My Masters' Nightmare Season 1, Episode 2 Discovered Read Free Page A

secured the straps behind my head.
    “ Can’t have you disturb the
household,” he said, smiling. He climbed back onto me. “I would’ve
gone slow for you, would have made you groan in ecstasy, but you
need to know I am not here for you. You are here for me . So, I will take my pleasure while you
learn that it’s not worth fighting me—because I always get what I
want, and right now I want to be inside of you.”
    His cock prodded me below. I shook my
head, pleading with my eyes, although I knew it was wasted with the
way he was smiling sadistically at me. I screamed into the ball as
he shoved his cock inside of me, burying himself to the hilt. He
started moving, pistoning in and out of me, taking me hard, the
look on his face telling me he was purposely hurting me, the man by
no means small. I closed my eyes and bit into the rubber ball,
panting out the pain at each thrust.
    He grabbed my face and pulled
back my eyelids. “Look at me,” he said. “Or I will twist the
clamp s
again.”
    I opened my eyes, wishing
anyone but Frano was on top of me, even Alberto being the lesser of
two evils. Frano started moving again, his eyes telling me I had no
choice, that he owned me, and that he would take me over and over
again. I started crying, everything too much. It was bad enough
being raped, but to be raped by my husband’s murderer killed
me, no ,
I wished Frano had killed me, because anything was better than the pain and
guilt that was hammering away at me. Even though I was being
forced, it still felt like I was betraying Matt, my beautiful Matt,
who I needed now more than ever, but that would never happen
because of the evil monster inside of me.
    Something banged outside of
the room. My
mind went to Federico, who’d left me here to be raped. Right now I
hated him too, and I even hated my boss for allowing me to walk
into a job that he knew would destroy me.
    Frano stilled to wipe the tears from my
face, then he swore and withdrew from me. “I don’t need to force
myself for sex,” he muttered, getting off the bed. He pulled off
his condom and threw it. It landed on my breasts. “You should be
grateful!” he yelled. “Not spit at me, nor cry when I fuck
you.”
    He took off into the bathroom,
slamming the door behind him. A phone went off, the twirl ring
filling the room, making Frano reappear. He stormed past the bed
and grabbed the phone off the desk, barking, “What?!” He snapped
his mouth shut, his whole body tensing, then he growled low. “Put
him through.” After a pause, he spoke again. “You are to return
those women to me immediately!” His jaw clenched. “Don’t give me
false pleasantries, don, I don’t appreciate it. That has nothing to
do with me! No! I have told you enough times that I will not hand Jagger over,
and I do not wish to say it for eternity, because you are not getting him. If you
wish to take retribution for your brother then you must come up
with something that both of us can agree upon.” He sneered. “You
must think I’m a fool to believe that is all you’re after.” He
clenched the phone tighter, the veins in his hand standing out.
“That I can believe, plus Jagger deserves it. Buono , I will have a dinner prepared for you and
your famiglia so we can get this over and done with. Six o’clock?” He
nodded. “I will make sure Jagger is ready. And I must say; I’m
happy we have finally found a solution, because the Donatelli and
the D’Angelos were never meant to be enemies. Ciao .” He hung up, then strode over to
me. “This is going to hurt,” he said, smiling. Without opening the
clamps, he pulled them off my nipples, the pain making me scream
into the ball.
    Frano laughed, looking extremely happy,
the man my sadistic nightmare.
     

 
     
     
     
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    Jagger
    The guard continued talking softly in
Italian, Federico’s kind words a salve to the pain Alberto had
caused me. Yet, it wasn’t the beating that Alberto had heaped upon
my body that hurt the most;