Camille's POV
Holding Gavriel's gaze, I slid my pussy up and down the leather. The rough material rubbed harshly on my pussy lips, but with how wet I was, it felt so good.
I placed my hands on the table to steady myself, grinding my cunt all over the chair. I rolled my hips, moaning when the leather hit the hood of my clit.
Gavriel cursed, watching me intently. His hazel eyes burned holes into my skin, watching as I tried to make myself cum. His hands reached into my hair, stroking it gently.
“Grind that pussy harder, Camille.”
“Yes sir,” I moaned.
His hand grabbed a handful of my hair, pulling on it. My pussy clenched and quivered at the action. I wanted to tell him, give me more.
His cock rose within his pants, on the same level as my face.
<Camille's POVHis eyes flashed at my words, and his nostrils flared. He watched me touch myself, watched me delve my fingers into my pussy and struggle to make myself cum.My lips were parted, my eyes hooded as I stared at him, begging him to come closer. Begging him to finish what he started. Fuck I really was a slut. The entire room was filled with the scent of my pussy juices, driving me drunk with passion.Holding his gaze, I slipped my fingers, thoroughly coated with my pussy juices, into my mouth. I closed my eyes as my taste flooded my tongue, moaning softly.He growled, yanking his tie loose and stalked towards me. His arms looped around my thighs, bringing me closer to the edge of the table.Tossing me a wink, he buried his face in my pussy. My body tensed. His nose rubbed against intimate parts of me, over my pussy
Camille's POV“Ah shopping,” I sighed as we walked into the grand mall. “How I have missed you!”“We haven't done this in forever,” Megan groaned behind me. “I used to hate coming here with you,but now I actually miss it.”“Oh please,” I scoffed, rolling my eyes. “You enjoyed coming here with me. Don't deny it.”“Maybe,” she said cheekily, weaving her arm with mine. “So, what's the occasion? Your dad finally gave you your credit cards?”I scoffed, pressing my lips into an angry line. “I wish. I thought he would calm down soon when he first decided to seize all my cards. But considering it's been about three months now, I doubt I'm ever getting them back.”“He must have been really pissed with you,”
Camille's POV“You're here,” I tried to hide my excitement as I approached Gavriel. I could feel the eyes of every single woman in the store on us right now, and I would bet the world that they were jealous.The devilishly handsome hulk standing in the room was obviously mine. And he had eyes for me alone.“I am,” he rumbled in that deep baritone of his.“How did you know I was here?” I asked, trying to resist the urge to fling myself into his arms. I had missed those large hands on me. Gripping me, choking me, stroking my hair.“Your messages,” he said in a cryptic voice, then leaned down to whisper in my ear. “You're getting all the dresses.”“I-I am? There's about fifteen-”“All of them,” he growled. &ld
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
Camille's POV“Thanks for driving me home, Megan,” I muttered, staring at the huge Caldwell mansion before me. “It's nothing,” Megan replied, giving me a soft smile. Her green eyes glistened with unshed tears, and I sighed. “Megan, for the last time, I'm okay,”“You got grabbed at!” she cried, throwing her arms around me. She had picked me up from the club. I had given her the short version of what had happened. A man grabbed me, and someone saved me. The longer version would have included me bent over, begging my ‘saviour’ to fuck the daylights out of me. I couldn't tell her that! “I am fine,” I told her, patting her back. “I have to go. The lights are off, thankfully.” Megan pulled away then, swiping her auburn hair out of her face. “Shouldn't you tell your father you need money? You're Camille Caldwell!”“I am also a grounded 22 year old,” I said, pursing my lips. “I'll figure this out Megs, drive home safe, okay?” One last hug and I stepped out of the car and slipped thr
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 m
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 sh
Camille's POVMy 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 tig