Page 26 of Bound to Him

Sebastian frowned as he refilled their flutes. “I’m glad to hear it but you don’t have to thank me for everything. It’s my responsibility to take care of you and it’s my pleasure to see you enjoy new things.”

Not knowing what to say, Parker remained silent, eating and drinking as the sun set around them. Beasley came out to light torches around the perimeter of the patio, casting a soft glow and undoubtedly repelling insects. The setting was beautiful…and romantic, actually. That can’t be what he intends. I’m merely a toy. Still, it was nice to let his mind wander and pretend that he was on a date.

“How was brunch?” he dared to ask because making polite conversation was what people did over dinner.

Sebastian waved his fork. “Oh, the usual. It was just my parents, but that was only because they wanted to harangue me about Will and marriage without constraint.”

Parker tried to tamp down the sudden spurt of jealousy. Getting married was the natural thing for Sebastian to do at his age. Parker’s presence didn’t change that. He forced himself to respond with carefully neutral wording.

“I suppose it’s to be expected that your parents are worried about such things.”

“True. And if it were merely their desire to dandle grandchildren on their knees, it would be one thing. This is dynasty-building in its most naked form. They act as if it’s the nineteenth century still, where couples meet a few times, get engaged, then marry before they even know each other. Let alone whether they like each other.” He shook his head. “The pressure has gone to Defcon One at this point, probably because they see in Will the perfect solution to the problem.”

“Mr. Emerson seems like a nice man.” Parker picked up his glass and drained it. The alcohol was giving him a nice, floaty feeling. He held out the flute. “May I have some more, please?”

Sebastian didn’t hesitate to drain the bottle for him. “Beasley! More champagne, please.”

Parker couldn’t keep the giggle from bubbling out. “Do you think he heard you all the way in the kitchen?”

“He’s not there, dear boy. He’s hovering just outside our line of vision to make sure we have what we need quickly. See?”

The manservant appeared once again and replaced the bottle.

Sebastian replenished his own glass and picked his fork back up. “Yes. Will is perfect for me in many ways, including the fact that he currently lives on another continent.” He frowned. “I don’t think one is supposed to appreciate their spouse being so far away. I mean, shouldn’t I want him lying next to me every night?” He gave Parker a smoldering look. “Then again, why would I need that when I have you?”

Not knowing how to respond, Parker concentrated on finishing his food, drinking another glass of champagne as he did so. His nerve endings were electrified by his master’s words and expression. His hole, aching still from the earlier mounting, spasmed around the reinserted plug and his dick pressed against its confines.

By the time dessert was presented, his libido was in overdrive and he wanted nothing more than to be alone with his Master, preferably in bed. That didn’t mean he wasn’t able to enjoy the crème brûlée placed in front of him. He forced himself to eat slowly, matching Sebastian’s lazy pace. There was nowhere to go until his master dictated it anyway.

Sebastian sighed as Beasley appeared to clear the table. “The perfect meal. Thank you, Beasley.” He downed the last of his champagne and stood.

When Sebastian offered him a hand, Parker did the same. His head swam a bit and he swayed into the man.

“Sorry, Master. I think I’m a little drunk.” He’d once consumed way too much beer while in high school, so he wasn’t naïve about the effects of alcohol.

Sebastian tapped him on the tip of his nose. “I certainly hope so. As long as we get enough water into you to avoid a hangover, it should make the rest of the evening more enjoyable.”

Parker leaned into his master’s embrace as they walked into the house. “Are you going to fuck me again?”

“Oh dear, I believe I’ve created a monster. No, I have something else in mind.”

Parker didn’t pay much attention to where they were going until Sebastian opened a door and brought them into a world of books. “Oh, the library.”

“Yes, the formal one. I thought you might like to see what’s here.”

Parker craned his neck as they walked farther into the room. Shelves on all four walls soared up to a molded ceiling from which two massive chandeliers hung. They lit up on their own, making Parker gasp.

“Motion sensors. What do you think?” Sebastian whirled him in a circle.

When Parker’s head cleared he said, “It’s fantastic. There must be thousands of books here.” Every shelf was crammed with them.

“There are.”

“How do you keep track of them?”

“Over here.” Sebastian led him to what looked like a really old writing desk with a sleek computer on it. “The family librarian has cataloged everything.”

Parker raised his eyebrows. “You have a librarian just for your family?”

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