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Chapter Seven

“Your reacquaintance with Williard seems to be going well.”

Sebastian turned his head to the left to answer his mother. Because it was raining, they were eating in the small, family dining room. It sat eight people instead of the forty that the formal dining room had capacity to hold. The table was still long enough that he had to crane his neck from left to right and back again when eating with just his parents. They always sat at either end and placed him in the middle. The experience was like watching a tennis match.

“I like him. He’s good company.” He said nothing more. His mother’s observation had an agenda, but he’d be damned if he made it easy for her to satisfy it.

His father joined in, forcing Sebastian to face him or risk being called out for rudeness. “We thought you’d hit it off. You have so much in common.”

Sebastian gave a tight smile. “Yes, we’re both of an age, rich and single.” He shrugged as he speared a piece of asparagus. “It’s surprising we haven’t eloped to Vegas already.”

His mother tsked. “Really, Sebastian, we’re only thinking of your future. You have responsibilities to your family legacy.”

“I am aware.” Sebastian tossed back some water to give his mouth something to do other than antagonize his parents. Putting the glass down, he leaped back into the conversation with as much restraint as he could manage. “Will is going back to London in a few weeks. Long distance relationships—which frankly I wouldn’t characterize my friendship with Will as—are difficult, even when one has a private plane at his disposal.”

His father sat back from his meal and picked up his Bloody Mary. “Plenty of couples live apart. He’s not over there permanently. His parents expect he’ll return here to take over completely within the next few years.” He drank deeply before continuing. “And you have your slave to…keep you company.”

Sebastian’s mother made a disapproving noise at the back of her throat.

“Come on, Gloria. There’s no reason we can’t speak frankly with our grown son.” Putting his glass down, his father placed his forearms onto the table and leaned toward Sebastian. “All I’m saying is that you can marry Will and not remain celibate. Sex with a slave doesn’t count as being unfaithful.”

“I’m not sure Will would see it that way. I’m not sure I would, come to it.” His appetite gone, Sebastian sat back and gestured toward one of the servers. “I’d like a beer, please.”

“Yes, sir.” The man took Sebastian’s plate away.

His father waved his hand. “Maybe Will would enjoy the…company of that boy, as well.”

“That’s it!” His mother stood from the table, forcing her husband and son to do the same out of ingrained social rules. “I’ll leave it to you boys to discuss these vulgar matters.” She glared at Sebastian. “I want a wedding and grandchildren. I don’t care what else you do. It’s not much to ask for, given that you’re already thirty-three. It’s time to settle down.” With that, she sailed out of the room as only Gloria Endicott could.

Sebastian and his father sat once more. Then the beer arrived. Sebastian took a good long pull of it. “So, Dad, you were saying that Will and I should share Parker. Do you mean one at a time, or are you picturing a three-way…” He gave him a pointed look over the rim of his glass.

His father sat back again. “You’re not going to chase me off the way you did your mother by being vulgar.”

“I wasn’t the one who brought this particular topic to the table.” He shifted so that his chair angled toward his father to give his neck a break. “Look, Dad. I get that it’s important to you that I marry and produce the next generation, but honest to God, this matchmaking stuff is too much. When the time is right, I’ll find my husband myself.”

“What exactly are you looking for, Sebastian? Some glorious love affair?”

Sebastian frowned, not sure how to answer that. “I suppose so. Isn’t that the goal in twenty-first century America—to marry someone you love? Isn’t that what the fight for marriage equality was all about?”

His father squirmed a bit. “You know your mother and I are fine with your being gay, and we’re glad you can get legally married. But life isn’t like one of those Hallmark movies. It’s enough for a couple to have similar backgrounds and to be with someone whose company you enjoy.” He tossed his head. “You have to be attracted to them, too, naturally.”

“In other words, I should settle for something like what you and Mom have?” He shook his head with a frown. “I think I want more than that.”

He was forming the idea in his mind as he spoke. The expectation of falling in love and getting married had always been there in the back of his head. Much like keeping an eye on the competition and making sure to always diversify one’s portfolio. It just was . Not a burning desire, though. That’s why he’d bought Parker, after all. He could get the sex he wanted without worrying about the emotional strings until he met the right guy to marry. He was pretty sure he’d know it when it happened.

Even as he thought it, he remembered what it was like to hold the boy as he’d wept over his family’s troubles and how he’d come to give himself to a strange man. It had been heartbreaking to feel the shudders and tears as Parker had cried himself to sleep. And there was nothing that said he had to offer such comfort to his slave, either. He could have banished Parker from his bed until he’d pulled himself together. He’d been so moved by it all that embracing the boy and providing a physical and emotional anchor had come to him naturally. His reaction was mystifying. He wasn’t in a relationship with Parker. It was a business arrangement, one he hoped Parker was enjoying. Not that it was necessary, but he thought his slave was a natural submissive and getting as much pleasure out of the games Sebastian played as he did. He thought that was the case. Then again, Parker had to submit to them even if he didn’t. He had no choice. Yet, wasn’t it a matter of human decency that Sebastian should succor him as much as use him?

Why am I suddenly questioning all of this?

His father continued to drone on about family, marriage and duty, but Sebastian wasn’t listening. Instead, his thoughts stayed on Parker. He wondered how the boy was enjoying his visit with his mother and sisters. They were no doubt having a more relaxed meal and the presents Parker would have been able to bring them with the cash Sebastian had gifted him were surely making them all very happy. The look of astonishment and gratitude on Parker’s face when he’d handed him the thousand dollars had made him feel like a giant. He did love being generous with family and friends. It was hard to slot the slave into either of those categories. It didn’t change the warm feeling inside him at simply reliving the moment. He wanted to do even more to make the boy happy.

Sebastian stood abruptly before he’d even finished the thought. “I’ll take all of this under advisement, Dad. Please say goodbye to Mom for me.”

He rushed past his father, who sputtered to say something at the rude departure, and was out of the door in seconds.

The rain had stopped and the sun was pushing its way past the clouds. If the change in weather held, his newly forming plans of how to spend the evening would come off with perfection. He hopped into his car and raced down the driveway. With the Sunday traffic being relatively light, he’d arrive home in time to give Beasley his orders on what to prepare for the dinner forming in his mind. Parker had promised to be home by five. That would give them time for a quick tumble because God, thoughts of his slave always made him achingly hard. Then they would have an extravagant meal al fresco on the patio in privacy before… Sebastian frowned to himself. He needed to come up with a delightful way to spend the evening that didn’t involve merely more sex. Well, something would come to him.

When he arrived home, he shouted for his manservant before he’d fully entered his home. “Beasley! I need you now.”

The man came out looking rather annoyed at the shrill demand and dressed down for the half day off. “Mr. Endicott, I wasn’t expecting you back so soon.”

Momentarily thrown by the sight of his fastidious servant in jeans and a T-shirt, Sebastian didn’t answer right away. “I can see that. You know, you should dress casually like that more often. It’s very flattering.”

Beasley’s nose went up a notch in the air. “Hardly, sir. It would not be appropriate for me to be less than proper or more enticing in this household.”

The man said it with such obviously staged hauteur that Sebastian couldn’t help laughing. “Well, then put on your glad rags because tonight’s dinner is going to be an extravagant affair.”

That cheered up Beasley. He liked being challenged in his job. “Are we having guests over?”

Sebastian bound for the stairs. “No, it’s just me and Parker.” He stopped midstride and turned. “I want to give him a special night. He’s been such a good boy that he deserves some pampering.”

Beasley somewhat surprised him by not getting his nose out of joint over laboring for a slave’s enjoyment. “He is a very nice young man, isn’t he? Polite, appreciative… tidy ,” he added with a pointed look at Sebastian. “I doubt a little spoiling will ruin his demeanor. What should I prepare?”

Sebastian continued on his way. “I’ll leave that up to you.”

“Very well,” Beasley called to Sebastian’s back.

Once in his bedroom, Sebastian stripped down to put on his gym clothes. He needed to work off the heavy brunch and the energy coursing through him. What to do? What to do? Beasley was taking care of the meal, but the question remained of how to make the rest of the evening something special. There was always a movie, of course. Sitting in a dark room without the pleasure of looking at his slave didn’t appeal all that much. He could take him to the game room, maybe teach him to play pool if he didn’t already know. And there were arcade games there, his secret weakness. Boys Parker’s age usually loved such things, too. That would still put too much distance between them.

The answer came to him as he tied the last of his laces. “Ah. The perfect thing.”’

He hoped so anyway, and he didn’t allow himself to question why pleasing his slave had become such a delightful goal.

* * * *

Parker was surprised how much his sadness at leaving his family at the end of such a wonderful visit dissipated as he entered Sebastian’s home with the key his master had trusted him with. He should have been tense and unhappy about returning to the place of his servitude. Yet, he wasn’t. If anything, he’d say he was feeling…anticipation and excitement. What will he do to me? In his short time as a slave, he’d experienced sex in so many ways, some amazing, some nearing torturous. All of it, however, left him aching for more. And because he wasn’t afraid or disgusted by the things Sebastian did to him, it had been easy to assure his mother and sisters that he was well and…happy, actually. He thought he’d done a good enough job of telling the truth that their worries and guilt were abated.

The gifts hadn’t hurt, either. Far from being bitter about Sebastian buying his family’s acceptance of his situation, he’d been thrilled to have such a large amount to give them. His master was a generous man. And a kind one. There was no arguing that point.

Assuming the man was in his sitting room—working, probably—and would want to use him right away, Parker hurried up.

Sebastian surprised him by not being at his desk. Instead, he was sitting up in bed, naked and reading his tablet. The moment Parker entered the room, Sebastian tossed aside the tablet, exposing his rampant cock. The mere sight of it caused Parker’s sphincter to clench the butt plug.

Sebastian was off the bed in a shot. “Come to me, dear boy.”

As soon as he was in reach, his master started tugging off his clothes with rough, hurried movements. He pulled Parker’s shirt off his head, then pushed him onto the bed to remove shoes, socks and finally, jeans and the underwear he’d allowed Parker to put on given that he was visiting his family while still caged and plugged.

“I’ve been thinking about this for hours.” Sebastian bent Parker’s legs before levering them up to pull out the plug. He replaced the silicone with his warm, silky dick, sliding in balls-deep in one long thrust.

The fucking was fast, hard and over in seconds. Sebastian threw back his head and gave a prolonged groan. He pumped a few more times before pulling out and letting go of Parker.

Sebastian grinned down at him with great satisfaction written across his face. “I needed that. Was it good for you?”

Parker caught the teasing tone. He pointed his finger at the cage, where his cock lay in frustration. This time, he hadn’t managed to come in the thing. “Not as much as I would have liked, Master.” It was surprising to realize he felt comfortable bantering with the man who owned him.

“Ah, well, perhaps we can rectify that later.” Sebastian gestured with one hand. “Come on. We need to shower and dress to go down for dinner.”

Parker pushed himself off the bed and stood with legs that were a little wobbly. It didn’t matter. His master held him steady as they went into the bathroom. “We’re eating in the theater room, Master?”

“No.”

“The dining room, then?” That hadn’t happened since his arrival. He hadn’t even gone into it, only glimpsed it through the open door. It seemed weird for them to eat there. “Do you have guests coming?”

“No. It’s just the two of us and we’re eating on the patio now that the weather has turned nice.” He slapped Parker on the ass. “Now, into the shower with you.”

* * * *

Parker sat where Sebastian led him, confused yet excited at the formality of how this night with his master was turning out. They were both dressed in button-down shirts, slacks and loafers, as if they were eating in a nice restaurant. The table on the patio was set with flawless white cloth and napkins. A lit candle sat in a hurricane lamp in the middle, surrounded by a ring of cut flowers. There was china and silver, nicer than the everyday dinnerware and cutlery. A tall, silver ice bucket was standing to one side, a bottle of what even Parker could tell was champagne nestled within. The way the table was set, it looked as if they were going to have more than one course for their meal.

“This is beautiful, Master.”

Sebastian smiled. “I’m glad you like it. Having a patio in this part of Boston is rare. I don’t take advantage of it nearly as much as I should.”

Beasley entered with a trolley containing a large terrine that matched the white plates with their subtle gold ring. The man lifted the top and ladled pea soup in each of their bowls, drizzling some kind of creamy white stuff over the top before adding crumbled pieces of bacon.

“Shall I open the Cristal, sir?”

“Please do.”

Parker watched with fascination as the servant opened the bottle of champagne. There was no burst of liquid shooting out the way he’d seen on television. There was a quiet pop, then Beasley filled first Sebatian’s flute, then Parker’s.

“Thank you, Beasley.” Sebastian lifted his glass. “I hope you enjoy this. Many people would argue that Dom Perignon is the best champagne but I prefer the taste of Cristal.”

Parker looked at his drink with a frown. “I’ve never had champagne of any kind. I don’t think I’m allowed to drink alcohol. I’m not twenty-one,” he added, as if the man who’d paid an enormous sum of money for him didn’t know his age already.

“Nonsense. This is a private home and if it’s legal for you to be a debt slave, it should be legal for you to drink.”

Parker figured Sebastian knew what he was talking about and it was true, the laws about debt slaves did seem to outweigh others that had been in place far longer. He took a tentative sip. The subtle flavor burst across his tongue and the liquid slid easily down his throat. Finding it pleasant, he drank more deeply before setting down his glass.

“What do you think?”

“I like it, Master.”

“Good. I’m sure you’ll like everything Beasley has prepared. Starting with this very refreshing soup.”

The sandwich he’d eaten at his mother’s house was long gone from his stomach. He found he was hungry and tucked into the soup with true gusto. It was delicious. No surprise there—Beasley was a great cook. Parker was glad that the dinner wasn’t going to be anything too exotic for his tastes, as well, if this first course was anything to go by.

“How was your visit?”

Surprised at the question, Parker looked at his master. “It was great, thank you. I gave them gift cards because I wasn’t sure what they’d want. They said to be sure to tell you how grateful they were.”

Sebastian seemed very pleased by that. “Excellent. It was my pleasure and the gift cards was a sensible idea. I always buy my mother something shiny from Tiffany’s for her birthday and Christmas. I have no idea if she likes any of it, but as she expects a tangible gift, I have to go with the safest choice.

Parker scraped the bottom of his bowl. “My mother would hate getting something from Tiffany’s. She’d be too afraid of losing it.”

He sat back and drank more of his champagne, acutely aware of the social and economic chasm between his family and his master’s.

“She sounds like a sensible woman. Ah, Beasley. The soup was excellent.”

“Thank you, sir.” Beasley removed the empty bowls and replaced them with plates of risotto with what looked like lobster. He also presented them with a side salad of arugula, upon which he shaved some parmesan before disappearing again.

Parker chased his champagne down with ice water before tucking into his main course. He was grateful that he recognized everything. That knowledge, along with the alcohol he’d consumed, made it easy for him to relax.

“How is your food?” Sebastian seemed to really care about the answer.

“It’s delicious, Master. Thank you.”

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 br?lée 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 na?ve 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?”

“Well, it’s not a full-time job, but yes.”

Parker chuckled. “You rich people really do lead different lives.” He put his hand to his lips. “Sorry, that just popped out. I didn’t mean anything disrespectful.”

“Dear boy, you needn’t worry about that.” Sebastian sat at the desk, keeping Parker by his side with an arm around his waist. “What would you like to read? We have first additions of just about everyone, if that interests you, although they have to be treated literally with kid gloves. Well, cloth ones, actually.”

“Oh, I don’t want to see anything valuable.” He searched his fuzzy brain but couldn’t come up with an answer. “Why don’t you pick something for me?”

“All right. I don’t need this thing to do that.” Sebastian led Parker to an overstuffed mahogany leather coach and plopped him down. “You stay here. I don’t think you’re steady enough for the ladder or the stairs.”

Parker let himself sink into the cushions and watched as Sebastian climbed to the second story by way of a circular staircase then went down the catwalk to pluck a couple of books. He returned and held them out. Parker took them both—one a book on economics and one was A Tale of Two Cities.

“Don’t worry. That’s not a first edition, merely one of my favorite stories.”

“I’ve never read it, but I know it’s a classic. Sad, too, isn’t it?”

“A lot of great works of fiction are. Now, see for yourself and spread your legs.”

Parker started obeying before he even realized it. He became absorbed by the book within seconds and almost missed how Sebastian was kneeling between his legs and reaching for his waistband.

“What are you doing, Master?” It was suddenly hard to speak as he felt the man’s fingers liberating his dick from his pants, then the cock ring.

“Shh. Read.”

Parker struggled to obey. It was nearly impossible to concentrate on the words in the book as his cock hardened in Sebastian’s grip. His breath quickened in anticipation of a hand job. He nearly jumped out of his skin when instead, his dick was sucked into Sebastian’s mouth.

Parker gasped at the intense pleasure. It was impossible to keep up the pretense of reading. He dropped his head on the back of the couch and closed his eyes. Sebastian only had to swallow around Parker’s cock a few times to make him come. He cried out as he doubled over, the fingers of one hand curled around the book and the others scratching at the leather seat.

Sebastian let him go and set him to rights before joining him on the couch. “Like that, did you?”

Parker could only nod as he let his master cuddle him close. When he got his breath back, he couldn’t help asking the obvious question. “Why did you do that? I mean it’s my job to bring you pleasure, not the other way around, isn’t it?”

Sebastian nuzzled the top of his head. “Do you think I don’t enjoy sucking cock?” He smacked his lips. “You taste delicious.” Plucking the book from Parker’s now-nerveless fingers, he added, “Let’s see what Mr. Dickens has to say. I hope I have enough breath left after feasting on your dick to read it out loud. God, but that man must have hated using punctuation to write such run-on sentences. A brilliant storyteller nevertheless.”

Parker let the sleepiness from the champagne and the orgasm take over him. He sat boneless against his master, listening to Sebastian’s deep, smooth voice. It really was the best of times and the worst of times because he was a slave who had fallen in love with his master.

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