My Masters' Nightmare Season 1, Episode 1 Read Online Free Page A

very
unhappy. He swore in Italian, then grabbed me. I screamed at him,
trying to wriggle out of his grasp, though it was useless, my tied
hands and legs leaving me completely vulnerable. He slammed me onto
the van’s floor, making me cry out, my head and shoulders taking
most of the impact. My eyes blurred for a moment, then the man’s
face was right in front of mine.
    “ If you scream again, I will fuck you
regardless of my orders.”
    His threat made me close my mouth. I knew
I would be forced to have sex, that was a given, an understanding
that went with the job, but it didn’t make me feel any less
scared.
    Alberto hoisted me over his shoulder,
my eyes going everywhere. I was right, we had gone to a house by
the sea, but the view stunned me, because there was no way I was
still in New York, nor its surrounding states: the palm trees, the
bright flowers, the stunning blue sky and water, and the heat...
This wasn’t even America.
    “ Where am I?”
    “ Shut your mouth, puttana ,” he growled, “or I’ll put it to work.”
    I knew what puttana meant. Whore. My new job description.
    He carried me up the steps of a large
white Mediterranean-styled house, making me think of Italy. But
they couldn’t have gotten me there... How long had I been
unconscious?
    I winced as my head clipped the side of
the door as I was carried through. Alberto turned left and
descended a flight of stairs, making me grunt as my body bumped
against his shoulder. I craned my head to see where we were going.
A large swarthy-looking man held open a door, which lead onto a
dark room, a queen size bed the only piece of furniture.
    Alberto dumped me on the bed, then grabbed
my hair and yanked my head back. “If you don’t want to be punished
for taking your blindfold off, leave it on.” He pulled the material
back up and over my eyes, then jammed a hand between my thighs. I
screamed, trying to move away from him. He yanked my panties down,
then pushed up my dress, leaving me exposed below.
    “ Ti voglio scopare
duramente ,” he growled – he wanted to fuck me hard!
    I screamed again, no longer caring about the job, just that
the brute didn’t touch me. He clamped a hand over my mouth, pushing
my head down hard—too hard, almost suffocating. I heard a zipper,
my mind now going ballistic as I tried to fight him, but my arms
were trapped behind my back, still tied like my legs, the rope not
allowing any movement.
    He rolled me onto my front, then climbed on top of me, his
huge body crushing mine, his cock pushing between my thighs, trying
to bury itself inside of me.
    “Get off her. Now!”
    Alberto froze, then a second later he was off me, the release
almost making me cry out in relief. I turned my head in the
direction of the voice, wanting to know who had saved me, but
Alberto had tied the blindfold too securely, leaving me completely
blind.
    “Why can’t I fuck her?” Alberto asked.
    “You know why, and what would your wife say?” the unknown man
said, his accent also Italian.
    “She’s too busy trying to fuck Jagger to care.”
    “If you paid her attention instead of the slaves, then maybe
she wouldn’t stray.”
    “She would still stray because of
that puttano! ”
    “Don’t call him that.”
    “He is! All he does is steal other men’s women.”
    “That’s his job.”
    “Not when it’s my woman!”
    “This is like a circle, it always comes back to the same
thing. You either ignore it or you deal to Bianca, but you are not
to touch Jagger. He is blood, your wife is not. If she can’t keep
her legs closed, then you can hardly blame Jagger. Sort her out or
I will, because I cannot have blood fighting over
pussy.”
    Alberto swore in Italian, then his heavy footsteps thudded
out of the room, the door slamming a second later. Lighter
footsteps approached the bed, the mattress going down from the new
man’s weight, his cologne the same as my husband’s, making me wish
it was Matt who had saved me, that he wasn’t dead,