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."

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. "

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!"