My Masters' Nightmare Season 1, Ep. 6 Consequences by Marita A. Hansen Page A

no gritting of teeth,
it was as though she was a willing participant. I didn’t understand
the sudden change in her personality or why she was looking at me
with unbridled lust. Oh, I knew she lusted after me, but she
usually tried to conceal it. I wondered whether it had something to
do with the Donatelli. The thought worried me, making me wonder
whether she had been broken.
    “ Did the Donatelli hurt you?”
I asked.
“Did they abuse you in any way?”
    “ No. Though, I fought with
Matteo, but I kicked the loser’s ass.”
    I let out a laugh, the
sound almost
startling me. “I would’ve given anything to have seen
that.”
    She smiled, the expression
reminding me of Sophia’s smiles. My heart beat sped up, causing me
to forget my initial intentions. Her eyes lowered down my body
seductively, the woman biting her lip, looking like she wanted to
devour me. She reached out and took a hold of my belt, loosening
it, causing my robe to come apart, revealing my cock to her. She
licked her lips, instantly making me aware of what the puttana was doing. She was
changing tact, trying to seduce me.
    “ Lean back and start moving the
soap on your nipple,” I said, wanting to regain the upper
hand.
    She did as I ordered, though a bit
clumsily, getting her areola as well.
    “ Only touch the nipple, nothing else,” I
said.
    She obeyed, but closed her eyes, not
something I wanted. Instead, I hungered for her to look at me, to
be aware of how much I desired her and for her to act on it. I’d
made the mistake of forcing her to have sex before, the role of
slave trainer foreign to me. I may have watched the trainers on the
rare occasion, but I didn’t usually partake in the training, and
that one time I had allowed Alberto to rape Honey was an attempt be
like my father, to continue his tradition, but instead it had blown
up in my face. It was one of the many things that had led to
Alberto’s sickness. I had allowed him to think of people as
objects, which in this business they were—yet another reason why I
wanted out of it. My brother died because of our lifestyle, and I
was going to stop it from fucking the rest of my family’s lives up.
In a year or two, I wanted to be completely finished with the
business. That was it, I’d had enough.
    “ Open your eyes and look at me,”
I said . “I
need you to see me, not to pretend I’m not here.”
    She opened her eyes, looking
directly into mine.
    I slipped my robe off. “I’m just flesh
and blood like you, bella. I won’t hurt you if you don’t hurt me, and I also won’t
touch you unless you touch me.”
    She frowned, looking as though she
thought I was trying to trick her.
    “ Lather up your breasts,”
I said.
    She did as she was told, the white of the
soap against her skin making them look even more inviting. I wanted
to soap them myself, although it was better this way, because the
tease was making my hard cock even more excited.
    “ Massage your breasts and make
sure to clean underneath them.”
    She did as instructed.
    “ Now, move the soap down your
stomach.” I breathed out, watching the soap dip underneath the
water, so close to her prickly pussy. I smiled, wondering whether I
should shave her again. No, I wanted to see the red grow once more,
her coloring exactly like Sophia’s. “Lift your pussy out of the
water and soap it up.”
    She raised her lower half, her stomach
muscles tightening in response, showing more of her faint
washboard. I had never seen a woman as muscular, yet still
feminine. It fascinated me, her strength enthralling me, and to
control such a strong creature was even more thrilling. Now I
understood how the other trainers felt—no, how Christo felt, since
he also loved controlling physically strong women.
    My gaze moved to Rita’s face. Her eyes
were fixated on me, the woman highly aroused.
    I extended my hand. “Give me the
soap.”
    She passed it to me.
    “ Rinse your breasts with
water.”
    She lowered herself.
    “ No, keep your