Chapter Nine
Chapter Nine
Thirty Minutes Earlier
While Ian Was Busy
Ravensmire
Eight P.M.
There wasn’t a minute to spare. Graham left the library, hoping Elizabeth could keep Ian busy, and on his way back to the Master’s Suite, he put a bottle of expensive wine on the counter with two glasses.
Everything was to Gryphen’s specifications, and now, he just had to get the man ready in under twenty minutes.
Hauling ass up the stairs, he knocked on the door, and he heard Gryphen inside.
“Hurry,” he said.
Going in, Graham knew this was going to be cutting it close.
“Out of your things,” he ordered, picking up the man’s shirt, and holding it in his hands.
Quickly, Gryphen began pulling off his jeans and t-shirt. When he was down to his underwear, Graham pointed.
“Drop them. Once you’re in the clothes, it’s harder to pull them off.”
He.
Was.
Horrified.
“I am not dropping my man britches. You are not staring at my junk.”
He sighed.
“Do you want to pull this off?” he asked. “Or stand here and argue about me seeing your dick? I have one. I know what it looks like, and we’re battling the clock, and a prosthetic.”
Shit.
He was right.
This little evening was something he wanted desperately for Ian. That meant swallowing his modesty. It wasn’t so much about a dude seeing his dick. He’d served. They had big showers.
Plenty of men saw his junk.
Only, this man wanted to see his junk, and the last thing he needed was Ian thinking it was intentional.
“Okay, but you absolutely, positively did not see my dick,” he said. “Ian will not be amused, and I want to keep him as my boyfriend.”
“If he dumps you, I’m free.”
He pointed.
“NO.”
It made Graham laugh.
“Okay, I didn’t see your dick. Anything else? Do I need to sign a contract?”
There was one thing.
“You’re going to ignore that I have an erection, because I have one, and it’s not for you.”
He snorted in amusement.
“You know, a nice Laddie would let me think it’s for me since I’m the ONLY one not getting any sex in this castle.”
“Absolutely not for you. It’s for Ian, and I’ll have to give you that thrill dressed.”
He laughed.
“Fine. Your erection isn’t for me, and I won’t think that it’s for me. Are we good?”
That should cover it.
“Drop them,” he said, going about to get his clothing laid out in the order he needed to pull this off.
When he turned, the Marine was standing there, and the only thing on his body was the prosthetic.
“Well, holy fuck.”
“Graham! You said you would ignore it.”
He loved busting his ass.
“I mean, in my defense, it’s not easy to ignore, and for the record, maybe I was talking about the artwork on your prosthetic. Did you ever think of that?”
He stared at him.
“Were you?”
“Hell, no. I was looking at the size of your dick.”
Gryphen crossed his arms over his chest. The whole conversation was so ridiculous.
“Are you done staring at it?” he asked.
“Nope,” he said, giving it another look. “Okay, now I am. Now I know why your man is screaming up here. I salute you, Soldier.”
He sighed.
“Come on.”
They stopped fooling around, and he helped Gryphen get into his shirt, lacing it up so it fit perfectly. Then wrapped the kilt around, securing it with the pins that he’d picked out.
Then, he had Gryphen sit, and he got down on his knees. When the man looked up, he knew it was coming.
“While I’m down here,” he said, wiggling his eyebrows.
“NO.”
“Damn, you Americans are so uptight with the sex. What’s a guy got to do to get laid in this castle?”
He absolutely was not uptight, and he was going to prove it in a little while, but with Ian.
Not someone else.
He didn’t bedhop, and he didn’t cheat.
“I hope you’re having fun busting my ass. Keep in mind, I’m vindictive, and I’ll get even at some point. It’ll be you who’s embarrassed.”
“I doubt that. I don’t get embarrassed easily,” he said.
Graham pulled the socks and shoes out, and helped Gryphen into them. Then, he secured the elastic to make sure the socks stayed in place.
Then, he placed the fly plaid over his shoulder, and attached the belt with the decorative tassel.
“Where’s the brooch?” he asked, so I can attach this.”
He picked up the box and handed it to Graham. When the man opened it, he saw the Victoria Cross.
As he stared at it, he touched it.
“I use mine for my brooch too,” he said.
When he looked up, Gryphen put his hand on his shoulder.
“Thank you for your service.”
He nodded.
“And you too, my friend.”
He helped him by pinning it to his fly plaid, and then got him just right.
When Gryphen stood, he looked in the mirror not far away, and he looked…
Scottish.
“You definitely look amazing in the kilt,” Graham said. “Ian is going to be impressed.”
He hoped so.
“We’re going to get married here,” he said, glancing over. “I hope when we do, you’ll still be here. I’d love if you could share our day with us.”
He smiled.
“I’ll be here.”
Gryphen knew how the man was feeling.
“I need a promise.”
Graham wasn’t sure what he was going to ask, but he didn’t mind making him a promise.
“Sure.”
“No matter what happens between now and the day Ian and I get married, you don’t give up, and you don’t quit.”
He stared into his eyes.
“I’m getting tired,” Graham finally said. “It’s been a long battle.”
Gryphen moved toward him.
“Promise me that you’ll be here on my wedding day. Promise me that you’ll wear your kilt and you’ll wear your cross.”
He didn’t speak.
Not at first.
Then, he finally did.
“Why are you asking me to do this?”
Gryphen explained.
“I know what you’re thinking. I’ve been on that doorstep trying to build the courage to walk through it and be done. I lived that like you’re living now. Do you think I don’t see the pain and the emptiness in your eyes? They mirrored mine. You have to keep fighting.”
Graham said nothing.
“He’s out there.”
He was honest.
“I found him, and I lost him. I’m meant to walk this road alone. I’ll never have what you have, Gryphen. I won’t get a second chance. I had love. Now, I don’t.”
He stood toe-to-toe with him, and then, he took off the Victoria Cross and took Graham’s hand.
“I’ll need you to be here on my wedding day to put this on me. Don’t let me down, Graham. Please.”
He closed his eyes.
“Okay, Gryphen. I’ll be here.”
Well, he bought him some time. Hopefully, things would change, and Graham would find that spark again. He was worried the man would do something that couldn’t be undone.
Like many soldiers.
“Too many take their life and it’s a mistake. Don’t make me come back for your funeral.”
“No one would be there.”
He put his hand on his shoulder.
“We’re brothers. You fought and I fought. I would be there. Don’t make Ian and me come here for that.”
He closed his hand around the Cross.
“We need to go downstairs.”
He stopped him.
“Promise me.”
He stared into his eyes.
“I promise I’ll be here for your wedding. That’s what I can give ya. Nothing more, and nothing less.”
He’d take it.
“Can we get you down there now? We have less than ten minutes, and then, I have to get back up here and talk Ian into formal wear.”
“We can.”
Out of the blue, he hugged the man.
When he did, at first he was tense, and then, he let the man hug him.
“You’ve got this. You’re strong.”
Graham didn’t believe he was, but that was neither here nor there.
“Thank you. I appreciate this,” he said, setting him free.
Graham composed himself.
“Just let me handle the rest. You be ready to play Lord of the manor, and I’ll get your man down there in dress attire.”
“Not his kilt.”
“Not his kilt,” he repeated.
Cleaning up, they tucked everything away and hustled down the stairs.
They had ten minutes.
“Do you want drinks?” he asked. “I got out some wine. I can get whiskey.”
He wanted just wine.
Since he was going to try alcohol tonight for the first time in a long time, he didn’t want to go too hard.
Drunk was good.
Hungover was bad.
“Wine works.”
Quickly, Graham grabbed the two bottles, since the table was already set with glasses.
“A spare, in case you really get thirsty.”
Oh, well, Gryphen was already there. He was desperate for his man.
Graham touched his lips and then pointed to the room beside the dining room.
Slowly, he slid the doors open, and Gryphen went in. When he did, he smiled.
“Oh, this is magnificent,” he whispered.
The whole place was a glow from the fireplace near the table. It was done in rich tones and gorgeous wood.
The table sat twenty, and it was adorned with food in warmers and candles.
This was more than he had hoped for to be honest. It looked like something from long ago where the Lord of the manor would dine.
“This is exactly right.”
They could hear Ian in the library next door, with the adjoining sliding pocket doors.
He was talking to Elizabeth in excited tones.
“I’ll bring him down, and you guys can get ready for your evening. I am retiring to the flat above the garage. I won’t be around, so feel free to christen all the rooms,” he said, whispering.
Oh, that was the plan.
“How many times do you get to woo your lover in a castle. Use it wisely,” he said, winking. “Enjoy your night, Lord Carter.”
Then, he gave him a slight bow, and headed out, closing the doors behind him.
Yeah, this would do.
This screamed seduction.
What he wanted was a little game with his man. He wanted him to feel special, adored, and…craved. This was about making Ian feel like he was so wanted a Lord would do anything to have him.
As he moved around the room, Gryphen fought the urge to eavesdrop, but instead opted to check out the food. He lifted the silver domes, and beneath was all kinds of food that smelled delicious.
He wasn’t sure how much they’d be eating, but he did know that if they did, it would be delicious.
As he saw his reflection in the mirror over the fireplace, he admired himself. Because of Ian, he felt good.
He felt alive.
When he headed over to the pocket doors, he listened in for the last part of the conversation.
Ian was crying.
But it sounded like a good kind of tears. Then, he was saying goodbye to Elizabeth.
Someone was happy.
That made Gryphen’s heart feel amazing. They were both lucky to have Elizabeth in their life.
It wasn’t long before he heard the library door open and close.
Gryphen held his breath.
After a minute, he carefully opened the doors. Setting the mood, he moved the couch, spread the thick, furry skin rugs on the floor, and lit some candles.
The curtains were open to the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the snow was still coming down.
This screamed seduction.
When the scene was set, he turned off the lights and closed the pocket doors.
Then, he went to stand in front of the fireplace for his lover’s arrival.
And their night of seduction to begin.
Little did he know it would be a night that changed everything.
* * * The Ravensmire Chronicles * * *
Mealtime
The Castle
Dining Room
As he was led to the door, Ian was in dress pants, a dress shirt that was open at the neck, and a suit jacket. Graham had insisted that he dress for dinner, and he wasn’t giving him an option.
He couldn’t imagine why so formal, but he definitely was curious as hell.
When Graham opened the dining room doors, what Ian saw shocked the hell out of him.
So much so, that he almost dropped his glass of wine. Okay, he did drop it, but Graham had quick reflexes and caught it.
Escorting him in, Graham announced his arrival.
“Lord Carter, your guest, Mr. Patterson, has arrived as per your request,” he said, his accent out, and a smile on his face.
When he handed Ian back his glass of wine, Graham placed another bottle on the table near Gryphen.
Ian just stared.
He couldn’t move, and he couldn’t think.
In all of his life, he’d never seen a more spectacular thing. Gryphen was in his kilt, and he looked…royal.
Holy shit.
This was something he would never unsee.
The man was absolutely gorgeous, and now, he understood why the formality.
In a kilt, he looked like a legitimate Scottish Lord, standing there with his tartan, and pristinely dressed.
Graham cleared his throat.
“Mr. Patterson, don’t keep the Lord waiting. Please move into the room.”
He did as he asked, but the whole time, he was focused on his man. He let his gaze run up his body, from the prosthetic that was visible in the kilt, to his narrow hips, and the wide span of his chest.
“Oh, sorry, My Lord,” he said, as he walked into the room.
As Gryphen stood in front of the fire, Ian could feel his body come alive.
This was his man.
And he was so goddamn hot that Ian wanted to crawl on his knees and thank whoever created this sexy specimen of masculinity.
Gryphen Carter was like nothing he’d ever seen before in his life.
Hell.
He wanted to get on his knees for this man and worship his body in any way he requested.
Someone wanted to serve the Lord.
That someone was him.
As Graham walked past Ian, who was gawking, he focused on Gryphen.
“My Lord, some wine?” he asked, picking up a gold rimmed crystal glass.
“Yes, Graham, please,” he said, enjoying the view. Never let it be said that Ian Patterson wasn’t handsome in a suit. He was in a dark one with a matching shirt, and his body was alluring.
His shirt was open at the neck, and he looked important in his gold watch, and shiny shoes.
He loved this man so much.
Gryphen only looked away long enough for Graham to hand him a glass.
“Here you go, My Lord,” he said, putting it on pretty thick.
Hey, who was he to criticize this?
If this was their kink, so be it.
“Unless there is anything else you need, My Lord, I will retire to my room.”
“Thank you, Graham. I have the rest of the evening under control.”
The man nodded.
“Mr. Patterson, I wish you a good night.”
Oh, and he was betting it was going to be a wild one. Gryphen had been aroused before, and it was clear that Ian was now turned on too. There was a flush moving up his neck.”
“Thank you, Graham.”
As he left, the doors were closed, and still, Ian couldn’t move. He was mesmerized.
Gryphen knew he needed to get the game started, and hopefully, Ian would understand and join him for this little interlude.
“Thank you for joining me for dinner,” Gryphen said. “I’m glad you accepted my invitation.”
He just blinked.
Oh, he was so hard right now, he was definitely pretty sure this ticked off all the fantasies he had about this man.
“Gryph,” he began.
Only, he stopped him.
“It’s Lord Carter, Sir. Now, may I suggest we have something to eat so we can discuss our agreement?”
Gryphen loved the way he was staring at him as he tried desperately to figure out what was going on.
This was a fantasy of his own.
When Ian would walk around the White House dressed like this, Gryphen would watch him. Even then, he was attracted to him.
He’d pick up a whiff of his cologne, or get close to him, and he’d think about how much he’d love to just touch him.
And now, he could.
It was in that moment that Gryphen realized something huge. He’d fallen for Ian back then. Those moments at the White House had been the beginning of what would be their romance.
Somehow, Ian found the words.
“Our agreement, Lord Carter?” he asked, his dick throbbing between his legs as he even called him that.
Jesus.
This man knew how to make a fantasy come to life. He’d never told him this was one of his, but Gryphen nailed it. He wanted to be used by this strong, powerful man.
With a wave of his hand, Ian moved closer, and put his glass down on the table.
“I’m sure you remember the agreement,” he stated. “It’s the one where you give yourself to me for my pleasure for one evening.”
Ian blinked.
Oh, holy fuck.
Gryphen was giving him a memory that he’d have forever. Who gets to have sex with a Lord in a castle in their life?
Apparently, him.
Sign him up.
Because he hesitated, Gryphen gave him an out.
“Have you changed your mind, Mr. Patterson?” he asked, picking up the wine and taking a sip. It coated his tongue and tickled his tastebuds.
Oh, this was a problem.
Ian looked delicious, the wine was readily available, and already, Gryphen wanted nothing more than to get drunk on both of them.
It was going to happen.
He could bet on it.
How did he know?
He was watching Ian, and his erection was straining against his dress pants. His man was aroused, and they were going to play out this game.
He’d bet on it.
“No, my Lord,” Ian said, wanting to give Gryphen the fantasy too.
His mind was made up.
He was all in.
“Our negotiations were clear. You have me for tonight, and one day in the future, I get to have you.”
The dimple in his chin appeared.
It appeared that they were on the same page, and Ian wanted to do this.
Then, it was done.
“I do believe that was the arrangement. May I make a toast to start off our evening together?” he asked.
“Yes, my Lord,” he said.
God.
Each time he said that, his dick got harder and harder, and now, he could feel the wetness from the precum.
He was so screwed.
Ian knew he’d have no control.
Picking up his glass of wine, he held it up to Gryphen, and the man made a toast.
“To our night of debauchery where you are mine,” he said. “And I do mean mine, Mr. Patterson, in every possible way. Once we begin, no will not be an option.”
Oh, holy hot.
Ian swallowed, and then clinked his glass off of his. They each took a sip, and then, Gryphen kept the role going to up the heat in the room.
What he wanted was Ian so wound up, that the man was dying to get off.
With him.
Moving, he pulled the domed lids from the food, and then handed him the dishes.
It was time to keep the Lord act up. He only hoped he could do just that.
“You may serve us. You may serve me since it will be one of only many acts tonight where you will be mine to command.”
God.
Ian actually wanted to push up his kilt and serve him right then and there. It was that bossiness, along with the promise of unbridled lusty sex with the Lord that got him all hard.
REALLY.
HARD.
“Do you understand, Mr. Patterson, what I’m saying?” he asked.
Ian nodded.
“Yes, my Lord,” he said, barely able to get the words out. The way Gryphen was staring at him made his whole body quake.
Never in a million years did he expect this.
Because he didn’t want the fantasy to ever end, Ian did what Gryphen wanted.
He put food on both of their plates, serving Gryphen first. When Gryphen sat, his back to the fire at the head of the table, there was no doubt that if he lived a previous life, he would have been just as powerful then too.
This man just oozed virility and masculinity.
“I would like you to sit near me, Mr. Patterson. I enjoy the scent of your cologne. I can’t wait to smell it on my skin later,” he said.
Well, if that was what he wanted, Ian was giving it to him. He was so invested in this, he’d give him anything.
ANYTHING.
A part of him was sad.
Sad that this was only a one night thing. There was something about Gryphen being dominant and bossy that got him so wild.
To be close to Gryphen, Ian pulled out the chair and waited.
“This one, my Lord?” he asked.
Gryphen stood, and Ian swore he felt bigger than normal. He swore the man was even more imposing, and he wanted to kneel.
Ian wanted to stare up at him from his knees and worship this man and his cock.
As he put his hand on Ian’s on the back of the chair, he stared into his eyes.
“Yes, Mr. Patterson.”
When Ian sat, Gryphen slid it in, and then went back to his chair. The whole time, Ian was ready to explode.
What he wanted to scream was how desperately he wanted to go back to a time where this was real, and live that life with Gryphen.
He wanted this every day.
Gryphen sat, and he glanced over.
“You appear to have something on your mind,” he said. “Speak your mind, Mr. Patterson. I hope you’re not having second thoughts about our night together.”
Oh, fuck no.
They were having their night.
Ian played along because he loved this.
He loved this so much.
“I was only thinking that my Lord looks gorgeous in his kilt,” Ian said, wanting Gryphen to know that he nailed it. The man was so hot, he could melt the walls.
Gryphen smiled.
This was absolutely perfection, and Gryphen was struggling with the meal part of this.
He wasn’t hungry for ham.
He wanted Ian.
“Thank you, Mr. Patterson. I’d like you to know that you look very handsome in your suit. I can’t wait to see it on my bedroom floor. Then, it won’t be so neat or tidy. I’m sure there will be wrinkles and copious amounts of cum on it.”
Ian swallowed.
Holy fuck.
Tonight was going to be wild.
“Yes, my Lord,” he said. “As I’m yours for the night, if that’s what makes you happy…”
Oh, it would make him very happy to rip the clothes off of him and mount him right here on the table.
The wine was heating his blood, and Gryphen knew he was going to be beyond horny.
He was about to be insatiable.
And Ian was the reason. Who knew that this little fantasy would make him feel like this?
As they ate, Ian was acutely aware that Gryphen was watching him. His eyes tracked all of his movements like he was prey.
And he loved it.
Honestly, he didn’t want to eat.
Well, not food.
He wanted Gryphen in the worst way.
“Are you not hungry?” Gryphen asked Ian, knowing exactly why he wasn’t eating. He was anticipating what was to come just like him.
“I’m thinking about our agreement.”
“What about it?” he asked.
“Why me?”
Gryphen drained his glass of wine, and poured more as he thought out his next move. When he refilled Ian’s glass, Ian looked down and saw his prosthetic leg, and it sent chills through his body.
Here was his warrior.
With his prosthetic leg, he looked strong, powerful, and it was a constant reminder of exactly what kind of man he was.
A hero.
“Because I wanted you. I enjoyed watching you in your suit all of those times, and I couldn’t have you. You were just out of my reach. Now, you’re not.”
He knew he meant the White House.
God.
Ian wished he was the kind of man who hadn’t been so damn self-absorbed. He wished he had been more open to seeing what had been right before him.
Gryphen.
Had he been a better person, he could have been with Gryphen well before now.
“Only, then, you were unobtainable, Mr. Patterson, even though I wanted you then too. I would watch you and dream about a moment where I could trap you in a closet and touch you,” he admitted, and it was all true.
Ian swallowed.
“My Lord,” he whispered as he was feeling feverish and desperate.
Only, Gryphen wasn’t done.
“Now, you’re trapped with me in a castle, during a snowstorm, and I get to do anything I want with you because for tonight, your body is mine.”
Jesus.
What Ian wanted to say was that his body was his forever. He never wanted a moment where Gryphen didn’t have access to him.
Ian would do anything to be with him.
ANYTHING.
“Since you’re not hungry, then maybe we should start our arrangement. Come here, Mr. Patterson,” he said, his voice thick with lust.
Ian didn’t hesitate.
He got up, and moved toward him, unsure what he’d planned. Oh, he knew it would be spectacular.
Call it a hunch.
“On your knees, Mr. Patterson, and pleasure me with your mouth,” he said, staring into his eyes. “We’ll start with you sucking my cock.”
Ian’s heart raced.
“My Lord.”
He stared at him with an emotionless look, and it made Ian go to his knees before him. Once there, he put his hands on his kilt covered thighs, and this was going to be the highlight of his sexual experiences.
How the man knew this was what he craved?
Ian didn’t know.
But he did.
God.
He wanted this more than anything.
Ian would never forget the night Gryphen used him, and they shared something so amazing.
“I hope you’re as good as I think you’re going to be,” he said.
“I promise to please you, my Lord,” he said, sliding his hands up Gryphen’s thighs, taking the Marine blue kilt with them. As they revealed his legs, eventually, it revealed something even more.
And this was why Scottish men went commando under their kilts.
Easy access.
As he saw his erection, a little gasp escaped him. Gryphen was three days past hard. It appeared their little game of cat and mouse, plus the alcohol, was going to equal one thing.
A night of insane pleasure.
“My Lord,” he said, looking up at him.
“Mr. Patterson, make me cum. Since food didn’t fill your belly, my cum will.”
Ian went harder than he’d ever been in his life at the game they were playing.
With need, he touched Gryphen’s erection, and it bobbed.
There was precum on the tip, and instead of just blowing him, Ian gave him what he needed.
What he wanted.
The chase.
With the tip of his tongue, he slid it through the bead of precum, swirling it around.
Gryphen moaned.
“Yes,” he whispered. “Exactly like that, Mr. Patterson. Show me what you hide beneath that suit. Show me what is mine for the whole night.”
That was the plan.
Lustily, Ian slipped his lips over the tip, and began sliding him down his throat, lubricating the Lord’s cock with his saliva.
And as Gryphen’s thighs shook, Ian serviced the Lord of the castle.
In the back of his mind, he was thinking about Duncan and his reign here. Was it the same? Did he have Ceit doing the same thing?
Focusing on Gryphen, he blew him, bobbing his head up and down, not missing a single spot on his dick. When he looked up, Gryphen was having more wine, and watching him with that look of pure masculine satisfaction.
It was deliciously wicked, and Ian wanted to see him like this all of the time. He never wanted this game to end.
When he put down his glass, his hand went into Ian’s hair, and he controlled the depth of the blowjob. He also controlled the speed.
Ian was at his mercy, his hand in his hair, and his dick down his throat. What he wanted to do was start jerking off, but he’d wait.
He had a feeling that he was going to cum plenty of times before the Lord was done with him.
In his mind, he pictured him taking Gryphen’s magnificent cock the whole night, and he only prayed he’d be right.
The wine would fuel that fire and make him insatiable. Ian wanted to be fucked like he’d never been fucked before.
By only this man.
Lord Carter.
As Gryphen choked him with his erection, Ian’s eyes watered, and he struggled to take him deeper.
“More, Mr. Patterson,” he said. “I need more. Tonight, all of you is mine. Every part of your body is made to please me. I won’t rest until every one of your holes has been stuffed with my dick and filled with my hot cum.”
He gagged, and then, he couldn’t breathe.
His hands were on his thighs, and they tightened in the material of the kilt. When he ran out of air, and began struggling, there was that purely masculine curl to Gryphen’s lip as he did just that.
It was clear, that was what stoked the fire in the Lord. He wanted prey.
“Surely you’ve choked on cock before,” he said, pushing his head deeper.
As he fought, he realized how strong Gryphen really was, since he wasn’t budging his head no matter how hard he pushed against him.
Still, he wasn’t scared.
He was aroused by this man’s strength.
It was the scent of his body, the bodywash and the musk of aroused man that turned him on even more.
As his eyelashes fluttered, and he believed he was going to pass out, the pressure was relieved, and he was able to breathe.
“Blow me, Mr. Patterson. The fucking part of our evening is fast approaching, and when I drink, I fuck like a beast. I cum even more when I’m wild.”
Oh, Jesus.
Ian wanted him to keep drinking. He was hella curious at what the man had in store for him.
From his knees on the floor, Ian obeyed.
He obediently took the man’s cock deep, and gave him all he had.
All that mattered to him now was pleasing Lord Carter with his mouth.
He blew him, getting him very wet. If he was about to be fucked, he knew they needed lubrication.
As Gryphen dropped his head back, his balls tightened, and he started cumming. With his hand on the back of Ian’s head, he made him swallow all of him.
“All of it,” he muttered, watching him gulp mouthfuls of cum, and then suck on the tip of his dick to make sure he missed not a single drop.
It was incredibly erotic to watch him pleasuring him.
From his knees, Ian was dizzy with lust, and need. He was woozy from the lack of oxygen, and he’d never wanted anything more in his life than this man.
As he lifted his head, Gryphen pulled him to his feet, and stared into his eyes.
“Can I do anything I wish?” he asked. “Or do you have boundaries?”
With him?
Hell.
No.
“You may do anything you wish, my Lord, as per our agreement. My body is yours all night tonight. I give myself to you willingly.”
It made Gryphen’s dick stand up again, pointing through the kilt’s material, proving that the Lord was randy.
Gryphen poured more wine, the first bottle gone, and the second was begun.
“Drink, Mr. Patterson. You’re going to need it.”
Ian kicked back the whole glass, and Gryphen did the same. As he put his glass down, Gryphen slid the food away, and yanked Ian toward him.
He gasped.
It was when his ass was dropped to the table, and Gryphen undid his belt and fly that he knew what was coming.
Laying back on the table, he was in Gryphen’s control. The bigger man yanked off his pants and ran his hand over the bump in his underwear.
Ian whimpered in need.
There was something about Ian’s fancy man’s underwear. They always got him riled up.
When he rubbed his erection through the material, he stared into Ian’s eyes.
“I am not disappointed,” he said. “Tonight will be memorable. I can’t wait to spend hours making you cum, Mr. Patterson. You’re about to see exactly what I’m like when you give yourself to me.”
Then, without another word, he tore them from his body, using his strength. Ian moaned, as he was roughly grabbed, and stroked.
The material was tossed away, and Ian was bared to Lord Carter.
As Gryphen sat down in his chair, he slid it into position, so he was facing Ian’s balls, and ass. Stroking his dick, he began playing with his balls by using his mouth.
Ian stared at the ceiling and moaned, as his body was assaulted with the warmth of his tongue. When one of his balls was sucked into Gryphen’s mouth, his body bucked.
“My Lord,” he whispered. “Please.”
He set his ball free.
“Oh, we’ve yet to begin, Mr. Patterson. We have a wild night ahead of us. I have hours to make you scream my name, and cum.”
As he stroked him, his balls tucked up into his sack, giving Gryphen access to his ass. That’s when he felt the warmth of his tongue, rimming him.
Between the hand job, and the rimming, Ian was shaking.
It was the fantasy, the role-playing, and the desperation to find a way to make this his life.
He wanted this version of Gryphen.
EVERY.
SINGLE.
DAY.
“My Lord!” he shouted, as Gryphen penetrated him with his tongue.
As his body bucked, he loved making Ian quiver in anticipation.
Oh, and he wasn’t done.
When he left love bites on his thighs, he clued the man into what would be happening.
“I plan on marking you so everyone knows how you spent your night. Now, tell me to do it, Mr. Patterson. Tell me to put my marks on your body.”
He was fighting the urge to cum.
His balls ached, and the bites to his flesh made him want to explode.
“My Lord, my body is yours. Please mark me up so everyone knows I’ve spent the night with you,” he said, obediently.
So, he did.
As he roughly jerked him off, he spread his thighs further apart, and left those delicious marks.
“Oh, God,” Ian whispered, as his body was quickly tumbling out of control.
Gryphen stood, and he let the tip of his own dick rub against Ian’s asshole, and he relaxed, as if thinking he was going to be fucked.
Oh, he would, but not quite yet.
“My Lord, I’m going to cum,” he whispered. “Please! I’m about to cum,” he said.
Gryphen took him in his mouth, and he began sucking as he stroked him, jacking him off. Then, as he began exploding, he moved his mouth, and let Ian cum all over himself.
“Oh, Mr. Paterson, you made a mess on my fine table,” he said, as Ian opened his eyes. “That doesn’t seem very polite,” he stated, ripping open his dress shirt.
Ian moaned at the sound of the rendering material.
“I think I like you with far less clothing on,” Gryphen stated, running his hand down Ian’s chest. At his nipples, the man moved, and Gryphen knew where he needed to play next.
It was time.
“Its time to make you messy,” he said, taking his first nipple in his mouth and biting it. Oh, men’s nipples might be small, but they were pleasure overload when played with a specific way.
As he bit him, Ian bucked.
He couldn’t get enough. This man made him want to beg to be used in every conceivable way he could come up with.
“My Lord,” he said, as his dick stiffened again with just the bites to his nipples. “Please,” he whispered.
When he closed his eyes, that’s when he struck.
Gryphen grabbed one of the candle sticks, and turned it on its side. The hot wax dripped, coating his nipple.
Ian was caught off guard, and he gasped in pleasure and pain.
Sliding him toward him on the table, it was then that he slid his dick into his ass.
“Oh, fuck,” Ian shouted, as Gryphen painted his chest with the red candles, leaving wax all over his chest. At the same time, he began long, strong strokes into Ian’s ass.
“Oh, Mr. Patterson, you have a fine ass. I can’t wait to cum in it all night long.”
Ian couldn’t think. He was overwhelmed with the whole thing.
The fantasy.
How Gryphen didn’t break role.
Oh, and the hot wax.
No one in his whole life had ever made him feel like this. No one made him want this existence. Gryphen had found the real him.
“Tell me to fuck you,” he said, leaning over his trapped body. “Tell me to fuck you all I want,” he ordered.
Ian struggled to think.
The pleasure was so much to bear.
When he didn’t answer fast enough, Gryphen pulled out of his ass, pulled him up, stripped off his suit jacket and shirt, and then flipped him over so he was chest down on the table.
Then, he drove back into his ass, and fucked him like a wild animal.
Ian held on, his hands on the edge of the table as Gryphen pounded into him. The whole table shook, the candles swaying in their candle sticks as Gryphen showed him his power.
Ian’s dick was trapped against the table, and the rubbing was making him insane.
“ARRRGHHH!”Ian hissed, as Gryphen went so deep, he could feel his balls slapping against his ass. “My Lord!”
“Beg,” he said. “Tell me you want more.”
By God, he did.
“Please, my Lord, give me more. I need your cock. Fuck me until I can’t be fucked anymore!”
That was all he had to hear.
It riled him up.
Truth be told, Gryphen loved watching his engorged erection slipping between his perfect ass cheeks. He loved it sliding into him, filling him.
With the candle still in hand, he decorated his back with the wax, too, simply because he could.
Tonight, he could do anything.
“Oh, fuck!” Ian shouted, as he was taken roughly on the table by Gryphen.
The roughness brought so much pleasure.
“Oh, Mr. Patterson, I’m about to cum in your ass, and I don’t want to see a single drop come out, or the next fucking will be even harder. I will punish you.”
The idea of Gryphen punishing him drove the heat up in the room, and it made Ian’s dick weep with precum.
He craved that.
What did he have to do to make this his world?
His life?
If he asked him, would Gryphen make this their relationship?
Trapped on the table and being used, all he could do was moan, and when Gryphen roared in release, Ian felt that wet heat fill his bowels.
The explosion filled him, and he loved every second of it. There was nothing he craved more than this man’s cum. As he filled and claimed him, Ian was happy.
Then, as quickly as the fucking began, it ended.
So he didn’t displease the Lord, he squeezed down, trying to keep the man’s cum in his ass. When he heard a tsking sound, he knew he didn’t succeed.
Some definitely escaped.
“Oh, three drops escaped, Mr. Patterson, and now, I have to make an example of you,” he said. “Now, we punish you for what you’ve done.”
It was when he felt the slap of his own belt across his ass, that his whole body reacted.
He was going to cum again. If the man kept it up, he was absolutely going to lose it.
The slap of leather to his ass, the way he was delivering each blow…
Ian liked this game.
Probably too much.
There was no way he’d ever forget this for the rest of his life.
“Gryphen!” he shouted, using his name as he tried not to cum. Ian was doing everything in his power, but he was close.
Too close.
“I do believe you meant, MY LORD,” he said, another crack of the belt across his ass. “I might have to offer up another agreement, making you my permanent sex slave.”
And that was all he had to hear.
The idea turned him on, as the visual assaulted him. The mere idea of being this man’s sex slave in bed…
It was done.
“Cumming,” he hissed, as Gryphen flipped him over, found his dick, and swallowed him to the base.
Ian’s hands went into his hair, and he couldn’t help but still be turned on as the man he loved blew him through that orgasm. It was a mix of pleasure and pain, and he couldn’t think.
Laid out for the man on the pristine tablecloth, his body bucked on the table.
Oh, there was no doubt that he was a mess. He was covered in cum, wax, and perspiration.
Their sex was seldom clean, but they were definitely going for a record.
As Gryphen stepped back, he admired his body. He was still laying on the table, his legs hanging off as he tried to regroup from the fucking.
“And this is a meal I’ll not soon forget,” he admitted.
Now, it was about taking even more, showing the man that he craved him nonstop. There wasn’t a moment that went by that he didn’t want him.
Now was the time for action.
Pulling Ian up, he tossed him over his shoulder, and grabbed his belt.
There was more pleasure to be had.
So.
Much.
More.
Truth be told, he’d love to have this kind of sex life with Ian. He’d love to wrap up each night like this. It was feeding that possessiveness in him.
He wanted to claim him.
As his.
Heading for the doors, he slid them open, revealing the library.
From where he hung over Gryphen’s shoulder he could see it looked different than it had when he was in it less than twenty minutes ago.
Now, it was set up for a fucking party, and he was going to be the one offered up to the Lord.
“Welcome to more debauchery, Mr. Patterson. I can’t wait to make you scream my name.”
With that, Ian was dropped onto the couch and he stared up at Gryphen.
All he could think of was how sexy the man was in a kilt. A part of him wondered if he could get him to wear one full-time while they were home.
Then again, they’d be having sex nonstop.
Was that really a problem?
Not.
For.
Him.
As he was watched, Gryphen began slowly getting out of his shirt. He dropped the tartan scarf from his shoulder onto the floor, and the shirt behind it. As he stood there, shirtless, in just the kilt, Ian was in heaven.
This man was ridiculously sexy. Everything about him screamed virile, masculine, and alpha male.
God.
He wanted him.
“My Lord,” he whispered. “Please fuck me more. I need more of you.”
Oh, well, that was the plan.
He dropped the belt around his neck so that it hung down his chest, and moved toward him on the couch. Resting over him, he put his legs over his hips.
Gryphen was so hungry for him. Watching him naked, lying on the leather couch as the flames flickered in shadows across his body…
It took him back to a time where this kind of thing really happened. He would have absolutely wanted to own a man like Ian.
He would have owned him.
“Now comes pure fucking,” he warned, as he began moving. He was biting Ian on the neck, leaving marks there for the world to see.
He moaned.
“My Lord, your dick,” he whispered, as he was taken on the couch.
“What about it, Mr. Patterson?”
He stared up into his eyes.
“Put it in my ass,” he begged.
Oh, and he did.
With a thrust of his hips, he reentered him, his cum lubricating the slide. It was wet, warm, and perfect.
He couldn’t hold back.
With Ian trapped beneath him on the couch, Gryphen fucked him.
Ian’s body bowed, and he was unable to move as Gryphen was in control.
“So tight,” he muttered.
“Harder, my Lord,” Ian whispered. “Fuck me harder,” he begged.
Oh, and he was given it.
When Ian ran his hands through Gryphen’s chest hair, he found his nipples and pinched them.
That ended him.
Gryphen could feel his balls revolt, and as he was about to cum, he pulled out, and jerked off, hitting Ian across the chest, chin, and lips.
To further incite a riot with the man, he licked them, removing Gryphen’s cum from them. Oh, and the salty taste of his cum made his body vibrate in pleasure.
His dick throbbed.
By now, they should be empty, but it was clear that Gryphen was anything but. The wine had fueled this fuckery, and Ian craved more.
“Still need more of my cock, Mr. Patterson?” he asked, as his dick was still hard.
“God. Yes. Please. I’ll always need more, my Lord.”
That was all he had to hear. To be honest, he was buzzed with the wine, and his libido was off of the charts with a sleek, naked Ian beneath him.
Now, it was about acting out all of his fantasies to make this the most memorable night he could.
So, he was about to get kinky.
Dominant.
Bossy.
Picking up the scarf of tartan plaid, he wrapped one end around Ian’s wrists until they formed a knot. Then, he rolled him onto his belly, leaning him over the couch arm, and securing it around the leg of the couch.
Ian pulled and he couldn’t move. It trapped him.
“Oh, God,” Ian said, knowing he was helpless to Gryphen behind him.
He began pulling at the fabric, and it didn’t give.
“Oh, please fight, Mr. Patterson,” he whispered. “I love nothing more when my acquisitions for the night fight,” he admitted, slapping him on the ass.
Ian moaned.
“Oh, fuck,” he whispered, his dick so hard again, as it was trapped between his belly and the leather arm of the couch.
Spreading his cheeks, he sat and opened him so he could enjoy his ass.
At this angle, he could suck his balls into his mouth, and roll them around to torment him.
All the while, his cum dribbled from his ass.
In that moment, Gryphen had never felt more proprietary then he did just then.
This was more than fun.
It was essential.
Gryphen knew that he’d need to take Ian like this often. They both craved it, and now that he’d opened the door, they were already through it.
There was no going back to boring sex when they realized this was what they both craved.
“Please,” Ian said, the torture to his balls making him dizzy. “Please let me cum.”
He kept playing with his balls, being gentle, but making it clear who owned them for the night.
“I don’t think so, Mr. Patterson. You should see the view,” he said. “Your ass is spectacular.”
A part of him should be embarrassed, but Ian wasn’t. This was kinky and he’d always wondered what sex like this would be like.
Every man he’d ever been with was pretty vanilla.
Until Gryphen.
He wanted him to do this to him every day for the rest of their lives.
He craved it.
Now, he’d shown him, and there was no way he could give this up.
Using his tongue, he rimmed him again, tasting his own cum on the man’s ass. As he tongue fucked him, Ian went wild, sliding his erection against the leather as he tried to get off.
“Oh, feel free to hump my couch, Mr. Patterson. In fact, go ahead. Let me watch,” he said, leaning back to do just that.
Ian couldn’t stop. He needed to get off so bad. When he felt the lash of the leather belt across his ass, he needed it even more.
“Oh, look at that,” Gryphen said. “Someone’s desperate to cum.”
Ian moaned, his whole body shaking.
“Now, beg me to let you cum on my couch,” he said. “Beg me, Ian.”
“Please, my Lord, let me cum on your couch,” he whispered, that flush of embarrassment creeping up his body as he did something so out of character.
Gryphen moved back to the dining room, and grabbed the wine and a linen napkin.
Going to stand in front of Ian, he dumped wine on his erection to wash it off, and then wiped it.
Then, he stood before him.
“Suck me off, Mr. Patterson, as you hump my couch,” he stated.
And he did.
He willingly took his dick all the way down his throat, and it was a mix of cum, wine, and his ass.
He felt raw, dirty, and…free.
Gryphen made him feel like he could always be this happy and free.
As he choked on cock, again, his body betrayed him.
“Don’t bite me,” Gryphen said, as Ian came, and when he went to shout, Gryphen shoved his dick as far down his throat as he could.
There was a moan like he’d never heard before as the man’s body shuddered in release.
When Ian looked up, there was perspiration on his brow.
“You are a very dirty man, Mr. Patterson. Look at what lives in you. I must bring it out in you.”
And with that, he took another lash of the belt to his ass as Gryphen slowly slid his dick from Ian’s mouth.
“Had enough of my cock?” he asked, crouching down to be eye to eye with him.
He whimpered.
“Too bad. The night is young,” he said, lifting his head and kissing him with such passion that Ian couldn’t believe how damn lucky he was.
Moving to stand behind him, he slipped into his ass, enjoying the wax that was all over his back.
The crisscrossing of red from the belt got him harder too. When he moved Ian’s hips, he knew the man would suffer in this position. He couldn’t get friction now.
“Fuck, but I could do this all night,” Gryphen admitted.
Ian moaned, his hands clenching as he was stretched out for Gryphen’s pleasure.
It was frustrating.
Gryphen took his time, drinking from the wine bottle, as his kilt was rolled up in the front. It was full on fuckery, and he loved it.
When he reached beneath Ian, and began stroking him, the man whimpered.
“Please,” he whispered. “No more. I can’t cum anymore,” he admitted.
“Oh, you’ll cum until I say you’re done,” he stated. “We have a long night ahead of us.”
As he began taking his ass, Gryphen felt the heat building again, first deep in his belly, and then in his balls.
“Oh, Mr. Patterson, I’m about to fill you again.”
Ian didn’t know how the man was still going, but he wasn’t going to complain. No one had ever given him this, and he knew no one would ever be able to do it again.
“FFFUUUCKKK!”Gryphen roared, as he felt his body betray him, and he came.
Gryphen exploded, and his body bucked, as he poured hotly into Ian for the umpteenth time. The wetness of his cum coated his thighs, and glistened in the light from the fireplace.
And still, he hadn’t enough.
He wouldn’t stop until he couldn’t cum, and Ian was so filled with his hot cum, that he could hold no more.
Yanking on the tartan, Ian moaned when he was pulled toward the other side of the couch, and Gryphen sat. He pulled up the kilt, and his dick was still hard.
The man’s libido was incredible.
“I need you to ride,” he said, Setting his hands free so he could hold onto his chest for balance.
As he straddled Gryphen’s dick, it was when he pulled him down, impaling him and slamming into that spot that did Ian in.
Apparently, he was wrong.
Ian had more cum in him.
He exploded, and Gryphen jerked him off to really make them messy. Ian’s cum poured from him onto Gryphen’s muscular chest.
Gryphen didn’t want him to rest. Instead, he made him begin his ride, dizzy from cumming.
Dizzy from that lust.
“Oh, God,” he muttered, as his body was taken, and this time, he was forced to stay above him.
“Fuck! I love watching you ride me, and I love you coated in my cum and wax.”
Ian was on sensory overload.
When Gryphen found a nipple, and gave it a pinch, his dick bobbed, and his ass tightened down on the man’s dick.
“Oh, someone likes his body abused for my pleasure,” he said, playing with his nipples.
He would stop him, making him sit on his dick so he could toy with the now-red nipples for a little bit. Then, he would make him ride hard, his dick buried deep in his ass.
This went back and forth until Ian was hard again.
When Gryphen sat up, he caught Ian’s mouth with his, and he destroyed him with the kiss.
“This is how much I want you,” he whispered. “I want to do this every night, every day, and with each waking hour. I want to have you, Mr. Patterson.”
Gryphen knew what he wanted.
More of the man’s cum. He loved getting dirty from the sex. There was nothing that made him happier than being coated in cum.
His man’s cum.
“Again,” Gryphen said, wanting his balls completely empty by the end of the night.
As soon as Gryphen grabbed his dick, he moaned, and was forced to sit still.
This was torture, and he wasn’t sure how much more he could take.
There was something so erotic about staring into the man’s eyes, and being his captive.
“Yes, my Lord,” he whispered. “Anything you wish, my Lord,” he added.
Oh, well, that got the juices flowing.
As he was sitting on his lap, trapped, Gryphen jerked him off. He ran his big hand up and down his dick, and when Ian tried to stop him, he grabbed his hands, and tied them behind his back with the tartan.
“Oh, God,” he whispered, as he was bound, impaled, and Gryphen was abusing his dick.
He bucked.
“Come on, Mr. Patterson, give me your cum. I want to taste it, and wear it.”
As Ian struggled to focus, he knew he was going to lose. Gryphen was definitely going to win this one. Despite cumming so many times, he was still craving what this man was doing to him.
He found that lust deep within him, and made him come face-to-face with it.
This was a new Ian.
A lustier one.
The last piece of that wall had come down. His inhibitions were destroyed.
He’d been claimed.
His body fought cumming, since he’d done just that many times, but in the end, the Lord won.
“That’s it. Your balls say there is still more cum in there. Show me, Mr. Patterson. Show me.”
And just like that, Gryphen forced him to do just that.
He came again, and this time, Gryphen began forcing him to ride as he was cumming.
It was sensory overload.
He sprayed Gryphen’s chest, as he was worked over by his thick dick.
“Oh, I could do this all night,” he muttered, leaning back, and watching as a pale Ian rode him drenched in the light of the fireplace.
“My Lord,” he whispered. “I’m empty,” he said, just as Gryphen exploded for the countless time.
“Ohhhhh, fuuuucccck!” he muttered, as his dick spasmed.
As Ian collapsed on his chest, Gryphen held him. He was still buried in him.
As their breathing slowed, there was the mingling of their sweat and musk.
“I love you,” Ian whispered. “With all of my heart, my Lord,” he added.
Gryphen smiled.
“And I love you, Mr. Patterson. Forever.”
Ian wasn’t sure what happened. All he knew was when he woke up, he was cuddled against Gryphen’s body, and they were covered with animal furs. They were both just how they’d finished sex.
He was sticky.
His ass was wet.
And he’d never felt this good in his whole life. This was a spectacular night for him.
When he shifted, Gryphen pulled him closer, nuzzling him.
“I think we fell asleep,” Ian whispered.
“We did,” he said, looking at his watch in the firelight. “It was only a nap. It’s eleven.”
Ian didn’t want to move, but his belly grumbled.
“I’m hungry,” he said.
“Oh, more room for cum?” he asked,
Ian laughed thinking he was joking.
“I’m being serious, Mr. Patterson. You’re mine until morning.”
“You can’t possibly still want…,” he began, but didn’t finish. Gryphen’s dick was hardening against his hip. “You’re an animal.”
He grinned.
“Apparently, you bring it out in me, Mr. Patterson. I suggest we get some fuel, and then, when we retire to the bedroom, you’ll be ready to cum some more.”
“I don’t think…”
He stopped him.
“It wasn’t a request, Mr. Patterson. It was a demand. I will tie you to the bed if need be, but before you pass out from the pleasure, you will cum when I tell you to.”
His heart skipped.
Yes, he needed this.
Ian felt so peaceful.
He craved this.
“Yes, my Lord.”
Helping him up, Gryphen was still in his kilt, and all he did was roll down the front so it hid his erection. Ian on the other hand was completely naked.
Gryphen held out his hand.
“Join me, Mr. Patterson.”
Taking it, he let the man lead him, and he knew he’d never look at Gryphen the same again. His mate had come out of his shell, and he’d shown him what lived in him.
And that man was magnificent.
As they walked into the dining room, it was just as they left it after he’d been taken on the table. The food was pushed back, and it looked like they had to tidy up.
“Get our plates refilled,” he said, sitting in the armchair after he threw some wood on the fire. It was when he draped his leg over the arm and watched Ian that the man got goosebumps.
That stare did everything for him.
When he went to get his clothes, Gryphen stopped him.
“No. You’ll dine naked with me so I can enjoy my prize for the evening.”
He swallowed.
Oh, holy shit.
What was this.
“Pardon, my Lord?” he asked, his body tingling from the way Gryphen made him feel.
“I do believe that was pretty self-explanatory. I want your cock out, and your body naked, in case I wish to dine on you again.”
Ian had never been talked to like that in his life, and he was pretty sure that given his way, Gryphen would be like this normally.
He was super protective, and very masculine.
“Now, serve us, and we’ll have dinner,” he said, as he noticed Ian was staring at his balls as they peeked out from the skirt. “If you’re curious, yes, I can cum more. I have three or four rounds left in me if I push it. So save room for cum.”
That was all it took. Ian dropped a fork, and then struggled to recover.
Oh, that one action made Gryphen grin.
Yeah, his man had no clue that he was the reason that he was this wild. It was his sleek body, his trim waist, and his modesty. It was his boy-next-door good looks, and that ass.
They were opposites, and he brought out the beast in him.
Clearly.
If it were up to him, he’d have Ian naked all of the time since it was an enjoyable sight.
He was flushed red, and definitely aroused.
Even after all they’d done, his sexy man was still thinking about being fucked. If you did it right, your partner wanted more. If you did it wrong, they wanted less. Never let it be said that Gryphen didn’t know how to please his man.
From where he sat, Gryphen knew for certain.
Ian was his treasure. They fit perfectly because they were what each needed.
“Come here, Mr. Patterson,” he said, and Ian did just that. He moved closer, and as he stood beside Gryphen, sitting in the chair, he brought his mouth to his nipple, and flicked some of the wax from his chest.
Ian shook.
Then, he suckled, teasing, and playing with his other one, until the man whimpered. The whole time, his hand was on his ass, cupping his cheek.
“Oh, the things I want to do with you, Mr. Patterson,” he whispered. “I love you serving me food naked.”
Ian’s dick started to get harder.
It was impossible, but happening.
From just his words, Ian would love to do this all of the time. He felt so wanted and loved. He felt so safe. It made him think of the knight who lived here, and if he went to war for love.
Maybe he was a romantic, but he was curious.
“If you wish me naked, my Lord, then it’s the least I can do to please you.”
“Does it bother you?”
“Not bother, but it’s something no one has ever made me do before.”
Ahhh, the modesty.
He was good in a suit and tie, when he wielded power, but now, it was Gryphen who was in control, and he loved it.
Craved it.
Being a Marine, your modesty was the first to go. You learned that nudity was natural, and something that happened. He loved seeing Ian uncomfortable, simply because if they lived together, he’d be naked a lot.
“Continue with your task,” he said.
Ian didn’t argue. Instead, he did what was asked of him.
As he handed Gryphen his plate, he filled his and sat down.
“Has your night been good?” Gryphen asked.
Ian laughed.
“I think we both know it has, my Lord.”
Gryphen lifted a brow.
“Someone is spicy after being fucked. I think I’ll have to teach you manners when we go to bed.”
Ian chewed on his bottom lip, as he fought getting harder. It was damn difficult when the man you craved was staring at your cock.
Longingly.
“Eat, Mr. Patterson,” he said. “You’re going to need the energy for what tonight is going to hold.”
He did as he was told.
Normally, Ian really disliked bossy men. He didn’t like being told what to do, or ordered about. Only, with this one, he found it erotic.
“Why do you sit so far away?” Gryphen asked, grabbing the arm of the chair, and dragging it to him.
Ian held on, as he was placed right beside Gryphen in front of the fire.
“Thank you, my Lord.”
Gryphen began eating, and he enjoyed watching Ian do the same. Oh, the food was cold, but they had fornicated and napped.
He didn’t want to waste a moment of tonight heating up a ham.
When Ian put his napkin on his lap, whether out of manners or modesty, Gryphen removed it.
Yeah, not on his watch.
“I like watching your dick, Mr. Patterson, so you aren’t to cover up.”
He just nodded.
Gryphen was curious.
“Am I making you uncomfortable?” he asked. Gryphen knew there was a fine line, and he had to be careful of it.
“Not uncomfortable.”
“Then, what?”
“I’m processing it.”
Gryphen poured them some water so they could hydrate, and make more cum.
Who was he kidding?
He wanted him ready to keep cumming for him all night.
“What is there to process?” Gryphen asked.
“I’m not accustomed to sex like this, and I don’t know what to do about it.”
Gryphen lifted a brow.
“Do you want me to stop, Baby?” he asked, breaking character the first time the whole night because he was worried about Ian. “If I’ve crossed the line and no longer in your comfort zone, I can stop.”
He stared into his eyes.
Finally, he spoke.
And it wasn’t what Gryphen expected.
“No, I want more. I want you to go further. I’m embarrassed that the idea of being your sex slave in bed turns me on,” he admitted. “I’ve never felt this before.”
Gryphen grinned as Ian got an erection all over again when he said, ‘sex slave’.
“So you want more?”
He stared over at him.
“I want more. I think you found a missing piece of me, Gryphen. Before, it was survival. Now, I’m living. I want all you have to offer. I want you like this all of the time because it makes me feel safe.”
He was honest.
“I can take us further, Ian, if that’s what you want. I want to go further, but I don’t want to scare you. As long as you still see it’s me, and that I won’t hurt you, then I can proceed.”
“It’s more than want, Gryph. I crave it. You’ve opened the door, and this is who is behind it,” he said, getting up, and moving to straddle Gryphen’s lap.
That woke Gryphen up that he was initiating more so quickly.
“I need all of you,” he admitted. “I want you to take me to bed, tie me up, and make me your sex slave. I want that, Gryphen. I don’t know if it’s the castle, or the role-playing, but I need it. It’s who I am, apparently. I found me on this vacation, and I found the part of you that calls to my libido.”
That was a good thing, because he liked bossing Ian around in bed, and then fucking him until he begged for more. This man, and this role-playing was his kink.
He slid his hand into his hair and clenched it so he couldn’t move. Immediately, Ian gasped, and his dick was back upright all the damn way.
“Yes,” he whispered. “Please.”
Gryphen loved how his body shook for him.
“How bad do you need it?” he asked, knowing now that he also needed to go further.
He moaned as Gryphen began sliding his hand up and down his dick as he made him straddle his lap.
“Please take me to bed and fuck me however you want me. You found the real me.”
He jerked his head back by using his hair, and stared into his eyes.
“And you found the real me,” he whispered. “I’ll protect you as I make you scream my name,” he added, right before biting him on the neck.
“My Lord,” he whispered, as his body shook. “Take me to your bed, and mark me as yours. I don’t want just tonight. I want every night.”
Oh, ask and he shall receive.
Moving him, he made him lean over his lap, and Ian moaned louder than he’d ever heard him moan before.
Then, he spanked him.
His big hand left prints on his ass, as he enjoyed the way he bucked and ground his dick against his thighs.
“Do you want more, Mr. Patterson?” he asked, suspecting this was something he’d like. After all, twice he’d joked about it, and when people joked, they were testing the water.
Ian couldn’t believe he was this aroused from being spanked, since it seemed so ridiculous for a man to put his hands on his ass like this, but he was.
It was more like cupping, and it was making him wild.
“God. Yes. Please. More, my Lord,” he whispered, never feeling like this before.
“Oh, you’re so hard, Ian. Someone likes being spanked. Maybe we do this every day. Maybe when you need a spanking, I just give you one.”
He moaned again.
“Oh, please, yes,” he whispered, as he was ten smacks in, and his balls had tucked up and were screaming to be milked.
Again.
With his cherry red ass, Gryphen’s dick was now even harder. Just when he thought he’d slow down, the man did something so erotic like beg for a spanking.
When he delivered the last swat, he stood him up, and made him stand in front of him, his red ass burning.
“Hands on the table behind you,” he ordered.
Ian complied.
It bent him back a little, arching his back, as his dick was now more prevalent.
And right there for Gryphen’s pleasure.
When he began blowing Ian, his mouth moving slowly up and down his erection, again, the man shook.
Ian watched as he worked his erection.
When he reached for him, Gryphen stopped him from touching him. Instead, he stood, turning him around.
His mouth was by his ear, as he was pressed to his body.
“You don’t get to touch me unless I give you permission. So, now you need to be punished.”
Taking the tartan scarf that was nearby, he tied his hands behind his back, and bent him over the table.
“Fuck, this is going to kill me,” Ian whispered. “More,” he begged.
When Gryphen landed his hand on his ass again and again, Ian was wild.
After five he stopped.
“Please. More,” he begged. “Teach me the rules,” he whispered, his dick so hard that he wanted to cum.
Gryphen heard him, and his own cock strained against the kilt. The idea of them living like this made his body ache for it each and every day.
He slapped his ass harder, and Ian moaned. It set off shockwaves in both of them.
On the next one, Ian actually came without anyone touching his dick.
“I’m cumming, my Lord,” he shouted, as cum exploded from him, splashing onto the floor.
When Gryphen dropped to his knees, and began leaving kisses on his reddened ass, Ian moaned.
“This is who I am,” he whispered. “I hope you’ll love him as much as the old Ian because I can’t go back. The door has been opened.”
Turning him, he stared up into his eyes.
“We walked through that door together. This is the new us. This is our sex life, and I love it. If you need this, it’s my duty as your lover to give you this. I’ll give you this every day we’re together.”
He nodded.
“I want this. I need you to be like this in bed. This is what lives in me. I don’t know if it was always there, or if I was made into this with what happened, but it’s here, Gryphen. Please tell me that you’ll love me even now.”
“I love you even more,” he said, “because you’re trusting me with this. This is our new world, and you want the man that I really am. This is me, Ian. This is who I hide away because up to now, he was unlovable.”
Ian held nothing back.
“He’s mine, and I need him more than I need anything in the world.”
Well, then, it was done.
That was all Gryphen had to hear.
He was big on duty, and now, his duty was to this man and his pleasure.
“Tell me what you want, Mr. Patterson.”
He didn’t hesitate.
“Take me to your bed, my Lord, and make me yours,” he said.
With that, Gryphen stood up. Oh, he could tell the kink Ian wanted.
It looked like the suite was appropriately named.
To keep the kink going, and to go deeper into it, he tossed him over his shoulder, and walked toward the door.
Ian was bare and his ass was up in the air with the red hand marks from his spanking. Honestly, it was likely going to be even redder in a little bit. He liked him over his lap, getting his cheeks reddened.
“Let’s go to the Master’s suite,” he said, first, blowing out one of the candles to take with them.
“More wax, Mr. Patterson?” he asked, giving him the choice.
“Yes,” he whispered. “Please.”
Well, then, he’d light it up there. At the door, he began walking down the hall as if they were the only ones there. He could have taken a different route, but instead, he specifically went into the kitchen.
Why?
He had a prize over his shoulder, and Gryphen didn’t care who saw what he’d done.
When they entered the kitchen, Graham was leaning against the counter having a cup of tea.
When he saw them, his eyes went huge.
Ian was over his shoulder, he was coated in wax, his wrists tied behind his back, and Gryphen had a belt and candle in his one hand.
If that wasn’t all, his ass was wet and red like he’d been…spanked.
“Uh…”
When he realized they weren’t alone, Ian moaned, and Gryphen could feel his dick against his shoulder harden again, as he was ass up in the air, and the other man clearly knew what had gone on.
“Is there a reason why…you know what? I don’t think I need to know why you have the man trussed up like he’s about to be sacrificed.”
Gryphen grinned.
“Mr. Patterson is about to go upstairs and warm my bed,” he said, winking at Graham.
The man just stared and flushed red.
Oh, who was embarrassed now.
Payback was a bitch.
“I’m an animal in bed,” he added. “Oh, and I’ll clean up the dining room and library tomorrow,” Gryphen said. “We made a bit of a mess, didn’t we?” he asked, slapping Ian on the ass, only to get him to moan more.
Graham just nodded and his eyes were still huge. When Gryphen played Lord of the manor, he really played Lord of the manor.
“Time to fuck,” he said, carrying Ian on his shoulder up to the bedroom.
When they were gone, Graham sighed, put down the teacup, and headed back to his flat.
Apparently, he had something else to use to jerk off to now other than wood cutting Gryphen.
There was Master of the manor too.
And it was hot.