My Masters' Nightmare Season 1, Episode 12 "Confrontation" (3 page)

“That won’t do
merda
, so
take my fucking underwear off and dry me.”

“Don’t speak to me like that,” she
snapped. “I’m not one of your slaves who you can order around.”

“I’m the one tied up, so stop
giving me lip.”

“No,
you
stop giving
me
lip.”

“Only once you take my underwear off.”

“No.”

“
Cazzo!
You’re a prude.”

“I’m
not
a prude, what
you’re asking is inappropriate.”

“But, I’m freezing to death.”

“Don’t be overdramatic.”

“Well, go dump a bucketful of
freezing cold water on you, and see what you say after that.”

She breathed out. “Okay, I’m sorry,
I’ll do it, just close your eyes. It’s embarrassing.”

I closed my eyes. “Happy now?”

She grumbled, then took a hold of
my underwear. She hesitated, making me open my eyes.

“What are you waiting for?” I
asked.

“You opened your eyes.”

“Because you’re not doing anything.”

“You’re making me nervous.”

“Please, just take them off.”

“I can’t.”

“You said you would.”

“I’ve changed my mind.”

“
Merda!
It’s the first time
I’ve had to beg a woman to undress me and I don’t even want sex.”

She glared at me. “You’re not the
gentleman you led me to believe.”

“You bet I’m not.”

“Well, then you don’t deserve to be
treated like one.” She yanked my underwear down, freezing as my cock came into view.
Her eyes widened, no doubt my Prince Albert the cause. She continued to stare—
way
too long.

“Andriena,” I said, losing my patience,
“stop staring at my cock and dry me.”

She dropped her gaze. “I wasn’t
staring.”

“Then I don’t have a Prince
Albert,” I said, sarcastically.

She mumbled something, then pulled
my underwear over my feet, leaving me completely naked. “Lift your body off the
bed,” she said, “so I can put some towels underneath you.”

I braced my heels against the bed
and arched my body up. Andriena started laying the towels underneath me,
finishing several seconds later. I lowered my body, feeling better at the feel
of the dry towels. She picked up another one and started drying my legs,
stopping as she neared my cock.

“Dry it,” I said.

She placed the towel over it again.

“That’s not drying it.”

She looked up at me. “It’ll be fine
like this.”

“At least dry my cock ring. It’s
cold.”

“It
is
dry, and you’re doing
this to make me uncomfortable.”

“Uncomfortable? I’m the one fucking
tied up, not you.”

“Stop swearing!”

“Not until you dry my
cock
,”
I said, now wanting to annoy her.

“Alessandro! You need to learn some
manners if you want me to help you.”

“I’ll learn some manners once I’m
freed.”

“Then don’t talk to me.” Looking
angry, she grabbed the towel and started gingerly patting my cock and balls as
though they were fragile.

“Get underneath my cock.”

Her eyes flicked up. “I told you
not to talk to me.”

“I have to. You’re doing a lousy
job.”

“I am not.”

“Unless you have a cock and know
how to dry it properly, then you can’t say
merda
.”

Grunting at me, she lifted my cock
with the towel and dried it underneath, her grip and the soft material feeling
good. She stopped, a frown creasing her brow, then she let go of my cock fast,
her eyes widening.

“Don’t look so shocked it
hardened,” I said. “It doesn’t take much for that prick to rise.”

“Didn’t your mother teach you any
manners? Your mouth is dirtier than a sewer.”

“I’ve always had a filthy mouth.”

“Not with me, you were respectful.”

“Considering what’s happened, you
don’t deserve respect. I could’ve run, but instead I stayed with you, more
concerned about your safety than my own, yet I’m the one tied up. I swore that
I would
never
be put in a situation like this again after the first time
I was kidnapped, but here I am, weak and at your uncles’ mercy.”

“You’re not weak, you cracked the
bedpost; not many men could do that.”

“That means
merda
, I’m still
tied up.”

“Because you were outnumbered. Not
even the strongest man can deal with that.”

“Whatever you say, just cover me.”

She grabbed the sheet, freezing as
the door opened. Matteo stepped inside the room. His eyes zeroed in on my cock,
a smile quickly following.

“Get out of here!” Andriena yelled.

He remained rooted to the spot, his
smile widening by the second. “You certainly live up to my expectations, Alessandro,
if not more so.” He touched his crotch. “You’ve made me hard in a second.”

Andriena stormed over to him. “
Vai
via!
” she snapped, telling him to go away.

Looking amused, he shook his head.
“Out of all my aunties you’re the only one who can’t pull off mean. You look
like a domestic pussycat trying to imitate a lion.”

“I don’t care what you think. Get
out!”

“No. I came here for a reason: my sister.
You were unconscious before, so I couldn’t ask if she’s all right. Did Jagger
harm her in any way?”

“He spanked her.”

Matteo’s eyes glowed angrily. “I already
know about that. What else did he do?”

“Other than stripping her, nothing.
No, he was unnecessarily cruel. That
stronzo
said the most horrid things
to her. The poor girl was in tears when she told me. Apparently, she used to
have a crush on him.”

“I’m going to kill the bastard,”
Matteo snarled.

“You’ll have to get past Camila
first. My idiotic sister is infatuated with him. She won’t stop talking about how
great he is in bed, and right in front of Teodora. I almost slapped her for
it.”

Matteo shook his head. “You’re such
a pussy. I bet she didn’t even know you were pissed off with her.”

Andriena scowled at him. “Not true.
I told her she was being insensitive to Teodora.”

“Sometimes I wonder whether you’re
adopted.”

“Why? I look like my sisters.”

“You’re nothing like them. You’re
too nice. Anyway, back to Teodora. I want to get her out of the D’Angelo house.
You got any info I can use?”

“Camila mentioned a hidden
passageway out of there.”

“Good, I’ll make contact with
Camila and work a way to get Teodora released. By the way, I didn’t think you
had it in you, Auntie.”

She frowned. “What do you mean?”

“Taking advantage of gorgeous over
there,” he said, pointing at me. “Not that I can blame you, I don’t think I
could resist stripping him either.”

Her eyes widened. “It’s not what
you think. Christo soaked him with water. I had to dry him.”

Matteo moaned. “Oh God, you
should’ve gotten me to do that, I would’ve even paid for the privilege.”

“Matteo!”

“What?”

“Stop objectifying him.”

He screwed up his face. “Fuck,
you’re a prude, and don’t tell me you didn’t enjoy the view. Even a nun would
be tempted. Hell, I know the
Padre
would do him in a second.” His gaze
moved to me. “Hey, Alessandro, if you let me ride your cock, I’ll make sure that
sick priest doesn’t touch you.”

“
Vaffanculo!
” I yelled.

He blew me kiss. “I love you too,
big boy. By the way, the
Padre
’s still upset with you for breaking his
nose and
‘desecrating’
your body with tattoos; so be prepared for a flogging.”
Laughing, he left the room, closing the door behind him.

My eyes went to Andriena. “You have
to let me go.”

“Don’t worry about what he said, he
was joking.”

“No, he wasn’t.”

“I know Matteo better than you and
he’s a huge tease, so calm down.”

I glared at her, wishing I’d left
her in the car, because the woman was infuriatingly naive.

Averting her gaze, she grabbed the
sheet and flung it over my body, then pulled out her knife. She headed around
the bed, making me wonder whether she’d changed her mind about freeing me. But
instead, she sat down, laying the knife on her lap.

“If any of them try to touch you
inappropriately, I’ll stab them,” she said. “Now, go to sleep.”

I glanced at my feet, realizing she’d
forgotten to tie my ankles.

She frowned. “Why are you smiling?”

Because I’m going to seduce you
into freeing me.

2

ANDRIENA

Alessandro closed his eyes and
turned away from me, the sheet slipping down to his body.
Dio mio
, he
had the most gorgeous body I’d ever seen, his tattoos and piercings adding to
it. I’d never lusted after a man more than him. Even my ex, who I’d loved, didn’t
rouse me in the way that Alessandro did. He was beyond perfection. He had the
most amazing face: his chiseled features were made for the silver screen, while
his voice was like smooth chocolate, a tease to the senses. And his violet eyes
... they were amazing. It was a miracle I could even speak when he looked at
me. They reminded me of amethysts, my favorite gemstone, although they darkened
when he got angry.

He shifted onto his back, causing the
sheet to slip further down, revealing that magnificent stomach of his. He had
an eight-pack! Which I didn’t even know was possible until I’d seen his. He truly
was created by the hand of God.

Time started ticking away.
Alessandro’s breathing eventually evened out, hinting that he’d fallen asleep.
I ran my eyes up his body, stopping on his nipple rings. The silver hoops were
screaming at me to flick them with my tongue or to pull on them with my teeth.
The thought stunned me. Unlike Camila, who never stopped talking about sex, I
wasn’t a sexual person. Men never satisfied me, and most of the time I used any
excuse to get out of having sex. It was why my ex had broken up with me. He’d
called me a cold fish and to go fuck a woman, because I couldn’t be straight.
So I did ... unfortunately that was a disastrous affair, the one-night stand I
had with Camila’s best friend putting me off sex completely. I stuck my tongue
out, still remembering how gross the experience was. After that, I’d just
assumed I was asexual ... until I saw one of Alessandro’s porn videos at a
hen’s party.
Dio!
I could’ve orgasmed right then and there. After that,
I downloaded all his porn videos off the internet and never looked back.

And now he was within touching
distance. I flexed my hand, aching to run my palm over his abs as well as to
trace the faint happy trail that petered out before reaching his cock.

He moved again, looking like he was
stretching, which made the sheet slip further down his body, revealing his cock
and its silver ring. He was completely hairless down below, no pubic hair
whatsoever. One of the women at the hen’s party had cheered at the video,
saying he was made to be sucked.

I bit my bottom lip, aching to do
just that. I wanted to suck his big cock, to flick the ring in its head, and to
lap at his balls—

I exhaled loudly, my thoughts
annoying me. I knew what it felt like to be taken advantage of sexually, and I
wasn’t about to do that to Alessandro, someone who had been nothing but nice to
me.
S
ì
, he’d yelled
at me, but that was completely understandable. I would’ve done the same thing
in his position, so I couldn’t blame him for losing his temper. Also, I felt guilty
over not untying him—although I did it for his own good. He was outnumbered, so
there was no way he could escape, even if I helped him. Still, I had considered
looking for a gun, because the thought of those brutes touching my Alessandro
made me want to shoot them in the balls.

I focused on his face, realizing I
did think of him as mine, which was wrong, considering he hardly knew me. Plus,
he was way out of my league—and not to mention famous.
Dio
, I still
couldn’t believe I was with him. I wondered what he would say if he knew I was
a fangirl of his. He would probably look at me differently. It was hard enough
not to drool in front of him, let alone keep my voice straight, because every time
I looked at him all I wanted to do was to kiss those perfect lips ... and to wrap
my body around his.

He moaned, the grimace on his face
making me wonder whether he was in pain. Maybe the ropes were hurting him,
because the bastards had stretched his arms tight.

“Alessandro, are you all right?”