Camille's POV"No! You're not going anywhere, and that's final!" I glared at Dad, wondering what he wanted now. I had arrived from work to take a quick shower before I headed out to see my client. Dad, however, seemed to think he could stop me from going to see him.Perhaps if this was another day, or if anyone else had asked for me, I would have listened. But it was Hazel! He had left me horny and stranded for a whole month. And after the tryst with Gavriel in his office, I definitely wanted him. He knew just what buttons to press. He knew how to use me, to make me his slut. It was so bad yet I loved it. "Dad, let's calm down, shall we?" I grumbled. "I won't be long! I'll just be stopping at Megan's place!" "I don't care, you're not going!" “Argh,You're so annoying!" I yelled stomping off to my bedroom. ** ** **An hour later, I managed to sneak out of the house while my father was in the study. I had to see Hazel. The journey to the club felt longer than expected. I made my
Camille's POVHazel was being a jerk. I had already begged. What on earth did he mean by sounding desperate enough'? He wanted me, didn't he? Then why was he being so difficult? He stared down at me expectantly, and I tugged my bottom lip between my teeth. What did he want me to do? Beg? I could do that. I could do anything as long as he touched me with those skillful hands and made me feel incredible. "I'm sorry I scoffed," I muttered, tightening my grip on his leg. "Please don't leave." "Hmm," he hummed. "Not very convincing pet," "What else do you want me to do?!" I cried, throwing my hands in the air. His gaze on me darkened, and I whimpered an apology. "Keep up with that attitude, and this will be over, pet." "I'm sorry," I sniffed. "I need you, please. I need you so bad!" "What do you need me to do, pet?”My face flushed at his question. "I-I need you to make me cum." "Isn't that selfish of you? And what about me?" "I'll surrender," I whispered, looking up at him.
Camille's POVI took his hand. It wrapped firmly around mine and he tugged me along with him. I shivered, following him into the bedroom. Cool air whipped against my naked body and I wasn't sure if that was what made me tremble or if it was simply desire that poured through my veins. My nipples begged for his attention. No, who was I kidding? Every part of me begged for his attention. "Get on," He ordered, gesturing to the bed. He looked so domineering. His hair had a few strands out of place, they fell over his mask, framing those piercing eyes. His shirt was unbuttoned halfway and there was a prominent tent in his pants. His cock. I pouted as I obeyed his instructions. It was unfair that I was utterly naked before him and he was still dressed. I wanted to see that magnificent cock again. Would he let me explore him this time? I wanted to know every nook, every corner, every teasing fold of his cock. I swallowed my saliva at the thought. The bedsheet felt so cool and soft ag
Gavriel's POVI tried to listen to the voice of reason. The one telling me a gazillion reasons why I shouldn't fuck the stripper before me. All I could think of was why the hell not? She was willing. So fucking willing. The evidence currently resided in my mouth. Her taste. I loved it. I had lapped up every single juice. It was amusing watching her try to flaunt my authority. To watch her think she could make whatever choice she wanted. She belonged to me. She was my pet. My toy. Mine to play with. And recently, the only way I could get over Camille. I gritted my teeth as I folded my clothes and placed them on the bedside table. I was hard as hell. My cock jutted out, dangling upright in the air as I walked, slapping my stomach occasionally. My pet let out a little moan, her hungry eyes latched onto my cock. See? She was perfect. She took my punishments like a good little slut. She loved my cock. So fucking cock hungry and it pleased me. "Want this?" I taunted, wrapping a h
Camille's POVMy eyes snapped open at the loud sound that filled my ears. My phone. I was so exhausted. Tonight had been so damned good. The teasing, his hands, the torture. I groaned as I struggled to sit up. I doubted any of our sessions had lasted this long. My ringtone registered in my head, and my eyes widened. Wait a minute. The only person who could be calling me at such an hour was my father! He had probably found out that I had snuck out of the house. "Well shit," I mumbled, struggling to get off the bed. I walked to the living room with the bedsheet clutched to my chest, where my phone rang to see Hazel hadn't left yet. He stood tall and proud with my bag in one hand and my phone in another. He had worn his clothes, and I wanted nothing more than to peel them off and beg him to take me as hard and fast as he could. "You're still here?" I said, sashaying over to him.He nodded blankly, squinting as he stared at the device in his hands. "Yours?" "Considering we're the
Gavriel's POV"I... Uh, I apologize, Ga-" "I don't need your damned apology!" I yelled, pinching the bridge of my nose. "We were supposed to showcase our designs today. Tell me you contacted the model yesterday." She paused. She didn't say a word, and I knew that she had forgotten. Dammit! What was the point of having an assistant if she was going to disrupt my work further? I was a man of principles, and while Camille's wildness could be endearing, her nonchalant attitude got on my nerves. "You didn't, did you?" I growled. "Look, Gav, I'm sorry. I sort of just forgot after yesterday..." She trailed off, and my brows shot up. After yesterday. Fuck me, how could I possibly forget that? Touching her at work had been madness. And yet I enjoyed every bit of it. That soft greedy little pussy. Then I wanted more. And that was dangerous considering I shouldn't be trying to fuck my friend's daughter. "Sir," The marketing representative for my company, Ted, called. "Delegates f
Camille's POVI bit my lip waiting for Gavriel. I heard the door click as he walked into the showroom. My stomach rolled in anticipation, and I tried to calm my shaky nerves. His heat sheathed me. He stood close. I closed my eyes briefly, relishing his scent. A scent that was so damned familiar. "The zip?" He asked in a husky tone. A very familiar husky tone. I had thought my dream was weird. Hazel couldn't be Gavriel. Hazel was... Crazy? Demanding. Domineering. He wasn't afraid to push my limits. To make me his slut. And Gavriel? My eyes widened. He wasn't exactly different either. He was demanding too. They were both huge men. They both enjoyed that wicked pleasure of spanking me. And their eyes. I clamped a hand over my mouth. Both men had hazel eyes. Gavriel's hand found the zip to the dress I wore. As he dragged it down, his knuckles brushed against my back, causing me to arch against him. "Fuck, Camille," he hissed. "Don't do that," ...Take it pet...Good heavens,
Gavriel's POVI slipped my mask on and walked into the private suite with a spring to my step. I needed this. I needed her. Today had been pure torture. Camille Caldwell would be the fucking death of me at this rate. I couldn't get rid of the image of her sucking on her marvelous tits in the dressing room. If I wasn't being held back by my damned principles, I would have her against the wall. I would have fucked those tits, then fucked her pussy as well. I want you too, she had said. The little girl didn't know just how far I could take her words, did she? "Welcome sir," She stood in the living room wearing a black lingerie. I loved the way the material contrasted her skin. There was a wide smile on her face. "Well you're here early," I murmured, shedding off my jacket. My hands reached for the buttons on the cuff of my sleeves when she walked up to me, running her hands around my chest as she circled around me. "I'm just happy to see you," She whispered in a seductive voice