Page 274 of The Protective Gryphen

Ian wanted that.

He wanted that desperately.

Gryphen was the best thing that had ever happened to him.

“It’s still what I want,” he whispered, as he squeezed him through the material. “I want the discipline, rules, and punishment. I want you.”

Gryphen wanted him too.

He moaned loudly, and he couldn’t help it. The death grip on his dick was so erotic.

Possessive.

“Good. Now, I want you to go back to the table and be obedient. Sit on that sore ass and know who will own you after we negotiate our contracts. When we get back to the castle, I have something planned, and then, we will discuss our agreement.”

“Yes, my Lord,” he said, as Gryphen set his wet dick free.

Gryphen yanked him roughly against him, and he whimpered in need as he kissed him with so much passion and desire.

The whole time, Ian shook.

When he broke the kiss, he forced him to look into his eyes.

“You’re mine in a few hours. Be ready for me. If you thought I was out of control last night, you’ve seen nothing. Tonight, I claim my prize.”

He opened the door, and when he walked through, he landed a slap on his cheek.

Oh, right on the tattoo.

And he loved that kiss of pain.

It made him crazy, and so did going back to the table wet from his own cum, hard, and desperate. Never let it be said that Gryphen didn’t know what he craved.

He did.

As he left, Gryphen stood there.

And smiled.

He was absolutely content now, and he only hoped he was giving Ian exactly what he needed. Ian told him in the car he needed a man to push him past his limits and into a world he never expected. Tonight, with the contract, he’d find out for sure.

What he did know was this...

His man made him insanely overheated. While he’d just cum, he could absolutely cum again.

Washing his hands, he gave him a few minutes to explain where they both were.

Then, he headed back.

As he walked toward the table, Ian was watching him, and the look on his face made his heart skip.

It was adoration.

Gryphen knew he’d never find this again. There sat the love of his life.

When he sat down, the men were curious.

“We thought you ran out on the tab, Laddie. You worried us,” he said.

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