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

“
It’ll be
less painful if I don’t, and why do you have to be hard
anyway?”

“
To come a
man
must be hard, obviously.”

“Then get to
work.”

“Uncover your breasts, my
cock is sore, I’ll need all the help I can get.”

She dropped her arms. Fastening
my eyes on her tits, I grabbed my cock and started masturbating,
the feel far from arousing.

“
You
alright?” she asked.

“No, it hurts, and it’s
dry. Moisten it with your mouth.”

“As if!”

I rolled my eyes. “So, you
will suck that fat cunt outside but not me?”

“It’s for a
purpose.”

“
As is this.
And if you suck me it won’t hurt, because I won’t be rubbing
myself.”

“I’m still not doing
it.”

“Am I the only person you
won’t suck?”

“What do you mean by
that?”

“
You sucked
Frano, and you’ll suck the guard, but not me, when I’m the only one
in pain. And what’s one more cock?”

“
I don’t want
to suck anyone.”

“
Don’t lie,
you enjoyed s
ucking Frano, I saw your face on the video clearly, you
can’t fake that lust, it was real.”

Her jaw tightened. She went to
stand, but yelped, my grip on her hair unrelenting. Her hands went
to mine, trying to pry my fingers open. “Let go.”

“
Not until
you get me hard, and don’t think about hurting me, I’m not doing
this to be a
bastardo
, I’m helping
you
escape.”

“I’m still not sucking
you!”

“You don’t need to do it
for long, just until I’m hard, then I’ll call in the
guard.”

“
You
are
manipulating me,”
she growled.

I exhaled. “No
I’m not, and if you
object to sucking me, make me hard some other way without hurting
me even more than I already am.”

“Okay. Let go of my hair
and I’ll do it.”

I did what she asked, curious
how she was going to make me hard without touching or sucking
me.

She pushed up and walked over
to the bed, sitting on the edge. She parted her legs, showing me
her pussy. I swallowed, watching as she ran her fingers over it,
the sight so beautiful. She then climbed onto the bed and lay down
on her front, making me wonder what she was up to. A second later I
found out as she slipped a hand underneath pussy. She started
writhing on the bed, masturbating, her eyes fastened firmly on
me.

My mouth fell opened, wishing
it was my hand she was using, and my fingers entering her. I
watched as she started breathing heavy, her face flushed, her...
God, I had sex with so many women, but had never seen one
masturbate in front of me, it made me want to come... She jumped
off the bed, causing me to yell out. “Why did you
stop?!”

She grinned, her eyes going to
my cock. “You’re hard. Job accomplished.”

I looked down at the
fucking traitor, cursing it.

She laughed. “It’s
what you
wanted.”

“
I
wanted
your mouth on my cock or to see you come.”

“
It takes
ages for me to come properly like that, and it’s never
satisfying.”

“You could use my hand, I
always make it satisfying.”

Her smile widened. “I’m sure
you do, but I’m not interested.” She held her hair up for me. “Now,
let’s get things rolling.”

I grabbed her hair, taking at
least some satisfaction that her face was in front of my hard cock.
“Spit on my
cazzo
,” I said, not understanding how I could go from hating sex
to wanting it within seconds—regardless of who was offering it, the
past few days fucking me over in more ways than one.

She frowned.
“Why?”

“
If it’s been
in your mouth then it’ll need to have saliva on
it.”

Without a word, she spat on my
cock.

“Rub it on,” I said,
already knowing her answer.

“No! You do
it.”

“
It was worth
a try.”
I grabbed it, smoothing it all over, making her drop her
gaze to the floor. Once I was done, I loudly called out,
“ENZO!!”

“
Enzo’s not
here,” a voice barked back.

“
Filippo?” I asked, praying it wasn’t, because it would be
me sucking cock if it was.

“No, his
brother.”

“
Gino,”
I breathed out, greatly relieved, the man a sex
fiend, but only with females. “I need your help.”

“
And I need
you to shut up.”

“
What I have
to say is worth your time.”

“
I’m not
falling for your tricks
, Jagger.”

“
I only want
to barter with you.”

“What over?”

“
A beautiful
woman sucking out your cum in exchange for getting a message
through to my
famiglia
.”

“
Okay.
Step away from the door if you don’t want to get hurt.”

“
I’m in the
middle of the room.”

The door cracked open,
th
en slammed
into the wall. Gino stepped inside, palming his gun. His eyes moved
to me then to Rita, settling on her tits. He leered at her, the man
a slimy creep, his greased-back hair and oily skin adding to his
vulgar personality. He was the type of guy who thought he was God’s
gift to women, but without a single attribute to prove it. He
closed the door and sauntered over to us. “I’d get my balls cut off
if I pass on any messages,” he said, his gaze finally moving back
to me.

“Enzo would’ve done
it.”

“I’m not Enzo.”

“
You can at
least ask if Frano is well.”

“Ask Alberto yourself.” He
grinned. “You see him enough times.”

I gritted my teeth. “He won’t
tell me.”

“
Because
you’re just a fuck-toy who doesn’t need to know
merda
.”

Without thinking,
I tugged on Rita’s
hair, her yelp making me feel guilty. I loosened my grip, trying to
calm myself down. “Then you won’t get your
cazzo
sucked,”
you piece of shit.

“
Oh, I
will.”
He placed his gun to Rita’s head. “So, go sit down on the
bed, Jagger, and if you even think about causing trouble this
cocksucker will get a head full of lead.”

I let go of her hair, handing
it over to Gino as though
it was a rein. He wrapped it around his hand and
wrist, the idiot now only having one hand free. He indicated with
his gun for me to move away. I sat down on the bed, trying to hide
my grimace at his next words.

“
Pull my cock
out,” he said to Rita.
“And if you bite it you’re dead.”

She
raised her hand, hesitated, then
unzipped Gino’s pants, pulling out his thin prick. She stared at it
as if she wanted it to disappear or shrivel up—as I did, because
all I wanted to do was to yank her away from the greasy
bastardo
.

Gino tapped her head with
his gun. “Hurry up, and remember what I said about
biting.”

She took his cock into her
mouth, making me grip onto the bed, my anger growing. Her gaze
shifted to me, her eyes so sad. Feeling guilty, I focused on the
floor, unable to stomach watching. I glanced up a few seconds
later. She was still staring me, her cheeks now rosy, making me
wonder whether she was imagining blowing me instead of the guard, a
pretty picture to get her through.

Gino moan
ed, his gun lowering, Rita
obviously good at what she was doing, because Frano had also
reacted in the same way.

“
Gino,” I
said.

The imbecile turned to look at
me, his gun dropping to his side, the man losing concentration—and
soon his life.

“Now,” I said.

“
Now wha—” He
screamed as Rita grabbed his wrist, the woman without a doubt
breaking it.

The gun slipped from his hand.
Rita grabbed it off the floor and pointed it at his cock. “Let go
of my hair,” she snarled, her eyes practically glowing with
violence.

“
You bitch!”
Gino yelled, yanking on her hair
violently, causing her to holler in
pain.

He went for
the gun, but not quick enough.
Rita slammed it down on his crotch, causing him to holler louder
than she had. He let go of her hair, looking as if he didn’t know
whether to grab his broken wrist or his balls. He opened his mouth,
probably to scream for help, but his voice got swallowed up as I
leapt off the bed and slammed a fist into his face, knocking him to
the floor. I dropped onto him and grabbed his head, snapping his
neck like Sasha had taught me, something I wished I could’ve done
to Alberto—if he wasn’t a massive brute who could crush
me.

Rita let out a gasp.
“You didn’t have to
do that!”

I looked up at her. “He
was the man who killed Julie.”

“Who’s Julie?”

“
One of
Mario’s slaves. He deserved to die for that alone.” I pushed up to
my feet. “Though, I will tell them you killed him.” I nodded behind
her. “Unless of course they have cameras in here, then I will take
the punishment.”

“
You don’t
have to if you c
ome with me.”

“
D
on’t waste your breath; you only have minutes, so get out
of here.”

She hesitated for a second,
then ran for the door, disappearing through it. She let out a
startled yell, making me follow her out. Matteo was standing a few
feet away from her, looking amused, then his gaze shot to me, the
smile instantly morphing into anger. He indicated with his gun.
“Get your asses back in there.”

Rita
held her hands up and walked
backwards into the room with me.

“Stand by the window,”
Matteo said to Rita, his eyes flicking to the dead
guard.

She headed for it, while I went
to follow.

He pointed
the gun at me. “Not you,
Jagger, you’re going to kneel in front of me.”

I shook my head, knowing
what he wanted. “You’re not my master.”

“
Do as you’re
told or I’ll shoot you.”

I clenched my hands, and
dropped down front of him. Before my knees barely touched the
floor, Matteo struck the side of my temple with his gun, knocking
me down. Pain burst through my head. Rita yelled out, followed by
Matteo yelling at her to back off. He grabbed my hair and yanked me
up, the pain making it hard to focus.

“
Look at
me,
”
he spat.

I opened my eyes and looked up
at him, his perfect face not so perfect any more, his anger warping
it.

He sneered at me. “I can make
Alberto not want you anymore.”

“I hope you
succeed.”

A nasty smile spread across his
face. “So, you want your face carved up then?”

I stiffened.

“
I didn’t
think so, but it will solve all your problems. No one will want you
anymore. No more rape, no more pain once you’ve healed, I’d be
doing you a favor.”

“
The
Padre
will kill me if you
make me ugly, then he will kill you for doing it.”

His grip tightened on my hair,
making me wince. “My father wouldn’t allow that.”
He lifted his gun
again, pointing it at Rita. “Back off, bitch!”

She took another step
closer, asking in Italian how much she was worth to his
family.

He stared at her blankly.
“Speak English, my Italian is shit.”

“
Yet I
speak
like a native,” she said, “as though I was born here. And
do you know why?”

“
You learned
it from your foster parents. They must’ve been from
here.”

“
No, I lied
to you, I didn’t have Italian foster parents, I had Italian
parents
, and I was born here; I’m Sophia Salvi’s sister.” She
raised her eyebrows. “You didn’t think you were the only one with
secrets, now did you?”

“
You’re
lying,” Matteo said, “and it’s pointless because it’ll make no
difference.”