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

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Aspen reached up to his neck and loosened the knot on his tie before taking a deep breath. His phone beeped, and his hand practically flew towards the device. He picked it up and unlocked it before his eyes scanned the message. Three words: Good boy. Enjoy.
He could practically feel the tension leaving his body as he slouched in his chair and finally picked up the fork.
He had played it safe on his way to work and stopped to get a rather fancy-looking quinoa bowl from one of those minimalist corner shops that he was convinced only existed so that influencers could take pictures against pretty walls with LED signs while posing with their salad.
He scrunched his nose and took a bite of his lunch before he leaned back in his chair, chewing listlessly.
For the millionth time today, his mind wandered.
As much as he tried to compose himself, his brain didn't seem to want to forget the feeling of ecstasy that had shot through his body as soon as Alan had put his hand on him.
He shouldn't be wanting this. It was wrong.
But it had felt so right.
Not even that it was Alan's hand that had felt right, no.
This was about something else.
He reached for the bowl again, holding it in his hand as he leaned back, frantically stuffing his face with quinoa and leafy green salad he couldn't care less for, desperate for a good distraction.
One that the work he was supposed to go after couldn't provide him with.
But there was another problem - not only was he distracted, no. He knew Alan would want to know about this, and he would have to find the words to describe to his friend that he wasted his entire day away by thinking about something so ...
He dropped the fork on the bowl - it was half empty, to his luck - and reached for his phone.
His hand shook as he typed out the message, and he cringed at the honorific at the beginning of it.
Master, are you busy right now? I have something I need to talk about.
He knew Alan wasn't busy - he worked from home, and much like Aspen was his own boss.
Just like Aspen had expected, his phone announced an incoming facetime call just a minute later, and he gulped, pressing accept.
"Hello, Aspen," Alan said, and he sounded ... normal.
"Hi," Aspen returned, and then he leaned forward to put the bowl on the table. The fork rattled against the plastic and immediately, Alan asked, "What was that?"
"Uh," Alan mumbled. "My lunch, Master."
"Were you done with that?"
Aspen exhaled. "Not yet, but I'll finish it after I've gotten this off my mind."
Immediately, Alan turned serious - something in his eyes changed before he pushed his hair from his face. "Humor me."
Another exhale. "I can't stop thinking about yesterday, Master. It's ... distracting, to say the least."
"Do you feel better now that you've said it out loud?"
Aspen shook his head. "Not really."
Alan chuckled. "How about this, Aspen. You can be good for me - finish your food, and your work for the day, and keep hydrated - and when you get back home later, I'll reward you with another orgasm. Alternatively, if you fail to get a grip on yourself, I will introduce you to a few of the implements I use to punish naughty submissives. Is that acceptable to you?"
"If I say no-"
"I'll find something to keep you occupied and distracted, I promise you. Consider this a nice little lesson in discipline, because from now on, you will not spend another moment not wishing you were on your knees at my feet. I know that's what's going through your brain."
Aspen felt like he had been punched in the guts.
He licked his lips nervously. "I accept your proposal, Master."
"Good boy. Now, I'd like to watch you finish your food."
"Do you have to?"
"Yes. There is absolutely no reason for you to be nervous. Do as I said."
Aspen pressed his lips together but then scooted his chair forward, awkwardly propping his phone up against a cup of pencils before he wordlessly reached for the bowl and stuffed his face with the now bland-tasting quinoa mix.
Sometimes, he allowed himself to glance at his phone - but Alan was on the screen, watching while casually leaning back in his chair, arms crossed.
So Aspen looked away until his bowl was empty and he wordlessly held it up to the camera to show.
"That's better. Now, was that so bad?"
"It just ... it feels more awkward when we're not in the same room."
"You're not going to let my absence keep you from taking care of your body, Aspen. Spencer does the same when he's in class, and hence I will not expect any less from you, am I clear?"
"Crystal, Master."
"Good boy. Now then, back to work."
And with that, Alan hung up, and the screen went black for a split second before the text thread popped back up.
Aspen dropped the fork back in the bowl and adjusted his position in his chair before he got back to work, but instead of thinking about yesterday, his mind was now busy trying to pick apart what 'something to keep him distracted and occupied' could be. He didn't want to find out, so he focused on the document open on the screen, even though the letters kept blurring into a mass of nothing as he stared at them.
He would get himself into trouble.
Slamming his fist onto the table, he allowed the chair to roll backward and turn before he got up and opened the window that was behind his desk.
The streets below were busy, and it made Aspen wish all the more he could just turn his subconscious off during office hours so he could get the work done and not find himself discovering what could possibly be used against him to keep him occupied and distracted.