My Masters' Nightmare Season 1, Episode 7 Connections

by Marita A. Hansen

  “I will help you achieve that.”

  I smiled. “Thank you, and once Jagger’s out of danger, I will discuss with Alessandro about releasing your sisters.”

  “No, the negotiations are first.”

  “But Jagger’s in danger now.”

  “So are my sisters. The Santini are mongrels. I don’t even want to imagine what those inbreds are doing to them, so if you want Jagger, get my sisters back.”

  I nodded, knowing she wouldn’t back down, her tone reminding me of a Mother Superior I had worked under. Not wanting to waste time, I headed to the staircase that led to Alessandro. The thought of seeing him again was terrifying, but Jagger was more important than my fear.

  Camila and the soldier followed me, the soldier stopping us at the staircase door. “Un momento, signorina,” he said to me.

  I waited while he explained to another soldier by the front door what was happening. The second man nodded, then escorted me down the staircase. The two guards in front of the cells pushed to their feet, their focus solely on the soldier behind me, as though I wasn’t even here.

  “She needs to speak to Alessandro Santini,” the soldier said.

  The older of the two guards unlocked the cell behind him. “He’s in here.”

  I entered the room, the soldier following me inside. I stopped in absolute shock at the sight before me. Alessandro was on the bed thrusting into a blonde woman on all fours, while another woman was lying in between their legs, twisting Alessandro’s balls. They were red and swollen, but instead of looking in pain, he appeared to be in ecstasy.

  “More,” he grunted.

  The woman yanked on his balls, making him growl low, the man not stopping as he continued to fuck the other woman. A third woman at the top of the bed leaned towards him, positioning her breasts in front of his face. He flicked out at one with his tongue, then stopped thrusting into the blonde woman and took the breast into his mouth, sucking on it hungrily. The woman gasped, her face ecstatic. Her hands roamed up Alessandro’s chest, then proceeded to twist the clamps that were on his nipples. Alessandro stopped sucking on her and groaned, then resumed eagerly thrusting into the blonde woman. He picked up speed, penetrating her forcefully, his expression now frantic, the man going wild. Several seconds later, he grabbed her hips and slammed inside of her one last time, roaring as he came, his muscular body shuddering in response. A moment later, he collapsed onto the woman beneath him. The one who’d been holding his balls, pushed off the bed and went to kneel by a group of chained slaves sitting by the wall, while the woman at the top of the bed massaged Alessandro’s wide shoulders.

  “Enough,” he said.

  She got off the bed and joined the group by the wall. Alessandro pulled out of the blonde woman and removed his nipple clamps, hissing in response. He dropped them on the mattress, then turned around, appearing startled by my presence. He sat down on the bed, smacking the woman’s ass behind him, without taking his eyes off me. “Clean me,” he said.

  She scrambled off the bed, kneeling down in front of him.

  “You’re a bit late if you want me to fuck you,” he said, his eyes stripping away my clothes. “You’ll have to wait a few minutes for me to get hard again.”

  “I’m not here for sex,” I croaked out, my face burning up.

  “Maybe, but I can tell you enjoyed watching me fuck.” He smiled, grabbing the woman’s hair in front of him. The woman removed the condom, then took his cock into her mouth.

  Willing myself to stay calm, I looked up at his face. “I’m here to negotiate the safe return of Camila Donatelli’s sisters.”

  “As I told her, I’m not a messenger.”

  “The Don seems to think differently.”

  “Does he now?” His gaze moved to the soldier. “Is this so?”

  “Sì.”

  “Okay, then I guess I can try my hand at negotiation, but you will have to give my famiglia quite a number of quality slaves in exchange for them.”

  “I can offer you six slaves from the House of Whores,” I said, keeping my eyes on his face, not wanting to watch what the woman was doing.

  “Only six?”

  “Six is three times the amount,” I replied, knowing it was better to start off with a smaller number.

  “Not when my brother has a hard-on for one of the sisters.”

  “Okay, eight then, but that is really pushing it.”

  “Eight sounds good,” he said, staring at me intently. A second later, a grin spread across his face. “But twelve is even better.”

  My heart skipped a beat, his reply ridiculous. “That’s impossible; ten is all I’m allowed to give you.”

  His grin widened. “You silly girl, you just slipped up by showing me all your cards. Though, don’t panic, I predicted the number was ten. I knew six and eight were too few by your relieved expression, and when I said twelve your face dropped. So, I will agree to the ten slaves, but on one condition: I get to keep you as part of the negotiations.”

  “I’m not for sale.”

  “Then I’ll take the ten women and I’ll be your sex slave, that is, when I feel like it.”

  “That’s not what a sex slave is.”

  “Okay, then you can be my sex slave.”

  “I already said no.”

  “Sorry, someone’s kind of distracting me,” he said, pointing to the woman still sucking on him.

  “Tell her to stop.”

  “Even if I did, she’d try to latch back on. This one loves the taste of me, she can go on forever if I let her, plus it takes hours to clean my enormous cock.”

  I screwed up my face, wishing I was anywhere but here. The man was arrogant and shameless beyond belief.

  “What’s wrong, babe? You jealous I’m getting sucked off by another woman?”

  “I assure you I’m not the least bit jealous.”

  “I’m impressed with you. Even though I’m sitting here naked with a woman hanging off my cock, you’re still very polite, regardless of how embarrassed you are. That speaks of a sweet nature.”

  “If you know it’s embarrassing me, then why are you doing it?”

  “This is my work; it’s what happens within these four walls. You should’ve known that prior to walking in—after all, you were a sex slave. Also, if you were trained well, of which you obviously were not, you wouldn’t be feeling embarrassed over anything of a sexual nature.”

  “Jagger trained me for his liking.”

  “If he trained you only for his liking then he didn’t do his job, because you were meant to be sold either to the Spaniard or my father, and as far as I know, the Spaniard is a sadist and would’ve made you have sex with numerous people, whereas I would’ve kept you for myself.” He frowned. “You look stricken by my words. Why?”

  “If it wasn’t for Camila’s family, I would be with the Spaniard now.”

  “I’m glad you aren’t, but regardless, we have diverged from the negotiations. So, let’s settle the deal. Instead of you becoming my slave, we will have sex and I will exchange the ten slaves for the two Donatelli sisters.”

  “I’m not having sex with you.”

  “Then it’s fifteen slaves in exchange for them.”

  “No, we agreed to ten.”

  “I will put it up to twenty if you continue to argue with me.”

  “The Don will never agree to fifteen let alone twenty.”

  “How badly do you want those Donatelli sisters back?”

  “This negotiation isn’t for me, so you have no leverage,” I bluffed.

  Alessandro stared at me, making me shift about on my feet.

  “What?” I said, wishing he would stop staring.

  “You’re lying. I may not know you well, but I know my job, and part of it is to tell if someone’s lying. So, what do you get out of this negotiation?”

  “Nothing, other than I do my job.”

  “Your job is to be a nurse for pretty boy, which means you’re doing this for him. Why? What’s he got to
do with getting that dreadful witch’s sisters back?”

  “Why do you have to be so difficult?”

  He pushed the woman sucking him away, and stood up, the man’s cock now fully hard, the ring on the head glistening under the light. I dropped my gaze as he walked up to me, then quickly raised it, hoping he didn’t assume I was looking at his cock.

  “So, now you’re asking the questions, are you?” he said. “Well, Honey, that’s not how things work, because I have the power, and you don’t. When someone asks for something they are instantly on the back foot. Do you know what that means?”

  “They are at a disadvantage.”

  “Exactly, which means you have to give me what I want, and right now I want to know what’s in it for you, and if you tell me, I might consider helping you out.”

  I dropped my gaze again, his stare too intense.

  “Stop staring at my cock and answer the question,” he said.

  I looked back up at his face. “I’m not staring at it; it’s you who’s staring at me. Please, can you just get dressed, so we can discuss this like civilized human beings?”

  He frowned. “I don’t wear dresses.”

  “You don’t have to get smart with me. You know what I meant.”

  “Obviously, I don’t, and right now, I don’t appreciate your tone of voice,” he said, sounding annoyed.

  “But, everyone knows what getting dressed means.”

  “In case you haven’t noticed, you are in Italy, not America. English is a second language here, so don’t assume everyone knows what you’re talking about.”

  “I’m sorry, I didn’t think,” I breathed out, hoping my slip up didn’t affect the negotiations. “Getting dressed means putting on clothes.”

  He frowned. “I will get dressed when I am ready to, not when you tell me. You are in my domain, so you will abide by my rules.”

  “But, your body is distracting me.”

  “Focus on my face.”

  “Your stare is distracting me too.”

  “I only stare because your accent and wording is not that easy to understand. I’m trying to concentrate on what you’re saying.”

  “Oh.”

  “And if you find my nudity so offensive, leave. I will just tell the Don you were being too difficult to negotiate with, which you are.”

  “I am not!”

  “You just proved my point. Your tone has become disrespectful and you’re avoiding my questions. When I ask a question, it is to be answered straight away, so stop wasting my time and tell me what’s in it for you before I lose my patience.”

  “I get permission to look for Jagger with two soldiers assisting me.”

  “Then you have one of two options. Give me fifteen slaves or ten as well as sex with you.”

  “Sex is out of the question; I’m not cheating on Jagger.”

  “Jagger is your master, not your lover.”

  “He is my everything.”

  Alessandro frowned. “Okay, then I will settle for the ten slaves and you sleeping with me tonight.”

  “I just said I won’t have sex with you.”

  “You Americans cannot understand your own language. To sleep is not to fuck.”

  “It’s not meant to be taken literally, it’s just a saying.”

  “That doesn’t make sense.”

  “It doesn’t matter; I still can’t sleep next to you. I wouldn’t feel safe, since you rape women for a living.”

  “I don’t rape women,” he said, looking offended. “I train them.”

  “I was once a sex slave, and that’s not how it works; sex is just taken.”

  “Well, your trainer must’ve been an asshole, because I don’t work that way. Was it Jagger who did this to you?”

  “No. Alberto.”

  “Please tell me he didn’t brutalize you, like he did to Jagger,” he said, looking concerned.

  I went quiet; surprised that he cared.

  “Honey, don’t leave me in suspense, please tell me.”

  “He punched me a lot, but always where it didn’t bruise.” I touched my stomach. “He also raped me in both…” I stopped, the words holes sounding as though I was a thing that couldn’t hurt. But it always hurt. I dropped my gaze, willing myself not to cry, the memory of Alberto abusing me painful. But, what he had done to Jagger hurt even more, my poor lover now a broken man.

  “If the Don hadn’t killed him, I would have, for you,” Alessandro said.

  I looked back up, surprised to find him upset. “I don’t understand you,” I said.

  “That’s not hard when I don’t understand myself either, but I do promise you this, I would never take you by force. So, will you accept my offer to sleep in the same bed as me? It will only be for one night and I will even sign a contract that states you can cut my nuts off if I harm you physically in any way.”

  I wiped my eyes. “I couldn’t do that.”

  “What? Sign a contract or cut off my nuts?”

  “Cut your nuts off.”

  He smiled. “Grazie a Dio, because I’m rather attached to these,” he said, giving them a squeeze. “So, do we have a deal with the ten slaves AND the sleeping in the same bed tonight?”

  “Yes.”

  His smile widened. “Do you remember where I told you my bedroom is?”

  I nodded.

  “Be there by seven tonight.”

  “Seven’s early.”

  “I would like to get to know you. These girls,” he indicated to the slaves, “are great at sex, but when it comes to conversation they don’t have two brain cells to rub together. Also, no one in this house talks to me unless it’s about business, and I’m getting rather bored.”

  “Okay.”

  “Fantastico, and I will make sure this,” he patted his cock, “is well spent before you get into my bed.”

  I breathed out, not really knowing how to answer that.

  “Actually,” he said, “we’ll have to make it tomorrow night, because if you want me to get those sisters back quick I will need to return home, and it takes at least a day before my mother allows me to leave again.”

  I smiled despite myself.

  “I know what you’re thinking,” he said, returning the smile, “that a big man like me shouldn’t be controlled by their madre, but you haven’t met a fierce Italian mother if you think that, and mine is the fiercest. Plus, she is important to me, and I don’t disrespect people I love.”

  I smiled again. Maybe the man wasn’t as bad as I had originally thought. “So, will your family accept the offer?” I said, feeling better, despite the fact that my eyes kept wanting to look down at his cock.

  “I’m ninety-nine percent certain they will, though my brother will make me pay for it. Actually, I will just avoid him, because he’ll be bruising for a fight, and as I said, I don’t like hurting the people I love.”

  “Maybe the Donatelli sister he likes will continue to see him.”

  “I doubt it; she’s a snobby troia who broke his heart in high school. I hope he made her pay for it, because I kind of feel bad about taking her from him, but I can’t exactly turn down ten slaves. Quality slaves, of which you will be giving me, are worth millions of dollars.”

  “Millions?” I croaked out.

  “Sì, this is a lucrative business.”

  My mind went back to what he’d said about buying me. “How much am I worth?”

  “You were going for two million.”

  “Two million!”

  “Sì, but unfortunately that damn Spaniard offered three and my father wouldn’t go that high.”

  “I’m worth three million?!”

  He smiled wide. “No, you’re priceless.”

  My face heated at his compliment. “I still can’t believe people would pay such an absurd amount of money.”

  “Money doesn’t have the same value for the wealthy. Anyway, I think you better run along and claim your prize, while I go sort out getting the sisters back.” He grabbed a towel off the bed
and wrapped it around his hips. “I’ll see you tomorrow night at seven,” he said, heading past me.

  I followed him out of the cell and up the staircase, the soldier shadowing me. At the top of the staircase, I stopped at the sight of Camila, who was glaring at Alessandro’s back as he headed for the main staircase, his towel now at her feet.

  “Camila,” I said.

  She turned to me. “Did he agree?”

  “Yes.”

  She breathed out, looking relieved. “Then I better arrange the slaves for him.”

  “I also have to sleep with him tomorrow night, so I will need a written contract of my own.”

  Her eyes widened. “You agreed to sleep with him?”

  “Only to sleep, not to have sex.”

  “Do you realize that sleeping with someone means to have sex with them?”

  “Yes, though he didn’t.”

  “Probably because he’s a halfwit.”

  I laughed. “I think he just doesn’t understand American sayings.”

  “No, he’s definitely stupid.”

  I laughed again, liking her. “It will be fine, he understands my limitations.”

  “I still wouldn’t trust him; he’ll be on you in a second.”

  “Not if he wants to keep his balls. He’s agreed to sign a contract, stating that if he harms me in any way I can cut them off.”

  She barked out a laugh. “Seriously?”

  “Yes, seriously.”

  “He’ll still try to seduce you.”

  “I know, but he won’t succeed.”

  “Are you sure? Despite being a bastardo, he’s an extremely attractive man, and one who I’ve been told was used as a honeytrap before becoming a slave trainer.”

  “He won’t trap me.”

  “No, a honeytrap is someone who seduces someone into a compromising sexual position in an attempt to blackmail them.”

  My mind froze. “But … it’s just sleeping.”

  “I’d still be very careful with him.”

  “He said he’d sign the contract.”

  “He doesn’t need to harm you to put you in a compromising position, and honeytraps are conniving, I’ve known a few. If I were you, I wouldn’t risk falling asleep next to him, I would only pretend to.”