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"I can do this," I murmured, under my breath. I pressed my thighs together, and gasped when I realized that it only made it worse. I clenched my eyes shut and took a deep breath.
"What was that, babe?" he asked, a teasing lilt to his voice.
"N-nothing," I replied, stammering as the panty vibrator hit another crest in its unpredictable pattern. Rising and falling, strong enough to make me tremble before backing off.
Curse Lovense. Curse the damn Ferri. Curse me for buying it.
"Oh, okay. Let's go," he says, cheerily. As if my very sanity wasn't being controlled by the phone in his pocket. I climbed out of the car, smoothing down my short skirt as I did so. He watched me appreciatively, not bothering to disguise his gaze.
I sighed. I had put on the short plaid skirt and knee socks to tease him on our outing. But he had realized my mischief and suggested I wear my new toy as well. "Oh, and I suspect you'll have to wear underwear," he'd said, a smirk lifting the corner of his mouth. "It'll have to attach to something, right?"
I hadn't dignified that with a response, just opened my drawer with a huff and selected a black lacy thong. He'd watched as I slipped it on under my skirt and then clipped the vibrator to it. It nestled perfectly against me, the round black magnet blending in nearly seamlessly to the lace.
"Good girl," he'd praised. I'd only scrunched my face in reply.
The used bookstore was huge, comprised of multiple storefronts as well as additions added to the rear and sides. Countless shelves of every genre imaginable across multiple rooms, as well as comics and DVDs, CDs and records. It seemed made to be lost in, with threadbare armchairs shoved into quiet dusty corners. And on weekday mornings like today, it would be practically empty.
...at least I really, really hoped so.
I tried to arrange my face into some semblance of normalcy as we greeted the employees behind the counter. There were no other customers in sight and the two workers seemed to be busy sorting through a large stack of books and DVDs on the counter.
We started to explore, filing through the labyrinth of books, pausing when something caught our eye. He took mercy on me when he saw that I was genuinely interested in a book, and dialed down the intensity. But in the reference section, surrounded by ancient encyclopedias, he pulled out his phone. I turned away from him, trying not to give him the satisfaction of seeing my face. I felt the vibrations ramp up as he swiped his thumb across his screen, creating a new pattern that lingered longer on the higher setting.
I bit my lip and gripped a shelf until my knuckles went white.
"Fuck," I whispered, closing my eyes.
He stepped closer to me, until I felt his warm breath on the nape of my neck. "Language, little girl," he chastised. He reached past me with his left hand to pull a book off the shelf and held it open where I could see it. His right hand delved under my shirt, shoving under my bra to rub and pull at my nipples.
"How's this one look?" he asked, casually. "Like it?"
I couldn't help it - I whimpered. I leaned back against him, feeling unsteady on my feet. The vibrations on my clit. His touch on my sensitive nipples. It was too much, I could cum any second.
"Daddy," I whispered, frantic. "Too much - I'm gonna cum -"
"Not yet," he ordered, voice stern. "Not until I say."
I nodded, not trusting myself to open my mouth. I leaned my head forward against the shelf and tried to control my breathing and myself. He waited until I calmed myself down before he lowered the vibrations.
"What should we look at next?" he asked, looking around.
I scowled at him and strode off toward the classic section with as much dignity as I could muster. He chuckled but let me go.
The classics were tucked into the corner of one of the very back additions. The floor under foot was scuffed, uneven hardwood that echoed my footsteps back to me. The aisle dead ended at a battered chintz armchair and spindly end table piled with books. Cozy.
The Ferri was on a low setting, not enough to get me close but enough to be a pleasant distraction. I thumbed through the novels. Some were well-loved while others were new enough to have been bought for a school assignment and never opened again. I was considering replacing my worn copy of a Maya Angelou novel when I heard footsteps. The vibrations spiked sharply. I just managed to muffle my cry and dropped my book in the process.
"Oh, there you are," he said, watching me from the end of the aisle. "I thought I heard you. You should pick that up."
"I agree." As I leaned down, I couldn't resist. I flipped up the back of my skirt so that my nearly bare ass was exposed to him. I picked up my book and straightened, my skirt falling back down to cover me. I walked over to him, holding his eyes as I put the book into the basket he was carrying. "I want this one."
"Know what I want?" he asked, lowly.
"A book?" I asked innocently, folding my hands behind me. I was standing close enough to feel his breath and he wasn't stepping back. I stole a hand down to caress the front of his jeans and was gratified to feel the hardness there. "A hardback, maybe."
He didn't return my bright smile. Instead he leaned forward into my touch and whispered to me, "You are going to walk to the chair. Raise your skirt again and lean over the arm. Now."
I did as he commanded, my steps the only thing breaking the silence around us. We could have been the only two people in the world. He set down the basket of books but didn't follow me. He waited until I was bent over as ordered, facing away from him.
I listened as he walked towards me, the apprehension building in me. I didn't think he would fuck me right here but imagining that he might built a furor that was only exacerbated by the low humming of the toy. Part way down the aisle, I heard his footsteps pause and I hoped it wasn't because someone was coming. But I didn't dare to break my position to check for myself. I held myself there, hair spilling forward to hide my flushing face. The air danced across my bared skin and I shifted my weight impatiently. Finally, he stood behind me.
