My Masters' Nightmare Season 1, Episode 12 Confrontation

by Hansen, Marita A.

  “Alessandro,” Christo finally spoke. His voice was raspy, suggesting he was a heavy smoker. “That was quite a show.” His eyes moved to the top of the bed. “You even cracked the headboard. That’s impressive strength, considering how thick that oak is.” His gaze moved back to my face. “But your outburst is unnecessary, because, as long as your brother pays the ransom, you’ll go free.”

  I took deep breaths, willing himself to stay calm, but the restraints were making it hard—and Christo’s words even harder. “I’ve been kidnapped before,” I breathed out. “You won’t get a cent out of my father.”

  “I heard about that, which is why I’m only communicating with your brother Ricardo.”

  “Ricardo can’t pay you, he doesn’t have the power.”

  “Considering he’s your new Don, I think he does.”

  Fear shot through me. “My father’s dead?”

  “Not that I know of.”

  “But, if Ricardo’s the Don, my father must be dead.”

  “No, he’s just ill. Your brother usurped his power, which means you’ll be released after he pays the ransom. So stop going crazy, you’ll soon be back with your famiglia.”

  “You’re not going to kill me?” I said, still in disbelief.

  “That would defeat the purpose of kidnapping you for a ransom. If you’re dead, we wouldn’t get paid.”

  “Why would you need money? You’re wealthy.”

  His face darkened. “I’m unable to access my famiglia’s accounts, because Andriena’s troia of a sister gave Frano authority to them. So, shut your mouth and go back to sleep or I’ll add another million to your ransom.” He spun around and walked out of the room, slamming the door shut behind him.

  I turned my head to Andriena, who was standing by the wall, her expression worried. Her eyes moved to me, guilt coloring her beautiful face. “I’m so sorry,” she said. “I didn’t know they were going to do this to you.”

  “You’re obviously not sorry enough to free me.”

  “Because I can’t.”

  “Or won’t.” I shifted my ass, the water making me shiver.

  “No, can’t.” She walked up to the bed. “If I free you, they’ll hurt you again. It’s better this way. You’ll be safer. And I’ll protect you.”

  “Matteo already said he wanted to suck my cock. How can you protect me from him? Or what about the priest? What if he comes in here and wants a piece of me?”

  “I’ll tell him to go away. Matteo, too.”

  “Do you seriously think they’ll listen to you? I have no idea what Matteo’s capable of, but I know the priest is a rapist.”

  She remained silent, her blue eyes glossing over with tears.

  “Stop crying and help me. I helped you.”

  She wiped her eyes. “I am helping you, and I won’t stop crying until you stop snapping at me. So, please just work with me on this; I’m trying my best here.”

  I yanked at the restraints. “You’re best isn’t good enough.”

  “It’s all I can give you.”

  “Then at least dry me. I’m fucking freezing.”

  She nodded, looking relieved. “I can do that. I’ll go grab some towels.” She disappeared through the doorway. I kept my eyes on it, unable to stop shivering from the cold water. A few minutes later, Andriena reappeared with towels and sheets. She placed them down on the floor. Picking up the top towel, she dried my face and hair, looking uncomfortable while doing it.

  Her eyes lowered to my shirt. “I have to undress you.” Her gaze flicked back up to my face. “To dry you, of course. I won’t touch you inappropriately.”

  “Fine,” I said, not caring how she touched me.

  She put the towel down and started unbuttoning my shirt, her hands shaking. Once finished, she pulled out a pocket knife from her jacket, making me jolt.

  “I won’t hurt you,” she said.

  “I didn’t think you would, you just surprised me. Cut the rope.”

  “Alessandro,” she breathed out, sounding frustrated. “Stop asking.”

  “Then, what’s the knife for?”

  “To get your shirt off without untying your wrists.” She placed the blade to one of my sleeves and ripped the material, then did the same to the other side, removing my ruined shirt a few seconds later. As she pocketed the knife, her gaze drifted to my chest, my nipple rings probably capturing her attention. She looked up at me, a blush coloring her cheeks. She went to say something, but stopped, quickly ducking down to grab a towel. She started wiping my chest and stomach, hesitating as she drew closer to my pants. Clearing her throat, she raised her gaze, the woman’s cheeks now beet red.

  “Do you give me permission to take your pants off?” she asked, avoiding eye contact.

  “I already have.”

  “Then you have two options: I can either shred them or untie your feet to get them off. But if I do the latter, you have to promise not to kick me.”

  “I wouldn’t kick you, I would never hurt you.”

  She gave me a smile, not getting one in return, my anger still bubbling under the surface, ready to explode at any given moment. Her smile dropped, the woman appearing self-conscious again. “I’ll remove your restraints then,” she mumbled, shifting down the bed. After she’d cut away the rope, she reached for my fly. With a shaky hand, she unzipped my pants and removed them, leaving only my underwear on.

  “My briefs, too,” I said, the water having seeped through.

  Her eyes went to them, her expression scared, as if my cock would jump out and spurt venom at her.

  “Hurry up,” I said, “before my balls freeze off.”

  “You can’t ask me to do that.”

  “Then untie my hands and I’ll remove them.”

  “No.”

  “You have to do something.”

  She placed the towel over my crotch.

  “That won’t do merda, so take my fucking underwear off and dry me.”

  “Don’t speak to me like that,” she snapped. “I’m not one of your slaves who you can order around.”

  “I’m the one tied up, so stop giving me lip.”

  “No, you stop giving me lip.”

  “Only once you take my underwear off.”

  “No.”

  “Cazzo! You’re a prude.”

  “I’m not a prude, what you’re asking is inappropriate.”

  “But, I’m freezing to death.”

  “Don’t be overdramatic.”

  “Well, go dump a bucketful of freezing cold water on you, and see what you say after that.”

  She breathed out. “Okay, I’m sorry, I’ll do it, just close your eyes. It’s embarrassing.”

  I closed my eyes. “Happy now?”

  She grumbled, then took a hold of my underwear. She hesitated, making me open my eyes.

  “What are you waiting for?” I asked.

  “You opened your eyes.”

  “Because you’re not doing anything.”

  “You’re making me nervous.”

  “Please, just take them off.”

  “I can’t.”

  “You said you would.”

  “I’ve changed my mind.”

  “Merda! It’s the first time I’ve had to beg a woman to undress me and I don’t even want sex.”

  She glared at me. “You’re not the gentleman you led me to believe.”

  “You bet I’m not.”

  “Well, then you don’t deserve to be treated like one.” She yanked my underwear down, freezing as my cock came into view. Her eyes widened, no doubt my Prince Albert the cause. She continued to stare—way too long.

  “Andriena,” I said, losing my patience, “stop staring at my cock and dry me.”

  She dropped her gaze. “I wasn’t staring.”

  “Then I don’t have a Prince Albert,” I said, sarcastically.

  She mumbled something, then pulled my underwear over my feet, leaving me completely naked. “Lift your body off the bed,” she said, “so I can put
some towels underneath you.”

  I braced my heels against the bed and arched my body up. Andriena started laying the towels underneath me, finishing several seconds later. I lowered my body, feeling better at the feel of the dry towels. She picked up another one and started drying my legs, stopping as she neared my cock.

  “Dry it,” I said.

  She placed the towel over it again.

  “That’s not drying it.”

  She looked up at me. “It’ll be fine like this.”

  “At least dry my cock ring. It’s cold.”

  “It is dry, and you’re doing this to make me uncomfortable.”

  “Uncomfortable? I’m the one fucking tied up, not you.”

  “Stop swearing!”

  “Not until you dry my cock,” I said, now wanting to annoy her.

  “Alessandro! You need to learn some manners if you want me to help you.”

  “I’ll learn some manners once I’m freed.”

  “Then don’t talk to me.” Looking angry, she grabbed the towel and started gingerly patting my cock and balls as though they were fragile.

  “Get underneath my cock.”

  Her eyes flicked up. “I told you not to talk to me.”

  “I have to. You’re doing a lousy job.”

  “I am not.”

  “Unless you have a cock and know how to dry it properly, then you can’t say merda.”

  Grunting at me, she lifted my cock with the towel and dried it underneath, her grip and the soft material feeling good. She stopped, a frown creasing her brow, then she let go of my cock fast, her eyes widening.

  “Don’t look so shocked it hardened,” I said. “It doesn’t take much for that prick to rise.”

  “Didn’t your mother teach you any manners? Your mouth is dirtier than a sewer.”

  “I’ve always had a filthy mouth.”

  “Not with me, you were respectful.”

  “Considering what’s happened, you don’t deserve respect. I could’ve run, but instead I stayed with you, more concerned about your safety than my own, yet I’m the one tied up. I swore that I would never be put in a situation like this again after the first time I was kidnapped, but here I am, weak and at your uncles’ mercy.”

  “You’re not weak, you cracked the bedpost; not many men could do that.”

  “That means merda, I’m still tied up.”

  “Because you were outnumbered. Not even the strongest man can deal with that.”

  “Whatever you say, just cover me.”

  She grabbed the sheet, freezing as the door opened. Matteo stepped inside the room. His eyes zeroed in on my cock, a smile quickly following.

  “Get out of here!” Andriena yelled.

  He remained rooted to the spot, his smile widening by the second. “You certainly live up to my expectations, Alessandro, if not more so.” He touched his crotch. “You’ve made me hard in a second.”

  Andriena stormed over to him. “Vai via!” she snapped, telling him to go away.

  Looking amused, he shook his head. “Out of all my aunties you’re the only one who can’t pull off mean. You look like a domestic pussycat trying to imitate a lion.”

  “I don’t care what you think. Get out!”

  “No. I came here for a reason: my sister. You were unconscious before, so I couldn’t ask if she’s all right. Did Jagger harm her in any way?”

  “He spanked her.”

  Matteo’s eyes glowed angrily. “I already know about that. What else did he do?”

  “Other than stripping her, nothing. No, he was unnecessarily cruel. That stronzo said the most horrid things to her. The poor girl was in tears when she told me. Apparently, she used to have a crush on him.”

  “I’m going to kill the bastard,” Matteo snarled.

  “You’ll have to get past Camila first. My idiotic sister is infatuated with him. She won’t stop talking about how great he is in bed, and right in front of Teodora. I almost slapped her for it.”

  Matteo shook his head. “You’re such a pussy. I bet she didn’t even know you were pissed off with her.”

  Andriena scowled at him. “Not true. I told her she was being insensitive to Teodora.”

  “Sometimes I wonder whether you’re adopted.”

  “Why? I look like my sisters.”

  “You’re nothing like them. You’re too nice. Anyway, back to Teodora. I want to get her out of the D’Angelo house. You got any info I can use?”

  “Camila mentioned a hidden passageway out of there.”

  “Good, I’ll make contact with Camila and work a way to get Teodora released. By the way, I didn’t think you had it in you, Auntie.”

  She frowned. “What do you mean?”

  “Taking advantage of gorgeous over there,” he said, pointing at me. “Not that I can blame you, I don’t think I could resist stripping him either.”

  Her eyes widened. “It’s not what you think. Christo soaked him with water. I had to dry him.”

  Matteo moaned. “Oh God, you should’ve gotten me to do that, I would’ve even paid for the privilege.”

  “Matteo!”

  “What?”

  “Stop objectifying him.”

  He screwed up his face. “Fuck, you’re a prude, and don’t tell me you didn’t enjoy the view. Even a nun would be tempted. Hell, I know the Padre would do him in a second.” His gaze moved to me. “Hey, Alessandro, if you let me ride your cock, I’ll make sure that sick priest doesn’t touch you.”

  “Vaffanculo!” I yelled.

  He blew me kiss. “I love you too, big boy. By the way, the Padre’s still upset with you for breaking his nose and ‘desecrating’ your body with tattoos; so be prepared for a flogging.” Laughing, he left the room, closing the door behind him.

  My eyes went to Andriena. “You have to let me go.”

  “Don’t worry about what he said, he was joking.”

  “No, he wasn’t.”

  “I know Matteo better than you and he’s a huge tease, so calm down.”

  I glared at her, wishing I’d left her in the car, because the woman was infuriatingly naive.

  Averting her gaze, she grabbed the sheet and flung it over my body, then pulled out her knife. She headed around the bed, making me wonder whether she’d changed her mind about freeing me. But instead, she sat down, laying the knife on her lap.

  “If any of them try to touch you inappropriately, I’ll stab them,” she said. “Now, go to sleep.”

  I glanced at my feet, realizing she’d forgotten to tie my ankles.

  She frowned. “Why are you smiling?”

  Because I’m going to seduce you into freeing me.

  2

  ANDRIENA

  Alessandro closed his eyes and turned away from me, the sheet slipping down to his body. Dio mio, he had the most gorgeous body I’d ever seen, his tattoos and piercings adding to it. I’d never lusted after a man more than him. Even my ex, who I’d loved, didn’t rouse me in the way that Alessandro did. He was beyond perfection. He had the most amazing face: his chiseled features were made for the silver screen, while his voice was like smooth chocolate, a tease to the senses. And his violet eyes ... they were amazing. It was a miracle I could even speak when he looked at me. They reminded me of amethysts, my favorite gemstone, although they darkened when he got angry.

  He shifted onto his back, causing the sheet to slip further down, revealing that magnificent stomach of his. He had an eight-pack! Which I didn’t even know was possible until I’d seen his. He truly was created by the hand of God.

  Time started ticking away. Alessandro’s breathing eventually evened out, hinting that he’d fallen asleep. I ran my eyes up his body, stopping on his nipple rings. The silver hoops were screaming at me to flick them with my tongue or to pull on them with my teeth. The thought stunned me. Unlike Camila, who never stopped talking about sex, I wasn’t a sexual person. Men never satisfied me, and most of the time I used any excuse to get out of having sex. It was why my ex had bro
ken up with me. He’d called me a cold fish and to go fuck a woman, because I couldn’t be straight. So I did ... unfortunately that was a disastrous affair, the one-night stand I had with Camila’s best friend putting me off sex completely. I stuck my tongue out, still remembering how gross the experience was. After that, I’d just assumed I was asexual ... until I saw one of Alessandro’s porn videos at a hen’s party. Dio! I could’ve orgasmed right then and there. After that, I downloaded all his porn videos off the internet and never looked back.

  And now he was within touching distance. I flexed my hand, aching to run my palm over his abs as well as to trace the faint happy trail that petered out before reaching his cock.

  He moved again, looking like he was stretching, which made the sheet slip further down his body, revealing his cock and its silver ring. He was completely hairless down below, no pubic hair whatsoever. One of the women at the hen’s party had cheered at the video, saying he was made to be sucked.

  I bit my bottom lip, aching to do just that. I wanted to suck his big cock, to flick the ring in its head, and to lap at his balls—

  I exhaled loudly, my thoughts annoying me. I knew what it felt like to be taken advantage of sexually, and I wasn’t about to do that to Alessandro, someone who had been nothing but nice to me. Sì, he’d yelled at me, but that was completely understandable. I would’ve done the same thing in his position, so I couldn’t blame him for losing his temper. Also, I felt guilty over not untying him—although I did it for his own good. He was outnumbered, so there was no way he could escape, even if I helped him. Still, I had considered looking for a gun, because the thought of those brutes touching my Alessandro made me want to shoot them in the balls.

  I focused on his face, realizing I did think of him as mine, which was wrong, considering he hardly knew me. Plus, he was way out of my league—and not to mention famous. Dio, I still couldn’t believe I was with him. I wondered what he would say if he knew I was a fangirl of his. He would probably look at me differently. It was hard enough not to drool in front of him, let alone keep my voice straight, because every time I looked at him all I wanted to do was to kiss those perfect lips ... and to wrap my body around his.

  He moaned, the grimace on his face making me wonder whether he was in pain. Maybe the ropes were hurting him, because the bastards had stretched his arms tight.