My Masters' Nightmare Season 1, Episode 8 Questions (2 page)

A female voice
shouted at me and
grabbed my arms, trying to jerk them away. My eyes shot open. I was
gripping onto my throat, trying to strangle myself. I let go and
sucked in air, greedily breathing in as much as I could.

“
Are you alright, Jagger?” the
female asked, letting go of my arms. One side of her dark hair was
short with patterns decorating it, while the other side was long. I
didn’t know who she was, nor did I want to, because all I cared
about was finding where Alberto was. I looked around the room,
searching for him. Some abstract paintings lined the walls while a
desk sat under the window. I turned back to the girl—or woman, I
couldn’t tell, because she was so small, although her breasts were
large, the rip down the front of her tight black T-shirt
accentuating them.

“
Where’s Alberto?” I
asked.

“
Who?”

“
My cousin. Where is
he?!”

“
No one’s here but you and me,”
she said, looking concerned.
“You were having a nightmare.”

Feeling groggy, I pushed
up,
then
scrunched up my nose as a strong musky smell hit me.

“
Yeah, you do smell,” she said,
making me realize it was me who stunk.

My eyes went
to my body. I was
naked, apart from the sheen of sweat covering me.

“
Do you need help?” the
woman asked.

Anger bubbled up, what she’d
done
to me
last night resurfacing. But I pushed it down, because I needed to
know who the hell she was before I made her pay. I refocused on her
face, trying to remember if I’d ever seen her before, even for a
moment in time, but nothing came. Though, her blue eyes made me
think of the Donatelli. Apprehension crawled across my skin, making
goose-bumps rise.

“
Who are you?”
I said.

“
Teodora
Spinelli.”

I narrowed my eyes, trying to assess
whether she was lying. She dropped her gaze, looking
embarrassed.

“
Where am I?” I
asked.

“
My home.”

“
Why am I
here?”

She looked back up. “You passed out in
town so I brought you home.”

“
You have a habit of bringing
strangers home?”

Her pretty face flushed
red.
“It
wasn’t like that. I know you. We went to the same
school.”

“
Well, I don’t know
you.”

She breathed out, looking nervous. “I was
two grades under you, and I looked different back then.”

“
I don’t know a Spinelli
famiglia
,” I said, wondering whether she was lying. Though, she
appeared to be telling the truth.

“
We’re not famous like
your
famiglia
.”

“
My
famiglia
isn’t famous.”

“
They are, especially you.
You’re like a celebrity around here.” She pulled a face, looking as
though she’d said something she hadn’t meant to.

I
frowned, not appreciating her words.
I’d had a number of stalkers, more than I could count on both
hands. They were annoying as hell, constantly pestering me as
though I was a fucking rock star. But I wasn’t, and I most
definitely wasn’t famous—nor did I want to be. I’d had enough
stalkers and creepers to last me a lifetime; I didn’t want to
encourage even more.

Her blush
deepened
.
“Do you need help to get up,” she said, taking a hold of my
arm.

I wrenched
it free. “You are not to touch
me again.”

She jumped back, looking shocked. “No need
to overreact, I just wanted to help you.”

“
Like you helped yourself to me
last night? I heard everything you said and did to me.”

She clapped a hand over her mouth, her
eyes horrified. “I thought you were unconscious,” she said, her
voice muffled by her palm.

“
So, you think it’s alright to
kiss me without my permission since I was unable to stop you?” I
snapped, my anger rising.

“
I didn’t mean anything by
it
. I didn’t
think you would know.”

Sneering at her, I pushed to my
feet. “
Well,
I do and you will be punished for it.”

She took a step
back
, her
expression now scared. “You can’t punish me; it was only a peck on
the forehead and I helped you.”

“
You kissed my neck and my cock
didn’t need your help. Did you like sucking it?” I cupped my
crotch. “I bet you did.”

Her eyes went
wide
. “I
didn’t blow you!”

“
I just told you I felt
everything you did.” I let go of my cock and balls. “What right do
you have to do that God damned shit to me?!”

“
I
have no idea what you’re talking
about, Jagger, because I assure you I didn’t blow you. Maybe you
dreamed it.”

“
I didn’t fucking dream it, I
felt it.”

“
I
t still wasn’t me, so stop looking at me
like that, and if I didn’t help you last night, you could’ve ended
up in a pervert’s bed.” She lifted her chin up, defiance breaking
through her fear. “Which means you should be grateful to
me.”

“
Grateful?” I sneered at her.
“For what? I still ended up in a pervert’s bed.”

She looked at me
blankly, the female
not clicking onto what I had said. A few seconds later, realization
crossed her face. “I’m not a pervert!”

“
Says the person who
sucked my cock
while I was drugged to the eyeballs.”

“
Stop saying that! You’re being
a complete and utter
stronzo
.”

“
So, I’m the asshole for
pulling you up on molesting me?”

“
I didn’t molest
you!”

“
Then lie down on the bed so I
can strip you naked.”

“
What?
”

I stepped towards her, making her back up
into the wall. “I didn’t want you to strip me either, but you still
did it.”

“
I was cleaning your
wounds.”

“
Which you
caused.”

“
I didn’t have a choice, I
couldn’t carry you.”

I placed my hands on either side of her
head. “You still need to be punished. What should I do to
you?”

“
Nothing!” She pushed at my
chest. “So, move!”

I grabbed her arms, locking
them against the wall. “You’re
too small to make me. Actually, you’re so
small I could put you over my knee and spank you.” I placed my lips
next to her ear. “Would you like that?”

“
No!”
she screamed, thrashing about, trying
to get away.

I
yanked her around and pushed her onto
the bed, twisting her arms behind her back so she couldn’t get
free. “Since you stripped me, it’s only fair I get to strip you.” I
grabbed the top of her shorts and yanked them down, displaying a
nice pert ass. My cock grew. I ignored it, because there was going
to be no pleasure here, only pain.

“
Stop!” she
yelled.

“
I wanted you to stop last
night, but like me, you don’t get a fucking choice.” My hand came
down on her ass, leaving a red mark. She screamed out, thrashing
about under me. I tightened my grip and smacked her again, then
again and again, alternating between her cheeks, my cock responding
even more.

She started sobbing,
“Please
stop.”

“
I’ve only just gotten
started
.”

“
I ne-nev
er 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. Plu
s, 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.”