Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 7

arduously against the hand that still held him, and Ty was forced to reorganize his thinking, because his thinking was lacking any focus. "Yes."
    "You feel weak?"
    "Yes."
    "Millions of people spend hours of their days on their knees…" Chase muttered while his hand moved higher, against Ty's jaw now. And his eyes were lower again, looking at the spot of skin where his thumb moved. Against Ty's skin, against his lip now. Screwing up his thinking, distorting his thoughts. "They eat on their knees. They pray on their knees. Does that make them weak? Does that make them worthless?"
    Ty tried to concentrate but he wasn't sure which he should be focused on; the voice or the touch. Both pulled him deeper into the dark haze he had managed to escape once already. No way out now. "No, it doesn't."
    "So why would it make you any of those things either?" Chase asked while brushing his thumb across Ty's lips, once, twice. Slowly luring those lips to open and they did, invited the finger inside. "I told you to kneel for me. Nothing else. What I said I want to do is what I want, not what I'm going to do. So all you had to do was kneel."
    Ty thought of answering, arguing, but he was unable to do so when the thumb was pressed against his tongue, inside his mouth now. And without even thinking he sucked it in, deeper into the warmth. And though he realized how very revealing it was, his throat gave in to the vibration rising from his chest, exposing the small sound of desire that was like a knife through his mind. Chase didn't really need any more weapons against Ty and he still gave him one more. And that sound brought the satisfaction into those eyes, like tiny sparks gleaming in the blueness of those beautiful eyes.
    Chase grinned and leaned a little closer, bringing his mouth right next to Ty's ear while he pinned Ty's chin between the thumb buried in the heat of Ty's mouth and the remaining four fingers still held against his skin. "I think you haven't done this for anyone before…and I find it very arousing that you're doing it for me now. And I'll have you on your knees for me many, many times, and by the time I'm done, you'll realize that's exactly where you should be."
    Ty was sure he kept quiet, but somehow a small gasp managed to roll out of him. And it wasn't the finger that made him feel like he was betraying his inner self, it was the voice spoken softly into his ear. And Chase murmured his approval right into the centre of Ty's consciousness while he pulled his finger out and brushed the moisture against Ty's lips.
    "Feeling better now?"
    "Yes." Holy shit…was that his voice? Ty followed Chase's movements with his eyes while the man returned to his position in front of Ty, still crouching and leveled as he was. "See…? Not hard at all."
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    The work done on Ty's lower abs healed as planned. The wounds on his self-respect did not. They got new bandages every now and then, because every time he met Chase he felt good. Every time he was alone he felt like shit because then he was convinced he had lost his mind. It didn't help that Chase got him lured deeper and deeper into some fucked up dimension that was created by a low voice and tempting words that were really empty but held millions of promises and that world existed simply for the pleasure of one man.
    And that man was not Ty.
    He hated the feel of the floor under his knees. He hated the way his feet just gave in at some point while Chase kept looking at him and talking with a voice that was as soft as velvet and still sharp enough to cut through thick paper. He hated the restriction created by his own belt around his wrists. He was pretty sure Chase had actual cuffs or shackles but it was probably his dislike towards the gesture that made Chase use Ty's belt. And he did it all the time. Every time Ty was at the shop he ended up on the floor with his hands tied behind his back and Chase wasn't even remotely interested in how sick it made Ty feel. Physically ill.
    Implant training. That was what Chase called it. Ty didn't care what it was, he still hated it. And still he ended on the floor every time. And still he hated the unfulfilled hunger even more, because he did grow hard while kneeling on the floor and that was even sicker than every other sensation he was having. And as if Chase had known how incredibly difficult it was for Ty to face up to getting his kicks out of something even more twisted than pain alone, the guy didn't even touch him. Just like