He’s pulled back up to Liam’s lap and kissed. “What do you think will happen when Daddy gets hard?”

“What do you mean?”

“You’re trying to work it out of me, get me hard. But it will take a while before I can come, sweetheart. I’ll be demanding and want to fuck you endlessly until I come, and I think you’ve already gotten used quite a bit, don’t you?”

Daniel doesn’t know how to respond to these questions. He knows it’s an opportunity for him to save himself—to get a break and have some time to not be used and played with—but he’s got so much denial to make up for. And it’s part of him, the need to submit and submit hard. To be prey, to be toyed with when he’s caught by an apex predator, batted around and taken.

“What should I say?” he asks, staring down at the ground, ashamed to admit that it’s perfect. He might never say no and mean it.

“The truth,” Liam responds before lifting Daniel’s chin with a finger, forcing eye contact. “I know you, Daniel. I know what you are. Don’t hide from Daddy. Glory in the attention I give to you, and always ask for more when you want it. Not need but want. What you need is your baseline; yours by right. What you want is my gift to you, how much I love and value you.”

Daniel swallows hard. His lower lip trembles. “If you know then why do you ask me? I always want more. I want to feel your control. I like it when it’s oppressive, when there is more. I want to ride that line of⁠—”

Liam waits.

“I consent,” Daniel whispers. It’s shameful. “To everything. 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.