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

XXIV

Aspen set the bags down on the floor next to the door, hung Alan's suits, which were stored in protective covers, on the coat hanger and placed the huge vase with the flower arrangement on the dining table before he took his shoes and jacket off and marched into his bedroom to change into more comfortable clothes and grab the trashy erotic novel that Spencer had bought him.
Alan had texted while he'd been at the hairdresser to tell him that he'd be having dinner with some important people today - and hence, Aspen would be responsible for making sure that they'd get something to eat.
Aspen sighed, threw the book on the couch and marched over to Alan's office.
"Yo," he greeted Spencer. "What d' you want for dinner?"
"We could order sushi, if you're up for that?"
"Sure," Aspen shrugged. "You know any good places around here?"
Spencer pushed his chair back and grabbed his phone. "I'll order. Anything specific we should get?"
"California roll," Aspen said, almost immediately, and Spencer laughed.
"Alright."

An hour later, they were sitting on the couch next to each other, their take out order on the couch between them, trashy erotica in hands. They took turns quoting ridiculous things to each other as the plate between them emptied more and more.
At one point, something Aspen was reading out made Spencer laugh so hard that he snorted soda out of his mouth, and Aspen entered a kind of frenzy because he was scared it would make a mess and get all over the couch and carpet.
But it didn't.
They'd made their way through the entire novel by the time the front door opened and Alan walked in.
"Having fun, are we?"
Spencer dropped his book on the couch and got up, walking over to Alan and greeting him with a kiss.
He whispered something, but Aspen was too busy pretending he wasn't listening to actually catch what was being said.
Spencer walked back to the couch, stuffed another piece of sushi in his mouth, picked up his book and phone and made his way back into Alan's office.
"Aspen."
Aspen looked up.
"Hi, Sir."
There was a strange expression on Alan's face as he approached, sunk down on the couch and reached out, running his fingers through Aspen's newly cut hair, that had now returned to being at chin-length, rather than bordering at the beginning of his shoulders.
"How was your day? Managed everything alright?"
Aspen nodded, resisting the temptation to lean into Alan's hand.
"You'll get used to running errands soon enough. It's Thea's favorite form of submission. Domestic acts of service."
Aspen shuddered at the words, and then took a deep breath. "Did you make me call her on purpose?"
"Of course I did," Alan confirmed, a smile playing across his lips. "I thought she'd like to hear from you."
"She said the next time you place an order on such a short notice, she'll come over and throttle you."
Alan scrunched his nose, but he didn't say anything.
A moment of silence, and then: "Do you think you deserve a session after you're done cleaning this up?"
Aspen hated this question. Neither answer was the right one, because Alan would always find something to contradict Aspen.
But still, he straightened. "Yes."
"I would agree," Alan said, and then, he snatched Aspen's chopstick and grabbed a piece of sushi.
"Delicious," he said, mouth full, and then, after he'd swallowed: "I'm sad I missed the rest of that roll."
"I'll save you some more next time, Sir." Aspen lifted the plate from the couch, prompting Alan to drop the chopsticks on it, and then took it to the kitchen where he, quite unceremoniously, placed the plate in the dishwasher and switched the dishwasher on.
When he turned, Alan had picked up his copy of the erotic novel, and he was perusing it.
"You never told me," he said into the uncomfortable silence between them, "if you had any fantasies that I could help you fulfill."
Aspen choked on thin air. "No," he said softly, clearing his throat.
"No as in 'you haven't told me' or 'there aren't any fantasies'?"
"The latter, Sir."
Alan hummed. "Perhaps Spencer will bring me another copy next time."
"I didn't think you'd know we're reading these-"
"Like I didn't know that you were tying up my fiancé?"
Aspen blushed. "I guess."
Alan got up, closed the book, and left it behind on the couch table. "Come," he said, gesturing vaguely into the direction of his bedroom - another room Aspen hadn't been allowed in - yet.
He understood that Alan and Spencer went after most of their sexual activities in their bedroom, rather than the playroom, which Alan had explained to him, was basically just a storage room that could be locked if they had guests over that didn't know about their lifestyle.
That part was incredibly hard to imagine. They weren't the most flamboyant people Aspen knew, but he knew they weren't exactly secretive about their relationship - and by the time Alan's club would open, his customers would know what he's into anyway.
Aspen followed Alan into  his bedroom. Most of it was neutral warm colors. There were two more doors off to the side, which Aspen assumed lead to the bathroom and a closet, but the wall opposite the bed was dominated by a large shelf that went up under the ceiling.
"Go ahead," Alan prompted, giving Aspen permission to enter the room and look at the collection.
A large portion of the shelf was dominated by erotica. Aspen didn't recognize very many of the titles, but a few caught his eye and he made a note to ask Spencer about them later.
Other sections of the shelf were filled with nonfiction, which was a genre Aspen only occasionally dove into.
"Done looking?"
"Yeah," Aspen mumbled, turning away from the shelf.
"Let's go to the playroom then."
Aspen took a deep breath before he nodded and followed Alan from the bedroom.