Burning arousal

Camille's POV

My heels hit the ground way too quickly than they should. The client, my client, had called for me that evening. 

My first day at work had been hectic. The way Gavriel ordered me around and burdened me with assignments, no one would ever suspect he was the same man who had spanked me in his car. 

He was such a brute!

And my what a delicious looking brute he was. Those arms, those thighs, those broad shoulders. 

I shook myself. I had to focus.  

I pushed the door to the private suite open. He sat there on the sofa in the dimly lit room, watching me through his mask. 

“Hi,” I said breathlessly, aware of his eyes trailing my body as I took off my jacket.  

“You're late,” 

It wasn't easy rushing all the way here from Megan's place. I had to shower and get all prepared for him. When I opened my mouth to say that, he rose abruptly and walked to the bedroom. 

“Come,” 

It was a command. Simple, dark, and clear.  

And yet it did the most naughty things to my body. 

My nipples tightened, pushing against the body con dress I wore. What was he planning to do? Fuck me in that bed? 

An image of his cock pounding my pussy too much ran through my head and a moan escaped my lips. I still hadn't seen his cock yet and I was going crazy! 

“Don't keep me waiting, pet,” He growled and without a rethink, I took slow strides towards him.

There was a bottle of wine on a tray beside him and a tray of grapes. His hands undid the first three buttons of his shirt as he stared at me blankly. 

“Don’t you have something to say to me, pet?” 

I blinked. Confused. “Uhm … what?” 

His eyes narrowed in slits and he patted his thigh. “Come here,” 

My eyes fell on the bronzed chest that peeked out of his shirt and I swallowed, obeying his command.  

I squealed when he flipped me over his thighs in an instant. The body con dress rode up, exposing my ass. I heard him hiss before he spanked me.  

He spanked harder and I cried. Why was he punishing me?!

“Do you understand what you did wrong?” 

“No!” I cried, arching against him.  

“You came late. And you kept me waiting. Without so much as an apology. You've been an entitled slut!” 

“I'm sorry sir,” I mewled. My body burned with each smack. 

“You should see your ass right now!” He said, breathing raggedly. “So fucking red and plump.”

“Oh,” 

He lowered his lips to my ear, murmuring in that low deep husky voice that made me slick with desire. “My, you're a horny little slut, aren't you? Look at those puffy pussy lips.” 

His fingers probed at them and I nodded eagerly, pushing my thighs against him. He pushed me off him then and nodded towards a pole in the room.  

My dazed, horny self stared in confusion as he poured himself a drink. Then he ordered.  

“Dance, pet. You liked grinding around the pole that night didn't you?” 

“Yes,” I flushed.  

“You didn't think I noticed?” He chuckled, reclining on the bed. “Staring at me with a slutty look on your face. Do it again, pet. Show me how much of a slut you are?” 

“Yes sir,” I whispered, walking towards the pole with shaky legs.  

My ass still stung from his smacks. Grinding against the pole with him watching would definitely make my pussy weep.

Would he fuck me then? I whimpered at the thought, pressing my thighs together.   

Music filled the room. I ran my hands on the pole, holding his burning gaze as I did. The pole was hard and sturdy under my grip and I closed my eyes, wishing it was his cock I was holding.  

I grinned as an idea dropped in my head.  

Wrapping my hands around the pole, I ran my hands up and down the length, mimicking stroking a cock.  

His cock.  

Then I leaned forward, flicking the pole with my tongue, then ran it down. A loud hiss escaped him, making my nipples harden into pebbles. I pressed my tits against the pole, lodging it between them and fucked my tits with the pole. Oh the hard, cool metal felt so good, sliding between my tits.

“Take the dress off,” he growled, pulling at his shirt.  

“Yes sir,” I grinned, pulling the dress over my head. My breasts bounced free and he let out a soft groan.  

Capturing his gaze, I reached for a tit and pushed the nipple into my mouth, sucking. I closed my eyes, losing myself in the sensation. My pussy throbbed harder, aware that he watched me. Cupping the other boob, I sucked on both nipples at once.  

He growled then, rising off the bed, with his glass of wine and plate of grapes in his hand.   

“Keep sucking, slut!” he barked as he approached me.  

I moaned, mouth full with my nipples. Something cool hit my breasts then causing me to yelp in surprise. I looked up to see him pouring his wine all over my tits. His eyes gleamed as he did.  

“Suck on it pet,” he hissed. “Lick it all up,” 

Oh yesss. I lapped my breasts, cleaning the wine he had spilled all over them. My tongue flexed as it flicked the nipples, teasing them.  

“Oh fuck, you like sucking your tits don't you?!” He groaned.  

“Yes, yes I do” 

“Of course you do,” he growled , slapping my tits. I let go of them in shock and he yelled.  

“Hold them up! Dirty little slut, hold those titties up and take it,” 

“Yes sir!” I moaned, propping my tits up for him to slap.  

He grabbed a handful of grapes from his plate, and grabbed my neck. 

“Open up, pet,” 

I parted my lips, whimpering as he force fed me grapes. I bit down on them and closed my eyes when the juices filled my mouth.  

“Wider, you can take more,” he hissed, forcing multiple grapes past my lips.  

My pussy dripped at his words. It felt as though he was prepping me. 

“Yess, that's good." he hissed, forcing more grapes into my already full mouth. Grape juice trickled down my jaw as he leaned forward and lapped them up. I gasped at the sheer pleasure that filled me. His tongue. It felt hot against my skin, leaving a burn everywhere it trailed.  

And then he slipped it through my mouth and tangoed with mine.  

I melted, collapsing against him. My stiff nipples pressed against his piping hot chest, causing me to drip harder. His hand gripped my hair holding my head in place as he tongued the hell out of my mouth. 

Pulling away, he trailed his mouth down my neck, lapping the juices that had spilled on it, all the way to my breasts.  

Panting heavily, I watched him suck on my mounds and lost my mind when he closed his mouth around a thick aching nipple.  

“Oh fuck!” I cried, arching against him.  

His wicked tongue flicked at my nipples, teasing as he hopped from one to another. “So fucking perfect,” he hissed, smacking them. “These are mine! Understood!” 

“Yes sir!” 

“Tell me!” He demanded, plucking at my nipples and pinching them hard. That sent me reeling.  

“They're yours! My tits are yours, sir!” 

“Just your tits?!” He hissed,trailing a hand down to find my pussy. “That's my girl. So fucking wet!” 

“My pussy is yours too,” I cried. “I am yours!” I didn't care what I rambled, I only cared that he would make me come.  

“Damn, right you are!” He growled, pinching and pulling my pussy lips together through my panties.  

“Oh please!” 

“Please what, pet,” he taunted. “You want to come?” 

“Yes. Yes please!” 

“But you are yet to please me,” he hummed, pushing my string panties aside, so that the string was over one of my ass cheeks. “Grind that pussy, baby girl,” 

I was a mess. Holding on to him, afraid he would disappear if I let go, I slid on my knees pushing my ass against the pole. The cool metal slid against my bright red ass before lodging right between it against my pussy.  

“Oh fuck!” I cried but it got muffled by a grape being slipped into my mouth.  

He stood above me, huge and stoic as ever, watching as I rubbed my pussy against the pole like a cat in heat.  

“Fucking marvelous,” he whispered, feeding me more grapes. “Your juices are getting all over the damned pole. That's it pet, show me what a naughty slut you are!” 

I reached behind me for my ass cheeks, parting them so the pole could lodge deeper against my pussy. I grinded harder, pleasure shooting through my veins as I did.  

“Is this good enough, sir? Please? I need to cum!” I sobbed.  

“You do not sound desperate enough, pet,” He chuckled, grabbing my hair, so I could look up at him. “I’ll give you what you want, when you do.” 

And then he stepped away from me, grabbed his shirt and walked out of the suite.  

What the fuck?!