Page 301 of The Protective Gryphen

He shook his head.

“Mr. Patterson, who owns you?” he asked, wanting to give Ian the best sexual experience he could give him, so that meant launching right into it.

Was he really upset?

Not particularly, but the man wanted rules, so by God, he’d give them to him.

Tonight.

“You do, my Lord.”

“And did I give you permission to tattoo what is mine?” he asked.

He shook his head, his heart thumping in his chest so wildly, he was sure Gryphen could hear it.

“So now, Mr. Patterson, I must punish you, so you learn from these things. What won’t you be doing anymore?” he asked.

Ian’s dick throbbed.

Oh, God, he wanted him to punish him in the worst way, since he knew what that would be.

Fucking.

“I won’t be having strange men near me that you haven’t approved. It’s a rule.”

Yes, yes, it was.

“And will they see your bare ass, Mr. Patterson?” he asked.

Ian shook his head wildly.

“What do you think I should do to my sex slave since he was naked around another man, Mr. Patterson?”

Oh, he knew.

Ian knew what he craved.

“Punish me,” he whispered, wanting his hands on his body.

It was good they agreed.

“Get over my knee, Mr. Patterson. I’m about to show you who owns this body, and who gets to see it naked.”

He did, and before he was punished, he felt the kiss of Gryphen’s lips to the protected tattoo.

And then, he really felt the sting of his hand landing sharply on his ass.

He squirmed in his lap, and bucked with each landed slap. Oh, and Gryphen wasn’t playing. He was pinking his ass because he’d broken the rules.

“Will you ever be alone with a man in a bedroom again, after lying to me, Mr. Patterson?” he asked.

“NO!” he whispered, his balls tucking tightly into his body as the man he craved gave him so much pleasure.

As he was over his lap, the platinum chain dangled, the rectangle swinging with each buck of his body.

“Will you ever deceive me again, Mr. Patterson, thinking that being sneaky is a good thing?” he asked, landing another swat to his now pink ass.

“Oh, God! No! I swear,” he said, knowing he wouldn’t be sitting tomorrow.

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