Page 293 of The Protective Gryphen

“Yes. I want you to be pleased with me. I want you to look at me and enjoy the view. So, if you want to pick out my suit for the day we have a date night, have at it.”

Yep.

He loved this.

Before Gryphen could say more, Ian was curious.

“Can I add one to my list?” Ian asked.

“You can,” he said, “If we both agree to it.”

“That you spank me. You put me over your knee, and you spank me. I love it. It’s the best feeling in the world, and I love your hands on me, my Lord.”

He pointed.

“ADD IT. I agree to that. Hell! I’ll spank you right now,” he offered.

Ian laughed and wrote it on his contract.

“How often?” Gryphen asked. “Asking for a horny asshole who wants to pull your pants down and pinken your cheeks right now.”

Ian liked to be surprised.

“Whenever you want. I gave you full access to my body, and if you think I need a spanking…give me one. In fact, if we fight, and it was my fault, punish me. I like your kind of punishment. It’s not emotional abuse like you don’t talk to me for three days. It’s straightforward, and I like it.”

Oh, him too.

“Oh, holy fuck. I love my goddamn life. I don’t care about the past. I have a man who wants me to hover, and let’s me play with his ass however I want. I died. I have to be dead. Did Elizabeth get shot at and I actually died? Is this all a fantasy?” he asked.

He was amused.

“You’re alive. Later, you might not be because I am incredibly turned on right now, and I’m dying to be under you, my Lord.”

Gryphen wanted that too.

Desperately.

“What’s next?” Ian asked.

He read the next thing.

“There will be no fighting. Period. If we’re about to fight, we defer to my backup plan.”

“Which is?” Ian asked.

“Fucking or punishment. If you annoy me, I’m putting you over my knee, see your addendum to our contract. I figure, if I put you over my knee, we won’t be arguing anymore. It’ll solve it.”

“I agree,” Ian said.

Gryphen found his next one.

“I have down that once it’s signed, it’s for life. You can never leave me. There isn’t divorce. There’s only death. I’m very serious about this. I’m not going to lose you to anyone else. We’re it.”

“I agree to that. I don’t want out. I want in deeper. I want everything with you.”

He could see that.

“What do you have next?” Ian asked.

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