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

LXXVIII

"I googled you," Bram said, a careless undertone in his voice. "A lawyer and a professional pleasure dom and brat tamer, huh?"
Aspen blushed, briefly forgetting that he was busy finding his test results and limit lists in his bag.
"And you work for the Silvas... I really should have figured that out when Noah reached out for you."
"And I should have magically known you two are cousins," Aspen responded, trying to match the man's tone.
He made Bram laugh. "Perhaps," he said. "But really, all that connects Noah and I these days is our blood and the fact that we're both in the same industry."
"Thea used to tell me the BDSM community is a small world." He stopped. "Hang on, is my name on the—"
"Just your first name," Bram said. "Which meant I had to go crawling back to Noah to find out more about you. But apparently you are universally beloved at Aphrodite, huh?"
Aphrodite's new golden boy.
Aspen smacked his lips together nervously, finally pulling the folder from his bag. "Apparently," he agreed.
"I also found out your Alan is Leopold Silva's ex-boyfriend."
"Wow," Aspen said, sliding the folder across the table. "Sounds like Noah needs to take another seminar on confidentiality—"
Bram reached for the folder and perused the documents inside, leaving Aspen to sit in silence.
Bram's studio was a small, second-floor apartment close to the red light district — how fitting — located above a vinyl store that Bram also ran. He agreed that being a professional dominant was not something you could do for a living without a side-gig, and he had given Aspen a small tour through the store before taking him upstairs.
It was rather small, Aspen had thought, especially compared to the grandeur of Aphrodite, but then again Thea and Leo were operating their business at a different scale.
"Do you get noise complaints from the people who shop at your vinyl store if you're up here during the day?" he asked into the silence, drawing another laugh out of Bram.
"No," came the response, and Bram handed him his file back. "This room has soundproofing all over the walls." A pause.

"Anyway, I'm ready to start if you are."
Aspen tore his eyes off the wall, inhaling sharply. "Yes, Sir."
"Good boy," Bram responded instantaneously. "Good to see you remember your manners. Get up and strip, please."
Aspen had said those words to people about a hundred times by now, but hearing someone else say them to him made something in his brain short-circuit.
He inhaled again and then  finally got up, walking just a few steps away from the desk before he started getting undressed.
"I understand it's been some time since you've last bottomed, are there any concerns you'd like to share with me before we get started?"
From the corner of his eyes, Aspen watched as Bram shut the curtains along the wall of windows.
"Uh," he made. "Not really— But I'm a bit of a ... restless bottom, I suppose."
Bram had taken up post by the covered windows and was watching him from narrowed eyes. "You like to put up a fuss, boy?" he asked, and the tone of his voice was the spark that lit the fire in Aspen's depths.
He hadn't felt this way in a while.
Bram clicked his tongue when Aspen didn't respond for a moment too long.
"Aspen, I asked you a  question. You're also still wearing clothes," he said sharply. "As a brat-tamer yourself, I'd hoped to see you a bit more well-behaved."
Aspen snapped out of his desire-induced daydreaming.
"M-my apologies, Sir," he stammered, grabbing his shirt by the hem and pulling it off over his head. "I tend to... do that sometimes." His socks followed, and then his jeans. "The zone out thing. I don't mean to disobey."
Bram pushed off the wall and came strolling over, only to pick up Aspen's clothes. "And when you're domming?"
"I haven't had anyone point it out to me then—"
"Hm."
His clothes landed in a basket by the door, with his shoes to the side of it, and when Bram had turned around, a wicked grin had spread across his face, but it held no malice, nothing that made alarm bells go off in Aspen's head.
Aspen inhaled sharply. "I don't think I like to put up a fuss," he tacked on hastily, remembering that Bram had asked him a question.
"So you like to do what you're told?" Bram asked, gesturing for Aspen to get comfortable on the bed. "Your mentors must think you're the agreeable sort."
"I suppose," Aspen agreed, taking a cautious step toward the bed.
Having sex for his own pleasure with someone who wasn't Alan or Thea felt strange. Almost as if he was cheating on them.
But technically all that seeing Alan and Thea had been about was his own liberation, a process that allowed him to discover a hidden part of himself.
So really, it would be more disrespectful to either of them if this is where he decided to chicken out.
Bram cupped Aspen's cheek when he joined Aspen on the bed, running a finger over the skin by Aspen's right eye.
He was just as naked now, and even though Aspen tried not too look too hard, he could see the opened condom wrapper from the corner of his eyes.
"I have the urge to be gentle with you," Bram informed him. "But something tells me we'll have more fun if I'm not."
"I'm happy to have you take the lead, Sir."
Bram's face was all laugh lines — again.
"Feeling like a pillow prince today, are we?" he asked, but before Aspen could respond, Bram managed to flip him on his  front. "That's okay with me. You can just lay there, squirm, and moan prettily for me." A pause. "Remind me of your safeword."
"Red, Sir," Aspen responded obediently.
He sighed into the pillow and tried his best to relax, to make his body understand that he was safe, and that there would be pleasure.
Allowed Bram's weight on his back to push him against the mattress.
"That's a good boy. We're going to start now, yeah?"
Aspen wanted to reply something in affirmative, but the sudden invasive pressure at his backside made the heat pool in the depths of his belly again, and even though Aspen tried not to, he felt his legs  kick at the intrusion.
Oh, fuck.