Epilogue

“Parker Jameson Endicott.”

Sebastian balanced his daughter’s legs on his lap. “Look, Ava, it’s Daddy.”

“Yay!” The toddler clapped along with everyone else at the graduation as she watched one of her fathers walk across the stage to receive his diploma. Her sparkly pink nails flashed in the sunlight and her honey-gold curls bounced in their stylish ponytail. Gloria loved having a granddaughter to spoil and Ava loved being pampered by her grandmother’s stylist and manicurist. She was wearing a white dress with lots of flounces and shiny, black patent leather shoes. That part was all Sebastian’s doing. He couldn’t resist dressing his daughter like a princess. He was a total girl dad for sure.

Sebastian was more like his mother in that regard than he would have expected, and had given up trying to rein her in. He was simply happy that she’d welcomed the child into the family. Or, at least she was good at hiding her true feelings if she still harbored disappointment, and his father followed her lead. Ava was happy spending time with her grandparents and showed the same kind nature as Parker despite the spoiling. That was enough for now.

He watched his husband beaming with pride as he took his diploma and shook the college president’s hand in what was the culmination of four hard years of work. And starting next Monday, he would be returning to Endicott Global as a full-time employee. He’d already proved himself a valuable contributor and Sebastian had only one complaint—that he couldn’t play with his former slave during working hours. His office had become a place strictly for business. That meant he had to save his playing for home.

Ava strained in his hold. “Daddy!” She tried to wiggle down to go running after Parker, who was walking to retake his seat.

Sebastian held her more firmly at her waist. “Not yet, sweetheart. We have to wait until everyone else gets their reward.” That was how they had explained it to her, that Daddy—as opposed to Papa, who was Sebastian—was getting something fun after working hard.

“Here, let me take her.” Parker’s mother reached over from where she sat on his left and took hold of Ava. “Grammy has a picture book in her purse.”

Meg Jameson was the consummate New England grandmother. If Gloria provided the glitz, Meg provided the solid grounding of having ordinary fun. Beside her were the twins, who loved playing with their niece. There was no doubt about the sincerity of that side of the family. Meg and her daughters were genuinely happy about the marriage and reminded him frequently that they adored how a debt slavery had turned into a genuine love match. They’d welcomed him into their home, their traditions, and had showered him with the same love they showed Parker. It was a relief to know that no matter what, he and Parker had an emotional haven there for themselves and their daughter.

Sebastian was happy to pass Ava off for a while. The day had been one of excitement for a number of reasons and he was having a hard time being patient for the typical celebrations to be over so that he could begin the more intimate ones. Naturally, he was throwing a graduation party at their townhouse. His husband deserved all the celebration of his achievement as possible. Still, he couldn’t wait to have Parker all to himself and show him his graduation present. It had taken months of careful planning and skullduggery by both him and Beasley to have it ready for today in secret.

When the last of the diplomas had been handed out, Sebastian retook Ava and he, his parents, Meg and her daughters wound through the throng of families and friends all jockeying to get to their respective graduates. They found Parker shaking hands with his fellow classmates off to the side. Ava squealed when she caught sight of her daddy and wiggled to get down. Upon seeing her, Parker tucked his diploma under one arm, knelt on one knee and opened his arms wide. The moment Sebastian put Ava’s feet on the ground, she made a bee-line to his embrace. He lifted her into his arms and whirled her around. They traded smacking kisses.

“Do I get one?” Sebastian strolled up and didn’t bother for an answer. His boy always wanted him. The kiss was chaste given the surroundings, but he tried to convey with his gaze the promise for much more…later.

Parker grinned. “I can’t believe I did it.”

Sebastian shook his head. “I can. Everyone can. You were always destined to do well. I’m so proud of you, dear boy.”

There was nothing more that could be said because the others joined them. Meg and the girls lavished Parker with hugs and kisses of their own. Gloria and James stood apart, more reserved, as was their way. Sebastian had, with Parker’s help, stopped expecting them to change. At least they had managed, on the surface, to accept Parker into their lives. The arrival of Ava had helped, of course, but their thawing had started much earlier, once they’d understood Sebastian was resolute in his plans. Parker had started working full time at Endicott Global before entering college, as well, and he’d proved to them without even trying how smart and productive he was. And the company had only thrived under Sebastian’s happiness and partnership with his husband. Success always impressed James and Gloria more than anything else.

The real surprise had been how stubborn and insistent his obedient debt slave was as a free man. Parker hadn’t wavered in the expectations he’d declared that first glorious night when they had professed their love. Sebastian had wanted to wait until Parker was able to stand on his own two feet economically before cementing their relationship. He’d intended to court the boy in a romantic way, showing him how good they would be together with free will instead of being bound by a contract. Parker had had other ideas. He’d refused to move out to give himself more autonomy, insisting on remaining in Sebastian’s bed, continuing in his role as a slave. He’d been clear that if Sebastian wanted him out, he was going to have to change his mind about loving him and wanting to marry. Even for Parker’s own good, Sebastian couldn’t tell that lie. When it came to love, he turned out to be the submissive, obeying Parker’s command to follow through on what they both desired.

That was as far as the role reversal went, however. He was still Parker’s master when it came to play. He felt even more free to up their games, bringing in new toys to try. The fact that Parker was eager to do so purely of his own volition made the play that much more erotic. And Parker had felt safe enough to insist that Sebastian put a ring on it after a few months, again just as he’d said in Tuscany. Their marriage the summer before Parker started college had been an intimate ceremony up in Ogunquit. It had been the happiest day of his life, the contrast between his feelings then compared to the eve of his wedding to Will had been huge. He hadn’t needed validation that he’d made the right choice, but he’d had it anyway.

When Ava had come within a year of that, it had given him another happiest day. They’d formed the kind of family that proved marrying for love was the best path for anyone. Parker had said he wanted to work on baby number two before the fall and Sebastian was delighted to expand what they had. There didn’t seem to be any limits on how much love one could have. As Sebastian watched his family, he actually wondered if anyone could die from happiness. He, who had been born with the proverbial silver spoon in his mouth and had been fed with an actual one, couldn’t have imagined how amazing it was to have all of this. His love for his husband and his daughter nearly hurt in its intensity. The man who had lived for work and no-strings pleasure was unrecognizable to him now. And he had Parker to thank for it. He felt sorry for his parents and the Emersons and anyone else who had a life they’d settled for out of duty.

Parker looked over at him and beamed an expression of love himself. There was promise in his eyes, too, one that spoke of wicked things to come. The look was enough to break through Sebastian’s thoughts of love and appeal to his baser needs. His restraint cracked. His dick hardened, forcing him to place his folded hands in front of his fly. The grin Parker shot him confirmed his boy knew the effect he was having. Sebastian tried to telegraph that he would mete out the proper punishment later. Not that the threat acted as intended. Parker liked punishment. The boy was a true pain slut, as it happened. Sebastian couldn’t have been more delighted to learn that. It allowed him to explore his sadistic side free of any guilt.

The moment passed quickly, however. As with all occasions, the Endicott family photographer arrived to memorialize the event. The man was an efficient field marshal, grouping and posing them in various ways until every conceivable type of picture had been taken. Ava grew bored and cranky, so the grandparents and aunts conspired to take her home for the party. That left Sebastian and Parker as the last two soldiers at the photographer’s command.

As they stood with their arms around each other’s waists, smiling at the camera while Parker held up his diploma, Sebastian couldn’t help seeding the way for the night to come.

“After the party, dear boy. I have a special present for you.”

A shiver ran through Parker. “I can’t wait to see what you have in mind…Master.”

Sebastian’s cock jerked. He would never tire of being called that by this particular boy. “You’d best lower that diploma a bit more and to the left unless you want the pictures to show more than either of us intend.”

With a laugh that would be captured forever in a photo, Parker did as he was told.

* * * *

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.”

Parker didn’t hesitate to obey, parting his lips as wide as he could. Sebastian slid the silicone cock all the way to the hilt in one fast move. Having no time to adjust to the invasion, Parker gagged at first. He worked his tongue around the latex and swallowed convulsively as he tried to relax and accommodate the mouthful. Tears sprang to his eyes as he did so.

His master didn’t wait for him to get used to the gag. He simply buckled it behind his head and stepped back. “Excellent. Just as I pictured it.” He swiped away a tear on Parker’s cheek with his thumb. “And you’re crying already. How lovely. I could have incorporated this into our usual bedroom play years ago of course. But I wanted to save it for here. I’ve been planning on creating this dungeon for us for a long time.”

Sebastian left again and returned with a piece of red silk in one hand and a cock ring in the other. He pressed the cloth into one of Parker’s hands. “Hold this. Because I’ve taken away your voice, this will be your silent safeword. If you need me to stop, simply let go of it.” He brushed his lips against Parker’s cheek. “I really hope you don’t.”

Stepping back again, his master released Parker’s cock from its cage. It sprang up immediately, hard and needy, pre-cum pearling at the tip. Sebastian clasped it and squeezed. “I love seeing how aroused you are. Tonight, as part of your present, you get to come. But not until I’m ready for you to.” So saying, he wrapped the ring around the base of Parker’s shaft, trapping the blood in his dick and giving him no way to find release.

Aroused beyond measure now, Parker shuddered against the cross and tugged at the bounds. Staying still was impossible even now and they’d barely started. He pleaded fruitlessly with his eyes for his master to give him some relief as he bucked his hips. It had been a month since he’d last come. His master had become stingier with his orgasms.

Parker loved it.

Sebastian pinched one of Parker’s nipples hard enough to make him squeak. “Behave yourself or I’ll change my mind about letting you come.” He pinched again even harder. “I won’t clamp these tonight but know that I’ve bought new ones with weights. I’ve been told they are very painful. You’ll like that, though, won’t you boy? My little pain slut.” His expression as he said it conveyed his loving appreciation.

Parker swelled with pride and he struggled to obey his master’s order to remain still, swallowing hard around the dildo and clenching the plug repeatedly to give his energy somewhere less obvious to go.

His master stared at him with seeming approval before leaving. Parker tried to turn his head to see what the man was doing.

“Eyes forward!”

Parker whipped his head back into place, staring at the wall in front of him and realizing for the first time that it held a ceiling-to-floor mirror. He stared back at his reflection—the perfect image of a bound submissive. The sight alone would have caused him to come but for the ring squeezing it back.

Sebastian went behind him, stripped completely, aroused as much as Parker was. “I’m going to mark you from shoulders to ass. And not with a paddle. That’s fine for what it does, but we are an old married couple now and need to up our game to keep things interesting.”

Sebastian’s tone was casual, as if they were discussing some bit of business for the company instead of Parker’s imminent torture. Parker didn’t mind. He’d been urging Sebastian to do something like this for years now. It had been hard to get his husband to accept that Parker had stayed with him out of love and not merely gratitude. No matter what Sebastian had said or done, Parker could always sense him holding back, waiting for something. Since Ava’s birth, that feeling had faded. This dungeon was the final proof, though, that Sebastian truly believed that their marriage was a life-long loving one.

“We’ll start with something relatively benign. A suede flogger. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

Parker nodded enthusiastically.

Sebastian looked at him through the mirror’s reflection. “I don’t want you watching your own beating. If you can see when and where the strike is coming, it’s less fun for both of us. Do I need to blindfold you or will you be able to keep your eyes shut?”

Unable to speak, Parker slammed his eyelids down and nodded.

“Good boy.”

The praise and the trust his master was showing in him made Parker determined not to look, no matter the temptation.

Nothing happened for long seconds, a test perhaps of his resolve. A whooshing sound was all the warning got before strands hit his upper back. He grunted softly through the gag. The blow caused his skin to tingle, a more diffuse feeling than the smack of a hand or the paddle Sebastian had taken to using. It caused a delightful shimmer to run through his body. If this was the worst of his punishment, it would be very pleasurable. He knew that wouldn’t be the case. Sebastian never did anything by half measures.

The next blow was much like the first. Parker didn’t flinch, knowing what was coming even if he couldn’t see. That reaction didn’t last long, however. As Sebastian worked his way down to the middle of Parker’s back, then up to his shoulders again, the flogger started causing an uncomfortable amount of heat. The tingling turned into pain. With his eyes firmly shut, Parker tried to lean into the discomfort, focusing on the darkness to find that floaty space he’d discovered during rhythmic spanking. His master wouldn’t allow it, switching up the location and the intensity of each blow. Parker became alert, tensing as he tried to anticipate what part of his skin would be targeted and how hard. He whimpered and panted and struggled against his binding to avoid being hit. It was no use. He couldn’t move an inch. Still, he clenched the cloth in his fist even harder, worried he might drop it by mistake.

I can take this. I can please us both.

The flogging ended abruptly, giving Parker a chance to regain his composure and his breath as much as he could with the dildo blocking one airway. He swallowed around it, saliva pooling around his lips and dribbling past the corners. The reprieve was short lived. Sebastian returned.

“Open your eyes.” When Parker complied, his master held up a bamboo cane. “This, dear boy, is really going to hurt.”

Parker moaned, from fear and excitement. He knew that this form of punishment would test his resolve as no other and leave him marked. The mere thought of it caused his cock to pulse and his balls ached so badly, he truly thought they might burst.

“You’re excited by this, aren’t you?” Sebastian didn’t wait for a nod to answer him. Instead, he lifted Parker’s chin and swiped at the moisture on his cheeks and on his chin. “Your tears are so beautiful. Close your eyes again, darling.”

Parker obeyed, quivering with anticipation. The first strike was a lick of fire on his ass so acute, he screamed past the dildo. This was a pain unlike any other he’d experienced and he couldn’t hold back more tears and cries as a second one followed the first. The cane had to be abrading his flesh. Nothing this agonizing could not be damaging. It might even leave scars, permanent proof that he belonged to his husband and master. Far from scaring him, the thought of it firmed his determination to endure. He clenched his fingers around the cloth hard enough to hurt his palm.

Five strikes. A few minutes. That’s all his punishment was, even though it felt like a hundred delivered over hours. Sebastian put his hands on Parker’s shoulders and kissed the nape of his neck.

“Such a good boy. I couldn’t be prouder. You will get your reward, but only after I have my pleasure.”

Parker knew what to expect now. The plug came out and was replaced by the burning stretch of Sebastian driving his cock all the way in with one hard thrust and no lube. The fucking was furious, an assault designed to bring his master to climax as quickly as possible. Parker sucked on the gag in time to his master’s movements. The man dug his thumbs into the welts on Parker’s ass as he clutched at his waist for leverage. The bite of pain was both terrible and wonderful. The burning on his outside matched that of his inside. His master claimed all of him at once, tormenting him even as he drove him to greater heights of pleasure.

Sebastian came with a shout and slammed his body against Parker’s. The master’s dick swelled and released its cum, bathing and soothing Parker’s insides. Parker’s balls strained to empty, yet that boon had not yet been given. Instead, Sebastian stayed lodged in Parker’s ass, rubbing his hands up and down his chest, tweaking his nipples along the way.

“I’m going to fuck you some more and don’t want to trouble myself to mount you again.” He chuckled. “I’m sure you understand and would agree…if you could speak.” He wrapped his fingers around Parker’s neck. “Suck on it. Pretend it’s my dick.”

Parker obeyed, working his throat and tongue as if he really were sucking his master. As he did so, Sebastian’s cock stretched his channel once more as it hardened. That was the amazing thing about his master, he needed little time to recover.

Sebastian began to fuck him again. This time it was with slow and languid thrusts. Parker dropped his head back and was overjoyed when his master peppered his neck with kisses. Sebastian fixed his lips on one spot and sucked hard. At the same time, he picked up the pace, fucking Parker with faster, deeper thrusts. At the moment when his cock released once more, Sebastian unsnapped the cock ring.

Parker arched his back on a scream as he came. His whole body jerked, rattling his restraints, causing him to almost drop the cloth. He shook his head back and forth, trying to ride out the intensity of his orgasm. All the while, his master held him tightly, jerking Parker’s cock through the last of its climax.

* * * *

“Drink some more.” Sebastian steadied the water bottle at his boy’s lips as he held him in his arms on the sofa. He’d wrapped Parker in a soft fleece blanket as he came down from the high of being disciplined in the most extreme way they’d ever tried. The experience had been a great success, if one judged by how hard they had both come.

Parker turned his head away. “Hmm, I’m more sleepy than thirsty.” He wiggled his ass in a provocative way. “I’m going to be feeling this for a while. Good thing we have a couple of days to laze about the house.”

Sebastian drank some of the water himself before setting the bottle aside. “You’re forgetting about Sunday brunch at my parents.”

Parker groaned. “I’m not sure I can hide my…total contentment from them.”

Sebastian chuckled as he held his husband tighter. “Don’t worry, darling. I told them we wouldn’t be coming over, that you needed quiet time after the excitement of your graduation.”

“My master thinks of everything.”

“I do now. With you as my inspiration, my imagination runs wild these days and I have you and Ava to care for. My selfish ways are long over. Did you like your present?” he couldn’t resist asking.

“Is that a serious question or are you fishing for compliments?”

“Both.”

“It’s perfect. I know we talked about it, but I never thought we’d actually create this space just for us in the house.” Parker squirmed in order to face him. “I can’t wait to try out each and every thing you’ve put here. From what I can see, you haven’t missed a single piece of equipment or toy in the world of BDSM.” He strained to give him a quick kiss.

That wasn’t enough for Sebastian. There would never be such a concept when it came to this boy. Leaning down, he made proper work of it, slowly sliding their lips together before slipping his tongue inside. He could taste the remnants of the dildo. The reminder of how he’d dominated his husband caused his cock to stir.

He let go. “If I keep that up, I’m going to want to fuck you again.”

Parker flashed his eyes. “I won’t mind. And I’m your slave, after all. Who am I to complain?”

Despite the teasing tone, it reminded Sebastian of the shameful way their relationship had started. “I had no right to expect you to obey no matter what your wishes were. I’m sorry I treated you like a belonging instead of the lovely and equal person you are.”

Parker reached up to caress Sebastian’s cheek. “I’m not sorry. About any of it. Becoming your debt slave was the best thing that ever happened to me. And you were always a good master. If you hadn’t been, I never would have fallen in love with you.”

Overwhelmed with emotion, Sebastian gathered his husband in a tender hug. “When you look at me like that and say such things, it makes me wonder…who is the master here and who is the slave?”

There was a muffled giggle. “Does that mean I get to beat your ass now?”

He grabbed his boy’s bottom and squeezed hard enough to make him yelp. “There’s your answer, cheeky boy.”

On a sigh, Parker said, “Yes, Master.” Then he melted into Sebastian’s embrace in total surrender.