My Masters' Nightmare Season 1, Episode 8 Questions Page 2

  “I ne-never hurt you-you,” she said, crying.

  “My back and legs are all scratched because of you.”

  “I couldn’t ca-carry you, and-and I cleaned you-you up.”

  I placed my mouth next to her ear. “Since you fixed me, should I return the favor by kissing your ass better?”

  “No, no,” she started sobbing again. “Just let me go.”

  I ran my hand over her ass. “I don’t think so. Plus, you did get to suck my cock, so now it’s my turn to enjoy your pussy.” I pushed my hand between her legs and ran a finger between her folds. She thrashed about, trying to move her pussy away from me. “Oh, you’re really wet. Is this exciting you?” I asked.

  “No! Stop it!”

  “Why? You seem to like it.”

  “I don’t,” she said, her voice trembling.

  “Your pussy is telling me differently. Would you like my cock inside of it?”

  “No!”

  “Actually, why am I asking? You never asked me when you took what you wanted.”

  “No, no, please don’t,” she babbled. “I didn’t do anything wrong.”

  “Stronzata!” I yelled bullshit. “So, say sorry if you want me to let you go.”

  “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

  “Sorry isn’t good enough.”

  “But you said—”

  “I don’t fucking care what I said! If you break something and say sorry, that thing will still be broken. You may piece it back together, but the cracks remain. And, Teodora, I’m completely cracked, and all the sorries in the world won’t fix me.”

  “I didn’t mean to upset you,” she sobbed.

  “It sure as hell felt like you meant it when you stripped me naked and sucked my cock.”

  “I told you, I didn’t do that,” she sobbed, “and I didn’t remove your briefs.”

  “You’re a fucking liar!”

  “Dora!” a voice shouted from another part of the house.

  “Matteo!” she screamed. “Help me!”

  The name shot through me as well as that American accent. I pushed away from Teodora and turned around as Matteo Donatelli appeared in the doorway with a gun in hand.

  His worried gaze shot to Teodora, then to me. “What the fuck did you do to my sister?!” he yelled, spit flying from his mouth.

  “Paying the troia back in smacks.”

  Teodora jumped up, her shorts now covering her ass. She rushed her brother, wrapping her arms around him, the female more than a head shorter than him.

  Matteo moved the gun around her, still keeping the barrel pointed at me. “You don’t fucking touch my sister!” he yelled.

  “She fucking touched me! She stripped me naked and sucked my cock when I couldn’t move.”

  Teodora let go of her brother. “I didn’t, he’s delusional.”

  “Liar!” I grabbed my cock. “Ask her what it tasted like.”

  Matteo looked down at his sister. “You didn’t?”

  She wiped her eyes. “You know I wouldn’t.”

  “He’s naked!”

  “His back and legs got scratched from me dragging him in here, so I cleaned the wounds.”

  “Then why isn’t he wearing briefs?”

  “He obviously took them off.”

  “I did not,” I cut in. “She took them off so she could suck me. She said she loved my cock.”

  Matteo’s face twisted in disgust. “You’re as bad as the fucking Padre,” he said to his sister.

  “I am not!” she yelled, her expression now twisted in anger. “And, I can’t believe you’re taking his drugged-out words over mine!”

  “What do you expect me to think after I walk in here finding the Padre’s boy naked as the day he was born?”

  “I’m not his boy!” I shouted.

  Matteo sneered at me. “Oh, you are, and by the way, he wants you back … and your ass, preferably with his deformed cock inside of it.”

  I clenched my hands, assessing whether I could rush him.

  He shook his head. “I know what you’re thinking, Jagger, and I wouldn’t do it if I were you. I can pull the trigger faster than you can move, and even though I would love to shoot you, I need you alive—for now.”

  My mind went to his comment about the Padre. “Where is he?”

  “Darth Fuckabutt?”

  “The Padre!”

  “That’s who I was talking about, and I ain’t telling you shit until you tell me who killed Alberto?”

  “I don’t know who killed him,” I lied.

  “You fucking liar. Was it you?”

  I touched my bruised neck. “Does it look like I did shit to him?! He’s the fucker who attacked me, not the other way round.”

  Matteo frowned. “Did he fuck you?”

  I closed my mouth, shame rushing over me.

  Matteo swore. “I don’t know what the fuck he ever saw in you! I loved him, yet he kept going after you. What did you have over him?”

  “Nothing. I hated him.”

  “You obviously held something over him; otherwise he would’ve stayed with me.”

  “Get over yourself, you vain piece of shit. It had nothing to do with me, he just didn’t want you.”

  Matteo raised the gun, looking like he was going to shoot me.

  Teodora ran in front of him. “You can’t shoot him.”

  Matteo shoved her aside. “Why the fuck not?! I fucking hate his guts.”

  “Just calm down, Matty. We need him.”

  “What the hell for? He won’t tell me who killed Alberto, he’s fucking happy he’s dead.”

  “We can use him against Frano.”

  “I can get Thierry for that.”

  “Don’t you dare touch my brother!” I yelled, heading for him.

  Matteo cocked the gun, making me stop. “Come any closer and you’re dead, shithead.”

  His sister grabbed his arm. “You can’t shoot him, Christo will get pissed.”

  Matteo’s eyes flashed. “I don’t fucking care.”

  “You need to leave,” Teodora said. “You’re too upset to see straight. I’ll handcuff him to the bed. Go to the party and get your soldier, then come back when you’re happier. We’ll deal with him then.”

  Matteo stared at me, looking as though he was thinking about it. “Okay,” he finally said. “Get on the bed, Jagger.”

  “Fuck you!” I yelled.

  “Get on the bed or I’ll fucking shoot you!”

  Willing myself not to lose control, I moved to the bed and laid down on it. Teodora pulled out a pair of handcuffs from a bedside drawer and attached one to my wrist. She weaved the link through a headboard slat, making me wonder whether I could break it if I pulled hard enough.

  Matteo slipped his gun into his waistband as Teodora secured my other wrist to the bed. He walked up to me and punched me in the stomach. As he punched me a second time, one of my legs shot out in response.

  He stepped away from my kick as I coughed and spluttered. “If you touch my sister again, I’ll pulverize your balls.” He turned to his sister. “I’ll be busy after the party, so I’ll be back tomorrow morning.”

  “No problem,” she said. “What happened to your eye, Matty?”

  “Christo punched me because I beat up the Padre.”

  “Why did you beat him up for?”

  “He came into the bathroom when I was showering. He was standing on the other side of the freaking glass with his disgusting cock in hand, stroking himself while staring at me. I told him to fuck off, but he told me I couldn’t make him.” Matteo smiled wide. “So, I made him.”

  “Dio mio, Matty, I told you not to stay with that creep. You need to leave that house.”

  “Don’t worry; I can take care of myself. Anyway, I’ve got to go.” He headed for the door, stopping to look back. “Oh, yeah, and if you want to, touch that bastard all you like.”

  “I wouldn’t do that!”

  “You already did.” He turned and disappeared through the doorway.<
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  Teodora turned back to me and slapped my face, making me wince. “You deserve that and more, you stronzo.”

  “Va fan culo, troia!”

  “No, you go fuck yourself!” She gave me the finger, then stormed out of the room, slamming the door shut behind her.

  “No, I’m going to fuck you, troia,” I yelled. “I promise you that!”

  She screamed at me again, but didn’t return. I began yanking on the handcuffs, the headboard’s slat creaking. To cover the noise I was making, I swore loud, calling her all sorts of names. A door slammed, which hopefully meant she had left the house. I yanked harder at the slat, causing the cuffs to cut into my wrists. Gritting my teeth, I continued. With each pull, the slat creaked. Roaring, I yanked at it with all my strength, a cracking sound rewarding me.

  A door slammed, making me worry she was returning. I pulled my arms free and jumped off the bed, heading for the door. I flattened my body against the wall, getting ready to attack whoever entered. The door opened. Teodora stepped inside, this time holding a gun. I bowled into her, knocking her to the floor. I scrambled over her and grabbed the gun that had fallen from her hands, aiming it at her. She didn’t move, looking either dead or unconscious. I pushed off her and put the gun down on the bedside cabinet. I opened the drawer where Matteo had gotten the cuffs from, relieved to find the keys. With little difficulty, I unlocked them and dropped the cuffs on the bed, then picked up the gun and went back to Teodora, bobbing down to check her pulse, which was still beating strong.

  I pushed up and went to her desk, pulling open the drawers, looking for a pen and paper. When I found them, I wrote a note to Matteo, demanding that he drop an unconscious Padre off at the front of my property if he wanted his sister back. Once done, I placed the note on the bed, using my underwear to frame it.

  I quickly dressed in my ruined pants, then grabbed the cuffs and put them on Teodora. I checked her shorts for car keys. When I couldn’t find any, I searched the small house, finding them hanging from the kitchen wall. Pocketing them, I returned to the bedroom and lifted Teodora over my shoulder, the female weighing practically nothing. I carried her out of the house and pressed the car remote to unlock her car. The small blue Fiat was parked next to a fence with a forest framing the other side of the property. The strong smell of lavender confirmed which forest it was, one that was less than a ten minute drive from my house.

  I opened the back door and put her inside, then closed it and jumped into the driver’s seat. I put the key into the ignition and fired up the engine, heading home with my new slave.

  2

  RITA

  I ran a finger over Frano’s bottom lip, causing him to stir in his sleep. I had wanted to touch him all over yesterday, to kiss him and to have him hold me, but whatever painkiller Honey had given him had stopped anything remotely close to that from happening. He’d fallen asleep not long after everyone had left the room. But it was a new day now, and after countless of hours spent staring at his handsome face, I had decided the wait was over.

  I needed to have this man inside of me, my desire for him now suffocating. I was finding it harder and harder to push him away, because in all truth, I wanted him—whether it was right or wrong. I shifted between his legs and took his delicious cock into my mouth, finally enjoying the taste I’d been craving for days. I started licking and sucking it, wanting him to harden for me, which appeared to be working. I could feel his cock expanding in my mouth, the man by some miracle remaining asleep. I wondered whether he was dreaming about me or as the young Sophia. Although I still didn’t remember everything about my youth, some aspects were clear as day, especially the moments we spent making love to each other. Back then I had felt so guilty for falling for Frano instead of my own boyfriend, Jagger. I’d liked Jagger, had found him attractive, but I never felt that spark I had with Frano. The memory of that first meeting resurfaced, of how Frano had snapped his teeth at me. Right before he’d done that, I’d thought he was going to kiss me. God, I remembered how anxiously I had wanted him to do it, and even though Jagger could’ve caught us, I would’ve returned the kiss with such passion. I frowned, wondering why I could recall that memory so easily, but couldn’t remember anything about my own family, other than my brother being handicapped. It bewildered me how some memories were vividly clear, while others were blurry or completely missing.

  Frano moaned in his sleep. I removed his cock from my mouth, and licked and nibbled my way up his abs, stopping at his chest. I took a hold of one of nipples between my lips and sucked on it hungrily. I was going to make him mine again—all mine. I could never share Frano with anyone, especially not with that worthless Donatelli bitch.

  He stirred a little. I moved up to his lips and began teasing them between my teeth. He was such a hard man, both in body and soul, but, God, his lips were so damn soft and edible. I could stay like this for hours, just playing with him, enjoying him.

  My body took over my mind, and before I even knew what I was doing, my hands were on his ass, squeezing his cheeks. I kissed him, every so often nibbling at his bottom lip. He moaned again, then slowly opened his eyes. He still had the bandage around his head, though he didn’t appear to be in any pain.

  I nuzzled his nose, “Buon giorno.”

  He stared at me, looking half-asleep, his mind not acknowledging what was happening—which I would quickly fix.

  I moved back down his body, taking his still hard cock inside my mouth once again. He groaned, the sound making my pussy clench, his deep rumble as stimulating as the man himself. He placed a hand on my head and arched himself into my very willing mouth. With each thrust, he pushed more of his cock inside, trying to shove it down my throat. I moved his hands away and retracted my head, biting him on the thigh, a warning for him to be patient. The bite must have startled him, as he jumped and let out a yelp. I kissed it better, then went back to working on his cock, Frano now allowing me to take him at my own leisure. I slid my mouth up and down his hard shaft, fascinated by the feel of his foreskin as it slid over the head. Matt had been circumcised, so having an uncut man was different for me, and, even though my prick of a husband had a rather tasty cock, I definitely enjoyed Frano’s a lot more. Yes, this man under me was much more my taste.

  Frano fingers tangled in my hair as he positioned himself so he could control how I sucked him. I had forgotten about his moments of single mindedness when it came to sex, his need to control me and the difficulty he had controlling himself when he was aroused. By no means was Frano a selfish lover, in fact from what I remembered, he was quite attentive in making sure my needs were met.

  I released his cock and licked my way down to his heavy sack, taking one half into my mouth. I let it slide off my lips, then gave the other ball the same attention. I repeated my actions, causing him to voice his satisfaction, the sound making my pussy throb, which now wanted some attention of its own.

  I moved up over him, giving his Adam’s apple a kiss. “Where do you keep your condoms?” I asked.

  “You won’t be needing one,” he muttered, pushing my head back down south. “I want to come in your mouth.”

  I jerked my head to the side. “This is about my needs now, not yours.”

  He blinked at me in surprise, then a mischievous grin spread across his flushed face. “You will do as I say,” he said, positioning both his hands on either side of my head.

  I pulled free and pushed off the bed. I opened the cabinet drawers, in search of a condom. I found an unopened packet of Durex lying in the second drawer. I opened it and grabbed a foil, ripping it with my teeth, while staring into his eyes.

  “You’re a cazzo stuzzicare,” he said.

  “I’m not a cock tease; I’ve been paying it plenty of attention.”

  “You made me want to come in your mouth, then took it away.”

  I brushed my pussy. “You’re coming in here.”

  He licked his upper lip. “Wouldn’t you prefer to taste me first?”

  I reac
hed down and took a hold of his cock, making him jolt in surprise. I licked the pre-cum off the tip, wiped my bottom lip with my index finger, then sucked it into my mouth, enjoying his aroused reaction.

  I smiled. “I’ve had my share, now it’s time to get my juices flowing. I’m going to ride your cock.”

  His eyes sparkled. “I love giving women free rides.”

  “Women?” I said, smoothing the condom over his cock.

  “Sì, I’m known to be rather generous,” he said, grinning at me.

  I laughed. “If you’re going to be cheeky, you might get ridden a bit too hard.”

  “I want you to ride me hard.”

  “Then I shall please us both.” I climbed over his legs and placed the head of his cock at my entrance. With a smile, I pushed down, penetrating myself. I cried out, Frano’s cock stretching me to the point of pain, my smile now gone. He grabbed my hips and took over, calmly thrusting upwards, burying himself balls deep. I leaned forward and latched onto his biceps, pulling out a little, needing to adapt to his size. He thrust up again, lifting his ass off the bed, his eyes pleading with me to accept all of him.

  “Frano, please wait,” I said, barely getting the words out.

  He grabbed a hold of the headboard, making me lose my grip on his arms. I fell on top of him, then pushed back up, placing my hands on his chest this time. He smiled at me sexily, then thrust up, penetrating me again, his stomach muscles straining with each movement. He continued to slide in and out of me, the stretch again becoming unbearable, the rubbing too intense, but fuck, it felt amazing. Breathing out, I pushed back, sitting on him to flatten his body to the bed. Even with him underneath me, he was still trying to take control, which I wasn’t going to allow, because I was going to ride him my way.

  I started rocking back and forth, panting as each motion rubbed against my clit.

  His hands moved to my hips, forcing me to stop, his grip tight. “Slow down, I plan to enjoy your body all day long, bella.”

  I did what he asked, enjoying the pleasure sweeping across his face, which was hypnotizing to see. I leaned down and kissed his lips. Frano opened his mouth for me, tangling his tongue with mine. His grip on me slackened. I pulled back from the kiss and started riding him again. His gorgeous red lips stayed parted, although his eyelids lowered, the man looking at me with longing.