Kurt practically pulled Blaine the whole way up the beach. As they walked, feet digging into the sand, Kurt's mind switched into overdrive. He usually gave himself time to prepare before he met with a client. He'd meditate, clear his mind, settle him emotions. He didn't bring his emotional baggage to work. Once he slipped on his armor, he was cold as ice.

He used the control to maintain. Never to overcome.

Kurt didn't know what he was about to do. He was one gigantic raw nerve, and he needed - needed touch, needed reassurance, needed stability.

Needed Blaine...Blaine the sub.

Kurt needed Blaine, and he was on fire.

Once they walked through the glass doors, Kurt's whole demeanor changed.

"You know how I want you," Kurt said in a clipped tone as he grabbed his gear bag and marched straight to the bathroom. Blaine stood, staring after him, astonished by the change, when he realized he had better start getting undressed. He quickly stripped off his clothes and folded them neatly onto a chair. Completely naked, he dropped to his knees on the floor at the end of the bed. He bowed his head obediently, going through his mental check list to see if he had remembered everything. He quickly positioned his hands on his knees when he head the bathroom door unlock, accompanied by the muffled sound of Kurt's boots walking on the hard wood floor; the click, click, click upping his heart rate as each step came closer.

Kurt rounded the end of the bed, but all Blaine could see were Kurt's black stiletto boots, this particular pair polished to a shine so that Blaine could almost make out the reflection of Kurt's face as the dominatrix looked down at his sub. Kurt smirked.

"Very good, sweetheart," Kurt said, his voice soft and smooth, falling over Blaine's naked form like a blanket. "You've remembered everything, and done very well."

Blaine shivered at the praise. He loved his angel, but somewhere deep inside he longed for his no-nonsense black swan.

"Now, we talked a bit about expanding your boundaries, haven't we sweetheart?"

Kurt let his words hang in the silence; his question yet to be answered. Kurt smiled. Obedience. Kurt loved obedience.

Obedient Blaine was super hot.

"You may respond, sweetheart."

"Yes," Blaine said, deciding simple one word answers would be best.

"And you trust me to take care of you and keep you safe? To not put your health in danger? You may respond."

"Yes."

Somewhere inside his head, a tiny little Kurt was fist pumping the air.

Kurt crouched down low, and Blaine could see Kurt's black vinyl pants, as shiny as his boots; and a small expanse of Kurt's pale, procelain torso. The remainder of his chest was covered by a black vinyl tank top that ended in choker around Kurt's neck. This time Blaine could see Kurt's muscular upper arms on display, and they were a sight to behold. Shadows from the lights outside fell across Kurt's skin, the well defined lines, emphasizing what must be a tremendous amount of physical strength. Blaine briefly remembered their last session together, how he had cum so hard he nearly lost consciousness, and Kurt had lifted him, held him almost as if he weighed nothing.

Those strong arms...the potential for those strong arms around him, holding him again...

Blaine's mind was in a panic, willing away his oncoming erection. Not because he was afraid of punishment. Blaine was actually a little embarrassed to admit he was welcoming the potential pain.

He was afraid of cumming way too quickly. He needed this time with his black swan to last.

"You look stunning like this," Kurt hummed, hooking a satin gloved finger beneath Blaine's chin, lifting Blaine's eyes to meet his. "Look at those gorgeous eyes," Kurt whispered, and Blaine felt his heart swell. The longer Kurt held his gaze, the more Blaine felt like he was falling, drowning in the depths of those stormy, tumultuous blue eyes. Blaine didn't realize that hw was moving forward, searching out Kurt's lips, until Kurt grabbed a handful of Blaine's curls and tugged back sharply.

"Up we go," Kurt said in a sing-song voice as he started to pull Blaine to a standing position by his hair. Half way up, Kurt stopped him.

"Actually..." Kurt's smile turned truly diabolical. "This happens to be a brand new suit...so why don't you polish it for me." Kurt pushed Blaine back to the floor. Keeping Blaine's curls secured in his fist, Kurt commanded his sub.

"Lick your way up."

Blaine could have exploded. He looked at Kurt's firm, muscular leg clad in the tightest pants Blaine had ever seen. It clung to Kurt's leg shamelessly. Blaine wanted his mouth on Kurt - any way...any how.

Blaine bent low, all the way to the toe of Kurt's boot. He closed his eyes and stuck out his tongue, surrendering to the sensation of Kurt's fingers twined in his hair, the smooth vinyl beneath his tongue. He licked along the top of Kurt's boot, and swore he heard Kurt bite back a moan.

"There we go, sweetheart," Kurt purred. The further up Blaine traveled, the more he realized that barely anything separated his tongue from Kurt's body. As he traced along the seam of the vinyl pants, he could feel the tight muscles of Kurt's legs shift at his touch. When he lingered too long in one area, Kurt would encourage him along with a sharp tug, but twice, Blaine noted, Kurt almost forgot. Kurt held Blaine's eyes, not betraying any look other than smug control on his face...but Blaine knew he had felt Kurt tremble beneath his touch.

Blaine slowed his ascent purposefully, crossing over the front of Kurt's knee, riding along the seam up Kurt's inner thigh until he was mere inches away from Kurt's cock. Kurt's eyes started to widen, glued to Blaine's tongue as it came closer.

Kurt wanted it. Wanted that tongue on him, even if just over these vinyl pants. He wanted to surrender to it. Wanted Blaine to take control.

That was the thought that snapped Kurt out of the trance of Blaine's wide bedroom eyes and his sinful tongue.

"That's enough, princess." Kurt pulled Blaine to his feet.

'Princess,' Blaine thought. 'Fuck!'

"You're a naughty boy, Blaine Anderson," Kurt teased. "You enjoyed that, didn't you? You enjoyed using your tongue to polish my suit?"

Kurt moved behind him, pushing Blaine's shoulders toward the bed. Blaine caught himself by his hands before his face hit the comforter. With a tsk-tsk, Kurt pushed on Blaine's shoulders harder until Blaine's elbows gave out, and his cheek was resting against the bedspread. Kurt nudged one of Blaine's ankles roughly until he was standing spread eagle. Then Kurt pushed Blaine's shoulders further until Blaine had to balance on his tiptoes. Blaine could feel his legs tremble slightly at the strain.

Kurt admired the view. Blaine in this position was a sight to behold. His legs were muscular, and bending over the bed just emphasized the cut of his thighs and his calves. And his ass...Kurt had a million and one dirty thoughts just pondering the curves of Blaine's taut ass.

"Dear God, princess," Kurt crooned. "You truly have the sweetest ass, do you know that?"

Blaine wanted to whimper.

Kurt could feel himself sweat. He decided to take a moment to indulge. He ran his gloved hand up the inside of Blaine's legs, from his right knee up to his right thigh, feeling Blaine tremble as he fought to keep still. Kurt slapped his ass hard.

Fuck, but Kurt was beginning to love his job.

"Stay still for me, princess" Kurt commanded, purposefully avoiding Blaine's balls as he traced down the muscles of his left leg, and then started the trip back up again. "I may just choose to do this all night...and you'd let me, wouldn't you. Because when you want to you can be such a good boy."

'That's it, Blaine. You can take it. You're such a good boy...'

In Kurt's momentary daydream, Blaine moaned beneath him, moaned at the feeling of Kurt taking him, bending him over the bed and driving into him mercilessly.

But it wasn't dream Blaine, it was really Blaine.

Kurt's hand immediately stilled.

"Oh, Blaine." Kurt tutted. "And you started out so well." Kurt pulled away and crossed the room to his bag. Blaine wanted to chase the heat of Kurt's gloved hand, wanted to beg Kurt to put that hand on his cock and make him cum, but he didn't. Instead, he tried to still his trembling legs, and waited patiently for Kurt to return.

Blaine could do it. He could be obedient. He had broken for Kurt once. He could do it again.

He wanted to do it again.

"Now," Kurt said, as he rummaged through his bag, "when you mentioned wanting to try something more adventurous, I went shopping..."

Kurt laid a few things out at the end of the bed. In Kurt's shadow, Blaine couldn't make any of them out. Kurt picked up the first item and stood back behind Blaine.

"This," Kurt said, bringing the long, thick item up to Blaine's face, "I bought because you deserve your own, and this one made me think of you."

Blaine could smell leather, and felt something rough, but also smooth rub against his cheek.

Blaine shivered as he realized what Kurt was holding. It was a leather riding crop - a new leather riding crop...all his own.

"It's thick," Kurt explained softly into Blaine's ear, "...it's stiff...it's long...and it smells incredible."

Blaine's eyes fluttered closed as he felt the leather drag across his cheeks and press against his lips.

"Now suck."

Blaine opened his mouth slowly as Kurt pushed the end of it into his mouth. Blaine could feel himself get impossibly hard as he swirled his tongue around the end, feeling it fill his mouth as Kurt pushed farther. Blaine had yet, in all of his experimenting with Sebastian, given another man a blowjob. It had never appealed to him, and Sebastian was more than happy to devour Blaine's length whole whenever he was given the opportunity. But this, with the smell of Kurt filling Blaine's senses, having felt Kurt tremble beneath his tongue, was beyond erotic. As he sucked harder, he could imagine that this was Kurt's cock filling his mouth. 'But no,' Blaine thought. Kurt would have to be thicker than this. Blaine was sure of it. At the thought, Blaine moaned around the leather implement, and moved further down until he could feel it hit the back of his throat.

Somewhere in the quiet that was broken only by his own lips sucking on the leather, Blaine thought he heard a gasp.

Kurt had never been so aroused by an image before in his entire life, as the one before him of Blaine's beautiful mouth taking in the length of this riding crop. And it appeared that this already ideal man had no gag reflex.

'Oh, God.'
 
Kurt stilled his urges, but Blaine was making his job very difficult.

"Steady there, sweetheart." Kurt pulled the leather from Blaine's mouth slowly, enjoying the look of Blaine's lips sliding over it. Kurt dragged it back across Blaine's cheek, over Blaine's shoulder, and down Blaine's back. He dragged it slowly over Blaine's spine, carefully pulling it between Blaine's quivering cheeks, stopping to massage Blaine's entrance.

Blaine couldn't stifle his moaning now. He tried. He would have bitten off his own tongue to silence that noise. He knew that Kurt would probably spank him with that riding crop, and as Kurt continued the trip down between his legs, Blaine tensed, anticipating where that first strike might land. Kurt trailed it between Blaine's thighs, stroking gently over his balls in small circles. Blaine wanted to toss his head back, moan out Kurt's name, but he bit his lip, his muscles screaming as he fought to stay still, but his legs continued to betray him, and trembled even more violently now.

"Poor baby," Kurt almost sang, "you look tired. Are you worn out already?"

Kurt's assault with the riding crop was merciless, especially when it traveled even further to stroke up and down his hard cock.

Kurt chuckled darkly.

"Well, well," Kurt said, trying hard not to do anything that would hint to his own arousal, "it looks like I have someone's attention."

Blaine didn't think he would last much longer as Kurt continued to stroke from the base of Blaine's cock to the head, over the top and then back down to the base.

'Oh God, oh God, oh God, oh God,' Blaine chanted in his head.

"You definitely don't look like you're going to last much longer this way," Kurt said, "and we haven't even tried out the rest of your toys."

Kurt put the riding crop down in front of Blaine's face. He pushed down on Blaine's hips so that his feet stood flat on the floor, and Blaine's whole body relaxed.

"Don't get too comfortable, princess," Kurt giggled. Kurt climbed up onto the bed. Blaine opened his eyes to watch Kurt as he practically slithered. Kurt sat with his legs spread in front of Blaine, scooting forward until Blaine's head rested in Kurt's lap. Kurt ran his fingers through Blaine's curls.

"Are you getting tired, Blainey?" Kurt carded his gloved hand through Blaine's hair, slightly damp with sweat. Kurt toook off one glove and ran his nails lightly over Blaine's scalp. Blaine hummed, content to keep his head in Kurt's lap, while Kurt continued to pull Blaine's curls lightly.

"I need to show you the rest," Kurt said sweetly. He removed his hand from Blaine's hair. Blaine whimpered softly at the loss of Kurt's touch. Kurt reached behind him and grabbed a long, narrow box and held it in front of Blaine's face.

"Do you know what this is, baby?" Kurt asked, letting Blaine examine the box in the dim light. "You can respond."

"No," Blaine said.

"Well," Kurt said cheerfully, "it's kind of a vibrator..."

The word vibrator made Blaine stiffen a little. Kurt removed the toy from its box.

"You see, I stick this into that gorgeous ass of yours, I roll it around a bit, I put it next to your prostate, and then I..." Kurt didn't finish. Instead he switched it on for effect. It buzzed into the darkness, and Blaine swallowed hard, filled with a mixture of excitement and dread.

Kurt leaned close to Blaine's face. Sweat was dripping from Blaine's brow.

"Have you ever had anything besides those beads shoved up that gorgeous ass?" Kurt whispered. "You may respond."

"N...no," Blaine sputtered. "No."

"Oh, you're a top, huh?" Kurt smiled.

"Yes," Blaine whispered.

Kurt looked at Blaine carefully, noticing the twitch in his facial muscles, the sweat dripping down his face. Kurt rested his forehead against Blaine's. He ran a finger down Blaine's cheek, watching him flinch slightly, and Kurt felt a strange pull on his heart.

"This could get pretty intense," Kurt whispered, soothingly. "You don't have to do it. You can use the safe word. You can respond."

Blaine nodded.

"I know," he said with a shudder. "I want to." Blaine heard the sound of worry in Kurt's voice and wondered at the temporary change. He didn't want Kurt to think he was just doing this to please him, even though that is the nature of a sub. "God, do I want to," he begged emphatically.

Kurt breathed in quickly, the urge to kiss this man so overwhelming, he almost did...almost broke his own cardinal rule to place a small kiss on Blaine's sweaty brow. His lips were right next to Blaine's skin. He was so close.

Kurt sat up suddenly.

"Want to what, Blaine? Tell me. You can respond."

"I..." Blaine fought against himself to ask for Kurt to do this. Every rational part of his brain resisted the idea of Kurt shoving that vibrator, which looked to be about five inches long and almost as thick as three fingers, into his virgin ass.

But he wasn't thinking with his rational brain, and the part he was thinking with screamed a healthy, 'Hell yeah!'

"I want you to fuck me...fuck my ass with that vibrator...please..."

His voice was calm, more confident than he felt, a plea with subtle hints of his overwhelming desire to be owned by only one man.

That voice went straight to Kurt's cock, because all Kurt heard was, "I want you to fuck me."

Kurt slid back off the bed and back around behind Blaine, and stood, silently, watching for a moment, allowing the anticipation to seep in.

In Blaine's head, he tried to find that place, the one Kurt helped him find before, where the silence and the dark and the feeling alone didn't bother him because he knew Kurt wouldn't leave him.

Without warning, Blaine felt Kurt's hands kneading his ass, hard, aggressive squeezing from his talented fingers. He felt a single finger press against his entrance, gently rubbing in teasing circles while the other hand gripped with force at his right buttock.

Silence. Discipline. Obedience. Silence. Discipline. Obedience.

It was rough. It was sometimes painful. But there was no reason to object. Bent over this bed, his body didn't belong to him. It belonged to Kurt.

"Still a little tense, sweetheart," Kurt remarked. "We need to warm you up."

That's when the hit came...hard and sharp from the riding crop...across his ass, barely missing his balls.

Blaine just about came.

Blaine's mouth tried to work around a word that he was dying to say. Kurt noticed the twitching of Blaine's lips, sure that he had gone too far too soon.

"Is there something you would like to say, sweetheart?" Kurt's voice was still calm, but this time clouded by a touch of worry.

Blaine swallowed.

"More," he said weakly.

Astonished, Kurt moved around where he could see Blaine's face more clearly.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart, what was that?"

"More," Blaine growled.

Kurt brought the riding crop down again on the swell of Blaine's ass, further up from the original mark.

Blaine didn't flinch. Didn't squeeze his eyes shut. Didn't wait for permission to speak.

"More."

Kurt should have stopped. Should have ceased doing what his sub wanted, since he had been disobedient, but Kurt was fascinated by the sound of want in Blaine's voice.

He whipped Blaine again, on the opposite cheek this time, a bit harder than the first two.

Blaine's expression had changed Kurt noted. The blank mask he tried to wear to hide the look of his anxiety had melted, and bliss had taken its place.

This wasn't fair. Straining against the confines of vinyl, soaked in sweat, Kurt was going to be done before they had even started. Kurt had been biding his time, hoping to make Blaine suffer before introducing him to what Kurt had hoped would be their new best friend. The vibrator still sat untouched on the bed, unjustly neglected, and more than anything Kurt wanted to see Blaine's virgin hole stretched around it, wanted to hear the small moans and gasps that nothing would be able to silence...and then punish him for it.

"Now, now, no more of that." Kurt winced at the sound of his own voice.

'Fuckfuckfuck!'

Kurt tried to think of anything to get him back on track. Puppies. No, fuck, with Blaine's beautiful, wide, whiskey-colored eyes, puppies just made everything worse. Dead puppies. Shit, no. That's just sad, and frighteningly enough not a cockblock.

Kurt's hands shook as he took off his gloves, picked up the vibrator and coated it in lube. The sound of the lube squishing through his fingers as he worked it over the toy was pornographic. Kurt was becoming desperate.

"Relax for me, sweetheart," Kurt said, and his voice was soft and soothing instead of harsh and commanding like he had intended. Kurt didn't care. He was cracking, he knew it. He was afraid he was going to cross a line. He didn't know how to regain his composure.

He wouldn't go back on his word. No matter what, he was there to take care of Blaine, even if his body, his life, everything he knew up to this point was shattering.


Blaine felt the blunt end of the vibrator push up against him. He wanted to be still. He wanted to be good.

Silence. Discipline. Obedience.

Keeping his body still meant his mind was free to wander, and it did. It wandered to the man in vinyl behind him. It made him fantasize that Kurt's muscular body was pressed up behind him, slowly entering him, stretching him, filling him. He could almost feel Kurt kissing down his back, mumuring incoherent words of love and affection.

Kurt eased the vibrator in slowly, almost painfully slow, watching with awe as Blaine's tight hole accommodated the large toy, adjusted to the stretch. Kurt longed to lick around the entrance, soothe the burn with his tongue, feel Blaine shiver.

Dead puppies, dead puppies, multitudes of dead dead puppies!

What made it worse, what made it nearly unbearable was that Blaine wasn't moving, wasn't trembling, wasn't pawing at the bed, wasn't resisting.

He had broken again - gone to that place where nothing existed but him and Kurt and trust.

Before Kurt even knew it, the vibrator was in, Blaine was filled, and the room was quiet.

He needed Blaine. He needed to hear Blaine.

He needed to hear Blaine beg.

Kurt's hand rested at the base of the vibrator. Originally he was going to fuck Blaine with it, but a thought hit Kurt...a greedy, selfish thought. This was the first time Blaine had anything even resembling a cock up his ass. He couldn't fuck him like this. He wanted to be the one to do it, to pound into him, to make him cum with Kurt's name on his lips...begging...

Kurt didn't even know whether or not it would get to that point. Didn't he tell Dave he wasn't going to have sex with Blaine?

Kurt hated being conflicted like this, not being able to focus on the task at hand.

Kurt flicked the vibrator on...and switched it to high.

That did it. The scream that tore from Blaine's mouth was exquisite. His body jolted, like it was hit by a thousand volts of of electricity.

Kurt was lost. He couldn't even think of anything to say. But he knew what Blaine wanted.

He picked up the riding crop and brought it down on Blaine's ass, which he knew would squeeze around the vibrator.

This new scream was even better. It was almost inhuman.

He whipped Blaine repeatedly, never in the same spot, watching Blaine's muscles contract, watching Blaine's mouth, his beautiful mouth work around a string of nonsense he had yet to voice.

"What is it, sweetheart?" Kurt taunted, watching as marks formed all over Blaine's ass, and down his thighs. "What is it you want to say so badly."

Blaine took a deep breath, and let it out in a single shudder.

"Wh-what the fuck," Blaine started, his voice thick and shaking, "do I have to do...to get you to hit me HARDER!?" The last word was a scream through gritted teeth.

His muscles twitched, shifted beneath his sweating skin. As Blaine's body convulsed slightly, involuntarily from the vibrations of the toy inside him, Kurt's control slipped. He should have stopped, denied him his orgasm. Turned everything off, and left the room, left Blaine alone to cool down. But Kurt wanted this. He needed to see Blaine fall apart. He couldn't prolong it any longer.

"You just have to ask, sweetheart."

Kurt's voice changed. Blaine heard it for sure this time. He knew. He'd keep it a secret. He respected his dom, but he knew. Kurt was losing control.

'Oh my God!' Blaine realized. 'Kurt is going to cum!'

"Please, Kurt!" Blaine begged. Kurt loved the sound of Blaine's voice when he begged. The breathy half moan, the high pitched whine, the gravelly tone. Kurt felt his own legs shaking, pulled his own hair with the hand gripping the riding crop while he held the vibrator in place with the other. "Please punish me."

Not spank me. Not whip me. Punish me.

Kurt couldn't hold back. He was whipping Blaine, flailing him mercilessly, everywhere he could hit. The crop bit across Blaine's back, making him arch. Kurt let him scream, let him buck because there was no control left in him.

The skin on Blaine's back swelled; welts formed all over. Kurt's vision went red with pure lust over this man. Lines blurred every where. He saw Blaine's cock straining for release, and Kurt felt too far away from it. He wanted to believe so badly that this man wanted him, that before he knew it the crop was gone. Kurt was shuddering as he came. He bent himself over Blaine, his chest flush against Blaine's back. Blaine hissed from the sensation. The pressure from Kurt's thigh pushed the vibrator further in. Kurt grabbed for Blaine's erection and stroked him, fast and furious.

Blaine was in heaven. Every sensation bombarded him at once. His back screamed out in agony when Kurt launched himself on him, but it came at the price of his black swan pressing his body against him. He would have taken a hundred more lashes for just a moment of that particular pleasure. With the vibrator shoved in against him, Blaine knew he was going to lose it. He was familiar now with the feeling of Kurt's hand on his cock, but not like this. Then there was the voice, the grunting and straining and groaning of Kurt's voice in his ear chanting something he was sure Kurt didn't realize he was even saying.

"Cum for me, sweetheart. Fucking cum for me."


That did it. That didn't just tip him over the edge, it shoved him full force; ran over him like a steam roller, and he felt flattened. He felt himself spilling over Kurt's hand, over the bed, onto the floor, and just like before, it just wouldn't stop. He felt like things were moving backward. The pressure on his back was gone. The vibrator disappeared. His muscles were relaxed. Each sense began to disappear one at a time until only feeling remained. Even that was quickly dissolving.

This time Blaine did black out. He knew it was happening. He saw the bright lights in front of his eyes, swirling like a tornado behind his eyelids; felt his consciousness slipping into that sweet dizziness that comes with a combination of lack of oxygen and overwhelming pleasure.

When he came to, there were those arms again, holding him, taking care of him, lying him out on the bed, and he felt like he was floating.

It was the voice that snapped him back to reality, the voice of his angel that sounded frantic...and ashamed.

"I'm sorry, Blaine," the angel said. "I am so so sorry. I shouldn't have done that. Blaine?"

The first few times, he didn't get it. Didn't understand why the angel would be sorry. But then he knew. The cracks in his armor. Kurt had broken down completely.

He took a good look at Kurt, hair mussed, face shimmering with sweat, lips swollen where he must have bitten them a few dozen times.

Blaine smiled that goofy sated smile.

"Don't be," he said with a slight shake of his head, noticing that his head was cradled in Kurt's lap. "That was fantastic!"