Page 31 of Designation Prey

“There’s… it’s damp.” His Dominant will be angry. He might lose Liam. No one wants a messy slut.

“Sweetheart, that’s good news. We want you wet. A submissive like you should be soaked. I didn’t know if it was the surgeries that kept you dry so far, but this is a good sign. Let’s get you inside and I’ll have a feel.”

Daniel shouldn’t be this wet. Utterly soaked. It’s awful. It makes him a needy submissive whore. No good to the military except as a fuckhole. He might as well be a cocksleeve. A urinal. Cannon fodder.

He’s heard it so many times. Daniel trembles. He can’t get up. Liam will know. He’ll smell it. He stinks. His arousal is gross. God, he hasn’t gotten really wet in so long. He’d thought he couldn’t anymore—that he’d finally learned not to, or the surgeries had worked. It was one of the few things he’d managed to fix.

Daniel curls inwards and his tits throb. That’s why. He played with himself and now look what’s happened. They should bind him up, get them strapped down so he can’t touch his chest.

He’s so lost in dark memories and thoughts that he’s surprised when his car door opens. Liam reaches inside for him. “Come on, sweetheart. I need you to come back to me. You’re mine now. I’m your Daddy. You make me happy. I want you wet,” Liam says firmly.

Daniel shakes his head. Liam is lying, he just doesn’t realize how bad it is. “I… I’m wet and it’s gross. You won’t want me. You’ll see?—”

“No, it’s good and I want it. Out. Now!”

Daniel obeys instantly, the order forcing him into motion, but he freezes when he feels how wet his pants are.

“Daddy,” he whimpers, confused. He can hear the voices telling him he’s gross and wrong. He knows in his mind and his heart that it’s true. But the Dominant, soon to behisDominant, says differently.

Liam growls and takes his arm, getting him out of the car. Slick leaks out of him in what feels like a stream of liquid, soaking the back of his pants. It’s horrible. So awful. He sobs, almost crumpling to the ground, but Liam is holding him up, dragging him towards the cabin steps.

“Be here with me, baby,” Liam growls, pressing up behind Daniel, the hard nudge of his cock to Daniel’s ass prompting even more slick to slide out of him.

Liam drags in a hard breath, lips on Daniel’s neck. His voice is rough and compelling. “You smell perfect. Wet. For me. Come on now. Let’s just get you mounted.”

He uses the weight of his body to force Daniel forward, up the steps and to the door, then presses him into the frame, a hand on his neck so he stays pinned while Liam gets the door unlocked one-handed. Daniel mewls, too weak to fight.

“This is your home, Daniel. You are to make yourself comfortable. Eat and drink what you want, go where you want, make yourself at home. This is yours. And you are mine.”

Daniel has no idea what to do with that.

“I think you’ll get the tour later. Let’s get your anxiety under control and get you feeling more like you should. Strip, Daniel.” He’s already helping, pulling Daniel’s shirt off, gaze fixated on his chest. “You did a good job, baby. You’re really swollen and aching for my touch, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Daddy. I’m wet, it’s not good.”

“Stop. No more. It is good. This is how you’re meant to be. Everything else was a lie. Obey.” Daniel undoes his pants and slips off his shoes, but then he just stands there.

“Let me,” Liam orders, and Daniel drops his hands to his side. He can feel Liam in front of him like a storm, smell the Dominant’s arousal curling around him, heavier and denser than air.

Liam’s pupils blow wide as he observes Daniel. “Yeah, this is what I want. What you need. You don’t think about anything else but me. Daddy will help you,” he rasps and shoves his hand down the back of Daniel’s pants, between his soaked cheeks. His fingers slide through the wet, slip inside his tight hole, then Liam brings his fingers out, sucks them into his mouth, and goes back for more.

Daniel cries out. It’s shocking. Confusing. Nothing like this has ever happened to him before. What is Daniel supposed to do? What does it mean that this man is acting like the worst things about him are good? He stands there frozen.

Prey.

The word echoes dimly in the back of his mind. Is this what he’s supposed to do? Get corralled and trapped by a Dominant he wants and then just let it happen?

Be whatever his Dominant needs? Does he get to allow the treatment and have it?

Maybe that’s the best word in the English language. Have. Daniel gets to have whatever his Dominant wants to give him. He whimpers at the idea.

“You taste sweet. Here, babydoll,” Liam orders and presses his slick-soaked fingers to Daniel’s mouth.

Daniel opens, tastes himself, becomes overwhelmed and sobs as he reaches for Liam.

“I’m gonna lick you open a lot, sweetheart. Don’t tell me it’s gross. That’s not your decision,” he says and finishes stripping him. “I’m gonna breed you right up. You’ll be ass-up on the bed. A proper mounting for your first time. Hands and knees like a perfect little submissive.” Liam goes to the closet, coming back with a quilted blanket. He spreads it out on the bed. The material is padded and thick.

“This protects the bed. Don’t worry about making a mess. You can watch me strip and see what you do to me. Your scent and all that slick, plus your sweet tits. A perfect submissive ready to be bred. Onto the bed. Now,” he orders, and Daniel finds himself moving.

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