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

XX

Aspen wondered who on earth could be more important than Alan. 
If there was one thing Alan had successfully instilled in him in the past months, it was the fact that as soon as he stepped through the door into Alan's apartment, Alan was the only thing that mattered. 
The little tag on his collar that jingled against the hollow of this throat reminded him of that, too. 
And so did his treacherous cock, spasming away in the fresh pair of boxers that Alan had him change into. 
They didn't help with the buttplug and the cockring that kept torturing him on their walk through the club, no matter how much Aspen tried to convince himself that he was imagining the sensations, that they weren't there. 
They reached a door after having crossed multiple hallways and Aspen noticed that there was a tag on the door, but he didn't have the chance to read it before Alan raised a fist to knock, the hand that had been holding his wrist shifting to lay itself over the leather of the collar at the nape of Aspen's neck. 
And then the door opened, and Aspen was pushed into a dimly lit room. 
"Sorry," Alan said from behind him, as Aspen reflexively lowered his eyes to his shoes. "I'm afraid I'm overdressed."
"I don't mind," said a voice - another woman, or at least that's what Aspen assumed. "You're welcome to take your jacket and your shoes off and make yourself comfortable." 
Soft rustling of fabric as Alan shed his jacket, and then the dull thuds of a pair of shoes as they were kicked off. 
"Aspen," Alan finally said into the silence. "Undress." 
Aspen didn't dare look up as he did as Alan told him, and then there he stood, the sanctuary of being clothed only having lasted a few moments. 
"Is he being punished?" the stranger inquired, her voice soft.
"Unfortunately," Alan said, and he sounded genuinely disappointed. "I'd hoped it wouldn't come to that, but-" 
The woman chuckled. "I know how you like your subs, Alan, don't play coy with me." 
Alan chuckled, and then he gave a soft sigh. 
It was true. Aspen and Spencer were wearing toys around the house more often than not. It made more sense for Spencer since he actually had sex with Alan, but the one time Aspen had asked about it, Alan had only said, "I don't discriminate," and then turned up the setting on Aspen's buttplug.  
Clearly, that had been a lie. 
"He seems like a prized possession," the woman said, and Aspen could feel the ghost of a fingertip running across his collar bones.
"Aspen is a very proud man outside his role as my submissive. He is an esteemed lawyer, so it's probably just the way he carries himself." 
Aspen didn't know what was going on. What business did this woman have with Alan? And him? How come he had so willingly stripped naked in front of a stranger without questioning it? 
Because you want to make Alan proud, and you've suffered enough.
"He's quiet." 
"I told him to be," Alan responded, and Aspen could practically hear a glow of pride in his voice.
"I like men who open their mouths," the woman said, displeasure evident in her voice. "I like when they make little desperate noises." 
Suddenly a warm hand closed around his awfully erect member, and Aspen let out a whimper. 
"Yes," she mumbled, "quite like that." Aspen felt her breath on his forehead as she let go again. 
"Will he listen when I give him commands?" she asked. 
"Of course he will," Aspen confirmed - a silent order. He'd finally relinquished control. 
Aspen heard the soft tapping of feet on carpeted hardwood floor. 
"Good," the woman mused. "Aspen, look at me." 
His eyes shot up to meet hers, and though the room was dimly lit, he could clearly make out the features of the woman in front of him. She looked... Soft.
Aspen tried not to stare as he beheld her, and another thing he noticed was the confidence and warmth radiating off of her. It was different from the energy he was used to from Alan, who was careful and methodic in his kindness. Kindness that had to be earned.
This woman in her lace-body and satin robe, with her hair a striking emerald green and eyelids dusted with little specks of glitter, was everything Alan was not. 
Aspen noticed that Alan was standing behind her, and he blushed. 
"You're cute," she said bluntly, and Aspen noticed the dimples in her cheeks when she smiled. "I think we'll have a fantastic time filling your knowledge gaps." 
Aspen's eyes drifted to Alan, and he hoped that they were obviously conveying his confusion. 
But Alan only smirked, then dug a hand into his pocket and pulled out a silver plate the size of a coin. 
Aspen gulped. "I don't think I follow," he mumbled softly, and the woman laughed. Her laugh matched the rest of her. It was a pleasant sound - again, one so oddly different from Alan's rasp. 
"Wait," she said, turning to Alan, "you didn't tell him?" 
"He would have protested. He barely agreed to let me teach him," Alan shrugged. "But really, he is a wonderful submissive. I trained him well, if I may toot my own horn," he then continued, smiling at Aspen. 
"In my dungeon," the woman started, angling her body so she could give Alan a light shove, "you may do what I say." 
She turned back to Aspen, her eyes still emitting warmth and confidence. 
"My name's Thea - Mistress Thea or Ma'am to you, of course - and I run this establishment. Alan tells me that you're bisexual and you don't have any experience submitting to women."
Aspen nodded. He wasn't ashamed of his sexuality, and ... Mistress Thea didn't seem bothered by it at all.
Her smile only brightened. "He's agreed to share you. Do you consent to that?" 
Aspen stared at her, willing his mouth to stay shut as his brain tried to catch on, thoughts drifting back to the thing Alan had dug out from his pocket. 
"I told you I wouldn't let you walk away before you haven't experienced all of it," Alan said, offering the tag to Mistress Thea. 
Clever fox. But then again, this was his opportunity for ... something different. And how much worse than Alan could Mistress Thea really be? 
Without a word, Aspen got to his knees. "I do," he said softly, "I consent." 
Mistress Thea seemed to jump out of her skin with excitement for a moment, but she merely bent down and attached the second tag to Aspen's collar.  
"We'll get along just fine," she promised, and for once, Aspen believed it.