Page 40 of Designation Prey

It’s the middle of the night. They’re safe. They’re alone. It’s the hardest thing he’s ever said.

“Yes. Yes, I do.”

“Good boy. I want a dripping boy, don’t I? Wet and swollen for me. So needy you can hardly move because you just need Daddy’s knot so badly.” Both hands settle over his cheeks, cupping the flesh, and pull him wide open.

“Daddy,” Daniel whimpers. He’s so hot there, between his cheeks. Hot and throbbing and aching inside. He’s swollen because of what they’ve done—how many times he’s already been bred. But it isn’t just that. His body wants it again.

“Are you going to use me again?” he asks. That isn’t a bad thing to say. It isn’t him begging to be used. It’s just a question.

Liam mouths at Daniel’s neck and sucks hickeys into his skin as Liam touches around his rim, where the plug is settled. It’s such an odd feeling. He loves Liam’s touch. He loves the attention. It makes him feel safe and good, content.

And Liam loves touching him where he’s hot and needing, the ache and sting of hard use still part of his skin.

He can feel how much his Dominant likes touching him. As possession, but also, as a Dominant, Liam’s enough of a sadist that it arouses him to cause hurt with a gentle loving touch.

And Daniel isn’t just submissive, but prey. He thrives on a certain amount of masochism, so long as it’s given to him the right way. He hadn’t known what that meant. Now he understands.

His body is littered with teeth marks to prove it. He’d stared at himself in the mirror after the bath and wanted to take a picture. He hopes he remembers it forever.

Belonging. Each little mark is a prick of possession, little tracks all over his body that overlap and denote him as loved property.

It’s affection. It feels like adoration. It fills him with pride and pleasure, makes him want to give more. He trails his fingers endlessly over the marks, making them throb and string, worried they’ll fade too soon.

“Will you give me more?”

“Always. Suits you. And you whimper so sweetly under my teeth and when you’re on my cock.” His voice is rough with dominance and Daniel closes his eyes, trying to be patient and wait for what Liam will give him. He doesn’t want to beg.

“You like your plug, baby?” Liam’s voice is a low rumble Daniel feels inside him.

“Yes, Daddy. But—” He knows what he wants to say, but he can’t. Saying something so outrageous out loud is impossible.I wish it was your cock.The words are there. One step away from the begging he can’t let himself indulge in.

He can’t.

Liam chuckles. “Do you want to ask me?”

“No,” Daniel gasps. He can’t. The scent of his own arousal surrounds them.

“Ask me, sweetheart. Ask Daddy to breed your tight little hole, and I will.”

He whimpers, wishing he couldn’t resist, but after everything he’s endured, he just can’t. They used to shock him for touching himself. He’s experienced every torture imaginable as doctors endlessly tried to change him.

“Help me,” he breathes.

“Poor thing. You’ll get there. How about this? If you let Daddy have you again, I’ll give you a nest,” Liam says, and he’s got fingers on the plug, pulling it free as Daniel slides a leg up the bed, body open and willing.

“I—please,” he manages. “A nest?”

“Sweet little submissive, terrified of the big, bad world. You’re caught, princess. Caught and trapped and mine. You need a nest to hide in, baby. With blankets and soft things, so many pillows. A little den. A soft, warm burrow.”

Need slams into him so hard he’s momentarily breathless. A nest! “I’d be safe, Daddy.”

“That’s right, baby. It’s your nest, Daniel.” Liam’s breath hitches. “I’ll keep it for you. For years if need be. Daddy will close the door, and if you come back to me—” He growls, his grip suddenly hard, and then he’s down Daniel’s body with his face between Daniel’s cheeks and he’s licking, sucking, pressing his tongue into the loosened entrance.

“Daddy! I need my nest! Breed me… oh god, breed me,” Daniel begs, whimpering, trembling, and sobbing as the sweet torture goes on and on. His Daddy’s hands are powerful, will leave little marks on his hips from the power and anger he’s controlling, his rage at having to give Daniel up, at being powerless when Daniel is meant to be his. How can he keep him safe in a nest when Daniel will have to leave?

His Daddy forces him into one orgasm after another, reminding him, maybe punishing him for not being able to stay.

“I can’t, I can’t,” he begs, and tries to writhe, squirm away, get his Daddy’s hot tongue off that sweet spot that is oversensitized from too much pleasure. His Daddy growls, demanding it again and Daniel has no choice but to come, harsh pleasure incinerating him, leaving him weak.

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