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Anything you want to say before we go in?”
    Ty smiled at him and shook his head. “I just plan to follow your lead, Sir.”
    Blake leaned over and pressed a kiss to Ty’s lips. “I plan to flaunt my business partner’s… assets, among other things,” he teased and kissed his boy again before turning serious. “I’m proud to have you at my side tonight.”
    “Thank you, Sir. I’m proud to be there.”
    Blake smiled and stepped out of the car, then hurried around to open the door for Ty. As soon as Ty was out, Blake entwined their fingers. “Our public awaits, boy.”
     
     
    T Y WAS relieved when the bulk of the staff finally left, leaving behind what Blake would consider his closest friends. The nice intimate group meant he could finally sit back and relax. Everyone had been great upon hearing the club’s transfer of ownership, and Ty and Blake spent most of the night shaking hands and being congratulated. Luckily for him, Blake had given the speech and laid out their vision for the club, so he’d only had to stand at Blake’s side and smile. He still wasn’t quite used to the idea of being an owner, but he had to admit the idea was growing on him.
    He’d just opened a bottle of water and taken a long pull, relaxing onto one of the leather stools next to Micah, when Blake approached him. Blake gave a curt nod to Micah before saying, “Follow me, boy.”
    The authoritative tone in Blake’s voice had him jumping to his feet. Ty stole a glance toward Micah, who had a wide grin on his face. Obviously his friend was privy to information Ty wasn’t, and he had to fight the urge to stick his tongue out at the smiling bastard as he hurried to follow Blake.
    Ty could easily read Blake’s body language. His back was straight, head held high, and his steps were measured. Ty fell back on his training and walked to heel behind his Dom, posture perfect and eyes low.
    Blake led him to the center of the stage in front of a leather-bound bench. “Strip and kneel, boy,” Blake ordered without turning away from their small audience.
    Ty’s eyes went wide, and he hesitated as the shock of Blake’s words hit him. He recovered quickly, however, keeping his eyes low as he unbuttoned his shirt and dropped it while kicking off his shoes. A tendril of unease and excitement trickled down Ty’s spine. Seldom did he and Blake play in public. It wasn’t that either one of them was modest—far from it. But Blake’s possessiveness ran deep and unless the situation demanded it, he rarely put Ty’s body on display in front of others.
    Removing his pants and socks, Ty swallowed down his confusion, put his complete trust in Blake, and went silently to his knees, careful to ensure his posture was flawless.
    “Today was a very special day for me and my boy,” Blake said, addressing their friends. “It means a great deal to us that you are here and were able to share in our good news.”
    Out of his peripheral vision, Ty watched Blake nod and a man he’d only just met tonight, Jason, got to his feet. Carrying a wooden box just slightly smaller than a shirt box, Jason joined them on stage and handed the box to Blake. “Thank you.”
    Jason nodded and then moved past his line of vision, his footsteps sounding behind Ty a few strides and then stopping, before Blake spoke again. “Today is special for another reason. In the last year, my boy and I have had to face many obstacles, but we’ve overcome them together. I’m so proud of him and before anyone can ever question who he belongs to again, I’m collaring him.”
    Wait.
    What?
    The word “collaring” was like a bomb strike Ty hadn’t seen coming and his head started to lift, reeling from the shock, but he caught himself at the last moment and kept his position. Holy fuck, he couldn’t have heard Blake correctly.
    The few times Blake had fastened a leather collar around his neck, he’d loved the way it felt. Not in the physical sense so much, but more in the way its