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

LIII

"I think it's unfair that you keep playing mind games with me to figure out what I want and don't want," Aspen huffed into the pillow he'd grabbed.
"Of course, you think that, pet. But the thing is, I never said I play fair. And besides, this way I can avoid doing things that don't serve either of us."
Aspen heard the cap of the lube bottle pop and smushed his face into the pillow. "I've been so good, I was worried I had seriously messed up."
"My standards for messing up are quite high, and also, you're not Spencer."
Alan appeared on the bed next to him, holding two different attachments for the harness. "Pick one."
"Left," Aspen said without looking. It didn't matter to him what the dildo looked like. What mattered to him was that he was impatient for pleasure, and he just wanted to be fucked.
Alan hummed. "We'll see how you handle that," he mumbled. "There we go. Ready?"
"Yes," Aspen almost whined in response. "Please fuck me."
He groaned into the pillow when he felt the dildo penetrate him, and then let out another groan when he could feel the slightest bit of weight on his back. Without slacking in movement, Alan grabbed both of his wrists and forced his arms above his head. "How's that?" he rasped into Aspen's ear.
"Really — Ugh! — good! Just what I wanted!"
Alan stayed silent for a moment before he pressed a gentle kiss to the back of Aspen's throat. "Arch into the bed," he instructed in a whisper.
Immediately, Aspen obeyed. "Ah, fuck!"
Alan laughed. "That's the stuff, isn't it?"
"I hated that," Aspen whined into the pillow.
"Don't be a drama queen, you little pillow princess," Alan chided immediately. "You wanted to play and asked to be pegged. I'm doing this for you, and I would be horrible at this entire thing if I didn't have you at least a little bit figured out, hm?"
"I'm not a pillow princess," Aspen protested meekly, and if to prove his point, he began mirroring Alan's thrusts with his hips, forcing the attachment deep again whenever Alan's movement made it withdraw.
"Good boy. Are you gonna cum like this, hm?"
"Yes, fuck! Please, may I?"
Instead of responding and allowing him, Alan pushed him right up to the edge several times and then used his entire greek-god-sculpted body to trap Aspen against the mattress so Aspen couldn't move.
"You're being mean," Aspen huffed after the third time. "I asked nicely."
"Did not."
"Did too!"
Smack!
Aspen sucked in a breath as he felt himself clench on the dildo at the impact of Alan's hand on his ass.
"Did you need another or are you going to ask nicely? Say 'May I pretty please cum for you, Sir,' or I won't let you, and you will be getting another spanking instead."
In response, Aspen buried his face in his pillow for a moment, exhaling sharply into the fabric. Alan would be the death of him, surely.
"May I pretty please cum for you, Sir?" he repeated obediently, noticing how strained his voice was.
"Yes, of course, you may," Alan allowed immediately. "Good boy."
Only after Aspen finally came did he realize that he had made a mess on the bed and that it would be on him to clean it up — Because, of course, it was that way. — and he sighed out semi-defeatedly before he remembered his manners. "Thank you, Sir."
"You're welcome."
Again, Alan kissed the back of Aspen's neck, and Aspen could swear his insides turned into pudding. He hummed contentedly and snuggled back into the pillow.
"I hate that you play mind games with me," he repeated, his voice muffled by the fabric he's speaking into, because this is an admission that Alan isn't really deserving of, "But what I hate even more is that you're always right about everything."
Alan laughed at that, and finally eased up: His hands let go of Aspen's and instead grip his ass, spreading the cheeks as he pulls out the dildo attachment.
"To err is human, to forgive divine," he whispered. "You can hate me for it all you want, hun, but in the end, you'll be back for more."
"Until there is no more to have."
Alan hummed in affirmation, his hands kneading Aspen's ass. "Talk to me. What do you need?"
What is there to need? A bucket of ice water over his head to shake these feelings that creep up on him like a chill down his spine? If he asked Alan for something like that, Alan would surely deliver, and probably make sure that Aspen enjoyed it just as much as this.
"Actually," Aspen said, holding himself up on his forearms and craning his neck to try and look back at Alan, who took the hint and flopped down on the bed next to him, "Can we give the other attachment a go?"
"Are you not satisfied?"
Aspen could feel the heat leaving his ass, the sting of the spanks slowly subsiding — finally — as it traveled to his face instead. "No,"  he admitted bashfully. "Should I be?"
There was a telling twinkle in Alan's eyes, and Aspen squirmed on the bed before he said, "Sir, will you pretty please peg me with the other attachment?"
Alan reached for the attachment and grinned at Aspen. "I'll wear it," he said slowly, reaching out with his other hand and brushing hair out of Aspen's eyes, "but you get to ride it and fuck yourself on it until you're spent. The first round was for you. This'll be for me."
"But you said you don't take your pleasure from me—"
"Who said I want to cum from watching you? Maybe I just want to watch you fuck yourself senseless, walk around frustrated, and then take it out on Spencer later. Do you still want this?"
Aspen's eyes traveled back and forth between the attachment and Alan's face. "I'll be damned," he mumbled. "Yes, Sir, I do."