My Masters' Nightmare Season 1, Episode 3 (5 page)

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
loose
ned 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 had 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 y
ou 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.”

“
You sucked your finger,
what do you expect me to do. Just let me go.”

“
Not going to happen.” I
let go of his cock
and ran a finger down his balls and along his crack, stopping on
his hole.

He yanked on the ties again. “Don’t you
dare.” As soon as the last word came out, he swore. “Just don’t,
just don’t!”

I smiled, then shoved my finger
inside of him. He yelled out, his hole... oops, his
whole
body going stiff
for a moment, then he started struggling against the ties like a
crazy man, spewing a vitriol of Italian obscenities at me. I placed
a second finger at his entry and shoved it in, watching as his face
contorted, his lower body thrashing about, trying to expel me. I’d
been grossed out when I’d first done it for Matt, but after a while
I’d learned to like it, the reaction from Matt a turn-on, but
Frano’s reaction was beyond a turn-on, it made me want to
come.

“
Does that hurt?” I
breathed
out.

“
You dirty bitch, take
them
out!”

“
Like this?” I said
removing my two
fingers, then shoving them back in—repeating the action over and
over again.

“
Stop it, just stop it,” he
panted, looking so damn good, the man making me wish I had a cock,
so I could shove it inside of him instead of my fingers, filling
him like he’d filled me.

“
STOP IT!”

Ignoring his demand, I
shoved
my
fingers back inside, now seeking his prostate. He gasped as I
brushed it. I pulled my fingers out then repeated what I’d done,
but this time hitting his prostate full on. Frano yelled out, his
cock exploding a second later. A load of cum shot out, hitting him
in the chest. He started panting and groaning like the bitch I was
making him, more cum hitting him in the face. It ran down his
cheek, making me want to lick it off him.

“
Gay boy
liked that,” I said, trying to
keep my voice steady, because he was torturing my pussy looking
like that.

He blinked at me, his expression stunned,
no come-back over the cum on his face.

I placed
a third finger at his
hole.

“
No,” he croaked out.

“
You didn’t listen to me
when I begged.”

“
I’m not begging, I’m
telling you.”

“
Really?” I shoved the third
finger in, Frano biting back a yell. “Still no scream? Maybe I need
to shove my whole hand up there.”

He started shaking his head wildly, but
instead of begging words, he continued to demand I stop, as if he
still thought he had control over me.

“
You are a proud man,
Frano, but what
happens when you’re made into a real slave and can no longer demand
anything from anyone? After what I saw them do to Jagger, I think
that will happen, and,
bello
,” I said, accentuating the Italian word for
handsome, “that sick priest will love your beautiful body. Do you
know what he was doing to Jagger?” My stomach twisted at the
thought, my arousal disappearing in an instant. “He had your
cousin’s cock and balls roped up, and was tugging on them. Will you
scream when the priest does that to you?”

He stared back at
me
, his
expression horrified, then he turned his head to the side. “I
should’ve believed him,” he said.

I pulled my fingers out of his body, his
anguished expression hitting me. He was thinking about Jagger while
I abused him, more concerned about his cousin than himself. My
expression hardened, remembering what he’d sent Matt to. “You only
give a shit about your own, but everyone else can go to hell for
all you care. Well, fuck you, Frano, karma has finally bitten you
on your ass. Now it’s your time to hurt—like you made Matt and all
those women suffer.”

He turned his head to look at
me. “You will suffer more than me, because I won’t live long if
th
e
Donatelli choose to make me into an example.”

“
You don’t deserve to live at
all.”
I
placed a hand over his mouth and nose, knowing I could kill him
now, but also knowing it would lead to my own death. He kept still,
his eyes watching me, the hazel coloring far too familiar. I’d seen
his picture many times, but looking into his eyes now, there was a
different kind of familiarity. I knew in that instant that I’d seen
him in person a long time ago, just the where or when remaining
hidden from me.

I removed my hand and wiped it on the
mattress, getting rid of his cum, then pushed off the bed and
headed for the bathroom. I shut the door behind me and turned on
the tap to wash my hands, my mind wondering where I’d seen him
before. And it wasn’t just that, it was his expression, which was
so familiar. He thought he was going to die. I remembered that look
in someone else’s eyes. Or was it his, just younger? I didn’t know,
because I couldn’t remember.

I placed my hands on the
basin
and
leaned over, wondering what the hell was wrong with me. Was it
because I’d almost been drowned? My mind went to the priest holding
me under the bath water as I struggled to get free. Jagger had
begged for my life, begged for the priest to stop and for Alberto
to help me. I remembered someone else begging, but it hadn’t been
Jagger—and it wasn’t recent. I closed my eyes, a male voice coming
to mind, begging to save me, saying he would do anything, but I
couldn’t place who it was, just that he was Italian and not Jagger,
and I wasn’t being held down in a bath, but a lake. I opened my
eyes, not understanding, because the only lakes I’d seen were with
Matt on our camping trip. I frowned, trying to remember the lake in
my mind. It had a forest next to it and the air smelt heavily of
lavender, the smell so strong I had wanted to throw up.