Page 33 of Designation Prey

Liam is hungry for Daniel. Pupils blown wide, cheeks flushed. He presses his cock to Daniel’s mouth and Daniel opens, licks, flavor exploding across his tongue. He moans and sucks hard, tries to take his Dominant deep and instantly chokes.

He whimpers.

His Dominant pulls out and Daniel swallows, running his tongue around his mouth, trying to get more flavor. God, it makes him weak.

“Fuck, greedy little thing,” Liam growls, sounding pleased.

Daniel blushes.

Liam strokes his cock and massages his knot. “One greedy hole at a time, sweetheart.”

His legs shake at the promise. It’s difficult to stay on his hands and knees. His elbow bends. He tilts to the side and Liam grabs his hips, keeping him up.

Daniel pants. “Sorry.”

“Oh, honey. Can you stay in position or not? I’ve got a breeding bench, if you need it.”

He gathers his strength and gets back into position. His hole clenches and relaxes and he spreads his legs wider. He hears the drip of his slick hit the quilt, his stupid hearing too good. He looks and sees another drip. “That’s good, Daniel. That’s a good submissive, right there. Cockhungry. Good submissives drip, don’t they?”

Daniel knows that’s true, too. But if that’s true then why was it bad if he dripped? Why did he get in trouble?

Liam runs his hand down Daniel’s back as he goes to the foot of the bed, climbs up on it, and gets into position behind Daniel, fingers sliding down to touch Daniel’s hole, and Daniel’s legs give out. “Oh! I can’t!”

Liam laughs and lies over him, pressing him down into the bed, his heavy cock slotting between Daniel’s cheeks.

“You can’t? You can’t? What a perfect thing to say. I’m proud of you, baby.”

Weakness overcomes him. He can’t move. Can barely breathe, he wants it so much.

“I love it. I fucking love it, Daniel. So goddamned submissive you don’t have the strength to stay on your hands and knees. Goddamn, I didn’t even dream you’d get so soft and weak. That’s fucking perfect, baby. You really fucking are. Daddy will get you on the bench and then you can just take it—be limp and weak and let it happen. Poor thing. You’ll love it that way. Hang on a second, sweetheart.”

Liam gets off the bed, hands wide and running down Daniel’s back and his thighs before he leaves him there.

Daniel lies there and breathes. He tries to rut gently into the bed, but it’s not right. His cock is too sensitive or not sensitive enough. It almost hurts, and any movement is difficult, as if he’s in quicksand or drugged.

He whimpers.

A blanket gets put down on the ground near the bed, and Daniel admires the flex of his Dominant’s muscles, the heavy weight of his cock. It’s against his stomach but when he bends down, it dips, like it’s too heavy.

Daniel’s eyes close. He hears a door, then something big is set down.

“Okay. I’ll help you. Come on, baby.”

Liam places his hands on Daniel’s shoulders, encouraging him to get up. It’s difficult. It’s like he’s in the deepest sleep and someone wants him to climb Everest. He’s so weak.

“Don’t… can’t stand,” he mumbles, eyes closing as Liam gets him sitting up.

“I’ve got you. I can take your weight,” Liam says, kissing Daniel’s cheek. He puts Daniel’s arm around his shoulder and hauls him up, the other around his waist. He gets Daniel to the bench and Daniel clings to it with his free arm, collapsing flat. Liam helps get his legs where he wants them.

He’s never been on a bench before. Nothing is more perfect for a submissive than a breeding bench. And he must be one because instantly, he loves it. It’s home. He could sleep there. He sobs, pressing his cheek into the navy leather.

“Sweetheart, this suits you. Looks like it was made for you to show off how pretty you are. I’ll tie you down. How does that sound to you? No escape. You’re captured. Owned. A pretty little thing I’ve caught. You want to be trapped, honey?”

“Please,” he says, just a hint of sound. His legs press against the padding and he gets a strap across his calf and then at mid-thigh. His ass is offered. That’s the only way to describe it. His other leg gets strapped down and then his arms. Daniel tries to resist, a confused impulse urging him to flee. He tries to lift his hands, maybe his head, but he can’t. A bolt of need sparks through him. He’s just so very, very helpless.

“Daddy,” he begs, hole aching with how much he needs something inside. His head is on the cradle and Liam checks him, turning Daniel’s head gently to the side.

“I’ll bite you pretty good, sweetheart. I think there will be a bit of blood. And Daddy wants to see you when you take his big cock, doesn’t he?”

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