Gavriel's POV "By 9am, you have a meeting with the design team. By 11am ..."  I droned out the voice of Alexa as she read out my schedule as I ran on the treadmill. The whole point of having artificial intelligence read out my schedule was to be able to do something else at the time.  It felt hard to breathe as I ran but I pushed ahead anyway. I couldn't get her out of my head.   My pet. My stripper.   Especially after my last meeting with her. It was three solid days and I had barely resisted the urge to call for her.  Barely.   If I wasn't so damned busy, I would have anyway.   Fuck how could I not think about her? All I could see were those blue eyes, widening as I pushed her beyond her limits. I wanted to see them cloud with tears, like they had when I m

 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

 Camille's POV I 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

 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

 Camille's POV I 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.