Page 60 of Designation Prey

Liam waits.

“I consent,” Daniel whispers. It’s shameful. “Toeverything.That’s who I am. And I want you not to ask me anymore. Because you should know I’ll give you everything.”

“Come see what I’ve made of you,” Liam says, and he helps Daniel to his feet. They walk carefully to the bathroom, the spreader bar making it awkward. He’s still cuffed and it’s becoming uncomfortable but he won’t ask for it to come off.

The light turns on and he looks in the mirror. It’s a surprise.

“Look over your shoulder, too.”

Daniel turns, doing his best to see.

“Take pictures,” Daniel begs, because he looks amazing.

“I have been. You were unconscious on the bench and I took pictures. You were cock warming and I took pictures. I have so many pictures, Daniel. You’re beautiful. Lip bitten red, a little bit of blood,” Liam says, keeping a verbal catalogue.

“So many hickeys all over your neck, the marks of my teeth on your back, your ass, your inner thigh. The abuse to your nipples. Fingerprint bruises where I’ve gripped your sweet flesh. A hot little hole that’s taken so many dildos and probes. Your caged cock and all your limbs confined. Sore buttocks from being spanked all over. I’m looking for the limit, baby. You’ll ease back from the edge once you’re knotted and filled with my come on the regular. Your body will adapt.”

Liam kisses Daniel and holds him in his arms. “My suppressants are wearing off. I’m going to make it up to you—the lost time and letting you go.”

“We couldn’t have run away. That wouldn’t have worked. And we both thought there was more time. You have to let that go, Daddy.”

“We’ll see,” Liam says, blinking back tears. He squeezes Daniel tight.

Daniel naps for another hour, held in his Daddy’s arms. He wakes up to his Daddy’s finger being removed from his hot hole. He gasps and clenches on nothing. Then his Daddy is pressed against his back and Daniel feels his erection, his Daddy rubbing against his smarting buttocks.

Daniel whines.

“Shh,” Liam murmurs into his ear, and then he’s pressing his cock between Daniel’s cheeks and over his sore hole. He’s open enough that the head catches on his rim.

“Easy. Don’t fight, baby.”

It hadn’t occurred to him to fight. To resist. But he loves Liam telling him not to, as if he doesn’t have a choice. As if he has to take it when he hasn’t been dying for it forever.

“It’s big and you’re gonna take Daddy’s knot, but you’ve had time to relax and let that hole soften up.”

The head lodges against his rim, and then Liam grips his own cock and presses forward. Daniel’s impaled, stretching around the large girth.

“Daddy,” he whispers.

“Tell me no. It’s alright. You can struggle if you need to. But you’re going to get it,” Liam says, voice dark. His cock shoves deeper, pushing in another inch.

Daniel shudders and presses back, needing more. “You won’t stop?”

“I won’t. It’s alright to tell Daddy no and be prey. That’s who you are. And if you need me to stop or give you a minute, call me Stone and I’ll stop.”

“Yes,” he hisses as he’s forced to take another inch. “Not—oh, not Liam?”

“No. I won’t stop if you say Liam. Or Daddy. Or no. Only Stone.”

His Daddy grunts, bites at Daniel’s neck, and then he’s thrusting hard into him and Daniel’s cock throbs, his heart pounding in excited fear. His hole strains to accommodate his Daddy’s giant cock and the beginning bulge of his knot.

“Stop, oh, stop,” he murmurs, trying it out. He’s weak with pleasure, the echo of his words reverberating through him.

Liam grabs his wrists, pressing them down into the bed, and his Daddy’s cock fills him up, leaving him breathless as his balls squash hard into Daniel’s buttocks.

“Good boy. It’s in. Now the knot, sweetheart. Can you take it?”

Daniel almost says yes. He wants to say no. “Please,” he settles on.

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