Page 13 of Designation Prey

“Of course.”

“I’ll tell you what it does, anyway, because you’re awake now. It takes your temperature, measures the blood in your oxygen, measures inflammation, and can pick up the traces of hormones that your body secretes through its skin. It’s a good way to tell if a submissive or Dominant is struggling.”

Daniel frowns.

Liam puts it over the gland, holding it until it beeps. He looks at the monitor for a moment, hand steady on Daniel’s thigh, reassuring him as the information scrolls by. Liam moves to his other gland and touches it. There’s a flinch. He meets Daniel’s gaze. “Is that good or bad?”

“I don’t know.”

“I want to touch you there again. Can I?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“What do you prefer? A little pressure? A rub?”

“I don’t know,” he says.

“Can I try both?”

Daniel nods.

Liam smiles reassuringly. “You’re lovely. Doing a good job for me.” He presses gently at the side of the gland and Daniel’s cock oozes fluid. This side is definitely bigger and hotter. He rubs gently around the gland with big circles. Daniel’s head goes back on the pillow as he holds his breath. His neck muscles stand out in hard relief and the arousal in his scent spikes hard.

And just like that, his cock twitches and he releases onto his stomach, another puddle of fluid, and Daniel grinds his ass down into the bed.

“There we go. Good, Daniel.”

Liam glances down between the submissive’s legs and can see him squeezing, the faint ripple along his taint, ass clenching, his body wanting to get sensation on the glands tucked inside his passage.

When it’s over, Daniel whimpers and hauls in a deep breath. It’s a surprisingly weak release, considering how much grinding and panting he was doing.

“Good job. Lovely.”

Daniel gasps, covering his face with his arm. Liam watches him calm down. Then the boy puts a hand down to the mess and lifts his fingers to his mouth.

“Sweetheart, don’t clean that up. You’ve got too many bad toxins at the moment.”

Daniel looks mortified. “I can clean up my mess,” he whispers. His tone is odd.

“Do you like cleaning it up or do you just clean it up because you should?”

“The least I can do is be tidy,” he says softly.

“Who told you that?”

He takes too long to answer. “I don’t know.”

“Okay. Well, you’re too uneven to engage in come play unless it’s mine. And you’ll probably get a lot of mine while we sort you out. We can talk about it again when you’re settled. Okay?”

“What’s going to happen to it?” Daniel asks, which seems like an utterly bizarre question. Liam smiles and reaches for a Kleenex or three. He wipes Daniel up and throws it into the trash. “Problem solved.”

“They’ll want it, won’t they? We can’t tell them,” Daniel says, sounding worried.

It’s startling, the reminder that this is a submissive whose body hasn’t been his own for a long time. He’s used to his bodily fluids belonging to others. “You’re mine right now. It’s just us. I don’t need that and neither do you.”

Daniel still looks concerned.

“It can be our secret, if you want.”

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