My Masters' Nightmare Season 1, Episode 5 Escape Page 3

  “Don’t cry,” a soft voice said.

  I jolted and looked to my right. Rita was standing on the other side of the glass, her eyes sad. I hadn’t expected her to follow me in, because people who weren’t lovers didn’t do such things, but I guessed we were both naked, so she might not have thought it was the wrong thing to do. Still, it embarrassed me, although I didn’t understand why since I had faked tears to garner sympathy from slaves before, doing anything to manipulate them. But then again, these tears were real, and right now my emotions were stripped bare, as naked as my body—which was something I didn’t want anyone to see, let alone the woman who could be my love, the one person who had cut me deeper than all my abusers put together, because she had meant the world to me.

  I turned my back on her, wanting to yell at the woman to get out, but kept quiet, because I didn’t want to ostracize her. Footsteps padded across the tiles, making me look to the side. She was still watching me, making me feel as though I was on show, a spectacle to pity.

  “Stop staring at me,” I snapped.

  She dropped her gaze. “Sorry.”

  “Just leave.”

  She glanced up, then looked back down. “No, I want to tell you something.”

  “Then say it!” I said, now losing my patience with her.

  “I’ll suck that guard’s dick, but only if you’ll escape with me.”

  “I already told you I can’t, so why persist in asking?”

  “Because being here is killing you.”

  “I love my brother more than myself. And I don’t want Frano hurt either.”

  “Don’t you love him?”

  I frowned. “No, but I still care enough not to want him hurt.”

  “Then we have to make sure we warn him in time.”

  “You can do that on your own.”

  “No I can’t, because I won’t have a clue how to get back to your house. I don’t even know what country we’re in, although I’m guessing it’s Italy.”

  “It is.”

  “Where in Italy?”

  “A Southern Island, but I’m not comfortable saying which one. You’re FBI.”

  She frowned. “I’m getting off this island regardless, so you might as well tell me.”

  “You have to get out of the House of Whores first.”

  “I will. Just say you will come.”

  I shook my head, making her exhale loudly. “Frano calls me a stubborn mule, so you might as well give up, and seeing that you’re FBI, I’m sure you’ll find my home eventually. But if you don’t, just leave the island and don’t look back. This is famiglia business, the FBI cannot get involved.”

  “They can, and will, with Americans here.”

  “You are the only American, because the Donatelli take from the continent.”

  “Then they made the mistake of taking me, so get out of the shower and let’s do this.”

  I opened the door and stepped onto the tiles, taking the towel out of her hands. Her eyes flicked to my body, then she turned around.

  I started drying my legs. “Why are you acting so shy now, Rita? Because you’ve seen parts of me that only the Padre has.”

  “You told me to stop staring.” She went for the door. “I’ll talk to you when you’re back in the bedroom with the towel around your lower half.” She left the room, making me shake my head, the woman a mix of prudishness and lust all rolled into one confusing, but beautiful package.

  I finished drying myself, then headed out of the bathroom with the towel slung around my shoulders, getting a scowl from Rita.

  “I get enough people telling me what to do, I don’t need you on that list too,” I said, making her expression soften.

  She glanced at the door. “How are we going to do this? And will the guard agree?”

  “Enzo most certainly will, although he’ll place his gun to your head while you suck him.”

  She blanched. “Then it’s a no go.”

  “Don’t worry; I’ll manipulate him into dropping his guard.”

  “Like you’re doing to me now?”

  I frowned. “I’m not manipulating you; I’m helping you to escape.”

  “You manipulated Bianca. So, what have you put into my mind?”

  “Nothing. Obviously.”

  “You’re lying. Because you pretended you didn’t know I was FBI earlier.”

  I exhaled. “I didn’t know; I assumed you were one of the Black Russian’s spies.”

  “Why would you think that?”

  “You have a Russian name and he asked to buy a woman who fitted your description. It sounded suspicious, especially since he’s been after me for a while. I didn’t think of that at first, thought maybe he was trying to get information about Frano’s dealings, but after what the Padre and Alberto have done to me, I came to the conclusion it was all for my ass,” I spat, angry that every fucking person was after me—except for the one person I had wanted.

  Rita’s face softened again. “I’m sorry for what those men did to you.”

  And what about what you did to Frano? I reined in my anger, wanting to yell at her over it, to tell her right now I thought she was no better than the Padre and Alberto, but that would be a lie, because although she had some evil in her, the good still outshone the bad.

  “Why are you angry with me?” she asked.

  I ignored her question, definitely not wanting to answer it. “Just let me do the talking with Enzo, and play along with what I say.” I waved her over. “Kneel in front of me.”

  “Why?” she asked, looking suspicious.

  “I want it to look like you’ve just finished sucking me off.”

  “Why?”

  “You ask too many questions.”

  “What do you expect? I’m FBI.”

  “Well, it’s tiresome; I just need you to play along with what I say.”

  “Not without hearing the plan first.” She crossed her arms over her full breasts, again scowling at me. “Stop staring at them.”

  I looked up. “At what?”

  “My breasts.”

  “That’s not my fault, the damn things are distracting me, and you have a tendency to be hypocritical.”

  “I do not.”

  “Then stop staring at my cock.”

  “I am not.”

  “You don’t lie very well. And the next time I go into the bathroom, don’t follow me in.”

  “I was concerned about you.”

  “If you’re so concerned, help me instead of criticizing me.”

  She frowned, then opened her mouth, no doubt to answer back with something contrary.

  I cut her off, not interested in playing her games. “Just get on your knees so we can start. I’ll wrap your hair around my hand, then I’ll call Enzo. He’ll enter, see my offering and ask me what I want while he stares at you with lust. I’ll ask for a prison favor, which is to take a message to my famiglia. Cue his asking for a favor back, which will be a blowjob from you.”

  “Actually, why bother? I can just hide behind the door and take him out.”

  “Like you did to Frano?”

  She grimaced.

  I exhaled loudly, not wanting to go into it. “Unlike with Frano, the guard will fling the door into you if he doesn’t have you within his sights.” I touched my nose, which had healed now. “I learned the hard way.”

  She frowned. “But, will he take the message?”

  “No, he’ll pretend so he can get the blowjob, then he’ll brag to the other guards about what he did, although he won’t get that far because we’ll be taking him out.”

  “How are we going to disarm him?”

  “I’ll distract him. As soon as the gun is away from your head, attack him. That is, I’m assuming you know how to fight, being FBI.”

  “Yes. I’ll punch him in the nuts, then disarm him, or maybe I’ll just break his wrist—whatever suits the angle.”

  “Buono. Now, kneel in front of me.”

  She walked over and knelt down, her fac
e right in front of my cock. I grabbed her hair and wrapped it around my hand. “Get me hard.”

  She looked up at me with a scowl. “Do it yourself.”

  “It’ll be quicker if you do it.”

  “It’ll be less painful if I don’t, and why do you have to be hard anyway?”

  “To come a man must be hard, obviously.”

  “Then get to work.”

  “Uncover your breasts, my cock is sore, I’ll need all the help I can get.”

  She dropped her arms. Fastening my eyes on her tits, I grabbed my cock and started masturbating, the feel far from arousing.

  “You alright?” she asked.

  “No, it hurts, and it’s dry. Moisten it with your mouth.”

  “As if!”

  I rolled my eyes. “So, you will suck that fat cunt outside but not me?”

  “It’s for a purpose.”

  “As is this. And if you suck me it won’t hurt, because I won’t be rubbing myself.”

  “I’m still not doing it.”

  “Am I the only person you won’t suck?”

  “What do you mean by that?”

  “You sucked Frano, and you’ll suck the guard, but not me, when I’m the only one in pain. And what’s one more cock?”

  “I don’t want to suck anyone.”

  “Don’t lie, you enjoyed sucking Frano, I saw your face on the video clearly, you can’t fake that lust, it was real.”

  Her jaw tightened. She went to stand, but yelped, my grip on her hair unrelenting. Her hands went to mine, trying to pry my fingers open. “Let go.”

  “Not until you get me hard, and don’t think about hurting me, I’m not doing this to be a bastardo, I’m helping you escape.”

  “I’m still not sucking you!”

  “You don’t need to do it for long, just until I’m hard, then I’ll call in the guard.”

  “You are manipulating me,” she growled.

  I exhaled. “No I’m not, and if you object to sucking me, make me hard some other way without hurting me even more than I already am.”

  “Okay. Let go of my hair and I’ll do it.”

  I did what she asked, curious how she was going to make me hard without touching or sucking me.

  She pushed up and walked over to the bed, sitting on the edge. She parted her legs, showing me her pussy. I swallowed, watching as she ran her fingers over it, the sight so beautiful. She then climbed onto the bed and lay down on her front, making me wonder what she was up to. A second later I found out as she slipped a hand underneath pussy. She started writhing on the bed, masturbating, her eyes fastened firmly on me.

  My mouth fell opened, wishing it was my hand she was using, and my fingers entering her. I watched as she started breathing heavy, her face flushed, her... God, I had sex with so many women, but had never seen one masturbate in front of me, it made me want to come... She jumped off the bed, causing me to yell out. “Why did you stop?!”

  She grinned, her eyes going to my cock. “You’re hard. Job accomplished.”

  I looked down at the fucking traitor, cursing it.

  She laughed. “It’s what you wanted.”

  “I wanted your mouth on my cock or to see you come.”

  “It takes ages for me to come properly like that, and it’s never satisfying.”

  “You could use my hand, I always make it satisfying.”

  Her smile widened. “I’m sure you do, but I’m not interested.” She held her hair up for me. “Now, let’s get things rolling.”

  I grabbed her hair, taking at least some satisfaction that her face was in front of my hard cock. “Spit on my cazzo,” I said, not understanding how I could go from hating sex to wanting it within seconds—regardless of who was offering it, the past few days fucking me over in more ways than one.

  She frowned. “Why?”

  “If it’s been in your mouth then it’ll need to have saliva on it.”

  Without a word, she spat on my cock.

  “Rub it on,” I said, already knowing her answer.

  “No! You do it.”

  “It was worth a try.” I grabbed it, smoothing it all over, making her drop her gaze to the floor. Once I was done, I loudly called out, “ENZO!!”

  “Enzo’s not here,” a voice barked back.

  “Filippo?” I asked, praying it wasn’t, because it would be me sucking cock if it was.

  “No, his brother.”

  “Gino,” I breathed out, greatly relieved, the man a sex fiend, but only with females. “I need your help.”

  “And I need you to shut up.”

  “What I have to say is worth your time.”

  “I’m not falling for your tricks, Jagger.”

  “I only want to barter with you.”

  “What over?”

  “A beautiful woman sucking out your cum in exchange for getting a message through to my famiglia.”

  “Okay. Step away from the door if you don’t want to get hurt.”

  “I’m in the middle of the room.”

  The door cracked open, then slammed into the wall. Gino stepped inside, palming his gun. His eyes moved to me then to Rita, settling on her tits. He leered at her, the man a slimy creep, his greased-back hair and oily skin adding to his vulgar personality. He was the type of guy who thought he was God’s gift to women, but without a single attribute to prove it. He closed the door and sauntered over to us. “I’d get my balls cut off if I pass on any messages,” he said, his gaze finally moving back to me.

  “Enzo would’ve done it.”

  “I’m not Enzo.”

  “You can at least ask if Frano is well.”

  “Ask Alberto yourself.” He grinned. “You see him enough times.”

  I gritted my teeth. “He won’t tell me.”

  “Because you’re just a fuck-toy who doesn’t need to know merda.”

  Without thinking, I tugged on Rita’s hair, her yelp making me feel guilty. I loosened my grip, trying to calm myself down. “Then you won’t get your cazzo sucked,” you piece of shit.

  “Oh, I will.” He placed his gun to Rita’s head. “So, go sit down on the bed, Jagger, and if you even think about causing trouble this cocksucker will get a head full of lead.”

  I let go of her hair, handing it over to Gino as though it was a rein. He wrapped it around his hand and wrist, the idiot now only having one hand free. He indicated with his gun for me to move away. I sat down on the bed, trying to hide my grimace at his next words.

  “Pull my cock out,” he said to Rita. “And if you bite it you’re dead.”

  She raised her hand, hesitated, then unzipped Gino’s pants, pulling out his thin prick. She stared at it as if she wanted it to disappear or shrivel up—as I did, because all I wanted to do was to yank her away from the greasy bastardo.

  Gino tapped her head with his gun. “Hurry up, and remember what I said about biting.”

  She took his cock into her mouth, making me grip onto the bed, my anger growing. Her gaze shifted to me, her eyes so sad. Feeling guilty, I focused on the floor, unable to stomach watching. I glanced up a few seconds later. She was still staring me, her cheeks now rosy, making me wonder whether she was imagining blowing me instead of the guard, a pretty picture to get her through.

  Gino moaned, his gun lowering, Rita obviously good at what she was doing, because Frano had also reacted in the same way.

  “Gino,” I said.

  The imbecile turned to look at me, his gun dropping to his side, the man losing concentration—and soon his life.

  “Now,” I said.

  “Now wha—” He screamed as Rita grabbed his wrist, the woman without a doubt breaking it.

  The gun slipped from his hand. Rita grabbed it off the floor and pointed it at his cock. “Let go of my hair,” she snarled, her eyes practically glowing with violence.

  “You bitch!” Gino yelled, yanking on her hair violently, causing her to holler in pain.

  He went for the gun, but not quick enough. Rita slammed i
t down on his crotch, causing him to holler louder than she had. He let go of her hair, looking as if he didn’t know whether to grab his broken wrist or his balls. He opened his mouth, probably to scream for help, but his voice got swallowed up as I leapt off the bed and slammed a fist into his face, knocking him to the floor. I dropped onto him and grabbed his head, snapping his neck like Sasha had taught me, something I wished I could’ve done to Alberto—if he wasn’t a massive brute who could crush me.

  Rita let out a gasp. “You didn’t have to do that!”

  I looked up at her. “He was the man who killed Julie.”

  “Who’s Julie?”

  “One of Mario’s slaves. He deserved to die for that alone.” I pushed up to my feet. “Though, I will tell them you killed him.” I nodded behind her. “Unless of course they have cameras in here, then I will take the punishment.”

  “You don’t have to if you come with me.”

  “Don’t waste your breath; you only have minutes, so get out of here.”

  She hesitated for a second, then ran for the door, disappearing through it. She let out a startled yell, making me follow her out. Matteo was standing a few feet away from her, looking amused, then his gaze shot to me, the smile instantly morphing into anger. He indicated with his gun. “Get your asses back in there.”

  Rita held her hands up and walked backwards into the room with me.

  “Stand by the window,” Matteo said to Rita, his eyes flicking to the dead guard.

  She headed for it, while I went to follow.

  He pointed the gun at me. “Not you, Jagger, you’re going to kneel in front of me.”

  I shook my head, knowing what he wanted. “You’re not my master.”

  “Do as you’re told or I’ll shoot you.”

  I clenched my hands, and dropped down front of him. Before my knees barely touched the floor, Matteo struck the side of my temple with his gun, knocking me down. Pain burst through my head. Rita yelled out, followed by Matteo yelling at her to back off. He grabbed my hair and yanked me up, the pain making it hard to focus.