Camille's POV
I gasped, tossing the rubber dildo aside, and struggled to sit up when he spoke again.
"Do not move a muscle,"
He stood at the door that led to the bedroom, dressed in black shirt and pants. His hair looked damp as they fell all around his face. He must have stepped out of the shower not long ago. His fresh, clean scent filled my nose, and my mouth watered. The mask on his face did nothing to hide the severe look in his eyes.
I was going to get punished.
And yet it thrilled me.
My pussy clenched around the silicon dildo and those eyes darkened. "I told you not to move a muscle."
"I-I didn't," I mumbled, watching him step into the room, taking up every space, until all I could see, breathe and feel was him.
He move
Gavriel's POVCamille.I was fucked.Blue eyes stared back at me, wide as if caught red handed. I tried to think about what was happening.Why the hell was Camille in my arms? No. No, that didn't exactly explain the situation.Why the hell was Camille sitting on my thighs, with my cock mere inches from being buried in her cunt?!I had been so close. I had wanted to damn it all, lift those sexy hips and just give her what she wanted. What we both wanted.I had almost fucked Caldwell's daughter.I was a fucking fool!She smiled sheepishly at me before stuttering. "H-Hi Gav,"I blinked, her words settling in. I still had my mask on. "How the hell do you know it was me?!"Now that I think about it.
Camille's POVI slipped on my dress, glaring at the email on the screen of my phone. Gavriel had fired me. How could he?After he had walked out without a word, leaving me horny as hell. I'd managed to get home before giving in to the urge to touch myself.Oh, we had been so close. I closed my eyes, throwing my head back as I recalled the way his cock pressed against my pussy. Rubbing, stroking, teasing my swollen lips with that magnificent head.He had felt thick and huge and all I had wanted was to lift my hips and sink down on that cock. Impale myself with it.But then, my stupid mask just had to fall off.My brows snapped together at the thought. How had the mask fallen off? It was tied properly. I had made sure my masks never slipped, especially after that first day.Unless
Gavriel's POVI resisted the urge to drag a hand through my hair and tug at it. I had gotten carried away again! I had expected to see Camille today. I knew the little slut way better than she knew herself.And I had thought I would be able to chase her off with a clear head. Until she had walked in, dressed in an abomination of a dress and all my coherent thoughts flew out the window. The only thoughts I had were to dominate the wild vixen.Now I had to pick her father's calls while the scent of her pussy clung strongly to my fingers. I wanted to lick them. To taste her. To have her sprawled on my desk and eat that delicious cunt.The call dropped. I sighed in relief. And then it rang again."Damn it, Caldwell!" I growled. I couldn't speak to him without feeling guilty.His little girl
Camille's POV"Pass the salt Camille," My father grumbled, "I knew I should have done the veggies myself."I passed him the salt with a glare. "Keep insulting my cooking, and I'll never help in the kitchen anymore.""Knowing how to make a decent meal could save your life, you silly girl. Right, Gavriel?"I glanced beside me to see Gavriel grunt something unintelligible. My father sat at the head of the dining table, babbling off on dishes and whatnot, unaware of the tension that brewed between us.We started eating a few minutes ago. I was well aware of the coolness of the chair I sat on against my naked butt. I was even more well aware of the vibrator buried deep in my pussy. When I rocked slightly, the handle would hit the surface of the chair and send little thrills of pleasure through my body.I was getting desp
Gavriel's POV"Got the meds!" Caldwell's voice rang so loud as he stepped into the dining hall. He looked rather proud of himself yet completely unaware.Could he smell it? His daughter's arousal. Could he smell that tangy scent of her cunt juices? I could. And I would be damned for it, definitely. Because now it was all I could think about.They flooded my entire thinking."I don't need meds," I watched Camille say. She walked towards the door that led to the dining room. "I'm going to rest a bit in my room."Caldwell tossed her a scathing look. "You're just running away from doing the dishes aren't you?""Maybe," the minx giggled, before slipping out through the door, leaving me with her father.The toy, the vibrator that had been buried in her pussy a few minutes
Camille's POVI adjusted my dress, added a touch of my lipgloss before stepping out of my room.It was exactly an hour since Gavriel left. I was sure he headed straight for the suite. I would have left immediately as well but Dad stayed in the living room, murmuring and rambling.He was probably drunk. And now he had to be fast asleep.I yawned, then shook myself awake. I couldn't sleep yet. If my guess was right, Gavriel would fuck me tonight.And boy I couldn't wait.The taste of him still lingered on my tongue. I closed my eyes briefly recalling how mercilessly he had fucked my mouth. It had been too much at first.I was afraid I'd choke and die. But he knew how far my limits were. He knew what I could take better than I knew myself. That made him addicting as hell.
Camille's POVPain mixed with pleasure filled my head, driving me nuts. My hands gripped the bedsheet as he fitted the clamp properly around my pussy lips, stretching me, exposing me.Tears stung my eyes and I struggled to think straight. “Daddy,” I gasped. “It's too much.”“You can take it, pet,” He murmured, caressing my exposed clit lightly. I moaned at the warm liquid pleasure that filled my veins with his touch. “Please,” I begged. I just wanted his cock. I thought he was going to fuck me, not punish me some more.“Please what,” He whispered, his hand growing more insistent as they stroked my exposed clit. He leaned down, taking a nipple into his mouth.My hands flew up to his hair, holding him in place.&nbs
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. Plump lips. For a second, I wondered how they would feel if I kissed him. How could lips look so inviting? I could imagine them on m