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

XXII

"So?" Alan asked as soon as Aspen had maneuvered the car from the parking lot. "What did she say about me?" 
"Nothing," Aspen responded, reaching up to adjust the rear-view mirror. "Only that if I told you any of it, she'd have to torture me for it." 
"Such a shame. You're so pretty when you suffer." 
Aspen shifted in his seat. All of a sudden, the feeling of rope burn overcame him. He forced himself to take a deep breath. 
"You were a sex worker." 
Alan smiled - a smile that Aspen hadn't seen before. 
"In some ways, I still am," he said, and when Aspen glanced at him, Alan's face told him he'd wanted to say something else. 
Alan sunk deeper into the seat. "Leo did a degree in business - like I did, obviously, and that club is his baby. Like The Secret Garden is mine." 
Aspen had never been to The Secret Garden, which was the first nightclub Alan had opened, but he knew how much that building and his employees there meant to him.
"I had a job at a coffee shop, because my parents covered my expenses, but by the time it closed permanently, Leo's project was finished, and so he ... recruited me." 
Recruited. Aspen didn't know much more about Alan's past than Thea had just told him, but if his gut feeling was right, Leo had used Alan the way Alan was now using him.
"He educated people curious about domination-" Alan broke off. 
"You did that with him?" 
They stopped at a red light, and this time, Aspen had a proper opportunity to look at Alan. 
"Yes. I was his-" he hesitated again. "Puppet. But I loved it. Every second of it, because it meant that I had some of that security he'd given me as my big." 
"And what does he do now?" 
Alan shrugged. "I'm not sure. He's out of state, and I haven't heard from him in a few years. Whenever I try to ask Thea about it, she threatens me with a spanking." He laughed again.  "Perhaps once Wonderland opens I can convince him to come by for a weekend, and if that won't do it, he will hopefully at least honor my request of being my groom's man in a few years."  Sadness crossed Alan's eyes, but it disappeared before Aspen had actually registered it fully. 
"Enough of that," Alan decided. "Thea's not the only one who can torture you, and you're still wearing your toys." 
Aspen had forgotten about them. And then it hit him: Alan had turned them off the second he had left Thea's ... office. 
"Not while I'm driving, please," he pleaded meekly, "they're already uncomfortable enough. Sir."
"I know. Speaking of which, tomorrow I have meetings in person all day and I won't be working from home, which means that since it's your day off, you'll be spending the afternoon with Spencer." 
"Yes, Sir." 
"And I'm locking the playroom." 
Damn it. 
Aspen and Spencer used those days to tie each other up - but Alan didn't know that Aspen was sharing his knowledge with Spencer. 
Alan chuckled again. "Your face betrays you. I know you were looking forward to practicing your skills on my fiance, but he has an exam on Monday and he needs to study, so you'll both be spending the day in denial." 
That was a thing that Alan did. If Spencer had a test or exam coming up, he denied Spencer for a few days to make him study, and then, Spencer could earn his orgasms back based on how good his grade was. 
"Why do I-?" Aspen started, trying not to sound too whiny. 
"Because," Alan interrupted him somewhat sharply, "you've cum plenty tonight, so there won't be any need for you to cum or play tomorrow."
A moment of silence. 
"Besides, I'm sure you'll be too busy to think about cumming all day because you're going to run errands for me." 
Aspen almost balked at the idea, but he composed himself just in time to pull into the garage." 
"It's my day off," he said softly. 
"Exactly. And what better way to spend it than doing your Master a couple of favors, hm?" Alan reached out and ruffled Aspen's hair. 
"I have plenty of ideas," Aspen mumbled, the words slipping out before he could stop himself. He clapped his hand over his mouth and sunk into the seat, wanting to escape the situation as fast as possible. 
As if Alan could tell - and he probably could - he laid a hand on Aspen's arm. "Oh?" he asked, humor lacing his voice, "let's hear them." 
"Well," Aspen hummed and hawed. "I was going to tie Spencer up, and then read a book, and I have a hairdresser appointment tomorrow." 
"Oh, good. Your hair is getting long enough for a ponytail." 
"I know that," Aspen said sharply, and Alan chuckled.
"You can read your book when you're done with my errands. Now get out of my car, it's almost one and we both need to sleep." 
Yeah, so you can kick me out of bed at 6 am and make me run around New York like a personal assistant, Aspen thought sourly, but he got out of the car, collected Alan's bag, and opened the passenger door for Alan before he let Alan guide him from the garage into their apartment. 
He made Aspen strip and freed him from the toys before he sent Aspen off to bed with the promise that Aspen would get a list of all the things that needed doing tomorrow, but what he didn't say was that there would be a chastity cage waiting as well. And Aspen was not looking forward to that. 
He turned to his bed and found a copy of some book with a note attached to it. 
Got us this today, it read. We could read it together, if you want, I have a copy too. S.
Aspen smiled. Spencer and his obsession with trashy erotica.