Page 302 of The Protective Gryphen

And he fucking loved it.

He wanted more.

He loved that sting to his ass and that warmth it brought right after.

“What happens if you do, Mr. Patterson?” he asked.

“I’ll be punished by my Lord for breaking the rules, and I’ll deserve it!”

Yes, yes, he would.

He landed one more, and this time, it was the hardest of the blows, and it made Ian cum from the pleasure and pain alone.

As his body spasmed, he shot load after load of cum onto Gryphen’s lap. It was from the built-up desire he’d been forced to contain all day, and the spanking by his mate’s big hand.

For Gryphen, there was nothing sexier than watching Ian cum from that pleasure and pain.

But he wasn’t done.

Lifting him up, he laid him on the bed, and he bound his hands with a belt. Then, he attached it to the footboard.

“We are far from done, Mr. Patterson,” he said, walking over to the door and opening it.

Ian turned his head, and gasped.

His eyes went huge.

“Now, let’s make sure Graham hears you, since you thought conspiring behind my back was a good plan,” he said, stretching him out, so his whole body was one long, lean line.

And then, he began.

He started blowing him, gobbling dick like there was no tomorrow, and the whole time, Ian struggled.

Why?

He was loud in bed.

As he lifted his head, and kept stroking him, he smiled down into his face.

“My little voyeur, these are your windows. Until I can give you them, let me give you this.”

“Yes, my Lord!” he shouted, as Gryphen gave him what he wanted.

Indescribable pleasure and kink.

Ian wanted him to push him, and this was definitely that.

To keep torturing him, he went back to blowing him, knowing that Graham could come up to see what the shouting was about once it started.

And that made Ian cum again.

He shouted his name.

Well, his title.

“My Lord!” he begged.

But Gryphen wasn’t done.

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