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

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"Thank you, Sir."
A strange look passed over Leo's face at the words, but he composed himself in a split second.
"Aspen," he said slowly.
Instinctively, Aspen looked down at his crotch, but there was no visible bulge — yet. "Yeah?"
"Did Thea—?" Leo didn't finish the question, and in the corner of the screen, Aspen saw him play with one of the rings on his finger.
"Come out to me?" he asked carefully, not waiting for Leo to nod. "Yeah."
Leo exhaled visibly. "They don't talk about it much."
Aspen shook his head. "They don't have to. I'm their submissive, and they don't owe me anything. But regardless, I'm glad that they decided to take your advice and tell me because now I can help them be more comfortable."
Comfort was a strange concept to Aspen right now. He didn't exactly feel comfortable with a vibrating buttplug wedged up his ass while trying to sit still and not let a boner get the better of him.
He knew comfort. Perhaps comfort was the steady tickle of Alan's breath on his neck as they had fallen asleep in the same bed the other night. Perhaps it was the freedom in voicing your needs and having them met. Perhaps it was the steam coming out of Thea's oven with every finished pan of cake.
But none of these things, he realized, would be a constant.
He sat there in silence for a while, starkly aware of the fact that Leo was watching him from the screen and that any minute, his assistant could call to schedule another phone conference.
"Ask me," Leo prompted.
Alan looked up, noting how glassy his sight had become, and carelessly wiped at his eyes with the sleeves of his jacket, which did nothing.
"Thea is going to leave me once I finish ... whatever this is that I have going on with them and Alan, aren't they?"
Leo said nothing.
"And what if I can't work for Alan anymore after all this is over? What if that hurts too much?"
"I do not speak for my sibling," Leo said softly. "Generally, we share the same sentiment. A certain degree of detachment is necessary for us since we are ... professionals. But you're not a paying client."
"Sounds like you're saying I should become one."
Leo laughed. "Listen, Aspen, you do with your money whatever you want, but again, you might not have to pay Thea for anything. It depends on what they decide. And as for ... Wonderland, was it? If you decide that your time with Alan and the way you two have closed things off leaves you unable to work with and for him in the future but you decide that you would like to do some work in a kink environment, Aphrodite's doors are open for you. I'm not going to lie, I wouldn't mind having another rigger on my roster of employees—"
The end of the sentence hung in the air between them and Aspen gulped before he said, "And you wouldn't mind playing with me again either, would you?"
Leo's eyes darkened. "No," he admitted. "And what of it? Would we be here talking if you didn't hope to get something from me?"
"Maybe I'm just hoping to exploit you as an educational resource, Master Silva."
Leo leaned forward in his chair again. "Tell me what Alan is doing to you right now. Be a good boy."
"Vibrating buttplug," Alan whispered, his voice barely loud enough for Leo to hear. "My first time doing any sort of public play."
A grin broke out on Leo's face. "Well then," he said slowly. "May your workday be torturous, pet. We'll see each other again soon, I think. Try not to be too excited for that. I wouldn't want you soiling your pants on company time."
Before Aspen could offer a far more well-mannered word of parting, Leo hung up on him.

Most of Aspen's day passed by without complications, but it was almost as if Leo had put a curse on him because once his lunchtime rolled around, Alan called and made Aspen go into the most private bathroom in the entire building to touch himself, which meant that after said lunch break, Aspen sat through two virtual client meetings with a boner that threatened to become too big for his pants.
He was on edge and spent about half an hour pacing up and down in his office while considering asking Alan if he could cum.
But an orgasm would only happen in trade for discipline and the possibility of having to sit through that was one Aspen didn't even want to entertain.

Just before Aspen went home, he got a text. Unknown number aka Leo. It was a picture of a virtual plane ticket to New York City, dated two weeks into the future. Leo didn't text anything with it, but the message it sent was clear. Aspen had to be careful what he wished for.
Perhaps edging on Leo hadn't been a good idea. But maybe, just maybe, Aspen wanted to be in the spot Alan had once occupied: at Leo's feet. A few days ago, after the Shibari class, Aspen had been sure that his future in kink would be that of a dominant, but his brain liked to come up with all possible scenarios that weren't that. Open relationships and marriages, poly knots ... And most importantly, Aspen on his knees at the feet of some shapeless being.

The end of the workday finally descended upon him like a saving grace sent from the heavens — If Aspen was to believe such things existed, which he did not — and with it came two texts: Alan's instructions to turn the toy off so he could drive home in peace, and another text from Leo.
It was a single word: Communicate.
Ah, yes. Aspen's favorite thing to do.
He chucked his bag onto the passenger's seat and groaned when he finally allowed himself to open his pants and shimmy them down just a little bit.
Driving a car with his dick almost out was not something he could've ever seen himself doing. But there was a first for everything.