Camille's POV Pain 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 “I need the files on the fashion shows in Italy.” Gavriel's voice buzzed through the intercom.   I glared at the device before standing up with a sigh. Walking into his office, I glared at him, folding my arms. “I dropped the file on your desk this morning.”  “Well I can't find it,” he grunted, his eyes fixed on his laptop screen.   He would not look at me. Just like he hadn't all through the morning. And he seemed rather hell bent on acting like he hadn't had his cock in my pussy yesterday.  “Did you check?” I scoffed , feeling irritated with him. Yesterday was amazing. Until it wasn't. He ruined it all with his silly attachment to my father.   Okay perhaps it wasn't silly. And I would admit, his loyalty to my dad was amazing and commendable.&n