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

XV

Aspen nodded, and unlaced his sneakers, hoping he could stall just a little bit. 
The effect of the atmosphere still tingled in his body, and it made his nerves spike again. He slipped out of the shoes and unbuckled his pants, sliding them down and stepping out of them.
"Do you really think I'm doing well?" 
"Why wouldn't I?" Alan asked while he examined the control panel next to the door - it had all sorts of buttons, and Aspen had the urge to go over and press them all at the same time. 
His boxers dropped to the floor, and he yanked his shirt over his head. 
"I just- I doubt myself." 
"If I were dissatisfied with you you would know about it." 
Alan pressed a button and a soft whirring filled the room - a motor. 
Alan turned around. "Now people can see us," he said, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. 
Aspen was about to turn around and look out the window, but Alan's grin just widened. "It's a one-way mirror. You can turn around if you're feeling disobedient, but then there will be consequences," he added.
Aspen inhaled, then shook his head.
"Good boy," Alan said softly, and then, he finally left his spot at the wall and strolled over. "Still nervous?" 
"More than ever, Sir." 
"I can see that. Eyes on me." 
Aspen looked up at him, and Alan reached out, grabbing a fistful of Aspen's hair and pulling back, forcing Aspen's head up further. "This room has a lot of things we've never tried before - including the option to show you off - and I intend to go through all of them tonight, pet, so you better prepare yourself to suffer for me, hm?"
There was that weird undertone in Alan's voice again, and no matter how much Aspen may have wanted to, he wouldn't be able to tell Alan no. 
"Yes, Sir." 
"Good." The hand tightened its grip and Alan forced Aspen down on his knees.
"We'll keep count of your mishaps tonight, and perhaps I'll invite Mistress Allison to see you through your punishment. Would you like that, pet?" 
"No, Sir." 
Alan chuckled. "You better not misbehave, then." He bent down and lightly slapped Aspen's cheek. "And when we leave later, you better apologize to her. She can hear you." 
Aspen inhaled, and then nodded. 
"Words," Alan commanded, followed by another slap. 
"Yes, Sir." 
Alan hummed, and then looked around the room. "Perhaps," he started, "I should spank you, just so you remember your place for the rest of this session, hm?" 
Silence. 
"Get on the bed, pet. On all fours." 
Aspen hesiated for a second too long, and Alan pulled him up by his hair and sent him off with a hard smack to his ass. 
So he was feeling particularly sadistic tonight, and he probably meant what he said about suffering. 
Aspen claimed on the bed, the covers soft under his knees. 
Next to him, Alan was rummaging through a chest of drawers, and when he turned back to Aspen, he was holding a belt, a cane, and a paddle. 
It was then that Aspen noticed the people on the other side of the window had a great view - a view that mostly consisted of his bare ass. 
"Five each," Alan mumbled, setting the belt and the cane down next to Aspen on the bed.
It didn't sound like much, but Aspen's experiences with the implements next to him in the past weeks had been tearful ones. 
"What's your safeword, pet?" 
"Red, Sir."
WHACK. 
Aspen sucked in a sharp breath and arched his back as the paddle connected with his ass. 
"Count and say thank you," Alan instructed, and Aspen noticed the audible strain in his voice. 
"One, thank you, Sir." 
Aspen had known that his friend was a sadist for a while, but it always felt... strange to be confronted with that during the scenes, because it always made Aspen feel that as a submissive, he should be doing more. 
WHACK.
But he couldn't. 
WHACK.
He thought about it frequently, because he, as much as he tried to deny it, was very attracted to Alan, but he knew he was in no place to act upon that. 
Alan was engaged, after all.
And tomorrow, while Aspen was at work, Alan would get his pleasure elsewhere. 
"you're not counting," Alan scolded. "That's the first thing you'll be punished for later." 
Oh, shit. 
Aspen wasn't particularly looking forward to meeting Mistress Allison again; and he knew that now he had admitted to Alan that he didn't want her to get involved in this, he would get her involved just because. 
Aspen counted the remaining spanks obediently, and he tried not to make too much noise because he didn't want Alan to get any stupid ideas, but he didn't expect what happened next. 
Alan put the used implements aside so he could clean them before they left, and tossed a bunch of rope on the bed, before he rounded the bed and put his hands on his hips, waiting until Aspen had managed to sit himself down. 
"I think," he said, trying to look like it was a mild suggestion rather than an order that Aspen definitely had to follow, "I'd like to see a shibari mermaid leg tie. You remember how to do that, don't you?" 
Aspen did. Spencer had volunteered as a model whenever they were both home while Alan was out, and Aspen had actually gotten pretty good at the act of tying himself up, too.
"Yes, Sir."
"Well, then." Alan gestured to the rope. "Let's see it." 
Aspen grabbed the rope and started tying it around his legs. "What exactly are your intentions with me, Sir?" 
"Well, this establishment has one piece of equipment that I didn't have a need for before you agreed to this whole thing, but now-" He trailed off, and Aspen had an inkling of an idea what he was talking about. 
He looked up at Alan. "Now, Sir-?" 
"You're going to get fucked into oblivion, and I'll have fun watching."