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

and that this
was all a sick dream, a nightmare that I was going to wake up
from.
    “Did he hurt you?” the man said softly. His
voice was husky, but not as strong as Alberto’s. He brushed back my
hair, making me flinch from his touch. “You’re a beautiful woman,
you shouldn’t be treated so harshly, but Alberto is a stupid brute,
nothing but an animale .” The man slipped his arms
under me.
    “ No!” I yelled out, trying
to jerk away.
    “ Sssh,” he said, gripping me tighter. “I’m
not going to hurt you; I just want to clean your scrapes so they
don’t get infected.”
    I went still, the man sounding
genuine. I’d heard many liars, had listened to the different
pitches in their voices, the slight nuances that betrayed them,
which this man didn’t have, his voice calm, gentle, friendly,
despite the sexual tones underlying his breathing.
    He carried me into another room, my
feet hitting the side of the door as we entered it. He laid me down
in what felt like a bathtub, the cold porcelain making my
heart-rate go up.
    “ I need to take your
clothes off to wash you,” he said.
    “ No!”
    “ You need to be
cleaned.”
    “ Then I’ll do
it.”
    “ I can’t untie
you.”
    “ Please, I won’t try to
escape.”
    “ T here’s no need to be scared, all I’ll be
doing is washing you, nothing else.”
    “ No, please, just let me do it,”
I said, trying to keep my panic under control. No matter how much I
believed him, I still didn’t want him touching me, didn’t want any
of these people near me.
    “ If you won’t cooperate,” he
said, “I will have to call back Alberto. Do you want that brute
touching you again?”
    “ No!”
    “ Then it’s me.” What
sounded like a switchblade opened, making me flinch. “Sssh, don’t
be frightened,” he said. “I have to cut off your dress because of
the ropes. Shame. It’s pretty. Now, stay still so I don’t hurt you
by mistake.”
    I froze as the cold blade ran up my leg,
the man not as nice as he was pretending to be. He may be speaking
the truth, but he was still a mobster, which made me wonder who he
was and how he could get Alberto to back down. It couldn’t be
Frano, since he was in New York, introducing himself as the new
D’Angelo don to fellow crime families. Then who was it?
    I lost my train of thought as my dress
ripped, the material being cut away along with my bra, only air now
touching my bare flesh. I imagined the man staring at my naked
body, his heavy breathing making me more and more nervous. I wanted
to cover my breasts, but instead they stood out, my tied arms stuck
underneath me, arching my back uncomfortably.
    He said a word in Italian that I was
unfamiliar with, but from the tone of his voice I knew it was a
compliment, then something rattled, followed by a burst of water
hitting me between my thighs. I cried out, the cold shocking my
senses.
    “ Mi dispiaci, ” he said, “I mean, I’m
sorry , I
should have set the temperature.”
    The water heated, warming me a
fraction, the room colder than an icebox. A bar of soap ran over my
nipples, making me gasp.
    “ Don’t worry,” he said,
“just cleaning, nothing else.” He continued what he was doing,
spending too much time on my breasts, then his hand moved lower,
slipping between my thighs.
    “ No!” I yelled. “Stop
it!”
    “ Shhh,
è
tutto
buono ,” he said, saying it was all
good.
    His thumb started rubbing my clitoris,
the intensity almost unbearable, the feeling too good, too bad, too
much! I wriggled about, trying to escape what he was doing. He
dropped the water nozzle on my thigh, then placed an arm across my
collarbone, holding me down as he continued to play with my
clitoris.
    “ Le-let me go,” I panted, unable
to handle it anymore. His touch was sending unwanted pleasure
through me, mixed with fear and anger.
    “ Not until you come for
me.”
    “ No! Stop! Please sto—” I
cried out as his fingers squeezed my nipple.
    “ So lovely,” he