Page 38 of Bound to Him

Parker held Sebastian’s hand as they looked down at their sleeping daughter. Her curly hair spread out across her pillow and her little bow mouth puffed out with every breath. “She was obviously exhausted if one story was enough to put her out.” He whispered more out of habit than any real concern Ava would wake. Once she was down, she was out for the night.

His husband rubbed his chin on Parker’s head. “She was the perfect excuse to move our guests along early. Someday, when she’s all grown up, she might appreciate the break she gave us.”

Sebastian had thrown a magnificent graduation party, populated with their friends and co-workers. It still astounded Parker how much his world had expanded. Not to mention the ease with which the Jamesons blended with the Endicotts. Gloria and James showed no sign of disapproval when interacting with his mother and sisters. He wasn’t sure if that was true sentiment or good acting. It didn’t matter anyway. His family felt welcome, and that was enough. Sebastian’s affection for them was obviously genuine. And the generosity the man had shown—giving Parker’s mother a made-up job that nevertheless suited her and came with a high salary and insisting on funding the girls’ education himself—simply confirmed that Parker had married the right man. A kind man. One who had made Parker’s dreams come true while wakening in him a profound love and a more exquisite pleasure that he hadn’t imagined was possible.

As they left Ava’s fairytale bedroom and entered her adjoining playroom, Parker leaned into Sebastian. “So, what about this present you’ve promised?”

Sebastian didn’t answer. He waved good night to Ava’s nanny, who stood in the doorway to her own room. She was one of the many debt slaves Sebastian’s new foundation had bought out of their trouble to give a new chance in life to without being owned. “She’s out like a light, Molly.”

The woman waved back and disappeared into her room.

It wasn’t until Sebastian was leading him down the hall that he said anything. “Have I mentioned what a greedy little slave you are? Good boys wait patiently until their masters decide what to tell them and show them and when.”

A thrill shot through him. “I guess I continue to be a bad slave, Master. I’m sure you’ll punish me appropriately.” He bit back a yelp when Sebastian released his hand to deliver a sharp smack to his bottom. The shock of the hit shot straight to his cock, as it always did. There was something about pain… He would have worried there was something wrong with him if Sebastian hadn’t been there to reassure him he was perfectly normal. They both were.

Sebastian grabbed his hand again and raised it to his lips. “I have a mind to wait until tomorrow to show you.”

“No, please!” Truly desperate to apologize, Parker clung to his husband’s arm. “I’m sorry, Master. Please give me my present tonight.” When he saw they were headed to the elevator, he couldn’t help adding, “Where are we going?” He’d assumed they would retire to their bedroom, where all manner of toys waited to be used.

Saying nothing, Sebastian led him into the elevator and pushed the button for the basement. Then he turned to Parker as he let go of his hand. “Strip.”

Parker didn’t hesitate to obey. As with most days, he hadn’t bothered with underwear. Within seconds, he held his shirt, pants, socks and shoes and stood naked as the doors opened.

Without saying another word, Sebastian walked out and turned in the direction of the storage rooms. Parker followed as he knew he was supposed to do, two steps behind his master, as he’d been trained to do. His cock strained against its cage and his hole spasmed around the base of his plug. This part of his daily life hadn’t changed. There was something delightfully wicked about sitting in class or meetings and having this secret part of him. He couldn’t imagine where they were going and why but he knew that whatever his master had planned for him, it was going to be a glorious way to end the day.

Sebastian stopped at the farthest door and stared intently at him as he flung it open.

Parker froze and gasped at what he saw. Whatever this room used to function as, it was now a dungeon. He stood at the threshold, taking in as much as he could in the dark, quivering with the desire to enter, yet knowing he had to wait for permission to do so.

Sebastin flipped the lights on, a low, golden glow that bathed the room. “You may go in. There is a cubby on the left for your clothing. Put them there and go stand in front of the St. Andrew’s cross.”

His legs shaking with excitement, Parker hurried to obey. On his journey, he took in as much as he could. It was a serious playroom, containing all the typical BDSM equipment—a padded sawhorse, a spanking bench, and a swing. There were shelves filled with all manner of crops, whips, plugs and clamps. So much populated the dungeon, he couldn’t manage to catalog all of it in his mind while he followed his master’s command. As with having a home gym, this playroom was the benefit of his husband’s wealth. Dungeons were hard to find and they hadn’t wanted to expose themselves to scrutiny by others, anyway. This permitted them to expand their play in privacy. Sebastian couldn’t have given him a more perfect gift.

Parker quickly stored his clothing and placed himself in front of the St. Andrew’s cross that stood at the back wall. He knew what this contraption was yet hadn’t ever seen one in person. Soon he would be tied to the dark, sleek wood. He’d be braced against it by red pads and held by restraints covered in silk. They would hold him in place without marking his skin. All the evidence of their sex play was hidden from the view of others, secrets that they hoarded to themselves. He stood still on the deep black carpet, back straight and hands clasped behind him as he waited for his master.

Sebastian approached at his usual leisurely pace, once more looking like a predator stalking his prey. Parker loved that look in his husband’s eyes. At some point, he had also stripped down to his boxer briefs, his large cock pressing against the soft material. The evidence of his arousal increased Parker’s. But the man’s dick was not the whole of it. The mere sight of Sebastian’s broad chest, sleek muscles and rigid abs blending into a tapered waist were enough to make Parker want to tackle him and lick his way over every hill and dale. Sometimes, as a treat for good behavior, his master allowed him to do so, gave himself over to Parker’s demands. They both preferred it this way, though—Sebastian leading the way with Parker eagerly following. Still, it was hard to wait for commands in the face of the alluring sight of his most masculine master. He did it to please his master and because his own discipline in doing so was arousing in and of itself.

Sebastian cupped Parker’s face with one hand. “I am so proud of you. If there is a man luckier than I on this whole planet, I would be surprised. What did I do to deserve a beautiful, intelligent and obedient boy such as you?”

Knowing it was a rhetorical question and basking in the compliment, Parker could only smile.

Sebastian ran a finger along Parker’s lips. “That was the praise, now comes the punishment.” He leaned closer to whisper. “I’m going to push you harder than I ever have. In the end, you may not be smiling. You know what to say if it becomes too much.”

Parker did know. He had his simple safeword. It was a point of pride that he’d never had to use it. He didn’t intend to now that they had a real dungeon at their disposal. That, too, was pride, but also trust in his master. Sebastian never pushed him beyond his limits.

He remained pliant as his master turned him and manacled him to the cross. The restraints were buckled tightly around his wrists and ankles. He still had his circulation but a quick and automatic test of his confinement proved he wasn’t able to wiggle free. The stretch of his arms and legs both in height and width was just short of being too uncomfortable. His master had tied him to their bed posts plenty of times while he was lying on his face or back. This was his first experience of being bound while standing up. It would be harder to endure, he assumed, and he was determined to succeed.

Sebastian’s warm breath tickled his neck. “This room is soundproof, so scream as much as you like, dear boy. No one inside or outside the house will hear you. It’s our own little world.”

There was liberation in that knowledge. Taking his punishment and pleasure with muted cries had been always necessary. Even before Ava’s arrival, he’d worried about Beasley or some other servant hearing what went on. He was too shy to cast off his reserve. This gift meant he didn’t have to hold back.

“Thank you, Master.”

Sebastian pushed the base of the plug. “You think this is a gift for you? In part, yes. But it’s mostly for me. I want to control every part of you. And while I do so want to hear you scream, dear boy, I’ve given this first time some thought. I’ve decided that I don’t want to hear any intelligible words from you myself while I mark your body.” He pressed again and toggled the toy so that it rubbed against Parker’s prostate before walking away.

Parker didn’t try to hold back the moan and he shuddered at this master’s implication. He’d only had his own restraint to hold back his cries and pleas before. Now, he assumed his master was going to take away his voice. There was freedom in that lack of choice and control. There was apprehension, as well. What was it going to be like to be forcibly muted?

When Sebastian returned, he walked in front of the cross to face Parker. He held up a dildo gag. “I have this impossible fantasy of fucking your face and your ass at the same time. This is as close as I can get. A ball gag just isn’t the same. I want your mouth open and stuffed. Not that this is as big as I am. I have others waiting for use that are longer and wider. We’ll graduate to them in good time. Open wide, dear boy.”

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