Page 11 of Bound to Him

“You won’t. You’ve done nothing but please me since I bought you.” The very thought of how the boy had done so threatened to make him hard—again. It was a marvel how much he’d been able to get his dick up and off in the last twenty-four hours. He fucked Parker into the mattress when the boy didn’t have his cock in his mouth. Part of him worried he was wearing the boy out, but his slave seemed not only pliant but eager as well. Sebastian had no doubt that when he finally unlocked Parker’s cock, it would give him the orgasm of his life.

As he pulled into the parking area, he gave one reminder. “Try not to wiggle. I know that plug up your ass is stimulating—to both of us, actually—but my father at least will catch on to why you’re fidgety.”

“Yes, Master.” Parker peered out of the window at the house.

“And it’s ‘sir’, remember, when others are around? That includes when we’re with my family. It’s less jarring than your calling me master for those not in the BDSM lifestyle or who don’t have debt slaves themselves.”

Parker nodded once. “Yes, sir.”

As he got out of his car, Sebastian eyed the other vehicles parked nearby. He recognized one and wasn’t surprised that his parents had invited their old friends. For them, any second that wasn’t fully entertaining was to be avoided. Other than when they probably still had sex, he doubted his parents ever gave themselves two seconds alone. Someone was always with them and that was no more so than Sunday brunch. It was a tedious pilgrimage he had to make every week so long as he was in town. Sometimes he scheduled work travel just to escape it. He grabbed Parker’s hand and held it as they walked up the front steps.

The house manager, Hilda, opened the door and greeted them with a smile.

He’d always gotten along well with the woman, saving his mischief-making for his parents. “Good morning.”

“Welcome, Mr. Sebastian.” The woman shifted her gaze briefly at Parker yet asked no question.

“The Emersons are here, I see.”

“Yes, sir. They played a foursome of golf this morning.”

“Of course.” At least he’d been able to shake off that expectation of him. The game bored him silly.

Knowing the way, he tugged Parker into the front parlor where his parents sat talking to the other couple. The French doors were open to the patio outside, allowing a nice breeze to flow through. As soon as the others caught sight of him and Parker, the conversation died down.

His mother beamed at him. “Sebastian, darling, I’m glad you came.” As if his attendance weren’t mandatory. “We didn’t know you were bringing a friend.” Her gaze skittered over to Parker before returning to Sebastian. Her frown was brief. “You know Sam and Patricia, of course.”

Sebastian nodded toward the couple. “Sure. Nice to see you again.”

Mrs. Emerson put a hand to her bosom as if she were some antebellum matron. “Why, Sebastian, it’s been ages. I believe you’re taller than your father now, and so handsome.”

Sebastian pasted his automatic society smile on his face. “Thank you.”

The woman fluttered her hand in the direction of the doors and that’s when another, younger man came into his field of vision. “You remember our son, Williard? It’s been a long time since you two have seen each other, given that we had him educated abroad. He runs our London office now.”

The fairly handsome, sandy-haired young man raised a hand. “Hi. Ah, good to see you again.” Williard shrugged, then took a slug of the Bloody Mary he held.

“Yes, it is, Will. Are you relocating back to Boston?”

The guy looked a little sullen as he said, “No. It’s just a visit for the summer months to give me more experience at headquarters.”

There was an undercurrent in the room that Sebastian couldn’t quite put his finger on. Ignoring the effort to decipher it, he tugged Parker closer to his side. “This is Parker, my new debt slave.”

His words hung in the air for a few moments before Patricia trilled a little laugh. “Oh, really? We’ve acquired quite a few of our own to staff our house. They are so diligent and easy to deal with compared to the people we used to employ.”

His mother gazed at Sebastian with some annoyance. “We’d heard something about this…acquisition. I suppose he can help out in the kitchen.”

Sebastian put his arm around Parker’s waist. “He’s not that kind of slave, Mom.”

His mother’s eyes narrowed, but she knew better than to confront him about anything, not in front of guests. “I see,” was all she said before sipping at her bellini.

Sebastian sat on one of the empty wing chairs and after some internal debate, decided to seat Parker on the arm and not the floor beside him. While the idea of having the boy literally at his feet was appealing, this was hardly the place to act out his BDSM fantasies. The chatter picked up again—mostly talk about the game they’d played that morning, as if chasing the ball around the green wasn’t boring enough. They had to rehash their performance at every hole.

When a maid materialized in front of him with a tray carrying his usual Bloody Mary, he snatched it up and took a long swig. “Thanks.” He nodded toward Parker. “A virgin mimosa for my companion, please.” The boy was legally able to be a sex slave but not drink. The absurdity of the laws people enacted never ceased to surprise him. But that wasn’t the issue for him. He had no idea how Parker took to alcohol and didn’t want to risk any kind of problem during lunch.

When the talk turned to the markets, Sebastian participated. His parents and the Emersons might look like the idle rich, but they all had a keen sense of business. Will, too, joined in, showing far more animation than he had before. Parker sat quietly, sipping his orange juice, and appearing to be keeping track of the conversation. Sebastian vaguely remembered something in the boy’s profile about taking economic classes.

Hilda appeared to announce that the brunch was set up on the patio. Everyone trooped outside, carrying drinks with them. It didn’t take Sebastian more than a second to count the chairs at the table.

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