Kurt decided to follow Blaine in his Suzuki instead of riding with Blaine in his sports car so that Kurt would never, ever, ever have to go back to this Motel 6 again.

They only drove about 30 minutes outside of Culver City, and the further they drove, the more exclusive the area became. They turned down a quiet street in a neighborhood called simply "The Hills". Once they passed the security gate, the houses got bigger and bigger.

'Please don't be the biggest house on the street,' Kurt chanted in his head, 'please don't, please don't, please don't...oh, shit...'

Blaine got to the end of the cul-de-sac and stopped in front of an intimidatingly large black iron gate. Kurt watched Blaine punch a number into a key pad, and with a metallic rumble, the gate pulled slowly open. Kurt followed Blaine up the long driveway and when the house came into view, Kurt gulped. Indeed, Blaine's house was the largest one on the street.

Kurt parked his Suzuki, which had blessedly been quiet for most of the trip, behind Blaine's car.  As Kurt stepped out, he couldn't help but let out a low whistle. Blaine smirked.

"I guess my money can impress you," Blaine said, pulling a cover over his car.

"Not at all," Kurt shot back quickly. "Just wondering how small your penis is if you need to own a house that big..."

Blaine chuckled and shook his head. Kurt grabbed his gear bag and a small overnight bag from the trunk of his car and followed Blaine inside.

"Uh...did you want a drink, or something to eat, or..." Blaine rambled. Blaine suddenly started to feel nervous about having Kurt in his house for the whole night. He hadn't really been thinking when he took Kurt up on his offer. Blaine just saw the opportunity to spend more time with Kurt and he grabbed it. Now, turning and seeing Kurt set his bag down and go through its contents, he could feel himself tremble involuntarily. Blaine noticed a pair of handcuffs, something that looked for sure like a whip, and another black leather thing that Blaine couldn't even begin to identify.

Kurt looked up at Blaine with an innocent smile. He had heard the tremor in Blaine's voice.

"No thanks," Kurt answered sweetly. Kurt continued to look through his bag, purposefully lingering over several choice items - an extra large vibrator, a bar spreader, some zip ties, and a leather cock ring. In the still air of Blaine's foyer, Kurt could hear an audible gulp, and Kurt smiled wider. Kurt pulled out a folder.

"Ah." Kurt stood, holding up the plain manilla folder for Blaine to see. "Here we are."

Kurt took a good long look at Blaine from head to toe. Kurt couldn't help but notice that Blaine looked even more frightened than he did at the prospect of standing in the hallway of the Motel 6. Kurt kind of felt sorry for him.

Kurt turned and eyed the white sofa in the living room.

"Shall we sit down?" Kurt motioned behind him. "There are some things we need to go over first." Kurt turned and began to walk to the couch, but Blaine couldn't will himself to move. Kurt sat and spread some papers on a cushion. Blaine tried to get his right leg to move.

Kurt's eyes locked on Blaine's, and he sighed. He got up off the couch and walked over to Blaine. Taking his hand, Kurt tugged gently.

"One foot in front of he other, soldier," Kurt teased. "It usually works better that way."

Blaine allowed himself to be led. On the way to the couch Kurt noticed Blaine take a side-long look at his gear bag, and chuckled. The sound of Kurt's laughter soothed Blaine's nerves, but only a little. How would that divine laugh sound when Kurt tied Blaine down, spreading him open, making him vulnerable? Blaine held Kurt's hand tighter at the thought.

Kurt sat Blaine down and sat opposite him with the documents laid out between them. Blaine looked like he was going to be sick.

"Hey." Kurt reached over and took Blaine's hand again. "It's okay." Kurt's musical voice calmed Blaine's nerves. "It's not at all what you think...unless that's what you really want." Kurt winked. Blaine finally remembered how to breathe.

"What are these?" Blaine gestured toward the papers, but his eyes stayed locked on Kurt.

"Just some forms and contracts. Standard stuff really." Kurt handed Blaine a pen, then started handing him the forms one at a time, explaining what they were.

"This form releases me from all liability in case of injury."

Blaine dropped his pen.

Kurt shook his head, trying not to laugh.

"This one states that you are healthy and disease free to the best of your knowledge...this one is a confidentiality agreement. Basically, I don't tell anyone what we do when we're together, and you don't either."

Blaine looked at the forms he had in his hands so far.

"Uh...should I get my lawyer to look at these?" Blaine looked overwhelmed.

"Only if you don't mind him knowing what you're doing."

Blaine signed the forms.

"This form says that as long as I am your dom, that I will be your only dom." Kurt handed Blaine the pink form. "If you get another dom, it dissolves our contract."

"Why?" Blaine wasn't sure why he was asking. He didn't picture himself going to see another dominatrix.

"Because a sub can only have one dominatrix seeing to his needs, "Kurt explained. "A dominatrix can have several subs at once, but a sub can only have one dom."

"Do you have many subs?" Blaine asked.

"Yes." Kurt looked Blaine in the eye as he answered his question. "I take on about twelve a year. Some are brand new and some I've seen for years."

Blaine suddenly felt a hot stab of jealousy.

Finally Kurt handed Blaine a thick packet of papers held together by a staple in the corner. It had multiple columns running down the middle and was printed on both sides.

"This is a list of hard, soft, and non-negotiable limits," Kurt explained. "You check off the things you like, what you're willing to try, and the things that you will never do."

Blaine scanned over the document. He felt Kurt's eyes follow his own gaze down the page, and knew his face was becoming brighter and brighter red. He tentatively started checking items off. After the third page Blaine realized just how vanilla his sex life really was. He looked over some of the marks Kurt had already made.

"You don't kiss?" Blaine asked.

"Nope."

"And you don't get naked?" Blaine couldn't help the subtle whine of disappointment in his voice. Kurt laughed.

"Nope."

"Why not?" Blaine looked up at Kurt, and couldn't help but notice something shift on his features, just for a second. Then it was gone.

"Because those acts are intimate, and I'm not here for intimacy...not in that way, at least."

"And you don't have sex with your clients?" Blaine tried to sound nonchalant, but managed only to sound even more disappointed than before.

Kurt smirked.

"No," he said.

"Have you ever?" Blaine asked.

"No."

"Would you ever consider making an exception?" Blaine's voice hitched in his throat as he saw another slight change in Kurt's demeanor. Kurt's eyes slowly widened as he licked his lips. His gaze raked slowly down Blaine's body hungrily.

Blaine watched the change, fascinated.

"Possibly," Kurt breathed. "But not tonight."

Kurt gathered up Blaine's papers in a hurry, shoving them haphazardly in the folder. He took a moment to look over the list of limits, and cocked an eyebrow.

"I can work with this."

Blaine shifted uncomfortably in his seat, his heart thrumming like wild horses' hooves beneath his chest.

"So, where do you want to do this?"

Blaine seemed surprised by the question.

"Wh-what?"

"Some men like to be dominated in the bedroom," Kurt explained. "Some don't."

"Where have you...uh...done this?" Blaine's eyes shifted around the room, imaging all the places Kurt could dominate him. His palms started sweating.

"Kitchen counters, sofas, beds, car hoods..." Kurt's eyes roamed the living room as he spoke, landing on a large instrument in the corner. "Pianos..."

Blaine smiled at the implication.

"I think the bedroom will be fine."

"Well, then. Lead the way." Kurt retrieved his gear bag and followed Blaine through the house. Blaine's bedroom was massive, and tastefully decorated, but the real masterpiece was the bed, which was somehow much larger than a king. Kurt ran his hands along the edge of the deep purple bedspread, admiring the feel of it under his fingertips.

"Wow, you really need room to move while you sleep, hmm?"

Blaine looked at Kurt, watched him slide gracefully across the room as his eyes moved over Blaine's furniture, lingering momentarily to gaze out the window at the view over the valley. Here he was, Blaine's exquisite angel, in  his bedroom, walking around as if he owned the place. It turned Blaine on so much. He wanted this man, wanted him badly. Blaine had an overwhelming desire to touch him, to smell him...to taste him.

Blaine came up behind him. Kurt could feel Blaine put his hands on his shoulders. Kurt's breath hitched in his throat. It had been so long since someone had touched him like that; commanding, but gentle. Blaine massaged the back of Kurt's neck with his thumbs, applying firm pressure to his tight muscles. Kurt closed his eyes for a moment, allowing himself to be pulled in by that touch. After a moment too long of indulging in Blaine's warmth, he pushed those thoughts, those needs aside.

"What are you doing, Blaine?" Kurt asked, his voice controlled, and smooth like a sheet of ice. "You're not seducing me."

Blaine ran his hands slowly down Kurt's back.

"I'm sorry," Blaine whispered. "I'm just fantasizing about this going a certain way."

Kurt turned to face him; the glint in his eye chilled Blaine.

"Well, let me show you how this is actually going to go." Kurt put a surprisingly strong hand on Blaine's shoulder and pushed firmly down. Caught in Kurt's mischievous gaze, wide hazel eyes held prisoner by lightning blue, Blaine had no choice but to fall to his knees.

"Head down." Kurt's hand moved to the back of Blaine's head and tilted it down.

Kurt walked in a slow circle around Blaine.

"Now, I'm going to go in the other room and...get ready for you. When I get back I expect you to be here...completely naked...with your hands on your knees..." Blaine saw a polished leather shoe come up between his legs and press delicately onto his crotch.

"And no touching. This doesn't get hard until I say it does."

Blaine watched Kurt's foot disappear, and heard his footsteps retreat into the bathroom.

Blaine shivered.

'Too late.'

Blaine nearly tripped and fell on his face as he rushed, fumbling to follow Kurt's orders. In record time he was naked and on his knees. While he waited, anticipating Kurt's return, another fleeting thought of 'what the hell am I doing?' flashed through his head. He thought about the slightly cold tinge to Kurt's enchanting voice, the crackle in his eyes, the wry smirk on his no-nonsense features.

Blaine knew he was in over his head.

Immediately, something else replaced his fear. The feeling of Kurt's body beneath his hands, the hitch in his breath when Blaine had tenderly touched Kurt's neck...Blaine had affected him. He hadn't imagined it. Blaine wondered what it would take for this man to fall apart in his hands.

Blaine heard the door creak slowly open, and from the angle where he knelt on the carpet all he could see were Kurt's black boots. Kurt stopped directly in front of Blaine, and he could make out just a bit of his outfit. Leather. Definitely leather. Blaine itched to tilt his head up and take a peek.

From above his head, Blaine heard a loud crack.

"Mmm, wow, Blaine," Kurt purred in a silky voice. "You look so sexy like this - kneeling at my feet."

Blaine froze.

Kurt chuckled low, devilishly. Blaine felt rough fingers card through his hair and pull, almost to the point of pain...but not quite. Blaine bit back a whimper, fighting back the urge to become hard, and failing. Kurt noticed the obvious twitch from Blaine's cock, and chuckled some more.

"But not quite as obedient as I would like." Kurt released the grip on Blaine's curls, and Blaine heard another crack, but this one was accompanied by a sharp sting to his bare thigh. Blaine wanted to hiss, but he bit his tongue. What he couldn't bite back was the moan.

Why was this so fucking hot?

Kurt backed away a little.

"At the root of a sub's existence is obedience," Kurt said in that same soft purr, his voice sounding vaguely dangerous. "And learning obedience requires discipline."

Blaine's cock twitched again, and he swallowed hard.

He knew Kurt had seen.

"I think it's about time that you learn what I do, princess." Kurt grabbed Blaine's hair again and tugged sharply up, and definite signal for Blaine to stand.

Blaine climbed to his feet and for the first time got a good look at Kurt. Blaine's eyes went wide.

"Let's get this party started...shall we?"