“That’s right. Weakness is very special. It’s rare, and it usually only happens to submissives when your body knows what it needs and is trying to help you get those needs met. If you’re strong enough to fight me, then I’m doing something wrong. If you can fight me, then you should. Trust me and trust your body. You fight when you need to, and you surrender when you need to.”

Daniel whimpers, leaning against the wall as if the very idea is overwhelming. Hell, maybe it’s making him weak right now. He puts his arm more securely around the boy.

“I don’t want to fight you,” Daniel says, as if the very idea of being so defensive upsets him. Maybe it does. Daniel is an extremely gentle submissive who has been badly abused. He needs time and a place to recover. He needs to feel safe and process the things he’s endured.

Frankly, Liam isn’t sure if any submissive should be in the field. It all seems like one massive mistake that the military is determined to double down on. Submissives stay in the military to be of use to the Dominants who need them. To expect more of them is wrong.

That is not a popular opinion. He knows a lot of submissives who would be offended by the very suggestion that they shouldn’t be fighting right alongside a Dominant.

Anyway, it’s just his opinion formed after years of experience, and it’s not like anyone is going to let him guide policy, so what does it matter?

The submissive in his arms right now has no business being in the military. He needs to be a pet, a prize, kept in a home and well-loved by a greedy Dom.

Liam leans into his space and kisses him gently on the forehead.

“Oh,” Daniel whispers, as if the chaste kiss was unbearably erotic. “I might fall down”