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

LIV

"So, did you two fuck yesterday while I was out?"
Aspen almost spat out his mouthful of coffee at Spencer's words, but he swallowed instinctively.
After recovering from his cough attack, he inhaled sharply. "Uh, yeah, I suppose we did fuck. As much as you can call me fucking myself on a strap-on attachment fucking in the classic sense."
Spencer laughed at that. "I can't relate."
Aspen refused to ever think about Spencer and Alan fucking when he was asleep with noise canceling ear plugs in. That was none of his business.
"Lucky you," he muttered, stifling a yawn.
Alan had come into his room at the asscrack of dawn — 5:15 am — and told him that as a special treat, Aspen would finally get to try out some public play.
It was something that Aspen had always been curious about, but since he was a lawyer and had to conduct himself in a professional manner, public play wasn't really an option.
Well, it hadn't been.
Until now.
Alan had brought a vibrating buttplug to his early morning meeting in Aspen's room, showed him what app to install, and had left him with one clear instruction: Do as he said.
As if on cue, Alan walked out of the bathroom. He sat at the table with them and watched passively as Spencer poured him a cup of coffee. "Pet," he said lovingly, reaching out to close Spencer's Macbook. "Didn't we agree on no photo editing over breakfast?"
"I'm done with breakfast," Spencer argued, but he allowed Alan to close the laptop anyway and instead leaned his head on his fiance's shoulder. "You look nice."
"Aw, thank you, baby. I tried really hard today. I have some big scary investors to impress with my silly little idea of a dungeon."
Alan was laughing, and he leaned in to kiss Spencer.
Aspen tried to mind his business. He had borrowed the iPad mini that Spencer and Alan kept to read e-papers on and was mindlessly scrolling through the news, but his mind was once again occupied with other things.
Leo had told him that they would talk again a few days ago, and hadn't called since.
And then, another thought struck him. How much did Leo know about Alan's blossoming business plans? Thea had said that the existence of Wonderland — that's what Alan called the club — wouldn't put Aphrodite out of business, but it didn't sound like Thea would be a regular patron there either.
And yet... Why wasn't Leo investing in Wonderland? Was it really just because he was a man of principle and didn't want to take up space in Alan's life?
Someone snapped their fingers in his face. Spencer.
"Hello? "Earth to Aspen?"
Aspen looked up. "Hm?"
"Are you in for dinner tonight? I wanted to make lasagna, but it's not gonna be worth it if we're just two, I don't have a casserole dish that small and I don't want to eat lasagna for three days."
Aspen nodded. "Don't worry, I can eat lasagna for four. It's my favorite dish."
He glanced at Alan, who winked at him, probably thinking the same thing: Aspen was about to spend all day torturing himself with a vibrating buttplug. If Spencer were to let him, Aspen could probably finish the entire dish of lasagna himself.

Half an hour later, all of them were out the door at the same time. Spencer was meeting June for a coffee down the block before they would both head to class, Alan had his big and scary investor meeting.
In the garage, Alan stopped him before he could get into his car. "Have a good day today, Aspen. Try not to drive yourself crazy. And watch your pants."
Aspen could only laugh. "Yes, Sir. I do keep a spare suit at the office if all else fails."
Alan winked at him again. "If all else fails, you'll be due for a lesson in discipline. I'll see you for dinner."

As if some sort of otherworldly power had it out for him today, the first call Aspen received wasn't one from his assistant or even a client, no. It was Leo.
"Dr. Arkwright," he said, leaning back in his chair.
"Mr. Silva," Aspen returned, trying to match Lepold's tone.
"Damn. Outranking me, are we?" Leo teased.
"At least I've done something to deserve the title. And besides, you chose to address me as such."
So had Alan, when they had met here, many months ago. Oh, how the times had changed him.
"Smart mouth, too." Leo shook his head and then leaned over the table, getting his face closer to the screen. "Did you speak to your Master about the aftercare thing?"
"He ended up spending the night in his guest room with me."
The man on the other line smiled. "Alan is a cuddle bug. He used to beg me to be allowed to sleep in my bed, too. Simply because he knew I slept in it."
"Do you not miss him?" Aspen asked before his phone beeped. "Ah, excuse me, one second."
A text from Alan had come in.
That vibrating plug has ten modes. Put on the first, then wait ten minutes, turn it to the third, and when you're about to come, turn it back off.
Aspen tinkered with the app Alan had installed on his phone and visibly flinched when the vibrations picked up.
Of course, Leo noticed.
"I don't think I consented to being a voyeur against my will today," he said softly.
Aspen inhaled sharply and sent Alan a thumbs up before he put his phone away. "You're welcome to call me back at a later time but I can make no promises about the state of my ass or my availability for private chats on company time."
Leo smacked his lips together, but he didn't hang up. "Well," he said instead, "To answer your question: Yes, I do miss Alan. One day I will get over my," he painted quotation marks into the air with two fingers, "inflated ego and firm belief that a submissive doesn't do well staying in contact with their first dominant, but until then, I suppose we will have to suffer each other's losses for a little while longer. Thea keeps me updated, though, and I have to say... I knew he would go places. I'm very proud of him. And I'm sure Alan thinks very highly of you, too. You'll both do great."
"If you ever decide to meet him, would that mean the NDA I signed is void?"
"You're the one who deals in legal documents," Leo said, shrugging. "I wouldn't mind it either way, but it fully depends on how angry Alan might be with me."
Aspen nodded. "Do you think I could grab some sex toys from that box you keep in your office? I tried two yesterday and ... I suppose I can be bought."
"You're welcome to as many of them as you like. They're all yours."