Hellfire Club: Deflowered at the Gentlemen's Club by my Father's Best Friend, the Billionaire: My Dad's Best Friend, #5
By Zoe Freud
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Everything has its price—even the virginity of a priest's daughter.
Deborah, still a virgin at 18 years old, has enough of her sheltered life as a priest's daughter. And when she looks at 39-year-old Mateo, it's like she's looking at a promise to this freer, wilder life. Mateo is a billionaire investor and her father's best friend, although the two couldn't be more different.
When her father makes a scene one day over a minor incident, it's the last straw. Deborah announces that she's moving out of her father's house at once. But that also means she'll have to support herself from now on—and she has no idea how she's going to do that.
So when she meets Isaac a few days later, who is recruiting young women as hostesses for a billionaire's club, she's ready to take a shot at a better life with him. After Isaac puts her to a harsh test that includes bondage and a cane, Deborah believes she's ready for her new job. But she still has no clue what's in store for her at the Billionaires' Club—and who she'll meet there.
In this 60-page erotic BDSM novella, a priest's untouched daughter leaves her sheltered life behind and plunges into a world of orgies, sex and power where everything has a price tag—even her virginity.
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Hellfire Club - Zoe Freud
HELLFIRE CLUB: DEFLOWERED AT THE GENTLEMEN'S CLUB BY MY FATHER'S BEST FRIEND, THE BILLIONAIRE
Zoe Freud
HELLFIRE CLUB: DEFLOWERED AT THE GENTLEMEN'S CLUB BY MY FATHER'S BEST FRIEND, THE BILLIONAIRE
WHEN MY FATHER, Hubert, came into my room with a stern face and wordlessly placed his smartphone on the table in front of me, I immediately understood that I had a huge problem. I didn't even need to look at the pictures on the phone's screen to know what was on it: I had been to a party with my girlfriends last weekend and had had one or two drinks too many. Then someone had taken pictures, which I was already only half aware of. And they had now popped up somewhere on social media.
I let my eyes glide briefly over the photos. In the first one, I was laughing and holding an empty cocktail glass with a glazed look in my eyes. My top had slipped down a little too low, so that more of my neckline was visible than usual.
In the next photo, I was lying in the arms of some guy, laughing—Thomas was his name. I had met him that night. His right hand was on my ass and he was squeezing it while winking at the camera. Of course, I immediately realized the problem my father, who was a pastor of an evangelical church, had with these photos. Although nothing had happened, really. Thomas and I had just been making out a little. Okay, there had been some petting too, but that was all.
I looked back from the phone to my father. He raised his eyebrows and looked at me sternly, waiting for an explanation. I was already eighteen, so he couldn't forbid me from going to parties if I wanted to. But I knew he didn't like it at all when I did. And what he literally hated was when I let myself go at it like I had last weekend. After all, I had been drinking, even though I wasn’t 21 yet. Thomas had bought the drinks for me. In a way, I understood my father—he was a pastor, and I was sure he was worried about what the members of his congregation would think if their pastor's daughter was living a lifestyle that was so at odds with the values he stood for.
Well? What do you have to say to that, Deborah?
asked my father with barely suppressed anger in his voice.
I'm sorry, Dad. I just let myself go a little too much. I didn't really want to drink anything, but then one of the guys bought me a drink, and I didn't want to say no.
Suppose I were to accept this dubious explanation,
my father replied gruffly. That still doesn't explain your outfit.
With a vague gesture and an almost disgusted look on his face, he pointed to the first photo, on which I was wearing that skimpy top which had slipped down a little.
But Dad, lots of young women my age dress like that. It's perfectly normal! Besides, I'm old enough to decide for myself what to wear. I'm an adult, even though you may not want to see that!
I winced when his fist crashed down on the desk at which I was sitting, studying for my SAT exam.
An adult? On paper you may be, but looking at the way you’ve been behaving lately, you appear anything but adult to me, young lady!
Behind my father, the sharp features of Mateo suddenly appeared in the doorway. Mateo was my father's best friend. He was also the biggest sponsor of our church. He had probably dropped by my father's today to discuss some business. He came from a wealthy Italian family and had to be about my father's age—about 40. And he was a billionaire. He'd made his fortune in the dot-com hype of the early 2000s. Very early on, he had bought shares in a number of Internet companies when they were really cheap, and then sold them again just before the crash, when the bubble was at its peak.
I liked Mateo—unlike my father, he never got upset and, in his calm way, always kept control of every situation. This calm self-confidence alone would have been enough to make me swoon over him. But on top of that, there were his damn good looks, which made me wax in his hands every time I met him. He was tall, too—almost one head taller than my father.
He wore his thick, half-length, black hair loose, which, along with his sleek black suit and three-day stubble, made him look a bit like a rock musician. A hint of gray showed at his temples and in his beard. His tailored suit accentuated the masculine, angular, and muscular contours of his body really well.
Mateo now put a soothing hand on my father's shoulder. Don't be so hard on the girl,
he said in his full bass voice, and a pleasant shiver ran through me at its soothing sound. Your daughter is a grown-up young woman who wants to live her own life. Part of that is trying things out and, of course, going overboard sometimes. That's perfectly normal. Don't punish her for loving life.
Loving life...
my father snorted. But the fact that Mateo was on my side made him rein himself in a bit. Loving sin, you might say as well!
Turning back to me, he continued, "And not to mention: you still live in my house! And in my house, I make the rules! "
Anger rose in me. Wasn’t it he himself who had insisted that I stay at home and not move into a dormitory on campus? Even though I myself would have much preferred the dormitory. Staying at home was cheaper, he said, but it was obvious to me that he just wanted to keep an eye on me and to keep subjecting me to his never-ending compulsion to control. He was unable to look at me as anything but the innocent little girl I had long since ceased to be. That was his problem. And now he was trying to use the fact that I was having a little fun with my friends once in a while against me. That was just so unfair!
I was boiling inside. There had been similar situations between us before—but this time, it was different. He’d crossed a line, and I could not and would not allow my father to rule my life any longer.
Defiantly, I withstood the stern look of my father, who was still waiting for my answer. Without taking my eyes off him, I slowly reached for the phone that was still lying on the table in front of me. Then I turned to him and hurled it at him. It hit him in the chest and clattered to the floor, where some part of the casing splintered off.
My father stared silently