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

XXVII

"You did a good job with the kitchen," Thea praised him, leaning against the counter with a glass of water in hand. She too had changed out of her day clothes into a more casual outfit.
"Thank you," Aspen mumbled, pouring himself a glass of water as well. "I looked at your cake," he added. "It's-" he was lost for words.
"Thank you," Thea said easily. "The client's party is tomorrow afternoon, and you will play delivery man for me," she added, emptying her glass of water.
"Of course."
Thea looked at him. "Did your list change since last night, pet? Anything you're having second thoughts about?"
"No, Mistress," Aspen said immediately. "No changes."
She smiled at him and put her glass down. "Why don't you follow me down the hall?" she suggested, but Aspen understood it as an order. So, he too finished his glass of water and followed Thea into her playroom.
"Some people practice BDSM in their bedroom," she said. "I like to keep my personal things private, and especially because this is not a romantic relationship, I don't think you'll have a reason to enter my bedroom any time soon."
Aspen understood that. And he respected it. A part of him couldn't help but think that that may be a reason why she was such a highly valued dominatrix. His thoughts drifted to Leopold, her brother. Who of them had started out with this, and what had inspired Leo to pursue this as a career in the first place?
"Before you ask," Thea said softly, "none of the submissives I've trained in this space have seen my bedroom from the inside. One tried to get inside, but I caught him, gave him very blue balls, and then I had a high-security lock installed on my bedroom door."
She giggled, and Aspen stopped short. That sound coming from her mouth was beautiful, but the weight of her words hit him nonetheless.
"I won't trespass, Mistress," he promised softly. "You're right, there's no reason why I should be allowed inside."
Thea hummed. "You are such a good boy," she praised him as she unlocked the door, turned the light on, and ushered him inside. "I consider myself very lucky that Alan has decided to share you," she added. Then she turned. "Undress."
Aspen didn't have enough time to look around the room, but it struck him similar to the rooms at Aphrodite - just way smaller, and, much cozier.
He inhaled sharply as he stripped and folded his clothes before leaving them on top of a dresser.
"I told you my expectations were high," Thea mumbled, letting her eyes wander down Aspen's naked body, "but by no means did I expect you'd be able to meet them."
Aspen glanced up at her. "How do you mean, Mistress?"
"Well," Thea said sharply, "I have not actually had the pleasure to spend a lot of time with Spencer because he's busy with his education and freelancing, but I know that they live a very high protocol relationship - which means that Alan's got a lot of rules and rituals and Spencer has to abide by them all - and I guess I was just worried that putting you into this dynamic with this protocol would have the opposite effect on you."
"I don't abide by half the rules that Master Alan set for Spencer because I-" he hesitated. "Spencer and I don't share the same history. And my ... protocol has changed since Master Alan started teaching me about D/S instead of just making me live it, Mistress."
Thea hummed, adjusting her position on the sofa. "Up," she commanded softly.
Aspen obliged and stood, fighting the urge to cover his crotch with his hands.
Thea beheld him for a moment, then spun her finger in the air, signaling him to turn around.
Aspen turned, his fingers still twitching with the need to cover himself, so he balled his hands into fists.
"Bend over and brace your hands on your knees."
Memories of the first time Alan had put him into that position flooded his brain, and he almost let out a whimper as he - once again, like he so often did - found himself aware of what kind of utterly lewd situation he was in.
What followed was Alan's sharp voice in his head as he scolded Aspen for his disobedience. So Aspen bent over and stood there, his entire body trembling.
"Does Alan still, inspect you, Aspen?" Thea asked leisurely from her spot.
"Sometimes, Ma'am."
"And how does that make you feel?"
"Hyper aware of my body and my thoughts, Ma'am."
He hated the fact that he couldn't read Thea's expressions while having his back turned to her.
"You don't like it much, do you?"
"No, Ma'am."
No reaction. Silence. If Aspen didn't know better, he would give in to the urge to cover himself and start nervously bouncing on his toes, but he didn't know what Thea's preferred method of discipline was, and he wasn't ready to find out just yet, seeing as she had just complimented his obedience.
"How often do you engage in anal sex, Aspen?"
Aspen sucked in a breath. "I haven't since Master Alan took me to Aphrodite, Ma'am."
Thea laughed. "You mean when he pegged you?"
"Yes," Aspen mumbled, "but, as you know, he likes to torture me with buttplugs."
Thea laughed again. "Well, then I suppose you won't have a problem with any of my preferences. And I do have one for pegging men with cute butts. Straighten up."
When Aspen turned back to Thea, a deep blush tinted his cheeks.
"You should be used to being looked at by now, Aspen," Thea noted, and Aspen pressed his lips into a thin line and nodded.
"But you're embarrassed. Why is that?"
Aspen looked up at her and sighed. "I don't know," he said honestly, faltering. "You're right, I should know better than to be scared or embarrassed at this point, but... somehow it feels wrong."
Thea cocked her head. "I think we need to redefine what intimacy means to you, pet. I'm not surprised you feel this way when Alan's always had you at arm's length. But worry not, your fairy godmother dominatrix is here now."