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

LII

The next morning, Aspen had woken up cuddled into Alan's chest, and Alan was busy rubbing circles into his upper back when Aspen stirred and sat up.
"Uh," he made, running his hand through his hair and pushing his locks back. "You slept here."
Alan sat up too, his eyes fixated on Aspen's.
"Yes," he said calmly as if that was the most natural thing in the world. "I figured you'd wake up if I left and that didn't seem like the best option."
Aspen furrowed his brows incredulously. "Sure," he conceded. "Master knows best."
Aspen threw the blankets back and began humming the song from Tangled under his breath as he got up and picked up the nearest shirt from the floor to put it on.
"It's my turn with breakfast today, isn't it?"
Alan grinned widely at him. "Spencer and June aren't home. Spencer has appointments and he took June home on the way."
"Appointments on a Sunday?"
"Photography side hustle. He's doing boudoir today, because it's overcast. At least that's what he texted me."
Aspen remembered the photography on the walls in Thea's office. Huh.
"So, breakfast for two then?"
The grin still hadn't left Alan's lips. "I want," he said pointedly, "chocolate chip pancakes."
Aspen stopped short. "Really?" he huffed.
Alan narrowed his eyes at him.
They stared each other down for what felt like an eternity, and then, an even bigger grin that made Alan look like Leo spread on his face.
Calm before the storm.
Then—
"Kneel, pet."
Aspen obeyed instantaneously, only wincing slightly when his knees hit the carpeted bedroom floor.
Alan got up, joined Aspen where he was kneeling, threaded his fingers into Aspen's hair, and pulled his head back, forcing eye contact. "When I tell you to do something, what do you say, pet?"
"Yes, Master, or no, Master."
"Ah, see, so you do know how to behave. Silly boy, you've earned yourself a spanking after breakfast."
The longer Aspen was forced to stare into Alan's face, the more he noticed how Leo-like his dom's mannerisms had suddenly become, and that realization made him shiver.
Alan chuckled. "Oh, don't worry, I'll make sure it drives the lesson home. Now, you're going to get up, make me my chocolate chip pancakes, and we are going to have a silent breakfast. If I hear so much as one sound from your mouth—"
Was Alan in a bad mood?
"Are we understood? Words, Aspen."
"Yes, Master."
"There we go. That wasn't so hard, was it?"
Meekly, Aspen shook his head, managing to keep his mouth shut when Alan let go off his hair. "Go. I'm hungry."

Twenty minutes later, Aspen had succeeded in quietly preparing breakfast, and Alan had shed his icy demeanor when he invited Aspen to sit with him with a wave of his hand.
Breakfast passed between them in silence.
Alan didn't pay any attention to him as he scrolled through the latest issue of the New York Times on his tablet, and Aspen had resolved to keep his head down for the time being, listlessly chewing on his pancake.
The food wasn't bad by any means, but the bedroom scenario had Aspen's stomach in knots.
He hadn't been spanked as a punishment in days.
After the whole fiasco with the vibrator and Leo at Thea's apartment, Aspen had decided to be good.
And this accident would be the thing that broke his streak?

Finally, Alan looked up. "I left the playroom door unlocked for you. Go undress, pick an implement, and bend over the bed. I'll be with you in a moment."
Wordlessly, Aspen emptied his mug of coffee and pushed his chair back, getting up. "Yes, Master," he mumbled.
Better safe than sorry.
He shuffled into the playroom, only allowing himself to take a deep breath when he stood in front of the implement closet.
He opened the door and took in the stock.
There were one or two new paddles in the closet. Leather, with holes for extra impact.
Aspen reached for the smaller one and gave it a test swing, listening to the air whistle as it escaped through the holes in the material.
Yeah, this one would do.
He quickly shed his clothes and fixed the bedding before he bent over the bed and waited for Alan to join him.
Alan did just a few minutes later, and he laughed at the sight of the leather paddle. "I'm not surprised," he said softly as he picked it up. "Count down from 15 for me."
Without waiting for a response, he delivered the first impact, and Aspen sucked a sharp breath in through his teeth. "15, Sir."
Alan hummed. "This isn't a punishment, Aspen. I wanted you to think it is because I like to test people's perception of the gravity of the situation they're in, and when you looked at me earlier, I could tell you wanted to play but felt like you've already asked too much of me in the past 24 hours."
Again, the paddle gave an angry thwack as it came down on Aspen's naked ass.
"14, Sir."
"Tell me you want to play," Alan demanded.
"I do! I want to play, please, Sir."
Alan didn't say anything for a while, and Aspen was left to count the rest of his spanks.
When Alan was done, Aspen hung limply over the bed, his breaths coming out in pants as he tried to calm down, and his ass felt like it was on fire.
"I want—" Aspen gasped and then realized what he said and sighed out, "I would like to be pegged, please."
It was only after he'd said that that he realized Alan had been right — of course.
"Yeah? I'd like to peg you, too."
Alan disappeared for a second and came back with the bag of sex toys Aspen had gotten from Leo.
"There's some in here," he declared, reaching into the bag and pulling out a random harness attachment.
"Where did you get these?"
"Thea. That," Aspen ground out, jabbing his thumb at the dildo, "was a PR gift, but—"
"The Silvas can't be bought. I know. Alright, let me get the lube."