My Masters' Nightmare Season 1, Episode 8 Questions Read Free Page B

unconscious. I pushed off her and put the gun down on the
bedside cabinet. I opened the drawer where Matteo had gotten the
cuffs from, relieved to find the keys. With little difficulty, I
unlocked them and dropped the cuffs on the bed, then picked up the
gun and went back to Teodora, bobbing down to check her pulse,
which was still beating strong.
    I pushed up and went to her desk,
pulling open the drawers, looking for a pen and paper. When I found
them, I wrote a note to Matteo, demanding that he drop an
unconscious Padre off at the front of my property if he wanted his sister
back. Once done, I placed the note on the bed, using my underwear
to frame it.
    I quickly dressed in my ruined pants,
then grabbed the cuffs and put them on Teodora. I checked her
shorts for car keys. When I couldn’t find any, I searched the small
house, finding them hanging from the kitchen wall. Pocketing them,
I returned to the bedroom and lifted Teodora over my shoulder, the
female weighing practically nothing. I carried her out of the house
and pressed the car remote to unlock her car. The small blue Fiat
was parked next to a fence with a forest framing the other side of
the property. The strong smell of lavender confirmed which forest
it was, one that was less than a ten minute drive from my
house.
    I opened the back door and put her inside,
then closed it and jumped into the driver’s seat. I put the key
into the ignition and fired up the engine, heading home with my new
slave.

 
    2
    RITA
    I ran a finger over Frano’s bottom lip,
causing him to stir in his sleep. I had wanted to touch him all
over yesterday, to kiss him and to have him hold me, but whatever
painkiller Honey had given him had stopped anything remotely close
to that from happening. He’d fallen asleep not long after everyone
had left the room. But it was a new day now, and after countless of
hours spent staring at his handsome face, I had decided the wait
was over.
    I needed to have this man inside of me,
my desire for him now suffocating. I was finding it harder and
harder to push him away, because in all truth, I wanted him—whether
it was right or wrong. I shifted between his legs and took his
delicious cock into my mouth, finally enjoying the taste I’d been
craving for days. I started licking and sucking it, wanting him to
harden for me, which appeared to be working. I could feel his cock
expanding in my mouth, the man by some miracle remaining asleep. I
wondered whether he was dreaming about me or as the young Sophia.
Although I still didn’t remember everything about my youth, some
aspects were clear as day, especially the moments we spent making
love to each other. Back then I had felt so guilty for falling for
Frano instead of my own boyfriend, Jagger. I’d liked Jagger, had
found him attractive, but I never felt that spark I had with Frano.
The memory of that first meeting resurfaced, of how Frano had
snapped his teeth at me. Right before he’d done that, I’d thought
he was going to kiss me. God, I remembered how anxiously I had
wanted him to do it, and even though Jagger could’ve caught us, I
would’ve returned the kiss with such passion. I frowned, wondering
why I could recall that memory so easily, but couldn’t remember
anything about my own family, other than my brother being
handicapped. It bewildered me how some memories were vividly clear,
while others were blurry or completely missing.
    Frano moaned in his sleep. I
removed his cock from my mouth, and licked and nibbled my way up
his abs, stopping at his chest. I took a hold of one of nipples
between my lips and sucked on it hungrily. I was going to make him
mine again—all mine. I could never share Frano with anyone,
especially not with that worthless Donatelli bitch.
    He stirred a little. I moved up to his
lips and began teasing them between my teeth. He was such a hard
man, both in body and soul, but, God, his lips were so damn soft
and edible. I could stay like this for hours, just playing