Page 290 of The Protective Gryphen

Ian declined it.

“No. Ownership has no limitations with me. As your sex slave, I am yours fully. As the owner, you will have to know when I’m pleased or displeased. I trust you to know where the line is because I have to believe you love me that much.”

Oh, he did.

“Okay, Ian. You have no way out. None.”

Ian was almost done.

“I know it’s a long list…”

He stopped him.

“Ian, it’s for the rest of our lives. It’s binding. Put whatever you want in it. Now’s the time. We aren’t renegotiating this ever.”

So, he did.

“We must always sleep together. So no fights where one of us sleeps on the couch, and the other is angry or sad. Unless one of us is away working, we spend the night together.”

Gryphen nodded.

“I agree to that. It’s one of my conditions. My sex slave sleeps with me. My husband sleeps with me. I don’t differentiate between them. You are your own person, but ultimately, Ian, I control things like this because you’ve asked me to do that for you, so you feel safe.”

He had.

“Agreed.”

Ian had one last one.

“And lastly, I offer you pleasure and my body with the promise that you’ll love me forever. No matter what if I get old, fat, broken, crazy, or can’t think. You’ll love me. You’ll always be mine. If we find out that I have HIV, you’ll love me until my body can’t fight anymore, and when I leave you for death, you’ll still love me.”

Tears filled Ian’s eyes.

“Oh, Baby,” he said, taking his face in his hands. “I promise. Nothing will ever make me stop loving you. I swear. You’re my ride or die to the end. I love you, Ian Patterson. If you have HIV, we’ll do this battle together.”

He leaned over and soothed him with a kiss. When he was done, he stared into his eyes.

“You good?” he asked.

Ian nodded.

“Are the conditions of my contract for ownership acceptable?” he asked.

Gryphen nodded.

“I agree to the conditions of your contract,” he said. “I’ll sign,” he stated, taking out his pen, and signing his name on the bottom.

When he did, Ian added his name and the date below it, and then handed him a manilla envelope that he found in the library desk.

“We’ll put these where they will be safe. It’s binding,” Gryphen said. “You’re halfway to being officially mine for the rest of our lives.”

And that was what he craved.

“Yes, my Lord,” Ian said, already desperate for this man. While he’d cum once in the pub, he wanted to get this done so the man could see the prize waiting for him.

The tattoo.

Gryphen knew he was up.

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