You push me
I don't have the strength to
Resist or control you
Take me down, take me down

-Never Gonna Leave This Bed by Maroon 5-

Kurt stared at his reflection. He was sitting at the brand new vanity Blaine had ordered for him in anticipation of his return from France. It was very sleek, modern, and state of the art, yet still featured the large, bright light bulbs that highlighted every facial blemish and line. It was expensive and very beautiful. A welcome home present for Kurt.

This was the first time Kurt was getting a chance to use it. He gently shifted on the pillow and blanket he had wrapped around the padded bench. He couldn't sit directly on the vanity bench. His ass was too sore from sex. Five days of hard, punishing, brutal sex.

It had been a rough week.

Blaine was determined to regain his strength as quickly as possible. This led to a five day fuck fest fueled by Blaine's anger and sexual rage. For five days he fucked Kurt ruthlessly. He was angry at Kurt for leaving him, angry at himself for allowing it, and angry at Jace for betraying him. He needed to fuck away what Jace had done to him. He needed his skin to darken. He needed to look in the mirror and feel strong and powerful. He needed his confidence back. It wasn't just the sexual nature of the attack that broke Blaine. It was the stealing of his darkness. The darkness was Blaine. It defined him. And he had allowed it to be taken from him. It had shaken Blaine to his very core.

So he fucked the hell out of Kurt. Hard, demanding and mercilessly. And he screamed. A lot. Blaine was angry at himself, but he was also furious with Kurt. Kurt should have known better. He never should have left. He was supposed to take care of Blaine and help him with the darkness. He failed. He was a bad slave.

Kurt willingly endured. After all Blaine was right. Kurt was supposed to take care of him. He shouldn't have left. He had failed him. So Kurt didn't mind the fucking or the screaming. What scared him was Blaine's insistence that he loved Kurt too much. That his failure was loving Kurt too much. He accused Kurt of using that love to get what he wanted. Of tricking Blaine into allowing him to go to Paris. One night he tied Kurt to the bed with scarves and the control and sat between his legs, screaming at him.

"You're just like Delilah! She used her charms and beauty to seduce Samson into cutting off his hair, leaving him weak! You tricked me into letting you go! You knew I could never deny you anything! You took advantage of that and left me here! Weak and alone!"

Kurt stared at him in shocked disbelief. "That's not true! You tortured me for two days straight before letting me go! How could you forget that weekend!"

"You deserted me! You left me! You let him have me!"

"You wanted him! You admitted that you wanted him!"

"I only wanted him because you left me!" Blaine slammed into him, fucking him hard, his eyes burning and full of anger.

Kurt never knew how to respond to that because it was the truth. His guilt left him silent while the fucking caused him to scream.

Their nights were as difficult as their days. The dreams of Jace returned, but now they were nightmares. Like before, Jace was on top of Blaine, fucking him hard. Blaine would scream and try to get away, but now in the dream, Jace would pull out of Blaine and roll over on to Kurt. He would start fucking Kurt and Kurt would scream Jace's name and call him master.

Blaine would wake up in a wild rage and push Kurt out of the bed. His eyes would be three shades darker and filled with a lustful anger. It was those moments that scared the hell out of Kurt. Blaine would attack him, backing him up against the wall, his eyes full of accusation and distrust.

"Why did you leave me? You aren't supposed to leave me. Stop leaving me!"

"I promise I'll never leave you again. I promise!"

"Sure you won't! You say that now, but you're lying! The minute someone dangles some fabric in front of you, you'll be out the door in a flash!"

"No! No! I won't! I promise Blaine! I promise!"

"Liar!"

And Blaine would lose it. He would grab Kurt, drag him to the brick wall and fuck him against it with all his strength. Kurt would scream and cry out from both the sexual intensity and from the pain. He loved the feeling of being fucked so viciously by Blaine, but it broke his heart that Blaine was doing it from a place of hurt and rage. Kurt knew Blaine still loved him, but Blaine was screwed up by what had happened. He was scared of his love for Kurt. Scared the love made him weak.

Afterward Blaine would gently and lovingly clean Kurt's back, hold him tight and whisper to him; his voice filled with desperation.

"Please don't leave me, Kurt. I love you. I do. I can't help it. Just...don't leave me again. Please don't leave me. I want to love you. I need to love you, but...you leave me when I love you."

Kurt would cry and try to convince him of his loyalty.

"I promise Blaine, I'll never leave you again. Never. I will always take care of you. I promise. I love you, Blaine. I love you. I love you. I love you..." And they would drift back to sleep.

By Saturday night Blaine decided enough was enough. It had been one week since the attack and he was determined not to spend anymore time being angry. It was time to move forward. There was a lesson to be learned from what happened. Blaine would never allow himself to be in a weak and vulnerable position, ever again. He ended up in a weak position because he had been a weak master. He hadn't controlled his slave.

Blaine was convinced his love for Kurt had both screwed him and saved him. He'd let Kurt go to Paris because he loved him and wanted him happy. That had been a mistake. The biggest mistake of his life. And it had been made out of love. But Kurt said it was that same love, that stopped Jace from enslaving him, so the love wasn't all bad. He just needed to get control of things. Full, ultimate and dominate control of Kurt.

He still loved him more than anything, but in Blaine's mind, that love was dangerous. He'd been too lenient with Kurt. Kurt had to be retrained. Blaine had to become a better master. He owed it to himself and to Kurt. If Blaine laid down the rules, Kurt would know his boundaries and not try to push. And if he did try to push...well, Blaine would just have to punish the hell out of him.

Yes.

It was time for a reset.

Reset and retraining.

Sunday night Blaine stared at himself in the mirror. For the first time in months he was thrilled with his reflection. His skin was fully restored to its dark olive color. His eyes were dark and his body temperature was stuck at boiling. He took a deep breath. He felt strong and powerful. It felt amazing. No, he would never allow someone to steal this feeling from him again.

Blaine sat down on the couch. Kurt got up from the vanity and went over to kneel before him. Blaine pressed his forehead to Kurt's and kissed him gently.

"Thank you for restoring me."

"You're welcome, master."

Blaine sat back and stared into Kurt's eyes, trapping him.

"I told you things had to change. That we are pushing the reset button on our relationship. Well those changes start tonight. I am going to lay down some rules for you to follow for the next two weeks. You will not argue with me or disobey me, Kurt. Any disobedience on your part will earn you punishment. I love you, but I must control you. The shit that has gone on this summer can never, ever happen again. Do you understand me?"

"Yes master."

"Good. First, when we wake up in the morning, I will fuck you. I will not fuck you this week because the past five days have been enough. Your body needs a break. But starting next week I will fuck you every morning.

While I take a shower you will fix breakfast. After we eat I'll finish getting dressed except for my boxers and pants. You will suck me before I leave, and you will hold my cum in your mouth until I tell you to swallow. Just a little reminder before I leave for the day of who owns you. Of who you belong to. I want you to taste me all day. Do you understand, beautiful?"

Kurt nodded enthusiastically. "Yes master." Blaine smiled. He knew Kurt found the whole waiting for permission to swallow thing kinky as hell. Blaine loved the control, and the way Kurt looked on his knees, his mouth filled with Blaine's release. Sexy as fuck.

"Good. Next, you are not allowed to leave the loft without me. You will stay here while I'm at work."

Kurt swallowed. He didn't like this, but he wasn't about to protest. For now he was willing to do whatever Blaine wanted and needed to help them recover because he had a plan.

Kurt understood Blaine's need for control. He really couldn't blame him after all that had happened, but he didn't want Blaine to blame it on their love. Kurt hoped that if he took care of Blaine, loved him deeply and allowed him to feel the control he craved, it would ease his fears about loving Kurt too much and eventually Blaine would feel better about their love. Instead of seeing it as a weakness, he would recognize it as a strength.

And allow Kurt to do certain things.

Like open a design house.

Blaine was staring in his eyes. "Do you understand, beautiful? You may not leave the loft while I'm at work. I want you here."

Kurt nodded slowly. He wasn't going to argue, but he did have an idea that would gain him some freedom.

"Could I come see you during the day? Maybe meet you for lunch?"

Blaine thought about it. That would be nice. They could eat at the restaurant across from the building, or Kurt could bring him lunch. And maybe on certain days, he could sneak Kurt on to one of the empty floors in the building and screw him. That would be awesome. Afternoon delight.

"Okay. That actually sounds nice."

Kurt smiled. Perfect. That would give him a chance to get out and wander around a bit.

"You should have dinner prepared and ready by the time I get home." Kurt nodded. Of course.

"You may not jerk off during the day and you may never come without my permission. And trust me. I'll know if you do and I will punish your cock. Not your ass. Your cock."

Kurt's eyes fluttered closed. Why, why, why was he turned on by that? And what did Blaine mean by punishing his cock and not his ass?

"That's all for now, but there will be more. Do you understand everything?"

"Yes master."

"Good. So how do you like your new vanity?"

Kurt got up and sat down on the bench. "It's beautiful. Thank you so much. I really love it."

Blaine walked over and stood behind him. He placed his hands on his shoulders and looked at their reflections.

"You're welcome." Blaine slowly trailed his fingers down Kurt's neck. He quickly unclasped the K&B necklace and removed it from around Kurt's neck. Kurt gasped as his hands flew to his throat.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm taking this. I'm replacing it."

"I don't want another necklace. I love that necklace."

"Well you can't have it anymore."

Kurt fought back tears. He'd worn that necklace religiously for six years. Regardless of the outfit, Kurt had never, ever taken it off. Just like Blaine had told him on his 18th birthday.

"What will you replace it with?"

Blaine leaned down and gently kissed the top of Kurt's head. He did not answer the question.

On Tuesday, Kurt checked out his outfit in the mirror. He couldn't wait to go to Paris to get his things. He had thought about asking Etienne to send him a few choice outfits, but he really didn't want to take any chances with his clothes. From the looks of his room, Etienne had never owned a hanger in his life, much less folded something appropriately. So Kurt was stuck with the things he had left behind. Very last season.

As he pulled on his boots his cell phone rang. Kurt sighed and felt new guilt on top of his Blaine guilt.

Warren.

Warren didn't know Kurt was back in New York and Kurt wasn't sure he wanted to tell him. He knew Warren would want to get together, and Kurt was sure that was out of the question. He didn't want to do anything that might set Blaine off. He contemplated not answering, but that just made him feel worse.

"Hello."

"Hey Kurt! How are you?"

"I'm good. How are you?"

"I'm fine. Are you back in New York?"

Kurt hesitated. Should he lie? He really didn't want to lie.

"Yes."

"For how long?"

"For good."

"For good?"

"Yes."

"What about the internship? Wasn't it for a year?"

Crap. Kurt had forgotten about that. He would have to tell Warren he quit the internship. Kurt glanced at the clock. He needed to get going. He was not allowed to be late.

"Listen Warren. I need to go right now, but I promise to explain what's going on later. Can I call you?"

"Will you really call me, Kurt?"

Kurt was hurt, but he knew Warren was right to have doubts.

"Yes. I promise. Maybe we can meet for coffee later this week. Okay?"

"Sure Kurt. Bye." Warren hung up.

Kurt stared at the screen. He deserved that. He was a bad friend. A bad friend and a bad slave. The only thing he seemed to be good at was designing clothes, and that was on hold for now. With everything going on he wasn't about to ask Blaine about getting a job. At least not now. Maybe after school started.

X-X-X-X-X

Blaine sat in the restaurant across from the HWV offices, waiting for and thinking about Kurt and the previous week. He knew he had fucked Kurt brutally, but he didn't regret it. The fucking helped him recover. Besides, Kurt deserved it. He'd endured the constant assaults to his ass and never begged for mercy because Kurt knew he deserved to be punishingly fucked. Blaine didn't mind giving him a week off. He had earned it.

Blaine's cell phone rang. It was Kent.

"Hi Blaine. How are you doing?"

Kent's voice had that quiet, sympathetic tone people spoke with after the death of someone. Blaine had been getting these types of calls for the past week. Jace's body wasn't discovered for two days. His co-workers grew suspicious when he didn't show up for work on Monday and missed an important client meeting on Tuesday. The human resources director had checked his file and called his parents in Virginia who then called Frances and asked him to stop by and check on him. Frances found him lying dead in the living room. The police investigated briefly, but there were no signs of foul play. No forced entry, nothing stolen, no obvious signs of physical trauma and no drugs or alcohol in his system. Because Jace was young, the coroner did an intensive and exhaustive autopsy. In the end she ruled the cause of death as a massive heart attack. Strange and rare in someone so young and healthy, but not unheard of.

As word of Jace's death spread, friends had been calling Blaine. Blaine played his part. He expressed shock and sadness over his friend's death. They had just hung out that afternoon. He was fine when Blaine left.

"I'm fine, Kent. How are you?"

"I'm good. I was really sorry to hear about Jace. Damn. No one that young should die."

Blaine said nothing. Kent continued.

"I just wanted you to know that I will see you at the funeral on Saturday. Too bad it's not here, but I can understand his family wanting to do it down there. I guess they all still live in Virginia."

Shit.

Blaine had completely forgotten that there would be a funeral. He certainly didn't plan to attend. Would it look strange if he wasn't there?

"Um...I don't plan on attending. I don't really do funerals."

Kent was surprised. "Really? You're not going?"

"No. I'm not going."

"Oh. Well...okay. I guess I won't see you then. Oh, by the way. I have information on three life insurance policies for you to review. Maybe we can get together next week?"

"Sure."

"Okay."

Blaine hung up and sat back in his chair. Dammit.

He looked up and saw Kurt walking towards him. Blaine felt himself harden slightly. No matter what, in his eyes, Kurt would always be the most beautiful man in the world.

"Hello master."

"Hi."

Once they ordered Blaine decided to get Kurt's opinion.

"Jace's funeral is on Saturday."

Kurt rolled his eyes. "So what?"

"Do you think we should go?"

Kurt looked slightly horrified. "What on earth for?"

"Well...people knew we were friends. Apparently everyone from the social circle is going. It might look strange if I'm not there."

"But...Blaine...we can't go. If Jace was able to recognize the darkness in you, won't his family? Or at least the ones who are dark as well? How many are there? Do you know? What if they recognize your power and think you might know something about his death?"

Blaine stared at Kurt. He hadn't thought of any of that.

Kurt looked at Blaine closely. "Do you want to go?"

"Not really. I just don't want people to question why I'm not there."

Blaine was quiet, thinking about what Kurt had said. Despite everything that had happened, a tiny part of Blaine was glad he met Jace. It had never dawned on him that there might be others out there like him. Now that he knew there were, he was curious. Jace inherited his darkness from his grandfather. Were there others in his family?

Kurt seemed to be thinking the same thing. "Do you think his grandparents will be there?" Blaine knew what Kurt was thinking. If they went he might get to see Jace's grandmother, Jessica. Another slave. Blaine knew how badly Kurt wanted someone to talk to. He felt bad about that. Blaine didn't care about knowing another master. Especially now. That shit was dangerous. But he knew Kurt longed for someone to share his experience with. Kurt was lonely in his slavery.

"Maybe. Jace's grandfather didn't like him because he was gay, but...Jace was his grandson. It would look strange if they didn't attend their own grandson's funeral."

"We will do whatever you decide."

"Yes. It is whatever I decide. I decide. Not you."

Over lunch Blaine chatted about some case he was working on. Kurt half listened, obviously distracted by his own thoughts. Blaine finally stopped talking.

"What's on your mind, Kurt?"

"Are you ever going to forgive me for leaving?"

The moment the words were out of his mouth, Kurt was filled with regret. He hadn't meant to ask. It was what he was thinking, but he certainly didn't plan to bring it up.

Blaine glared at him. "I haven't forgiven myself for letting you go."

"You have to forgive me, Blaine. You have to. I can't stand..." Kurt's voice trailed off. What was he doing? Why was he pushing this? It was too soon.

Blaine was quiet. He felt anger rising in him. Why should he forgive Kurt if he couldn't forgive himself?

"You left me. From day one, I've always been honest with you about what I need. About what it would mean to be with me. And yet, you still left me."

"You let me go."

"I let you go because I was blinded by my love for you, but you should have known better. You're supposed to know better when I don't. My helpmate, remember?"

Blaine stood up and threw some cash on the table. He leaned down and kissed Kurt's neck. He whispered in his ear. "You're beautiful, and fucking you is glorious, but you're a terrible slave. Now go home and wait for me."

Blaine walked out of the restaurant.

Kurt sat there cursing himself. Why had he started in on the forgiveness thing? What was he thinking? Don't push. Let Blaine control...everything.

Kurt didn't get up to leave. He just sat there. He felt worn out and exhausted. He hadn't meant to tick Blaine off, his ass was sore, he was frustrated about not having his clothes, Blaine appeared to be considering attending his rapist's funeral...

"Are you okay?"

Kurt looked up. A good-looking man with brown hair and bright green eyes was looking at him with concern. He made Kurt think of Tyler.

"Um...yes...I'm okay."

The man pulled out a chair and sat down. "You don't look okay. Your boyfriend looked pretty mad when he stalked out of here. Your conversation looked pretty intense."

Kurt didn't say anything.

"Don't worry. I didn't eavesdrop. I was sitting at the bar. I could read your body language."

Kurt still didn't say anything.

"You know what? You look like you could use a drink."

The man called a waiter over. "Two white wines, please. The new Riesling you have on your menu would be great."

Kurt started to protest. "Oh, no. No. I can't drink in the middle of the day. I need to get home."

"One glass won't kill you and it's only 1:00 pm. You have time to get home and make dinner for angry guy."

Kurt sat back. He didn't feel like arguing.

The waiter served the wine. Kurt took a sip. It was good. Really good.

"Um, thank you...whoever you are, but the angry guy who just left is my fiancee."

"Lucky guy. He should treat you better if he's going to marry you."

"He treats me well."

"Sure he does. That's why he just stalked out and left you sitting here on the verge of tears."

Kurt didn't say anything. They sat in silence, sipping wine. When his glass was empty, he stood up.

"I really must be going. Thank you...I don't know your name."

"Andrew. Andrew Montiel. You can call me Drew."

"I'm Kurt Hummel. Thank you Drew. You're very kind. I actually needed that."

Andrew smiled. "So did I. See you around, Kurt."

Andrew watched Kurt leave.

Nice ass...for a guy.

X-X-X-X-X

Kurt wanted to erase the tension from lunch, so he made Blaine's favorite meal. Steak, grilled vegetables and wild rice. He showered, styled his hair and only put on his apron. It was the middle of the week, but he knew it would make Blaine happy, and he wanted Blaine happy.

Blaine walked in and stopped when he saw Kurt.

Naked Kurt. His favorite kind of Kurt.

"Hi."

"Hello." Kurt walked over to him and kissed him. He turned to return to the kitchen, but Blaine grabbed his arm and pulled him back into a long, deep kiss. Kurt melted. Blaine trailed his hands down Kurt's back to his ass. He squeezed gently and pulled Kurt closer to him. Kurt's body eagerly responded. His ass was still sore, but he was desperate for Blaine to make love to him. Since everything had happened, Blaine hadn't made love to him once. All he had done was fuck him. Blaine ran his hands over Kurt's ass and slowly teased his entrance. Kurt moaned. For the first time in two weeks Blaine's touch was gentle and soft.

"Please...please make love to me."

Blaine stopped and stepped back. His eyes were cool. "I'll decide when we're going to make love again, and it won't be any time soon. I'm going to take a shower."

He turned and walked towards the bathroom. Kurt sighed and returned to the kitchen.

When dinner was over, Blaine surprised Kurt by announcing that he would clean up. He told Kurt to rest. Kurt sprawled out on the floor with his sketch pad. He was soon completely absorbed in the three quarter length coat he was drawing. So absorbed that he didn't notice Blaine setting a chair in the middle of the room, pulling out scarves from his dresser drawer or pulling out a black contraption from under his bed.

"Come here, Kurt."

Kurt looked up in surprise. Wasn't he supposed to have this week off?

He crawled over to Blaine and kneeled in front of him.

"How can I serve you, master?"

Blaine breathed deeply. Kurt looked sexy and submissive as fuck.

"Let's start with you opening your mouth."

Kurt obediently accepted Blaine's cock, taking it all in until it hit the back of his throat. Blaine gently grasped Kurt's hair and started slowly fucking his mouth.

"I was going to give your ass a break this week, but you asked me to make love to you. I'll assume that means your ass feels better, so I am going to punish you. Do you know why I am punishing you Kurt?"

Kurt kept sucking as he shook his head.

"I am punishing you for asking for sex when I told you we were taking a break. You don't get to control when we have sex. I control when we have sex."

Blaine allowed Kurt to bring him to the brink of his orgasm before pulling out. He told Kurt to stand up.

"I have something new for us to try. Do you want to try something new, Kurt." Kurt nodded. As if he would ever say no. Blaine held up the black contraption. It was a black, metal bar, with several cuffs attached. He held it up in front of Kurt.

"This is a spreader bar. I'm going to attach your ankles to it. It will prevent you from closing your legs because you don't want to close your legs, do you Kurt?"

Kurt's eyes were wide as he stared at the bar. "No master."

"That's what I thought. My own personal sex slave."

Blaine leaned down and cuffed Kurt's ankles to either side of the bar. He took a scarf and tied Kurt's hands together. He gagged him with another. Blaine carefully maneuvered himself behind Kurt to sit down on the chair. He placed his hands on Kurt's hips.

"Down Kurt."

Kurt slowly slid himself down on to Blaine's cock, grunting and moaning against the scarf. This was already harsh torture to his ass, but something about being chained to the bar took the feeling to a new level. Kurt was in agonizing ecstasy. "Now slave, I want you to use your legs to bounce up and down. Fuck your master's cock hard. I want you to feel it. All of it. Every single inch."

Kurt moaned and whined through the scarf. Blaine drove him until he erupted in Kurt's ass. Due to the constant high heat of Blaine's body, his cum was hot. Kurt's body trembled as the warmth flooded into him. Blaine lifted Kurt off his softening cock and told him to bend over. Blaine quickly slid a butt plug into Kurt and set it at six. Kurt squealed through the scarf. Blaine stood up, untied Kurt's hands and attached Kurt's wrists to the bar. He stepped back and looked at him. He started getting hard again.

"You look so beautiful. Bound, gagged and vulnerable. I really must tie you up more often. I am going to finish some paperwork for school. You stay here. And remember, you may not come."

Blaine took his time filling out a few forms he needed to send in before school started. He listened to Kurt's groans and played with the vibration settings. He finally worked it up to ten and left it there. Kurt's groans grew louder and more desperate. Blaine bent down and removed the scarf from his mouth. Kurt wailed loudly.

"How does it feel, beautiful? Do you want to come?"

"Oh...yes..oh...please master..."

"Please what, beautiful?"

"Please...I need to come. Please...release me. I...can't...take anymore."

"Oh, I think you can. As a matter of fact, maybe I'll leave you like this all night."

"Oh...if it pleases you...master." Blaine closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Oh, how he loved hearing those words on Kurt's lips.

Blaine stared at Kurt for another ten minutes. He really loved the way he looked. Finally he knelt down, unhooked Kurt's wrists, and helped him come up slowly, allowing the blood that had rushed to his head to settle. He held Kurt steady before falling to his knees and taking Kurt's cock into his mouth. "Come for me, Kurt." Kurt came in seconds. Blaine changed the vibration setting to three and helped Kurt sit down in the chair. He uncuffed Kurt's ankles and carried him to the bed. He removed the plug and kissed Kurt softly.

"Did you enjoy your punishment?

Kurt nodded, sleepily. Fucking, torture and love-making. It was a heavenly hell combination Kurt loved. He was addicted to it.

As they drifted off to sleep, the darkness swirled around in Blaine.

Happy that things were starting to feel right again.

And excited for his master's plans for his slave.

Note: A few have inquired about Kurt and Blaine using lubricant during sex. Once Blaine claimed Kurt, the darkness started to automatically provide it.

Wouldn't that be awesome in real life?