Master's Property (1/1)
Title: Master's Property
Author: chocoholic_90
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Blaine/Kurt
Warnings: BDSM
Word Count: 1,035
Spoilers: None
Summary: Suffice it to say, neither Master nor Slave enjoy people's touching Master's property.
A/N: My first ever oneshot.
Slave weaved between bodies, keeping his eyes on the floor and avoiding other kneeling subs as he walked back to the table where his Master and Master’s friends were waiting. He was almost there, the Corona Master had ordered in his hand, when he felt a sudden yank on his arm and was forcibly turned around. The Corona almost slipped from his grasp, but he tightened his fingers around it - Master wants this. Slave cannot let Master down. Slave kept his eyes down even as he attempted to yank his arm out of the big man’s grasp.
Master’s property: no one else - not even Slave - allowed to touch, Slave wanted to tell the other man, but, alas, Slave didn’t have permission to speak. Thus, Slave kept struggling, the obviously drunk man’s illicit touch seemingly setting his skin on fire - Master’s property, you can’t touch.
Slave felt like crying - a couple of tears escaped the corner of his eyes - and renewed his struggles when the man’s hand slid from his wrist to his waist, leaving a trail of agony as it made its path to his hip. Slave opened his mouth, his lips forming the beginning letter of “Dalton” so that he could speak and call for help, when the hand on his hip was ripped off.
Slave heard grunts, the sound of impacting fists, and yells, but he didn’t register any of them as he sank to the floor.
Cradling the hand clutching the bottle of Corona to his chest, Slave scooted back until he was leaning against the edge of a booth and curled his free arm around his knees. Soundless sobs wracked his body and he rocked back and forth. Worthless slut, you couldn’t even follow one order. You let Master’s property get violated. Wor-
Slave’s thoughts stopped when warm arms wrapped around his waist and pulled him onto his Master’s lap. A hand tangled in his hair and pulled his head to rest on Master’s shoulder. Burying his nose in Master’s neck, Slave inhaled the familiar, calming scent of sandalwood, coffee beans, and Master. However, the tears didn’t stop until Master’s cool voice rang out, “Slave, stop crying.”Slave’s tears automatically slowed down until they stopped completely. Master freed the Corona from Slave’s grip and carelessly set it aside and the tears started anew.
“Shh,” soothed Master, rocking Slave back as his hand roved over every part of Slave’s (Master’s) body - reasserting his claim over every part of Slave. Slave calmed down as Master pulled Master’s shirt, which was covering Slave’s body - Master desired that Slave wear either his clothes or nothing at all - off Slave and raked his nails up from Slave’s left hip to his left pec - where the man had violated his Slave -then down. He repeated this motion ten times until Slave felt a mild ache.
Master, then, took off his own leather jacket lay, spread it on the ground, then placed Slave’s bare back on top of it. Grabbing Slave’s wrists, he crossed them above his head, and then pressed down, wordlessly ordering Slave to keep them there. Then pushing Slave’s legs apart with the boldness of ownership, Master pushed himself between them until each hand was on one side of Slave’s waist, then lowered his mouth to the scratched up area of Slave’s waist.
He licked a stripe up the scratched path, then back down, before abruptly sinking his teeth into Slave’s hip. Slave’s muscles clenched in pain-pleasure, but relaxed when Master’s hand that wasn’t busy grabbing the hip he had his teeth buried into rubbed soothing circles into the other.
Slave moaned when Master sank his teeth in deeper, “Master…”
Master’s had cracked down on the inside of his thigh, dangerously close to his crotch, and he finally pulled his teeth out and tilted his head back. “Quite,” he ordered, his blood-stained yet carefree grin belying his stern tone. Slave still knew that he meant it and pursed his lips together.
Master titled his back to the scratched up, spit-soaked left side of Slave’s waist and left a trail of fifteen just as intense bites up the path to Slave’s pec. Slave was an endorphin-filled, sweaty mess when Master finally, gently bit the rest of the way up to Slave’s mouth. Slave opened his eyes when Master’s breath mingled with his just in time to see Master’s blood covered teeth sink into Slave’s bottom lip, followed by Master’s tongue fucking in and out of his mouth.
Master pulled out his tongue to outline his Slave’s lips. “Mine,” he whispered into Slave’s mouth. Master slapped the inside of Slave’s thigh again, “Reaffirm.”
“Yours, Master.”
“Mine,” growled Master, loud enough for every other Dominant in the vicinity to hear - “Yours, Master. Always,” affirmed Slave - then attacked Slave’s mouth with his teeth, sinking his teeth into Slave’s red bottom lip until Slave whimpered.
People around them were pleasuring themselves and their subs, but Slave didn’t notice. Master did, but he chuckled wryly and pulled Slave up, giving him his shirt back to put on. “Sorry, guys,” laughed Master, pulling a now clothed Slave to his side by the d-ring in his collar; he slid his fingers under the skin-warm platinum band and slid them around, causing Slave to shiver and nestle his head into Master’s neck, “This was just to make a point.”
“He,” Master used his other hand to tilt Slave’s head up, “is mine! Mine! And the next person who touches him without my permission -” Master trailed off when he heard Slave sniff, “- Well, suffice it to say, what I do to you - you will not enjoy it.”
Master picked his jacket off the floor, pulling Slave’s leash from its pocket, then inserted it into the d-ring of Slave’s collar. Then, with one hand around Slave’s waist, pressing into the column of bites on his waist, and the other wrapped around his leash, Master ordered, “Come, Slave.”
They started walking to Master’s car and as Master buckled Slave into the passenger seat, he gently kissed Slave, lingering to whisper, “I love you, Kurt.”
“Reaffirm.”
“Master loves Slave,” Slave repeated with a smile.
“Always.”
“Always,” Master kissed Slave again and all was right with Slave’s world.