by Marilynn Fae
Werewolves & Humiliation 1
Submitting to Werewolves in Public
Domination | Size Difference | MFM
Marilynn Fae
Copyright 2020 Marilynn Fae
This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental. All characters depicted in sexual acts in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older. No part in this book may be reproduced, transmitted, stored, or distributed without permission of the author or publisher.
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He pulls the dildo out and replaces it with his fingers. His hands are massive and his fingers thick and course. He gets three fingers inside of her at once, twisting and sliding, stretching her out and leaving her gasping, clutching the sheets on her bed. She’s frighteningly close to coming, but she knows she doesn’t have permission to come just yet. He wants her to come on his cock.
“Please, please,” she gasps.
He’s not listening to her, not slowing down or speeding up, just continuing to fuck her on his fingers, pressing his other hand on her stomach to keep her from moving.
“Please,” she whines, trying to figure out where her words have gone because she needs to remind him that he has two more fingers he can use and another hand, and her pussy is clenching and squeezing around nothing and it’s torture, absolute torture.
“Please what?” he smirks, toying with her.
“Please, please,” she whimpers, fingers reaching out to curl around his wrist and hold tight, wanting him to push his fingers in deeper and take her more. It’s terrible- it’s amazing. She doesn’t know how much longer of this she can take. She wants desperately to touch her clit and make herself come, but he said there would be punishment for her if she does and she tries to avoid getting punished as much as she can. Even though there are days where she kind of likes it. It puts her in a kind of mindset that’s just blissfully blank for several hours after and she kind of needs something like that after a stressful day at her courses.
“Poor pup,” he murmurs and she’s staring into glowing-animal eyes and sharp fangs.
She startles, pulling back and away from him in shock, but his hand on her stomach have turned into sharp claws to keep her in place. “No, no,” she gasps. She’s not- she’s not into that and he catches on quickly by her fearful reaction, quickly shifting back to his human form completely.
He grins, as though pleased by the revelation. Or perhaps he’s simply pleased by the fear on her face. He leans in and licks away the tears she doesn’t realize she’s cried in her panic and then he’s pulling his fingers out from her hole and replacing that emptiness with his cock.
“Oh,” she gasps, feeling the intimidating thickness of his cock there. It always surprises her a little when he fucks her because every time she thinks he’s done and that’s all of him, he would punch in deeper, making her take more of him inside of her. It hurts, sliding between her cheeks and pushing in relentlessly, not giving her time to breathe, adjust, or get used to the immense stretch of him inside of her. “Wait- wait,” she gasps, trying to drag herself away.
“Relax,” he croons, but it sounds like a command from his lips, like he would punish her if she doesn’t comply. “Relax,” he says again, hands stroking her sides, lips on her cheeks. “I won’t hurt you.”
“Much,” she completes for him because pain is an integral part in everything that they do. He loves putting her in pain as much as she loves receiving it.
“Much,” he rumbles in agreement, turning her face to kiss her again.
She’s coiled tight, head almost up against his neck in her body’s attempt to push him out of her body because it feels too much.
“Relax,” he says.
“Okay, okay,” she whispers but he’s already moving. The first drive is all precarious control and the second is even less steady, his face twisting and snarling and she can’t keep tensing even if she wants to- she’s coming undone, her body unfolding, her fingers gripping the back of his neck as he leans down to busy his face in hers and breathe in the scent of her arousal- of her. “Please, please,” she gasps, her teeth digging into the nape of his neck.
Whatever gentleness he had been striving for in the first two thrusts disintegrates and he’s drilling into her, snarling, his hands shredding her sheets. It hurts. It’s painful and hard and it makes her head spin and everything feel blindingly terrible for several seconds that seem to drag on forever in her mind.
This short story contains scenes of public humiliation, domination and submission, public sex, werewolf knotting, size difference, age difference, exhibitionism and voyeurism, gangbang, and so much more.
Contents
Look Inside
Chapter One: Interview
Chapter Two: The Dungeon
Chapter Three: Choking
Chapter Four: Interview
Chapter Five: Intent
Chapter Six: Office Exhibitionism
Chapter Seven: Public Indecency
Chapter Eight: Fisting
Epilogue
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Chapter One: Interview
The smell of smoke permeates the air, clinging to her nose and filling into her lungs before she has the chance to greet the man on the other side of the door.
“Smoking is bad for your lungs,” she blurts before her mouth has the chance to consult with her brain about the things that come out of it. She regrets it the moment the words leave her lips. “I’m sorry,” she murmurs quickly, feeling silly for saying it. She didn’t know he smoked. Then again, she supposes there’s a lot of things she doesn’t know about him. She really doesn’t know him at all.
Jackson doesn’t bother hiding the irritation in his eyes he glances up from the stack of papers in his hands. His beautiful blue eyes fix in a well-practiced glare at her. When she grimaces and looks down, she can almost feel the way he smirks in satisfaction.
She’s going to be paying for speaking out of line and he knows that she knows. She really should know better by now. It’s odd, seeing him outside of her little apartment in the middle of a rather ruined building in the middle of nowhere, without the loud music from her neighbors and overwhelming rank of alcohol from all around them.
Everything is too clean- smoke aside. His office feels too big and too bright, the floor to ceiling glass windows letting in so much light that she feels as though she’s squinting all the time. The silence is broken only by the soft exhale of him letting out another lungful of smoke, and then it’s back to the disconcerting ringing in her ears from how quiet everything is.
She can hear the squeak of her heel that’s held together by stubbornness and glue.
The oddest thing about it all is that she had no idea how truly and ridiculously rich he was until yesterday, when she received a reply on the job that she applied for amidst the hundreds of other applications she sent to various companies all over the state.
It only read. “Come in at 10:00 on the 30th, pup.”
She remembered standing in the kitchen in absolute shock at the familiar handwriting on the paper.
It’s hard to believe that this is the same man who took her virginity all those months ago. She had just walked out of the bar with a man twice her age and a head taller than her who’s keen on undressing her even before they reached his car.
It’s a spur of a moment thing. She had just broken up with her boyfriend and he needed a quick lay, so she served herself on a platter to her. His car was too far away and they ended up in an alley in the middle of a bakery that still smelled like freshly made buns and coffee from the cafe next door. She shouldn’t be more di
stracted by the smell of the coffee than by the way he’s slobbering all over her back.
It felt weird and she found herself thinking that she would much rather be lying in her bed at home instead of losing her virginity to this man she wasn’t even very attracted to just because she’s pissed at her ex. She pushed herself off the wall and tries to convey put her thoughts into words. “Wait-” she started.
Instead of pulling away like she hoped he would, he pressed in deeper, pushing his hips against her and letting her feel just how hard he had gotten already.
“Wait!” she tried again, louder this time in case she simply didn’t hear her the first time, but he continued to lick and mouth along the back of her neck, his hands on her shoulders pushing her firmly in place. “Stop!” she cried out, thinking- hoping that it would surely work this time, but he doesn’t even slow, continuing to nip along the back of her neck. She’s beginning to panic.
She felt her heartbeat racing as she started to panic. She closed her eyes and tried to breathe against the panic, but the sense of helplessness that overtakes her senses is both terrifying and terrifyingly arousing. There must be something wrong with her because in the heat of the moment, she actually wanted him to fuck her despite not liking him at all.
“Stop,” she yelled even though her pussy is getting wet, inner walls clenching and relaxing like her body is milking a cock that’s not there.
She felt the hot press of his lips against her neck, wet and slick and his hand sliding up her thigh and between her legs, fingers pushing past the tight panties to feel the heat between on her pussy lips and then- his fingers were inside of her, fingering her, getting her nice and wet and-
The press of his body against her own was gone and she’s left completely alone suddenly, twisting around and letting her skirt drop back to cover her modesty. Her eyes widened. She saw an even bigger man holding up the man who had been kissing her by his neck, slamming him up against the wall. His muscles bulge and as the moon cast it’s light on his face, she saw that he is half shifted, his face more wolf than human, upper lip pulled back.
She had only ever seen Alphas on television screens before and seeing one in real life now, one half shifted with his fangs all pointy and sharp and-
His face snap in her direction and his nostrils flared as he breathes in the scent of her arousal.
She whimpered.
He let go of the man and then suddenly she’s being pinned against the wall again, but this time, the man- the beast, was much more arousing. He licked a wet stripe up her neck, tasting the tears she didn’t realize she had been crying. “Virgin,” he rumbles, one hand curling around her waist and the other tugging her panties down to her ankles. His fingers- his claws, slide up her inner thigh, leaving a phantom press of pain there and it is no until he is cupping her sex that he gains enough control of his body to turn back human again, claws turning into fingers, sharp fangs turning blunt.
She hoped fervently that he won’t be able to smell her disappointment.
“Sweet little virgin,” he growled. “I could smell your arousal all the way from inside,” he said and at that point in time, she thought he worked in the bakery or something. It was only later that she found out he had only been in there for a cup of coffee and literally smelled her from inside the building. She had no idea Werewolves had such strong sense of scent. “Poor baby,” he growled, sliding his fingers inside of her, stretching out her virginal hole.
She cried out from the pain of getting stretched when his fingers splayed open, but it only hurt for a second. He pulled his fingers out from her tight heat and showed her the way blood coated around his digit before licking his fingers clean.
She grimaced. “That’s so gross,” she said before her brain could warn her not to antagonize the bigger, stronger, Alpha Werewolf.
He growled at her in warning and she kept quiet after that. “Poor little virgin, out here all on your own. Are you going to scream for me when I take you?” he asked. “Will you struggle when I put my cock inside of your tight pussy hole and breed you full of come?”
She probably shouldn’t be even more turned on by that dirty talk, but her body has other ideas, her core growing tense and her body growing hot. “No?” she squeaked.
He grinned against the back of her neck and unlike the guy earlier who was all enthusiasm and zero finesse, he was the exact opposite, sucking bruises on the back of her neck, licking and sucking bruises on her skin to make her feel hot and cold all over, like her body has forgotten how to work. “Liar,” he rumbles at her throat, and then he was rubbing her clit and making her so hot all over.
He didn’t bother with much more foreplay than that, pulling back so she could hear the sound of his zipper coming undone, and then he’s guiding the head of his cock to her opening and fucking her from behind, taking her virginity with one rough shove that was accompanied by the harsh sting of his teeth on her neck, biting hard enough to draw blood.
“Such a tight little virgin,” he growled, covering her mouth with his hand so she can’t cry out beyond punched out whimpers as he thrust into her over and over again from behind, taking her virginity and making her for himself. “You’ve been a bad girl,” he growls close to his ear. “What’s to be done about that, hmm?” he rumbles, his voice vibrating down her spine and making her entire body tremble.
He rut into her without any consideration of her pleasure, selfishly chasing after his own orgasm and used her body to his liking and it really shouldn’t make her so hot that her brain feels like it’s melting, but it does.
She orgasms to the sensation of him coming inside of her, filling her hole until she is dripping come all over the cement floor.
Chapter Two: The Dungeon
Everything kinds of escalated from there.
He introduces her to this little place called The Dungeon, where he takes her apart piece by piece and puts her back together. At first, they just watch other people have sex. It’s a surreal experience for her, who had only been a virgin until that night at the alley.
The Dungeon is a fetish place for Alphas Werewolves and just Werewolves in general who enjoy fucking humans- and she supposes it’s for humans who enjoy getting filled by Werewolves.
It is kind of humiliating at first. She’s aware that a bunch of them are looking at her like she’s dinner, just waiting for the opportunity to pounce and take her, but Jackson is territorial and very patient with her. He doesn’t push her into doing anything she’s uncomfortable with. That doesn’t mean they don’t do anything, though.
He lowers her reservations slowly, so slowly that she doesn’t notice him doing it at first. The first week they watch a werewolf fuck a woman up on the stage, he touches her under her skirt and pushes apart her panties, rubbing her clit and then pulling her up into his lap so he can mouth along her neck as she comes, trembling apart on his thighs.
The second time they are there, he tugs down her tank top, revealing her breast and perky nipple. The others are doing the same too, the ones who’d brought their lovers along are touching them too- they’re doing more than what he’s doing. They’re undressing them and fucking them right there. She looks away, blushing several shades of red and is quickly distracted by his mouth covering her nipple, shifting her so that she’s straddling his hard cock and gyrating against him wantonly.
The third time, he doesn’t even let her get dressed properly, ripping her underwear free on the way there so she was half naked during the show. She keeps crossing and uncrossing her legs, knowing for certain that the werewolves are more than capable of sniffing out her arousal. Then again, it would be a little hard telling apart her arousal from the rest of the people around her. She imagines it must smell like arousal in here all the time.
During their sixth meetup, he takes off all her clothes with his claws and it was so hot she can’t even open her mouth to protest when he pins her against the table and spread her legs open, eating her out with there with the wine glasses rattling on the
surface and her cheek pressed against the napkin. She is sobbing and begging by the time he finally pulls his mouth away from her cunt and guides his cock to her opening. Like their first time, he doesn’t bother being slow about it, pinning her in place as he thrust into her and takes her, fills up all of her with his thick length and making her head spin. She makes so much noise, unable to keep her mouth close, and people are watching them, watching her.
She orgasms so many times that her brain’s synapses stops working entirely and she stops thinking altogether. Jackson tells her later, as he’s rubbing feeling back into her arms after dressing her back. He holds her until she can feel again and then he thanks her for thrusting him so much to let him do that to her.
She thinks that’s the end of things- that he’s gotten what he’s wanted and they’ll stop now, but he finds more and more ways to shatter her conservative values. Two months after losing her virginity to him, he offers her up to the other Werewolves in The Dungeon and she has sex with six of them. And then two of them at the same time, and then three, and four, and he decides that her pussy isn’t quiet enough and starts training her to take cock in her anal hole.
He plugs her up with small toys at first, uncomfortable little things that makes her feel like she’s constipated- and then moves her to bigger and bigger things until she’s taking up something that’s the size of her wrist.
He makes her put it into her self that first time and she remembers being so embarrassed about being the only one doing anything.
Staring shouldn’t be so hot. He shouldn’t be allowed to be so hot.
“Could you- Um- can you help, please?” she whimpers halfway into the pillow.
He doesn’t answer her beyond a low growl, upper lip pulled back, a warning for her to be good and just do what she’s told. He doesn’t like it when she questions him, not when it comes to sex and not when it comes to- well, anything, really.
