Page 201 of The Protective Gryphen

Ian didn’t argue. Instead, he did what was asked of him.

As he handed Gryphen his plate, he filled his and sat down.

“Has your night been good?” Gryphen asked.

Ian laughed.

“I think we both know it has, my Lord.”

Gryphen lifted a brow.

“Someone is spicy after being fucked. I think I’ll have to teach you manners when we go to bed.”

Ian chewed on his bottom lip, as he fought getting harder. It was damn difficult when the man you craved was staring at your cock.

Longingly.

“Eat, Mr. Patterson,” he said. “You’re going to need the energy for what tonight is going to hold.”

He did as he was told.

Normally, Ian really disliked bossy men. He didn’t like being told what to do, or ordered about. Only, with this one, he found it erotic.

“Why do you sit so far away?” Gryphen asked, grabbing the arm of the chair, and dragging it to him.

Ian held on, as he was placed right beside Gryphen in front of the fire.

“Thank you, my Lord.”

Gryphen began eating, and he enjoyed watching Ian do the same. Oh, the food was cold, but they had fornicated and napped.

He didn’t want to waste a moment of tonight heating up a ham.

When Ian put his napkin on his lap, whether out of manners or modesty, Gryphen removed it.

Yeah, not on his watch.

“I like watching your dick, Mr. Patterson, so you aren’t to cover up.”

He just nodded.

Gryphen was curious.

“Am I making you uncomfortable?” he asked. Gryphen knew there was a fine line, and he had to be careful of it.

“Not uncomfortable.”

“Then, what?”

“I’m processing it.”

Gryphen poured them some water so they could hydrate, and make more cum.

Who was he kidding?

He wanted him ready to keep cumming for him all night.

“What is there to process?” Gryphen asked.

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