My Bad Boy's Secret: A Bad Boy Billionaire Romance (52 page)

“I love it. It is just as though nothing has changed since the 18
th
century,” I said as I looked around.

“Yes. That is how I like it. That is how Venice should be experienced,” he said as he walked toward the staircase.

“Come on, I will show you the view of the canal from upstairs.”

I followed him up the winding staircase that was lined with rich red carpets. Then we entered a grand bedroom suite. There was a large canopy bed with white netted curtains. The seating area was plush with large seats and ottomans.

“Come here to the window,” he said, moving his hand out toward me. I put my hand in his as he pulled me to the large window. I looked out the window and it dropped straight down into the canal. It was beautiful.

“It’s right on the water,” I said.

“Well yes, but it is all on the water. All of it is on platforms stuck in the ocean. It is quite remarkable. Look! Look there,” he said, pointing down the canal.

There was a gondola coming with a man singing in Italian and a lovely couple sitting arm and arm happily looking at the palazzos.

“This is lovely. Your palazzo is so very lovely. The bed is so plush and big,” I said as I moved over it and sat down.

“Yes, it is a very nice palazzo and I bought all the furniture that it came with. I think it is the same furniture passed down from generations,” Mason said. But I hardly heard what he said because I quickly fell asleep.

When I woke up the next morning, there was the smell of coffee and pastries in the air.

“Good morning. How did you sleep?” Mason said as he stood in his boxer shorts, over a table with a breakfast trey full of food on it pouring coffee into a porcelain cup. I sat up feeling disoriented. I was fully clothed except for my shoes and I had blankets on top of me. “I’m sorry.  I fell asleep. I must have been really tired,” I said.

“That is okay. I am glad you slept. I like watching you sleep. I just woke up myself. Would you like a cup of coffee?” he asked.

“Yes please,” I said as he handed me a cup. I sat up in bed and sipped the hot steaming liquid. Mason pulled the tray off the table and placed it on the bed. Then he crawled under the covers with me sitting up against the headboard. We spent the morning eating breakfast in bed and lounging. It was a perfect start to my first day in Venice. Then he sprung another surprise on me, the scoundrel.

It was late afternoon and we had just attended a garden party in a neighboring palazzo. We wore costumes and masks. I wore a soft mint green silk dress with a skirt that ballooned out around me. Mason’s maid had to help me into it tying the corset laces up my back. I wore the satin green ballet flats that went with it and I piled my hair in curls on top of my head. I had a white-feathered mask that was on a string and tied around my head. I held it in place with hairpins. Mason looked hotter than ever. His white shirt had a tied bow just under his neck and a high collar. His fitted black jacket was embroidered and matched his dark fitted trousers. It was elegant and a vintage outfit from the early 1800’s. He looked absolutely gorgeous in it, like Casanova himself. The garden party was elegant and consisted of tea, cakes, coffees, and small delicacies. The garden was a grand courtyard with roses and jasmine. There were white marbled statues and people roamed about socializing in costume and playing garden games like lawn bowling and croquet. It really did feel like I had somehow gone back in time. If it wasn’t for the modern devices like mobile phones here and there I really would think that we had traveled back in time.

“Are you enjoying yourself?” Mason asked me as we walked the garden maze.

“I am. I think this is the best reward you can give a girl. Thank you. The costumes are amazing too,” I said taking it all in.

“Yes, it is a lot of fun. Remember, all for fun,” he said as he reminded me not to forget that he was not in love with me and that I should not fall in love with him.

Now back in the bedroom I was about to get out of my costume when he said, “No, not yet. I have another surprise for you.”

“Oh, what is it?” I asked.

“It is test number three,” he said arching his eyebrows at me.

“What! Already? But I’m still enjoying my reward from test two,” I said.

“Yes, but test three takes place during the reward for test two. But it is not a test for you it is a test for me, sort of,” he said.

“That is interesting. Okay I am listening,” I said.

“I will tell you what the entire test is, and if you agree, well then, we can start. If you do not then we can finish off your reward and that will be the end of the test series. It is up to you.”

“Okay.”

He moved to a drawer and pulled out a silver stop watch and handed it to me.

“Here, you will keep time. Set it to fifteen minutes. That is the key time. Here is the test. I will try not to have an orgasm. That is my test. If I have the orgasm after fifteen minutes then I pass the test. If I have it before fifteen minutes then I fail the test. It is up to you to try to make me orgasm, with your hands, with your mouth, whatever you want.”

“So if I can make you cum before the fifteen minutes you fail the test, and do not get a reward, but what is the reward?”

“The reward if I pass the test is that I will enjoy a threesome with you and a woman of my choosing, if you agree to take this test.”

“Oh! Is that right?” I laughed.

“And if I fail the test than you get your reward,” he said.

“And is that reward a threesome too?” I asked.

“No, it is not sex. It is a gift, like the other rewards. The same as it has been. Now it is up to you if you want to take the test. But there is one catch.”

“Okay, I’m listening.”

“The costumes stay on. You can pull my cock out, but everything else stays on me and on you.”

“And when would we do this test?” I asked.

“Now. It has to be now,” he said.

I paced the room thinking. Did I really want to engage in this test? It was refreshing that he was the test subject this time and not me. I was not expecting that, but this man was full of mysteries and twists. However, if I lost and could not make him orgasm in the fifteen minutes, I would have to have a threesome. Would I want to do that? I had never done that before. I don’t think that I would be able to share him with another woman. I still liked the idea of the challenge of making him cum in a certain amount of time. I knew that I could do it. I knew that he would try to hold out though because he wanted that threesome. He was a master of sex and probably had holding out down to a science. It would take something special to make him cum and I think I knew what it was. My decision was made.

“Okay I will put you through the test,” I said moving toward him seductively.

“And you agree to grant me my reward if I pass the test?” he asked sternly. He was all business.

“Yes, I do.”

“Very well. When you are ready to begin, start the watch set for fifteen minutes.”

I grabbed the stopwatch and made sure it was set at fifteen minutes. “Are you ready Mason?” I asked.

“Oh yes I am Alicia.”

I then hit start on the stopwatch and sat it down and out of his sight. I was slow in my movements and I was doing my very best at being extremely seductive. I put my hand right on his crotch over his trousers but I did not unzip it, not yet. I let my hand trail over his cock and I moved behind him. Then I started my secret weapon. It was something that I knew he loved because he did it all the time to me, talking filthy.

“Your cock has never been in my mouth. Would you like to see that?” I whispered as I moved around him like a predator to prey as my hand moved over his cock. I felt it becoming harder and harder.

“Yes, I would.”

“Have you thought about it before? Have you thought about what your fat cock would look like in my mouth?

“Yes, I have. Your mouth is so very perfect.”

“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,” I whispered out the words slowly and seductively. He moaned at my words and I saw him close his eyes as he imagined the picture I was painting in his head. I was setting him up for his orgasm, so that when he finally received it, it would be satisfying and it would make him yearn to explode all over me.

“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,” I said as unzipped his pants and pushed my hand in. Then I pulled out his hard throbbing cock.

“Mmmm…it’s soooo hard. You are ready for me. You want me to suck it don’t you. I can tell,” I said as I knelt down in front of him, but I kept my mouth away from it. I was in my full costume with my mask on my face. Mason looked down at me and I knew that he could see my heaving cleavage in this dress that accentuated my breasts more than ever. I massaged his cock in my hands and pressed it in between my tits. He moaned and groaned and bit his lips. In my mind I assumed it had been five minutes of foreplay and build up. Now it was time to get to work. I suddenly and quickly pushed his cock into my mouth. Mason’s knees went weak as he grabbed onto the table and yelled out. I looked up at him as he looked down and watched as I moved my mouth back and forth over his cock, taking most of it into my mouth, sucking and twirling my tongue as I worked on him. I moaned and let the vibrations move from my lips to his cock. “Oh fuck that feels so good,” he said as he grimaced his face in restraint. It was a good sign. I was doing good. I knew that I would be able to do this. I could feel his body tensing up. The more that he watched me the more he seemed to groan. I think the visual of me in this full costume turned him on a lot. It was all part of the game. Then I was ready to make my move. I moved my hand over the base of his cock and started to jerk him off fast while I sucked on the tip.

“Oh shit! Oh shit!” he yelled out. Then I felt him tense up and his hands moved into my hair. This was it. I had him. I knew what was coming. “I’m cumming. I’m going to cum,” he said as I felt the warm liquid begin to spurt into my mouth. Then I pulled his cock out of my mouth and onto my tits. I wanted him to cum on them so there was no question that he did in fact ejaculate. He yelled out in ecstasy as he watched himself cum all over my cleavage. He used the table to steady himself and I watched and smiled at my handy work. He had failed his test and I had passed.

“Damn your good, Alicia,” he whispered as he leaned against the wall enjoying the remnants of his orgasm. I stood up from the floor and then heard the ringing alarm of the stopwatch. “I guess that means I passed and you failed,” I said with a smile.

“Yes, I did. That’s the first time I’ve failed that test,” he said.

“Really? That’s surprising,” I said.

“Yes I am surprised too,” he said as he pulled out his handkerchief and cleaned his cum off my cleavage. “You are a master seductress Alicia. I think you might be my match at these sexual games,” he said.

“I am pleased to hear it. Sorry to deprive you of a threesome with me and one of your women. So what is my reward?” I asked.

“You will get it when we get back to Paris. For now let us enjoy the reward of test number two. Tomorrow night is the ball, but for tonight, a costumed dinner. You will love it.”

MASON

I could not believe we were going to do test number three. I never failed this test. That meant that I would be able to have Alicia with another woman. It would be an indulgence that I would enjoy. It would be easy to restrain myself. I have amazing endurance. I could fuck for hours and I was sure that I could handle whatever Alicia had in her bag of tricks for trying to make me cum. She was too innocent and inexperienced to pass this test. I would win it easily. She would try, but it would not be good enough. When the test began I wasn’t even hard. Of course I was in the mood, I am French after all and I can be turned on and ready for sex in seconds. I was a scoundrel like that, and it is precisely why I fucked everything that crossed my path. I looked at Alicia as I had been all afternoon in her elegant soft mint green gown thinking that she looked stunning. She was more than stunning, she looked softly innocent and beautiful, but not sexy. Looking at her gave me a different feeling. I didn’t want to fuck her, I wanted to be with her. I wanted her companionship. Those thoughts did not make me feel sexy at all. It made me feel nostalgic. So when the test began I was far from ready to fuck or on my way to orgasm. But when the test started and she switched on that stopwatch something changed. She looked like a seductress in her costume, as her eyes zeroed in on me like a lioness hunting. I started to feel turned on. She put her hand over my cock and I became aroused instantly. Then she did something I was not expecting her to do, she turned into me. That is, she picked up my skill for talking dirty. I was impressed. You see the real way to turn someone on is through the mind. This is why we have wet dreams. It can all be in the mind, and somewhere along the way my innocent little Alicia picked that up. So as she started to speak and say, “Your cock has never been in my mouth. Would you like to see that?”