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In this NSFW Choose Your Own Adventure, your life as Satoru's sugar baby comes with extra privileges this evening...

🔗READ/PLAY HERE to make your own choices! [Playthrough by Anonymous] CW: foursome, dom/sub dynamics, daddy kink, pet names, PWP

“I think you’ve learned your lesson,” Satoru coos, softly kissing away the tears that have stained your cheeks from the spanking. “Now, give daddy a big kiss. I’ve missed you after all.”

He taps his cheek, and you give it a quick peck before laying your head on his shoulder, snuggling into his warmth. Your body heats up as his hands pull your shirt up once more, exposing your ass to the cool air of the room.

“You were right,” the monk-like man speaks calmly. “She certainly is a pretty thing.”

“Seems to me obedience isn’t her strong suit,” the blond states flatly. “I don’t think I’d enjoy a brat.”

“Forgive her,” Satoru laughs, slowly groping your ass. “Poor thing is just feeling a bit shy. We've never played so... openly like this, y'know? She usually puts her all into her obedience.”

Their comments aren't registering in your brain; you're too focused on sniffling into Satoru's neck, the scent of his skin placating the faint ache on your bottom more than any balm would. Your brain is racing, mortified that he's touching you in such a way, especially in front of his so-called friends. What's even more embarrassing than that, though, is how much you're enjoying it.

And you aren't the only one. Underneath you, the rock-hard, aching bulge between Satoru's legs is something you can't ignore.

You shift your weight, a subtle movement that presses you more firmly against the hard length straining against Satoru’s pants. A soft gasp escapes you, and you feel his grip on your hip tighten in response, his thumb digging in possessively.

The sound of the blond man clearing his throat breaks the tension. “Are you quite finished? We need to go over what we came here for.” His tone is clipped and impatient, but you can hear the gruffness behind it, a roughness that betrays his own arousal.

Satoru glances over at your school supplies scattered across the dining room table. “Princess,” his voice is syrupy sweet, and it sends an instinctive shiver down your spine. “Clear your laptop, okay?”

“Yes,” you breathe, still feeling a bit wobbly from the adrenaline of being claimed so thoroughly in front of two strangers.

Before you can pull away, Satoru has your throat in his grip again. “Yes, what?”

“Yes daddy,” you correct yourself while biting your lip.

He pulls you in for a soft kiss, mumbling against your lips. “Good girl.”

Upon extracting yourself from his lap, you’re met by one last tug on your sleeve. “I want this off."

You look at him, before your gaze flicks to the other two guests, to whom Satoru has barely said anything. Your eyes come back to Satoru's, and you can’t hide the anxiety in them. "Now? Are you sure, daddy?"

Hesitantly, you grab the hem of his dress shirt, then trace your fingers along the buttons. With shaky hands, you slowly undo each one before letting it slide to the floor. You feel the cool air kiss your nipples through the sheer mesh of your bra, the see-through fabric and frills not leaving much up to the imagination.

You can't help but feel the heatwave of embarrassment wash over you as you start to gather your laptop and school bag. The three men are chattering now, and you hear faint mentions of "domains" and "barriers" but can't make logical sense of any of it.

Ducking your head down, you scurried to Satoru's master suite and set your belongings carefully on his dresser before returning to the dining room. The three men had already arranged themselves around the table, seemingly having a serious conversation about work.

You stood in the threshold of the room, hands folded behind your back as you patiently waited for Satoru’s next command.

You wait silently, hands clasped behind your back, your bare feet cool against the polished concrete floor. The three men are deep in discussion, their voices low and serious. Satoru has his sunglasses off now, his brilliant blue eyes sharp and focused as he listens to the blond man—Kento, you heard Satoru call him earlier—lay out what sounds like a logistical problem.

As soon as Satoru catches you in the corner of his eye, he makes a slight gesture towards you. You can hear the faint metallic click of a belt being undone, and you bite the inside of your cheek, knowing exactly where this is leading. It doesn't help that the dining room table is entirely made of glass.

“Princess,” Satoru beckons, gesturing in the direction of the kitchen. “Will you bring us a bottle of wine from the kitchen?”

“Yes daddy,” you comply, quickly excusing yourself. It only takes a moment to retrieve the red blend from the counter and three glasses before walking back into the room. As the men talk, you uncork the bottle of wine, mechanically pouring it into one glass at a time with practiced ease. After each man has been served a glass, you carefully set the bottle on an empty spot in the center of the table. Before you can step away, Satoru points to the space under the table. "Princess, come."

Without a word, you obey, sinking to your knees on the plush rug before positioning yourself under the table at his feet. The glass surface above you gives you a distorted, fishbowl view of the three men's torsos and the wine glasses resting on the tabletop. When your face is level with his crotch, you notice that his pants are much too tight. His cock is practically throbbing underneath the dark fabric.

Clasping one hand on the armrest of Satoru's chair, you raise your head just a bit to mouth over his twitching erection, giving it a loving kiss, darting your eyes up at him for a reaction.

Satoru looks down at you with his brilliant blue eyes, smirking at your adoring expression. Then, you feel Satoru's large hand caressing the top of your head, not applying any pressure, just letting you know that he's here. He starts stroking your hair, allowing you to fumble with the button of his pants. It doesn't take long before you're face-to-face with his achingly hard cock, barely held together by his boxers. You never get used to the sheer size of it, and the sight makes you involuntarily gulp.

“Put that mouth of yours to good use, princess,” he hums.

Tugging your head forwards as if you were nothing but a ragdoll, Satoru smushes your face against his erection. Your jaw falls open and soon enough, you're salivating all over his clothed cock, your tongue lavishing across his boxers, feeling every ridge along his shaft.

Satoru barely pays you any mind, resuming his talk with the black-haired man. The only way you can tell he's affected is from the way his fingers dig slightly deeper into your scalp.

Your fingers fumble to free his cock, pulling back the fabric slowly until it springs up and slaps slightly against his toned stomach. You lean forward, pressing a soft, worshipful kiss to the tip of his cock, then give it a slow, teasing lick from base to head. Then you start alternating between soft licks and gentle sucks, your tongue tracing every vein and ridge, committing the shape of him to memory. He lets you continue, his hand stroking your hair, his breaths coming slow and deep, not caring that the other two men could see what you're doing underneath the clear glass table.

Suguru is shocked at how obedient you are, his breath audibly catching as he watches you worship Satoru's cock. He almost yearns to have you for himself.

Meanwhile, Kento is only slightly amused by your little act. He himself has yet to find a plaything that shares the same sense of obedience. He silently wonders whether Satoru is actually going to share you tonight, like he promised.

You take a steadying breath, then open your mouth wider, trying to accommodate more of him. The head of his cock bumps against the back of your throat, and you force yourself to relax, letting him slide deeper. Tears prick at the corners of your eyes as you fight the gag reflex, your throat working around his girth.

Satoru’s hand tightens in your hair, holding you there. “That’s it, princess,” he murmurs, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through you. He doesn’t pull you off, just keeps you impaled on his length while he continues talking to Suguru about something called “veil maintenance.”

The ministrations of your mouth are only barely heard from above the table. A soft gag every now and again, or the sound of you pulling off Satoru’s length to take in a sharp breath before taking him back in the wet heat of your mouth. You can tell Satoru enjoys it more than he lets on. As the formal conversation drags on, his hand is constantly finding its way under the table in order to force more of his cock down your throat, holding you there for minutes at a time before you’re allowed to breathe. He’s looking to give Kento and Suguru a show.

To your own surprise, you genuinely like being the dumb little fucktoy Satoru has made you out to be. The mess in your panties is evidence enough. It isn’t until you start moaning around his length and deepthroating him with every bob of your head that Satoru decides you’ve done well enough.

"Princess," he calls out, grabbing your chin, "do you want to keep my cock warm?"

The question has your core aching the moment it leaves his lips. You know better than to turn down such a rare opportunity.

You nod your head fervently, looking up at him with pleading eyes, your body practically shaking with burning anticipation. "Yes, please, can I daddy?"

He scoots his chair back a bit to make room for you. "Come," he murmurs, patting his thigh in a beckoning measure.

You waste no time crawling out from underneath the table before taking a moment to stretch out the ache in your legs. Suguru, seated to the left of Satoru, has a perfect view of your ass as you bend over to slide your soaked panties off. You feel the heat of him watching your every move as Satoru eyes you, too.

When you make a motion to hand your drenched panties to Satoru, he shakes his head, pointing to the man behind you. "Why don't you gift your panties to Suguru, doll? I’m sure he’s dying to get a piece of you.”

Suguru chuckles, an amused look plastered across his face as you turn around, shyly handing the soiled lace to the man Satoru had called Suguru.

“Thank you, darling,” Suguru purrs, stuffing the flimsy material in his pocket for later, a memento of sorts.

Turning your full attention back to Satoru, he guides you so that you’re standing in between his legs. Seconds later, he’s pulling you down onto his thick length, murmuring something about taking your seat. You can barely hear him as you impale yourself on his cock, taking a moment to relish in the sweet burning sensation as you stretch around him. You bite your lip to silence a drawn-out moan, crossing your legs and making yourself as comfy as possible on his lap with his dick throbbing inside you.

"You feel so big, daddy," you whisper, your voice trembling as you adjust to the stretch. The words are barely audible, meant only for him.

Satoru's arm tightens around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest. "I know, princess," he murmurs into your hair, his breath warm. "You take me so well."

Minutes pass, and Satoru’s engagement in the conversation never falters. In fact, he has his right arm wrapped around your waist, often brushing over sensitive parts of your skin, or abandoning all feelings of shame to fondle your breasts. You can't even focus on the things they're talking about, not when he has you so exposed and needy like this.

"For the best vantage point," Satoru muses, a hand sliding up your inner thigh and ghosting over your clit, "We should observe from here—"

His conversation goes in one ear and out the other as he pries your legs apart, forcing one on either side of his before widening his legs. You're one hundred percent exposed.

Kento can see this occurring from across the table but gives no immediate or obvious reaction to it. He finds it all to be rather provocative, struggling to keep his own arousal contained.

Satoru tries to hide a smug smirk as his fingers playfully dance down your stomach. He doesn’t care about exposing you per se, he wants to show off his little plaything, make his colleagues envious as they watch, but can't touch. His nimble fingers slowly draw circles around your aching clit, finding the shaking of your legs and fluttering of your walls utterly filthy.

A soft, involuntary moan escapes your lips as his fingers continue their maddening circles. You try to press your thighs together, but his legs keep them spread wide, leaving you utterly vulnerable to his touch and their gazes.

Satoru’s assault on your clit increases, now rubbing faster than before. He manages to maintain a regular conversation, however. The pressure is starting to build in your stomach, and he knows it from the way your legs shake and try to snap closed.

“Daddy!” You moan with reckless abandon, “I’m gonna—"

“You haven’t asked for permission yet,” Satoru warns, his eyes darting to the stoic blond across the table. “Why don’t you ask Kento if you can cum?”

Your eyes snap to Kento's, desperation making your lips tremble as you try to get the words out. “P-please Kento! Please c-can I cu-cum? I've been, ah! So good!"

"Kento? Who's Kento?" he coos in a tone that you'd almost mistake for something sweet. "Call me 'sir' or you don't get to cum."

Satoru feels you starting to clench tighter around his length; he knows you aren’t going to last much longer.

"S-sorry! Sir! Can I please cum sir?" you nearly scream, the words tumbling out in a frantic rush.

“Not yet,” Kento states emotionlessly, his eyes raking over your trembling frame. “Hold it.”

Satoru chuckles. It’s exactly what he would’ve said, but your body is failing to hold on, you’re going to burst any second now. Snaking an arm around your waist to keep you still, the other continues its deadly pace on your clit.

“Please sir I can’t ho-hold it anymore!” You cry, trying to pull Satoru’s hand away from your throbbing core. “I’m gonna c— oh, fuck!”

You continue shaking, unable to form coherent sentences anymore. It takes everything you have to keep your impending orgasm at bay.

“Come on Kento, she’s been so good,” Suguru purrs near your ear, his body coming closer to watch you come undone. “Let the poor thing have this.”

Kento's jaw clenches, but he leans forward to rest his head on the palm of his hand, his eyes never leaving you. "You may cum now."

Before he can even get the command out, you let go. Your orgasm is so strong that you start seeing white behind your eyelids, and your mouth begins blabbering out an unintelligible combination of Satoru's and Kento's names.

Kento gives an amused huff as your head falls back onto Satoru's shoulder, your pussy still gushing around his cock. Your liquids seep into his pants, creating an obscene stain on his dress slacks.

Satoru holds you down as you're thrown through wave after wave of your orgasm, your hips bucking up and down desperately. As if that wasn't enough, Satoru counts breathlessly in your ear to measure how long it takes between your peaks of euphoria, before grinding his cock against your sweet spot just in time with each one.

Satoru holds you through the last tremors, his own breathing ragged against your ear. He can feel the tension in the room shift, the air thick with unsated hunger. Through half-lidded eyes, you see the way Kento’s knuckles are white where he grips his wine glass, and how Suguru’s elegant fingers have stilled on the tabletop, his gaze fixed on the mess you’ve made.

“Looks like you riled up our guests,” Satoru hums, lazily dragging his nails up and down your sweat-slicked side. “Why don’t you be a good girl and help them out?”

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