My Bad Boy's Secret: A Bad Boy Billionaire Romance (47 page)

“You ass! What is this? Your test!” a familiar voice screamed at me.

ALICIA

What had I gotten myself into? I was not expecting to stay after dinner, or at least I was trying really hard not too, but I was not ready to leave Mason’s side when the time came. I knew that he was a rogue bad boy and a billionaire playboy, but a part of me was okay with that. Knowing these things about him, maybe I could just enjoy having sex with him and nothing else. I was in fact only here for the summer so I might as well enjoy sex with a gorgeous man. Then he sprung the strange and unusual test on me and I was intrigued. I had to admit, it was the hottest thing I had ever done. Was this how the French did things? Or was it just this eccentric man? Keeping quiet as he fondled me slowly and sensually was very hard. I thought it would be fairly easy but I would catch a moan about to escape my mouth just in time and turn it into a sigh. It took a lot of concentration. Then once he started talking dirty to me, I was lost. For the most part I had never been with a man that said things like this to me. It was a new and very erotic experience, and I liked it a lot. I felt desirable and very attractive in those moments as he told me what he was going to do to me. The way he encouraged me to stay quiet as though he wanted me to pass the test. I didn’t know what the reward was for passing his test, but I felt like cumming from having this gorgeous man lick me would be reward enough. I wanted it badly, but I also wanted to last a very long time. He teased me and fondled me until I felt like I was already on the brink and he hadn’t even started yet. His thumb pressed in pulsing moves on my clitoris and I thought I would yell out. I bit my lip trying to stay quiet. Then his tongue licked my bare skin of my slit from down to up, in a slow move. Then, a burst of energy entered the room in the form of an angry woman. She screamed a few words in English, calling him an ass and then some angry words in French. For a second, I didn’t know if this was an odd part of the test and I just froze. But Mason quickly pulled my skirt down over me and got up from the floor. That’s when I knew that it was not part of the test, it was another angry lover of his. First the maid, now a very stylish and gorgeous French woman was giving Mason a piece of her mind. I supposed that quite possibly she was his girlfriend or wife. He was trying to calm her as he talked to her in French. I just needed to get out of there. I grabbed my bag and coat and slipped out the door as I heard more and more yelling and the woman sobbing. This was not what I was expecting to happen, but I should have known. This is the type of thing that happens when you get involved with a playboy that has no regard for women. He was in all definitions a bad boy and he was bad for me, and all women it seemed. I was a fool to be seduced by him. I walked out to the busy street and grabbed a taxi back to my flat. The entire ride I was very aware of just how wet I was. As soon as I got home, I finished myself off. I had too, there was too much built up tension inside of me, and I was as loud as I wanted to be. 

Over the next two days I tried to go about my normal routine of enjoying Paris by taking tours of the city, going to museums, and just hanging out drinking coffee in a plaza or at a café. But I could not get Mason out of my mind. He had done a number on me. I wanted him. I wanted him to fuck me hard and just pound me. The urge was building up inside of me. I knew that I should not get involved any further with a man like him. Who knew how long it would take for me to be the one that was barging into his apartment upset like that woman. No, I needed to stay away from him. Still, a part of me was still intrigued by him. I, however, would not be looking for him, but it wasn’t long before he found me.

I was standing at my Juliet balcony as I did many times when I was at home in my flat. I loved watching the people go by and the buzz of Parisian life. I looked at the café across the street and at my table. There he was. He was sitting there looking up at me in a dark grey suit. He raised a glass of champagne at me, as though to toast me. I smiled in return. I immediately felt my body become aroused. I knew as soon as I saw him that I wanted him. I wanted to finish and pass his test. As I looked down at him he put his polished shoe on the chair opposite him and slid it away from the table, signaling for me to join him. He was definitely cool and had the right touch, even at this distance. I moved away from the window and rushed to the mirror to quickly fix myself up. I could at least go see what he has to say about the other day I said to myself. A few minutes later I walked up to him. He gave me the French hello by kissing both cheeks, and said, “Alicia, you are beautiful, as always.”

“Thank you,” I said taking my seat.

“What can I get you? Anything you want,” he said.

“An explanation,” I said.

He laughed and said, “You are funny. I like that.”

“Thank you. So who was that woman? What happened?” I asked.

“She is an old lover. I told her from the beginning that we were just lovers, nothing more. She agreed to that, but she one day fell in love with me. I told her that is not what I wanted, and she left. I thought that was the end of it, but she kept showing up at my office and my apartment.”

“Oh, I see,” I said wondering how much of what he was saying was true.

“Finally, I told her again. Stop, no more. She disappeared for a few weeks, and then the other day was the first time I had seen her in some time.”

“She was very angry,” I said.

“Love does that to people. That is why I stay away from it. It is too much of a distraction. I just like to have fun. There is nothing wrong with two people enjoying each other’s company. Do you agree?” he said.

“Yes, I do agree.”

“Yes, that is why you are the perfect companion for me. You are only visiting. You will be gone after the summer and we will get back to our own lives. Plus, you are a beautiful American woman.”

“And funny…” I added.

He laughed, “and yes, funny. But I do want to apologize. That should have never happened. I did not realize the door was unlocked, but I wasn’t expecting company. It was wrong of her to do that, and wrong that I left you like that,” he said.

“Left me how?” I asked.

“Not finishing,” he arched his brows at me then continued, “Tell me, did you finish when you got home?”

“Yes.”

“How?”

“With my hand,” I said feeling my face blush as we started in on the sexual talk. I couldn’t help it. He brought it out in me.

“Mmmm… I wish I could have seen that,” he said. “Would you like to continue the test? I know a place where we will not be disturbed.”

“Where?” I said. “Your women seem to be everywhere. They are your maid and random other women bursting in the door.”

“There,” he said as he pointed up to my apartment. I gasped at his request.

“What? Now?” I said in shock.

“Yes, now.”

Here I was again, not knowing what to do. This man was bad for me, but as he said he just wanted my company for sex. He was being honest about it. I had to admit that I wanted to experience it, too. I wanted him to finish what he had started, and after thinking about it now for two days, I had built it up in my mind. I wanted the challenge of passing the test. I knew that I could.

“Okay,” I said as I stood up and started to walk to my building. He picked up the champagne off the table and followed me into my small, but quaint little flat.

“I like it,” he said.

“Well, it’s not two floors like yours, but it works for me…” but I didn’t get to finish the sentence. He pulled me into his arms and kissed me firm on the lips. I realized in that moment that he had never kissed me. His kiss was warm and inviting, yet very sexy. He kissed me slowly and sensually as his tongue parted my lips, and entered my mouth. His hands slid down my back and pulled me very tight against his hard chest and his expensive suit. I threw my arms up around his neck and into his lush dark locks. This felt good. I could see why women were up in arms about this man. He knew how to handle a woman, and we were only kissing. I wondered what he was like in bed. Then he pulled away from me and said, “I’ve been thinking about that for days. Every time I go to the café, you are nowhere to be seen.”

“You went to the café looking for me?” I asked surprised.

“Yes, yesterday and the day before, but only for an hour when I had a break from work. I have a very busy schedule.”

“Well, I’m glad you found me.”

“Me too, Alicia. Now, would you like to finish the test? I promise to make it shorter since you’ve already been through some of it. I have never had an interrupted test before. It is a first with you.”

“I think I’m up for the challenge,” I said.

He smiled and scooped me up into his arms. My short dress hiked up as he did and now it was resting very high on my hips and my red silk panties were showing. Mason looked down at them and let out a sigh, “I don’t know if I can pass my own test, we shall see.” He sat me down on my bed and then knelt down before me. Now we were in the same position that we were a few days before. He was quick and not so sensual this time and said, “Okay, starting now, keep quiet.”

I nodded my head yes in understanding. Then he pushed his mouth straight into my panties. It was a shock and I almost let out a little squeal of delight at being caught off guard but I kept it locked inside. Mason smiled up at me with his large brown eyes. He was gorgeous, even when looking up at me in this way. He used his hands to spread my legs wider, “Open them for me, Alicia, like a flower.”

I opened my legs and put my hands flat on the bed behind me a little, leaning back. Mason grabbed my feet and pulled off my ballet flats. Then he took my foot in his hand and placed it on the bed, followed by the other. My knees were now bent and my feet were up on the bed while I leaned back on my hands. Mason’s hands ran down the back of my thighs until they found the crotch of my panties. He looped two fingers in them and pulled them over to one side. I knew what was coming next. He was going to lick me, and I welcomed it.

“Now, remember, not a sound,” he whispered. “I’m going to fuck you with my tongue,” as he moved his head between my legs and slid his tongue inside of me. I jumped a little at the sensational feeling. It was heaven. Then he moved his tongue in and out of me, penetrating me. I breathed heavily remembering to turn my moans into sighs. It was not easy. I wanted to yell out in ecstasy. It was hard not too. Then his tongue slid up and down my slit slowly, then fast, and then slow again. I balled the sheets into my fists as I wiggled under his movements and skill. He knew exactly what he was doing. “How does that feel?” he asked.

I opened my mouth to answer, and then I remembered, I was not to speak. He was tricking me! He looked up at me and I looked down at him with a sly smile on my face, as if to say I’m not falling for that. He smiled back and went back to licking and sucking. Then he made his way up to my clit as though that one last question was the final test before he reached the finally. He pursed his lips around it and gently sucked in. A sharp breath caught in my throat as he slowly did his work. I knew I was on the brink. I could feel it happening. I heard him moaning as my body moved. He put his hands on the back of my thighs and pushed upwards. My feet lifted off the bed and my body rounded as I leaned further back on my hands and he used the pressure to spread me further apart. Then I felt his fingers move to my wet slit and he pressed two of them in softly and gently. He didn’t move them in and out; he only held pressure up toward my abdomen. That was it. That was the last straw. I let out a sigh that I was hoping didn’t sound too much like a moan as I fell back onto my back on the bed. I felt my body release in sweet orgasm as the pulsations moved from my warm center throughout my body. The twitching of my pulsing, quivering pussy seemed to move outward through my thighs and to my knees making them very weak. I pushed my arm over my mouth and bit down onto it as I felt Mason lick me up and down sucking in my juices as he moaned at tasting me. It was the most erotic experience of my life. I was glad that I had agreed to take the test. I think, I had passed it as well. After a few moments of me writhing around in bed, and as my sensitive state bordered between a tickle and an exquisite sensation, Mason climbed on top of my body. I could feel his hard cock as his face became even with mine and he pressed his weight down on my body.  “Well, you did it Alicia, you passed the test,” he leaned in and kissed me. “You can talk now.”

“I passed,” I sighed with a smile. “I didn’t think I was going to be able to for a second at the end there.”

“Neither did I, but you did good.”

“How good?” I asked.

“Good enough for the reward, and good enough to move on to the next test, if you want too.”

“Another test?!” I yelled. This man was completely obsessed with erotica, I thought.

“Yes, another test. I will tell you about it after you get your reward.

MASON

I was impressed. The American woman had passed my first test. Though, I knew that it was not the way the test was supposed to be performed because it would not be fair to make her go through the entire thing again from the very beginning, so instead I started off where we had left off, before we were interrupted. I did hope that she agreed to the next test, because I wanted to see if she really did have the tenacity needed to pass these tests or if she just got lucky. Usually, I knew the answer to that question as soon as I performed the first test, but we were so rudely interrupted by Margaret the first time, that I could not know at this time. Margaret always had a knack for showing up at the worst possible times. I did not lie to Alicia about Margaret. She was a woman that I was lovers with, but who let her heart get involved. Then she turned into a crazed girlfriend wanting more from me when I had told her in the beginning it is not what I wanted. Though, it usually turned out this way for some of the women I was with. But I never knew what they loved. Did they actually love me as a person? Or did they only love the luxurious lifestyle? If was penniless, would they still love me for the man I was? I didn’t think so. Or had they fallen victim to my erotic tests? Maybe these tests did brainwash them some. I had no idea. I was playing with fire, and I did it very well. In the end, I did what I wanted, and whom I wanted. That is the way of things. Licking and sucking Alicia’s perfect pussy was something I enjoyed a lot, but it took a lot of restraint on my part to not take my clothes off and fuck her right then and there. I was so hard I thought I would explode. But for the sake of the game, and for the tests, I held back. But I knew that I could not have her linger around anymore or I would not be able to hold back.