Page 192 of The Protective Gryphen

The idea of Gryphen punishing him drove the heat up in the room, and it made Ian’s dick weep with precum.

He craved that.

What did he have to do to make this his world?

His life?

If he asked him, would Gryphen make this their relationship?

Trapped on the table and being used, all he could do was moan, and when Gryphen roared in release, Ian felt that wet heat fill his bowels.

The explosion filled him, and he loved every second of it. There was nothing he craved more than this man’s cum. As he filled and claimed him, Ian was happy.

Then, as quickly as the fucking began, it ended.

So he didn’t displease the Lord, he squeezed down, trying to keep the man’s cum in his ass. When he heard a tsking sound, he knew he didn’t succeed.

Some definitely escaped.

“Oh, three drops escaped, Mr. Patterson, and now, I have to make an example of you,” he said. “Now, we punish you for what you’ve done.”

It was when he felt the slap of his own belt across his ass, that his whole body reacted.

He was going to cum again. If the man kept it up, he was absolutely going to lose it.

The slap of leather to his ass, the way he was delivering each blow…

Ian liked this game.

Probably too much.

There was no way he’d ever forget this for the rest of his life.

“Gryphen!” he shouted, using his name as he tried not to cum. Ian was doing everything in his power, but he was close.

Too close.

“I do believe you meant, MY LORD,” he said, another crack of the belt across his ass. “I might have to offer up another agreement, making you my permanent sex slave.”

And that was all he had to hear.

The idea turned him on, as the visual assaulted him. The mere idea of being this man’s sex slave in bed…

It was done.

“Cumming,” he hissed, as Gryphen flipped him over, found his dick, and swallowed him to the base.

Ian’s hands went into his hair, and he couldn’t help but still be turned on as the man he loved blew him through that orgasm. It was a mix of pleasure and pain, and he couldn’t think.

Laid out for the man on the pristine tablecloth, his body bucked on the table.

Oh, there was no doubt that he was a mess. He was covered in cum, wax, and perspiration.

Their sex was seldom clean, but they were definitely going for a record.

As Gryphen stepped back, he admired his body. He was still laying on the table, his legs hanging off as he tried to regroup from the fucking.

“And this is a meal I’ll not soon forget,” he admitted.

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