My Masters' Nightmare Season 1, Episode 3 (4 page)

Lucky
sneered. “Not a very good pleasure
slave. She can’t even get you hard.” He moved away from Rita and
kicked the redhead in the side to get her off me. I hissed as her
teeth scraped my cock, my hands instantly going to it.

Lucky
turned to Rita. “You. Suck his
cock.”

She shook her head.

“
Now!” Lucky yelled, raising his
gun.

She knelt in front of me, keeping her gaze
down, avoiding a view of my cock.

“
Take him in your mouth and make
him come
,”
Lucky said, “or I will kill both you and the
fori
next to you.”

With a shaky hand, she
reached out and
took a hold of me. I hissed again, both wanting and not wanting
this. She moved her head forward and took my cock into her mouth,
making me forget all about the pain she’d caused earlier. I didn’t
want to groan in front of these men, but I couldn’t help it, the
woman’s mouth so damned exquisite. My cock began to grow, getting
harder by the second. I let out another groan as she twisted it,
her mouth going one way while her hand moved the other. I kicked my
head back, the feeling beyond good, my groans now filling the
room.

“
She’s a good cocksucker,”
Lucky’s brother said, making me look over at him. Nino was staring
down at Rita with lust. I placed a hand on her head and gave him a
glare. Nino laughed. “Brother, looks like he favors this
one.”

I swore in my head, realizing what I’d
done, my possessive streak now leaving Rita in even more danger. I
knew in that instant they would use her against me, and if I had a
brain I would allow it to happen without reacting.

All thought fled my mind
as her tongue
flicked my slit, spearing me, my cock threatening to explode from
that one movement. I grabbed her hair and shoved myself down her
throat, no longer caring that I was being watched. She pushed at my
hips, making me pull back a bit, then grabbed my ass and started
deep-throating my
cazzo
, using her hands to control my thrusts. She slowed down a
bit, her tongue now working overtime as it licked up my shaft,
flicked under its head, speared my slit again then sucked out my
pre-cum.

She
started massaging my rear, her hands
feeling me up, her fingers kneading my muscles. It turned me on
even more, especially knowing she was doing it because she wanted
to. Because she didn’t need to touch me there or run her finger
down my crack nor...

I shouted out, shocked as she jammed a
finger up my ass, hitting something inside of me, fuck knew what,
but with that and her mouth clamped around my cock, I exploded
inside her, the humiliation and shock I was feeling unable to stop
it. The men started laughing, firing up my anger. Even though I was
coming, I yanked her finger out of me and her mouth off my cock,
then shot the rest of my load over her face. Rita yelled out in
response. She tried to pull away, but I clamped onto her hair,
wanting to paint her face with my cum, to humiliate her as she’d
done to me. Once finished, I let go of her hair and kicked the
bitch away, taking some satisfaction in seeing my cum dripping off
her face.

I turned towards Nino, wanting
to punch the
bastardo
for laughing the loudest.

He raised his gun, his laughs turning into
sniggers. “Maybe you might like my uncle after all, Frano, because
he’d love to stick something up your ass too.”

“
I’m not gay!”

“
But
you do like a finger up the ass,” he
said, continuing to snigger.

“
I was already coming; she just
did that to humiliate me!” I turned my glare on Rita, who was
glaring back as she wiped my cum off her face.

Nino’s gaze moved to her, then back to me,
his sniggering increasing. “Looks like she doesn’t like you, Frano,
but maybe she’ll like my dick more,” he said, unzipping himself.
“And unlike you, I don’t mind people watching.”

I took a step closer to
him
.

“
I wouldn’t do that, Frano, a
bullet is faster than a fist,” he said, raising his gun. “And I’m
just teasing, because the redhead brought me to completion, so I’m
not up for anymore right now.” He indicated with his gun for Rita
to stand. “Up,
fori.
”

Still g
laring at me, she pushed to her
feet.

Nino laughed again.
“
Lucky,” he
said to his brother, “We should leave these two alone and see who
kills each other first.” He tapped the redhead’s shoulder with his
gun. “Up, Red,” he said. “I want to taunt Mario with
you.”

She scrambled to her feet, leaving the
room with the two laughing brothers. As soon as the door closed, I
rushed Rita and pushed her onto the bed, then climbed on top of her
as she threw a punch. I jerked my head to the side and grabbed her
wrist, but her other hand shot out at me, punching me in the face,
the woman hitting harder than a man. I fell off the bed and landed
on my back with a grunt. She jumped off the bed and threw herself
onto me. I struck out at her, shoving her off me, then latched my
legs and arms around her, locking her into a wrestling move so she
couldn’t hit me. I turned her onto her front, using my full weight
to hold her down.

“
Get off me!” she yelled, trying
to hit my face with the back of her head.

I placed a hand on her head and
pushed her face to the floor, making her kiss it. “You, bitch! No
one does that shit to me and gets away with it!” I moved my other
hand down her body, seeking her
fori
. She started screaming and trying to shake me
off. I found the hole I was after and jammed a finger up there,
Rita screaming louder in response.

“
See how you fucking like
that,
puttana
!”

“
I knew you’d come, I knew you’d
come,” she panted out. “That’s why I did it, I didn’t want to die.
I didn’t do it to humiliate you.”

“
Bullshit!”

“
It’s true. P
lease, please take it
out.”

“
Maybe I should replace it
with my fucking cock!”

“
No, please, no, I’m
sorry, I didn’t mean for you to get upset.”

“
You’re lying!” I kicked her
legs apart, my cock growing in response, the woman, knowing how to
make it come alive in an instant.

“
No, I’m not, please, I’m
not.”

I pushed another finger up
there, making her scream
again, the sound so fucking beautiful. Maybe I was
more like Alberto than I wanted to be, but instead of Jagger, Rita
made me crazy. The thought repulsed me. I pulled my fingers out and
pushed off her, then headed for the bathroom. I slammed the door
shut, not wanting to be near the bitch, because she made me do shit
I didn’t want to, made me lose control.

I turned on the bath taps then punched out
at empty air, cursing God for making her look like Sophia. I’d lied
to Jagger, I didn’t find Sophia boring, never had, but she had been
too young for me, a sweet sixteen, which was why I’d tried to
ignore her, but when she’d come to me in tears I folded like a weak
bastard and bedded her, the girl a true beauty—like
Rita.

I turned off the
tap
s and
climbed into the warm water, washing Rita’s mouth and hands off me.
Ignoring the sting from her scratch marks, I closed my eyes and
slid under the water, wishing I could forget about both Sophia and
Rita. Maybe I should hand Rita over to the Donatelli without a
fight, because she was affecting me too much.

I pushed my head out of the water and
looked over at the closed door, knowing I had to do it. She was a
distraction I couldn’t afford, because there was only one thing I
needed to concentrate on right now, and that was getting my
household back—whether it killed me or not.

2

Rita

I
glared at the closed bathroom door, anger raging through
me. The bastard thought he could do anything and not think it would
bite him on his arrogant ass. Yes, I had stuck my finger up there
to humiliate him, took great pleasure in the men laughing at him,
but I’d also wanted to get him off quick, which I knew how to do
since my husband had a penchant for anal play. But obviously the
uptight rapist didn’t. I looked around the room, wondering if there
was anything I could hit him with, something that would knock him
out cold, so I could tie him up and stretch his naked body across
the bed, humiliating him even more—like he’d done to me.

I walked softly over to the bathroom door
and turned the handle as quietly as possible, the thing opening
soundlessly. I peeked through the crack, making sure Frano wasn’t
right in front of me, then opened it a bit more. I poked my head
inside, searching for him. He was soaking in the bathtub, resting
his head and arms on the porcelain while he stared up at the
ceiling, his hand dripping water onto the tiled floor. My eyes
settled on his stunning face, the threat about the priest coming to
mind, the thought of that lecherous man touching Frano making me
feel ill. But it shouldn’t, because the bastard deserved to have
his cock and nuts roped up and tugged on. In fact, I’d pay to see
it, and would pay extra for a front row seat.

My
eyes moved down him, then back up it
to his face again, the memory of him bringing me to orgasm in the
same tub returning. Anger flared through me. Gritting my teeth, I
scanned the rest of the bathroom, looking for something I could use
against him, but there was nothing, unless I could rip the basin
out of the floor and smash it over his head. I wish. But it didn’t
matter, because I didn’t need anything other my hands and feet to
do the job.

I
closed the door soundlessly and
flattened my back against the wall. Excitement started brewing in
my chest at all the things I could do to him, paying him back for
everything he had done to me, returning pain for pain.

The
sound of water going down the drain
came from the bathroom. I moved to the other side of the door and
bobbed down, knowing it would be a safer option to sweep his legs
out from under him, because his reflexes were fast, the man
obviously having had some sort of combat training with the way he’d
put that body lock on me.

Italian curse
words sounded on
the other side of the wall, Frano not amused that there weren’t any
towels, then he opened the door, his smooth voice following.
“Rita?” He went silent for a moment, then started muttering that
bitches couldn’t be trusted. I wanted to jump up and smash the door
in his face, but instead I stayed still, again knowing that the
sweep would be the safest option.

He swore louder, the flurry of words that
followed telling me he thought I’d been taken by the Donatelli. He
stepped away from the door and closed it, yelling out as I swept
his legs out from under him. He went down hard, his back hitting
the floor, his stunned expression and the gasp leaving his mouth
telling me he was winded, which gave me a few seconds to subdue
him. I pounced on him, the man lifting his head just as my fist
struck his face. His head snapped back, hitting the concrete
flooring. It bounced, then lolled to the side, his eyes
closing.

“
Shit,” I
said, praying I hadn’t
delivered a kingpin hit, the blood coming from the back of his head
way too much. I checked his pulse, relieved to find a heartbeat,
then turned his head to check where the blood was coming from. I
breathed out, the superficial wound a messy one, but nothing to be
concerned about. He was just unconscious.

Not knowing how much time
I
had before
he regained consciousness, I grabbed him under his armpits and
heaved up, the man barely moving. “You heavy lump,” I muttered,
then dug in and yanked on him harder. His body moved a few feet,
but it strained every damn muscle in my body.

Swiveling him around, I
dragged him over to
the bed and leaned him against it. He tilted sideways. I went to
stop him from falling, but instead moved my hands away, watching as
the side of his head hit the floor, knowing he was going to have a
damn sore head when he woke up.

I put my arms under him again and pulled
him into a bear hug, then heaved him up, his wet body making it
harder. I hugged him tighter, my abused breasts pushing into his
chest, sending a thrill through me. Bastard. I gritted my teeth
then jerked his upper body onto the bed. My hands moved down to his
ass so I could get it up there too. I stopped for a moment,
lingering on his cheeks, the firm muscle making me...

“
Fuck you, Frano,” I
said, angry I’d
copped a feel.

I
grabbed his ankles and swung his legs
onto the bed, then quickly tied his hands to the headboard. I
parted his legs and did the same to his ankles, smiling at a job
well done. He was tied up exactly like I’d been, his body strung
out and open to anything I wanted to do to him.

I
climbed between his legs, and looked
down at his cock, amused he was completely at my mercy now, there
for my revenge or entertainment. I gave his cock a squeeze, then
looked up at his face, the man not responding at all. I let go and
placed my hands on either side of his head, looking down at his
face. His black hair was wet, leaving a halo of water around his
head, while his body was making the mattress damp. I took a hold of
his chin, turning his head from side to side, wondering how he was
related to Jagger, because unconscious he looked a bit more like
him. His full lips were discolored by the blood from his bleeding
nose, which, although looking red from being punched, didn’t appear
to be broken. I considered rectifying that, but shook the idea out
of my head, because it would ruin my delicious menu of
revenge.