At the light, Liam leans over, kisses Daniel and then bites him on his bottom lip. Daniel whimpers. He rests his hand over Liam’s, urging him to hold him more firmly, needing to be held by his cock, wanting to feel oppressively controlled. As if it’s a side door to his submissiveness. The overwhelming need to be bred that he felt the last time they were in the car together isn’t there, but some form of desire still is. “Control me when we get there. I know I’m not myself yet, but I need it.”

“I was thinking the same thing. I didn’t want to get my hopes up, didn’t want to make assumptions that you’d choose me, but I couldn’t help it. I wanted to be prepared. Daddy will use you so well, honey. I’ll play with you and own you, and as soon as I’m hard you’ll get bred hard. Knotted.”

“What will you do to me?” he repeats, needing to know. Anxious lust spills through him and he squirms in his seat. His nipples get hard and he rubs over them. The sensation is pleasant but dull. He’s not all there yet. “I can’t feel it all. It’s too quiet inside. It’s like touching myself through plastic. I want to be lit up with it,” he complains.

Liam laughs. He squeezes Daniel firmly.

The suspense builds and builds as the miles pass. What will Liam do to him? The anxiety is so close to lust and by the time they get there he’s trembling with it. He holds out his hand and it’s shaking.

“I’ll help you,” Liam says, and he gets out of the car, comes over to Daniel’s side and looms over him. He undoes Daniel’s seat belt, helping him stand.

“I might fall,” Daniel confesses. And it’s like before but different. “I’m scared. I think. But I want to stay with you. I want to—” He glances out at the trees, the forest, and the insane thought comes to him that he should just run. His heart is beating so quickly that he can feel it in his throat.

Liam’s hand wraps around his neck and he gasps in shock, realizing he lost time. It makes him want to run even more.