Camille's POV
The intercom on my desk buzzed.
"Camille," the sexy voice of my boss filled the air. "My office, now."
Uh oh. That didn't sound good. I had been working for Gavriel for two days. Two hellish days. I wasn't sure I was doing a good job. He had yelled his head off at me in the past two days. It wasn't my fault I wasn't trained for this job. And he was a freaking perfectionist.
I sighed, straightened my skirt, and strutted into his office. He sat by his desk, his gaze fierce and angry as he glared at me. In his hand was a tablet. I pouted as I approached him. I was immensely jealous of that tablet. It got to be in his hands, under those fingers. Those sturdy fingers that had smacked my ass two days ago. Gavriel hadn't touched me since then. My client as well had left me as needy as hell. It didn't matter how many times I touched myself. It wasn't as pleasurable as when either of both men had touched me.
"You called me Gav-Mr Donovan?"
I didn't think it was possible, but his eyes narrowed even further.
"What's on my schedule for eleven o' clock?"
I frowned, tapping my cheek trying to remember. "A meeting with the publicity team?"
"Then tell me, Camille," I pressed my thighs together at the sound of my name. "Why did the Nicholas company send me an email to confirm a meeting slated for eleven."
Uh... Well shit. I must have misplaced the timing and all.
I gave him a nervous laugh. "Ah, I must have messed up the timing. I'll send them a-"
His fist hit the desk as he rose to his feet. I swallowed, watching the him rise. Hell, even the suit he wore looked like it would be ripped apart to bits if he so much as moved.
"I am not sure, Miss Caldwell," He chuckled, tugging at the tie around his neck. "Why did you think you could afford to be nonchalant about my work?"
I blinked. Why on earth did he sound angry? It was a simple mistake.
"All I have to do is reschedule," I said, spreading my hands in confusion. "I don't understand what the big deal is."
"The big deal is that your carelessness does not bode well with me!"
"All because of a meeting?" I scoffed, rolling my eyes.
"Look, Gavriel, there's no need to take things too far -"
"It's Mr Donovan to you," he snapped.
"I've been calling you Gavriel since I was born!" I whined. "Why do I have to call you Donovan? It's so weird and makes you sound like an old man -"
I heard him mutter a curse before dragging a hand down his face. "That's it. You're fired Camille."
His words stopped my rambling.
"What?" I choked out.
"You're fired. I hired you as a favor to Caldwell, but hell, I can't put up with a spoilt brat!"
"You can't do that!" I yelled, rushing towards him. I reached for his arm.
"Last I checked," He drawled, "I'm the boss here,"
"Please," I begged, shaking my head. "I can't get fired! Dad's going to make me marry Chad!"
His eyes narrowed in slits. "He is?"
"Yes!" I cried. "He keeps saying nonsense about me needing discipline. I don't want to marry that bloke!"
"I am not a fool, Camille," Gavriel murmured. Was it just me, or was he leaning in close. "And your father is right. You're a spoilt brat who needs discipline."
Discipline. The way he said that word made me think of him spanking me in his car. I licked my lips and murmured.
"Then discipline me."
The air grew thick as his eyes burned my skin everywhere he trailed. They fell on my lips, then moved past them, down to my heaving breasts, and pressed thighs.
"You have no idea what you are saying," He grunted.
"I do," I whispered, closing the distance between us, pressing up against his hard body. His muscles jumped at my touch, and I let out a soft purr of satisfaction. "Discipline me, Gavriel."
He let out a low, rumbling sound before speaking. "Climb the desk. I want you on all fours,"
Yes, Daddy, I wanted to say but bit my tongue. I climbed on his desk, aware of his gaze, and hiked my skirt up to expose my ass.
He hissed, delivering a spank on it. "I didn't ask you to do that!"
"I'm sorry," I whimpered, breathing heavily as I anticipated his next move.
He would smack me like he did two days ago and maybe I could get him to touch my pussy this time. I closed my eyes moaning as I imagined him fucking me with his fingers.
It was such a dirty thing. I was thinking about my father's best friend, a man old enough to be my father in every way. And yet all I could think about was him fucking the daylights out of me.
"Quiet!" Gavriel barked.
I glanced behind me to see him raise his belt and whip my backside.
"What are you doing?!" I yelled, the pain made me close my eyes tight.
"Disciplining you!" He growled, whipping my ass over and over again with his belt.
"Gavriel." I sobbed, tears streaming down my face. "Gavriel, please!"
"You wanted this didn't you?" He grunted. "You wanted to be disciplined, little girl. So you'll fucking take it!"
"Stop, please!" I cried, crashing down on the desk, unable to stay upright, sobbing as he whipped my butt until it stung to even move. "You're a monster! You've gone mad!"
The whipping stopped then. His large hand caressed my aching ass and I try to shake him off.
"Don't touch me!" I bit out petulantly. "You're crazy!"
He chuckled, parting my thighs to expose my pussy. "I'm crazy?"
"Yes! Yes, you are!" I squealed when two thick fingers pressed against my panties, pushing in lightly. "Oh,"
Oh,it felt so good as his fingers fucked me. Low moans rippled through my open lips as I closed my eyes to relish the feeling.
He leaned over to murmur in my ear. "Then why are your panties wet, little girl?"
