Kurt didn't give Blaine too long to adjust to his current situation before the spanking began. Thankfully, Kurt didn't use the riding crop.

"I could," Kurt explained. "I could light you up. Paint you with stripes until that delicious ass of yours is swollen, pink, and hot to the touch. And then everytime you sat, or slept, or someone pounded into your ass, you would have to think of me."

Blaine bit the silk tie until he was sure he would bite right through it.

Kurt rubbed the flat of his smooth palm in soothing circles over Blaine's skin. The sensation of Kurt delicately rubbing Blaine's ass was arousing in the strangest way...especially since he knew what was coming next. Blaine felt Kurt's hand disappear. Behind the blindfold, Blaine squeezed his eyes against the impending slap. When it came, many things happened to Blaine at once.

Kurt had been caressing Blaine's left cheek, so he automatically assumed that was the one that would receive the smack. Blaine anticipated the blow, and tensed. Instead, Kurt smacked him on the right side, throwing Blaine off balance. Next, his body clenched around the anal beads, which shifted inside him, traveling further up his body and hitting his prostate.

That's when Blaine screamed. His own voice sounded muffled and strained around the gag, and he had to admit, it was hot as hell.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk," Kurt reprimanded. "You're a difficult man to break, I'll give you that much, princess."

Then Blaine heard something that frightened him more than the binding, the gagging, and the spanking.

He heard Kurt leave.

Not to the bathroom, but out the bedroom door.

Silence. Painful silence, except for the sound of his own breathing and the drumming of his heart beat in his ears.

Blaine shook his head to shift the blindfold, but it was on too tight.

Blaine pulled at the ropes around his wrists, but stopped when he felt them cut in.

He was fully aroused and trapped.

Blaine began to panic.

Kurt rushed back into the room. Once again, warm hands were rubbing up and down Blaine's back. That soft, soothing voice gently shushed him. Blaine didn't realized he was thrashing against the nylon ropes. He didn't realize he was crying.

Kurt hugged Blaine from behind, and held him strong against his chest.

"That's how I know you haven't broken, little one," Kurt said gently. "One of the roots of the dom/sub relationship is trust. I'm here to take care of you. I'm not going to leave you. You have to let go and let me take control."

Kurt rested his temple against Blaine's sweaty back, rubbing soothing circles and strokes up and down his sides. Blaine began to calm. His breathing evened out. In Kurt's soothing words, he had found his mantra.

I'm not going to leave you.

Kurt undid Blaine's gag, and Blaine sucked in a deep breath of air, feeling suddenly foolish for crying.

Here he was vulnerable, his entire body under Kurt's absolute control, and unintentionally Kurt had stumbled upon the one thing that truly scared him.

He was afraid of people leaving him. He was scared of being alone.

"Remember..." Kurt cupped Blaine's face in his hands. "You can stop this whenever you want. Do you remember the safe word?"

Blaine didn't say anything. Kurt was confused for only a moment before a wide smile spread across his features.

"Blaine," he whispered. "You may respond."

"Yes," Blaine said without hesitation, his voice hoarse and cracking. "Yes, I remember."

Blaine couldn't see Kurt, but he didn't need to. That pale, flawless complexion; those one of a kind spectacular eyes; and those perfect lips would be with Blaine forever now, everytime he closed his eyes.

"Just one word, Blaine." Kurt's voice was right beside Blaine's ear now. "And I untie you."

Blaine didn't move. Didn't speak. Didn't shake his head.

"You may respond."

Blaine took another deep breath through his nose.

"I want to finish this."

Kurt smiled.

"Good boy," he cooed. "That's my good boy."

Kurt's voice was low again, but not so dangerous anymore. Blaine let go. He gave in. He had been resisting before. Resisting being spanked. Resisted being gagged. Gave in to his fear.

Now he gave in to Kurt.

At the moment Kurt whispered, "Why don't we cool you down a little..." and pressed a cube of ice to Blaine's overheated chest, Blaine broke.

The ice melted quickly, sandwiched between the heat of Kurt's hand and the heat of Blaine's skin. Little rivers of freezing cold water flowed down Blaine's chest, one dripping over his left nipple, another weaving through the leather of the cock ring, wrapping around the base of his dick and dripping down off his balls. It ran down his legs to pool at his feet. The spot where Kurt held the ice against his skin burned with cold, but Blaine didn't move, didn't squeeze his eyes, didn't grind his teeth.

Kurt nearly cheered.

And God was he hard.

"That's it, sweetheart." Blaine could hear the smile in Kurt's voice, and he fought not to react. "Good boy."

After a few more tortuous seconds, the ice had melted completely, and the cold spots on Blaine's chest seemed to flush immediately with heat.

"Bravo!" Kurt purred. "Well done." Kurt ran his nails slowly down Blaine's back, delighting in the marks that followed the trail of his fingers. "I think that deserves a reward, don't you? What can I do for you? What do you want now most of all?"

'I want you. I want you. God, I want you.'

Blaine held his tongue. Kurt's smile radiated.

"You may respond."

"I want to cum," Blaine rushed out.

"You want to cum, Blaine?" Kurt teased. "Is that what you want? Please respond."

"Yes." Blaine swallowed hard, images rushing his head. Vivid images of kissing Kurt; of holding Kurt's face between his hands as he slowly teased Kurt's tongue with his own.

"Yes, Kurt." His hands were itching to touch this man, to wrap his arms around Kurt's narrow waist, hold him close.  

"Yes, please." His body burned. He wanted to grab Kurt's hips, slide into him, and pound away until he was the one making Kurt scream.

Trapped with the real life image of Blaine tied up and helpless, sinful body on display, Kurt was dying. He needed his own release so badly. This had never happened to him before. He was good at his job, and to a point he enjoyed it. Because he enjoyed the control. He didn't find it sexually appealing...or he hadn't until right now.

"Ask me," Kurt said, his voice thick, seeping in through Blaine's ear and dancing around in his head. "Ask me to let you cum."

Kurt took Blaine's cock in his hand, and smacked Blaine's left butt cheek hard. Blaine saw stars, felt electricity buzz through his entire body. The smack to his ass made him clench around the beads, the beads shifting forward to hit his prostate. This time, the hit also propelled him forward into Kurt's hand, forcing him to caress Blaine's length. The blindfold, not allowing Blaine to see what was going on around him, forced him to focus only on the sensations of pleasure and pain.

Blaine wanted to cry. He bit his tongue.

"Talk to me Blaine," Kurt commanded as he continued to smack Blaine - sometimes a gentle teasing pat on his ass with a twist of Kurt's wrist just beneath the head of Blaine's cock, and sometimes an almost unbearable wallop that propelled Blaine forward involuntarily.

"Tell me you want to cum."

Blaine's lips trembled. He could make Kurt stop, or he could ask Kurt to let him cum. Both pleas tingled on his lips, sore from where he bit them mercilessly with each hard spank.

In the end, his newfound nature won.

"Please, Kurt? Please can I cum?"

Kurt hit Blaine harder, alternating sides with no discernible pattern, and increasing to a maddening pace.

"Beg me, Blaine," Kurt said, fighting to keep control, his own body betraying him while Blaine was safely tucked in the dark behind his blindfold, none the wiser.

The word 'beg' shot straight to Blaine's cock, straining against Kurt's hand to be free of the ring.

It affected Kurt as well. His own erection pressed painfully into his leather suit, and Kurt considered rubbing up against Blaine's gorgeous body to get the friction he so desperately needed.

Kurt squashed those thoughts immediately. He would never take advantage of a sub that way. Especially not Blaine.

Kurt spanked Blaine just a little harder when he didn't respond.

"Beg me, Blaine!" Kurt almost ground out between gritted teeth, his control definitely slipping.

Blaine's control had long gone, and at the marvelous half-pain half-pleasure of Kurt's now frenzied pace, a string of endless rambling spilled from Blaine's swollen lips.

"Please, Kurt. Oh God, please!" Blaine begged with the most glorious high pitched whine in his voice. "Please, Kurt. I'm begging you! I'll do anything. Whatever you want, it's yours, just please, let me cum..."

Kurt was close. So close that for a split second, he almost forgot about Blaine's release as he tried desperately to ignore his own.

Blaine knew any second Kurt would remove the cock ring, and Blaine would cum loudly, embarrassingly. He didn't care. His dignity was long gone the moment he let that dark and devious man tie him to his own bed. But in that moment when he anticipated what would be a tremendous relief of pressure, he had forgotten one tiny thing.

With one deft finger wrapped beneath the thin cord, Kurt pushed on the balls in Blaine's ass with as much force as he dared, shoving them almost too roughly against Blaine's prostate before pulling them out in one swift motion.

Blaine was already screaming and convulsing when Kurt removed the ring.

Blaine came hard. He never thought it was going to end. All he felt was the mounting heat in his stomach shooting through his veins like it might rip him open from the inside. His heart was beating too quickly, his breath was coming too fast, and he had lost control of every limb all at the same time.

If not for the rope keeping him tethered to the bed, he would have been writhing on the floor.

Blaine's extreme reaction to the mind-blowing pleasure that was surging relentlessly through his body masked Kurt's own gasp of pleasure as he came, almost folding in on himself as the intensity of the moment overtook him. Kurt came down far too quickly, and only wanted to curl up on the carpet and revel in the buzz that vibrated his entire body.

He couldn't, because he wasn't done. He saw Blaine's body go slack, and he rushed to grab him before he dislocated a shoulder.

Blaine couldn't move, couldn't stand, could barely think. Everything was warm, tingling, relaxed, exhausted, sated...free? He did. He felt free. He felt like his mind had separated from his body and had risen in euphoria away from his life. He crashed back to earth with the feeling of a hand wrapping around his waist, holding him upright while releasing his wrists from their ties. Blaine's head dropped, sweat dripping down his forehead, his legs shaking uncontrollably.
When the blindfold was removed from his eyes, he was a little disappointed that he wasn't actually in heaven, but that was okay. The only true angel he had ever met was right there with him.

Kurt looked down into Blaine's heavy lidded eyes.

"Are you okay, Blaine?"

Blaine smiled at the sound of Kurt's voice. His sweet angel had returned.

Blaine tried to blink, tried to move, tried to talk, but none of those functions seemed to be working. He didn't even know when exactly Kurt had laid him out on the soiled bed spread. He was sure now that at some point he had blacked out.

"Blaine?" The angel spoke again, and this time, his eyes were filled with concern. "Blaine? Please say something?"

When Blaine finally did find his voice, just a jagged, throaty whisper, he could only think of one thing to say.

"Can I keep you?"

Kurt's eyes became a little misty as he looked down at this wrecked, gorgeous man. He didn't know if he should take Blaine seriously. Was he sincere, or was this just post-orgasmic infatuation?

He saw Blaine fighting sleep, and since Kurt had all his wits about him, he decided to indulge in a harmless little fantasy.

"If we had met earlier...or in another lifetime...then Blaine Anderson, I would be all yours."