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He hoped so.

“Rejection hurts,” Ian said. “It hurts worse when it’s your person.”

“Agreed. So let’s go as far as saying no, for either of us, isn’t allowed. If I see that you’re sick, I know not to go there. Other than that, we need that bond. That connection matters,” Gryphen admitted.

“Agreed.”

Ian flipped his paper over.

“Then, last but not least, I like sex. I like sex with you more than I’ve ever liked sex before in my whole life. I want to be your sex slave. I accept that you’re going to refer to me as that, and I wear that title with pride. I want to venture into this contract for sexual servitude because I’m madly in love with Lord Carter.”

He ran his thumb across his lower lip.

“Oh, Ian, that’s a precious gift. I’ll never abuse it, or you. If you willingly give yourself to me, I’ll treasure that gift for the rest of my life.”

He wasn’t done.

“I want you to push our limits. I want you to do things that might be embarrassing or risky but only if we’re safe. When I go into Mr. Patterson mode, I can’t say no to you. All my inhibitions are gone, so I need you to use my body wisely, and safely.”

That brought up a very important question.

“How far do you want me to go?” Gryphen asked. “Do you have any hard limits?”

“Well, since I gave you head in a shop, and that incredibly intimate bathroom encounter…I’m going to say I don’t know any limits.”

“Yet,” Gryphen said.

“Exactly, so I want you to do things that you crave, and things you think I will want. I trust you as Lord Carter, so if you need to make me step out of my comfort zone, as long as you’re protecting me, I’m good.”

He could do that.

“I agree to that. I’ll expand our sexual horizons and use the clues you give me. It’s how I knew you’d like being spanked. You joked about it. I’ll test the waters.”

“Yes, please.”

Gryphen was already thinking of so many things he wanted to do with this man, and he was going to dig deeper into his voyeuristic cravings.

Ian liked the risk of getting caught, and that was definitely going to be his focus.

“I was wrong. I do have more for my list,” Ian said, making note of it.

“Go ahead.”

He did.

“On top of everything I’ve already said, I want sex as much as possible, and I know that with your job you might have to travel, but when you’re not, I think once a day is the minimum. I like being jumped by you and just falling into bed. Orgasms matter, and I want plenty of them.”

“You’re so demanding,” he teased. “As the dominant in this contract, and since I’ll be owning you, I promise to make you cum multiple times a day. In fact, I promise to make you cum so much you beg to stop, and I won’t let you.”

Ian needed him to know the truth.

“You’ll own me, Gryphen. I’m being very serious. Once we sign this, it’s stronger to me than a wedding. That’s our marriage. The wedding just makes it official. I’m giving you me for the rest of my life.”

His body ached for Ian, but he had to get through this. The idea that this man was giving himself to him…

It was erotic.

“I want you to have a safe word.”

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