Group Submission and Humiliation Complete Set

Chapter Two: c**k Warmer

Chapter Two: c**k WarmerKaleb really shouldn't. Their Master is a jealous lover, but he would not send her to him if she hasn't been good and deserved a reward for behaving so well.

She is a gift, truly.

She hisses and tugs on his hair. "Daddy," she cries when he takes too long to give her what she wants. She had already done what he wanted her to, after all, and begged all pretty.

The entire bar has gone quiet, everyone looking at them, even those who are pretending that they aren't. Joseph has his phone out and is doing a video recording. He would probably send that to their Master later. He would have the young Werewolf send it to their shared group chat as well, perhaps. He would enjoy watching her expression when she comes.

He tugs her dress up slightly, making sure to keep her body still fully hidden under the desk as he begins alternating between rubbing between her p***y lips and her c**t. She is so wet, smelling so heavily of arousal that is covers all her other scents. His other hand cups her breasts, massaging her soft mounds one after the other, relishing in the sweet sounds she's making.

She's such a delicate little shifter. Her Cat-like characteristics only makes her more desirable among his kind. They yearn for her like an addiction, though their Master is taking his time with her. Ideally, she would need to grow a few years older before Master claims her, but he only has so much control over himself.

They have only been playing with her with their fingers and mouths, getting her used to being touched in every way.

It will only be a matter of time before she is able to be shared among them.

"That's it," he growls, rubbing her c**t. "There's a good girl. I'm so proud of you."

She shudders, eyes wet, blinking rapidly.

"Are you going to come for me?" he hums, pinching a pebbled n****e between his forefinger and thumb and rolling it in his grip.

She lets out such sweet noises, the line between pleasure and agony so blurred that she can no longer discern between one and the other. His other hand slides between her p***y lips and pushes past her tight walls. He's careful not to pump his fingers in too deep even though he really wants to.

Master has not mated her yet and she is still a virgin, after all.

He groans, his c**k growing hard in his pant, rubbing up between her ass cheeks, the tip brushing against the underside of her tail, so soft and perfect.

"That's it. Be a good girl and come for me."

She lets out a delectable mewl when she comes, her thighs pulling together, stomach tensing, breath hitching and body tensing around him. He slides the tip of his finger into feel the way her walls tense around his single digit, gasping and squirming as he pumps just the tip of his finger in and out of her tight hole, his thumb rubbing her c**t until she's gasping, squirming, too sensitive to touch. "No, no," she cries, pushing his wrist.

"Another, baby," he says and just like that, she comes apart once more, one o****m rolling seamlessly into the next.

He brings his fingers to her mouth, holding them to her lips. She parts them obediently, taking his finger over her tongue and licking away at her own taste, sucking him clean.

She's so perfect.

He turns her so that he can lick into her mouth and taste her as well. He runs his free hand down her heaving chest, rubbing his thumbs over her n*****s to make her gasp into his lips.

"Perfect," he whispers as the kiss ends. He smiles and presses his lips to her forehead. "That was perfect, baby. You were so good for me."

She cries when she starts to come down from her post orgasmic haze, twisting her body and folding herself up to curl into his chest, sniffling and hiccupping adorably as she tries her best to be as small as physically possible, as if she's trying to crawl up into his ribcage and hide there. Her palms press up on his chest, fingers clenching lightly over and over. He had looked this up earlier. Making biscuits.

It is absolutely endearing.

His beer is topped up and when he picks it up, the rest of the people in the bar takes it as their cue to continue with their regularly scheduled program.

"She alright?" Damian asks, the softie.

"She's fine," he hums, rubbing her back. "She'll be asleep soon enough. She gets fussy when she's tired." As sweet as she is, all curled up in his lap, he doesn't want her to sleep just yet though. "You gonna return the favor, baby?" he hums, tilting her head back so he can press a warm kiss on the side of her mouth. He wipes away the tear tracks from her cheeks and waits patiently for her to understand what he's asking.

She blinks at him owlishly for several seconds, and then she gasps and nods, sweet as sin, her cheeks coloring beautifully. "I'm sorry," she whispers.

"It's fine, darling," he hums, tilting her head up to kiss her again.

"On your knees, baby," he whispers, taking off his jacket and dropping it unceremoniously between his legs, not wanting her knees to touch the floor without padding.

She slides down and all but disappears under the table between his feet. Her hands slide up, holing his thighs and he tugs on her hair, his free hand still holding onto his beer. He takes a big gulp as she undoes the zipper of his pants and works his hard c**k free of his pants.

His mouth waters at the sight of her slim fingers wrapping around his c**k. She's such a small thing. Her ears fold back and she looks embarrassed, but the ability to hide underneath the table makes her braver and she opens her mouth, brushing the wet head of his c**k along her lower lip before she sinks inside.

He raises his glass and gulps down a full mouthfuls, gesturing for the men around him to carry on with their conversation as he leans back to enjoy the sensation of her warm mouth around his c**k, licking and sucking lightly.

She is exceptionally good at giving head. Their Master likes to have her warm his c**k during particularly frustrating meetings, keeping her hidden underneath the desk. It makes him feel less like murdering the morons he is forced to discuss matters with.

She doesn't rush about it, mouthing his c**k and licking around it leisurely, like she's absolutely content just having his c**k in his mouth and would suck it as long as he lets her.

Her fingers are warm and soft. She spends most of her days dozing away, reading, or doing whatever little projects that their Master had thought out for her to keep her busy. She plays a little bit of music too, but her ears are sensitive to noise and she doesn't really like that she isn't able to be perfect from the get-go. Practice frustrates her. The piano their Master keeps in the office room is clawed up from her losing her temper with it.

"You already know this, but I speak for everyone here when I say we are all f*****g jealous of you," Oliver says from the end of the table, lifting up his glass in a good natured jab.

"Language," he hums automatically. It feels rather contrary. It's perfectly fine for her to be on her knees sucking his c**k, but they aren't allowed to swear in front of her. She's a delicate little thing, rather spoiled in her own way. They drink to it and move the conversation to something else entirely after that.

He pays attention with only half an ear, too distracted by the warm breath against his c**k. She hums, tilting her head and letting the leaking head of his c**k slide against the slight parting of her lips. It's a tease, warmth breath and hint of teeth against his c**k.

She must be sleepy still, sucking his c**k like it's some sort of pacifier that she uses to soothe herself. He can tell the way she slowly wakes by the intensity of her sucking, going from lazy and distracted to something intentional and purposeful, rubbing her lips up and down his c**k and then swallowing him down to the root with no warning or hesitation.

He groans, free hand flexing in her hair, feeling the soft fur of her ear as his head tips back and his hips roll, gasping to the ceiling.

She whimpers, low in her chest, closes her eyes and sinks down until his cockhead hits the back of her throat, repeating it over and over as he sniffles his snarl, upper lip twitching back, fangs protruding.

"Just like that, baby, just stay right there," he groans, feeling the clench of her throat working around his c**k, his breath loud and harsh as she kneels and lets him warm his c**k in her mouth. He utters a low curse and rolls his hips.

She gags and chokes on his c**k, eyes watering when she mewls and lets out a few unhappy noises. He lets her pull back, until just the head of his c**k is inside her warm lips.

"Poor baby. I'm sorry, Kitten. Didn't mean to choke you like that. Your mouth feels so good," he hums, low, like a secret meant just for her. The other men at the table are green with envy, smelling so heavily of arousal that the whole bar would reek of it if not for the heavier smell of alcohol and cologne.

Her lashes flutter, laxness taking over her shoulders as she grows accustomed to his girth. Her hands pet down his thighs as his c**k twitches on her tongue, leaking precum into her mouth.

"So good, baby," he hums, carding through her hair, petting that sweet spot under her ears that she loves so much. He curls his fingers on her nape and guides her into bobbing her head up and down, building a slow rhythm. She breathes in deep, tightening her fingers on his thighs. "Good girl," he growls. "Make sure you swallow it all," he says, hips lifting, little jerks that warns her that he's close.

He starts moving, powerful thrusts clogging her throat, making her whine as tears fall over her flushed cheeks. She'll be a mess by the end of this, perfect.

She swallows his c**k all the way down when he groans, stomach sinking in and thighs tight under her nails as he comes, flooding her mouth and pumping down her throat.

She gulps with each thick spurt, moaning as he coats her tongue, his c**k twitching as she licks and sucks him clean.

He does not think he could move at all after this, but he pulls her off and tucks his half-hard c**k back into his pants so he can lift her up and position her carefully onto his lap. He parts her lips with his tongue, tasting himself on her as she moans and rubs herself against him.

"Sweet darling," he hums. "You did well," he praises and smiles when she preens at the compliment. "Get some rest. I'll bring you back to our Master once we're done here for the night."

She makes herself comfortable in his lap, purring contently. It takes only a few more minutes before her quiet purring tapers off and she falls into a deep sleep.