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A nother few miles go by, Daniel imagining all the things the man beside him might take.

“Daniel,” Liam says, voice rough.

“Yes?” he asks, voice more breathless than it should be. He clears his throat.

“A good, hard mounting for your first time is military protocol?—”

“Okay. I mean… why?” Daniel asks, curious.

“Because soldiers have reported that they like it that way. Designated soldiers left to their own devices engage in rough sex. Someone with your designation would need it even more.”

Daniel clutches the jacket closer. “Good,” he says.

“Mounting you means I take you without a condom, and even though you’re not in heat, it’s like I’m breeding you, wanting you to catch. I’m tested every six weeks as part of my job. Even though it’s almost impossible for us to catch anything, we want to be sure. You won’t get anything from me. I’ll knot you and bite you, and we keep going until you release. That’s the sign of your real submission, and it means you’ll imprint on me pretty good. As much as you like me now or find me calming, the more you submit initially, the more you’ll get out of this experience. It will help you chemically, get you more stable.”

“So you want me to bond to you. Bond… a lot, or something?”

“Yes. A submissive is biologically driven to find the strongest Dominant for breeding and protection. The urge to nest and be taken care of, to submit, all of that is part of who you are, amplified because of your extreme submissiveness. The most important thing for prey is safety. The more forcefully you’re bred, the longer it is, the more you come, the more I take care of you and give you a nest, the likelier it is that your body will decide you’ve found safety and your mate. The ultimate goal of that is release. If you wet, then we’re there. So that’s the goal, and once we get you there, you’ll feel a hell of a lot better.”

“What do you mean if I wet?” he asks, but he knows. He’s seen it and he’s…. What if he can’t let go and let that happen? Daniel wants to give the Dominant anything he wants but he doesn’t think he physically can after what they’ve done to him and how messed up he is. “What if I can’t?”

“It isn’t up to you. You don’t decide to do it. It’s a physical response you’ll have to me. If anything, I make it happen or don’t. Don’t worry about it.”

Daniel is worrying about it. He doesn’t want to “wet” and essentially piss himself but he also doesn’t want to disappoint his Dom. And he’d like to be good at this whole submissive thing, be good at something for once and get the most benefit that he can out of his time with Liam.

Picking up on his concern, Liam assures him, “You will. You’re so responsive, Daniel.”

“Isn’t it… gross?”

Liam laughs, a rich, dark laugh that makes Daniel hot and heavy in his groin. “It’s so fucking sexy I’ll probably breed you again, won’t be able to resist.”

“Jesus,” Daniel whispers, and does have to wiggle in his seat. “Don’t resist. Just… I’m gonna put that out there now. Don’t resist if you don’t want to.”

“You’re prey. I won’t.”

Daniel’s head thunks against the headrest and he forces himself to take a few calming breaths.Liam just says a few words and he’s dizzy with lust.

“Well, you seem pretty confident about it, at least.” Which is good. He likes that his Dominant is confident and knows how to deal with him. “How many, um, submissives have you done this with? And like this? Where you take them to your home?”

“Truthfully, you’re a bit of a special case. Typically, I stay with a submissive for a few days at the beginning. It might be after trauma or injury, even a breakup. Sometimes, if someone doesn’t have a heat or a drop partner, I’ll go in to tend to a submissive. But I’ve never taken a submissive to my home.”

“Oh,” Daniel says, blinking back the rush of emotion that his body stupidly decides to force upon him. As if he’s special and this is meaningful rather than convenient.

“And you’ve been with people like me before? Prey?”

“Why do you want to know?”

He has to think about that for a minute. “I guess I just want to be what you like. I’m curious.”

“You’re rare, Daniel. I’m a high-level Dominant. It’s a lot for people to handle, and I keep myself in check. It’s never about me, it’s about the submissive. This is different. The best thing I can do for you is to treat you like mine, and… I won’t lie, I’m looking forward to that. I get to let go a little, maybe a lot, and I’m excited to breed you. I’ll use you hard and satisfy myself frequently. I don’t get to do that very often.”

“Oh,” he says, so swollen with need and so empty he can hardly stand it. His Dominant is going to use him and wants him a lot. Because Daniel is special. He rolls his head along the seat to watch his Dominant drive, letting the arousal course through him, focusing on how soft and willing he feels, how eager. It feels incredible to just let himself desire, to languish in the need he has for the Dominant beside him. As if he’s ready and waiting.

Available to be taken.

“Sweetheart, your scent changed,” Liam says gently.

Liam spreads his legs, winces, then adjusts his cock in his pants, and Daniel gets a chance to see just how big he is. Can Daniel take that?

He’s going to have to.“You’ll make me take it. Won’t you?” He hopes his tone sounds right. Daniel wants to demand the Dominant’s cock. He wants to be forced, even if he says no. Hell, he wants to say no. Wow. He really is prey. It might be the first time he’s ever really felt and understood what exactly his designation is.

Daniel blinks and looks down, because even looking at Liam right now is too much.

He just wants to submit and be good. He turns his head, offering his neck, and Liam grazes his fingers down the side of his smooth skin while they wait at a light. “Beautiful, Daniel. You smell ripe. You need a cock, don’t you?”

He manages a quick nod, unable to say it aloud. He knows he isn’t being recorded but it’s safer if he doesn’t speak. Easier to admit to what he wants.

“Why don’t you touch your tits while we drive. Soothe yourself.”

Daniel is horrified by the idea and grips the side of the seat, then his thighs, pressing his fingers into his own flesh, hard enough to bruise as the request turns over and over in his brain. His hand slides down. He’s watching himself do it, disconnected from his own body. As if he has no control at all. He grips his cock, squeezing tightly.

“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.