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[domblainedevons]

Pretty Face || Anderlanda

[subleahkimberly]

domblainedevons:

Blaine is stunned when she starts to fight against him. “Hey!” he shouts, brows furrowed. “Don’t- Don’t hit my car!” He reaches out, grabs at both of her wrists, and pins her bodily against the passenger door she seems so content to slam herself against on her own. He’s plenty strong enough to hold her in place, even if she struggles. She’s face down against it, probably messing up the recently-waxed exterior.

“Listen!” he continues shouting. “You don’t pull this kind of stuff with me. You’re mine. You do what I tell you.” Blaine gives her a shove, then pulls back, one wrist still in his grip. “Open the door. Get in.”

Once El is pinned against the car, she yells, her spit getting all over the window and shiny outside. She yells and tries to thrash out of his grip but he’s too strong, and she feels stuck and defeated. Plus he’s yelling at her - not like she’s really listening outside of the punctuated phrases he’s telling her.

He lets her go, though, and she scowls, doing as she’s told.

She rarely gets to sit inside a car, let alone the passenger side of one, and it’s always a strange experience for her. So many knobs and buttons and who knows what else that has her looking around everywhere. She doesn’t buckle herself in, mostly because she doesn’t remember the need for one, and she crosses her legs underneath her, trying to make herself as small as possible and hoping he won’t touch her for as long as they’re in the car together.

[domblainedevons]

Pretty Face || Anderlanda

[subleahkimberly]

domblainedevons:

Everything is done within ten minutes. It’s a quick and painless cash transaction. He gets a folder with a copy of her records, and his own ownership certificate. He’s offered a complimentary leash and collar to lead his new prize with as well. Blaine declines with a shake of his head. “No, thank you. I’ve got her.”

Biting his lip to keep his excited grin under control, Blaine grabs the slave’s hand and holds it tight in his own. “Come on,” he says. “Let’s get you to the car.” Blaine hurries on his way back out of the market to where he’s parked his sporty vehicle, talking all the way, blind to the rest of the miserable, chained people all around them. “Gotta get you home. You can call me Sir for now. As for you… Well. Eleven isn’t a good name, but I’ll need to think on it. ‘Pretty’ is good in the meantime, don’t you think, Pretty?”

This was the last way El expected this day to end. Her heart beats faster and her breathing is uneven. She doesn’t trust this boy in front of her and he’s probably never owned a slave in his life.

She hates him.

She hates him.

He grabs her hand. El jerks but his grip is strong. He leads her through the market and she looks around frantically through the sea of people - the slaves chained to the makeshift walls in some areas and others in cages. There’s a reason slaves are brought into the market with no sense of where they’ve been, because they’d be like El, looking for their way of escape. Still, she tries to pull away. Maybe she’d be killed. Maybe she’d actually be free.

“No!” The slave frowns and starts throwing a fit, just like any child would. “No! No!!” She slaps his car, more than once, throws her body against the passenger door and yells in annoyance that he won’t let her go.

[domblainedevons]

Pretty Face || Anderlanda

[subleahkimberly]

domblainedevons:

Blaine follows in behind the pair and watches her strip down. And yeah… Yeah, Blaine can see that she’s had her fair share of prior owners, trouble with them, too. Even if she couldn’t articulate it very well, the scars told the stories perfectly. Rather than push him away, however, the marks only make him more curious. She’d be a challenge - something for him to work on and conquer.

Beyond the scars, she’s beautiful. The curves he couldn’t see before are in full display now, and it takes half a second for him to start to feel aroused. “Lemme see,” he ordered softly, tugging her arms down to her sides. “Mmm,” he hums audibly in approval at the sight of her breasts, cupping one in his hands briefly.

“I’ll take her,” he decides. “Have someone draw up the papers,” he tells the salesman - then to the slave, “Put your clothes back on, pretty.”

His parents will be surprised. A scarred, likely illiterate, discount girl. Blaine wants her, though. And Blaine Anderson gets what he wants.

The potential buyer follows into the back room and El is put on full display for him. The way he looks at her could only be described as primal, and El feels a chill.

Her arms are pulled away from herself and she has to shut her eyes and squeeze her hands into small fists to stop from raising a finger at him when she grabs at her breast and makes an approved sound.

It was all he needed. She’s ordered by the man - no, her new owner, to put her clothes back on. She was going home with him.

The papers are drawn up and the money is presented to the salesman. It’s quick and easy, and like that, she was somebody else’s responsibility.

Maybe this wouldn’t be a lucky day for El after all.

[domblainedevons]

Pretty Face || Anderlanda

[subleahkimberly]

domblainedevons:

Oh. My. God. She couldn’t even speak properly. She wouldn’t really fit in at home; though they spoke very little, the other house slaves were eloquent. What would Mother think? Blaine frowns, thoughtful. In response, seeing that his deal might be slipping away, the salesman speaks quickly: “Eleven here is on a discount price! …but if this one isn’t to your liking, we have several others that I’m sure are in your budget, Sir.”

Blaine drops his hand from #11′s face and allows the man to touch his shoulder and guide him a few feet away toward the rest of his merchandise. He looks them over while listening to the salesman prattle on about their attributes. “Thank you-” he holds up a hand to silence the man, “but I’d rather take a closer look at this one. Would you bring her inside - and get the clothes off?” Already he feels possessive. He doesn’t want anyone else wandering the market to be looking at her body until he’s had his chance.

The man in front of El frowns and she does everything she can to hide her being pleased with herself. She’s worked up enough of a reputation to be undesirable, discounted even, and it looks like she’s made it to the next day of sales as both men wander the rest of the tent.

That is until her trader comes back only minutes later, and releases her from her shackles. She looks at him with wide eyes and whines, earning her a rough squeeze at the wrist as she’s yanked along to the back room.

There, she’s told to undress and wait, and El holds back tears as she drops the thin piece of clothing she’s been given to cover herself up. It’s not much, and plenty of people have touched her through the thin material, but it’s almost like a shield. Hiding the marks and scars she’s earned herself over the years for being disobedient and some for no reason at all.

She stands there, arms crossed over her breasts, and waits for further instruction.

[domblainedevons]

Pretty Face || Anderlanda

[subleahkimberly]

domblainedevons:

She has spunk. A growl of all things. In response, Blaine giggles, shrugging it off when the man wielding the crop apologizes on the slave’s behalf. It’s fine. She’s amusing.

“That’s not a very nice way to respond,” he teases her. “Let’s try a different question, maybe.”

Blaine taps his foot in the dirt while he pretends to mull over possible questions, all the while keeping his hand on her face. He lets his thumb stroke her jawline absentmindedly. “Oh! Got one,” Blaine looks at her again, “How many owners have you had, Pretty? Men? Women? And what have you been used for?” He shrugs one shoulder. “I mean, you’re pretty, so I bet you’ve been in bed quite a lot - but do you clean? Cook? Tell me about yourself, please.”

He could ask the salesman. He could get access to all of her detailed records at the drop of a hat. But he wants to hear her voice. He wants to hear what she had to say. Maybe he wants to humiliate her a little, too… Maybe. Who could blame him? He’s a 19-year-old boy with power in his hands.

El glares at the man’s shoes. She’s never owned a pair of shoes, but she’s had enough of them jammed into her ribcage and face to know that his were pretty nice. He had money.

El wanted to spit on those shoes.

His hand never stops making contact with her jaw. She could cause another scene, but the way her current owner has his hand ready at his crop stops her. This child wasn’t worth it. And that’s what he was. A child. Couldn’t even be 20. She resists the urge to shake her head and roll her eyes. It’d really be an unlucky day to end up going home with this guy.

Still, she humors him. Each question he asks has her asking herself if a few more lashes are really all that bad, but the moment the crop touches her skin in warning, El finally responds, shaking her head.

“Can’t count.” She holds her hands up, showing her calloused fingers to him, indicating how many owners she knows she’s had already. “More. ...Do everythin’ as’ed. Das it.”

[domblainedevons]

Pretty Face || Anderlanda

There are always slaves for sale if you look in the right places, but Blaine always waited for the main, twice-a-month market to return to town, when salesmen from both local and more distant areas brought their wares to a central location in town. It was easier, and the options were more varied. And seeing as this was Blaine’s first purchase - a gift from his parents for his 19th birthday - Blaine wanted all the options he could get.

It was a big decision.

This is Blaine’s fifth time here. He’s starting to look familiar to the sellers, and they know he’s got money to spend. They call out to him as he walks past their tents, where some slaves are chained outside, some left standing on platforms, and others kept inside. He stops and looks at a few. A handsome man… A young girl… But he ultimately keeps on walking.

Then across the way one woman catches his eye. He’s seen her three times since he’s started browsing several months before - she’s a frequent return. Today there’s a bruise coloring her cheekbone, and who knows what other marks under her thin clothes.

“Can I help you, Sir?” asks a charismatic man, dressed impeccably, a leather crop hanging at his belt.

He points to the woman. “She’s back again. Why?”

“Oh, just trouble fitting in,” the man laughs. “You can take a closer look, if you like.”

Blaine takes the invitation and steps over to her, staring at her body as he approaches. It’s hard to see any curves under the loose-fitting top she’s wearing, but her face is enough to look at for now. He reaches out without warning, completely entitled to touch her, and holds her chin between his fingers, lifting her head to look at him.

“Why does such a pretty face keep coming back here, hm?” he murmurs, his tone sickly sweet.

[subleahkimberly]

It’s Sunday. Or maybe it’s Thursday - she doesn’t really know, but she’s pretty sure it’s a holy day based off the amount of bells she hears going off in the city. 

The perfect day to hold a slave market, she thinks bitterly, though with how many times she’s been presented in these last days alone, El (short for Eleven, her slave number) knows that any day is a great day to hold a market.

Her day goes on how it normally does, hers and every other slaves’ shackles are pinned to the ground and they wait. And wait. And wait. Even if the sun is blistering hot on your skin or the snow starts to make it’s way into the tents, you wait. If you’re lucky, you make it to the next day of sale. If you’re unlucky, you get chosen by an owner. El’s had more unlucky days than she can even count - but that’s only because they keep sending her back to get an upgrade.

Today she’s groped and felt up by at least ten potential owners, but she’s always passed up when they get her history. She’s “used” and “had her time” and “probably won’t last much longer.”

El only wished that last one was true as she shuts her eyes and tries to get some rest.

She doesn’t know how long she’s been to herself before she feels her chin being pinched between a man’s fingers. She dares to glance up at him like she does any other potential buyer, almost daring him to purchase her before dropping her gaze in feigned-respect. He lets her get a good look at her and expects him to move on.

He doesn’t. He addresses her, instead. And what he says makes her eyebrows meet together in the middle of her forehead. He recognizes her.

Once again she dares to bring her eyes up to look at him directly in the eye. She doesn’t know him, but she knows she hates him. Hates his face and the way he’s looking at her and speaking to her in such a fake manner.

El growls and shakes her head, thrashing in the spot.

Then she yelps and hunches over in pain when the crop meets her between the shoulders. 

[domblainedevons]

Surprise? // Anderlanda

[subleahkimberly]

domblainedevons:

Blaine had thought it couldn’t really get any worse than the initial fact that he had to tell her. How could it get worse than the reveal? But no. Other things could be worse; he just hadn’t been able to imagine them.

He couldn’t have imagined Leah tearing herself away from him. His arms hover out in the air for a moment, like they don’t know how to react without her to hold against him. They fall to his side with a quiet shuffle of fabric, and there’s a long silence before she speaks three words.

He wants to apologize. For taking her time and ruining dinner - on top of everything else he’d fucked up, he’d managed that, too. He wants to offer to call for delivery himself, whatever she wants. It doesn’t have to be pizza. He’d buy something from that gross healthy place down the street - he’d go pick the food up himself - if it would make her smile.

Just then, Ben rounds the corner of the entryway into the kitchen. Nelson, his dutiful shadow, hobbles a few feet behind on arthritic legs. Ben’s mouth is open to speak, but the light in his eyes dims instantly at the sight of his parents’ faces, and his jaw hangs in suspense, words lost.

“Kiddo - ” Blaine starts. Maybe he should urge him back upstairs. How do you handle this? He can’t tell his son he got someone pregnant. Jesus Christ. How do you do that? Guess what; you’re gonna have another sibling… sort of!

“Is Mom okay?” Ben’s all but on his toes, poised to hurry to her side, to pull her into an embrace (he’d taken after Blaine when it came to comforting others with physical touch), but he’s hesitating, stunned into stillness. Ben’s eyes slide from Leah, to Blaine, to the stovetop, back again, trying to riddle out the problem. “Oh, Mom, don’t worry about dinner. Is that what’s wrong? Do you want help cleaning up? I can help…”

Blaine swallows the lump in his throat. He’s not in control. It makes his stomach churn.

She hears Nelson, but Leah doesn’t hear her son approaching and is unaware he’s entered the kitchen until Blaine acknowledges him in his tired, gentle voice. By the tone, it almost sounds like Blaine is about to explain what’s going on, what Ben has walked in on, but the words never make it out of his mouth.

Instead, Ben’s the one who speaks up, and the moment he does, Leah’s got a fresh round of tears in her eyes and she feels her hand shaking as she brings it up to her mouth, afraid to bring too much attention to herself in the event she starts sobbing again. Leah hated crying in front of her children - at least when it wasn’t happy tears - and though it wouldn’t be the first time she’s done it, she always tried to be strong for them. And Ben. He was so good. He didn’t have to know the full extent of a problem before wanting to help out. Fix something if it were feasible. Bring comfort to someone else.

Blaine doesn’t say anything and Leah makes the decision to nod her head, half-whispering, half-squeaking back, “Yeah. Yeah, I.. Silly me. Tell your dad what you want for dinner, honey. Whatever you want.” She sniffs loud and tries to compose herself, but when she turns back around she’s still got a frown and avoids either of their eyes, instead locking her eyes with the floor. Her arms cross her person, somehow making her look smaller. Nelson sits by her and gives a small wag of his tail, coming to collect his piece of table-scrap that Leah would normally give him right about now.

[domblainedevons]

Surprise? // Anderlanda

[subleahkimberly]

domblainedevons:

He can feel her struggling to respond to his touch, both her natural impulse to remain close and her need to keep away from someone who’d committed such a deep betrayal of their promises. When they’d made this arrangement with Valerie, Leah’s trust in Blaine had been absolute - so when she asks “why,” the simplest question, he has a tidal wave of responses on the tip of his tongue.

Because I don’t deserve you; I never have. Because I’m a worthless husband. Because I turned to someone else instead of you, and I never should. Because I’m a fucking idiot.

“I don’t know,” he tells her. “We- We almost never got that intimate anyway, I-” Blaine swallows. It wasn’t a lie. Most of his time spent with Val was entirely platonic. It was a rare occasion when his doting, almost paternal, affection and kisses to her forehead transformed into passion on his part. “I just… thought nothing would ever happen.”

It’s a shitty explanation. But it’s all he has.

Leah’s frown only grows more pained as he continues, so many thoughts racing through her head. She doesn’t even know what the girl looks like - barely knows anything about her, which was because of her wish to not let it come into their life here when they got into this arrangement - but all her brain is able to conjure are thoughts of Blaine being with another person in a way he had promised to only be with her. And from the sounds of it, he did it often enough for this to have happened. He’d gone behind her back. Didn’t intend for her to find out. Leah brings her hands to her head, as if doing that would hold all those thoughts inside.

She presses her head into his chest, hunched over and shaking her head, causing her hair to conduct static against his shirt. She doesn’t know what to say, though it’s not like her tears didn’t say enough. She’s hurt, but she’s also incredibly angry, a feeling she rarely has towards Blaine, no matter how dumb  or frustrating he can be sometimes. And Valerie. Leah’s not sure how much rage she has towards her.

But that’s the least of her worries. They had a lot to talk about. And it couldn’t happen in one night. Especially when Leah was feeling so many things at once. Her body seems to react to that very thought, suddenly feeling tense and her hands shaking. This was so unfair.

Leah isn’t sure how long she doesn’t speak, as each wave of denial and pain hits her. She does stop sobbing though, her tears silent as she tries to figure out what she wants to say next. She settles for a  short, puffy sigh, and pulls away from Blaine, a little more aggressive than she intended, but no longer wanting to be near him. 

He didn’t get to touch her.

Regardless if she needed it.

When she has enough distance from him, she turns back to the food but she has no desire to cook, the meal was already ruined anyway from turning away from it for so long. But turning back to Blaine wasn’t an option. Not when she didn’t want to face him.

“...I’ll order something,” she sniffs. She hopes he’ll leave.

[domblainedevons]

Surprise? // Anderlanda

[subleahkimberly]

domblainedevons:

As freaked out as he is - as overwhelmed and unable to handle this as he is - seeing and hearing Leah’s distress still triggers an automatic response in him. He needs to comfort her, somehow.

He moves back toward her, pulls her into his arms. It’s all he’s got in his arsenal at the moment, an embrace. He doesn’t know what else to do.

Leah lets Blaine pull her into him. She needs it. She needs his touch and a safe place to break down. Her tears begin to spill and at the same time she pushes gently at his chest, torn between wanting him near and far away from her. But whenever he tries to pull away, she only seems to cry a little harder.

She finally whispers to him, though it’s hard to hear, “why?”

[domblainedevons]

Surprise? // Anderlanda

[subleahkimberly]

domblainedevons:

“Leah…”

Blaine sees it all pull together on her face; he sees the puzzle take shape and the shock take over. He hadn’t expected her to have much of an immediate response. God, he almost wished she was the yelling type right now, just because then he’d have something to latch onto. Her anger could give him some sort of direction.

Instead she was silent, and Blaine felt like the inches of distance between them were several miles instead.

“Leah, I’m so sorry,” he sounded frantic. “I don’t know what happened. If she missed a pill, or the condom just–” Blaine shook his head. “I didn’t mean for this to happen.”

He finds his words and suddenly Leah wishes he’d stop trying, quickly becoming distressed while he keeps going. She lets out a watery sigh, stepping awkwardly in place and running a hand through her hair. She shakes her head, slow and then aggressive to hold back her tears threatening to spill.

She wants to yell THIS WASN’T SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN!! but she can’t get it out. This was the risk she took, letting him do it, wasn’t it? Instead of yelling, she lets out a small, pained whine. This was too hard to take in. What was going to happen now? What did this mean?

[domblainedevons]

Surprise? // Anderlanda

[subleahkimberly]

domblainedevons:

He thought it couldn’t get worse.

He was wrong.

Leah’s trust in him was so implicit, so absolute, that she didn’t even understand what he was telling her. It made tears well up in his eyes, and his stomach churn with so much guilt it was a physical pain.

“N-No, Leah. I–” He released her wrist and took a step back. “I–”

She can’t even explain the wave of emotions that hits her in that moment Blaine’s eyes tear up and he steps away from her. It was so unlike her Blaine. He rarely cried, except when incredibly overwhelmed, and he always knew what to say. What’s worse, is even as the pieces click together, she doesn’t want him to pull away.

Because, wasn’t it supposed to be when she felt small or like her world was crashing, she was supposed to be able to pull him closer? Wasn’t he supposed to be her rock just as much as she was supposed to be his? She blinks, staring at him silently for what is probably forever. Her throat constricts and she can’t swallow. She can’t say a word. She has no sense of her own gravity or if she’s even breathing.

He wouldn’t.

[domblainedevons]

Surprise? // Anderlanda

[subleahkimberly]

domblainedevons:

Blaine licked his lips, uncharacteristically unsure of himself. 

This wasn’t supposed to have happened. His arrangement with Valerie was special. They had a certain bond; Blaine cared for her very much, loved her in a way. But nothing like what he had with Leah. Nothing could ever touch that he’d always thought. Now? Now it seemed like the lines were blurring. 

“It’s Val,” he told her. Blaine swallowed, cleared his throat. He was having trouble even speaking. “God…” A worried chuckle bubbled up unexpectedly, and Blaine forced the statement out into the open: “She’s pregnant.”

Leah’s eyebrows knit together in confusion when Blaine says her name. She knows it. They don’t mention her, though. Not in the open like this. She looks around, Ben and Emily only in the other room. But it must be important if it can’t wait.

Then he laughs, and it’s unnatural. It sounds nothing like his usual laugh. Leah can’t piece together why he’s acting like this.

When it’s out there, Leah’s eyebrows never smooth out in ease. “...Does...” she shakes her head. “Does she have a boyfriend? Was she- she wasn’t..?” Her eyes widen. “Oh my god, Blaine, she wasn’t-?” She can’t bring herself to utter the word, the worst thing she can imagine a person going through.

[domblainedevons]

Surprise? // Anderlanda

He’d never really believed in that hokey concept that shit could get so weird in your life that it suddenly felt “like a movie.” It just seemed too overdramatic, melodramatic… At least, until he’d approached Valerie at the end of the work day and asked why she’d been “off” all week. He was concerned, naturally. If there was something wrong, Blaine needed to know what he could do to make it better.

“I’m pregnant.” She’d breathed the words out, and Blaine had watched the reality of it settle in her eyes, their gaze even deeper than usual. She was overwhelmed. Blaine felt the world spin, threatening to wobble off its axis.

He didn’t remember the drive home. He hadn’t driven safely, his mind on 600 things other than the road. But he pulled into the garage, got into the house, and immediately found Leah to kiss her hello. His lips lingered on hers for a long, long moment, his fingers seeking out her wrist where the diamond cuff that he’d bought so long ago sat every day against her soft skin. He didn’t know what she was making for dinner. He didn’t care; didn’t think about it overheating because of an interruption. This wasn’t something he could keep from her for any length of time.

“Leah,” he said. “I need to talk to you.”

[subleahkimberly]

When you’ve been with someone for as long as Leah’s been with Blaine, it’s always clear when something is off.  It happened like it always did. Nelson wagging his tail from his bed (he no longer ran around, way too old to do that anymore), the sound of the car door opening and shutting, and then Blaine walking straight to the kitchen, where Leah was sure to be. His kiss lingers, and though she’d never complain about his lips being pressed to hers longer, his hands searched and grabbed at her wrist, almost as though he were searching for something from her. She just wasn’t sure what it was.

Before Leah can ask, Blaine only confirms what she’d been thinking. Something was up. She dries her hands, turning her back on dinner and ready to listen.

“What is it?” she smiles, that reassurance that he can tell her anything.

[subleahkimberly]

10.9.16 ::Ben::

The first shrieking cry of her newborn son takes Leah’s breath away. It pierces through the bustle of the doctors before her and momentarily takes away the pain she was feeling throughout her body.

16 hours of labor. She was so exhausted.

“Is he healthy?” Leah’s eyes dart back and forth, not sure if anyone heard her strained voice, but a nurse says yes, nodding to the two nervous parents while another wipes their baby clean.

She feels her husband’s lips press to her sticky forehead, his thumb swiping affectionately over the back of her hand that’s still squeezing his tight. “You did it, Lovebird. You did so well.” Blaine sounds tired too, but his voice also feels like a sigh of relief. Probably because he now knows that his Leah can finally get some proper rest, but he’s been here by her side the whole time. He went through a journey of his own.

She remembers distinctly, on the day of her birthday, when Blaine offered her another present in addition to the beautiful ones he bestowed upon her earlier that day. They’d discussed it some time before, and when Blaine felt that they were finally settled comfortably in their new home in Albany, with his job secure and no more surprises along the way, they could try for a baby.

It was everything Leah could have wanted - some of the best sex, if not the best, that she’s had in her entire life. And with all kinks aside, it was one of her most emotional experiences, too.

Leah’s moans turned into a brilliant smile when Blaine finally came, and the euphoria that took over her body brought her to tears, so happy to finally be in this position, to finally have the chance to carry her Dom’s child. It was all she ever dreamed about when she stopped dreaming about being a rock star.

She whispered her “thank you”’s to Blaine over and over again, and he kissed away her tears, laughing gently at how happy he’d made her.

Finally, the nurse approached the waiting couple, and she offered a small bundle to Blaine.

“He’s a big one,” she says, “you remember how to hold him? Support his head- there you go. You’ve got it. You can bring him closer to his mama.”

The nine months she carried weren’t always easy, but seeing her little boy’s face for the first time made all of the tough times not matter anymore.

“Ben!” she squeaks, smile so wide. “Look at him- he’s so beautiful, Blaine! God, I love him so much already.” She sniffles, wiping at her eyes and looking at Blaine with the proudest expression. She was finally a mom - something she was starting to believe at one point of her life that she’d never get to be. “Thank you,” he whispers to her husband, her hand reaching up to touch the infant in his arms. “He’s the greatest gift ever.”

[subleahkimberly]

1.31.16 ::The One Where Leah Doesn’t Come Back::

This wasn’t the plan.

It was 10am and the first class seat 3AA remained empty, as the one way flight from LAX to NHA pulled in their wheels and became airborne.

In about 5 hours, the plane would land and the passengers on the flight would un-board, then begin to greet their friends and family. Somewhere in the mass of people would be a bright-eyed boy, turning twenty in a matter of weeks, a matter of days, ready to be reunited with his sweetheart and present her the flowers he has at hand. He’d wait both patiently and anxiously as more and more people come through the terminal, but his darling doesn’t catch his eye; she still hasn’t made her appearance. He’d double-check to make sure he’s at the right place, the right gate - was she alone somewhere in the airport? Did he hear the announcement right? No, this was her flight! This was the one he’d been keeping track of, so how come his submissive wasn’t with him yet?

It’s been 20 minutes. More and more planes land and others leave. Her plane would leave. His hands would begin to sweat. He checks his phone and there isn’t a message.

“Where are you? :)” he taps out, the smiley face attached a little ironic to hoe he’s actually feeling. He squeezes his phone in his grip and looks back up, licks his lips. Any second looking down is a second not watching for her. Maybe she was in the restroom. Wanted to change into something warmer.

Another fifteen minutes would go by.

“Leah?” The next message would read.

Later, she’d see the messages. She’d see the missed calls. There’d be so many. For now, where she’s huddled up on a bus, she pretends none of it is happening. Because it’s not happening. Not yet.

She just hopes that when it finally does happen, Blaine could one day forgive her.

[subleahkimberly]

New Practices

[subleahkimberly]

Leah didn’t realize that he wanted to get started right away, but because he was ready, she became alert, ready to serve. He first requests that she uses his pillow, and though she made a point to not use it before, she nods and bites back a smile at how polite and gentle Blaine is. Of course that would be his Dominance style - she’d expect nothing less from her Ducky.

Still, she wonders if he’s actually comfortable with this, and when his hands come into her hair, she peeks up a glance at him, checking on him and forgetting that this is her time to let go of her worries. Relax, he says. Relax. Leah swallows and shuts her eyes, nodding gently when her cheek meets Blaine’s lap.

“Yes, Sir.”

[domblainedevons]

Okay… Okay, this isn’t so bad…

He’s got this. Just petting her hair. Feeling her loosen up at his touch. It’s rewarding, seeing the stress melt away from her body. She deserves this. He’s so glad to be able to do this for her.

Yes, Sir.

It shouldn’t come as such a shock to the system. This is the whole point, letting Leah play the submissive role for once. But hearing a title like that directed at him is– a bit crazy. Blaine uses titles with everyone; it’s the way he was raised. He doesn’t get them directed his way, though. It makes him stiffen up, but he pushes through it. He’s gotta perform well for Leah.

“G-Good girl,” he breathes. “That’s it.”

[subleahkimberly]

Blaine's fingers feel great in her hair. It's actually so nice to feel them that Leah does begin to relax and lets her imagination take over: This is suddenly a regular occurrence with her Dom, and Leah is absolutely consumed by the idea of the entire experience, her mind desperate to make her fantasy a reality. Nevermind Blaine's stutters and freezing up.

Leah turns her cheek and blinks softly, looking up at Blaine from beneath her lashes; her cheeks are tinted and she's not really focused, having slipped so easily into her mindset from a lack of Dominance and already trusting Blaine to take care of her. She hums pleasantly at his calling her a good girl; It feels so nice to hear that. For these brief moments, it actually seems like this will all work out. Leah might not need patches after all.

[domblainedevon-blog]

F2F, Anderlanda

[msleahlanda-blog]

[Leah nods her head along eagerly at Blaine’s opinions, taking everything he has to say seriously. He had a good point and she was glad that he liked and noticed all the pieces she made sure to add in for authenticity. There’s no way she’d half-ass this, not when so many people had high expectations.]

[Her gaze comes back to him when he turns her head back and she beams,] Good as it is? I can put my extra time into spending time with you again?

[domblainedevon-blog]

Please do. I’ve missed you while you’ve been a busy bee. [Blaine smiles at her, nodding in approval.] And it’s perfect just the way it is. A total success. You scared the pants off me. [He licks his lips, casually reaching down for his belt buckle.] See? You’re scaring them off right now! [Blaine leans in to give her a kiss.] I hope you weren’t lying about that blowjob. ‘Cause I’ll return the favor and help you blow out all those candles on the way back.