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presence made him feel. The collars he’d worn in the past were for show, accessories to complement the outfit Blake had chosen for him, but with even those small bands of belonging around his neck, Ty had walked a little straighter, a little prouder. The feelings the collar brought out in him, he could only assume, were like those caused by a wedding ring—an outward sign of the commitment made to another person.
    Ty’s skin prickled as goose bumps covered his body, and he fought to keep his breathing even when Blake moved to stand before him. “So proud of you, boy,” Blake whispered, running his hand through Ty’s hair, and then he did something that shocked Ty even more than the statement of collaring. Blake dropped to his knees in front of Ty, placed a finger beneath Ty’s chin, and lifted his head until their eyes met.
    Blake smiled at him, a hopeful gleam in his dark-brown eyes, and held out a silver collar. “This is more than a sign of ownership, boy,” Blake whispered for Ty’s ears only. “It’s a symbol of my commitment to you and yours to me.”
    Forcing his gaze away from those soft brown eyes, Ty looked down and accepted the collar. The silver-colored metal was heavy and cool beneath his fingers as he ran them along the polished surface, but it warmed quickly in his hand. When he turned it the lights reflected off the gold that covered the inside of the collar. Ty’s breath hitched when he read the inscription.
    Alongside their entwined initials were the words: Forever His.
    “Before you say yes, know that once it’s riveted on, it won’t come off.” Blake ran his fingers gently over Ty’s where he held the collar. “It’s permanent and indestructible, Ty, just like my commitment to you.”
    Ty took a deep breath and wiped his eyes before meeting Blake’s gaze once again. “Scars and all?”
    “Scars and all,” Blake echoed with a soft smile on his handsome face.
    Blake then helped Ty to his feet. He was a little off-balance with the swell of emotions surging through him, but Blake steadied him and took the collar. “Jason, if you’d be so kind,” Blake said, holding the collar out. “My boy has accepted.”
    The applause, shouts, and whistles from their friends snapped Ty back to where they were and his cheeks heated. The embarrassment of having an audience for such a private moment was quickly forgotten, however, as Blake ushered him over to where Jason stood next to a small table.
    “Display,” Blake ordered before he walked to the table and picked up a small silver band.
    Ty’s hands went behind his back, and he shifted his feet slightly until his position and posture were perfect. His body responded to the elation of what was about to happen, his flesh warming and his cock hardening.
    Blake brought the band over and showed it to Ty. It was almost identical in design to Ty’s collar, the same silver metal with gold lining, only smaller in size. Blake tilted it and moved it closer so Ty could read the inscription. It was identical to his.
    “It works both ways,” Blake said softly.
    Ty swallowed hard and nodded. Everything just seemed so surreal, or maybe he was just dreaming. The last year had certainly been a fantasy. Blake coming into his life, moving to New York City, he was a club owner for God’s sake, and now a commitment not just as Blake’s submissive but as his partner in every sense of the word. Damn, he didn’t know if he wanted to laugh or cry.
    Both emotions battled for supremacy and as an effect, Ty stood there trembling with his heart in his throat. He more than likely looked like a complete and utter fool since he was also aroused as hell, watching as Blake sat down in a chair next to the table where Jason had his tools laid out.
    Blake, however, looked completely composed and sure of himself as he rolled up the right sleeve of his dress shirt, winking at Ty as he laid his exposed forearm on the table. “You don’t think I would allow anyone to do