BuzzzZZZZZzzzzzZZZZZzzzzz
"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.
