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!"

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!"