Page 273 of The Protective Gryphen

Before Ian realized what was happening, he was pulling it off of his waist.

“Oh, God,” he whispered, his body reacting to what he was seeing.

“Bend over, ass out, and get into position. This is for wandering away and not asking me permission. You wanted ownership, Mr. Patterson, and like I warned, make sure that’s what you want.”

Ian swallowed, and he was so hard.

“Until you cum, and you may not touch your dick.”

Ian knew he wouldn’t have to. He was so turned on, that this was going to make him cum.

“And you stay wet to think about what you’ve done.”

He nodded, wanting to beg for just this.

“Count.”

Gryphen landed the belt across his ass, making Ian jump. He’d not expected the sting of leather through the material of his pants.

“One,” he whispered, bracing his hands on the sink as his ass stung.

Another landed.

“Two,” he said, his body shaking.

Gryphen delivered another belt to his ass, and he watched Ian’s knees go weak.

This man made him want to go wild. What he wanted was to pull his pants down, and fuck him here, but he needed to wait.

After the contracts were signed.

“Three!”

When he landed another, Ian felt his balls tighten from watching Gryphen and feeling that kiss of leather.

“Four,” he whimpered. “Please. I’m going to cum,” he warned, his whole body electrified by this man.

Gryphen landed another lash of the belt, and that was all it took.

“Oh, God,” he moaned, as he came without Gryphen even touching him. It was the pleasure and pain, shoving him off the edge. “Five!”

Gryphen put his belt back on, and moved to stand behind Ian. He cupped his ass through his jeans.

“That’s also for wandering away from me and getting yourself in danger, again,” he said by his ear. “Is this the life you crave, Mr. Patterson? Is this what you want in your contract?” he whispered in his ear.

He nodded.

“Yes, my Lord,” he said, softly. “I don’t want it. I need it,” he admitted as he could feel that wetness in the front of his jeans.

His own cum soaked through his boxers.

His ass stung, and he was only grateful he didn’t pull his pants down. He would have seen the tattoo and taken him in there. Then, everyone would know because they got loud.

“Do you see what kind of sex slave I crave,” he whispered in his ear, as he grabbed his dick through his pants.

Ian’s lashes fluttered as he manhandled his still rock-hard dick.

“This is what I am like. This is the man I tucked away and hide deep. I will use you and fuck you when I want, but I will protect you like you’re precious. You’re going to be mine tonight, and I’ll never let anyone have what’s mine. It will be me until we die. Us. Forever. Once you sign that paper, you can never get away.”

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