“I know, sweetheart. You’re doing it, baby.” Liam rubs his inner thighs, thumbs digging around his glands and Daniel comes, his passage clenching and releasing. The clench is unbearable, the release is bliss. When it’s over, it’s easier having the massive cock in him.

But that feeling of relief disappears quickly. The knot is still swelling.

“Good, Daniel. That feels amazing, baby.” Liam’s knot is taking all the extra space. He’s stuffed to capacity and the moment he relaxes, gets more comfortable and a hint of space is created inside him, then Liam’s cock and knot get bigger, and Daniel’s right back where he started. Too full. Unable to stand it. Nowhere to go even if he could fight. He has to take it. This is what he gets to have.

He’d expected a pounding, but that’s impossible. Liam’s knot is locked inside him and there’s nowhere to go, there is no thrusting because there’s just no space. His Dominant hasn’t come yet.

Liam grunts, panting as Daniel tries to clench, needing his Dominant to come.

“Don’t. Be still,” he growls and grabs Daniel by the back of the neck. Daniel goes limp again, his passage eases and then stings with the stretch. Liam massages the back of his neck, deep and painful, into his glands, and Daniel melts further into the bench. When will it be over? He can’t do it. He didn’t know it was like this.

Daniel cries out, overwhelmed.

“Shh, you’re perfect, Daniel. I’m pleased.”

Daniel comes again, a strange wave rolling through him, starting in his stomach and fizzing like a firework up his spine to the tips of his fingers and even in his hair and his toes.

“Good. I felt that. That’s your submission. Give that to me. Feel where that came from, try to make it happen again. Coming that way is good,” Liam says, sounding unsteady. “So fucking good. Come on, baby. Fuck, I can’t move but if you can do that, I’ll be so goddamned happy. Won’t ever let you off my cock. You’re a natural, aren’t you?”

Daniel doesn’t even know what that means. It makes no sense. He wants to ask how, but he can’t speak. His Dominant wants him to do something, but he can’t. He just can’t.

“Give in,” his Dominant growls. “I own you right now. Your ass is mine. Your hole is mine. You’re my good little submissive, and I’m gonna breed you sloppy, princess. You’re gonna fucking take it, aren’t you?”

Yes! The word resonates through him, a bright revelation. Anything for you, he thinks, and he comes again.