Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Thirteen
Ravensmire
Friday Night
Ninety Minutes
Later
When it came time to meet up, Ian had written down his contract for Gryphen to agree to. On it, he made sure he wrote down exactly what he was expecting once they ventured into this relationship.
Since they were taking it further, he defined his parameters.
And they were pretty standard.
Now, he had to see what it was that Gryphen had on his list. It made him giddy to see it. He knew his would be things that heated his body, and got him giddy. After today, he wanted even more.
He wanted to push those boundaries and come out of his shell to heal.
He couldn’t wait until they consummated it either. Someone was in for a surprise.
As he walked through the kitchen, Graham was just coming in from the outside.
“I’m glad you’re here,” he said, tossing him a box. “They just delivered your ring to the gate. We almost didn’t get it.”
Ian caught it, and opened the box. Inside, he saw the pristine platinum ring. When he held it up, there were two words on the inside.
‘My Hero.’
And that was the truth.
Gryphen would forever be that for him, and there was no doubt in his mind that he wanted to spend forever with him, and Lord Carter.
He was going to get the best of both worlds.
He thought about the lake, the thugs in the alley, and even Will Jackson. Gryphen would forever be his savior. There was no doubt there.
“It’s perfect,” he said. “Thank you for everything you’ve done to help.”
“When are you going to do the deed?” he asked.
He was honest.
“I need the perfect moment, so I’m not sure. If he expects it, it won’t be the same.”
Graham lowered his voice to clue the man in, so he was aware.
“He thinks it’ll be when you go home. He mentioned he was waiting for you, but he is dying to have you ask.”
He grinned.
“Well, then, I know he’ll say yes.”
Was he serious?
He had news for the man.
“Uh, Ian, he’s going to carry you to the altar over his tartan draped shoulder. He might run with you.”
That he could believe.
Graham wanted to say something to him.
“Ian, I’m sorry what happened to you. I’m sorry that someone hurt you the way they did because that’s horrible. Not all men are like that.”
Oh, he was aware.
Ian knew a few good ones.
Like Gryphen.
Like Saint.
Like Raphael.
Being around them and living with them had taught him that. Since leaving the Secret Service, he’d made friends who would do anything for him.
That healed.
“It’s okay, Graham. I’m going to be good. I’m strong now, and I’m put back together with Gryphen’s love. He’s my hero, and he saved me in ways he’ll never understand. I can’t wait to commit my life to him. I really can’t.”
It just went to show that you couldn’t tell what people had been through. When they came here, he never knew their lives hadn’t been perfect. They seemed to have an ideal love, but now, he saw the struggle to find each other.
“I’m happy for you.”
“For the first time in my life, I’m happy too, and nothing will take that away from me.”
When they heard a door close upstairs in the tower, and someone walking their way, Ian had to unload the ring. Gryphen would see it in his pocket.
Then, the jig would be up.
He tossed it at Graham.
“Hide this for me,” he pleaded. “He’s good at picking things up.”
Graham caught it when he tossed it to him, so he put it in a canister that said ‘TEA’.
It would be safe there.
“Thank you,” Ian whispered.
It wasn’t long before Gryphen appeared in the room. Immediately, he stopped not expecting to see his man.
“Oh, Baby,” he said. “I was coming down to find you and see if you’re done.”
He explained.
“I was just on my way up. Graham and I were just discussing what happened to me, and I was telling him that I’m going to be good.”
Gryphen came to his side and kissed him on the temple.
“Of course, you are, Baby. You’re strong. You’re tenacious.”
Ian winked at his man.
“I am now. Did you miss me?” he asked. Gryphen. “Ready for our negotiations?”
Graham had no idea what they were discussing.
“You better believe it. Did you have enough time to make sure you got everything written down?”
“Oh, yeah, I did.”
Only, Ian was curious.
“Did you write up your contract?” Ian asked, not caring who knew. This sexy dominant cave Marine was his and all his.
Gryphen grinned wickedly and slapped him on the ass knowing he’d get riled up.
“Oh, you’d better believe it. I thought we could bring a bottle of wine up with us and get to work.”
It was clear that Graham was the third wheel.
“Well, gentlemen, goodnight, and if you’re hungry, there’s soup in the refrigerator. I was running errands, and didn’t get to make anything elaborate.”
That was fine.
They had lunch.
Besides, Gryphen would be dining on other things, and he had a feeling Ian’s belly would be full.
Call it a hunch.
When the man disappeared, Ian went to the wine chiller and grabbed two bottles.
“Red or white, my Lord.”
He grinned.
“Red,” he said. “Like my kilt. Want to try it out tonight?” he asked. “You know…after we come to our agreement? We can celebrate.”
Sign.
Him.
Up.
“Absolutely,” he said, passing Gryphen the red wine and corkscrew.
He opened it as Ian grabbed two goblets from the cabinet. When he went up on his toes, Gryphen was watching his ass.
It was going to be an interesting night.
That was for sure.
When Ian turned around, he saw the lecherous grin, and it made his heart happy.
This hot man wanted him.
That was a miracle.
After Gryphen got the bottle open, he took the two glasses and held them, dangling from his fingers. Then, he offered Ian his arm.
“Mr. Patterson, join me?” he asked.
Oh, hell, yeah.
As they started up the stairs, Ian held onto his arm.
“You’re quite the gentleman, my Lord,” he admitted, loving this little game they had.
“I’ll always be one for you. I can promise that too. I’ll discipline you, but love you more than anyone else.”
He knew he would.
As they got closer to the room, Gryphen had to be honest. He was worried.
“I hope my contract didn’t go too far. As I was writing it out, I may or may not have gotten a little wild with it,” he admitted.
Ian hoped so.
Honestly, he didn’t mind.
“Were you honest with everything you wanted?” he asked. “Did you put in it exactly what you needed in our relationship to be happy and sexually content?”
Oh, did he ever.
“Absolutely.”
“Well, then, let’s see what we have, and we can always negotiate, add, or delete stuff. I know that I was one million percent honest with what I need in order to be happy with you.”
Yeah, still, Gryphen was worried. He was a controlling, bossy caveman, and he knew it.
What he’d written down…
Oh, it was terrifying to him that his lust and need went that deep for this man.
It was beyond kink.
It was ownership.
Gryphen had lost everyone in his life, and what he craved most was locking Ian down forever.
At their room, Ian toed off his shoes, and climbed onto the bed. When he patted it, Gryphen joined him.
“How do we do this?” Gryphen asked. “I’ve never negotiated a normal contract, let alone one for sexual servitude where I would own someone, and be responsible for their needs.”
He hadn’t either.
Nothing in his life prepared him for that lust and desire that this man brought out in him. Had someone told him he would be tattooing a man’s name on his ass, blowing him on demand, and wanting him to put him over his knee…
He’d laugh.
His past sex life had nothing on this.
NOTHING.
Now, he’d do anything to have these sexual experiences with Gryphen.
The bottom line was that he trusted him.
“I think we just tell each other what we want. I’ve never negotiated for a…Lord. Is that what it’s called?” he asked.
“I think it’s more along the lines of dominant and submissive, but I do like the Lord and Mr. Patterson aspect.”
He agreed.
“Then, I think we’ll start there. I think during sex, I’ll call you that, when we’re in the mood for that kind of sex. You can call me Mr. Patterson.”
He grinned.
“Mr. Patterson is sexy.”
Ian had news for him.
“Oh, well, Lord Carter is off the charts hot in a kilt. It’s mind blowing.”
Thank God he thought so.
“Okay, let’s negotiate,” Gryphen said. “You’re the one who has to deal with Lord Carter’s dominance, so you tell me what you want, what you need, and your boundaries.”
That worked for him.
“This is what I need, Gryphen, in order to enter into a contract of sexual servitude to you. I need your protection. I need to know that no matter what happens, you’ll be there to keep me safe. Now and when we’re old.”
“I can agree to that.”
So far, so good.
Ian continued.
“I need you to be the one who looks at me and knows when I’m about to fall apart. In those moments, no matter what you’re doing, I need you to find me. I need you to save me, and just hold me until I’m okay.”
That was also doable.
“Okay, Ian. I agree.”
He pushed on.
“If I’m not doing well, I need you to take control and get me out of there. Like today, I couldn’t move. I was frozen. I need you to be the one who solves the problem. I need you to care for me that way because while sex is amazing, I need an emotional bond to you too.”
Gryphen understood why.
“I’ll be your protector and care for you when you need me to, but you have to trust me. You have to let me just do what is best for us without fighting me on it. If you want me to keep you safe, Ian, then that means absolute trust and faith that I am making the right decision, even if you think I’m not.”
Ian added that to his contract.
“I agree with that addendum to my condition. I already have that faith in you.”
This seemed pretty easy. If more people went into relationships with telling the other what they wanted, they’d likely last a lot longer.
“Next, Ian?” he asked.
He checked off the next one on his list.
“I want honesty. I want to know that you’ll never lie to me, minus birthday presents, parties, or things along those lines. I’m talking about the big things that damage a marriage. They aren’t lies. Those are surprises. I don’t think secrets are healthy, and I would rather have you just tell me and adjust than be blindsided and hurt. I don’t want to hurt, Gryphen.”
He touched his cheek.
“So no secrets. Okay.”
Ian clarified.
“None whatsoever.”
Well, then, he had to get something off of his chest.
“I have kept something from you.”
Ian lifted a brow.
“What?” he asked.
“Yesterday, when you were on the phone with Elizabeth, Graham had to help me get into my kilt.”
He wasn’t sure where this was going.
“Okay, and?”
“I was commando,” he reminded him.
Ian stared at him.
“Are you trying to tell me that he saw you naked?” he asked.
“Yes. It was easier to get into the things and that’s probably why Scottish men went commando underneath. I told him not to tell you.”
“Why?” Ian asked.
“So you didn’t leave me.”
Ian reassured him.
“I wouldn’t leave you for that unless you cheated on me. If you get naked with a man and sex happens. I’m going to be devastated and damaged.”
“I was hard at the time.”
Gryphen held his breath.
“Because he was helping you?” Ian asked, his heart hurting.
“No, because I was thinking about you, and I told him that. I was planning out our night, and well, my dick was in on the plans.”
He relaxed.
“Did he like it? Graham, not your dick. We know that is a given.”
“Yeah, I’m his type.”
Ian shrugged.
“I’m okay with that. You could have told me earlier. I understand. If I’m in a room naked with a man…”
Gryphen laughed.
“That won’t happen or I’m killing that person, and then, you and I are going to have a discussion,” he said, touching his belt.
Well, that was kinky, and Ian liked it.
“Understand?”
Ian nodded.
Gryphen focused on his contract condition, and was completely honest.
“I can agree to honesty and no secrets. I will never hurt you intentionally, Ian. Like I told you once, I’m learning as we do this. I might screw up, like I did not telling you, but I won’t do anything to break you. Only, if I fuck it up, I need you to have patience and see I’m trying.”
He agreed to that.
“I think that’s a sensible addendum and I’ll add that to my contract. Patience matters.”
He watched him write it neatly.
God.
He was crazy about this man.
“What else do you have?” Gryphen asked.
“I want a monthly date night where you and I can get dressed up and go out to dinner, or a movie, or something fun. It can be a walk in a museum, or a drive-in. But I think that in order to foster a marriage and build a healthy sex life, you need to still date your person—especially if we end up having kids. We get a babysitter, and we have a night of romance.”
Gryphen was honest.
“I also had that on my list. I also believe that it’s vital to have that in a relationship. I love watching movies on a couch, but you in a suit is very sexy, Ian. I want to remember what once caught my eye.”
“Then, we’re agreed.”
He nodded.
“Anything related to our sex life?” Gryphen inquired, hoping he did because he had a shit ton of things.
“Yes. I will offer myself up to you for sex whenever you want it, but you’re also to be there when I need it too. I want to be able to wake you up in the morning, or find you at night, and know that if I come to you, you’re not going to tell me you’re busy or tired.”
He would never do that.
“I agree. My body is available to you at all times, and I’ll never turn you away. I want you to always have access to me when you need me. I know our wants and desires might not always match, but I’m always up for taking care of my man.”
He hoped so.
“Rejection hurts,” Ian said. “It hurts worse when it’s your person.”
“Agreed. So let’s go as far as saying no, for either of us, isn’t allowed. If I see that you’re sick, I know not to go there. Other than that, we need that bond. That connection matters,” Gryphen admitted.
“Agreed.”
Ian flipped his paper over.
“Then, last but not least, I like sex. I like sex with you more than I’ve ever liked sex before in my whole life. I want to be your sex slave. I accept that you’re going to refer to me as that, and I wear that title with pride. I want to venture into this contract for sexual servitude because I’m madly in love with Lord Carter.”
He ran his thumb across his lower lip.
“Oh, Ian, that’s a precious gift. I’ll never abuse it, or you. If you willingly give yourself to me, I’ll treasure that gift for the rest of my life.”
He wasn’t done.
“I want you to push our limits. I want you to do things that might be embarrassing or risky but only if we’re safe. When I go into Mr. Patterson mode, I can’t say no to you. All my inhibitions are gone, so I need you to use my body wisely, and safely.”
That brought up a very important question.
“How far do you want me to go?” Gryphen asked. “Do you have any hard limits?”
“Well, since I gave you head in a shop, and that incredibly intimate bathroom encounter…I’m going to say I don’t know any limits.”
“Yet,” Gryphen said.
“Exactly, so I want you to do things that you crave, and things you think I will want. I trust you as Lord Carter, so if you need to make me step out of my comfort zone, as long as you’re protecting me, I’m good.”
He could do that.
“I agree to that. I’ll expand our sexual horizons and use the clues you give me. It’s how I knew you’d like being spanked. You joked about it. I’ll test the waters.”
“Yes, please.”
Gryphen was already thinking of so many things he wanted to do with this man, and he was going to dig deeper into his voyeuristic cravings.
Ian liked the risk of getting caught, and that was definitely going to be his focus.
“I was wrong. I do have more for my list,” Ian said, making note of it.
“Go ahead.”
He did.
“On top of everything I’ve already said, I want sex as much as possible, and I know that with your job you might have to travel, but when you’re not, I think once a day is the minimum. I like being jumped by you and just falling into bed. Orgasms matter, and I want plenty of them.”
“You’re so demanding,” he teased. “As the dominant in this contract, and since I’ll be owning you, I promise to make you cum multiple times a day. In fact, I promise to make you cum so much you beg to stop, and I won’t let you.”
Ian needed him to know the truth.
“You’ll own me, Gryphen. I’m being very serious. Once we sign this, it’s stronger to me than a wedding. That’s our marriage. The wedding just makes it official. I’m giving you me for the rest of my life.”
His body ached for Ian, but he had to get through this. The idea that this man was giving himself to him…
It was erotic.
“I want you to have a safe word.”
Ian declined it.
“No. Ownership has no limitations with me. As your sex slave, I am yours fully. As the owner, you will have to know when I’m pleased or displeased. I trust you to know where the line is because I have to believe you love me that much.”
Oh, he did.
“Okay, Ian. You have no way out. None.”
Ian was almost done.
“I know it’s a long list…”
He stopped him.
“Ian, it’s for the rest of our lives. It’s binding. Put whatever you want in it. Now’s the time. We aren’t renegotiating this ever.”
So, he did.
“We must always sleep together. So no fights where one of us sleeps on the couch, and the other is angry or sad. Unless one of us is away working, we spend the night together.”
Gryphen nodded.
“I agree to that. It’s one of my conditions. My sex slave sleeps with me. My husband sleeps with me. I don’t differentiate between them. You are your own person, but ultimately, Ian, I control things like this because you’ve asked me to do that for you, so you feel safe.”
He had.
“Agreed.”
Ian had one last one.
“And lastly, I offer you pleasure and my body with the promise that you’ll love me forever. No matter what if I get old, fat, broken, crazy, or can’t think. You’ll love me. You’ll always be mine. If we find out that I have HIV, you’ll love me until my body can’t fight anymore, and when I leave you for death, you’ll still love me.”
Tears filled Ian’s eyes.
“Oh, Baby,” he said, taking his face in his hands. “I promise. Nothing will ever make me stop loving you. I swear. You’re my ride or die to the end. I love you, Ian Patterson. If you have HIV, we’ll do this battle together.”
He leaned over and soothed him with a kiss. When he was done, he stared into his eyes.
“You good?” he asked.
Ian nodded.
“Are the conditions of my contract for ownership acceptable?” he asked.
Gryphen nodded.
“I agree to the conditions of your contract,” he said. “I’ll sign,” he stated, taking out his pen, and signing his name on the bottom.
When he did, Ian added his name and the date below it, and then handed him a manilla envelope that he found in the library desk.
“We’ll put these where they will be safe. It’s binding,” Gryphen said. “You’re halfway to being officially mine for the rest of our lives.”
And that was what he craved.
“Yes, my Lord,” Ian said, already desperate for this man. While he’d cum once in the pub, he wanted to get this done so the man could see the prize waiting for him.
The tattoo.
Gryphen knew he was up.
“Okay, and I hope these don’t upset you, but there is room for negotiation if they do. I will bend a little.”
Ian was ready.
“Hit me with it.”
Oh, he did.
“I’m old fashioned and a traditionalist. When we have children, and we will, I want you to fill the role of mother, and I will take the customary role of father. You’re accustomed to a mother, and I’m not. I don’t feel comfortable nurturing on the fly, and I will learn as we go.”
Ian reassured him.
“I’m good with that. I understand your logic on the reasons why.”
“We’ll both be dads, but I don’t know how to take care of children. Until I’m comfortable, I will be the one who provides for our family. I would prefer you not work, and be the stay-at-home father.”
Ian negotiated that.
“I would like to work, but I will be the one who takes time off if we have sick kids, or the daycare is closed. Elizabeth can’t survive without me. For as smart as she is, she refuses to alphabetize anything.”
He negotiated.
“I’ll give you that if we can pick a number of children that we agree on. All of which will be from one of our sperm.”
“Four and you,” Ian offered.
Gryphen countered.
“I say three and you.”
Ian explained.
“You’re big, strong, and I want us to have boys who are never afraid. I think you’re the better option, so I will say three and you.”
Gryphen agreed with his reasoning.
“Deal. I have more conditions, and some of them you touched on.”
He didn’t mind.
“Like you said, we only get one chance so, make them count,” he stated. “We can negotiate like we just did.”
Gryphen went there.
“I promise to take care of you in and out of bed. When we are out of bed, I will be your protector, and I will be your guardian. I will keep you from being hurt, and I will die to keep you safe. In bed, I will also make sure that our sex life is full and adventurous. I will worship your body, and make sure you are satiated.”
He believed him since he already did this.
“I agree to those terms,” Ian said. “Easily. What else do you have, Gryphen?”
He moved on to number two.
“You’ll willingly give yourself to me in and out of bed whenever I request it, even if the time seems inconvenient. Since I’m putting your needs first out of bed, you will also put my needs first, sexually, first and foremost, since I need a lot of sex now that we opened Pandora’s Box.”
Since he loved sex with Gryphen, he was more than good with that.
“I agree to those terms.”
Gryphen was crystal clear.
“I mean whenever I need it, Ian. If I come home, and want to fuck you on the counter, I have the final say in it. If I want to pull off the road and take you in the back seat, it’s whatever I crave. If you want me to push you past your limits, I can’t do that if you say no.”
He understood.
“My sex slave won’t say no to me no matter the fear, worry, or exhaustion. You wanted this.”
He absolutely did.
“Bend me over, and take my ass. I agree to that, Gryphen. If you think I’m going to say no to you and your magnificent cock….you’re nuts.”
He laughed, and felt better about his list. Ian wasn’t horrified by his needs.
Yeah, this man was a unicorn. There would never be anyone like this again.
It was nice to know that he didn’t go too far, and maybe, just maybe, he wouldn’t scare the man away.
“What is next?” Ian asked, curiously.
He told him.
“In bed, you shall refer to me as my Lord, and you will be Mr. Patterson, when we are feeling particularly spicy and kinky. Like today in the car, and at the pub. They will be our proper titles. Like you already said, once those names are brought out, that’s the roles we play.”
Ian grinned.
“Please tell me there’s more because I love calling you ‘My Lord’. It gets me so wild.”
Ian took Gryphen’s hand, and put it over his erection. The man wasn’t lying. He was rock hard.
It was crazy how this worked for them.
Gryphen continued.
“When we’re alone, and you’re in the mood for me to take care of any of your sexual needs, all you have to do is address me like that, and the switch will be flipped.”
“I agree to those terms.”
He continued.
“This is where we both had this one, but I have something more to add to it. We will have date night monthly. Whether in or out, you will be commando under your pants in case I want easy access to your body. So, the day we have it planned, if you have work…”
Ian licked his lips.
“All day?” he asked.
He nodded.
“All day, Mr. Patterson. I like knowing that you’re naked for me under your clothes, and I like the idea that you’ll rub all day, and think about me.”
He nodded, already thinking about it.
Someone was damn good at this.
“I agree to that term, my Lord. I’ll go a step further and let you pick out my things for our date. That way, you can have full control of what I wear on our date.”
Oh, Jesus.
Now, Gryphen was turned on just thinking about it. This was going to kill them both. This was feeding that dominancy.
“Is that what you want?” Gryphen asked.
“Yes. I want you to be pleased with me. I want you to look at me and enjoy the view. So, if you want to pick out my suit for the day we have a date night, have at it.”
Yep.
He loved this.
Before Gryphen could say more, Ian was curious.
“Can I add one to my list?” Ian asked.
“You can,” he said, “If we both agree to it.”
“That you spank me. You put me over your knee, and you spank me. I love it. It’s the best feeling in the world, and I love your hands on me, my Lord.”
He pointed.
“ADD IT. I agree to that. Hell! I’ll spank you right now,” he offered.
Ian laughed and wrote it on his contract.
“How often?” Gryphen asked. “Asking for a horny asshole who wants to pull your pants down and pinken your cheeks right now.”
Ian liked to be surprised.
“Whenever you want. I gave you full access to my body, and if you think I need a spanking…give me one. In fact, if we fight, and it was my fault, punish me. I like your kind of punishment. It’s not emotional abuse like you don’t talk to me for three days. It’s straightforward, and I like it.”
Oh, him too.
“Oh, holy fuck. I love my goddamn life. I don’t care about the past. I have a man who wants me to hover, and let’s me play with his ass however I want. I died. I have to be dead. Did Elizabeth get shot at and I actually died? Is this all a fantasy?” he asked.
He was amused.
“You’re alive. Later, you might not be because I am incredibly turned on right now, and I’m dying to be under you, my Lord.”
Gryphen wanted that too.
Desperately.
“What’s next?” Ian asked.
He read the next thing.
“There will be no fighting. Period. If we’re about to fight, we defer to my backup plan.”
“Which is?” Ian asked.
“Fucking or punishment. If you annoy me, I’m putting you over my knee, see your addendum to our contract. I figure, if I put you over my knee, we won’t be arguing anymore. It’ll solve it.”
“I agree,” Ian said.
Gryphen found his next one.
“I have down that once it’s signed, it’s for life. You can never leave me. There isn’t divorce. There’s only death. I’m very serious about this. I’m not going to lose you to anyone else. We’re it.”
“I agree to that. I don’t want out. I want in deeper. I want everything with you.”
He could see that.
“What do you have next?” Ian asked.
This was a really sexual one.
“The bottom line, Ian, is your duty is to keep my balls empty. It sounds crass, and ridiculous, but if you’re expecting me to protect you, and die for you, then you’ll offer yourself up often. Outside of bed in public, we’ll be equals, but the second we are home and alone, you’re to go into sex slave mode, and be there for me that way. I need to feel wanted and respected.”
Ian agreed.
“I can say I’m good with that. I do have something to add to my list, and it is along the lines of date night.”
He lifted a brow.
“What?”
“You fuck me at least once a month in a kilt. I want the full ‘my Lord’ treatment. I want you to order me around, drink your cum, and then get fucked by you. Like last night. Once a month, Gryphen. I want to be surprised by it too.”
He actually giggled.
“Write it down. I approve of that perverted, kinky request!”
He did.
“Your turn,” he said to Gryphen.
“This is a big one for me. Trust. If someone hits on you, flirts with you, or tries to get with my man, you tell me. I don’t want to feel insecure. It goes along with the no secrets thing you have on your list. I’m entitled to know if there’s someone after my treasure.”
“I agree. You’ll also do the same. We’re equals. Just because I’m willing to give you myself in sexual servitude doesn’t mean I am not equal. With sex, we have different needs. In life, we do not. I need to be on my knees for you, but I also need to trust you.”
“DEAL,”Gryphen said, picturing him on his knees and getting him off.
“Anything else?” Ian asked.
This was a big one for Gryphen.
“Under no circumstance are you to put yourself in any situation like today being alone with a stranger. Those men in the alley would have hurt you. When we’re with people, men specifically, I want you by my side. I want you escorted when other men are around that I don’t know to trust.”
He was curious.
“Like who is safe?” he asked.
“My Marine brothers I work with. The Blackhawks too. The people you work with, but never like today. That could have ended badly. Think of yourself as grounded from being alone with men. If you tempt that anger, Ian, it will come to the party. I’m very jealous and I fear losing you. You will be punished. Harshly. This is my big rule.”
Ian agreed to it.
“I’ll be very cognizant of it.”
“I can’t protect you if you don’t listen, and if I fail to protect you, I’ll blame myself. I can’t live with that guilt.”
He got it.
“Deal. What’s next?” Ian asked.
Gryphen lightened up after that one. It was one of the rules he thought he’d hate.
“I want to experiment with lots of different things. I don’t want to be afraid to explore our needs. If you have something you want to try, or do, I expect you to bring it to me, and we’ll do it. We won’t be happy if we feel like our sex life is lacking. I like spice, and I want to keep it like that.”
“Oh, I will, my Lord,” he said, getting Gryphen all stirred up by licking his lips and looking at the man’s dick.
“Jesus. This is how we die. You’re going to be what kills me or makes my dick fall off.”
He laughed.
Oh, he had all the power, and he knew it. Gryphen was addicted to being ball’s deep in his ass, and spanking him. There was no doubt who was getting the better deal.
HIM.
“If I want you to blow me at the dinner table, Ian, as long as we’re alone, you’ll do it. If you want me to take you in your office at work, you just have to find me. I love our kink, and I want to always feel that. It’s freed us both.”
He agreed.
“I would like to try a few new things.”
“Like?” Gryphen asked.
He told the man his secret fantasy.
“I’d like to go to the city when we’re back, and get a really nice hotel room.”
He waited.
So far, this wasn’t that kinky.
“And?”
“You know, the ones with the windows all around it?” he asked.
“Like in New York?”
He nodded.
“Okay, and?”
“I want you to fuck me in front of those windows. I want to know that people can watch you take me, bend me over, spank me, and make me kneel for you.”
Gryphen sighed.
Ian really thought he’d crossed a line, and he was embarrassed that he’d told him a fantasy and got this reaction.
When he got up, Ian watched him.
Then, Gryphen knelt, clasped his hands, and started praying.
“Dear God, I know I don’t pray often, but this was one of those occasions. Whatever the hell I did, in the last thirty-four years that got me this lucky by you sending me a sexy nympho who gets my kink…thank you. I promise to go to mass when I’m back with Addison so I can repent for the fuckery that I’m about to do. I’m sorry that I’m also going to cross some lines tonight, and I need you to understand that you made me this way. Had you wanted me to be good, why did you have to go and make his ass so perfect? Amen.”
When he opened his eyes, Ian was so amused he had tears as he laughed.
Gryphen got back on the bed.
“Okay, continued,” Gryphen said, like he hadn’t just done something so ridiculous.
“I thought you were turned off by that and I pushed you too far.”
He snorted.
“Ian, if you think I haven’t pictured you pressed to a glass window while I take your ass…you’ve not given me credit for my perversion. Why do you think I carried you naked past Graham? I wanted him to see that you’re mine. You were tied up and naked over my shoulder. That’s pretty much a sign to the world that I’m the one in charge and you’re my…”
When he paused, Ian was worried.
“What?”
“I don’t have a word for it without coming across crass or me being a horrible human being.”
That intrigued him.
“What did your gut say to call it?”
He was honest.
“I wanted to call you my bed whore, but that’s insulting. You’re way filthier than a whore.”
He snorted.
“You can call me that in bed. I do kinda like being your cum receptacle.”
Jesus.
His dick was so hard.
Ian was honest.
“We’re a perfect match. I like how bossy you are, and I love how you might make me kneel, but I’m always well satiated by your cock, my Lord.”
Yep.
Tonight, he was going to break some rules.
“I love when you put your hands on me, my Lord. Are we done yet so we can get naked and fuck?” he asked, running his hand up Gryphen’s leg, right to the massive bump waiting for his full attention.
“And now you know why I like spanking you. You’re bold,” he said, as Ian rubbed his dick.
There was a low growl in his belly, and Ian knew he was ready to lose control. He loved flirting with Gryphen because the man was so receptive to it.
“Anything else on your list?” Ian asked, pulling off his shirt and tossing it onto the floor.
Jesus.
He needed to hurry.
“I have one last thing, and I’m not sure you’ll agree to it.”
He lifted a brow.
“And it is?” he asked.
“Remember how I told you that I’m old fashioned. Well, this is part two.”
Yeah, he wasn’t sure where this was going.
“Don’t say you suddenly don’t believe in sex before marriage, or I’m going to cry, Gryphen. I have the mother of all hard-ons, and you made me horny in the car, tailor, and pub.”
He laughed.
And laughed.
And laughed.
“Uh, Ian, we just made sexual servitude contracts. We might be a little past abstinence before wedlock. I was thinking of something else.”
“Okay, what?”
He went there.
“When we get married, I need you to take my name. I need our children to be mine. I’m sorry. I want to introduce you as Ian Carter, my husband, not Ian Patterson-Carter. I want all of you without you holding anything back. I need you to be mine.”
He touched his face.
“When I ask, and you say yes, we’ll get married, and I’ll gladly take your name. I want to be Ian Carter, but I have an addendum.”
Oh, boy.
“What?”
“When we’re alone and getting our kink on, I still want to be Mr. Patterson. I think that spices it up a little if you’re getting off with that man. It will remind me of our little fun last night. He was the man you went wild with.”
Gryphen grinned.
“Oh, Baby, you’re always going to be Mr. Patterson when I’m fucking you. That’s a given.”
Ian stared into your eyes.
“I need you, my Lord. Please can we get done?” he asked, moving closer to him. The man’s scent and body were making him insane.”
“God. Yes. Hurry and sign my paper.”
That worked for him.
“Because I want to make you cum down my throat and in my ass all night long.”
God.
He loved how Ian was up front and said what he wanted.
“Sign. Now,” he demanded, handing it to him.
He did just that, and drew a little heart after his name. Then, he handed it back to Gryphen.
After he signed it, he put it in the envelope, and sealed it.
“The deal is done. We’ve officially bound ourselves together, Ian. There’s no way out.”
He was aware.
“I know, my Lord,” he said, going into his role since they were alone in the bedroom.
“There’s one thing left,” he said, getting up. “I have something for you. I got you a gift to commemorate this night, and how we’ve decided to begin this agreement.”
Ian wasn’t sure what he had.
“My Lord, what is it?” he asked.
God.
Just the fact that he was doing what they’d agreed to made him want to please this man sexually for days.
Getting up, he pulled something from the nightstand.
“Come here, Mr. Patterson,” he said.
Then, he handed him the box.
When Ian opened it, he saw it was a beautiful platinum chain, and on it hung a rectangle. It was no longer than an inch.
“What’s customary is a Marine will give his lover, woman, man, whatever, one of his dog tags. It signifies that person is taken. That they belong to the person with the other tag, but I don’t carry mine with me. They are at The Fort safe. So, I got you something to bind you to me with our contracts.”
“You want me to wear this?”
“It says it all, and shows I’m dead serious about this. Read the back.”
‘PROPERTY.’
“Because that’s what you are, Ian. You’re mine. Going forward, you need to know that you are loved, cherished, and protected. I’ll give everything for you in and out of bed, and I’ll protect the family we create.”
“Oh, my Lord, it’s gorgeous.”
This was his last chance to escape.
“Do you accept the contracts we’ve come up with?” he asked. “And know that you now belong to me?”
Ian nodded.
“Yes, my Lord.”
Taking it out of the box, he hung it around Ian’s neck, and it laid on his chest.
The second he saw it on his body, Gryphen knew it was safe to let that darker, more demanding part of him free.
“You’re my personal property in and out of bed,” he whispered, biting him on the neck.
It made Ian moan, and his body go liquid with need.
“Yes, please,” he murmured.
Gryphen kept whispering in his ear.
“If there was a way that I could show everyone, I would, but consider yourself taken.”
When he turned him around, he roughly pulled him into his body.
“And now, Mr. Patterson, we fuck until we can’t fuck anymore.”
He found his mouth, and he destroyed him with a kiss. Their tongues tangled, and Gryphen controlled that mating of mouths. When he broke it, he pulled off his sweater, tossed it on the floor.
“My Lord, can we christen the new kilt?”
Gryphen smiled.
“Oh, well, I can make that happen. Wait for me on your knees,” he said before walking away.
Ian pulled off his socks, dropped his pants, and couldn’t wait for the man he loved to find what he’d done for him.
Then, he got on his knees, and looked at the bathroom door.
When Gryphen came out, he was shirtless, barefoot, and wearing the red tartan plaid kilt.
Ian’s dick popped out the hole in the front of his boxers the second he saw his man.
“My Lord,” he whispered, his mouth watering to taste this man.
“I think you know what you need to do, Mr. Patterson, since you were lucky enough to get a second day with me.”
Oh, he was lucky.
There was no doubt there.
“Service me, Mr. Patterson. After last night, surely you know what I expect of you,” he said.
Ian crawled, staying on his knees, and reached Gryphen. He could tell that the man was incredibly turned on by that action.
“Fuck, I need your mouth, Mr. Patterson. Make me cum, so I can take that ass of yours for the rest of the night.”
Sliding his hands up his thighs to reveal his prize, Ian started with his balls, playing with them with his mouth.
It was only right.
They came to the party first.
He sucked them into his mouth, and made Gryphen moan in pleasure. When he licked his thigh and nipped him, the man shook.
“Don’t be a cock tease, Mr. Patterson. That makes me want to put you over my knee.”
Oh, he wanted that in the worst way, so he kept teasing him, by getting his saliva on everything BUT his dick.
Gryphen’s erection was so hard, and Ian wanted that buried in him, but he had a gift to give him too.
It was clear Gryphen was getting frustrated, sexually. Cum dripped from the tip of his dick, and onto Ian’s neck.
“That’s it, Mr. Patterson. You think I’m playing, so let’s get this started. Drop your boxers and climb over my lap. I feel the need to pinken your cheeks.”
Gryphen sat on the edge of the bed.
He did as he asked, and when he climbed over his lap, he knew exactly when Gryphen saw the tattoo.
“Ian!” he whispered, reading the words.
‘My Lord Carter’s Property.’
He couldn’t believe his eyes.
“What did you do? How?” he asked, as Ian went back to kneeling in front of him.
“You gave me a gift, and I’m giving you the greatest gift I can give you. Me. I’m telling you that you own me, mind, body, and soul. That’s how much I love you.”
Oh, this was wild.
One of his conditions he’d written down earlier and erased was that Gryphen wanted to tattoo his name on Ian in the worst way, but he was afraid to even go there. The man’s skin was pristine, and he was inkless.
“How?” he asked.
Ian was honest.
“This morning, as you know, I didn’t sleep in. You were right. I was scheming, but you didn’t know the depth of it. The housekeeper’s boyfriend has a shop. Graham got him to come up to the bedroom, and he kept you busy while I got inked.”
Wait.
What?
“Ian.”
He stared into his eyes.
“Baby, that’s forever.”
Oh, he was aware.
“I wanted you to tell me to get your name on me, but I knew you’d never do it. So I’m doing it for you, Gryphen. You’re my everything, and now, you can’t walk away. We each made a promise. I’m wearing your name. I’m yours.”
He took his face in his hands, and stared into his eyes.
No one in his life had ever wanted to be associated to him like that. This was a gift.
It was one that he would never forget for as long as he lived. That was for damn sure.
“I love it, Ian. Thank you.”
“When he tattooed me, it was painful. I can’t believe I got through it. That’s why my ass hurt so much. Tattoos are brutal.”
Ian was excited, until he realized something was wrong.
Gryphen had stopped smiling.
“Are you okay?” Ian asked.
No, he wasn’t.
Why?
It just registered in Gryphen’s head.
Did he just say he was alone in their bedroom with another man and his pants had been down? Someone had stared at his property’s ass?
“Gryphen?” Ian asked, as that flush was moving up the man’s chest, and he didn’t look amused.
Finally, he spoke.
“A lot is wrong, Mr. Patterson.”
Ian was confused.
“I don’t understand.”
Gryphen explained.
“You broke the rules that we had even before the contracts tonight, and you kept a secret. I told you about Graham seeing my dick. You neglected to tell me that you took off your pants for a complete stranger and in our bed.”
Ian blinked.
Oh, boy.
When he said it that way, it sounded bad.
REAL.
BAD.
Gryphen wasn’t done.
“I do believe I warned you that if you tempted that darkness, it would come out.”
Ian swallowed.
“But…”
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.
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.
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.
“Um…well, I didn’t know it was going on his ass,” he said. “The rest...”
What was he going to say?
For some reason, he couldn’t think, and it was likely the large Marine in the kilt buried in the other man’s ass.
Ian moaned, when Gryphen punished him even more, landing his hand on his unmarred cheek again.
Ian dropped his head to the footboard.
“Please, my Lord. I’m going to cum,” he whimpered.
“You will not, Mr. Patterson,” he said, and then went back to handling the situation. “Going forward, don’t help Mr. Patterson do anything that is going to get him in trouble,” he said, pulling out of his ass, and getting off the bed.
He was dick out, and it didn’t bother him in the least. The man had seen his dick last night helping him dress, so what was one more time.
Graham stared at his erection, and didn’t know what he was going to do. A part of him wished he was Ian.
Desperately.
“I won’t,” Graham finally said.
Only, Gryphen wasn’t done.
“Open, Mr. Patterson.”
Ian opened his mouth, and Gryphen proceeded to jerk off and cum, all while Graham stood there.
He moaned, and coated Ian’s tongue, chin, and footboard with a boatload of cum.
When he opened his eyes, Ian was desperate. He knew that look.
When he turned, he dropped his kilt and he stared at the man.
“Now, if you don’t mind, I’ll continue punishing him. I do believe we’ve agreed not to help Mr. Patterson make me angry. The next time, you’ll find me fucking him on the kitchen Island because I own his body!”
What did he say to that?
He simply nodded.
Then, Graham ran for his life, and Gryphen laughed when he closed the door.
When he glanced back at Ian, there was cum dripping from his chin, and he had a wild look in his eyes.
“What do you have to say for yourself?” he asked.
“Please fuck me, my Lord. God. I need you to fuck me and make me cum,” he begged.
Well, since he asked, he undid the belt from the footboard, and pulled his very hard, very compliant man toward him.
Then, he sat with his back to the headboard. He had planned wild sex, but Gryphen wasn’t happy another man was alone with Ian and his perfect ass.
Rules were rules.
“Straddle my lap, but you may not take my dick in your ass until I’m ready for it.”
He obeyed, and it took everything he had.
Gryphen wanted him trapped. In his mind, he was thinking of all the ways he would enjoy his body.
“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.
He whimpered.
“Clean me off,” he said, releasing the leather belt.
Ian licked his chest, cleaning him up, and the whole time, he was hard again. When he played with Gryphen’s nipples, teasing them with his tongue, the man moaned.
“Oh, look. I’m hard again.”
He moved Ian off of him, and then bent him over the side of the bed. There, he fucked him.
Oh, and he fucked him hard.
Ian moaned, begged, and pleaded. He offered to blow him, and do anything, if he’d just cum in his ass.
So, Gryphen fought it.
Oh, and he fought hard.
When he was about to lose it, he pulled out, and Ian whimpered.
“Please, give me it,” he begged. “I need your cum, my Lord,” he whispered.
Gryphen turned him over, and laid him on his back. Then, he spread his legs so he could see what he was about to do to him.
Gryphen spit onto his asshole, and then got onto the bed. There, he slowly sank into the man.
Inch.
By.
Inch.
“Oh, fuck,” Ian whispered. “So full. God. Please. Just cum in me, my Lord,” he begged.
“Watch me fuck you, Ian. Open your eyes.”
He did as he was told, and he watched his ass being taken, as he had no choice.
Gryphen fucked him without mercy, driving his massive cock deep in his body.
The whole time, Ian whimpered.
“Tell me how much you want it,” he said.
Ian whimpered.
“Please.”
“Tell me, Ian. Tell me how bad you want me to pour my cum into that very willing, very pink ass of yours.”
He stared up into his eyes.
“Will you spank me again until I cum?” he whispered, his body so overwhelmed.
“Yes, tell me how bad you want it.”
Ian let go of any embarrassment, and was honest.
“I want your cum so badly. I wish you’d take me in the morning, filling me, and make me hold it in all day. I want your cum at night, so much I can’t keep it in me. I need you to fuck me, and fill me. I want to be your cum receptacle all the fucking time!” he said, and it did what he wanted.
It made Gryphen cum.
He exploded, pouring into Ian, wave after wave of hot stickiness.
There was so much, it oozed out around his dick, as he kept it in there.
“Please,” he whispered. “Punish me more, my Lord,” he begged, as he was dizzy with the eroticism.
Oh, well, he would.
“Keep my cum in that ass of yours, Mr. Patterson, or I won’t let you cum. I’ll stop.”
He nodded, and climbed over his lap. Then, and only then, Gryphen began delivering the swats that Ian craved.
“Oh, God,” he moaned, his body overwhelmed as his dick rubbed against Gryphen’s hard plastic prosthetic.
It hurt.
Oh, but it hurt so good.
“Mr. Patterson, your ass is so pink. You’re going to be very uncomfortable tomorrow. Too bad I didn’t save our horseback ride for then.”
He whimpered.
“Is that cum I see coming from your asshole?” he asked, spreading his cheeks, and running his finger over it.
Ian shook.
“Please,” he said. “I need to cum.”
He delivered more blows.
It was when he landed one on the tattoo, and Ian was pressed to the man’s hard plastic prosthesis, that he couldn’t handle it anymore.
HE CAME.
HARD.
Oh, and he came with a shout so loud, there was no way that Graham didn’t hear him.
Oh, but he wasn’t done.
He gave him a second to come back from the orgasm, and Gryphen was still angry.
Angry at Graham, mostly.
When Ian opened his eyes, Gryphen wasn’t done with him.
“What do you have to say to me?” he asked Ian, staring into his eyes.
“Please fuck me more, my Lord. Please. I need more of you.”
He grinned wickedly.
“Get on your knees, Mr. Patterson,” he said, and the man did.
As he walked into the bathroom, he watched Gryphen clean off his dick. It was still hard, and he was pretty sure the man wasn’t human.
Then again, his dick was hard too. It had everything to do with the cum he was still holding in his ass for the man.
Heading his way, he moved to the chair. It was by the fire, and he got comfortable.
“Mr. Patterson, your Lord needs your mouth,” he said, as he watched him crawl. “Bring the belt,” he said. “If you liked my hand, you’ll love the belt,” he stated.
Ian moaned.
Oh, God.
They were going to kill each other.
When he reached him, he made him put his hands behind his back, and he used the belt, for now, to restrain him.
“I want you to pleasure me, Mr. Patterson. To make up for your sins, you’re going to show me how appreciative you are for my cock.”
Ian moaned.
“God. Yes. Please,” he whispered.
“You may begin, but you may not use your hands. Mouth only,” he said.
As he leaned back in that chair, he watched the man he loved, and he couldn’t feel more for him than he did now.
With his teeth, he moved his kilt, and revealed his dick.
“My Lord, your cock is magnificent,” he whispered, still clenching his asshole with the load of Gryphen’s cum.
“Worship it, Mr. Patterson.”
And he did.
He began blowing him, using only his mouth, and he slid his erection in and out, offering Gryphen so much pleasure.
“Oh, you’re good at head, my property. So very good at sucking cock.”
He whimpered, his erection back up again, and knowing that he would never be the same again. They’d set the parameters, and they were wild.
His head bobbed.
When Gryphen pushed his head down his dick, choking him on his erection, he enjoyed the view.
Ian couldn’t breathe.
“Mr. Patterson, what would have happened had that man been less than honorable, and decided to rape what was mine?” he asked.
Ian squirmed.
Gryphen was not small, and he was shoved all the way down his throat.
“I would have had to hurt him. You cannot be so careless. You no longer own your body, Mr. Patterson. I do. So, I need to teach you a lesson.”
Ian was fighting.
When he looked up at him tears filled his eyes. Oh, and not from crying.
His eyes watered from the lack of air.
“Mr. Patterson, you look gorgeous with my dick down your throat.”
He moaned.
“Don’t fight. Accept it.”
When he stopped struggling, his eyelashes fluttered, and Gryphen set him free.
He slid his mouth off of his dick and gasped for air.
When he yanked him to his feet, Ian gasped. He was pulled into his lap, and his saliva lubricated Gryphen’s dick.
And he was forced down it.
“Oh, fuck!” he shouted, as Gryphen’s massive cock found a home again.
“Oh, well, if you insist. Make me cum, Mr. Patterson. Then, you’re going back over my knee to feel the belt on your pink ass, and then, I’m going to let you cum.”
He was bouncing, and the whole time, his dick bounced too. Sometimes, Gryphen would fondle his balls, and sometimes, he would jerk him off.
The whole time, it was torture.
“Apologize.”
“I’m sorry, my Lord! I’ll never do it again,” he whispered, so horny that he couldn’t figure out how this man knew to do all of this to him.
“I love feeling you on my dick, Mr. Patterson,” he said, playing with the necklace. It swung between his nipples, back and forth, mesmerizing him.
“Oh, God, please jerk me off,” he begged, as he could feel Gryphen getting harder and harder in his ass. “Please let me cum on you, my Lord,” he whispered.
Only, Gryphen didn’t touch his dick.
“No, I think I’ll let you get me off again, and I’ll make you kneel in the doorway with it open so when I make you jerk off, he really hears you shouting,
He moaned.
“Yes, please,” he whispered, his body coated in a sheen of perspiration. His legs were spread wide, since Gryphen wasn’t making this easy on him, and he was on his tiptoes bouncing.
It was torture.
And he loved it.
Fuck!
He loved him.
“More,” Gryphen said, rubbing the precum on the tip of his dick, and then licking it off his fingers.
He kept going, that full feeling in his ass.
“You know what, Mr. Patterson?” he asked. “I think we’re going to get you another tattoo.
Ian moaned.
“I think I want ‘My Lord’s Cock’ tattooed over my newest possession’s dick.”
Ian’s body shook.
“Oh, God,” he whispered. “I think we’ll have the man come back and finish it up. I like the idea of you marked for me. It is a magnificent cock.”
“Yes, my Lord! Please! I want that!” he whispered, his body so wracked with pleasure.
Gryphen’s hands went to his hips, and he began slamming him down, burying himself so deep in his ass. The idea of putting that over his dick…
It was too much to bear.
“I’m going to cum in your ass,” he muttered. “You’ll keep this load in you too!” he ordered, and then exploded apart, emptying himself in Ian.
The man on his lap moaned as he was held in place, and filled with more cum.
His body shook.
When Gryphen opened his eyes, he stared into Ian’s. The man was wild.
He was breathing so heavily that he knew he was done after this.
So, he’d make it good.
Slowly, he slid Ian up his dick, and when he was free, he clenched down that asshole to keep his cum contained.
Then, he walked him toward the door, and opened it.
Ian’s eyes went huge.
“Please,” he whispered.
Gryphen believed he was going to beg him not to do it, but he surprised him.
“Teach me to be obedient,” he finally said. “I need rules to be happy.”
Then, he’d do whatever he could to make the man feel safe and loved.
“To your knees.”
He dropped, and while he promised to belt his ass, he had better plans.
He crouched beside him, and started jerking him off. He knew he’d be loud.
“I’m going to enjoy making you cum for me,” he whispered in his ear. “Right now, he’s down there, pacing the kitchen, listening to you. He’s hard, and he wishes he was in your place. He would love to be owned by me, Mr. Patterson. You’re lucky your sleek body and tight ass pleases me.”
Ian moaned, leaning back into Gryphen as he jerked him off in the doorway.
“Please,” he begged.
“Please what.”
“Please let me cum,” he begged. “Please let me cum for you.”
He worked his dick up and down, making sure to change up the strokes.
Ian was frustrated, and his hips bucked.
“PLEASE! Make me cum! Please!” he shouted, not caring who heard. He needed his man to get him off before he died from this pleasure.
Gryphen whispered in his ear.
“I’m going to come home from work, tie you down, and spend hours just devouring your dick. I’m going to blow you over and over again until your cock is empty. I’m going to find ways to torture you to the point you can’t cum anymore. My balls will be empty when I spend hours fucking my property.”
He whimpered, his balls aching.
“Tell me to eat your cum, Mr. Patterson.”
He flushed red.
But he didn’t fight.
“Eat my cum! Please! God! Please!” he begged, his body bucking.
Gryphen landed a swat to his ass.
He screamed in pleasure and pain.
“FUCK!”
He jerked him off harder.
“These are your windows, Mr. Patterson. Beg me to suck your cock and let you cum.”
He said the words, his voice echoing down the stairwell.
There was no doubt the man downstairs would feel partially responsible for Ian’s discipline.
“Please suck my cock!” he basically shouted, as Gryphen worked his dick over.
When he began nibbling on his nipple, his whole body shook.
“Please give me permission to cum, my Lord. I’m about to cum!” he shouted. “Oh, God! I’m ready to cum for you and only you!”
Gryphen jerked him off harder.
That pleased him.
“I’m cumming!” he shouted, and he felt his balls tighten, and the last of his cum erupt from him.
As he did, Gryphen caught his dick in between his lips and sucked him off.
Oh, and he sucked him off brutally.
“Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!” he shouted. “I can’t!” he begged, his body bucking as not only did he cum, but Gryphen worked over the super sensitive tip of his dick.
It caused him to cum again, his body revolting from the pain and pleasure overload.
“My Lord! Fuck!” he shouted, as he felt his body being lifted up, and bent over the side of the bed.
Gryphen pounded him, so aroused by how he was shouting that he had one more in him.
For now.
He fucked him hard, and Ian screamed in pleasure and pain as his ass was taken. When Gryphen unbuckled his wrist as he fucked him, he made the leather crack.
“God! Yes! Please!” he begged, and he landed the mother of all lashes across his pink, sore ass.
It made Ian cum again, and Gryphen follow him off the edge. Cum oozed from Ian’s ass, as he was full.
“Oh, fuck!” Gryphen shouted.
God but that felt good.
As the room stopped spinning, he pulled out, and headed toward the door to close it. Then, he pulled back the bedding, and lifted Ian up to get him into bed.
After he took off his leg, he then crawled in to join him.
Immediately, Gryphen tucked Ian into his side, and they rested.
Ian was floating in the pleasure.
And that was how you thoroughly fucked your property.
With tenderness, Gryphen cupped his bottom, and lovingly tried to sooth it.
“Are you good, Baby?” he asked.
Ian began laughing.
“Fuck no. I’m a pervert. I don’t know how, but you topped last night.”
Gryphen grinned.
“Did I go too far?” he asked, knowing the man would know exactly what he meant.
Ian ran his fingers through Gryphen’s chest hair and sighed in contentment.
“No. You had every right to punish me. I broke the rules. I earned that fucking, and being embarrassed.”
God.
The man really was his.
“And it didn’t bother you at all?” he asked. “Because there’s a line, and I’m still learning. I just went with what riled me up, and anyone seeing you in bed with me gets me all stirred up.”
Ian reassured him.
“He couldn’t see anything. Well, he saw your spectacular dick, as you jerked off on my face. We’ll talk about that later when I can think. I think I’m dead. I think you fucked me to death.”
He grinned.
“Well, I can see the artery in your neck thumping, so I’m pretty sure you’re alive.”
Ian was calming down.
“Can I let the cum out of my ass now?” he asked.
Gryphen kissed his ear.
“No. Mr. Patterson. I like you full of my cum, but I will say that I won’t punish you if any gets out while you sleep. I might take your ass again though since I’m still horny. I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”
He rolled over and placed his head on his shoulder to nuzzle closer to him. His ass was out, and he had his leg over Gryphen’s hip.
Ian shivered.
“Cold, Baby?” he asked.
“A little. Don’t move though,” he said. “I’m comfortable.”
Yeah, so was he.
One of the best parts of sex with Gryphen was the talking they’d always do after the fact. It was nice to cuddle and spend those moments connecting.
“Are you happy with the tattoo?” Ian asked, pretty sure he was.
He just laughed.
“Absolutely. That’s what made me all wild. I’m still turned on over it. I’m just giving you a break. I like having Ian back for a little while too.”
“Me too, Gryphen.”
Now, though, Ian was curious.
“Were you serious about another tattoo?” he asked him.
“Yep.”
“This one hurt,” he said, being honest.
Gryphen laughed.
“Well, I have news for you. The one over your dick is really going to suck, but I’ll give you two things because you’re getting it done.”
He was curious.
“What?”
“I’ll kiss it and make it better after, because watching that man tattoo by your junk is going to get me out of control,” he said.
“And?”
“I’ll get ‘For Lord Carter’s Property over mine. So we both know whose dick they own.”
That gave Ian a thrill.
Moving up, he found his mouth and kissed him. The slow, erotic tangle of tongues was cathartic.
When they broke the kiss, Gryphen held him against his body. This was his happy place.
Oh, and he loved being there with this man.
“That tat is a precious gift to me. I’m sorry I had to punish you, but you set the rules. I’m going to have to punish you after the next tattoo too, especially if you get an erection during it.”
He gasped.
“Gryphen! I’m going to get one if you’re watching him give me a tattoo. I’ll know what you’re thinking about, and that’s going to get me hard.”
“I know. It’s a win-win for Lord Carter.”
He snorted.
“I see how this works now.”
Gryphen was curious.
“Do you mind that I’m a jealous, possessive brut who manhandles you like I do?”
He didn’t.
“I feel so loved. I feel cherished like I’ve never been before,” he said, touching the platinum tag hanging from his neck. “No one has ever loved or fucked me like you do, Gryphen Carter.”
God.
If he had that ring, he’d propose now.
Shit.
“Good. I can’t be anyone but me, and you bring it out in me, Ian.”
He knew how he felt.
“Let me have a nap, and you can punish me all over again. We’ll talk about how I’m going to disobey you next, so you have to spank me again.”
Oh, and he would. Ian could bet on it.
“Rest, my love,” he said, enjoying the scent of his mate against him.
He was just about to close his eyes when he heard the noise outside their door.
It appeared that they had company.
When there was a knock to the door, Gryphen laughed, grateful it wasn’t the ghost.
That was the LAST thing he needed now.
“It looks like your helper has come to see if I accosted you to the point you were trapped with me,” he said. “Or he came back to check out my dick again.”
He snorted.
“It’s up to you how you deal with him, my Lord. I’m going to let you do your thing. You take care of me, and I’m being taken care of now,” he said, stretching and slipping his leg between Gryphen’s.
“You can come in, Graham. I’m not getting out of bed,” he said, as Ian didn’t move next to him.
The man had his hand over his eyes.
“I’m just checking on Ian. I know you told me not to, but I was hired by Callen and Chris, and they specifically told me BOTH of you are to be safe and well. I heard the screaming…”
Oh, he bet he did.
“Then check on him,” he said.
When Graham moved his hand, it was clear to see Ian was good. The man was cuddled up with Gryphen, and looked content like a well-fed cat.
“Are you well, Ian?” Gryphen asked. “Your babysitter thinks I manhandled you a bit too much.”
Ian stretched, and Gryphen placed his hand proprietarily on the part of Ian’s ass that was sticking out from under the blanket.
He nodded.
“Yeah, my Lord, I’m good. You wore me out punishing me. I’m just sleepy.”
Graham focused on Gryphen once he heard directly from Ian that he was good. From the things he’d heard in the kitchen, he’d been…
Worried?
Curious?
Jealous?
Aroused?
“Then, I guess I can go to bed.”
Because he wasn’t sure how much longer they were going to be there, Gryphen laid down the law.
“He’s mine, Graham. I take care of him, and he’s more than safe with me. Anything that happens in our bedroom, he agrees to it. You can relax, or next time, I’ll get mean. Now, goodnight.”
He nodded, and headed out.
Then, he paused.
“Can I say one more thing?” he asked.
Gryphen nodded, and Ian just watched him from behind sleepy half-closed eyes.
“I’m sorry that I helped him today. I would be upset too if the person I loved, who was assaulted, was left with a stranger.”
And there was the apology, and Gryphen would forgive him.
“Thank you for that. I appreciate that you understand the situation I’m in, and how Ian isn’t the only one healing from what happened to him. I’ve been with him since he was hurt. I’ve had to watch him suffer, and I’m protective of him for a reason.”
“I understand.”
Before he could leave, Ian whispered in Gryphen’s ear, reminding him.
“Oh, Graham?” he asked, getting his attention.
“Aye?”
“I need to see if you can get the man who tattooed Ian today here tomorrow morning for me.”
He lifted a brow.
“To kill him?”
He stared at him like he was nuts.
“No, Graham. We want to get matching tattoos. What kind of lunatic do you think I am?” he asked, laughing. “I don’t kill people. Well, not anymore.”
He relaxed.
“Aye, I can ask him to come. Anything else?” he asked, watching them in bed.
Gryphen shook his head.
“I think we’re done.”
With that, Graham just backed out.
“Good night, Ian,” he said. “And good night, Lord Carter,” he stated, closing the door behind him.
When he was gone, Ian laughed.
“If I disappear, he’s going to try and get into your kilt,” he said. “Don’t believe my death was an accident.”
Gryphen snorted.
“Nah, he’ll be okay. He’s totally going to go jerk off and be over it,” Gryphen stated. “If you’ve seen one Marine fucking, you’ve seen twenty.”
Ian was curious.
“Did he still have an erection?”
Oh, he absolutely did, and he was pretty sure in his position, he’d have one too.
“Yep.”
Ian snorted.
“Sucks to be him. Let him find his own Gryphen. This one is taken. Trust me, my Lord, it wasn’t me he was watching when he came into the room both times.”
Yeah, well, Gryphen was taken.
“Oh, Mr. Patterson, I love when you get so bossy. It means I get to spank you.”
Ian just nuzzled him.
And that was the part that Ian loved best.
That he was owned by Lord Carter.
The love of his life.