Page 308 of The Protective Gryphen

Heading his way, he moved to the chair. It was by the fire, and he got comfortable.

“Mr. Patterson, your Lord needs your mouth,” he said, as he watched him crawl. “Bring the belt,” he said. “If you liked my hand, you’ll love the belt,” he stated.

Ian moaned.

Oh, God.

They were going to kill each other.

When he reached him, he made him put his hands behind his back, and he used the belt, for now, to restrain him.

“I want you to pleasure me, Mr. Patterson. To make up for your sins, you’re going to show me how appreciative you are for my cock.”

Ian moaned.

“God. Yes. Please,” he whispered.

“You may begin, but you may not use your hands. Mouth only,” he said.

As he leaned back in that chair, he watched the man he loved, and he couldn’t feel more for him than he did now.

With his teeth, he moved his kilt, and revealed his dick.

“My Lord, your cock is magnificent,” he whispered, still clenching his asshole with the load of Gryphen’s cum.

“Worship it, Mr. Patterson.”

And he did.

He began blowing him, using only his mouth, and he slid his erection in and out, offering Gryphen so much pleasure.

“Oh, you’re good at head, my property. So very good at sucking cock.”

He whimpered, his erection back up again, and knowing that he would never be the same again. They’d set the parameters, and they were wild.

His head bobbed.

When Gryphen pushed his head down his dick, choking him on his erection, he enjoyed the view.

Ian couldn’t breathe.

“Mr. Patterson, what would have happened had that man been less than honorable, and decided to rape what was mine?” he asked.

Ian squirmed.

Gryphen was not small, and he was shoved all the way down his throat.

“I would have had to hurt him. You cannot be so careless. You no longer own your body, Mr. Patterson. I do. So, I need to teach you a lesson.”

Ian was fighting.

When he looked up at him tears filled his eyes. Oh, and not from crying.

His eyes watered from the lack of air.

“Mr. Patterson, you look gorgeous with my dick down your throat.”

He moaned.

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