath.

Threading his fingers through Kurt�s hair, he wrapped the thick strands in his fist, tugging just hard enough to snap his head back… and force him to take his heavy stare.

His expression was nothing short of a silent, sensual warning.

Uh-oh.

"we don't play by your rules any more sweetheart"

Blaine reached to the floor and grabbed something that disappeared into his hand.

A second later, he flipped open the cap of a lube bottle with his teeth. Single-handedly, he coated his cock whit it, starting at the angry tip of the heavy head prodding at his belly insistently, all the way down to the root surrounded by dark hair.

Anticipation and anxiety lanced through Kurt, tightening his stomach. God knew how far Blaine was going to push him. Yet he was beyond aroused, ready to feel Blaine stretching him, getting deep, stroking slow, giving them both mind-bending pleasure.

With a growl, Blaine pushed him on his belly. Kurt bounced against the pillows once before he was on him, sliding against his ass, his lips at his ear.

"I'm going to get so deep inside you, honey. You'll give me all of you, and I'll give you everything you need."

His words made Kurt fear he'd settle for nothing less than his soul.

Then his thoughts scattered as Blaine began to penetrate him.

"You are so tight baby I am dying to see your sweet ass all raw and open after this, after I fuck you so hard, and come inside you so many times that you will be leaking my come, that won't be able to sit down without remembering me inside you"

He didn't even prepare him but it didn't matter, Kurt was so turned on that the added pain only made the pleasure bigger, sweeter.

Blaine was scraping along every one of his throbbing nerve endings with his slow trust, designed to devastate. No way he could stop himself from lifting his hips greedily to him.

Kurt fisted the pillows in his hands, biting his lip to hold in his moan. He knew it would sound like surrender.

They'd barely started, and it already felt too much like surrender.

Blaine stopped his endless glide into him suddenly, and his entire body tensed in denial. Kurt turned his head to him, questioning, hoping like hell that he couldn't see his silent begging.

"You're holding back. Open that pretty mouth. Give me that moan, honey."

"Just fuck me."

Blaine eased out of his tight entrance. "Are we going to have this conversation again? You know what I'm going to say."

Yes, he did. And he already knew he was patient and controlled enough to withhold his own pleasure to prove a point.

Damn it.

"You agreed to give me everything for a week," he reminded. "You've got no right to deny me; you are mine until the week is over"

Hell, he had agreed to this, and he wasn't the kind of person to renege. He had tried this with Sebastian, but Blaine? He was more potent. A frightening thrill. He got to him, and he wanted the pleasure he gave him so desperately. The decision to give in should be easy.

But in the back of his mind, he kept wondering . . . If he surrendered, could he take some part of him that he'd never get back?

Blaine stared, waiting for his response.

With a sigh, Kurt trailed kisses along his strong jaw, dragging his nails around his neck.

"Good." With a fist in his hair, he brought his face within inches of his and fused their gazes together. "I'm done talking now. I'm just going to show you what I want from you."

Hadn't he been doing that already with his lips, his fingers, his molten touch?

Kurt drew in a shaky breath as Blaine lowered himself to him again and began sliding his cock inside him, one torturous, hard inch at a time, reigniting his need.

Kurt�s fingers tightened on him. A little gasp escaped him as Blaine pushed his way in slowly, awakening more tingles. They shivered down his spine, boiled his blood.

When Blaine shoved the last few inches into him ruthlessly, reaching deeper into him than any man ever had, his gasp became a moan… in the sound of his name.

"That's it, baby. Feel me."

As if he could do anything else . . .

He swiveled, rotating and flexing his hips, catching a bevy of sensitive spots inside Kurt, connected like a chain. Touching one ignited the others, and suddenly, he was on fire. Unable to stop himself, his fingers curled into the pillows, nails digging. Blaine tossed his head back with a groan he felt all the way to his dick.

"Perfect." Blaine bit the sensitive spot where his neck and shoulder joined, nipped his lobe, grabbed him hard by the hair and kissed his way to his mouth, and devoured him.

Even as his mind railed against it, Kurt�s body unfurled to him. His lips parted further to taste him again, his back arched up to invite him closer, his legs spread wider to welcome him deeper. He took Kurt up on every unspoken invitation, cementing the connection of their mouths until he knew Blaine�s intrinsic taste, until he flexed his hips and Kurt�s nails dug urgently into his neck, until he gripped Kurt�s hips so he forged even deeper.

Blaine was everywhere, every sight he could see, every scent filling his nose, every flavor on his tongue. And as he tunneled down again to the hilt and he filled all his empty space, he became every sensation Kurt felt. He was everything he'd ever thought of, ever fantasized about.

Like a force of nature, he overwhelmed.

"Blaine," he panted.

Sweat broke out along his forehead, at his temples, across his back. His body tensed, his cock hardened. And still Blaine consumed him at that controlled pace that drove him mad.

"You feel perfect, Kurt. So hot and tight. I'm never going to want to leave."

At that moment, Kurt could never imagine being without him. That fact would scare the hell out of him at some point, he was sure.

But now, he just drowned in pleasure . . . and wondered how he'd ever forget a man who'd so thoroughly jacked up his pleasure. Losing control was hard for Kurt, but with Blaine, that wasn't a problem. Already need clawed through him until all he knew was that little spot he prodded over and over with the tip of his cock and his own impulse to hold Blaine closer.

God, everything inside him was awake and attuned to Blaine. The salty-musky taste of his skin coated his tongue as he laved his jaw. His husky murmurs filled his head as he encouraged his every response.

But the most potent? The way he kissed him as if he was the only man in the world while he filled him to burning capacity stroke after slow stroke.

"Faster," he demanded, almost not recognizing his own voice.

"Soon."

His pace didn't change.

Blaine continued to slide his way in, angled against the spot guaranteed to send him reeling. His mind fought it even as he craved it, until he didn't know what to want. Until his body took over.

Kurt bucked under him, doing his best to take him deeper, faster, harder. "Now!"

"You're not controlling this, honey."

"But I need—"

"I'll give it to you, as soon as you're ready."

Ready? How could he be more ready? he was breathing fire, his heart pumping lava. Right behind his prostate an inferno of an ache burst, threatening to singe him alive.

"I'm ready now!"

Blaine shook his head "No, baby. Put yourself in my hands. I'm going to take care of you."

The head of his cock scraped just the right spot again and again and again. The storm brewing in his body became a hurricane. Vicious need rushed through him. He pushed up on him. And the friction only grew more mind-boggling as Blaine fought his way deep with every plunge.

As Kurt gasped, his world spun out of control.

"Now you're ready."

Blaine turned on the jets, his thrusts into Kurt a rapid rush of fire deep over his skin. His body jolted, tightened, bucked. And the pleasure multiplied exponentially, zipping fire through his entire body. he clawed, screamed, begged.

And orgasm was still beyond his reach. Still in Blaine�s hands.

Panting, Kurt lost balance the sensations were just too strong, he fell completely on top of the pillows as Blaine grabbed him hard by the hips, so hard that it was bound to leave a bruise and hammered into him, shoulders flexed, concentration fierce. His mouth by his ear whispering to him, forcing Kurt to connect with him, showing him exactly how he affected him stroke for stroke.

Inside Kurt, pleasure pummeled him. A tingle built on a shiver, deepening the unrelenting ache between his legs. Blaine capitalized on that ruthlessly, reaching under Kurt and wrapping a hand around his cock, stroking him fiercely.

The pleasure was like a chain reaction as it built, fed on itself, then took on a life of its own. Suddenly, the need for release swallowed him whole, and Kurt feared how far under it would drag him.

How far under Blaine's spell it would put him.

"C'mon, baby. Let it happen. I'll be here to catch you."

Wildly, he shook his head. "It's too—oh . . ." he whimpered, throbbing everywhere. "Too much!"

"Then it's perfect. Come for me, Kurt."

As if his body had only needed that last stroke and his rough encouragement, the restraints around his pleasure sprang free. Kurt screamed his name again as his entire body clenched with unrivaled pleasure.

"Yes! That's it," he chanted. "Watching you let go makes me so . . . Fuck!"

As the climax exploded, fracturing his, Blaine�s entire body tensed, broad hands clutching his hips, keeping him suspended in the sort of ecstasy he'd never believed existed.

Until Blaine. He shuttled deep and emptied into Kurt, delving so far inside him, he'd never be able to look at him again and not think of how thoroughly he had controlled his body. The supernova he'd detonated inside flashed him even hotter—with no end in sight. The wrenching pleasure had him crying out until he lost his breath, his voice.

As soon as the climax slowed, leaving behind languid, liquid satisfaction and his addicting male scent, Blaine slid out of him and pushed Kurt on his back, his gaze locked in on him, steady, open, letting Kurt see forever into his psyche to glimpse his grit, his determination—and the fact that he only wanted him more.

A moment later, the aftermath of his orgasm split him wide apart, ripping him open from the inside out. Vulnerability crashed over him. A hot splash of moisture filled his eyes, burning like acid as his throat closed up.

Tears were coming.

There was no goddamn way he would survive a whole week of Blaine.