*All characters are 18+*
Ava lay across the bed, eating pocky in her boyfriend's t-shirt, watching Sailor Moon once again somehow not recognize Tuxedo Man. "All he did was put on an eye mask!" she groaned in gentle frustration. She was in a good mood today; it was a sunny Saturday morning, her love was supposedly cooking them breakfast today (she'd believe it when she saw it), and she had caught up on all her work assignments. She sighed peacefully, looking forward to a chill, peaceful day.
She glanced towards the doors as Michael walked down the hall towards their room. She let her eyes glaze over his body, appreciating every muscle and line of that walking meal. It didn't hurt that he was her Daddy, and she was his babygirl. He could just look at her for a second too long and she would begin to melt. It was almost unfair. What she didn't like was the emptiness in his hands.
"I thought you were cooking breakfast today babe?" She asked him. He leaned against the door frame, watching her with a mischievous look on his face.
"We need to go to the store. I made a list of what we need." He crossed the room and sat down on the bed next to her, handing her the list before pulling her legs into his lap and stroking them softly. She read over the list, trying not to focus on his hands on her thighs. Eggs, bread, milk, cheese, fruit, water, ice cream, ground beef, chicken, and chips.
"Okay, so we just need these 10 things?" she turned over looking at him, curious about that look still on his face. He bent down and kissed her softly on the lips, then neck, and lifting the hem of her (his) shirt, kissed her right above her vagina. She shuddered at the sensation of his fingers working their way up her thighs, and gasped as they entered, two at once.
He gently, yet firmly, twisted his fingers while driving them deep in her, searching for gold. She sighed when he pulled them out, her breathing slowing down, but before she could say anything, she felt him place something else in her: the new remote vibrator that had arrived last week.
"Ah!" she gasped, arching her back as he twisted the vibe inside her, laughing.
"What's wrong babygirl? You alright?" She chuckled at him.
"You got jokes." He laughed, then stood up, and tossed her a bra.
"Come on and get dressed so we can go." She sat up, looking at him incredulously.
"We're going to the store with this toy inside me?" He nodded silently, a small smile creeping onto his face. He went to the closet and sifted through her clothes before pulling out a red and gold knee-length sundress.
"Wear this." he instructed, laying it down next to her bra, and walked out of the room. Ava sat there stunned, but excited. She had always wanted to try remote toy play in public, but how would it feel? How long could she take it? Currently, he still had it on sleep mode, but the simple feeling of it sitting snugly in her pussy had already begun to make her hot. Obediently, she put on the bra, dress, and a pair of sandals, and grabbed the grocery list.
Michael was waiting for her by the door, keys in hand. When she drew near, he pulled her into him, holding her face and kissing her deeply. She moaned against his tongue in her mouth, as his hands massaged her ass, her arms wrapped around his neck. Oh, she was ready now, fuck breakfast!
She clung on to him tighter, lifting her leg up against his waist, hoping he would grab it and pick her up. But he didn't. He drew away from her, a smoldering darkness in his eyes. He wanted to take her now and they hadn't even left the house. "Nope babygirl. I promised you breakfast, remember?" He laughed as she pouted. "It will be worth the wait." She reluctantly followed him outside and into the car.
Michael turned on the radio and jammed along to the tunes as he drove. Ava tried to relax, but every time the car hit a bump in the road, she was reminded of the toy inside of her. She peeked at his phone, knowing the app was open, but he hadn't touched it. She fidgeted in her seat. "Soooo....when are you going to turn it on?" she asked him. He chuckled, not looking at her.
"When I'm ready. Patience, little one, patience." She pouted a little bit in the seat, but he still paid her no mind, snapping his fingers to the beat on the radio. Ava's excitement and nervousness grew as they pulled into the parking lot. Turning off the car, he handed her the list. "You'll need this. I'm just here to make sure you don't fall."
He walked around to her door, helping her out. "You ready?" he asked her, smiling. She simply nodded, and smiled back, finding herself unable to get words out. She took a deep breath, accepted his hand, and they walked into the store together.
Michael retrieved the basket and Ava put her purse down inside, laying the list neatly on top. Eggs, bread, milk, cheese, fruit, water, ice cream, ground beef, chicken, and chips. Michael stood behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist, phone in hand. She looked down and watched as he finally turned the app on, starting on the lowest setting.
She shifted as she felt the soft vibration begin inside her. It wasn't intense, just a small hum resting against her walls. Oh this was doable. She smiled to herself, confident that she'd be just fine. Ava shivered as Michael's lips brushed the tips of ears.
"You seem happy. Hmmm. Look at the list again. There are 10 items on the list." she nodded, and he continued, holding the phone up to her so she could see the app. "There are 10 settings of increasing intensity here. Whenever you take something off the list, I will increase the toy to its next level. We'll see how you do."
He stepped away from her, a family of children walking by. She stared at him wide-eyed, her confidence deflated. 10 settings? What does that even feel like? She shifted again, the soft hum pressing against her walls again. "O...kay. Let's do this then..." She trailed off. Michael laughed at her change of behavior and rubbed her back.
"You'll be just fine. Come on babygirl."
Eggs, the first item on the list was on the other side of the store. Michael walked a pace behind her, humming a tune to himself, his hand in his pocket where his phone was. Ava was fine when they had gotten out of the car, but as she walked the soft hum continued to heat her insides slowly. Every step she took, she felt the toy shifting inside of her vagina, where Michael had deeply planted it. Gratefully, the eggs were on a shelf that was eye level to her.
She grabbed an 18 count carton of grade A eggs, and put them in the basket. Looking at Michael, he smiled softly at her and she watched his hand move in his pocket, increasing the toy to level 2. The difference was instant. While it was almost as soft as the first setting, the pulsating rhythm had changed, almost staccato. She cleared her throat and stood still for a few seconds, allowing her body to adjust. With a soft breath, Ava crossed eggs off the list.
"Okay...next is bread." Ava scanned the aisle markers, groaning when she realized the bread aisle was by the entrance, back on the other side of the store, where they had entered. She turned to Michael. "Did you make the list in this order for a reason?" He simply smiled at her and shrugged, not answering her question. That was an answer in itself.
By the time they reached the bread aisle, Ava had begun to feel a small sensation, almost pressure in the bottom of her torso. It wasn't unbearable or even painful, just different. Michael reached down and grabbed a loaf of Nature's Own Butterbread. As he stood up, his hand moved in his pocket, and the pulsing vibration switched again, slightly stronger than the last setting and matching the beat of a marching drum. Michael watched her amusedly as she shifted her stance, squeezing her thighs together, a concentrated look on her face. Awww...babygirl was trying to readjust. How adorable.
Michael took the list from her, and crossed off bread. "Alright...next is milk. It's back over there by the eggs." Ava gave him an annoyed look and he laughed out loud. She didn't appreciate this one bit. He couldn't wait to fuck her back to happiness later. She stalked past him, her bratty side beginning to peek its little horns out.