“We’ll make sure you want it, honey. I might even let you earn my knot. Would you like that? Or are you one of those boys who just wants to take it? Get his Dominant all riled up, and then be a sweet princess who gets fucked again and again? The truth is, I’ve got a knot big enough to leave any submissive feeling a little tender after. Pretty boy like you, I think you’re gonna be sore by the time I’m through with you. Beg Daddy to stop. How does that sound?” Liam’s voice has a bit of a growl, and he’s still looking for clues about what the submissive responds to.

Another tear slips down Daniel’s cheek. What the hell does that mean? What trauma has this poor boy been through?

“Poor boy. I want to check your mounting glands, but you’ve only allowed visual inspections on exposed skin. I don’t need you to wake up for me to check—I think we can find a workaround so you can stay asleep and pretty for me. But it’s important to get you checked out. I’ll be your Dominant for a while, so it’s my responsibility to take care of you. That’s all I want to do. It’ll be so nice when you wake up. We can talk about it and work out a plan.”

Daniel is anxious again, his brow furrowing.

“If you don’t want me to check, if you need more time, or you’re not okay with me lifting the sheet and touching you between your legs to check your mounting glands and then your submissive glands, then you need to wake up now. Otherwise, I’m going to check. You can just keep sleeping and let me check.”

Daniel relaxes, mimicking sleep. Giving permission.

“Good boy,” Liam says, wanting to kiss him on the forehead. However, they’re not at the kissing stage yet. Daniel will need to wake up for that.

Liam lifts his hand away from Daniel’s hair, wanting two hands for the examination, but Daniel grabs him with a pained whimper. His hand is heavy over Liam’s wrist.

“Alright. Let’s do this one-handed.”

Once again Daniel blushes all up his chest and throat.

Liam has to stand up and stay bent over to keep his palm pressed against Daniel’s cheek. It’s awkward but not impossible.

He drags the bedding down, letting the sheet bunch near Daniel’s waist, allowing him to have a sliver of modesty for the moment.

“You’re okay. You’re a very good boy for me, Daniel.” He presses his fingers to Daniel’s thigh, gentle but with enough firmness that Daniel won’t be surprised. Goose bumps break out on Daniel’s skin, and his scent becomes thick with arousal. His grip on Liam’s hand tightens.

“It’s alright. You’re okay, honey.”