My Bad Boy's Secret: A Bad Boy Billionaire Romance (53 page)

I was gone. I was shocked into arousal. My ears drank in her words. It was hot as fuck to hear her say these things. It was filthy and dirty, just the way I liked it. Then she continued on and did something brilliant, she made me imagine having my cock in her mouth. She made me want it by thinking about what it would be like as she said,  “Have you thought about it before? Have you thought about what your fat cock would look like in my mouth?

“Yes, I have. Your little mouth is so perfect,” is what I said when she asked me, and it was the truth. I had thought of it before, but I was dreaming about it right now in this moment and I wanted it more than ever. Then she stroked my ego by telling me that my cock was too big for her mouth and played that innocent girl game by saying,

“What if your cock is too big? It’s very fat and long. I might not be able to fit it in my mouth. I might only be able to lick it up and down with my tongue. I might only be able to suck on the tip.”

Damn that was fucking hot. I thought I would cum just by her wicked words alone. I had misjudged my innocent little sketch artist. She was in fact a full blown vixen that knew how to play with my mind. I was in her hands. She had complete control over me and I was hers. I moaned at her words and closed my eyes as I imagined the picture she was painting in my head as she said, “now, I’m going to pull your fat cock out and touch it with my hands, but only my hands. I don’t think you deserve my mouth. I might never let you put your cock in my mouth. I don’t think you deserve it.”

Damn, she was teasing me and I liked it. She was damn good and I knew then that I would not be able to hold out and that I was going to fail my own test. She kept going and going and talking to me in a domineering way; the way I usually talk to my many women. It was so hot.

“Mmmm…it’s soooo hard. You are ready for me. You want me to suck it don’t you. I can tell,” she said.

Then she knelt down in front of me and I finally got the visual of her in full costume on her knees. Her full cleavage was so close to my cock and it was exactly as I had imagined it to be. I was so turned on that I realized that I had met my match.

Then in what seemed like seconds, the warmth of her mouth was all over my cock and I thought I would cum right then and there. I grabbed onto the table to steady myself and to restrain myself but it was no use. I was waiting to hear the stopwatch go off at any second but it never did. Then I could not hold out any longer. She knew exactly the right combination of jerking me off and sucking me off for me to climax. Then, I did. I came. I lost. She won. I had never lost before. It was a shock to my ego. I looked at Alicia sitting pleasantly by the window looking over the canal. She was the woman that could make me into a different man, and that scared the shit out of me.

ALICIA

“I’m going to get ready for dinner. I need a hot bath and to relax first,” I said as I moved away from the canal window. I felt very arrogant and confident. I had made this man who was a sexual master cum in less than fifteen minutes. I was the first woman to make him fail his own test. That made my ego inflate and I felt like I was in charge. I smiled deviously at him as I left the room and left him to his thoughts. I thought it was a good idea to leave him alone and make him think about what had happened over and over in his head. I made my way to the bath and soaked in the hot tub laughing and smiling at my great victory.

A couple of hours later we were in a gondola being pushed down the canal on our way to dinner. I was wearing a wine colored silk dress with white ruffles down the front and a plunging neckline. I chose a black mask with beads and rhinestones that glittered in the dim light. Mason wore another vintage suit with an acorn hat that fit him perfectly. We sat arm and arm in the gondola and he pointed out various buildings to me as we made our way to the extravagant costumed dinner. I was excited about it, and I was very hungry, but Mason was acting a little different. I think he was acting a little scared and he was being somewhat allusive. There was something going on, and I had no idea what it was.

When we arrived we joined about eighty people in a grand dining room with the lushest furnishings I had ever seen.

“This is unbelievable,” I whispered to Mason.

“Yes, it is the home of the Viscount.”

I gasped, “Really? That is astonishing, which one is he?” I asked.

“Well I can’t tell in the mask but he will sit at the head of the table and his daughter, the Viscountess will sit at the other end.”

“Oh this is so exciting,” I said as I realized that I had never met nobility before. This would be very interesting indeed.

A few minutes later we were seated at the biggest and longest table I had ever seen. There was a combination of languages being spoken at the table but it was mostly Italian. We sat at the very end of the table near the Viscountess. I loved looking at her extravagant purple gown. I had never seen anything like it. Her feathered mask was a giant peacock, and although half of her face was covered I could tell that she was very pretty. While we were eating the six course meal she made it a point to speak to Mason in French. I could not tell what they were saying but her flirtatious manner was unnerving to me. Did she know that he was a billionaire? Did she have her eyes and heart set on him? Money always went after money and if she was single as I was led to believe then she might be thinking of Mason as a prospect. I suddenly felt all that arrogance that I had felt earlier disappear as Mason flirted back with her. I started to feel ignored and pissed off. Finally, when dinner was over it was time for cigars, brandy, and cards. Everyone was scattered throughout the parlor rooms drinking and socializing. I just wanted to get out of there but as I circled the rooms I could not find Mason. I started to panic as I could not remember what mask he was wearing and every man sort of looked the same. I went outside into the garden to get a breath of fresh air and then I heard giggling. I saw the familiar peacock mask in the dim light on the Viscountess as she leaned her back against the garden wall. The man standing with one hand on the wall above her shoulder leaned in close and whispered in her ear.

“Mason?” I said quietly.

The man turned to me and once the light hit his mask I knew that it was him.

“Yes?” he asked.

But he did not move. He acted like I was intruding on them and it his stance over the Viscountess was not unusual. I just stood there in shock not knowing what to do.

PART 4

ALICIA

I was very surprised to be whisked off to Venice on a whim. I had to admit that Mason’s reward in a cardboard box was very disappointing, but at the time I did not know it was a clue to something grand. The mask was a clue to a masquerade ball in Venice and the model plane was a clue to a trip on his private jet. I had never been to a ball before and I could not believe that I would be going to one while I was here. A masquerade ball was every girl’s dream, but I did not think they really existed except for corny costumed events here and there in the States. None of it seemed real although it was fun. This however would be a real ball and the fact that two skilled seamstresses fit me for a ball gown altered to fit me perfectly made me feel like Cinderella. I could not think of a better reward than this one. It was perfect, and the best reward so far. Except the scoundrel did not tell me that the reward was also part of the next test, test number three. Of course he would do something like that, he did what he wanted when he wanted and that included surprising me in this way. Even the test itself was a surprise, a test with a twist. It was test on him more than on me as far as holding restraint was concerned. But it was a test on me and on my skills. I was glad that I passed that test and I was a very skilled lover. I used my mind more than touch to get him to do what I needed in order to pass that test. It gave me confidence and I felt like a desirable temptress that I could make this bad boy billionaire cum in a certain time frame. But what I really loved about the test and reward was being in Venice. I had never been before. I fell in love with Venice instantly. It was a magical old place full of history and noble people. Including our dinner hosts, the Viscount and his beautiful rich Italian daughter, the Viscountess. She was the woman that Mason so casually flirted with all through dinner and who he now was doing more than flirting with in the courtyard garden.

I stood there frozen. I stared at him in shock. Even through our masks I was sure that he knew that I was upset about this. I knew that we were just casual sex friends, but this was just down right disrespectful. He didn’t even bother to move his hand from the wall leaning over her. She just giggled after I said, “Mason?”

He just answered with “Yes?” as if I were bothering him. I didn’t bother to respond to his question. He knew it was me, he knew it was fucked up. I just stood there feeling hurt and angry. There was no point in yelling at him, he would just tell me to chill out or something unnerving in a casual French manner that would only drive me crazy. So instead, I just looked at them up and down, narrowed my eyes, and turned on my heels and walked away. I rushed into the crowded parlor rooms where people were doing their after dinner socializing. Suddenly my large ball gown with its grand skirt became a hindrance to my escape as I tried to squeeze through the crowds.

“Excuse me, pardon me,” I said in a quiet tone as I made my way through.

“Bella? Are you alright?” A man in a golden mask with long dark hair pulled into a bun grabbed my arm with concern as he continued in his thick Italian accent, “Is everything good? Bella, you are unwell?”

“Yes, I am fine thank you for your concern. I just need to get to the… the steps… to my gondola. It’s such a big house,” I said feeling lost and looking behind me to see if Mason was on my heels. I did not see him.

“Please allow me,” the golden masked Italian man said as he held out his arm. “I will take you to the gondolas.”

“Gratzi,” I said trying to not sound so fragile and upset.

The man silently walked me to the steps and then handed me his lace trimmed handkerchief and said, “I know when a woman is holding back tears. I hate leaving you in such distress, but I am sure you would like to be alone. My name is Antonio, if I can be of any service,” he said as he bowed and walked away. I turned back to the steps on the canal edge. I was enraged. I was irrational. I was leaving. Not just leaving the party but leaving Venice all together. I looked at all the parked gondolas that all looked the same to me. Luckily I knew our drivers name.

“Marino!” I shouted.

“Si, bella,” he answered as he pushed his gondola toward where I stood on the stairs.

“Please take me back to the palazzo,” I said as he helped me into the boat.

“Si,” he said as he pushed away from the bank of the canal. I was relieved when we were well away from the party. I could finally breathe and a few tears escaped down from my mask. I was happy to be wearing a mask and I realized that not only was it useful to hide your identity but your emotions as well. I wish we could all wear a mask all the time. It did come in useful when you were dealing with a rake like the bad boy French billionaire, Mason Dreux. He was unnerving! I sat back on the small plush sofa bench and tried to just enjoy the gondola ride for now.

I sat there staring at my beautiful surroundings. It was amazing that I was here in such a beautiful place, yet feeling so awful. I just needed to get back before I burst into tears. I could grab my few belongings and make flight arrangements out of there, or a train. Whichever I could afford I guess but I knew that I could get back to Paris for less than one hundred Euros. It was one of the many perks of living in Europe. You could go from one country to another for a fair price. I wondered why I had not been to all of these places before. Or better yet, to move here. It was an amazing place. I could see myself living here. I had already survived one of the most notorious billionaire playboys that France had to throw at me. If I could handle that, I could handle anything. I felt more confident than ever. I would seriously think about moving here. It would take a large fund of money to relocate however. I guess I could think of that some other time. I suddenly felt ridiculous in my gorgeous gown. But I was in awe of this place being on my own. I looked around and thought, I could live here, and I’m going to enjoy this moment. To hell with Mason! He didn’t matter anyway. I knew what he was capable of I just had not seen it in person. It was more unsettling than I thought it would be to see him with another woman. I knew that he had other lovers but it was wrong to pursue sex with one right under my nose. A part of me thought this was not what he usually did, not so out in the open like this. He told me once that after he performed test one on me that he immediately found Emery, his maid and fucked her to relieve himself. I knew that he would jump from one woman to another, I just didn’t think he meant while in the same building. How many times had he done this to me already? When we were in his cottage in Paris, was he off fucking another woman when I was taking cooking classes? Geez, he probably was. He was in fact, quite possibly the worst man I had ever met, he was all ego and a sex addict.

Finally, we pulled up to the palazzo and I stormed up to the bedroom. I grabbed my purse and pulled out the clothes I wore when Mason picked me up from art class. Tomorrow would be the second cooking class and I was going to miss it because of the masquerade ball. However, now I might actually be able to make it. I pulled off the mask and dress and all the layers of pantalets and my petticoat underwear that went with it ready to change into my street clothes when the door burst open.