My Masters' Nightmare Season 1, Episode 8 Questions (6 page)

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SOPHIA

Frano
was standing at what I assumed was his bedroom window. He
was looking out at the sea and was ...
shirtless!
I had come over to speak to Jagger,
but his horrible uncle had turned me away. Because of that big ape,
I had to hide behind the large tree across the road from their
house, waiting for an opportunity to see Jagger. Though, I got
sidetracked when Frano appeared at his window. But, who could blame
me? He was the sexiest man ever; he totally turned my insides to
mush. My mouth watered just by looking at him. Regardless, it made
me feel guilty as sin. I enjoyed spending time with Jagger; he was
the perfect boyfriend: kind, gentle, patient, everything a girl
could ask for, but Frano was just so… so… drop-dead gorgeous. No
matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t get him off my mind. I had
fantasized about him last night, touching myself as I imagined what
he could do to me. I’d kept replaying yesterday’s encounter over
and over again. Although I’d gotten angry with him for treating me
like a child, and was shocked that he’d smacked my ass, my anger
had quickly turned into arousal. I liked that he’d touched me, and
the thought of his hands on me made my pussy throb.

Damn it!
Frano had moved away from the
window. I wanted to see more of him. Like
a lot
more of him. I’d never seen a man’s body
... well, except for my brother, but he didn’t count.

The front door opened, cutting
off my line of
thought. I hoped it was Jagger’s uncle leaving, but instead
a shirtless Frano stepped outside with his brother Alberto. The two
men couldn’t have looked more different if they tried. Alberto had
rough features, a big brow, and an ape-like body, just like his
horrible father. Whereas, Frano looked like an Adonis: his face was
flawless, and I swear Michelangelo himself must have molded his
divine body. He had muscular biceps, well-defined abs, and, unlike
Alberto, not an ounce of fat to be found. And not to forget his
perfectly rounded ass. My face heated at the memory of sneaking
glimpses of it as he’d walked up the staircase yesterday. I just
hoped that Jagger hadn’t noticed.

Realization hit me. The
brothers had towels, which meant they
were heading for the beach, the rocky
shore only a few feet away from me. Feeling trapped, I glanced
around, knowing I had no way of leaving without being seen, because
the hedge was a good twenty feet away. I silently prayed that they
didn’t sit near my tree.

I exhaled in relief
when they veered in
the opposite direction, heading down the deserted road. Ah, they
must be going to the lake in the forest or possibly the river. My
guess was the lake, since it was closer, though still a twenty
minute walk. I wondered why they would go there instead of the
beach out front. Maybe because the beach was rocky, but still, why
walk further when you had your own personal beach? Well, that was a
valid question that deserved an answer.

I glanced at the
house
,
deciding I would see Jagger at school tomorrow instead. My
attention returned to the brothers as they headed further down the
road. Not wanting to lose sight of them, I ran as fast as I could
to the long hedge of trees, relieved when no one saw me. I
continued following them down the road. They veered right, heading
up the rocky path that led into the forest. Since the road had
nothing to hide behind, I patiently waited until they disappeared
over the hill. Once I felt they were far enough ahead, I sprinted
up the hill, spotting the brothers a second before they vanished
into the mass of trees.

Less than a minute later, I
entered the forest myself. The
smell of lavender hit me, the flowers
lining the path. I’d been here before with Jagger, swimming and
skipping pebbles across the smooth surface of the lake.

Focusing on the present,
I veered left into
the main thick of the forest, knowing the trees would keep me well
hidden. No one would see me if they happened along the path. Twigs
crunched under my feet, making me tread more carefully. I came to a
stop behind a large tree and peered out at the lake, watching as...
My mouth dropped open and my eyes blinked rapidly in disbelief at
the sight before me. Frano stepped out of his shorts and nudged
Alberto, who was removing his shirt. He took off, sprinting into
the water and diving underneath the surface. Alberto stared after
him, then turned around and pushed down his shorts. I screwed up my
nose, the guy disgusting. Why on earth was he hard? I flinched as
he hit his cock, which looked really painful by his facial
expression. He hit it again, his penis getting softer. Man, he was
weird.

He m
assaged his cock, then turned to face
Frano, who yelled at him to jump in the lake.
Jump in the lake.
I sniggered,
thinking of the English saying. My face dropped. Oh, crap, I was
supposed to be at my English lesson. I had pronunciation today,
because my teacher kept complaining I spoke like an American,
instead of the British. But I liked how the Americans spoke,
especially because that was how they talked on my favorite
show,
One
Tree Hill
.

A few m
inutes later, my heart rate sped up
as Frano walked out of the lake—naked as the day he was born.
Unlike his brother, he wasn’t hard, but also unlike his brother,
his body was perfection. I wiped my mouth, swearing I was drooling,
because ... oh man, his body was glistening wet, making me want to
lick it dry. I smiled, now knowing the secret to his full body
tan.

He scratched his balls, making
me giggle. I wondered what they felt like to touch as well as his
cock. My best friend said they tasted salty. Salty nuts. Or was
that the cock? I sniggered as my eyes continued to admire every
inch of him. Frano had a much nicer body than Jagger, who was way
too skinny. Plus, Jagger was just a boy, whereas Frano was
all
man. I wondered
what it would feel like if he made love to me, the thought alone
causing my pussy to throb. I resisted touching myself down there,
which he was making harder by the second. He was drying his
glorious body now, running the towel over what I wanted to kiss and
touch. After he was finished, he spread out his towel on the ground
then turned to look at the lake, giving me a view of his ass. One
of his hands moved around to wipe something off it, making me wish
it was my hand doing it for him—or maybe smacking it, like he had
done to mine.

He
sat down on the blanket, while ugly
Alberto continued swimming in the lake, probably because he had
another hard-on. I sniggered, wondering whether he had the same
problem as my math teacher.

I sat down
too, wishing I could be his
girlfriend instead of Jagger’s. I screwed up my face, guilt hitting
me once more, because, again, Jagger was a sweetheart. He wanted to
be with me, unlike Frano, who had told me to go away. Plus, Jagger
was nice to talk to and had the most stunning face, which I could
just stare at for hours. Still, he always looked so unhappy,
especially when he thought no one was looking. It made me want to
cheer him up.

I
pushed to my feet, knowing I needed
to see him instead of gawking at his cousin. It wasn’t as though I
could ever date a guy like Frano anyway. Sure, I had caught him
checking me out, but he also told me to go away, and I would never
do that to someone I was interested in. I frowned, wishing he would
see me as a woman and not a girl, like that lady with the ringlets
in her hair.
I’d seen her leave his house earlier when I’d gone up to
knock on the door. She had asked me who I was. I’d told her I was
Jagger’s girlfriend, and that patronizing bitch patted me on the
head as though I was a poodle, telling me she was Frano’s fiancée.
I hated her—although I’d give anything to be her. I wondered
whether she’d had sex with Frano. I’d kissed boys, even let one
suck on my breasts once, but I’d never had sex.

I sighed,
beyond jealous. I turned and
headed through the trees, my mind working out what excuse I could
use to explain why I wasn’t at my English lesson.

“
I was watching Frano D’Angelo
skinny dip,” I whispered.

I could imagine what Mom would
say to that! I’d get a strapping
. Though, I was definitely going to tell
my friends. They would be so jealous.

A twig broke, making me freeze.
I twisted my head in all directions to see where it had come from,
but I couldn’t see anything or anyone. Maybe it was just an animal.
Please let it be an animal,
and not some creepy-looking guy with a chainsaw
about to massacre me like in that film I saw the other
night.

Another twig broke,
the sound of
walking coming my way. I quickly bolted behind a tree, praying that
I hadn’t been caught. I peered out, my eyes widening as
Padre
Michael Donatelli
appeared. Oh crap, if the priest saw Frano naked, he would get into
so much trouble. I watched the gray-haired priest head towards the
lake, then stop a few paces from where I’d spied on Frano. He
looked out onto the lake, no doubt seeing Frano and possibly
Alberto. I hoped Frano had put his shorts back on. An instant
later, the thought vanished from my mind as the priest lifted his
black garb. My mouth fell open, hitting the ground as he pulled out
his dick. He started masturbating, his hand moving up and down the
shaft. I didn’t know how long he did it for, but he eventually
stopped after cum shot out of it. He dropped his robe, turning to
leave. A bird skittered across the ground to the side of me,
catching the
Padre’s
attention. I went perfectly still, almost not breathing as
his gaze moved to the bird.

He
frowned, then headed off. I waited
until he’d left before emerging from behind the tree. I walked over
to what he’d been looking at, wondering whether Frano and Alberto
had left and some women were there, but no, Frano was still there.
He was standing and looking out over the lake, his ass still naked.
I watched him for a few more minutes, willing him to turn around so
I could see his cock again, but he didn’t. Instead, the spoilsport
grabbed his shorts and pulled them on.

Sighing,
I turned and headed back
through the forest, again wondering why the
Padre
had done that. It was the grossest
thing I’d ever seen, way worse than watching Alberto earlier, and
definitely not something I wanted to tell anyone about, not even my
friends. They wouldn’t believe me anyway, because he was a priest
and they didn’t do that sort of thing.

A hand grabbed my mouth and yanked me to
the side, making me scream out, the shock and suddenness
unexpected. I was pushed up against a tree, the face before me
making my eyes widen.

The
Padre
glared down at me. “What were you doing in
the forest, Daughter of Eve?” he growled, removing his hand from my
mouth.

I stared up at him, absolutely terrified.
He looked like a gray bear ready to rip me to shreds.

“
Answer me,” he
hissed.

“
I
we-went for-for a walk.”

“
Lying is a
sin
, and so
is spying on people. You were watching me, you wicked little
demon.”

I shook my head. “No, no, I went for a
walk.”

“
Did you see the D’Angelo boys?”
His scowl deepened. “You were spying on
them
, weren’t you?”

I shook my head.

“
I can tell when a sinner is
lying, and you are. What would Gabriel say if he knew?”

“
Who’s
Gabriel?”

“
Your previous
boyfriend.”

“
I’ve never gone out with a
Gabriel; I’m Jagger D’Angelo’s girlfriend.”

He grimaced. “They are the same
person, Gabriel is his real name, and you are
not
his girlfriend, and if I catch you
near him again I will send my brother to deal with you.”

I froze, fear gripping me. I’d
heard rumors about Christo Donatelli. People said he enjoyed
torturing people for fun. I didn’t know whether it was true, but I
still didn’t want the man near me. He was even more terrifying than
the
Padre
with the way he looked at everyone. It was like he was
assessing whether they should live or die.

The Padre yanked me around.
“Leave,
you
whore of Satan.” He shoved me hard, almost making me fall
over.

Not needing to be
tol
d twice,
I took off, praying he didn’t tell my parents I’d been
here.

***

I ro
de into my driveway on my bike, my
home shadowing me. It was a two-storied, mottled gray house with a
flat roof and vines climbing the side, which stopped just below my
window on the second floor. I got off my bike and leaned it against
the wall, then headed for the front door, opening it. It was quiet
inside, making me wonder whether my mother was out back in the
garden. I hoped so.

I climbed the curving staircase and pushed
open my bedroom door, stopping at the sight of my mother sitting on
my bed. She pushed to her feet, the flat expression on her face
telling me I was in trouble. She looked like an older version of
me, except for her auburn hair, which was two shades lighter than
mine, and out of a bottle.