My Masters' Nightmare Season 1, Episode 8 Questions (3 page)

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.

Teod
ora 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.
“W
hat
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.

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.”

“
Y
ou 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 reached 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.