“Will you be a good girl for Daddy?” His husky voice dripped with lust.

“Yes, please fuck me hard, Daddy." I answered, breathlessly.

His hands were all over my body as he pressed into me roughly and I could feel my pussy swelling in response to his hardness.

"Good," he whispered against my ear, teeth nipping at my skin. "Because you'll be a damn good whore."He bit down again, pulling away from me long enough to grab one of my wrists and pin it above my head, then began fucking me hard, his hips rolling violently and slamming into mine in time with his movements.

•• •• ••

Camille Caldwell, tasked by her wealthy father to learn the ropes of business under the watchful eyes of a dear and trusted mentor, Gavriel found herself juggling between being a dutiful secretary and a seductive temptress at night.

At first, all she wanted from him was for him to give a good report to her father of her behavior, but as she got closer to him, she couldn’t resist the magnetic attraction that drew her to him.

When Billionaire Gavriel Donovan agreed to take the only daughter of his friend under his wing as his secretary, he merely counted it as doing a favor for an old friend, but Camille will have him doing the unthinkable, and he’ll have her pinned beneath him, screaming for more pleasure.

Can their forbidden desires survive in a world where their romance is regarded as abominable?

Was Gavriel willing to put his friendship and reputation on the line for a girl he was old enough to father?

*****

This book unapologetically contains very dark, raw, and mature contents. Do not open unless you'd love to be stuck in a sex-filled, lusty, and romantic world.

Aroused by the stranger

Camille's POV

"Jessica! Jessica!” The crowd of masked men chanted as I danced and stripped on stage. Loud music filled the entire club, and I grinned, trying not to get lost in the song.

It looked like today's payment would be worthwhile. We had a large crowd, after all. Adjusting my mask to keep it from slipping, I swayed my hips towards the pole on stage, dressed in black lace g-string and bra, and began grinding against it.

“Show us those titties!”

“Take it off!”

The men yelled, and I tossed them a grin. Just when I reached for the strap that held my bra up, my eyes connected with a pair of eyes.

He sat away from the men surrounding my stage. He had a black mask on and a white shirt that bunched against his muscles tautly.

I could see every outline of those forearms as he raised a glass of whiskey towards his lips and my breathing stuttered.

For a second, I wondered how they would feel if I kissed him. How could lips look so inviting? I could imagine them on mine, claiming, demanding, and taking.

My stomach tightened as I noted the rest of him. His jaw was clenched and looked so sharp, I could swear they could slice through anything.

I couldn't make out the color of his eyes, but they burned. I felt them trail down my skin. And then they met mine again as he took another sip.

My knees weakened, and my hold on the pole slipped. He was drinking me in. Every gulp, every swallow. The crowd melted away, and it was just him.

I watched his Adam apple work up and down in his throat as he swallowed and parted my lips in a silent moan. I wanted to climb down the stage, walk over to him, and kiss it.

Then, slowly work my way down that magnificent chest. His hands set down the glass, and my thighs tightened at how large they were. He was a huge man.

I doubted his hands were the only thing huge about him.

He blinked and looked away, breaking the spell he had on me.

What on earth was that? I had never felt so… seduced. And he had done nothing more than look at me.

What if he touched me? With those large hands? Grabbed my tits and fondled them? My thighs grew slick and pressed harder against the pole, grinding my pussy against it.

“Fuck it all!” I heard a man yell and before I knew what was happening, I was being dragged off stage.

“Let me go!” I demanded, shoving at the man who had grabbed me. The security guards were supposed to make sure this didn't happen. But they were nowhere in sight!

That wasn't good.

“Let you go?” The man said with a disgusting leer on his face. “You naughty tease. Admit it. You want to be fucked!”

Certainly not by him!

I drove my knees between his legs and watched him crumple to the ground, screaming like a little girl.

I barely had time to celebrate my victory however because the men around me went into an uproar. They grabbed my arms and tried to push me on my knees.

Panic drilled through me. If I didn't get out of here, bad things would happen. I could barely see or breathe with the men yelling and laughing around me.

“No, please no!” I cried, trying to pull away from them. Tears stung my eyes and rolled down my cheeks. “Let me go!”

My eyes caught the stranger I had seen earlier. He rose from his seat, about to walk out of the club.

“Help me!” I called out to him. “Please!”

He stared at me for a minute, clenching his jaw as if considering helping me, then pushed through the crowd.

I was right, he was a huge man.

He towered above everyone else and had no difficulty tossing people aside as he made his way towards me. A large hand yanked me out of the men's grasp and pulled me into his arms.

A woody scent filled my nose and I let out a soft sigh. He smelled so delicious.

“Not yet, pet,”

A shiver slid down my spine as he spoke. His voice was low and raspy, running down my skin and making me terribly wet.

He led me through the crowd that way. Me, protected in his arms, as he shoved anyone who stood up against him.

“You can let go now,” he murmured low in my ear, skimming his lips over my ear lobe.

I shuddered and stepped away, looking up at him.

Hazel. His eyes were hazel. They burned as they stared down at me through his mask. My pussy throbbed and I bit my lip trying not to moan as I recalled the way I had been pressed up against that hard body.

He cupped my face, freeing my lower lip from my teeth.

“You shouldn't do that, pet,”

Pet. I don't know why that made me even wetter. This should be embarrassing. We were outside the club in a corridor. The thong I wore barely covered my pussy. I could feel my juices dripping down my thighs as I stared up at him.

“Why?” I whispered.

“Because I’ll demand compensation,” He replied in that deep timbre of his.

My nipples poked through the lace, begging to be let out. His eyes darkened as he ran his tongue over lips and then muttered.

“You're a naughty little slut, aren't you?”

“I… I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me.” I replied, trying to step away from him. His arm came up around my waist, jerking me towards him until I was flush against that hot hard, delicious body. I could feel his dick go hard.

“Ohh,” I moaned breathlessly.

“Are you wet?”

As he asked the question, his hot palm trailed down my backside, pulling on an ass cheek and spreading them apart. More juices spilled, soaking the lace thong and then rolling down my thighs.

“Fuck,” he growled, spanking my ass and I squealed in surprise. “If you were mine, you would be up against the wall right now, pet.”

He delivered another spank and I buried my face in his chest, squirming in his arms, wishing he would touch me where I needed him the most.

“I could be your slut,” I mumbled, staring up at him.

His eyes darkened and I yelped when he spanked my ass again. “You could be? Or you will be?”

My mind buzzed lightly with awareness that this was going too far. He was a stranger and I shouldn't fraternize with anyone from the club.

But he felt so good. And I was so horny. I needed him. Who knew, I may never see him again.

He pulled on the thong I wore causing it to dig into my pussy and a cry slipped from my lips. Pleasure shot through my veins.

“Answer the question my pet,” He hummed, pulling harder.

If I thought I was wet earlier, then I was flooded.

“Yes!” I cried, head thrown back as he tortured me. “Yes I'll be your slut, just fuck me already.”

He let out a slow long hiss and rapidly switched places. “So eager. You are so fucking eager, aren't you my pet?”

My back was pressed up against him, his cock digging into my back. A large hand pried my legs apart.

“Spread them,” he ordered. “And keep them that way.”

“Yes,” I drawled when his hand trailed hotly down my back, slipped between my ass cheeks and found my pussy.

He pushed the panties aside and pressed his fingers against my aching core. We both groaned at the impact.

“You're so fucking wet!” He growled, slipping two thick fingers into my sopping wet cunt. “Did dancing for those bastards turn you on? Tell me!”

“N-No,” I moaned. Oh he was driving me crazy. Thick fingers invaded my pussy, thrusting repeatedly, harshly. I loved it! I pushed my ass deeper on his fingers, grinding on them.

“Hump my fingers like the dirty slut you are,” He growled. “Dancing on that stage, for all those bastards to see. Did you like it?!”

I moaned, too lost in the sensation I felt to pay attention to what he said. He withdrew his hands then and I cried in disappointment.

Three successive hard smacks landed on my ass.

“Oh fuck!” I cried arching against him.

“Answer my question pet,” He hissed harshly, nibbling at my earlobe. “Did you like those men touching you?”

“No,” I whimpered, trembling. “Please. Please,”

“What are you begging for, pet?” he mocked, delivering another spank to my ass, this time a little too close to my pussy. “Make it clear.”

“Make me cum. Please make me cum!”

I was way beyond redemption. I just needed those fingers back in my pussy.

“You crave release?” He chuckled.

“Yes, yes please.”

“You know what sluts do when they want something? They beg. Get on your knees and beg, my pet.”

On my knees?

I looked down at the ground and slid down on my knees. My ass propped up towards him.

“Beg,” he hissed, spanking my pussy this time.

I yelped as I tingled all over, more juices spilled and I could feel myself get closer to the edge.

“Please make me cum,” I moaned, wiggling my ass at him. “Please? I'll be a good little slut. Just make me cum please!”

“I want to fuck that dirty mouth so bad,” He groaned, slipping his fingers into my pussy this time and fucked me with it. Hard.

I held on to the ground, welcoming the invasion, relishing it, feeling those thick fingers fill me up.

“Look at that,” he murmured. “Your pussy lips taking my fingers like the greedy little slut you are.”

Anyone could step out and see my pussy getting violated by some stranger and that thrilled the hell out of me. His thumb found my clit and swiped at it before pressing down suddenly.

That set me off. I exploded, squirting all over his fingers and hands, moaning as I did.

His fingers didn't stop fucking me all through my orgasm.

“Look at you, making a mess everywhere,” he growled. “Get up.”

I struggled to, still reeling from my orgasm. He wrapped a hand around my neck and slipped the fingers that had just been in my cunt into my mouth, fucking me with them as he had just fucked my pussy. I moaned as I lapped up my juices off his fingers.

When I calmed down from my orgasm, the realization of what I had just done dawned on me.

I had allowed a random stranger to touch me! Eyes wide, I stepped away from him, staring in disbelief. Without waiting for him to say a word, I turned around and raced towards the elevator, ignoring my mask as it fell.

I had to get out of there!

Special request

Camille's POV

“Thanks for driving me home, Megan,” I muttered, staring at the huge Caldwell mansion before me.

“It's nothing,” Megan replied, giving me a soft smile. Her green eyes glistened with unshed tears, and I sighed.

“Megan, for the last time, I'm okay,”

“You got grabbed at!” she cried, throwing her arms around me.

She had picked me up from the club. I had given her the short version of what had happened. A man grabbed me, and someone saved me. The longer version would have included me bent over, begging my ‘saviour’ to fuck the daylights out of me.

I couldn't tell her that!

“I am fine,” I told her, patting her back. “I have to go. The lights are off, thankfully.”

Megan pulled away then, swiping her auburn hair out of her face. “Shouldn't you tell your father you need money? You're Camille Caldwell!”

“I am also a grounded 22 year old,” I said, pursing my lips. “I'll figure this out Megs, drive home safe, okay?”

One last hug and I stepped out of the car and slipped through the gates. A short maxi dress covered the lace lingerie I had wore while stripping, yet I could feel the cold whipping at my skin.

A flash of me, on my knees before that utterly delicious man, begging to be fucked ran through my head and I stifled a moan. I should not be turned on! It was silly and dirty and…

… You're a naughty little slut aren't you?...

His voice rang in my head making my nipples tighten.

I shook my head, trying to focus as I snuck through the living room. The lights came on and my father sat on the sofa, his blue eyes, the same shade as mine, glared at me.

“Hi Dad,” I gave a sheepish grin.

“Where have you been, Camille?!” He demanded, rising on his feet.

I shrugged and heard him grit his teeth. “Do not play games with me, young lady! You were supposed to be in your room!”

“I got bored!” I replied, shrugging again. “What the hell am I supposed to do all day, dad? Stare at the wall?”

“You were supposed to reflect on what you had done! On all the things you had done!” My father yelled. “I gave you the very best of things! I sent you to the best schools! And what have you done with your life Camille? Besides drinking and partying and almost killing someone else!”

That struck me. Tears stung my eyes but I bit my lip holding them back. “It was an accident!”

It had happened a few weeks ago. We had been returning from the club and one minute I was driving at break neck speed, the next minute there was some crazy girl trying to cross the road.

I hadn't meant to hit her!

“She may never walk again!” Dad thundered. “Do you have any idea how much I have paid, to make sure her parents never send you to prison?!”

I scoffed and turned, trying to climb the stairs that led to my room. “Let’s not pretend you did it for me, Dad. You did it to save your reputation!”

“That's enough!” He yelled. “I have had enough. Grounding you isn't enough. I have given you too much freedom growing up and look how you turned out so irresponsible. You will learn responsibility.”

“Yeah sure whatever Dad,” I muttered, taking a step when he spoke again.

“You resume work as Donovan's secretary on Monday!”

“What?!”

Donovan? Gavriel Donovan? He was my father's best friend, the coldest man on earth and the man who I had spent all my teenage years crushing on. Tall, handsome but way too old to be on my radar. I hadn't seen him since I was sixteen! And if Dad spoke to him to get me a job as his secretary, he was definitely going to treat me like a child.

“No!” I grumbled, folding my arms.

My father laughed harshly. "Camille, I am not giving you a choice. It's either that or we speed up your marriage to Chad Martins!"

"No way! I don't want to marry Chad! He has to be the most boring bloke ever!"

"I don't care!" My father yelled. "Three strikes. For every time you fail to be the perfect secretary to Gavriel, You'll get a strike. The minute they turn three, Camille, you'll be married off to Chad Martins by the very next day!"

And with that he walked past me, climbed the stairs, ignoring my screams.

_____

“Come here,”

That deep husky timbre filled my ears and my eyes opened. I was back at the club, dressed in my lace lingerie standing before him.

His huge body filled out the chair he sat on, and those eyes burned holes on my skin everywhere they touched.

“Come here, my pet,”

His pet. My thighs quivered. I walked towards him slowly, the sounds of our breathing filling the air. I stopped only when my knee brushed his thighs and heard him mutter a curse.

His shirt was gone revealing a set of dreamy abs. My mouth and pussy watered. I needed him so bad.

“Knees,” he ordered. “Your knees, pet."

I obliged, falling on my knees while facing him. He reached over, pulling on my panties and I arched in pleasure. Oh that felt good. My pussy throbbed desperately for more.

More of him.

He spanked my ass then, hard and repeatedly, driving me crazy.

“Please,” I cried when a hand found my nipple and clamped around it. “Please more! More.”

“You want more? You want me inside you?”

My eyes fell on the swollen dick and I nodded. I couldn't wait to see it. To taste him. To feel him roughly grab my hair as he fucked my mouth. And then feel that huge monster fill and stretch out my pussy.

“Tell me!” He hissed, cupping my jaw. He leaned low, warming my face with his breath. “Tell me what you want!”

“I want your cock,” I moaned.

“Mhmm, where my pet? You're going to have to be a little more specific.” He ordered, giving my cheeks a light slap. My pussy clenched at the hit. “Where do you want my cock?”

“In my pussy! Please,”

“Such a good girl, ” he praised, leaning over to smack my ass, before withdrawing. I watched him slide down his trousers, and the most magnificent cock I had ever seen sprung out

He hooked my panties with his finger and ordered in that grumpy voice of his. "Take it off, take it all off."

"Yes,”

He seemed pleased, spanking my ass lightly as he watched me peel off the bra and thong.

"Turn around," he mumured and I obliged.

His hands reached for my breasts, stroking them, kneading them.

"You like my tits?" I whispered and he made a low raspy noise in his throat before speaking.

"Suck them, I want to see you take them in your mouth."

Cupping my heavy mounds, I pushed one up towards my mouth. Holding his hot gaze, I licked the nipple and sucked on it.

He hissed, his face contorting as if in pain as he watched me suck. "That's it pet. Suck on your titties."

"Mhmm," I hummed, raising the other mound and sucked on the turgid nipple. It felt so good. Knowing he was watching. Knowing I was giving him pleasure. I flicked the nipples with my tongue, propping my breast together until the valley between them disappeared.

He groaned loudly, stroking his cock, and then my alarm rang. The dream faded away as my eyes opened, revealing the ceiling in my bedroom.

My breathing was heavy, the dream had felt so real. So hot. I laid on my bed, nipples stiff and begging to be touched. My pussy was sopping wet underneath my silk night dress and I desperately wished he was here.

Hazel eyes. Hazel.

I would bet he could make me cum just by staring at me with those sexy eyes.

Shoving aside the bed covers, I parted my thighs. The silk dress fell to my waist, revealing my bared pussy. Closing my eyes, I slid a hand over the wet quivering pussy, imagining he sat before me like he did in my dream.

Those hazel eyes would burn as he watched me touch myself. I ran my fingers through my lips, tensing and melting under the pleasure that coursed through my veins. He would spank me hard if he were here.

Spank my pussy where it burned until I shook and trembled from his touch.

I fondled my breasts with my free hand as I rubbed between my thighs. I had never been this horny, so horny before.

I had never offered my pussy to a stranger to fuck in public either. I slipped two fingers inside me. They were no where near as thick as his invading fingers, but I imagined they were.

I imagined I was back there in that corridor, my pussy exposed for him to use. To own. To command. To fuck.

I imagined that I hadn't run off. That I had remained on my knees and watched him yank down the pants he wore. His cock would spring out, hot and hard and huge.

Finding the hood of my clit, I shuddered, trying to finish the damned dream in my head.

I wanted to be sprawled before him. Before those burning eyes his fingers toyed and played with me. I wanted him to say those nasty words as he did so.

Is this what you want, pet? Such a dirty slut aren't you. Look at that greedy little pussy wrapped around my fingers.

"Yes!" I cried, rubbing faster. My juices pooled, wetting my fingers, coating them.

I'd bet they had coated his fingers that way yesterday. Had he licked them? Would he love the way I tasted? I could see him on his knees, face buried between my thighs, that hot wicked tongue, probing and licking and teasing my cunt.

"Yes!" His teeth graze against my swollen pussy lips and he pulls at them. Sucking licking, tonguing the fuck out of me. Pleasure pulsed and built up in my veins and I arched my back, rubbing my clit faster, moaning as my climax hit. "Oh yes yes YES!"

I gushed as I orgasmed, my head went light and dizzy, my body went limp and crashed deeper into the bed and for a minute I laid there, shuddering and breathing heavily.

"That was fucking delicious," I murmured, staring back up at the ceiling with a grin.

My phone pinged and weakly I groaned, trying to grab it off the bedside table. There were two notifications. The first was from Jordan, my ex boyfriend. The jerk was asking for the cash I had promised to send to him last night.

The cash I would have gotten if I hadn't run off from the club.

I swiped his message aside and opened the next. An email. It was the club. A client had requested my services.

"On the pretext," the mail read. "That you perform for him and him alone."

Wild pleasure

Camille's POV

“Your client is right behind this door,” Toria, the club manager, said, gesturing at the doors to one of the private suites the club owned. “Don't screw this up, Jessica. He paid mad money to see you.”

Well, wasn't that just great? I needed money if I wanted to keep Jordan off my neck. Adjusting my new mask, I took a deep breath and knocked on the door before turning it open.

The suite had a living room area and a bedroom farther inside. I walked in, locked the door behind me, and dropped the trench coat and bag on the sofa.

“Hello?!”

Where was the client?

And damn he was one rich client. Only the extremely rich ones could afford renting a whole suite just so they could watch a stripper.

What if he wants more than ‘watching’? A voice in my head asked, and before I could think up an answer, a familiar voice spoke.

“Hello, my pet,”

Holy hell! I whipped around to see him leaning against the wall. He had a mask on but was shirtless.

Whatever abs I had seen in my dreams, they paled in comparison to the real thing. His chest was chiseled, ragged. Even the tiniest of movement caused his muscles to contract visibly. His black pants hung dangerously low on his hips, teasing me.

Delicious. I couldn't help imagine the pants falling off to reveal the cock that had plagued my dreams.

I licked my lips, trying to control my dirty thoughts.

“You're being a naughty little girl again, aren't you?” He murmured, stalking towards me. I swallowed, shaking my head.

He was huge. I had to crane my neck to look up at him as he drew closer. His arms looked like they could envelope me and I would get lost in them. My eyes fell on the fingers that had been inside me and a soft noise slipped from my lips.

He chuckled, deep and sexy. He ran his knuckles down my face before tipping my head up to look at him.

“What are you thinking about, my pet?”

“Nothing,” I muttered, stepping away from him. “And… uhm, yesterday was a-”

“Call it a mistake and I'll spank you.” He threatened.

I pressed my lips together and gulped. Why on earth was I turned on by his arrogance?

His hand grabbed my jaw roughly, digging into it lightly. “You liked it didn't you? You liked fucking my hands like you did yesterday.”

“Look, Mister, I-”

“Did you touch yourself?”

I blinked. Why on earth was he asking me that.

“Did you think of my fingers inside you, fucking you in plain sight?” He continued, walking behind me. His voice lowered with each word that slipped from his lips. My pussy pooled wth desire and I struggled to control my breathing.

“I…”

“You did, didn't you?” He murmured, using his tongue to tease my ear lobe.

I arched against him, common sense rapidly flying out the window.

“You thought about my fingers in your pussy, didn't you?” He rasped, running his hands over my body.

The red lingerie I wore did nothing to cover my body. My breasts looked like they would spill any second. Two large hands grabbed them and kneaded them.

“What else did you think about?” he demanded, his hard on digging into my back. He pinched my nipples harshly and I threw my head back in a loud cry.

“You!"

“And did you touch yourself while doing so?” A loud smack on my breast sent me reeling.

“Yes! I did.I thought about you fucking my mouth.”

He groaned, freeing my breasts. “That dirty naughty mouth. Such a dirty little girl. I ought to fuck your mouth clean.”

“Yes,” I moaned. “Fuck my mouth,”

What the hell was wrong with me? I came here to strip not fuck anyone!

“Soon, my pet,” He murmured. “Do you agree to my terms?”

“I’m here, aren't I?”

He smacked my breasts then pinched my nipples causing me to jerk against him. “You will address me as sir.”

“Yes, sir!” I moaned. My nipples were so stiff, my pussy dripped terribly. I desperately wanted relief.

He growled, giving my breasts one last spank and stepped away.

I watched him settle on a sofa, eyes on me. He patted his thighs.

“Come here,”

I took a step and he tsked.

“No pet, you crawl on your knees,”

“Yes sir,” I panted, dropping on my knees. I crawled towards him slowly, aware of his burning gaze. When I reached him, he gestured for me to sit on his thighs and I straddled him.

I moaned loudly the minute I felt his dick bulge. My hips rolled as I grinded on him. “Ohhh fuck!”

I screamed at the waves of pleasure that spread through me.

“Stay still!” He ordered. “Who gave you permission to pleasure yourself?”

“Please,” I begged. I wanted more. I needed so much more. “Please sir,”

He spanked my pussy again. “Please me first, slut. Dance for me. Show me how bad you want to cum,”

He picked a remote on the arm of the sofa, tapped on it and music filled the room.

I slid off him to the floor, and got on my knees with my ass up in the air, twerking and jiggling to the music. A loud smack resounded in the air as pain, sharp and hot drifted from up my ass.

"Oh fuck!" I cried, feeling my walls clench and unclench. "Please,"

I needed him to touch me. Like he did yesterday.

"Keep dancing!" He bellowed, smacking my ass as he rose on his feet positioning his clothed cock against my pussy and holding my hips in place.

"Yessss," I drawled as we ground against each other, as his hardness pressed and hit my sobbing cunt over and over. His spanks continued, hard and fast as the music increased tempo.

“Fuck look at that pussy,” He groaned as he spanked. “So fucking wet.”

Shoving the panties aside, his fingers found my aching core and sunk in, thrusting harshly. His thumb searched and found my clit and stroked it.

"Oh fuck!” I screamed, convulsing as pleasure wracked my body.

“Keep dancing!” He bellowed again, spanking my ass.

“I… I can't,” I sobbed, getting too lost in the pleasure. I was too horny to think straight.

“You can and you will!” He growled, increasing the pace of his assault on my pussy. “Keep dancing, grind on that cock, pet. You want my cock, don't you?”

“Nghhh,” I moaned. I couldn't get a solid thought it word straight. I just needed to cum.

His fingers fucked me harder, faster, while he spanked the daylights out of me. My pussy quivered and he groaned, pulling away from me.

“You would feel so fucking good around my cock!” He hissed, settling on the sofa, breathing harshly. “Sit on my thighs pet, dance for me.”

Dance? He wanted to dance? Screw dancing! I wanted him. He had to know that.

Grudgingly, soaked core and all, I rose on my feet and straddled his thigh, grinding slow and deliciously on it. It felt good. So good. But it wasn't his cock.

Or those fingers.

“Good girl,” he panted slapping my ass approvingly.

Recalling my dream, I cupped a tit, pushed it up into my mouth. His thigh, the one I grinded on jerked at the sight and I grinned.

“Baby,” he hissed.

I hummed, turning slightly so he could see me. I cupped both tits and sucked on the nipples all the while grinding on his thigh. His breathing, harsh and labored filled my ears as he watched.

“That's it pet, suck on them. Good girl.”

His praises made me delirious with pleasure. I bit on my nipples and we both moaned.

Snaking an arm around my waist, he pulled me back into his arms until my back hit his chest.

“Keep sucking, baby,” he panted, adjusting us so that my legs were parted wide and nestled against my pussy was his cock. “You look so naughty. With your hair falling all over tits like that. And that mouth. That naughty perfect mouth.”

I released the nipple I had been sucking with a pop and offered it to him instead. He craned his head forward, closing his wet hot mouth around my nipple.

I jerked against him and screamed when he bucked his hips, thrusting his boner right against my pussy.

“Ohhhh…”. I trailed off at the intense pleasure.

His hands pushed aside my panties and repeatedly, he thrust his clothed cock against my pussy.

It felt good. Thick, hard and hot, torturing my pussy with his sharp quick thrusts.

“You like that slut? You like being teased don't you? Answer me, pet!” he urged, his thumb finding my clit and bearing down on it harshly.

“Yes!” I cried, jerking against him.

“Yes sir!” He corrected slapping my clit.

“Yes sir! Yes sir!” I sobbed. “Oh I'm gonna cum!”

“Not yet,” he panted, thrusting harder against my pussy.

“Please, sir!” I cried. “I have to cum. My pussy, oh my pussy can't take it anymore!”

“You can take it, baby." He groaned, throwing his head back as he thrusted harder.

“Please,” I sobbed. Too much. It was too much. I needed to. I had to cum! “I'm cumming!”

I exploded into a gazillion shards as I orgasmed. My body shook as my juices spilled all over his cock. I moaned, growing limp in his arms.

Oh fuck! That's felt too good. Too good!

Movement beneath me, caused me to open my eyes. Hazel rose on his feet, settling me on the sofa and walked to the bedroom.

I laid there, sated, yet hungry for more. He still hadn't given me that cock. And frankly, I shouldn't be chasing after it.

He emerged from the bedroom then, fully clothed in a suit, much to my disappointment.

“You're leaving?” I mumured weakly.

“I am,” he said, his voice hard and cold as granite.

What on earth was going on?

“I'll contact you whenever your services are needed,”

When my services were needed? At this point it felt like he was the one doing the service!

I barely had time to get on my feet when he moved closer.

“Under no circumstance," he murmured, taking a strand of my hair in his hands and curling it around his fingers. "Should you perform for anyone else, except me? Do you understand what this means, pet?"

"That you're rich enough to pay triple what I get?" I muttered. "Toria filled me in, in case you were wondering- ow!"

The brute grabbed my hair fiercely, yanking it backward. Pain exploded in my temples and I yelped.

"It means," He spoke on, staring me dead in the eyes. "That you belong to me now. Your pussy, your titties, those fucking naughty sounds you make, they're all mine, Angel. "

Irresistible attraction

Camille's POV

"What do you mean I can not see him?"

The receptionist glared at me, eyeing my dress as if it were garbage. The jealousy on her face was too obvious. I knew I had gone over the top when I picked the beige colored slutty dress I wore. It barely covered my ass and was literally glued to my skin.

Her eyes moved from my boobs to my face and she hissed.

"Mr Donovan is unavailable,"

"Unavailable? How on earth is he unavailable? I'm supposed to meet him by eight!"

At least that was what my father had told me.

Perhaps she had it all wrong. She probably thought I was some crazy call girl who wanted to see her boss.

"I'm his secretary," I told her leaning on the counter. "Camille Caldwell,"

"I know who you are," she said unfazed. "You're late Miss Caldwell and your outfit is... Not suitable."

I scoffed, "That doesn't give you any right to treat me like this. How about we leave the judging to Gavriel?"

"It's Mr Donovan to you!" She hissed and I stepped back, sure that she would claw my face out if she had the opportunity.

I didn't need this. I had a rough night.

Another lonely night, dreaming about my strange client having his wicked way with me. The dreams last night had been even more intense. Just thinking about grinding against my pussy sent me spiraling.

I shouldn't want a client. But I wanted him. I wanted to spread myself before him, stare into those commanding hazel eyes and beg him to fuck me. Would he call for me again tonight?

I closed my eyes briefly, thinking about his dirty naughty words.

My panties were getting wet. And it was just past nine in the morning.

...Such a dirty little girl. I ought to fuck your mouth clean...

"Miss Caldwell?!" The horrid voice of the receptionist brought me out of my thoughts and I glared at her. "You need to take your leave now!"

"And you need to find someone to take that stick out of your ass!" I yelled.

Well it didn't sit right with her. Her face turned red and she called for security. In a blink, I was hauled out of the Donovan Headquarters.

My phone hummed with a message from my father. It had a picture of me being dragged out by security.

"Strike one," The caption read. "Rude to the employee on the first day? I expected better from you."

"No," I cried, throwing my hands in the air.

Dad was watching me! I had to make sure I secured this job or he would definitely marry me off to Chad. I wouldn't be able to pay Jordan and bad things would happen.

Unsure of what to do, I planted my butt on the stairs outside the company. The sound of a car engine filled my ears and I looked up to see a tall, huge man walk out of a door I hadn't noticed by the side of the building.

He walked towards a car waiting for him. His hair, black thick strands were slicked back and the black suit he wore did nothing to conceal his large frame.

Gavriel Donovan.

Oh my goodness.

Those shoulders. Those broad delicious shoulders. Was he always this hot?!

I hadn't seen him in six years.

I watched him slip into the car, my eyes fixed on those powerful thighs as they flexed.

Then I blinked in realization. The car was driving towards the gate!

"Shit!" I cursed racing towards the moving vehicle. "Gavriel! Mr Donovan!"

The vehicle didn't stop. I couldn't let him drive out, not when my future depended on him accepting me. Without hesitation, I jumped right before the moving car, spreading my arms out.

The car screeched to a halt. My heart pulsed loud and wild in my ears.

There was silence , then the car door opened. Gavriel Donovan stepped out in all his glory.

The media did him no justice. He wasn't handsome. He was bloody hot! His hair had a few silver strands that reminded me he was old enough to be my father.

But the rest of him?

Heavens.

There was nothing about him that described him as old and incapable.

Especially those large arms. He was definitely capable.

Capable of playing with my kitty. Sinking those fingers, knuckle deep until I can't take it anymore.

"Leave us," He said and I stood there like a fool, dazed. I could feel the heat of his gaze as he glared down at me. His thick eyebrows furrowing.

"Yes boss," his driver replied and stepped out of the car, walking off to who knows where.

I snapped upright, coming to my senses.

"Hi Gavriel," I said with a smile, approaching him. "I don't know if you do remember me, I'm Camille-"

"I ought to smack you," He said in a cold hard voice that sent me reeling. "For what you just did."

I blinked in confusion. "Excuse me?"

He gritted his teeth, a vein popping in his forehead. "What were you thinking, jumping before the car like that?!"

"I called out but you didn't stop!" I said petulantly, folding my arms.

He stared at me.in disbelief. "You could have died, Camille."

My name rolled off his tongue in a terribly sexy way and a flash of him groaning my name as he thrust into me filled my head.

Oh no. No. I couldn't, I shouldn't think of Gav that way.

"But I didn't. I'm fine-"

He grabbed my shoulders suddenly, a fierce look on his face. "Fine?! I ought to smack you for doing something so fucking silly!"

"Smack me?! You could never!" I threw back without thinking and earned myself an angry growl from him.

"I can and I will, little girl!" He snarled, pulling me with him into the backseat of his car.

I fell over his thighs and felt them flex against my tits. A soft moan slipped from my lips at the impact. His cologne filled my nose and I dragged in a deep whiff until a sharp smack hit my ass.

"Oh!" I cried, trying to look at him over my shoulder. "What are you doing?!"

"Teaching you a damned lesson!" He growled, delivering another smack right on my ass. It stung, pain drifting up my back and pleasure to my pussy.

He spanked me again and I moaned, arching over his thighs. "Gav,"

"It's Mr Donovan!" He bellowed, delivering three successive spanks, hard and fast that he had me gushing.

"Mr Donovan," I said breathlessly, tears stinging the corner of my eyes when he spanked harder. "Please!"

"Please what, little girl?" He demanded, hiking my dress up until my ass was exposed to him. My thighs shook when he smacked me right on my exposed cheeks.

Rapidly, hard, fast.

Repeatedly.

"I'm sorry!" I cried, a sobbing mess on his thighs.

"What are you sorry for?!" He barked, delivering one too close to my pussy. I moaned and earned another. "I can't hear you, Camille,"

Camille. My pussy walls clenched at the sound.

"I'm sorry," I sobbed. "For jumping in front of your car, I'm sorry, Mr Donovan!"

His palm covered my ass, rubbing it soothingly.

"Good girl," he murmured against my ear, reminding me so much of my client. His hand hovered above my terribly wet pussy and then withdrew completely.

"Gav?" I mumbled.

"Get out!”

Horny Camille

Camille's POV

My heels hit the ground way too quickly than they should. The client, my client, had called for me that evening.

My first day at work had been hectic. The way Gavriel ordered me around and burdened me with assignments, no one would ever suspect he was the same man who had spanked me in his car.

He was such a brute!

And my what a delicious looking brute he was. Those arms, those thighs, those broad shoulders.

I shook myself. I had to focus.

I pushed the door to the private suite open. He sat there on the sofa in the dimly lit room, watching me through his mask.

“Hi,” I said breathlessly, aware of his eyes trailing my body as I took off my jacket.

“You're late,”

It wasn't easy rushing all the way here from Megan's place. I had to shower and get all prepared for him. When I opened my mouth to say that, he rose abruptly and walked to the bedroom.

“Come,”

It was a command. Simple, dark, and clear.

And yet it did the most naughty things to my body.

My nipples tightened, pushing against the body con dress I wore. What was he planning to do? Fuck me in that bed?

An image of his cock pounding me hard ran through my head and a moan escaped my lips. I still hadn't seen his cock yet and I was going crazy!

“Don't keep me waiting, pet,” He growled and without a rethink, I took slow strides towards him. Lust mixed with raw desire glinted in his eyeballs.

There was a bottle of wine on a tray beside him and a tray of grapes. His hands undid the first three buttons of his shirt as he stared at me blankly.

“Don’t you have something to say to me, pet?”

I blinked. Confused. “Uhm … what?”

His eyes narrowed in slits and he patted his thigh. “Come here,”

My eyes fell on the bronzed chest that peeked out of his shirt and I swallowed, obeying his command.

I squealed when he flipped me over his thighs in an instant. The body con dress rode up, exposing my ass. I heard him hiss before he spanked me.

He spanked harder and I cried. Why was he punishing me?!

“Do you understand what you did wrong?”

“No!” I cried, arching against him.

“You came late. And you kept me waiting. Without so much as an apology.”

“I'm sorry sir,” I mewled. My body burned with each smack.

“You should see your ass right now!” He said, breathing raggedly. “So fucking red and plump.”

“Oh,”

He lowered his lips to my ear, murmuring in that low deep husky voice that made me slick with desire. “My, you're a horny little slut, aren't you? Look at those puffy pussy lips.”

His fingers probed at them and I nodded eagerly, pushing my thighs against him. He pushed me off him then and nodded towards a pole in the room.

My dazed, horny self stared in confusion as he poured himself a drink. Then he ordered.

“Dance, pet. You liked grinding around the pole that night didn't you?”

“Yes,” I flushed.

“You didn't think I noticed?” He chuckled, reclining on the bed. “Staring at me with a slutty look on your face. Do it again, pet. Show me how much of a slut you are?”

“Yes sir,” I whispered, walking towards the pole with shaky legs.

My ass still stung from his smacks. Grinding against the pole with him watching would definitely make my pussy weep.

Would he fuck me then? I whimpered at the thought, pressing my thighs together.

Music filled the room. I ran my hands on the pole, holding his burning gaze as I did. The pole was hard and sturdy under my grip and I closed my eyes, wishing it was his cock I was holding.

I grinned as an idea dropped in my head.

Wrapping my hands around the pole, I ran my hands up and down the length, mimicking stroking a cock.

Then I leaned forward, flicking the pole with my tongue, then ran it down. A loud hiss escaped him, making my nipples harden into pebbles. I pressed my tits against the pole, lodging it between them and fucked my tits with the pole. Oh the hard, cool metal felt so good, sliding between my tits.

“Take the dress off,” he growled, pulling at his shirt.

“Yes sir,” I grinned, pulling the dress over my head. My breasts bounced free and he let out a soft groan.

Capturing his gaze, I reached for a tit and pushed the nipple into my mouth, sucking. I closed my eyes, losing myself in the sensation. My pussy throbbed harder, aware that he watched me. Cupping the other boob, I sucked on both nipples at once.

He growled then, rising off the bed, with his glass of wine and plate of grapes in his hand.

“Keep sucking, slut!” he barked as he approached me.

I moaned, mouth full with my nipples. Something cool hit my breasts then causing me to yelp in surprise. I looked up to see him pouring his wine all over my tits. His eyes gleamed as he did.

“Suck on it pet,” he hissed. “Lick it all up,”

Oh yesss. I lapped my breasts, cleaning the wine he had spilled all over them. My tongue flexed as it flicked the nipples, teasing them.

“Oh fuck, you like sucking your tits don't you?!” He groaned.

“Yes, yes I do”

“Of course you do,” he growled , slapping my tits. I let go of them in shock and he yelled.

“Hold those titties up and take it,”

“Yes sir!” I moaned, propping my tits up for him to slap.

He grabbed a handful of grapes from his plate, and grabbed my neck.

“Open up, pet,”

I parted my lips, whimpering as he force fed me grapes. I bit down on them and closed my eyes when the juices filled my mouth.

“Wider, you can take more,” he hissed, forcing multiple grapes past my lips.

My pussy dripped at his words. It felt as though he was prepping me.

“Yess, that's good." he hissed, forcing more grapes into my already full mouth. Grape juice trickled down my jaw as he leaned forward and lapped them up. I gasped at the sheer pleasure that filled me. His tongue. It felt hot against my skin, leaving a burn everywhere it trailed.

And then he slipped it through my mouth and tangoed with mine.

I melted, collapsing against him. My stiff nipples pressed against his piping hot chest, causing me to drip harder. His hand gripped my hair holding my head in place as he tongued the hell out of my mouth.

Pulling away, he trailed his mouth down my neck, lapping the juices that had spilled on it, all the way to my breasts.

Panting heavily, I watched him suck on my mounds and lost my mind when he closed his mouth around a thick aching nipple.

“Oh fuck!” I cried, arching against him.

His wicked tongue flicked at my nipples, teasing as he hopped from one to another. “So fucking perfect,” he hissed, smacking them. “These are mine! Understood!”

“Yes sir!”

“Tell me!” He demanded, plucking at my nipples and pinching them hard. That sent me reeling.

“They're yours! My tits are yours, sir!”

“Just your tits?!” He hissed,trailing a hand down to find my pussy. “That's my girl. So fucking wet!”

“My pussy is yours too,” I cried. “I am yours!” I didn't care what I rambled, I only cared that he would make me come.

“Damn, right you are!” He growled, pinching and pulling my pussy lips together through my panties.

“Oh please!”

“Please what, pet,” he taunted. “You want to come?”

“Yes. Yes please!”

“But you are yet to please me,” he hummed, pushing my string panties aside, so that the string was over one of my ass cheeks. “Grind that pussy, baby girl,”

I was a mess. Holding on to him, afraid he would disappear if I let go, I slid on my knees pushing my ass against the pole. The cool metal slid against my bright red ass before lodging right between it against my pussy.

“Oh fuck!” I cried but it got muffled by a grape being slipped into my mouth.

He stood above me, huge and stoic as ever, watching as I rubbed my pussy against the pole like a cat in heat.

“Fucking marvelous,” he whispered, feeding me more grapes. “Your juices are getting all over the damned pole. That's it pet, show me what a naughty slut you are!”

I reached behind me for my ass cheeks, parting them so the pole could lodge deeper against my pussy. I grinded harder, pleasure shooting through my veins as I did.

“Is this good enough, sir? Please? I need to cum!” I sobbed.

“You do not sound desperate enough, pet,” He chuckled, grabbing my hair, so I could look up at him. “I’ll give you what you want, when you do.”

And then he stepped away from me, grabbed his shirt and walked out of the suite.

What the fuck?!