He’s going to have to. “You’ll make me take it. Won’t you?” He hopes his tone sounds right. Daniel wants to demand the Dominant’s cock. He wants to be forced, even if he says no. Hell, he wants to say no. Wow. He really is prey. It might be the first time he’s ever really felt and understood what exactly his designation is.

Daniel blinks and looks down, because even looking at Liam right now is too much.

He just wants to submit and be good. He turns his head, offering his neck, and Liam grazes his fingers down the side of his smooth skin while they wait at a light. “Beautiful, Daniel. You smell ripe. You need a cock, don’t you?”

He manages a quick nod, unable to say it aloud. He knows he isn’t being recorded but it’s safer if he doesn’t speak. Easier to admit to what he wants.

“Why don’t you touch your tits while we drive. Soothe yourself.”

Daniel is horrified by the idea and grips the side of the seat, then his thighs, pressing his fingers into his own flesh, hard enough to bruise as the request turns over and over in his brain. His hand slides down. He’s watching himself do it, disconnected from his own body. As if he has no control at all. He grips his cock, squeezing tightly.

“No. That’s not what I told you to do. Be good for Daddy.”

“Don’t,” he whispers and looks around at the cars on either side of them, shocked at the idea, stupidly weak from Liam calling himself Daddy. As if it’s the cheat code to his arousal. One word, is that all it takes? “I didn’t mean that.”

Liam gives him a heated look. “I know. Go on. Put your seat back if you need to. I know you’re shy, honey. But Daddy told you what to do.”

Daniel looks at Liam, at how he’s watching him, and he fumbles with the buttons of his shirt, need and desire making him frantic to obey. A button pops off, he’s so clumsy.

“There they are. God, so lovely. Cup them and just squeeze.”

“Daddy,” he whimpers, and then he obeys. Daniel wants to obey, it feels good to obey, but he needs his Dominant to be the one to touch him. Touching himself isn’t enough.

“Open up that shirt a little more. I can’t see. Fuck, I need to see your tits, baby.”

Daniel shivers in his seat, anxiety and arousal spiking in equal measure. He opens the shirt a bit more, and then cups and squeezes even harder.

“Show Daddy what you like.”

“I don’t know what I like!” he bursts out, aroused and overwhelmed, anxiety coiling through him. “I don’t want to do this for me! I want to do it for you!”