Let's play, Daddy

Camille's POV

"Pass the salt Camille," my father grumbled, "I knew I should have done the veggies myself."

I passed him the salt with a glare. "Keep insulting my cooking, and I'll never help in the kitchen anymore."

"Knowing how to make a decent meal could save your life, you silly girl. Right, Gavriel?"

I glanced beside me to see Gavriel grunt something unintelligible. My father sat at the head of the dining table, babbling off on dishes and whatnot, unaware of the tension that brewed between us.

We started eating a few minutes ago. I was well aware of the coolness of the chair I sat on against my naked butt. I was even more well aware of the vibrator buried deep in my pussy. When I rocked slightly, the handle would hit the surface of the chair and send little thrills of pleasure through my body.

I was getting desperate. He hadn't turned on the vibrator yet! Was he seriously not going to?

"Do you need salt, Gav?" I asked him.

His keen eyes stared at me suspiciously. I shot him