My Masters' Nightmare Season 1, Episode 2 Discovered (5 page)

“
Sit on my cock,” he said,
breathing into my
ear. “And don’t make me feel like shit. I need release and
you’re going to give me it before I decide you’re not worth
keeping.”

The
knife was placed more firmly against
my neck, telling me what he would do if I didn’t obey. I pushed
myself up, hesitating as I looked down at his cock.

“
I have fast reflexes, FBI
whore. You hurt my cock and I will penetrate you in a much less
enjoyable manner.” He placed the point of his knife near my
ass.

I took a hold of his cock and placed it
above my pussy, then pushed down without preparing myself, not
wanting to receive any pleasure from him, pain my only consolation.
He let out a loud groan as I yelled out, the man too big for what I
had done. I went still, panting out the pain.

“
Stupid woman,” he muttered. “If
you wish to hurt yourself, you’re doing a very good job, but for me
that was exquisite. Now, move.” He slapped my butt hard, making me
cry out in surprise. He laughed, then did it again. “Hurry up and
ride me, before I decide I want to fuck your other
hole.”

I started moving up and down, wondering
whether I could distract him by making it feel good, then when he
came I could turn the tables. I took a hold of his balls, Frano’s
body going rigid.

“
Be careful,” he said, running
the knife down my spine.

“
I will.” I started
massaging him below, getting a moan in reward as I continued to
move up and down his shaft.

Frano muttered some curses, but with a
tone declaring his pleasure. I glanced over my shoulder at him, the
man begrudgingly stunning. His black hair was damp in places, as
though he’d run a wet hand through it, while his dark olive skin
glistened under a fine sheen of water.

He raised the knife. “Don’t even think
about it.”

I turned away from him and
started up a rhythm a
gain, his cock feeling far too good for my liking.
I bit my bottom lip hard in an attempt to distract myself from the
pleasure, but the man started moving his hips, the movement rubbing
me the right way. I pressed my nails into my thighs, hurting myself
to force the pleasure to stop, but instead it made me gasp, the
pain heightening the feeling, the lines between pleasure and pain
now blurred.

“
Faster,
bella
, faster,” he gasped.

I picked up speed, my mind going to Matt.
I tried to imagine it was him who I was riding, but instead all I
could see in my mind’s eye was Frano—black hair instead of blond,
danger instead of safety. He grabbed one of my breasts and squeezed
it, his palm pushing down on my abused nipple. I groaned, the pain
again adding to my pleasure. I was far from a virgin, but I wasn’t
experienced either, the safe, playful sex I had with Matt nothing
like this, just pure fun. But what I was doing with Frano wasn’t
fun—it was all-consuming pleasure. I wanted it to stop, because it
scared the hell out of me, but I wanted it to go on forever even
more.

Frano let out a loud
groan as I hit his
groin harder, bouncing on his cock like it was my own personal toy.
I needed to come, and I didn’t care how, the man there for me, not
the other way round. I’d been going without for too long, putting
men off because I had no desire for a relationship, but sex was
just sex, a bodily need that I’d neglected, which I was now paying
for with the wrong man.

His hands went to my hips, anchoring me to
his cock, which started pumping cum inside of me. I pulled free
from his hands, and started riding him harder, my peak too close,
my body now on automatic, my brain matter dissolving as I brought
myself to completion. My groan filled the bathroom as pleasure
filled my body.

A laugh
snapped me out of my nirvana. I
stiffened, then turned and looked back at Frano. He was grinning at
me, although his eyes were hooded, giving me the impression that he
could go for another round.

“
I told you I sold your husband
into sexual slavery,” he said, “yet the same day you fuck me until
you orgasm. You are a piece of work, Rita.” His grin widened.
“Nasty—like me.”

I pulled off him and jumped out of the
bath, my foot slipping on the water that coated the floor. I fell
hard, hitting my head against the tiles. I blacked out, then came
too with a pained gasp. A hand grabbed my arm and tried to yank me
up, but my mind was too dazed to react. Arms slipped under my body
and picked me up, carrying me through to the bed. I looked up at
Frano as he laid me down, the man staring at the top of my head. He
took a hold of my arms and wound the ties around them. Once I was
secured to the bed, he touched my head, causing me to
wince.

“
That’s going to be a nasty
lump, but I have little sympathy for you, considering it’s your own
fault for being so proud.”

He grabbed my legs and tied each one to
the bed, then disappeared inside the bathroom, returning with a
razor, washbowl, towel, and a fancy bottle of something. He placed
most of it on the bedside cabinet, then started soaping up my
armpits, his touch tickling me. My face flushed from humiliation as
he picked up the razor and began shaving me. Once he had finished
both sides, he moved down to my pubic hair.

“
What are you doing?!” I yelled,
moving my lower half so he couldn’t touch it.

He pressed hard under my stomach, making
me bark out from his roughness. “Stay still so I don’t cut
you.”

I closed my eyes as he started soaping my
pussy, his fingers running over it, the burn on my cheeks
increasing. I almost jumped as his finger touched my clit, but
unlike the first time he didn’t repeat the action, instead he
started shaving me. After a minute, he parted my folds, making my
eyes shoot open.

“
I’ve got no hair there!” I
yelled.

He grabbed a few strands and pulled,
making me cry out. “Looks like you were wrong,” he
laughed.

He refocused on my
pussy, once more
parting it, the blade slowly running up it, the man biting his
bottom lip as he concentrated on what he was doing. After what felt
like forever, he moved down to my legs. He lathered them with the
soapy liquid, then started shaving, the touch of the blade running
up my leg slowly. I’d never had a man shave me before, never
thought it could be sexual, but it was, and I hated Frano even more
for it.

Once finished,
h
e got off
the bed and returned the equipment to the bathroom. A few seconds
later he emerged once more. He wiped me down with the towel, then
sprayed my body with something that smelled like vanilla. He
started massaging it into my legs, his hands strong and relaxing.
He moved up to my stomach, my eyes widening as he grabbed my
breasts, massaging them also. He frowned at me, then wiped his
hands on the towel and moved down the bed, freeing my
legs.

“
Turn onto your stomach,” he
said. “I need to do your back.
Twist the ties, they have enough
slack.”

I did as I was told, feeling
even more exposed at
having to face away from him. I jolted as he
sprayed the vanilla liquid onto the back of my legs. He started
rubbing it in my calves, his hands exquisite with the way he was
kneading out all my aches and pains. I didn’t realize how much my
body felt battered until now, the trip here in the van and the way
I’d been tied up leaving him with plenty to work with.

His
hands moved to my butt, doing the
same, then up my back and my shoulders. The man must have been a
masseuse in a past life, because before I knew it I was sighing in
satisfaction, ready to fall asleep under his soothing touch. I
closed my eyes, sleep pulling me into his loving arms, Matt
beckoning me to dream of him.

4

Jagger

A loud bang jolted me
awake.

“
Jagger!” Frano called
out.
“Be in
my office in ten minutes.”

“
Sì!
”
I pushed out of bed, not wanting to go, but
knowing I would be reprimanded if I didn’t, although I was going to
be reprimanded regardless for starting the fight with
Alberto.

I did up the buttons on my shirt, then
headed out of my room, wondering why Federico wasn’t guarding it.
Not really caring, I walked down the passage and descended the
staircase, not looking forward to what was coming my way. Frano’s
temper was just as bad as mine, if not worse, especially when he
allowed his cool to slip.

I crossed the lounge, and
headed down
another passageway, the house like a rabbit warren. I
stopped outside of Frano’s office and knocked. “It’s
me.”

“
Come in!
”

I entered and closed the door behind me.
Frano got up from his desk and walked around it. “Take a seat,” he
said, indicating towards the couch.

I sat dow
n, waiting for the
onslaught.

“
I know what you
wer
e doing,”
he said, glaring down at me. “And I don’t appreciate you getting
Alberto and myself involved in your games. You train the slaves by
yourself, not using us as your own personal tools to get sympathy
from them.”

“
I didn’t intend for things to
go that far. Alberto is crazy.”

“
I won’t excuse what Alberto
did, but you have overstepped the boundaries by bedding his wife.
What happened today has been a long time in the making.”

“
That excuses nothing! He
sexually assaulted me!”

“
And he will be punished
accordingly, as you will be also.”

“
I didn’t batter and dry hump
him!”

“
You got me wrong. Your
punishment is for what you did to Father Michael.”

My body went stiff. “I don’t
understand. What has
he
got to do with my fight with Alberto?”

“
Nothing, but our shipment of
stolen women has everything to do with you. The Donatelli are
responsible and say they will keep on doing it until we hand you
over.”

I shot up
off the couch. “You can’t send
me to them; you know what they will do to me.”

“
I’m not
sending you
anywhere.”

“
Then
why are you bringing them into this
discussion.”

“
What you did to the
Padre
is killing the
family business. The Donatelli will continue to punish us all if
they don’t get their pound of flesh. An eye for an eye and
a—”

My
hands went to my cock. “You can’t
take it!”

His gaze moved to what I was covering,
then back up to my face. “I have no intention of cutting off your
tool of the trade.”

“
Then what do you want
from me?”

“
Ten lashes across
your
back.”

I shook my head. “You’ll scar
me.”

“
Like you scarred my
godfather.”

“
He raped and abused me for five
years!
”

Frano exhaled heavily. “Forever
crying rape will not get you out of this. And even if he did, my
hands are tied, you will take those lashes for the
famiglia
or I will hand you
over to them, because you are not bringing my household to its
knees.”

“
But, you need
me.”

“
I also need the women for you
to train, and if the Donatelli cut off our biggest supply we will
all be out of a job.”

“
You still can’t whip
me.”

“
I won’t
, the
Padre
will.”

“
NO! That monster is not
to come near me!”

“
You have no say in the
matter.”

“
I can’t be near him!” I said,
now panicked. I looked at the door as it opened. Two of our biggest
guards entered, the men heavy-set, the one with the pale eyes
almost twice my weight. My eyes shot back to Frano. “Please,
cousin, you can’t leave me alone with that man, he is a monster; he
will do more than whip me.”

“
You won’t be alone; you will be
whipped in front o
f everyone, the Donatelli and our own
famiglia
.”

I shook my head. “You can’t, they can’t; I
don’t deserve this.”

“
You cut off a man’s cock!”
Frano yelled, his face now turning red. “You stuffed it into his
mouth! You deserve to have been killed for that! Yet, you whimper
and whine like a woman,” his face twisted in anger, “while
the
famiglia
suffers for your actions.” He pointed a finger at my face.
“You WILL take the whippings and you WILL beg for the father’s
forgiveness as each strike carves into your back.
Capito
?!!”

“
NO!!
”

Frano moved fast, his hand
striking my face before I could react. My head whipped to
the side, feeling
like he’d hit me with a plank of wood.