Page 14 of Designation Prey

“Okay. Uh, thank you,” Daniel says. He chews on his bottom lip and glances at Liam, up and down his body and then away. His eyes close for a long moment. And then his hips lift, he grinds into the bed once more, and his cock leaks again.

“You’ll do a lot better when you have something inside to squeeze against.”

Daniel’s eyes widen in horror. “I didn’t do anything.”

Sure, Liam thinks, but leaves it alone.

“Do you want to show me how you express your glands?”

Daniel shuts down, turning away from him. “I don’t do that. That isn’t something I like, I promise.”

Which is a total lie. Daniel does like it because all submissives like it. Besides, Liam could see him clenching, trying to milk them, which is practically impossible without something inside his anus. They’re tucked right inside and get massaged by a Dominant’s cock. Most submissives come from the rubbing and pressure.

And if there’s a knot involved then the orgasm can become overwhelming if they’re fucked for too long. Submissives are almost guaranteed to go into subspace from the discomfort and extended painful pleasure of a knot lodged against their squeezing gland.

“Why not?” Liam asks, not wanting to assume anything.

“I don’t touch myself. I’ve learned not to.”

“Sweetheart, you’re a submissive. You need certain things to be healthy. Saying nothing will make me happier than lying. Understand?”

“What do you think I’m lying about?” Daniel asks, looking innocent.

“You touch yourself. To say that you’ve learned not to is ridiculous.”

“What are you going to do?” he asks, expression blank. “You’ll lock me up? Isolate me? Come up with some chemical to solve the problem? Maybe a surgery? How about you tell me now what you’ll do to me,sweetheart, so we can stop this bullshit where you pretend to be nice to me,” Daniel says, so much venom in his tone he’s practically spitting.

“If you don’t like ‘sweetheart,’ I won’t say it,” Liam responds easily enough. He leans over and stops the recording, deciding Daniel’s trust has now become the priority. For a submissive with this high of a designation to be so hostile towards a Dominant he sexually responds to, to shut down his instincts at every opportunity, to lie—well, the only conclusion is that Daniel has been very badly handled indeed.

“I’ll deal with you the same way I’d deal with any misbehaving boy: let you know that I’m unhappy and spank the hell out of you. You’d be touching yourself then, princess.”

The boy blushes. He blinks repeatedly, as if he’s shocked. “Princess. No.” He seems to run out of words. Another long blink. “I don’t touch myself. I’ve learned not to. I’m not—I don’t want to make you mad, Sir.”

“I’m sure you don’t. A submissive with your designation would hate to make their Dominant mad.”

Once Daniel is secure in their relationship of submissive and Dominant then hopefully the situation will resolve itself naturally because Daniel will trust him. But if it doesn’t, then Liam will take steps to make sure Daniel understands that lying to the Dominant who’s responsible for his care isn’t acceptable.

But it shouldn’t come to that.

“You’re submissive, so you need a Dominant to take care of you—a very high-level one who can get you into subspace so you don’t have a hormonally induced drop. You’ve got both physical and mental needs, and it’s even more important for someone special like you to have a partner you match up with.”

“And that’s you?” Daniel asks.

“Honestly, I’m not sure. I hope so. But you’re a little out of my league, if we’re being honest. The problem is that you’re so high needs that we can’t even find a Dominant who would be a good match for you. Your equivalent is probably… well, not sane.”

“Killed.”

Liam doesn’t have a response. He clears his throat. “I think the trick will be making sure I can give you enough to keep you content. Lying, for example. What might a Dominant who is equal to you do if you lied?” he asks and tries to meet Daniel’s gaze, but Daniel turns his attention to the wall, a flush of shame climbing up his cheeks.

He doesn’t answer.

“Daniel?”

“I don’t know,” he whispers.

“Guess.”

“Do you think my father will die?” he asks.

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