Page 191 of The Protective Gryphen

When he closed his eyes, that’s when he struck.

Gryphen grabbed one of the candle sticks, and turned it on its side. The hot wax dripped, coating his nipple.

Ian was caught off guard, and he gasped in pleasure and pain.

Sliding him toward him on the table, it was then that he slid his dick into his ass.

“Oh, fuck,” Ian shouted, as Gryphen painted his chest with the red candles, leaving wax all over his chest. At the same time, he began long, strong strokes into Ian’s ass.

“Oh, Mr. Patterson, you have a fine ass. I can’t wait to cum in it all night long.”

Ian couldn’t think. He was overwhelmed with the whole thing.

The fantasy.

How Gryphen didn’t break role.

Oh, and the hot wax.

No one in his whole life had ever made him feel like this. No one made him want this existence. Gryphen had found the real him.

“Tell me to fuck you,” he said, leaning over his trapped body. “Tell me to fuck you all I want,” he ordered.

Ian struggled to think.

The pleasure was so much to bear.

When he didn’t answer fast enough, Gryphen pulled out of his ass, pulled him up, stripped off his suit jacket and shirt, and then flipped him over so he was chest down on the table.

Then, he drove back into his ass, and fucked him like a wild animal.

Ian held on, his hands on the edge of the table as Gryphen pounded into him. The whole table shook, the candles swaying in their candle sticks as Gryphen showed him his power.

Ian’s dick was trapped against the table, and the rubbing was making him insane.

“ARRRGHHH!” Ian hissed, as Gryphen went so deep, he could feel his balls slapping against his ass. “My Lord!”

“Beg,” he said. “Tell me you want more.”

By God, he did.

“Please, my Lord, give me more. I need your cock. Fuck me until I can’t be fucked anymore!”

That was all he had to hear.

It riled him up.

Truth be told, Gryphen loved watching his engorged erection slipping between his perfect ass cheeks. He loved it sliding into him, filling him.

With the candle still in hand, he decorated his back with the wax, too, simply because he could.

Tonight, he could do anything.

“Oh, fuck!” Ian shouted, as he was taken roughly on the table by Gryphen.

The roughness brought so much pleasure.

“Oh, Mr. Patterson, I’m about to cum in your ass, and I don’t want to see a single drop come out, or the next fucking will be even harder. I will punish you.”

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