A Daughter for the Eccentric Billionaire Read Free

that
his future wife would show up, she wouldn’t have boldly taken
matters into her own hands. Suddenly, she was determined to win
him, and in the chill of the cool September night, she rushed up
the stairs to his newest mansion, tucked away among thickets of
tall trees in the middle of Spain, for a lock in. No one would be
able to leave once the doors were shut at ten o’clock. Camille
purposefully came with only minutes to spare so Bruce couldn’t send
her away before they were chained in from the outside.
    The night would be wild. It was her first
ever swingers’ part and she didn’t know what to expect, especially
since her eccentric dad did nothing by rule. The possibilities made
her nervous and excited.
    The doors were open wide, but she still had
to present the golden key to a man dressed in a silk tie which was
so short the tip stopped only inches below his clavicle. Besides
matching black boxers that looked like a tux because of a white
stripe down the front with three buttons, he wore nothing else. He
took one look at her invitation and then said, “Welcome to the
mad-mix party,” and then gestured for her to go inside.
    The mansion was decorated in oddities, all
sexual in nature. Plaster art with hundreds of people in a single
orgy carved in various positions covered every inch of the walls.
From behind the long sculpted sheet, glory holes proudly displayed
generous sized cocks for both women and men to use for their
choosing. On huge pedestals, couples coated in bintsuke wax had sex
on display. Toys were handed out from women who wore black bra and
panties with white hand prints cupped over their tits and ass.
Several nude women walked around serving breast milk to anyone
wishing to latch on. And every guest wore black and white lingerie,
as dress code required. The only man daring to stand out and don
another color was Lord Bruce Linderman.
    Bruce saw her the exact moment she noticed
him, and the moment they locked eyes, he stole her breath. He was
gorgeous, and looked just as she remembered him. Yet she’d never
seen him in such a sexual light. He wore tight gold shorts that
clung to his tone stomach and firm ass. Bruce looked stiff and
uneasy at the sight of her, but then his only daughter he ever had
walked into his house while he was wearing nothing but tight shorts
and his dick was nine inches erect and sticking straight out of a
slit. His shaft was covered in layers different shades of red.
There was no misunderstanding how his cock was decorated with the
variety of cherry tints, because several women waited in line and
chose a tube of lipstick from a tray, while another bent down low
to kiss his dick in several places to greet her host.
    However, Bruce stared at Camille as if he’d
never seen her before and he was obviously oblivious to everything
else. He wore no expression of arousal or pleasure from the woman
before him.
    Camille practically floated up to him. He
was so fucking sexy. She loved his odd ways, and she was determined
to mark him with her own shade of red. She boldly cut in line to
stand in front of him. Because his focus was fixed on her, the
women all looked. Approaching him made the others stand back, and
she needn’t do anything else to claim him. She’d suck his cock, and
show every woman in there that Bruce belonged to her.
     
    “Kiss the host,” the man who stood beside
Bruce said and held up the tray of many shades of red lipstick for
her to choose a color. Camille only vaguely heard him. She
nervously stood in front of her former father, although she was
much better at masking her feelings these days. She smiled, but
wished he would welcome her or the doors would close before he
ordered her away.
    The sight of her apparently made him
speechless. His eyes were locked on hers. Evidently, he had nothing
to say.
    Thankfully he didn’t flush despite his cock
being on display for her. He didn’t cover or try to hide his sexual
nature. She would have been disappointed if he