Daddy makes me wear my vibrator to the bookstore, pt. 1 [d/s] [ddlg] [impact] [blowjob]

**All characters are consenting adults**

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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, Rae?” 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.

“Little tease,” he admonished, quietly. “Do you know what little teases get?”

The cheeky reply of “More books?” was on the tip of my tongue but the impact hit before I could respond. A book had fallen at my feet. He had dropped a book with one hand to cover the sound of his other hand delivering a hard slap to my ass.

I gave a stifled yelp, feeling the heat bloom across my skin.

Footsteps.

“Sit down.”

I rearranged my skirt to cover me and dropped down onto the armchair. I hurriedly picked up the top book from the shelf and pretended to look engrossed in it. It was some B-list celebrity’s memoir from 10 years before, unfortunately. Daddy was halfway down the aisle and was looking completely at ease, as if he hadn’t just left a burning handprint on the curve of my ass. He was trailing his fingertips across the spines of the books and the movement made my breath catch in my throat. I wanted those hands moving across my skin. Especially the tenderness left behind by the hard spank he had just given me. Before giving me more. Always more.

The footsteps paused and one of the employees from the front peered around a shelf at us. He was young and shaggy haired, wearing a t-shirt bearing the name of the local university.

“Finding everything okay?” he asked, somehow managing to sound bored in just three words.

I wanted Daddy to answer but he was still pretending to be engrossed in examining the books. Clearly waiting for me to speak up.

“Yes, thank you!” I replied. My voice sounded high and unnatural to my own ears. I hoped my face wasn’t as flushed as my ass felt.

“Great,” he replied uninterestedly, already turning away. “Let us know if you need any help.”

His footsteps faded and I sighed.

“Had enough fun for today?” Daddy asked, grinning at me over his shoulder.

I narrowed my eyes. I wasn’t going to be the one to back down. “No,” I replied, rising to my feet. “I want a couple more things.”

“Someone’s greedy today.”

I made a noncommittal noise in return. I meandered up the classics aisle and turned the corner. It was the very end of the fiction section. Daddy was following me. Excellent.

I felt the toy come alive again in a slow rolling pattern against my clit. The slight lace of my underwear was no match for the relentless teasing of the day; I could feel that my wetness had seeped through to the tops of my thighs. My eyes were moving across the bottommost shelves.

“Look!” I pointed. “VanderMeer!”

I turned around to face him. “Which one were you looking for again?”

Kneeling down to examine the books put me eye level with the front of his jeans. I leaned forward and pressed my mouth to the outline of his cock. I kissed where I knew the tip to be before opening my mouth to send my warm breath through the fabric.

“I, um, I don’t remember,” he replied, voice strained.

Finally hearing a crack in his composure sent a line of liquid heat straight to my core and spurred me on. I pulled back and looked up at him from under my lashes. “Hmmm…let me think…” I undid the button of his jeans.

“We finished the Southern Reach novels…”

I started lowering the zipper.

“Was it one of the Ambergris books?”

I traced the outline of his cock through his underwear before moving them out of the way.

“Or one of the ones set in the Borne universe?”

Finally, his hard cock was free. I admired it for a moment before leaning forward to drop a kiss on the thick tip. I looked up to see that his eyes were on me and his jaw was clenched tightly.

From base to head, I gave a long wet lick. “It’s on the tip — of — my — tongue…” I said, teasing my tongue along the ridge of his cock head after every word. Teasing was fun but I needed more. I grasped his belt loops to pull him closer to me. I gave a happy hum to feel his hard cock filling my mouth.

“Fuck, baby,” he cursed under his breath.

“Mmhmm,” I murmured. I started sucking in earnest, not bothering to stifle the wet sloshy sounds. I heard the basket drop to the floor and then his hands were tangled in my hair. He moved my mouth over him roughly, using me just the way I wanted. A particularly hard thrust pushed him to the very back of my throat and I gagged but couldn’t help gripping his legs tightly to bring him even closer. More.

“Enough.”

(to be continued…)

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/n27bvo/daddy_makes_me_wear_my_vibrator_to_the_bookstore