Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 7

landed on his face and jaw and chest and some probably even on his hair bathed him in self-proclaimed glory, lighting Ty from within and never in his life had he been happier. More pleased. More satisfied. It didn't matter that he was painfully hard and appeared to have no way out of his over-aroused state. He didn't need to come. Chase had and that was all that mattered. And the man who had probably pulled a few hairs out of Ty's head and whose erratic movements had hurt Ty's throat, now let go of him, again very slowly and controlled while his breathing settled and he seemed to regain his calmness. Ty missed the fingers as soon as they were gone, missed the feel of them against his scalp and the way they had held him in place.
    He felt something soft wipe his cheeks and his chest, the last of what Chase had left on him getting removed, and while he missed even those small marks, he loved the touch of that softness. And the softness soon turned into something else, when he felt the warmth of Chase's breath on his face and the voice that had always smothered him whispered words that made a wave of anticipation rise inside Ty. "You're doing well, Ty. Very well. And you will continue doing well, because as long as you are here, you will do anything you can to please me. Won't you Ty?"
    "Yes." To all questions, to all truths.
    The hand returned into his hair and it hurt so much worse this time. "Now get up." And Ty was sure he wouldn't have needed to use his feet or his abs or any other part of his body because Chase literally pulled him up from the floor, causing Ty to moan when the burn spread across his scalp. But the man who had had his way so far and was going to have it for a long time, simply chuckled and steadied Ty while his legs were a little wobbly.
    Few words, only a few, and Ty was sinking again. "Ready for pain, Ty?"
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    The fact that he'd lost the understanding of being completely naked was a little alarming. Especially since he was the only one, Chase was still fully clothed. When he chose to haul Ty somewhere, Ty imagined being in the centre of the open space, and he seemed perfectly calm again. He felt the shackles leave his left wrist while they hung on to his right and he wanted to come up with a word that would tell Chase to put them back. He needed them back.
    "Hands up," Chase said, cutting the line of thoughts and Ty raised his hands, palms up and slowly coming higher and higher while he waited to be told to stop moving. "Above your head."
    Oh…
    Ty did as told and then he felt the leather band getting wrapped around his left wrist again. He felt relieved for one short moment before he tried lowering his arms and found he was unable to do so. Something held his hands up, something above his head. And he then realized he couldn't really move at all. No way to even take a step back, because he couldn't stretch his arms far enough.
    "You can struggle if you like but the steel hook on the ceiling will probably win."
    Ty swallowed, closing his eyes behind the blindfold and forced himself to stay in place. This was what he wanted, and this was what he'd asked for. And what he'd wanted, Chase was now completing so perfectly, Ty was still humming.
    The man didn't say a word. But Ty could feel him moving in slow circles around him; looking, seeing, witnessing. Chase's creation. Chase's piece of art. His masterpiece, not Ty's.
    "You know what I like the most about pain?" Chase asked. His voice carried from somewhere to Ty's left and he moved his head on an instinct towards the source. Ty barely managed to shake his head and he wasn't sure if Chase could see because Ty's arm was probably blocking the view. But then the man was closer again and his hand slid against Ty's abs. Palm on skin, slowly rising higher over the lean muscles. "It's the moment when you realize that there is only one way out."
    Scratching now, short nails marking tender skin, tensing the muscles beneath the skin and firing bullets made of promises straight through Ty. "And that between you and that one way there is me. And you won't get out until I let you go."
    Higher and higher, until Ty felt Chase's palm leave his skin and all that was left were two fingers, and those two squeezed around Ty's right nipple. And he didn't even try to smother the moan that left his body when the grip gradually tightened, tighter and tighter, until it stopped. And Ty trembled only when it was no longer there.
    "When you creamed yourself on my table,