It’s startling, the reminder that this is a submissive whose body hasn’t been his own for a long time. He’s used to his bodily fluids belonging to others. “You’re mine right now. It’s just us. I don’t need that and neither do you.”

Daniel still looks concerned.

“It can be our secret, if you want.”

“Okay. Uh, thank you,” Daniel says. He chews on his bottom lip and glances at Liam, up and down his body and then away. His eyes close for a long moment. And then his hips lift, he grinds into the bed once more, and his cock leaks again.

“You’ll do a lot better when you have something inside to squeeze against.”

Daniel’s eyes widen in horror. “I didn’t do anything.”

Sure, Liam thinks, but leaves it alone.

“Do you want to show me how you express your glands?”

Daniel shuts down, turning away from him. “I don’t do that. That isn’t something I like, I promise.”

Which is a total lie. Daniel does like it because all submissives like it. Besides, Liam could see him clenching, trying to milk them, which is practically impossible without something inside his anus. They’re tucked right inside and get massaged by a Dominant’s cock. Most submissives come from the rubbing and pressure.

And if there’s a knot involved then the orgasm can become overwhelming if they’re fucked for too long. Submissives are almost guaranteed to go into subspace from the discomfort and extended painful pleasure of a knot lodged against their squeezing gland.

“Why not?” Liam asks, not wanting to assume anything.

“I don’t touch myself. I’ve learned not to.”

“Sweetheart, you’re a submissive. You need certain things to be healthy. Saying nothing will make me happier than lying. Understand?”

“What do you think I’m lying about?” Daniel asks, looking innocent.

“You touch yourself. To say that you’ve learned not to is ridiculous.”

“What are you going to do?” he asks, expression blank. “You’ll lock me up? Isolate me? Come up with some chemical to solve the problem? Maybe a surgery? How about you tell me now what you’ll do to me, sweetheart, so we can stop this bullshit where you pretend to be nice to me,” Daniel says, so much venom in his tone he’s practically spitting.

“If you don’t like ‘sweetheart,’ I won’t say it,” Liam responds easily enough. He leans over and stops the recording, deciding Daniel’s trust has now become the priority. For a submissive with this high of a designation to be so hostile towards a Dominant he sexually responds to, to shut down his instincts at every opportunity, to lie—well, the only conclusion is that Daniel has been very badly handled indeed.