Chapter 6:

"Kiss me my Lord."

The dark pleading of Kurt's voice mixed with the innocent vulnerability of his sparkling eyes that looked up at Blaine through heavy-lidded lashes sent a bolt of heat straight to the other man's groin. Blaine wavered momentarily, caught between wanting desperately to seize the mouth beneath him immediately and the twisted desire to enact his control over his begging Subordinate. Somewhere deep inside him, Seth's voice twitched a muscle and Blaine steeled himself. He dropped Kurt's face from his hands and pulled back calmly, exercising a control he no longer felt. The hurt of the rejection that flashed across Kurt's face almost made him relent but the darker part of him knew that this was what needed to be done.

The fragile, pale boy let his eyes fall dejected and ashamed to his lap and his eyes burnt with self-loathing. Nothing in the last day had made him feel more insignificant, more revolted at himself, than at that moment. He stared bleakly out of the window, visibly shrinking into the leather.

"When we get home you will wait for me in my bedchamber."

Blaine's voice startled him, the words taking a while to sink past his embarrassment and register in his head. He felt his skin prickle as nervous energy sparked through him, fear rippling across his body at what Blaine would do with him under the cover of darkness, having just rejected his such blatant advances. Ever the docile Subordinate, he voiced none of his fears, just kept his head down and whispered, "Of course, Lord Anderson".

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Kurt had been standing in the centre of Blaine's room for forty-seven minutes.

When they'd arrived home, the young Lord had immediately entered his study and closed the door behind him, ignoring Kurt entirely. A silent manservant had appeared and without introduction lead Kurt upstairs and showed him to Lord Anderson's room, saying only ‘You are to wait here.' before removing himself and shutting the door with a sharp click.

Kurt had never been in Blaine's room before and had taken the opportunity to fully digest his surroundings. If he'd been hoping for some sign of the true nature of his master to be revealed in the intimacy of his bedroom, he'd been sorely disappointed; the room displayed nothing except what Kurt already knew; that Blaine Anderson was a powerful and very wealthy man with very little time or inclination for the personal.

The space was large and rectangular, occupying an entire corner of the East wing of the mansion. Decorated in a rich red flock wallpaper displaying exotic oriental designs, the room seemed stifling and claustrophobic, the designs appearing like scars scratched into the skin of the house and bleeding onto the thick pile of the maroon carpet. Kurt's eyes had immediately fallen on the bed, an enormous, four poster forged out of heavy black iron that twisted into an elaborate pattern of fretwork marking out the headboard. Flimsy white drapes hung from the roof of the bed, and were currently billowing and snapping in the icy breeze that drifted in from the open window, searing goosebumps across Kurt's still naked chest.

Forty-nine minutes ticked by on the clock above the fireplace that he stood in front of, gilded cupids dancing across the face and seemingly mocking Kurt in their cherubic innocence. He hugged his arms across his chest and continued to wait.

Three minutes later the door behind Kurt clicked open and the air in the room sparked with a strange current. The Subordinate didn't move, couldn't turn round, remaining frozen and beginning to tremble with thoughts of what was about to happen. Blaine stood, watching the exposed muscles of Kurt's back clench with each uneven breath and felt his body ache.

He walked purposefully towards Kurt, watching as he flinched when the door snapped shut leaving them entirely imprisoned.

"Turn around, Kurt." his voice growled low and with a hint of threat.

Quivering under the strange spell that Blaine seemed to cast over him with his voice, Kurt obeyed, twisting on the spot until he was face to face with the dark eyes of his Lord. Blaine's hand reached up and he slid his finger underneath the tight leather of the collar, using it to pull Kurt closer towards him. The Subordinate swallowed thickly, struggling under the pressure of the now too tight neck restraint and ashamedly feeling the familiar stirrings of desire pooling in his stomach.

"Ask me again." Blaine demanded, lips hovering dangerously close over Kurt's.

Without thought or reason Kurt heard himself respond, heard the ragged groan ease out of his throat and the same desperate plea spill from his mouth.

"Please...please...kiss me, my Lord."

Hot lips crushed against his as Blaine captured his mouth, slamming the breath out of Kurt as he held him steady by the collar. His tongue immediately pushed against Kurt's closed lips, forcing its way inside and delving into the waiting depths of his wet heat. It was demanding and intoxicating and Kurt felt himself dissolve under the expert administrations of the other man's mouth, moaning wantonly and sliding his own tongue hesitantly alongside the Lord's.

Kurt had imagined his first kiss to be tentative and sweet, a gentle foray into young love and tiptoeing around desire, but this; this heat and need and want and fierce desperation was something he'd never imagined. This was dark and like a drug and Kurt wanted to drown in it. He whimpered needily when Blaine pulled back sharply, trying to nuzzle forward and capture his lips again.

Blaine chuckled darkly. "Be patient, Kurt. Be patient."

He stepped back and let his eyes wander over the now flushed and panting body of the man in front of him. Kurt squirmed under the scrutiny, feeling once again sacrificial and violated, and yet his achingly hard cock betrayed his desire for it all. A controlled smile slid across Blaine's lips as he let his eyes linger on the ill-concealed bulge straining against the silver jeans and felt his own cock twitch in impatience.

"Do you want me to fuck you, Kurt?"

A wave of fear gripped Kurt at the slightly sinister undertone to Blaine's voice, but at the same time a breathy whine escaped his lips and his eyes fluttered closed at the promise of what lay ahead. Blaine smiled again, slow and knowing.

"Do you want me to take you, Kurt? Do you want me to impale you and stab into you and make you feel me deep inside you?"

Kurt was trembling openly now, both terrified of the hinted pain and brutally excited by the filth of the words spilling from Blaine's tongue. Somewhere in the very back of his conscience Kurt could hear his father's voice and shame surged through him at what he was doing, what he was feeling. He almost managed to pull himself back to morality and reason and sense but Blaine's voice continued and his next line rendered Kurt irreparably  lost.  

"Do you want me to possess you, Kurt?"

Fire surged through Kurt and he whined low and desperate, his cock now crying out for release and pressing oh so achingly against his too-tight jeans. His knees buckled slightly and Blaine took hold of his hips roughly, spinning him around and sinking his mouth down over the vein throbbing in his neck. He sucked hard against the flesh, feeling the blood drawing to the surface and marking Kurt as his. Always his. The boy sagged against him, wrecked and rolling his neck back to allow Blaine more access, a guttural groan wrenched from his wide open mouth. Licking a trail along the underside of the collar, Blaine draw fiery patterns into Kurt's untouched flesh, searing his mark against the pale skin and biting down hard.

"You're mine" he growled repeatedly against Kurt's ear before wrenching himself off and pushing Kurt against the bedpost, his body pressing its full length against the curve of Kurt's back. Kurt gasped as he felt Blaine's hard length rutting against his ass and involuntarily pushed back against it. He didn't know what was happening to him. Part of him was deeply ashamed for what he was allowing, no - begging for Blaine to do to him and the other part, the darker, more vocal part was just screaming out for the touch and the heat and to be claimed. He whined again when he felt Blaine pull back.

"Take your clothes off for me, Kurt."

Shaking fingers moved to the buckle of his belt as Kurt locked eyes with Blaine, now sitting composed on the edge of the crimson silk quilt. He didn't hesitate as he removed the belt and slowly undid the jeans, sighing in relief as he eased them down his thighs and tugged them off along with his back boots, his painfully hard cock springing back up to hit against his stomach.

He'd never been naked in front of another man and the slow and intense slide of Blaine's eyes over his exposed flesh made him feel more shamefully vulnerable. Lord Anderson licked his lips and reached up slowly to untie his bowtie, leaving it draped around his neck but releasing his dress shirt collar. There was something so sinfully indecent about Kurt's starkly exposed, pale flesh against Blaine's fully clothed body it made him shiver with longing and he rose gently, stepping to the side away from the bed and moving behind Kurt.

"Bend over the bed Kurt, with your hands on the quilt." He said darkly, breathing into Kurt's ear seductively. Kurt's eyes slid closed and he felt himself stiffen in fear of what Blaine was about to do. He turned his head slightly, looking nervously around into the Lord's face and was surprised to find warm, lust blown eyes staring back at him. "I'm not going to rape you, Kurt." He said again, repeating the words from the library earlier that day and snaking his hands around Kurt's body from behind, holding him slightly, stroking his sides in an almost gentle caress. Kurt sank back against him and allowed himself to be walked forward and bent carefully over the bed, feeling strangely calmed by the warmth of Blaine's body, hunched over his back and offering no protest when he felt his tongue licking a path down his spine.

Cold air breathed across his skin as he felt Blaine pull away and step back. "So beautiful." Blaine whispered through his now lightly laboured breaths as he let his gaze slide over the tight curve of Kurt's ass, inserting his knee between Kurt's legs and nudging them slightly apart. "Open up for me, Kurt." he said, his voice low and darkly powerful.

Kurt gulped down a nervous swallow as he heard a click of a bottle lid behind him before he felt slick, wet fingers sliding gently up and down between his cheeks. He gasped at the sensation, his body pressing back for more before his brain could really process what he was feeling, and then short-circuiting all together when he felt the swirl of the digit against his tight hole. He moaned brokenly at the gentle pressure, longing for more. "Please.....ungh...please" he gasped, not even sure what he was begging for. It was enough though, as Blaine finally lost his control and an animalistic growl was wrenched from his throat.

Placing one hand firmly against Kurt's hip and holding him in place, Blaine gently eased his index finger into the achingly tight heat of Kurt's ass. The sensation was at once alien and foreign to Kurt and his immediate instinct was to rebel against it and expel it from his body. He moaned brokenly and tried to pull away but Blaine held him firm, leaning over to kiss against his neck again as he waited for him to relax. Gritting his teeth and forcing himself to breathe more deeply through the intrusion, Kurt finally allowed his muscles to relax slightly, feeling Blaine draw the finger out slowly before pushing it back in again. Becoming more used to the strange feeling, Kurt began to keen against the sheet, needing to feel something more; more pressure; more stretch. He rutted back sharply on the digit and whined into the silk. "More Blaine, more" he begged, not even registering that he'd used Blaine's first name, not caring about anything except the other man's ever-probing finger.

Not wanting to admit how much the sound of his own name spilling from Kurt's lips had turned him on, Blaine squeezed tighter on the pale hip he was clenching and pushed back into Kurt more forcefully, this time with two fingers. Kurt yelped at the sudden pain the additional stretch caused him and Blaine stilled again as he let him adjust, forcing himself to remain in control and not to just plough into the achingly tight heat that was clenching around his fingers. Listening to Kurt's soft whimpers, Blaine began to scissor his fingers, watching intently as the muscle walls contracted and expanded around his administrations.

Without stopping to check this time or wait for Kurt's consent, Blaine withdrew and added a third finger, knowing this would hurt but needing to stretch Kurt fully. His eyes drifted closed against the broken sob of pain that strangled out of Kurt's throat at the intrusion, and he instinctively reached round to grip Kurt's cock, attempting to ease the burn with a few hard tugs. The sudden relief Kurt felt at finally having his neglected cock touched took away some of his attention from the searing pain in his ass, and he let out another wanton groan of longing. Blaine released him again and leant down to nibble at the top of the other man's spine, kissing him with a gentleness that made Kurt's heart flutter and a warmth spread through him. Very carefully, Blaine changed the angle of his fingers, curling them up slightly to drag across the cluster of nerves deep inside him.

Kurt yelped. His entire body jolted with pleasure at the brush across his prostate and he thrust back sharply on Blaine's fingers, fucking himself down on the digits, incoherent sounds tumbling from his lips. The sight was too much for Blaine who increased the pressure of his fingers, sliding relentlessly over the inner wall and shaking with lust at the sight of Kurt's writhing back beneath him.

"Shit...Fuck....I'm going to ...please. More."

Blaine stilled his fingers at Kurt's broken words, the control pouring back over him as he steadied himself. He leant forward and breathed his hot breath into Kurt's ear.

"You will not come, Kurt. Not until I say you can. Is that clear?"

Kurt whined again, pushing back involuntarily against the fingers that still refused to move inside him, Blaine's words clawing into his skin. Suddenly and without warning, Blaine withdrew his fingers making Kurt scream out in frustration at the loss and emptiness inside him. The sound of the tuxedo trouser zip sliding down made Kurt flinch and he listened as the pants were dropped to the floor and discarded. The Lord smirked a little, delighted at how easily he could make this untouched man fall apart and reached for the bottle again, sliding on a condom before slicking up his cock and moving forward to position it tantalisingly against Kurt's contracting entrance. Kurt's breath hitched and he tensed in fear, knuckles white against the bed sheets as he felt the now clearly naked form of Blaine bending over him.

"You have to ask me, Kurt. You have to beg me, remember?" Blaine whispered, exercising every shred of control he'd been taught and trembling with the effort not to just force his way through that tight ring of muscle. He knew he could just take him. Knew most Lords enjoyed the ultimate power to take what they needed regardless, but Blaine couldn't do it. There were different ways to control and Blaine wanted to hear his innocent, untouched virgin dragged to the point of begging for his master. Kurt turned his head a fraction, eyes heavy and lust blown, burning with need. He abandoned of all former sense and let go of everything. 

"Please..God..Please. Fuck me. Please My Lord," The voice that came out his mouth surprised both of them in its darkly sinful tone and Kurt wondered, in a brief moment of coherence who this man was that was laying, splayed and naked and begging to be fucked. Had this been inside him all along? Blaine paused for the briefest moment, stroking Kurt's hips almost reverently before he surrendered and shoved his cock in with as much force as he could muster.

Kurt screamed. His eyes filled with tears at the searing fire that shot through him, the pain forcing every muscle in his body to clench and intensify the agony even further. Blaine gasped as he buried himself entirely in the too tight heat of Kurt's ass and felt his own cock constricted painfully inside the distraught man beneath him. Without thinking Blaine lay his full weight over Kurt, holding him tightly and pressing his face into his back whispering over and over again "I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, Kurt. I'm so sorry."

Both men lay utterly still, ragged breaths dragged out of them as they fought together to relax and ease the pain. Blaine's unexpectedly apologetic words and kisses had a soothing effect and Kurt finally felt his body surrender slightly to the intrusion, reminding himself that he'd wanted it. Had begged for it.

As if registering the slight change in Kurt, Blaine pulled back a little and whispered gently against his ear "Can I move?". Kurt nodded unsteadily beneath him and whimpered weakly when he felt the drag of Blaine's cock easing out of him and pushing back in again, this time achingly slowly. There was an unfamiliar tenderness to the way Blaine fucked him now, slow and gentle and so unlike any of the Lord's previous mannerisms that Kurt felt the initial pain sliding away as he relaxed into the increasingly delicious sensations of the cock thrusting in and out.

They fucked slowly, the cool air of the room humming around them and the drape curtains occasionally brushing against Kurt's sensitive flesh, making it tingle. The only sounds that could be heard were the tiny gasps of pleasure from Kurt as Blaine thrust forward each time and the sinful sound of skin slapping against skin in the darkened room. Reaching forward, Blaine slid his fingers against the collar still wrapped around Kurt's neck, and tugged gently on it, pulling Kurt up and against his chest, feeling their sweat sliding together as he fucked him from behind.

The change in angle meant that Blaine was now hitting repeatedly against Kurt's prostate with each, increasingly more forceful thrust and Kurt grunted out a string of obscenities as his nerved were assaulted, clinging to the back of Blaine's neck and drawing him even more inside of himself.

They'd become more desperate now, all need for gentleness gone, and Blaine drove forward harder and faster feeling the tell-tale coiling in his stomach as he pushed towards his release. Kurt too was now whining a constant stream of incoherence, his cock leaking pre-cum desperately and straining for the relief that Kurt wouldn't allow. Blaine watched in awe as Kurt clenched his teeth against his obvious need to climax, the sight of his obedient Subordinate drawing the aching heat out of him and pushing him to fuck harder and without mercy.

Kurt was wrecked, quivering and shaking with the constant pressure against his prostate and the tight twisting inside him and he begged Blaine to allow him to come, head flung back against the other man's neck and teeth biting down on his lips in gritted concentration. Blaine reached around and captured his mouth in a kiss again, forcing his tongue into the other man's panting mouth and filthily mimicking the same motion of his cock.

"Come for me, Kurt. You can come now."

The words were all it took for Kurt to suddenly explode, his world turning white and streams of come shooting ribbons across the silk bedcovers as he screamed into Blaine's mouth. Losing all remaining control at the sight of Kurt's utter abandonment, the Lord shoved him over the bed again, holding him down against the stained sheets and pounded into his now throbbing ass relentlessly. It took several more violent thrusts before Blaine was crying out Kurt's name and spilling into him, pumping waves of come deep inside and clutching the white flesh of his hips painfully tight as he shuddered against him.

He withdrew almost immediately, collapsing on the bed beside Kurt who was now lying limp and boneless against the sheets. Kurt had never experienced anything so intense in his life and he panted raggedly into the bed linen, trying desperately to form coherent thoughts. He knew that he would be made to leave. That eventually, Blaine would come back to himself and would become the cold detached Lord that Kurt knew he was, but for that moment he wanted to surrender. Wanted to revel in the gentle touch of Blaine's fingers sliding softly over his muscles in his shoulders.

Blaine had turned onto his side and was unthinkingly tracing patterns into Kurt's soft skin, enjoying the contrast of the beautifully pale body lying starkly against the dark red of the coverlet. He kissed a line down his back, ducking lower to blow softly across Kurt's red and raw looking hole trying to soothe the throbbing pain that he knew he'd caused, before moving upwards again and trailing open mouthed kisses around the collar. Time seemed to stand still momentarily and the entire outside world seemed to disappear as both men lost themselves to their own private struggles. Kurt waited for the rejection that he knew would come. He didn't want to turn his head and face it.

The whisper that came out of the darkness seemed to surprise them both in its unfamiliar gentle questioning.

"Will you stay?"

Kurt turned slowly to look at Blaine, the man almost unrecognisable in his sudden smallness and open vulnerability. He didn't say anything, couldn't actually find the words in his choked throat, just nodded his head a tiny fraction and curled himself into the open outstretched arms of his Lord.