Page 30 of Designation Prey

“No. That’s not what I told you to do. Be good for Daddy.”

“Don’t,” he whispers and looks around at the cars on either side of them, shocked at the idea, stupidly weak from Liam calling himself Daddy. As if it’s the cheat code to his arousal. One word, is that all it takes? “I didn’t mean that.”

Liam gives him a heated look. “I know. Go on. Put your seat back if you need to. I know you’re shy, honey. But Daddy told you what to do.”

Daniel looks at Liam, at how he’s watching him, and he fumbles with the buttons of his shirt, need and desire making him frantic to obey. A button pops off, he’s so clumsy.

“There they are. God, so lovely. Cup them and just squeeze.”

“Daddy,” he whimpers, and then he obeys. Daniel wants to obey, it feels good to obey, but he needs his Dominant to be the one to touch him. Touching himself isn’t enough.

“Open up that shirt a little more. I can’t see. Fuck, I need to see your tits, baby.”

Daniel shivers in his seat, anxiety and arousal spiking in equal measure. He opens the shirt a bit more, and then cups and squeezes even harder.

“Show Daddy what you like.”

“I don’t know what I like!” he bursts out, aroused and overwhelmed, anxiety coiling through him. “I don’t want to do this for me! I want to do it for you!”

Liam laughs, amused. As if Daniel’s misery is funny because he’s no better than a pet. “Pretty boy. Fine, we’ll just do what I like. You might regret that when we get home. When I can’t resist and get impatient.”

“Yes,” Daniel hisses, pinching his nipples hard at the idea.

“That’s right. Focus on your nipples. You want them pink and warm. Puffy. I’ll put my mouth on them when we get home. Give Daddy something nice to suck on while I take you.”

He squeezes gently, and when they come to a light, Liam reaches over, cups his big hand over Daniel’s chest and rubs his nipple. Liam pinches it up with two fingers and it’s so good compared to what Daniel was doing to himself. They’re harder and deeper pinches, encompassing more than just the very tips of his nipples. “Like that. Is that better, baby?”

“It’s making me swollen inside,” he confesses. “It’s a lot.”

“I bet. Do you think people are looking, Daniel?”

“Don’t, Daddy. Please,” he whispers, and Liam chuckles.

“Is that another ‘don’t’ that means do?”

He huffs in arousal. Agreement.

“It’s difficult, isn’t it, sweetheart? Good boy, obeying when you don’t want to. Just give in.”

Daniel can’t think, can’t answer. Five minutes later, he’s drifting. His eyes are closed, mouth slack as he keeps touching his nipples, touching them exactly like Liam was. His head keeps rolling to the side, that’s how weak he is. Then he’s shivering in pleasure.

His legs spread so his cock and balls have more room, everything aching pleasantly below the waist, his tits hot and tingly inside. The more he touches them, the harder it is to ease off. And yet, his frustration is growing. He needs more. So much more. It should be his Dominant’s hands on him. He makes a sound and his Dominant chuckles.

“There you go, keep doing that. Make sounds for me. We’re almost there and then we’re gonna get you knotted.”

“Thank you.”

Time passes. In the back of his mind, all he can think is that he’s finally getting what he deserves.

12

Liam pulls up to a cabin and turns off the car. The ignition turning off pulls him out of the pain-filled haze he’d been drifting in.

“Okay, pretty baby. Stop touching those tits. Leave your shirt unbuttoned. It’s coming off as soon as we’re inside.”

“But I should cover up.” It’s a token protest. He’s so pink and sensitive that the very idea of fabric against his skin sounds unpleasant. He shifts in his seat. “Oh, no,” he says, worried.

“What’s wrong?”

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