Page 204 of The Protective Gryphen

Turning him, he stared up into his eyes.

“We walked through that door together. This is the new us. This is our sex life, and I love it. If you need this, it’s my duty as your lover to give you this. I’ll give you this every day we’re together.”

He nodded.

“I want this. I need you to be like this in bed. This is what lives in me. I don’t know if it was always there, or if I was made into this with what happened, but it’s here, Gryphen. Please tell me that you’ll love me even now.”

“I love you even more,” he said, “because you’re trusting me with this. This is our new world, and you want the man that I really am. This is me, Ian. This is who I hide away because up to now, he was unlovable.”

Ian held nothing back.

“He’s mine, and I need him more than I need anything in the world.”

Well, then, it was done.

That was all Gryphen had to hear.

He was big on duty, and now, his duty was to this man and his pleasure.

“Tell me what you want, Mr. Patterson.”

He didn’t hesitate.

“Take me to your bed, my Lord, and make me yours,” he said.

With that, Gryphen stood up. Oh, he could tell the kink Ian wanted.

It looked like the suite was appropriately named.

To keep the kink going, and to go deeper into it, he tossed him over his shoulder, and walked toward the door.

Ian was bare and his ass was up in the air with the red hand marks from his spanking. Honestly, it was likely going to be even redder in a little bit. He liked him over his lap, getting his cheeks reddened.

“Let’s go to the Master’s suite,” he said, first, blowing out one of the candles to take with them.

“More wax, Mr. Patterson?” he asked, giving him the choice.

“Yes,” he whispered. “Please.”

Well, then, he’d light it up there. At the door, he began walking down the hall as if they were the only ones there. He could have taken a different route, but instead, he specifically went into the kitchen.

Why?

He had a prize over his shoulder, and Gryphen didn’t care who saw what he’d done.

When they entered the kitchen, Graham was leaning against the counter having a cup of tea.

When he saw them, his eyes went huge.

Ian was over his shoulder, he was coated in wax, his wrists tied behind his back, and Gryphen had a belt and candle in his one hand.

If that wasn’t all, his ass was wet and red like he’d been…spanked.

“Uh…”

When he realized they weren’t alone, Ian moaned, and Gryphen could feel his dick against his shoulder harden again, as he was ass up in the air, and the other man clearly knew what had gone on.

“Is there a reason why…you know what? I don’t think I need to know why you have the man trussed up like he’s about to be sacrificed.”

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