Page 303 of The Protective Gryphen

He flipped him over, and braced his arms on the footboard, and then proceeded to use the wetness from the blowjob to lubricate his asshole.

“Oh, Mr. Patterson, you’ve pushed your luck, and now, you’re going to scream for me.”

Gryphen got behind him, and lifted his kilt. Then, he slipped into Ian’s ass.

Roughly.

“Oh, God,” Ian whispered as he was filled to the base, and he was trapped against the footboard for anyone to see if they came up the stairs.

When he slapped him on the ass, Ian gasped in pain, and begged.

“Please close the door,” he whispered. “I get too loud,” he added.

Gryphen didn’t believe he wanted him to. Plus, he wanted everyone to know who was his.

Ian.

“I want you to remember that I offered you a safe word, and you declined. So now, you’re stuck with trusting me.”

He knew he was right.

“You want an audience, Ian. You love being caught. I can see your dick, and it’s hard again. Plus, you conspired behind my back. This is punishment. Actions have consequences. You should have come to me and asked me to allow you to be marked! Now, you will not cum until I allow you!”

Ian moaned, and the whole time, Gryphen fucked him. He fucked him hard, and he didn’t care if the whole country knew.

When Ian was shouting, it wasn’t long before they heard the sound of footsteps on the stone outside the door.

When Graham appeared in the doorway, he got quite the sight.

Ian was bound to the footboard, Gryphen was behind him, and he was fucking him hard.

“Oh, shit,” he muttered. “I thought,” he said, flushing bright red as he watched the man he lusted after taking Ian.

From his bound position on the bed, Ian was so turned on that he couldn’t believe how his body felt. He was on the verge of cumming just from them being caught.

“Oh, God!” Ian whimpered, as Gryphen was driving his erection into that one spot, over and over again.

Because he had someone else to handle, Gryphen stopped fucking Ian, but kept himself buried in his ass.

He focused on the man.

“Oh, Mr. Lainey, it has been brought to my attention that you helped Mr. Patterson sneak a man into our room to see his bare ass for a tattoo,” he said, running his fingers over the ink.

Ian was flushed red, and couldn’t do anything about it, but his heavy breathing told Gryphen everything he needed to know.

He was wildly turned on.

When his hand crashed down on his ass, Ian’s body bucked in pleasure and pain.

Graham just stared and tried to put a sentence together. He’d been getting tea, and he heard the shouts from Ian. He thought something had happened.

Clearly it did.

He was trussed to the footboard, on his knees, and being fucked.

God.

He was the luckiest man alive.

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