Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 7

accomplishing."
    "I think it is," Chase said. The background was completely silent now and Ty regretted not turning on the TV or the stereo when he'd returned home. Hearing nothing but Chase's voice and now not even that was like venom on his self-control. "Was it the pain that did it for you?"
    Ty pondered the words. He could say no and make a complete fool out of himself, because Chase already knew that would be a lie. And still it wasn't just the pain.
    "Yes," Ty said, closing his eyes and dropping whatever was left of his self-preservation. "And no."
    "So what else was it?" Now he was tempting, on purpose. Turning Ty into a wiggling mess without as much as working for it. "I think you know that one without asking."
    "True. But I'd still like to hear you say it."
    "Well don't hold your breath 'cos I'm not going to." Chase laughed, low and like gravel, every breath of laughter washing over Ty and making his gut ache again. "Feisty, huh?"
    "Just self-assured." It was easier to talk now, without seeing Chase and without any tantalizing buzzing around because without the sound Ty could almost convince himself he wasn't going to be that easy. That he wasn't going to fall again and that he could actually keep himself together instead of becoming someone he could hardly recognize.
    "You know…" Chase muttered and the line got filled with all kinds of rattle when the guy apparently repositioned himself. Ty tried to think about other options than Chase being back in bed, because thinking of that made it impossible to think of anything else. And anything else was better than the thought of Chase in between sheets, because anything else would be less dangerous to Ty's sanity. "I've had people go all horny while getting tattooed. It's actually quite normal if the ink is being done anywhere close to the genitals and that's cool. If someone get's their kicks while getting printed, who the hell am I to judge. But there are other ways of getting your fix, you know… Less expensive. And actually much more enjoyable too."
    Just the thought made Ty smile. "Yeah…well I don't do that."
    "Do what? Spanking? Whipping?"
    "Yeah, that. I don't do it," Ty went on, quickly cutting the line of suggestions because suddenly none of the things he had thought of as a waste of time while he was concerned, were a waste of time at all.
    "You ever tried it?"
    "Actually I have."
    "And judged by your definite opinion of not doing it, it didn't go too well."
    "It was probably the most pitiful attempt to have any kind of interaction with another human being I have ever gone through."
    "That bad, huh?" Chase asked. Ty frowned, wondering why the hell he was even talking about the subject because Chase was just someone who did Ty's tattoos. He wasn't even a friend, not even a buddy. Just…nothing really. But still Ty talked, and he ended up telling the whole thing. Every amusing detail without even thinking if he shouldn't spill so much to someone he knew nothing about. But by the time he had shared the whole story, very vividly explaining every embarrassing detail, Chase was laughing out loud and very clearly understanding why it had been as pitiful as it had.
    "Oh hell…he stomped his foot?"
    "Yes…three times. I counted because he stood on the bed while telling me to scream his name and he almost fell on the floor. But I didn't laugh," Ty said and dropped his head against the back of the couch. "I think I just rolled my eyes. Or…yawned. He obviously didn't like that."
    "Well it might be a bit hard to be all in control and dominating if your sub is close to falling asleep."
    "I wasn't his sub." The word was nasty even while said through the line. Ty didn't like it, not one bit. "And he wasn't my dom. That I never did."
    "Aha…so you don't like to be told what to do, you don't like to be ordered around, tied down or restricted in any way."
    "Yeah, that's pretty accurate," Ty agreed and enjoyed the flowing cascade of words skipping through the line. "Okay…then tell me why you creamed yourself on my table a week ago, only after I gave you permission to do so?"
    Ty's eyes snapped open, his sight focusing on the black TV screen and words he had just heard rumbled in his head. He had done that, hadn't he?
    You may.
    Oh shit.
    "Just like any other type of sex, BDSM happens between the ears, not between the legs. If your ex-partner thought he could make it all happen with lashing some whip, he was way off. But you should really give it another try