My Masters' Nightmare Season 1, Episode 7 Connections by Marita A. Hansen

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.
    Al essandro 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
som eone’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, le ave. 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
l ook 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.