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

XVII

Aspen whined in response, and Alan smirked down at him. "What?" he teased, watching as Aspen's cheeks darkened even more. "Are you going to try and convince me that that's not true?" 
Aspen exhaled and clenched his fists listlessly - he had forgotten, just for a moment, that there was a machine fucking him, and his body suddenly remembered how to function. He writhed on the bed as his next orgasm shook him. 
"No," he exhaled simply. 
"I didn't think so. You think you can have another one?" 
Aspen's lifted his head, hoping to catch a glimpse of the machine, but his legs obscured the view. He looked like a fish on a hook, and he sure was acting the part, too. 
As if on cue, he closed his mouth, and shook his head, eliciting a chuckle from Alan. "Too bad," his dominant mocked him, "I don't think you'll have a choice. You'll cum until I've seen enough." 
A click of a button, and the machine sped up, the humming of the motor growing louder. Aspen was convinced that the speed at which the toy pumped into his abused ass was inhuman - which made sense. It was a machine, after all. 
"You know," Alan said, taking a step closer to the bed, "for someone who doesn't seem to like this at all, you're handling yourself very well." 
Aspen's eyes drifted to Alan's pants, and he gulped at the sight of the visible bulge. "So are you, Sir."
Alan clicked his tongue. "Mind your business, pet." 
"Sorry." 
"Perhaps I should make this a little bit harder for you, hm? What do you say?" 
"If that's what you want, Sir." 
Aspen had learned very early that Alan liked it when Aspen didn't argue with him. Of course, that didn't mean that there wasn't any mutual respect between the two of them. No, on the contrary,  Alan was still very careful to make sure that Aspen wasn't uncomfortable, and that he was well taken care of, but still, Alan was the one who wore the pants in their unusual relationship, and so, Aspen let him make the decisions. 
However, he couldn't imagine that there was any way for him to suffer more than he already was since the machine was steadily pushing him closer to his third orgasm. 
He watched as Alan returned to the closet, only to have his core shaken as he orgasmed. And this time he couldn't help himself - he moaned. 
He felt a stray tear run down his cheek and he furiously wiped it away before Alan would see. 
But Alan had been right when he had promised Aspen that Aspen would be an open book to him, and when he returned to the bed, he set the items he had fetched down on the floor before he sat on the edge of the bed. "Penny for your thoughts?" he asked softly, pushing Aspen's unruly curls from his forehead. 
"I've never," Aspen broke off and let out a whine, "cum this often, it... It feels different." 
Alan hummed in response, still running his fingers through Aspen's hair. "I could have gotten you used to this earlier, but you are terrible at following orders sometimes." 
"I want to cry," Aspen mumbled, and Alan smiled. 
"You can do as you like. And you know what to say to make this stop, don't you?" 
"Yes, Sir." 
"Good. Remind me again what your safeword is." 
"Red, Sir." 
"That's a good boy. A very good boy." Alan was still smiling. "Perhaps you need a little push in the right direction, hm?" Alan picked something up from the floor and held it out to Aspen - a slim leather paddle. 
"You want me to cry." 
"I want you to be able to express your emotions, and if this," Alan said, lightly patting the paddle against his knee, "will help with that, I will be happier for it. So, what do you say?" 
Aspen looked at the ceiling for a while, and then at the intricate rope work that ran down his legs. He hadn't thought that tying himself up with rope was something he would ever do, but alas, here he was. 
"Yes, please," he whispered, his subconscious taking over. "I'd like the paddle, Sir." 
"I know." 
The mattress dipped as Alan got up, and for a moment, the loss of touch made Aspen feel ... empty. 
He whined as Alan untangled his hands from his hair, causing Alan to laugh again. 
"Impatient, are we?" 
Before Aspen could argue, the paddle landed on his ass with a smack, and he wriggled his toes as the burn traveled to his core. 
He whimpered as his cock twitched, and Alan chuckled. "How was that, huh?" 
"G-good," Aspen squeaked, and Alan chuckled more. 
"Well, then, let's see if we can get some tears on your pretty face, hm?" 
Pretty. Aspen's stomach fluttered, and before he knew it, his body kicked itself over the edge and he came again, moaning. "Fuck!" 
"Language, pet."
Smack! The paddle came down on the other side of his ass and Aspen sucked in a breath. "Sorry," he whimpered, and then, he felt another tear slip down his cheek. He hiccuped, and when he lifted his head again, Alan was peeking at him from behind his bound legs. "It's alright," he reassured Aspen, and then he lifted the paddle again, bringing it down on Aspen's ass repeatedly. 
With every impact that followed, more tears came, and after ten solid smacks with the paddle, Aspen was openly sobbing. 
He didn't register how Alan reached for the remote and turned the machine off, pulling the toy away from Aspen's behind before unhooking his legs and carefully lowering them onto the bed. 
A minute later, a soft and wet sensation on his abdomen as Alan wiped Aspen's cum from his body. 
Once again, the mattress dipped and Alan laid next to him, pulling Aspen's upper body on top of him. 
"Sweet boy," Alan whispered in his ear, lovingly wiping the wetness from Aspen's cheeks with his thumb. "You're safe here with me. It's alright. I'm so proud."