Chasing Bad Boys 7_A Bad Boy Romance Series

by Kylie Parker

  “Didn’t you get my message?” He asked, looking at her in a towel.

  “No, sorry. I was having a bath.” She felt his gaze on her bare shoulders and loosened her towel suggestively.

  “Oh, I thought you would be dressed by now. I had a dress brought for you. We are going out tonight,” He winked.

  The big gala, she had totally forgotten. “I am so sorry. I was…distracted and lost track of time.”

  “Selena, Selena” he shook his head with a tsk.

  Rushing, she dried herself off, and stood naked, blow drying her hair. Lawrence came up behind her and grabbed her hair, firmly but without pulling. “You are doing it wrong.” He said the soft cloth of his tux rubbing against her naked body.

  “Help me, Maestro.” She begged and wiggled into him.

  With one hand on her neck, he maneuvered the hair dryer and finished her hair. Abruptly, he stopped and spun her around, kissing her hard on the lips.

  “That will have to do. Good thing you are gorgeous. Now get that dress on and let’s get going.” She complied and argued that she needed to put on some makeup. When she got down on her knees, grabbing at his waist and begged, he acquiesced, looking flushed. After a few more minutes he took her arm, guided her down multiple hallways and to a waiting limo.

  Selena had never been in a limo but did not bother exploring the interior. Instead, she leaned into Lawrence and kissed him gently on the lips. Then moving swiftly out of her seat she pushed his legs open and knelt between them.

  “Maestro I am feeling naughty.” She teased, tugging gently to release his belt.

  Biting his lip, Lawrence looked at her and nodded, not wanting to open his mouth in case he spilled how important she was becoming to him. Selena, noticing his arousal took her time. She jostled her body to give more cleavage to her dress and squirmed in front of him moaning at how much she wanted him. She inched his trousers open, bit by bit, feeling and caressing him as she went. After a few moments of play, she grabbed his hardness in both hands and leaned forward, kissing the tip before taking it all in her mouth. Fondling him, she licked and sucked as he groaned his approval. His hands were in her hair, directing her speed and rhythm. She wanted him to pull her hair and flip her over taking her right there. Seeing him lose control increased her desire, and she became wet between her legs. Building intensity Lawrence could not hold on anymore. Holding her head still he thrust into her almost making her gag. She swallowed his release, one hand touching her own wetness. Lawrence leaned back, spent and Selena gently, tucked him away and re-did his pants. Slowly she crouched, smoothing her dress and knowing this heightened arousal would have to be abated until after the gala. The limo slowed and pulled into the parking lot of the Scriva Coliseum. Peeking in a mirror, she saw her tousled hair and smudged lipstick, and she rushed to fix herself. Quickly she did a makeshift up-do and reapplied lipstick.

  As the door of the limo opened, Lawrence leaned over and whispered, “You’re amazing.” Then he reached for her hand and escorted her out of the limo. Cameras flashed as he took her arm and walked down the roped-off path to the entrance. Reporters yelled asking who his date was, and Selena smiled and sidled along with Lawrence. The event felt surreal as Lawrence and Selena as his date were treated like royalty with people waiting to see them, take pictures and talk to them. Finally, with a firm determination, he brought her to a table and sat her down. Tucking her hands on her lap under the vivid white tablecloth, she looked at the exquisite crystal glasses and matching centerpiece filled with roses. Everything was meticulously laid out, and Selena felt out of place. A glass of wine was put in her hand, and she hoped it would loosen her up so she could figure out her role here. She was introduced to the rest of the table, mostly local politicians, and a few other Scriva executives.

  “You are a lot quieter than I would have expected from your articles.” The mayor said.

  Selena couldn’t believe she was talking to the mayor. “Yes, well, the writing is where all the magic happens.” She said with a smile.

  Lawrence interrupted with a hand on her back, commending her hard work and nose for a story. As he sat down, he left his arm resting on her bare shoulder, telling the room, she was his. The evening went by in a blur as the private function ramped up, with a full-course meal and dancing. Selena was lightheaded from too many champagne toasts. A whirl of men in tuxedos smiled at her as Lawrence guided her around the room. In this elite room of decadence, he was staking his claim to her, arm around her waist or on her arm, but always touching her.

  Chapter Fourteen

  There was a brief press conference, and Selena excused herself slipping off to the bathroom. She felt uncomfortable, tight and nauseous, not sure where she fit in in this picture. She was Selena, the quiet reporter. She wanted Lawrence. No, she needed her Maestro, but could she handle the lifestyle and expectations he had of her? Leaning against the sink, the cold water run through her hand, she splashed some on her face. The water made her want to get wet, and her thoughts returned to Lawrence. The way he touched her, commanded her arousal, she would do anything to keep that feeling. And here she was complaining about being at one of the most talked about parties of the year. Beth would slap her. She should be having fun, especially knowing she was going home with Lawrence.

  Sighing she pushed herself to go back out there. It was the uncertainty that made her nervous. She wasn’t exactly sure what Lawrence wanted of her or expected from her. Still, she trusted him and was nowhere near done playing with him. Onward! She thought to herself as she opened up the door and went back to her table. Lawrence wasn’t there when she arrived so she sat down, smiled at the others and sipped her water.

  Dancing had resumed, and the hall had darkened with mood lighting from chandeliers above them. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Lawrence speaking to a group of men dressed almost identical to him. Walking over to them she smiled as she noticed all eyes on her. Swaying her hips a little as she walked she noticed that although all the men were older than Lawrence by twenty years at least, they were all looking at her and nodding their approval to him.

  “There you are.” He reached for her and held her in front of him.

  Selena was slightly unsure as he kissed the top of her head if she should react with affection. This was a public event, and he smelled and acted like he had his share of drinks. It didn’t feel right to announce their desire for each other. Still, Lawrence whispered in her ear how eager he was to get her out of her dress, and she let out a quiet sigh. One of the men next to Lawrence nudged him asking if he could be next. Replying in playful, flirtatious banter with Selena, Lawrence joked with the other men and groped her openly. Biting her lip, Selena’s stomach flopped. The one man, in particular, made her uncomfortable, and she was not enjoying the scenario and was starting to feel trapped. She tensed and froze.

  Leaning over to look at her, Lawrence spoke more softly, “What do you think babe?”

  Feeling put on the spot, Selena ducked her head down, avoiding the drooling gaze of the man beside her. For a minute she panicked and wanted to flee. Then, moving slowly, she whispered into his ear, “guava.”

  Lawrence’s eyes widened, and he wrapped one arm firmly around her waist. “Well gentlemen, goodnight.” He spoke clear and concise and walked away, with Selena beside him, cradled in his arms. They walked out the door, down the hall, and into an elevator. Once the door closed, Lawrence looked around and then whispered. “I am sorry.”

  Standing silently, Selena waited as Lawrence walked them to a private suite on the top floor. Once there, with the door shut tight behind them and the assurance that security was taken care of, she wrapped her arms around him.

  “Thank you.” She said kissing him over and over. “That was amazing.”

  “That’s what we do, babe.” He said. “That’s why we have the word. I want you to always be comfortable Selena.”

  Then scooping her up he kissed her lips and moved across her face, down her neck to her chest. She moa
ned and wiggled eager to get him naked. Illuminating the room with the touch of a switch, Lawrence swung around, previewing the luxurious room by giving her a 360-degree view. She giggled in his arms, giddy about finally getting him alone. Setting her down he slipped her dress off with a tug and pushed her onto the bed. Then, stripping off his clothes, letting them fall onto the floor with her dress he stalked towards her, his eyes on her body, licking his lips with anticipation.

  “Are you comfortable?” He asked Selena, hovering over her quivering body.

  “Yes. Please touch me, Maestro.” She begged, arching into him.

  He met her need and touched her with his hands, chest, skin and tongue. Simply and primal he ravaged every inch of her taking her and making her his with every thrust. Overcome by his intense need, the waves of passion built up and shattered repeatedly pushing Selena into orgasm as Lawrence continued pushing himself upon her. Finally, overcome by exhaustion, they collapsed onto each other.

  “I want to talk to you about something,” Lawrence said, once their breathing returned to a slower pace.

  “Anything,” Selena said

  “I want you, Selena. You are mine, and I need it to stay that way. But there are certain things that have to be done.” Lawrence began.

  “Ok,” Selena said, uncertain at what he was getting at, too comfortable on his chest, with his arms around her to move and see his expression. “I am sorry about earlier this evening…I didn’t mean to…I…I…”

  “You trusted me and used our word. You did what you are supposed to.” He tightened his hold on her. “You proved that you are mine, and I was hoping you would agree to my terms.”

  “Terms?” Selena asked, her head spinning trying to decipher what he meant. When she played, she played for keeps, but she figured for Lawrence it was more businesslike. Just like the merger he would acquire women and use them when it suited. When a man could have any woman he wanted, he didn’t choose just one woman.

  “We both want to keep playing; that much is obvious. If we can’t keep our hands off each other, we need an agreement. And, I am not sure if you have done this before, but it is safer for both parties to get it in writing.” Lawrence spoke slowly, rubbing his hands up and done her, rolling closer to her, beginning to touch her once more.

  “All I want is to touch you. Our games. They make me feel…amazing. What sort of agreement do you mean?” Selena asked feeling again like she was in business negotiations with the man. But he had the upper hand, didn’t he. He was the only person who knew she didn’t write the articles. She sighed.

  “Up until now, we have had a spoken understanding. That will not work for a permanent situation. I am asking you to sign a legal document, a play agreement.” Lawrence shifted to look at her, sensing she was unsure, aching to stop talking and enjoy her once more. His legal department had been bugging him since it became obvious he was spending excessive time with her. They always covered him, and he knew, for the bigger picture they were right. He had taken risks even they didn’t know about.

  “Can I read it before I decide?” Selena asked tentatively.

  “Of course. I will send you a copy, and you can review it. We will discuss it again tomorrow.” He kissed her and looked at her with his brooding eyes.

  Nervous and uncertain, she was too far in to just walk away now. She had risked too much, and she was beginning to need his touch, his gentle guidance and... his touch…rough…hard…gentle…she needed it. Would the agreement dictate how many orgasms she could have? She giggled out loud and covered her mouth. Then, feeling playful she pushed him onto his back and straddled him. Both still naked, she could feel the effect beneath her as the sheet fell from her and exposed her body moving on top of his. She danced a little grabbing his hands away when he tried to touch her, teasing him into full arousal. Holding her hands and swaying with her dance he watched her beautiful body with wide eyes. Bit by bit she lowered herself until he was fully inside her. Moaning she leaned forward and released his hands, her breasts rubbing his chest in time to their rhythm.

  In one swift motion, he grabbed her and flipped her over, without missing a beat. Holding her now in front of him he thrust hard, groaning deep and low. Reaching around he touched her, rubbing her even as he pushed deeper inside her. Crying out in pleasure, waves of intense passion swirling around her she begged for release, “Please Maestro, please.” She almost yelled.

  Lawrence stopped and pushed her back onto the bed, spinning her onto her back. Breathing heavy, she spread her legs and wrapped them around him, pulling her to him, aching for him to take her over the edge. Smiling mischievously, he pushed his hips back into and lay on top of her, refusing yet to satisfy her.

  “Not yet you naughty girl, we finish when I tell you. Got it?” Lawrence asked.

  “Yes, Maest-OHHHH!” Selena finished in ecstasy as Lawrence put his mouth to her breast, tonguing her with the same rhythm he was using between her legs, stopping once again just short of sending her over the edge.

  He stopped again and hovered over again, watching her try to stay still. Slightly squirming she bit her lip silently begging him to take her. She would do anything he wanted, sign anything, and agree to anything she just needed him to touch her to fulfill her deep desire for him. Watching her eyes on him he sank himself into her once more, relishing the wanton look in her eyes, dripping with need. She pulled him into her and held him tight, legs locked around his hips as the built their rhythm moving faster and faster until together they shuddered their release. Neither of them spoke as they fell to the bed, holding hands.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Waking up, Selena reached for Lawrence and found the bed empty. Sitting up in the dark she blinked to get her eyes working. Across the room he turned to her, standing at the counter, humming quietly to himself. It was a new side of him. She shivered and snuggled into the blanket watching him standing at the counter, eating something, his white robe accentuated his dark tanned skin. She closed her eyes, keeping very still. Even the way he moved and ate was powerful, determined. A man who needed a contract for every aspect of his life. She laughed to herself and enjoyed watching him as he assumed she went back to sleep. For a moment she wondered how many other girls he had like her. She shut the thought down, knowing he was with her now, and the rest didn’t matter. She would feel better after she had seen the contract.

  A while later, it must have been a few hours as the light was pushing its way through the drawn curtain, Lawrence woke her up with breakfast in bed. He sat beside her and spoke while she ate.

  “I have to go into the office to smooth over some issues. I’ll have a car come taken you back home. They will call when it arrives. I will meet you back there later this afternoon, and we can talk. Oh my Selena, I need to get you away somewhere, soon. But for now, you head home tomorrow, and I fly out for another meeting. So we will have to figure something out when I get back.” He kissed her when she stopped eating and looked at him with wide eyes. He was still in his robe, and he slid in closer to her, bracing her one side. “I don’t want to push you into anything. So while I have sent you the contract, I think we should wait to talk about it until I get back.”

  “Okay.” Selena agreed, forcing herself not to jump up and read it immediately.

  “Okay,” Lawrence repeated tilting her face to his and kissing her long and hard. “I have to go. I will see you later.”

  “Have a good day,” Selena smiled. When he shut the door behind him, she collapsed on the bed. He is not so eager to get the contract signed; maybe he is really flying off to see one of his other girls. One who does what he says and does not cause extra work for him. Signing, she pushed herself out of bed and showered. Getting dressed around Lawrence was always a treat because new clothes that fit her perfectly were always waiting for her. A more casual pants and shirt, conservative yet tailored, made of soft linen; Selena put them on realizing she hadn’t worn a bra the night before. Well so much for conservative. Her breasts bounced playfully under
her soft shirt.

  Her phone’s battery was dead, and she slammed her fist in frustration. She had been putting off checking it, to read the contract and now she would have to wait longer. As she was trying to charge it the phone rang, it was her ride. Time to go. She looked around the room one last time to see if there was anything she was forgetting. On the way home, she charged her phone in the vehicle, reading the contract as it charged. At first, it was just a typical non-disclosure agreement, which made sense to Selena because of Lawrence’s power and position. The contract itself was more thorough, and it made their relationship sound like a business deal. And that is exactly what it would be. To the public, friends and family they would have a relationship but in private things would be much more complicated. He wanted her to submit to him, full time. Even reading over his requests, what would be required of her, laid out in simple legal terms, she felt herself growing hot.

  Section IV: Sub must not masturbate without expressed permission. All masturbation must be recorded and shared.

  If Sub disobeys, punishment will be three firm spanks. Four if masturbation leads to orgasm.

  Reaching down Selena touched herself, becoming wet with the idea of Lawrence dictating when she orgasmed, also tempting punishment she wanted him to spank her; she was his naughty girl. Impulsively feeling naughty and turned on by the contract, a feeling that surprised her, Selena took out her phone and set the video to record. In the dark back of the limo, she touched her nipple through her shirt and then slowly pulled it up exposing her chest. Holding the camera to record her actions she played with her nipple, making it hard. Then, since she only had one hand free, she let it roam slowly down under her waistband and rubbed herself, moaning. “Oh Lawrence, I got so turned on reading the contract.”