COMPLETED | Take Me Down The Rabbit Hole (BDSM | 18+)

II

"Spencer!"
Spencer immediately dropped his phone. "Hi?!"
he called back, making his way out of their bedroom.
Alan had just taken off his shoes, but he smiled warmly at his boyfriend.
"Can we talk, please?" he asked.
"Uh," Spencer hawed, "Yeah? Did I do something?"
"No. I think I did something."
"What?"
"Well," Alan sat on the couch and pulled Spencer into his lap. "I talked to Aspen today. And I made the mistake of offering him training when I should've talked about this with you first."
"You wanna train him to be a sub?"
Alan hesitated. "Not only. But if he says yes to doing the legal work for us I'd like him to know what it is he's going to be defending. I realize that you might consider this cheating, and it was never my intention to hurt or replace you with someone."
"But you're going to have sex with him if you do, don't you?"
Alan hugged Spencer to his chest. "See? You don't want that, do you?"
Spencer hesitated. "You're not sharing me, so why would I want to share you?"
Alan peppered kisses all over Spencer's face. "If you want me to take the offer back and find someone else, I can do that."
"And if I asked you not to have sex with him?"
"I can do that, too. Look, the last thing I would want is for you to be hurt. But I promise you, Aspen is not going to replace you."
"Is he nice?"
"He's one of the nicest people I've ever known. And if he says yes, I am going to make sure you two get along, alright?"
"Alright."
Alan clicked his tongue. Spender buried his face in Alan's shirt. "I understand, Sir. If you feel like you want Aspen to be here, I guess ... But please don't have sex with him. And maybe don't let him touch you that much."
"That's a good boy. Now, are your chores done yet?"
"No."
"No? Did you start?"
"No..."
"Spencer, am I asking too much of you?"
No, Sir."
"No? Then why are your chores not done? Bring me your phone."
Spencer gave a squeak, but he got up and went to get his phone.
He placed it on the couch table and dropped to his knees.
"I'm going to keep this until you're done."
"Yes, Sir."
"Be a good boy and stop giving me reasons to spank you, Spence. I don't like having to do that."
"Sorry, Sir," Spencer mumbled and hung his head.
"Hey, I'm doing this because I love you."
"I know." Spencer played with his fingers. "Sir."
Alan gave a sigh, grabbed the phone, and got up. "I'll be in my office, you may knock when you're done with your chores. I'll be checking."
"Yes Sir."
"Lighten up, Spencer. You know I mean well."
Alan blew him a kiss before he shut the door to his office, and left Spencer alone in the living area.
He dropped Spencer's phone into the top drawer of his desk and then booted up his desktop before he rolled up the sleeves of his dress shirt and sat to get to work. He could hear Spencer rummaging around in their living space - the vacuum being turned on, and then off again after a while, the low rumble of the washing machine, and the beeping that signaled the dishwasher was done, too.
He could also figuratively hear Spencer mumbling profanities under his breath, but Spencer knew better than open his mouth in a situation like this - Alan had been gone all morning and Spencer had had equally as much time for his chores - it was just a question of discipline, which Spencer was obviously still lacking.
However, Alan was one of the people who didn't believe in beating sense into people, and from what he knew about Spencer's history, it was better to keep any physical punishments to a minimum.
He looked up when someone knocked on his door. "What is it, Spencer?"
The door opened, and Spencer poked his head in. "How do you want your tea?"
Alan smiled. "A teaspoon of sugar. And a cookie, if you can spare one?"
"Sure, Sir. I'm sorry for getting distracted."
"Thank you, Spence. I know I'm hard on you, but we agreed on this, didn't we?"
"Yes, we did. But I am almost done."
"Good."
With that, Spencer left again, only to return a moment later with a cup of tea and a few cookies he'd baked the night before.
"Call me when you're done, my dear."
"I will."
Again, Spencer left, and when Alan turned his attention to his E-Mails, he had a new one in his inbox.
Fine, it read. I'll do it.
Aspen
Alan couldn't help himself, he did a little victory fist pump before he clicked reply.
Glad to hear that. I need to introduce you to Spencer first. Why don't you join us for dinner at 8?
Looking forward to it.
A.
And then he leaned back in his chair while sipping his tea and nibbling at his cookie, staring at the screen and wondering if the thing he was about to do was really going to work out in his favor.
Technically, there was little that could go wrong - except Spencer changing his mind.
He didn't wait for Aspen to answer him before he closed the tab and wandered over to the window.
If Spencer changed his mind, the only acceptable option was to stop the whole thing. There was no way he was going to lose someone so quickly, especially not when Spencer had just begun to open up to him.
"Sir, I'm done now!"
Smiling, Alan took a quick sip of tea and left his office again, sauntering over to Spencer. "Good boy. Aspen will be joining us for dinner tonight, alright? We're going to talk about this with you, so you know what's going on."
"That's good," Spencer mumbled. "May I have my phone back, now?"
"Only until dinner, you hear me?"
Spencer pouted and hung his head. "I said sorry."
"I know you did, but you've had plenty of phone time today, and this is not up for debate," Alan said softly, pulling Spencer into his arms and peppering kisses all over his submissive's face.