“I think that’s the best word, don’t you? After what you just went through?”

He nods. The word is there, filling the hurt places and soothing him. “Daddy, it was… a lot,” he whispers.

What Daniel wants to say is that it was perfect—that he can’t go back to the way he was before this. He is submissive. This is the man who is meant to be his Dominant. His Daddy. If he could have this for the rest of his life, he would be happier than he ever thought possible.

For so long he thought that giving in to his submission would be horrible. Miserable. Shameful. He imagined hating himself, wanting to kill himself, so he wouldn’t have to do it again. It would be an unnatural, degrading thing.

None of those things describe what he just experienced. It was perfect.

And he wet. He released completely, surrendered wholly, and it’s a point of fucking pride. He feels like he could walk down any goddamn street and hold his head up high because he is so fucking good in bed.

Daniel gives up everything to his Dominant.

“I know, baby. You were really good for me. Incredible.”

Before the words can even soak in properly, Liam is slipping out of him. It’s a loss. So horrible he freezes up, terrified he’ll be denied forever if they find out how much Daniel hates being empty. He swallows down a sound and lies there as calmly as he can. There’s a fluttering in his lower abdomen, a ripple that intensifies, becoming a pulsing of his passage.

He’s alone now. He was a part of his Dominant, he was good for his Daddy and now he’s nothing. Liam’s fingers cover Daniel’s spasming hole, rubbing gently, helping him close up, and he’d give anything, absolutely anything to have his Daddy back inside him.

“There you go. You clench right on up, angel.”

Daniel sobs at the oddness of the feeling. Empty and aching with loss, stinging and sharp from what he’s just endured. His Dominant’s fingers make the pain bright and yet soothe him.

“How well you took your Daddy, baby,” he says, and Liam’s thumb strokes over his hole, sinking in and pulling out. “That was a hard breeding for your first time. I’m very proud of you. You sobbed and wailed. You struggled and surrendered. Wet twice. Took Daddy’s big knot. I’m proud of you.”

“Daddy?” he gasps, jolting as Liam presses down on his rim. His hole opens. He spills come, feels it leaking out of him in a gush.

“There you go. Not a trace of pink, sweetheart. You took that well, didn’t you?”

His Dominant didn’t let him keep the come. Liam took it from him, forced him to release it. Why didn’t he get to keep it?