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I watch him from my languid positioning on the bed, the dark room illuminated by the light from his computer and the pinprick glow from his headset. Groggy from just waking up from a long nap —judging by how dark the room is— I can’t tell what game he’s playing, and I stir under the silk covers as he murmurs lowly into his microphone.
“For fuck’s sake, just— okay, cover me, damn it!”
I blink at his words, immediately recognizing his situation being a bit more dire than I imagined. I reach for the throw blanket and wrap it around myself before I quietly make my way out of bed and towards him. I manage to be quiet enough to reach him without him noticing, and then I tap his shoulder. He whips around, face wild.
“What—! Oh, baby! Fuck, you scared me.” He taps the mute button on his headset and lowers his voice, staring into my eyes attentively. “I’m sorry, did I wake you up?” His eyes flit across my body, looking for something I’m not quite sure of.
I shake my head from side to side, and then look at him pointedly. His eyebrows furrow.
“What?”
I stare at his lap, and then back at him. He remains confused for a second, and then cracks a lopsided smile. “Oh? Baby girl wants to sit on her Daddy’s lap?”
I nod eagerly, and already begin to drop my blanket and move to straddle his lap. He jolts at the sudden movement and reached out to grab my hips. “Woah, baby, slow down.” He moves his face until he’s in my view. “You know you have to be good while Daddy plays with his friends, right?”
I hum in agreement and complete my task, slinging my arms around his neck and burrowing my face into his chest, my knees and legs resting in the empty space of his chair. He groans as I rest my weight on him, and then wraps his arms around my back to grab back his controller. I can hear him fiddling with something, and then his voice rumbles deep in his chest and against my ear.
“Sorry guys, I’m back.” A pause, and then — “Yeah, my baby girl just seems to be a bit needy tonight.”
I can hear muffled laughter coming from his headset, and I can’t help but blush and lean back, reaching out to lightly slap his arm. He looks down at me, amusement written across his expression. “Oh? My little girl doesn’t want Daddy’s friends to know how needy she is?”
I blush even harder, disbelieving at how forward he’s being in front of his friends. “Daddy…” I whisper lowly, grabbing the front of his shirt. He laughs.
“Don’t worry, baby, Daddy’s friends are just like him. They all know how needy some sweet girls can be.” I huff at his words, and turn away from him, cheek pressed against his chest and staring into the dark of the room out of spite. I can hear his friends responding animatedly in his headset, but can’t make out anything in particular. He pauses to listen, clicking something on his controller, and then I can hear laughter shaking his frame before—
“Baby?”
I look up at him with narrowed eyes. His wide grin is nearly mischievous, and then, “My friends want to talk to you.”
My pouty expression falls and is replaced with one of confusion. “Me?” I ask softly. “Why?” My eyes flit to the computer screen, where his game seems to be paused, and back to him. He shrugs, already motioning to take off his headset. “I don’t know. Here. Be good.”
I cautiously reach to take the headset and put it over my head, adjusting the microphone so that it rests near my mouth, and then I speak. “Hello?”
There’s a pause, and then a round of loud laughter. I can make out the different voices of a few, but I just sit there frozen until they die down.
“She sounds sweet.”
“Yeah, real cute.”
“Good on you, Shadow!” This one is louder than the rest, and I look back up at Daddy, assuming Shadow is referring to his gamer tag. And of course, he has a shit-eating grin on his face, eyes twinkling.
The first voice sounds softer, gentler, than the rest of them. He speaks again, this time directly to me. “What’s your name, baby?”
I blink at Daddy, and he nods, so I respond softly with my name. The voice chuckles. “Shy, now, are we? It’s okay, baby. I’m Cypher.”
The one who called my Daddy Shadow speaks up again. I can tell he’s the loudest of the group, having to reach up to put the volume down a tad as he says, “Oh, come on, Cypher, don’t act all poised now. Cut the bullshit.”
“Jealous, Hunter?” Cypher sounds like he’s holding back a laugh as he teases his friend. Hunter huffs in response.
“Whatever. I’m Hunter, little girl.” He pauses, seemingly remembering something, and then speaks again. “Ghost, introduce yourself.”
There’s rustling in the background, and then the deepest voice of the group speaks, sending shivers down my spine as it echoes against my ears. “Ghost. We’ve heard lots about you, angel.”
I wearily look back up at my Daddy, and say, “Really?”
Ghost chuckles. “Oh, yeah. You seem to be quite the troublemaker.”
I flush, and my voice automatically raises in defense. “I’m not a troublemaker,” I complain. Daddy laughs at my words, and his hands tighten on my hips. I shift uncomfortably.
Hunter decides to share his own two cents, of which I can tell he does quite a bit. “Well, you must have done something for Shadow to make you cockwarm him under his desk yesterday the entire time we played Modern Warfare.” He sounds smug, as if he knows it’s something I am hearing for the first time. Although, to be fair, he’s right.
My head shoots up to look at my Daddy in shock. “What? You told them?!” I can hear laughing and offhanded remarks in the headset, but I’m dead set on Daddy, who snickers a bit and leans his head back on his headrest.
“Mhm.”
I pause for a minute, processing the implications of his admission. And then I groan, reaching to cover my face. “Oh, no…”
Cypher pipes up. “What’s wrong, baby?”
I ignore him, attention still focused on my conversation with my conniving Daddy. “Does that mean… they know… everything?” He simply nods, a smile flitting across his feature as he remains lounging on the headset, eyes closed softly.
Ghost speaks up again, voice rumbling. “Quite. And it seems you are quite the brat.”
I can’t help but let my temper take over, frustrated with my Daddy’s friends judging me without even knowing me. “I am not a brat!” Upon hearing my voice raise, Daddy quickly sits up, caging me between his chest and the desk.
“Little girl.” His voice is stern, and I notice his friends have gone silent. “You know better than to be rude.”
I look at him wide-eyed, not expecting for him to be genuinely upset with me. I immediately back down, voice lowering with guilt. “I’m sorry, Daddy.”
He hums, unconvinced. “I’m not the one you need to be sorry to. Apologize to Daddy’s friends.” I blink at him, and he does not budge. “Now.”
I can’t help but let out a small whimper, embarrassed at the idea of his friends hearing me submit so quickly without any pushback. Still, I push away my pride and softly whisper, “I’m sorry…”
“Why are you sorry?” Daddy eggs me on even more, and I yield to it.
“I’m sorry for being rude to Daddy’s friends.” I try to bury my face back into his chest, but the new angle doesn’t allow me to do so, and I struggle in his lap for a few seconds before giving up. There’s a pause before anyone speaks up again.
“Hm… I’m not convinced.” The voice belongs to Hunter.
My head pops back up, unbelieving at his words. Did he not just hear me say sorry twice? But, somehow, the others agree with him.
“You’re right. Doesn’t seem like she’s learned her lesson yet.” Ghost.
“Shadow?” Cypher prompts loudly, as if he’s trying to make sure Daddy can hear him. And it seems like he does, as Daddy shifts, reaching to turn up the volume a bit more and then pull the headset slightly off the ear opposite to the microphone.
“Yeah.” Daddy responds gently, and then his hands move. One goes to grab my waist, and the other reaches around my back, reaching down and—
I gasp and my hips buck as his hand brushes over my ass and reaches down to my core, my thighs tensing. At this angle, I can’t close my thighs over his hand to make him stop. “Daddy?” My voice shakes as I weakly attempt to pull away to look at him. His grip, however, has pressed me against him to where my chin rests on his shoulder, and I can barely move away. Staring over his back, into the darkness of the room, I am trapped.
Daddy’s hand starts to move slowly, rubbing against my cunt through my sleep shorts, and I moan softly, hips jerking again and then sinking back down with nowhere to go. “Daddy…” I whine.
“Don’t beg me.” His voice is deeper than before, coated thickly with lust. “Beg them.”
My eyebrows furrow in confusion. And then, Cypher speaks up again.
“Your Daddy told us all about your little fantasies, baby.” My neck heats up in embarrassment as he carries on. “How you like to be humiliated, degraded… how much you love attention on you at all times.”
Hunter laughs as one of Daddy’s fingers press firmly against my clit through the fabric and I moan loudly, unable to hold back my noises. My fingers grip the shoulders of his shirt tightly.
“Sounds like she’s having fun, Cypher. Maybe it isn’t a punishment for the slut at all.”
Ghost chimes in, voice low and alluring. “Not yet, anyways.”
I finally find my voice. “What… what do you mean?”
Ghost hums and responds to me. “Just relax, angel. Doesn’t it feel good?”
I process his words as Daddy rubs my clit slowly, and I melt just a bit more, pleasure clouding my brain. “Yes,” I moan, hips angling so Daddy’s finger presses against me just a bit more. Daddy chuckles in my other ear.
“That’s good,” Ghost prompts gently. “Now, do you want to apologize properly for raising your voice to me?”
I whine in embarrassment as I realize what is happening. Four sadistic men who no doubt have been planning for the exact moment to bring me back down to Earth… but I can’t be bothered to analyze the situation as the pleasure builds, my core burning.
“I’m sorry, Ghost, for raising my voice at you and being rude. I… I didn’t mean it. I’m sorry.” My apology is breathy as I move my hips back and forth against Daddy’s hand, needing more stimulation. His grip tightens on my waist, but I ignore it.
“What a slut.” Hunter proclaims pointedly, and I hear Daddy let out an amused huff. “Two minutes and her brain is already leaking out between her legs.”
I whine at his words and weakly protest, “…it’s not… oh!” I get cut off by Daddy’s hand moving back to my ass, dipping into my waistband and curling his hand to meet my dripping core once more, this time with no fabric to dull the sensation. His fingers glide easily through my folds, and I let out a keening moan, eyes fluttering shut.
“There she is.” Cypher sounds softer this time, breathier, and my brain focuses just for a second to realize… oh god. they’re probably getting off to this.
“Shadow.” Hunter speaks up again, a hard edge evident in his voice. “I think she needs a bit more than that, don’t you?”
Daddy hums in agreement, and suddenly, my brain short-circuits as a long finger slides into me. “Oh!” I exclaim, head popping back up and fingers digging into his back. Hunter laughs at my response. “Yeah, just like that.”
Daddy adds another finger and slowly picks up his pace. I can’t help but let little punched out moans escape from me with each thrust, eyes scrunching shut. “Daddy, please…” My voice trembles.
I can feel Daddy shaking his head. “Don’t ask me, little girl. Ask them.”
Cypher lets out a low groan. “Yes, baby. What exactly do you need from your Daddy’s friends?”
I whimper, core tensing as my Daddy’s ministrations intensify and I can feel myself nearing the edge. “I…” I trail off, embarrassed.
Hunter snorts. “Don’t act shy now, little slut. Say it.”
Hunter’s words cause me to clench around Daddy’s fingers, and he notices with a low whistle. “Oh, Daddy’s little girl loves being called a slut by his friends, huh?” Hunter laughs in response.
“I…” I shakily exhale. “I need to cum…”
Ghost hums appreciatively into the headset, sparking goosebumps all along my exposed skin. “Good girl. But are you sure you deserve it?”
I cry out as Daddy’s fingers brush against my g-spot, little white sparks dancing in my field of view. “Yes! I do! I apologized, I’ll be good…”
Cypher moans a bit louder this time. “Fuck. Look how good you’re being now, all you needed was some obedience fucked into you, huh?” I nod at his words, not even processing that the only one who can see me agreeing is my Daddy. As if he can read my mind, he laughs.
“Please…” My voice is practically a whisper now, fingers slowly letting go of my Daddy’s shirt and loosely reaching to his shoulders for support. He doesn’t slow down a bit, just steadily pumping his fingers into me with no hesitation.
“What do you think, Hunter, Ghost?” Cypher asks animatedly, as if putting on a show for me. I can hear rustling and background noise before Ghost speaks up first.
“She apologized very sweetly… I’m okay with it.”
Hunter takes a while to respond, during which I whimper at a particularly deep plunge of Daddy’s fingers. “Oh, I don’t know… fine, the little slut is practically crying with impatience. Let her cum.”
I cry out again, and Cypher lets out a groan before he says, “Shadow, seems like the council has spoken.”
I can barely process what happens next as Daddy’s fingers are suddenly not inside me anymore but instead rubbing harshly against my clit. In seconds, I reach the edge and am plunging off it, a sharp stream of liquid drenching my shorts and Daddy’s lap below me. I am crying out, I realize, as I cum, clenching my Daddy’s shoulders with all my strength left.
Time fizzles as I hear muted groans in the headset, and the groaning— no, growling of Daddy above me as he eventually slows his rubbing, making small circles on my clit. I whimper quietly, head resting in the crook of his neck.
“Fuck, she made a mess.” I absentmindedly note Daddy is speaking to his friends now, headset missing from my own head.
A pause, and then—
“Cypher, no way you came in your pants like a teenager.” Daddy’s voice seems filled with incredulity, and the sound of muted laughter floats in my ears.
Daddy shifts below me as my eyes flutter shut. “Yeah, yeah, take care of that.”
As I drift off into the welcoming void of sleep, the last I can make out is an assured, “Oh, absolutely. Next time you’re all welcome over.”