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!"

Camille's POV

The intercom on my desk buzzed. 

"Camille," the sexy voice of my boss filled the air. "My office, now." 

Uh oh. That didn't sound good. I had been working for Gavriel for two days. Two hellish days. I wasn't sure I was doing a good job. He had yelled his head off at me in the past two days. It wasn't my fault I wasn't trained for this job. And he was a freaking perfectionist.  

I sighed, straightened my skirt, and strutted into his office. He sat by his desk, his gaze fierce and angry as he glared at me.  In his hand was a tablet. I pouted as I approached him. I was immensely jealous of that tablet. It got to be in his hands, under those fingers. Those sturdy fingers that had smacked my ass two days ago. Gavriel hadn't touched me since then. My client as well had left me as needy as hell. It didn't matter how many times I touched myself. It wasn't as pleasurable as when either of both men had touched me.  

"You called me Gav-Mr Donovan?" 

I didn't think it was possible, but his eyes narrowed even further. 

"What's on my schedule for eleven o' clock?" 

I frowned, tapping my cheek trying to remember. "A meeting with the publicity team?" 

"Then tell me, Camille," I pressed my thighs together at the sound of my name. "Why did the Nicholas company send me an email to confirm a meeting slated for eleven." 

Uh... Well shit. I must have misplaced the timing and all.  

I gave him a nervous laugh. "Ah, I must have messed up the timing. I'll send them a-"

His fist hit the desk as he rose to his feet. I swallowed, watching the him rise. Hell, even the suit he wore looked like it would be ripped apart to bits if he so much as moved.  

"I am not sure, Miss Caldwell," He chuckled, tugging at the tie around his neck. "Why did you think you could afford to be nonchalant about my work?" 

I blinked. Why on earth did he sound angry? It was a simple mistake. 

"All I have to do is reschedule," I said, spreading my hands in confusion. "I don't understand what the big deal is." 

"The big deal is that your carelessness does not bode well with me!"  

"All because of a meeting?" I scoffed, rolling my eyes.  

"Look, Gavriel, there's no need to take things too far -"

"It's Mr Donovan to you," he snapped.  

"I've been calling you Gavriel since I was born!" I whined. "Why do I have to call you Donovan? It's so weird and makes you sound like an old man -" 

I heard him mutter a curse before dragging a hand down his face. "That's it. You're fired Camille." 

His words stopped my rambling.  

"What?" I choked out.  

"You're fired. I hired you as a favor to Caldwell, but hell, I can't put up with a spoilt brat!" 

"You can't do that!" I yelled, rushing towards him. I reached for his arm.  

"Last I checked," He drawled, "I'm the boss here," 

"Please," I begged, shaking my head. "I can't get fired! Dad's going to make me marry Chad!"

His eyes narrowed in slits. "He is?" 

"Yes!" I cried. "He keeps saying nonsense about me needing discipline. I don't want to marry that bloke!" 

"I am not a fool, Camille," Gavriel murmured. Was it just me, or was he leaning in close. "And your father is right. You're a spoilt brat who needs discipline." 

Discipline. The way he said that word made me think of him spanking me in his car. I licked my lips and murmured.  

"Then discipline me." 

The air grew thick as his eyes burned my skin everywhere he trailed. They fell on my lips, then moved past them, down to my heaving breasts, and pressed thighs.  

"You have no idea what you are saying," He grunted. 

"I do," I whispered, closing the distance between us, pressing up against his hard body. His muscles jumped at my touch, and I let out a soft purr of satisfaction. "Discipline me, Gavriel." 

He let out a low, rumbling sound before speaking. "Climb the desk. I want you on all fours," 

Yes, Daddy, I wanted to say but bit my tongue. I climbed on his desk, aware of his gaze, and hiked my skirt up to expose my ass.  

He hissed, delivering a spank on it. "I didn't ask you to do that!"

"I'm sorry," I whimpered, breathing heavily as I anticipated his next move.  

He would smack me like he did two days ago and maybe I could get him to touch my pussy this time. I closed my eyes moaning as I imagined him fucking me with his fingers. 

It was such a dirty thing. I was thinking about my father's best friend, a man old enough to be my father in every way. And yet all I could think about was him fucking the daylights out of me.  

"Quiet!" Gavriel barked. 

I glanced behind me to see him raise his belt and whip my backside.  

"What are you doing?!" I yelled, the pain made me close my eyes tight. 

"Disciplining you!" He growled, whipping my ass over and over again with his belt. 

 "Gavriel." I sobbed, tears streaming down my face. "Gavriel, please!" 

"You wanted this didn't you?" He grunted. "You wanted to be disciplined, little girl. So you'll fucking take it!" 

"Stop, please!" I cried, crashing down on the desk, unable to stay upright, sobbing as he whipped my butt until it stung to even move. "You're a monster! You've gone mad!" 

The whipping stopped then. His large hand caressed my aching ass and I try to shake him off.  

"Don't touch me!" I bit out petulantly. "You're crazy!" 

He chuckled, parting my thighs to expose my pussy. "I'm crazy?" 

"Yes! Yes, you are!" I squealed when two thick fingers pressed against my panties, pushing in lightly. "Oh," 

Oh,it felt so good as his fingers fucked me. Low moans rippled through my open lips as I closed my eyes to relish the feeling. 

He leaned over to murmur in my ear. "Then why are your panties wet, little girl?"