My Masters' Nightmare Season 1, Episode 3 Read online

  She started massaging my rear, her hands feeling me up, her fingers kneading my muscles. It turned me on even more, especially knowing she was doing it because she wanted to. Because she didn’t need to touch me there or run her finger down my crack nor...

  I shouted out, shocked as she jammed a finger up my ass, hitting something inside of me, fuck knew what, but with that and her mouth clamped around my cock, I exploded inside her, the humiliation and shock I was feeling unable to stop it. The men started laughing, firing up my anger. Even though I was coming, I yanked her finger out of me and her mouth off my cock, then shot the rest of my load over her face. Rita yelled out in response. She tried to pull away, but I clamped onto her hair, wanting to paint her face with my cum, to humiliate her as she’d done to me. Once finished, I let go of her hair and kicked the bitch away, taking some satisfaction in seeing my cum dripping off her face.

  I turned towards Nino, wanting to punch the bastardo for laughing the loudest.

  He raised his gun, his laughs turning into sniggers. “Maybe you might like my uncle after all, Frano, because he’d love to stick something up your ass too.”

  “I’m not gay!”

  “But you do like a finger up the ass,” he said, continuing to snigger.

  “I was already coming; she just did that to humiliate me!” I turned my glare on Rita, who was glaring back as she wiped my cum off her face.

  Nino’s gaze moved to her, then back to me, his sniggering increasing. “Looks like she doesn’t like you, Frano, but maybe she’ll like my dick more,” he said, unzipping himself. “And unlike you, I don’t mind people watching.”

  I took a step closer to him.

  “I wouldn’t do that, Frano, a bullet is faster than a fist,” he said, raising his gun. “And I’m just teasing, because the redhead brought me to completion, so I’m not up for anymore right now.” He indicated with his gun for Rita to stand. “Up, fori.”

  Still glaring at me, she pushed to her feet.

  Nino laughed again. “Lucky,” he said to his brother, “We should leave these two alone and see who kills each other first.” He tapped the redhead’s shoulder with his gun. “Up, Red,” he said. “I want to taunt Mario with you.”

  She scrambled to her feet, leaving the room with the two laughing brothers. As soon as the door closed, I rushed Rita and pushed her onto the bed, then climbed on top of her as she threw a punch. I jerked my head to the side and grabbed her wrist, but her other hand shot out at me, punching me in the face, the woman hitting harder than a man. I fell off the bed and landed on my back with a grunt. She jumped off the bed and threw herself onto me. I struck out at her, shoving her off me, then latched my legs and arms around her, locking her into a wrestling move so she couldn’t hit me. I turned her onto her front, using my full weight to hold her down.

  “Get off me!” she yelled, trying to hit my face with the back of her head.

  I placed a hand on her head and pushed her face to the floor, making her kiss it. “You, bitch! No one does that shit to me and gets away with it!” I moved my other hand down her body, seeking her fori. She started screaming and trying to shake me off. I found the hole I was after and jammed a finger up there, Rita screaming louder in response.

  “See how you fucking like that, puttana!”

  “I knew you’d come, I knew you’d come,” she panted out. “That’s why I did it, I didn’t want to die. I didn’t do it to humiliate you.”

  “Bullshit!”

  “It’s true. Please, please take it out.”

  “Maybe I should replace it with my fucking cock!”

  “No, please, no, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for you to get upset.”

  “You’re lying!” I kicked her legs apart, my cock growing in response, the woman, knowing how to make it come alive in an instant.

  “No, I’m not, please, I’m not.”

  I pushed another finger up there, making her scream again, the sound so fucking beautiful. Maybe I was more like Alberto than I wanted to be, but instead of Jagger, Rita made me crazy. The thought repulsed me. I pulled my fingers out and pushed off her, then headed for the bathroom. I slammed the door shut, not wanting to be near the bitch, because she made me do shit I didn’t want to, made me lose control.

  I turned on the bath taps then punched out at empty air, cursing God for making her look like Sophia. I’d lied to Jagger, I didn’t find Sophia boring, never had, but she had been too young for me, a sweet sixteen, which was why I’d tried to ignore her, but when she’d come to me in tears I folded like a weak bastard and bedded her, the girl a true beauty—like Rita.

  I turned off the taps and climbed into the warm water, washing Rita’s mouth and hands off me. Ignoring the sting from her scratch marks, I closed my eyes and slid under the water, wishing I could forget about both Sophia and Rita. Maybe I should hand Rita over to the Donatelli without a fight, because she was affecting me too much.

  I pushed my head out of the water and looked over at the closed door, knowing I had to do it. She was a distraction I couldn’t afford, because there was only one thing I needed to concentrate on right now, and that was getting my household back—whether it killed me or not.

  2

  Rita

  I glared at the closed bathroom door, anger raging through me. The bastard thought he could do anything and not think it would bite him on his arrogant ass. Yes, I had stuck my finger up there to humiliate him, took great pleasure in the men laughing at him, but I’d also wanted to get him off quick, which I knew how to do since my husband had a penchant for anal play. But obviously the uptight rapist didn’t. I looked around the room, wondering if there was anything I could hit him with, something that would knock him out cold, so I could tie him up and stretch his naked body across the bed, humiliating him even more—like he’d done to me.

  I walked softly over to the bathroom door and turned the handle as quietly as possible, the thing opening soundlessly. I peeked through the crack, making sure Frano wasn’t right in front of me, then opened it a bit more. I poked my head inside, searching for him. He was soaking in the bathtub, resting his head and arms on the porcelain while he stared up at the ceiling, his hand dripping water onto the tiled floor. My eyes settled on his stunning face, the threat about the priest coming to mind, the thought of that lecherous man touching Frano making me feel ill. But it shouldn’t, because the bastard deserved to have his cock and nuts roped up and tugged on. In fact, I’d pay to see it, and would pay extra for a front row seat.

  My eyes moved down him, then back up it to his face again, the memory of him bringing me to orgasm in the same tub returning. Anger flared through me. Gritting my teeth, I scanned the rest of the bathroom, looking for something I could use against him, but there was nothing, unless I could rip the basin out of the floor and smash it over his head. I wish. But it didn’t matter, because I didn’t need anything other my hands and feet to do the job.

  I closed the door soundlessly and flattened my back against the wall. Excitement started brewing in my chest at all the things I could do to him, paying him back for everything he had done to me, returning pain for pain.

  The sound of water going down the drain came from the bathroom. I moved to the other side of the door and bobbed down, knowing it would be a safer option to sweep his legs out from under him, because his reflexes were fast, the man obviously having had some sort of combat training with the way he’d put that body lock on me.

  Italian curse words sounded on the other side of the wall, Frano not amused that there weren’t any towels, then he opened the door, his smooth voice following. “Rita?” He went silent for a moment, then started muttering that bitches couldn’t be trusted. I wanted to jump up and smash the door in his face, but instead I stayed still, again knowing that the sweep would be the safest option.

  He swore louder, the flurry of words that followed telling me he thought I’d been taken by the Donatelli. He stepped away from the door and closed it, yelling out as I swept his leg
s out from under him. He went down hard, his back hitting the floor, his stunned expression and the gasp leaving his mouth telling me he was winded, which gave me a few seconds to subdue him. I pounced on him, the man lifting his head just as my fist struck his face. His head snapped back, hitting the concrete flooring. It bounced, then lolled to the side, his eyes closing.

  “Shit,” I said, praying I hadn’t delivered a kingpin hit, the blood coming from the back of his head way too much. I checked his pulse, relieved to find a heartbeat, then turned his head to check where the blood was coming from. I breathed out, the superficial wound a messy one, but nothing to be concerned about. He was just unconscious.

  Not knowing how much time I had before he regained consciousness, I grabbed him under his armpits and heaved up, the man barely moving. “You heavy lump,” I muttered, then dug in and yanked on him harder. His body moved a few feet, but it strained every damn muscle in my body.

  Swiveling him around, I dragged him over to the bed and leaned him against it. He tilted sideways. I went to stop him from falling, but instead moved my hands away, watching as the side of his head hit the floor, knowing he was going to have a damn sore head when he woke up.

  I put my arms under him again and pulled him into a bear hug, then heaved him up, his wet body making it harder. I hugged him tighter, my abused breasts pushing into his chest, sending a thrill through me. Bastard. I gritted my teeth then jerked his upper body onto the bed. My hands moved down to his ass so I could get it up there too. I stopped for a moment, lingering on his cheeks, the firm muscle making me...

  “Fuck you, Frano,” I said, angry I’d copped a feel.

  I grabbed his ankles and swung his legs onto the bed, then quickly tied his hands to the headboard. I parted his legs and did the same to his ankles, smiling at a job well done. He was tied up exactly like I’d been, his body strung out and open to anything I wanted to do to him.

  I climbed between his legs, and looked down at his cock, amused he was completely at my mercy now, there for my revenge or entertainment. I gave his cock a squeeze, then looked up at his face, the man not responding at all. I let go and placed my hands on either side of his head, looking down at his face. His black hair was wet, leaving a halo of water around his head, while his body was making the mattress damp. I took a hold of his chin, turning his head from side to side, wondering how he was related to Jagger, because unconscious he looked a bit more like him. His full lips were discolored by the blood from his bleeding nose, which, although looking red from being punched, didn’t appear to be broken. I considered rectifying that, but shook the idea out of my head, because it would ruin my delicious menu of revenge.

  I slapped him across the face, grinning as his cheek reddened under my palm like mine had done under his. When he didn’t open his eyes, I slapped the other side, amused at how it made him look as though he was blushing. He groaned, but his eyes remained closed, the sound reminding me of when he’d thrust inside of my mouth. My pussy clenched at the memory.

  “Wake up, you asshole.” I slapped him again, but this time putting my wrist behind it, wishing someone would slap the disgusting thoughts out of my head. Or if I ever made it home, Dan should fire me, because I was doing a shit job right now, more concerned with this bastard’s looks than what I was sent in for. But that was going to change.

  I grabbed Frano’s cock and squeezed it hard. Frano’s eyes shot open, the man barking out in pain, which shot right through me. God, he looked delicious like that, his eyes wide, his face shocked, his cheeks marked by my hand.

  Grinning wide, I loosened my grip and massaged him below, easing off the pain for the moment. He stared up at me, his mouth slightly open, panting like the dog he was. I squeezed him again.

  He let out a shout, then tried to move his hands, but the ties held him in place. “Let me go!” he hollered, struggling against them, the headboard creaking in response.

  Laughing, I loosened my grip, but still held onto him, the man completely helpless under my hand. “I did warn you about the consequences of me winning.”

  “Let me go!” he shouted again, his biceps straining against the ties. I knew they wouldn’t budge, my tying skills damn good.

  “But I like you helpless,” I said, “all tied up for me to do whatever I like to you.” I knew this would all come to an end when the guards entered the room, but right now I was in control, and I was going to make him pay for everything he did to me and my husband.

  He jerked on the ties again, his face going redder, all the blood rushing to his head. “I’ll fucking kill you if you don’t untie me now!”

  “Threatening me while you are helpless...” I let go of his cock and ran a fingernail up his chest, purposely digging in and making it hurt, “...isn’t wise right now.” I grabbed one of his nipples and squeezed it. He barked out, his expression shocked. “Woof, woof, Frano, I know you’re a dog, but barking isn’t good enough, I want to hear you scream like you made me. Guess I can’t squeeze as hard as a nipple clamp, but I can certainly bite harder.”

  He started shaking his head, his eyes now wide. “Don’t you dare.”

  “Did you say you dare me?”

  “Don’t be a bitch! You heard me!”

  “Yes, I am a bitch and since you’re always right, I better act like one.” I lowered my head and took one of his nipples between my teeth, Frano hopelessly trying to move away from me. I grabbed his nuts to make him go still, which also made him gasp, probably from the vice-like grip I had going on down there, then with one last look at his panicked face I bit down hard on his nipple.

  Frano hollered, his body jerking under me.

  I let go of his nipple. “You didn’t scream, bitch,” I said.

  “I’ll make you pay for this!” he spat.

  I wiped my face. “Say it, don’t spray it, and just in case you get any ideas about spitting at me like I did you, just remember spit can be used as lube.”

  His eyes bulged out. “You wouldn’t dare.”

  I laughed. “You said dare again.”

  He shook his head. “No! You damn well know what I meant!”

  I grinned. “I’m not going to stick my finger up there again, because that will give you pleasure, gay boy.”

  “I’m not gay!”

  “Then why did you come when I stuck my finger up your ass? Because that screams gay to me,” I lied, because Matt loved it and he was far from gay. The thought of my husband wiped the smile off my face.

  “Untie me!” Frano ground out. “Or Alberto will make you pay for this.”

  “I don’t care.” I leaned down and clamped my teeth around his other nipple and bit down even harder, this time drawing blood.

  Hollering, he thrust his chest up, probably to lessen the pain. I let go and licked his nipple without thinking, my reaction just that: a reaction. I bit his nipple again, making him yell out, but the man still didn’t scream like I wanted him to. I looked up at his face. He was gritting his teeth, his neck muscles pulled to snapping point, while his eyes were blazing down at me, looking as though he was imagining snapping my neck.

  I let go. “Hurts doesn’t it, bitch,” I said, trying to control myself, the man getting me way too excited, his pain turning me on. Maybe I had some sadist in me after all, because I’d never been turned on like this before, revenge definitely orgasmic.

  “You will pay for this,” he growled.

  “Blah, blah, blah, you’re repeating yourself now,” I said, amused by the expression on his face, making me imagine steam coming out of his ears, his face definitely red enough for it. “And you need to learn to beg if you want to be untied, not threaten or insult me, and since you aren’t being very nice to me right now I think I will continue to punish you. Now, what else did you do to me that I can pay you back for, fori?” I said, accentuating the Italian word for hole.

  His eyes widened, then he started shaking his head, the horror on his face instantly telling me that he thought I would penetrate him, even though I ha
d told him I wouldn’t. But then again, a woman could change her mind.

  I smiled wide. “Why can’t I fuck you? You did it to me, and remember you said something about returning an orgasm, and since I made you come extra, you owe me.”

  “But you can’t fuck me.”

  “Why not? Because you say so, oh great and wonderful Don Juan-loser.”

  “No, you’re not a man.”

  “And I suppose in your vocabulary that makes me less of a person.”

  “No, it means you don’t have a cock.”

  I held up my right hand and pushed my three middle fingers together. “Is this the size of a big cock—” I pushed all of my fingers together, “—or this?”

  “I didn’t fist you!” he yelled, yanking on the restraints. “Untie me now and I’ll go easy on you.”

  “Why? Because I’m not going to go easy on you.” Fisting my hand, I extended the middle finger with a smile, then put it inside of my mouth and sucked it slowly. Frano stopped struggling. His eyes latched onto what I was doing, his pupils growing as he stared. He was probably imagining me sucking him, but he was definitely not getting any of that. Or maybe I should just sit on his face to get back at him for giving me a facial, because right now I was really wet.

  I pulled the finger out of my mouth. “If I sit on your face would you bite my pussy?”

  His expression went slack, his pupils growing enormous.

  “Oh, so you’d like that, which means it’s not going to happen, you pervert.”

  “You’re the pervert. You have me tied up.”

  I lowered my hand and grabbed his now semi-hard cock. “But I’m not the one getting hard.”