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

VIII

Alan, however, was busy doting over Spencer, who had begun to calm down. 
Alan was whispering to him, and Aspen didn't want to seem intrusive, so he looked around the room instead of creeping on the pair in front of him. 
However, there wasn't anything in the room that he hadn't noticed when he had first stepped into the room earlier that day. 
Suddenly, Alan's voice cut through the silence. "Stay," he said, and when Aspen looked up, Alan was carrying a sniffling Spencer to the door. "And take that shirt off." 
Aspen looked down at himself. "Oh," he mumbled. "Yes, Master." 
"Good," Alan said in response, and then the door shut behind him. 
But it was only a moment until he returned and leaned against the doorway. 
"Do you want to tell me about your little problem?" he asked sharply, and Aspen jumped at the tone. 
"Uh," he hawed, "no?" 
"No?" Alan questioned, and some sort of humorous emotion tugged at the corners of the man's lips as he spoke. "So you mean to tell me that your erection has nothing to do with the fact that you just watched me spank poor Spencer?" 
Aspen shivered when Alan said 'erection' and he could feel the heat rising to his cheeks. Instead of an answer, he decided on a weary shrug. 
"Tsk, Aspen, is this how you talk to me?" Alan pushed off the doorframe and came strolling over, still gloriously almost-naked and definitely adonis-handsome. "I thought we agreed that you would be honest with me. Did watching me spank Spencer turn you on?" 
"Yes." 
"Yes, who?" 
"Yes, Master." 
"That's a good boy. Get up. Legs apart and hands behind your back." 
Alan waited until Aspen stood before he continued to talk. "If it takes this little to turn you on, I'm going to have a lot of fun introducing you to denial play." 
Another shiver went down Aspen's back. "Denial play, Master?" 
"Got your attention now, don't I?" Alan asked in response, chuckling. "That's an explanation we'll save for the day you're ready to try it, I wouldn't want to spook you." 
Aspen sucked in a breath, his hands turning clammy. 
"Now, what do you think we ought to do about this?" 
Alan was close enough to touch it, their chests practically pressed together, and Aspen could feel warm breath hitting his face. 
He wanted to move, to reach out, to touch - but he didn't. 
"Tell me, Aspen. This is an opportunity you won't have again so fast. If you don't tell me, I'm going to make you jerk off for me, and I am sure that will be way more embarrassing for you than anything you could ask of me." 
"I'm not so sure about that, Master," Aspen mumbled, barely loud enough - if Alan hadn't been this close, he wouldn't have heard - and then sucked in a rattling breath. 
"I don't think I asked, Aspen. Tell me."
Oh, how he wanted to. How strong the urge was to lay himself bare before this man - not that he wasn't already - and reveal his deepest and darkest desires. Instead, he squeezed his eyes shut for a moment. "You said no sex," he mumbled before he bowed his head. 
"Spencer requested no penetration, and that you don't touch me," Alan clarified in a haughty voice. "Don't think I can't see you fighting with yourself, Aspen. But fine, I'll make this easy for you. I'll guess. Open your eyes." 
When Aspen had worked up the courage to open his eyes as Alan had requested, he was looking at the man's hand. "Is it this what you want?" 
A part of him wanted to say no. "Yes." Another deep breath. "Yes, Master, it is." 
Alan wasted no time, and this time, Aspen threw his head back when Alan's hand wrapped around his cock.
"Was that so hard, Hun? You're going to have to learn to ask me for things and take pride in your needs, you understand that? I'm not going to be waiting around for you."
Hun. He could've come from that alone.  
"Yes, Master," Aspen whimpered when Alan began jerking him off, and Alan just nodded approvingly. "You stay in position. If I see your hands move, I'll stop. And you ask before you orgasm, you got that?" 
"Yes," Aspen breathed. "I got that, Master." 
"That's a good sub, learning so fast," Alan praised him - and then he slowed down. "Are you going to be dishonest with me again?" 
Aspen strained under Alan's administrations. "No, god no. I won't. Please." 
Alan hummed. "Please what, Aspen?" 
"Please don't stop. I- I need-" 
"More?" Alan teased - and more he gave. 
"Fuck," Aspen cursed under his breath. 
"You're going to ask, Aspen, or I'll stop."
"No, please-" 
"Ask," Alan interrupted him sharply. "In a BDSM relationship you earn your orgasms by being good, and you were being dishonest with me, so I have every right to stop whenever I please and make sure you're not getting off unless I want you to. That is how this is going to work, and I told you this, didn't I?" 
"Yes," Aspen mewled. "Please, may I cum?" 
"Yes, you may." 
Before Aspen could spare another thought on how lewd the scenario he found himself was, he came. 
"Good boy," Alan mumbled, reaching out with the hand that was not covered in cum and wrapping it around Aspen's waist to steady him. "It's alright." 
Aspen exhaled sharply before he leaned his head on Alan's shoulder, desperately trying to get his labored breathing under control. 
"I can't believe I just-" Aspen mumbled. 
"It's alright. Let's lay you down," Alan mumbled into his ear, and before Aspen knew what was happening, Alan had softly pushed him backward onto the bed and was busy wiping the cum off his hand. "How do you feel?" he asked softly, grabbing another tissue for Aspen. 
"Exhausted." 
"Yeah? You wanna stay in here or do you want to go back to your bedroom?" 
"I'm gonna stay here," Aspen mumbled, reaching for the second pillow on the bed and cuddling up against it. "I don't wanna move for a while. Wait - what about Spencer?" 
"He's fine - he fell asleep the minute I put him down on the bed. I can stay with you if you want me to?" 
"Please." 
And so for the second time that day, Aspen used Alan's chest for cuddling instead of a pillow.