Page 305 of The Protective Gryphen

“Hands to the back of your head,” he said, watching him move his bound hands.

When he did, Gryphen dropped the leather belt behind his back, and grabbed it.

With a tug down, it forced his arms back, and his torso bowed, offering up his nipples.

For punishment.

“You will not do things like this again, Mr. Patterson, or I will be forced to be angry. You signed a contract, and things like that are not acceptable. I am your mate. You come to me not another man to get HIM TO HELP YOU! Graham knows his place, and realizes that he crossed a line.”

He whimpered.

When he tried to move his arms, when Gryphen was biting his nipples, he couldn’t. He was trapped, and at his mercy.

“Please, My Lord. Fuck me,” Ian begged. “I need your cock,” he whispered. “I’ll do anything for it.”

He sucked a nipple into his mouth, tugging in it, and Ian screamed.

Then, he went to the other one, and he did the same thing, and he was involuntarily bucking in his lap.

Gryphen went back and forth.

“Oh, God. Please,” he whispered. “Please, My Lord. I need to cum!”

He was humping Gryphen’s body, so turned on by everything this man did to him. He had been right. It didn’t bother him that Graham saw that. He wanted everyone to know that he was Gryphen’s.

Was it embarrassing and erotic?

Yes.

God.

He loved it.

“Oh, Mr. Patterson, I’ve given you hickeys all over your nips. Oh, wait. Whose nips are they?” he asked.

“Yours. All of me is yours,” he whispered.

He began jerking him off, and Ian was moaning so loudly, as his arms were trapped behind his head, and his body was at Gryphen’s mercy.

“Oh, I do love owning you, Mr. Patterson. The fun we’re going to have,” he said. “Here’s another rule for you since you clearly need them. The necklace I gave you never gets lost or comes off. If it does, I will replace it with a lock, so everyone knows you need my cock.”

“Yes! Please! I need more,” he begged.

Gryphen swirled his tongue around his sore nipples, and the man whimpered.

The precum was dripping from his dick.

“I love seeing you like this,” he admitted. “There’s something so beautiful at watching the pleasure,” he offered.

When Ian opened his eyes, they were glazed.

“Torture them more,” he whispered. “I love the pleasure and pain.”

Gryphen gave him what he wanted.

When Ian couldn’t hold on anymore, he came again, shooting his load all over Gryphen’s chest.

“Oh, Mr. Patterson, I don’t believe I told you to paint my body with your cum. What are you going to do about it?” he asked when he opened his eyes.

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