Page 299 of The Protective Gryphen

There was no doubt there.

“Service me, Mr. Patterson. After last night, surely you know what I expect of you,” he said.

Ian crawled, staying on his knees, and reached Gryphen. He could tell that the man was incredibly turned on by that action.

“Fuck, I need your mouth, Mr. Patterson. Make me cum, so I can take that ass of yours for the rest of the night.”

Sliding his hands up his thighs to reveal his prize, Ian started with his balls, playing with them with his mouth.

It was only right.

They came to the party first.

He sucked them into his mouth, and made Gryphen moan in pleasure. When he licked his thigh and nipped him, the man shook.

“Don’t be a cock tease, Mr. Patterson. That makes me want to put you over my knee.”

Oh, he wanted that in the worst way, so he kept teasing him, by getting his saliva on everything BUT his dick.

Gryphen’s erection was so hard, and Ian wanted that buried in him, but he had a gift to give him too.

It was clear Gryphen was getting frustrated, sexually. Cum dripped from the tip of his dick, and onto Ian’s neck.

“That’s it, Mr. Patterson. You think I’m playing, so let’s get this started. Drop your boxers and climb over my lap. I feel the need to pinken your cheeks.”

Gryphen sat on the edge of the bed.

He did as he asked, and when he climbed over his lap, he knew exactly when Gryphen saw the tattoo.

“Ian!” he whispered, reading the words.

‘My Lord Carter’s Property.’

He couldn’t believe his eyes.

“What did you do? How?” he asked, as Ian went back to kneeling in front of him.

“You gave me a gift, and I’m giving you the greatest gift I can give you. Me. I’m telling you that you own me, mind, body, and soul. That’s how much I love you.”

Oh, this was wild.

One of his conditions he’d written down earlier and erased was that Gryphen wanted to tattoo his name on Ian in the worst way, but he was afraid to even go there. The man’s skin was pristine, and he was inkless.

“How?” he asked.

Ian was honest.

“This morning, as you know, I didn’t sleep in. You were right. I was scheming, but you didn’t know the depth of it. The housekeeper’s boyfriend has a shop. Graham got him to come up to the bedroom, and he kept you busy while I got inked.”

Wait.

What?

“Ian.”

He stared into his eyes.

“Baby, that’s forever.”

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