He sat there, leaving back in the dining room chair, legs splayed wide, thick thighs flexing in his chinos as he talked. I could see myself sliding my hands across each one of his legs, his words stuttering and faltering as he felt my touch. Knelt between his legs, I’d slide his zip down as I stared into his eyes, watching his face fall while he struggled to focus on the call or on me as I fished his cock out and then… I went to get to my feet, but Tobias put a hand on my shoulder. I looked around with a question in my eyes, and he said something I never expected to hear.
“Crawl to him.”
“What?” I frowned, frantic thoughts and feelings bubbling up at the mental image that made. Like I was some kind of animal, somehow less than—
“Try it out.” His tone was both mild and containing a steely core. “You won’t know how it feels until you do. If you hate the idea, you don’t have to.”
“But why—?”
“Well, apart from the lovely view of your arse that we’ll see as you move, it helps put you in a different mindset—a submissive one. Some people like that, hate it, or just don’t care. It’s only experience that tells us in which camp you’ll fall, but…” Those perfectly shaped lips curled just then. “I have an inkling that you might like it.”
I blinked, my eyes flicking from Tobias to Beau, then back again, while he just waited, sitting back in his perfect suit, staring at me with those alien eyes, waiting for me to make a decision.
This feels fucking stupid, I thought as I went down to the floor, the marble cool under my hands and knees.
“Back straight.” Tobias’ hands, his words, helped shift my stance. “Hips up high. There, perfect. How does that feel?”
“It’s…” I rushed to answer him, to tell him how fucking weird this was, but as I looked down, I saw my nails turn to claws. “Different,” I finished lamely. “It’s different.”
“Sometimes, that can be a good thing, moving us into a different mindset, one that’s unbothered with all of the minutiae of the day, that’s much more open to the sensual. Mm…” He ran a hand down my spine, rubbing across my arse so the folds of fabric teased my overheated cunt a little. “Very, very nice. Now go to Beau. Max is right—he will need a lot of rewards at first, to get him to accept all the things you have proposed.”
Crawling was…strange. I caught Lucien’s rapt stare as I moved, making me think he chose these shorts for exactly this. Every movement reminded me of my body, my skin, and he watched me intently, catching every inch of flesh revealed. Still, it was to Beau that I crawled, unnoticed for the moment, which seemed to awaken something inside me. Something that walked on four paws, not two feet, that snarled, my lips peeling back from teeth that ached right now, up until my fingers landed on his knees, dragging Beau’s focus down to me.
I kneeled there, right between his feet, and then put a finger to my lips, indicating he should keep talking. His brows knotted in confusion until I reached up and pressed my hand down on his cock.
He was hard, achingly so, something I think all four of them were enduring lately, but he only let out a little gasp in response before hurriedly replying to whomever he was speaking. I slid down his zipper slowly, enjoying the sound of each tooth releasing, then went to his belt. His hand was there before me, opening it up and tugging it free until I batted him away and took over.
“Yeah, yeah…” His voice had a little breathless edge to it. “I heard that too.”
The last syllable elongated slightly as I reached in and drew out his cock. The tip wept, pearly beads of cum forming there, ready to be ejected. I darted forward, licking him clean to the sound of Beau’s choked back reply.
“Ahh…I might have to…”
I pulled away, letting go of him in that moment, so my hands went to his knees, and Beau stared down at me below the table.
‘Please,’ he mouthed at me.
‘Keep talking,’ I mouthed back.
“Sorry, I thought something had come up in the office, but it looks like it’s being handled,” Beau said smoothly, belying the way his eyes fell closed and he sucked in a breath as I wrapped a hand around his shaft. “Yeah, things have been hard around here, but they’re looking up.”
He slapped a hand around the phone, muffling the hiss of his breath as I licked him from knot to head. More pre-cum pulsed out helplessly, sliding down his shaft to give me a salty treat. I licked and licked, covering his whole cock with my tongue, before I began to circle the head, and then his hand shot out. He grabbed a handful of my hair and then pushed me downwards, forcing it into his mouth.
I heard the footsteps, the shoving away of a chair as they all came closer, watching their brother fall apart under my ministrations. Beau tried, he really tried to continue the conversation, but he was so achingly hard.
“Oh shit!” he yelped as I sucked hard, swivelling my tongue around his cock, then pressing it rhythmically at the sensitive point just under the head. It jumped in my mouth, flexing and dry firing, readying him for what was to come. “Sorry, mate, Tobias has just come in with an emergency I need to sort out right now. I’ll call you back. Yep, love to your family.”
The call was ended and the phone was slammed down so hard onto the tabletop, I was worried it might crack, but neither of us could focus on that right now.
“You sucking my cock, omega?” Beau said in a low desperate tone, his hands balling my hair back into a rough bun, then smoothing one down the back of my neck. “Fuck, you do that so well. Not fucking fair, crawling over here to me and not letting me see every fucking minute of that. I need it, omega. I need you.”
I was moving faster and faster, my eyes streaming as he thrust up with every stroke, driving his cock as deep as he could without me having to jerk free, his whole body quivering with the sensation.
“Tell me you’re ready for this, omega. I’m gonna shoot my fucking cum right down your throat in a minute, for being the naughty little minx you are.” That was when my hand covered his knot, feeling the taut texture ripple as I squeezed.
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” His curses marked each pulse of cum as it erupted, forcing me to swallow as fast as I could, and yet, when he pulled free, some still oozed out. He swiped that right back into my mouth as he stared at me wild-eyed. “Swallow every damn drop, omega.”
When I did, I got my own reward. I let out a little sound of alarm as I was picked up and placed on the tabletop, facing the rest of the room, still on my hands and knees. The purpose was quickly revealed.