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

ass raised while you
rinse yourself.”
    She raised it once more and started
rinsing her breasts, making them shiny and all the more
inviting.
    “ Lower your bottom half and arch
your back.”
    She looked as though she was going to say
no, then she did it. I leaned over her breasts, my tongue a lick
away.
    “ You said you wouldn’t
touch me without permission,” she said.
    “ And I won’t.” I blew on her
nipple, making her shiver. “You have beautiful nipples. I would
like to lick and suck on them, to roll them around mouth and nibble
on them.” I looked into her eyes, her pupils so big. “Would you
allow me the honor to do that?”
    She stared back, not answering.
    I moved my face close to hers. “I
would also like to kiss you, to taste your lips.”
    She focused on my lips. I angled them so
I was a whisper away from kissing her, just my breath caressing her
flesh.
    I closed my eyes. “You can either hurt
me or kiss me, it’s your—”
    Before I could finish the sentence, her
lips came crashing down on mine. She grabbed my head and dug her
nails in as she devoured my mouth. I kissed her back, ignoring the
pain; just reveling in her finally succumbing to me. After several
seconds, she released me and pushed my head away. I moved back,
assuming she had changed her mind. Instead, she leaped out of the
bath and shoved me onto the bathroom floor, climbing onto me. She
started kissing me all over my face and neck as though I was a long
lost lover. I didn’t understand it, but it made me feel fucking
great.
    Her hands moved down my body, caressing it
as if she couldn’t get enough of me. Continuing to kiss me, she
grabbed my cock and pushed it inside of her, making me groan. She
sat up and slowly started riding my cock, while staring down at me
with heated desire. I watched her expressions, the woman looking so
much like Sophia, making me imagine that she was my old
lover.
    She leaned down and kissed me.
“ Cuore mio,
anima mia, vita mia ,” she whispered against my lips.
    I went still, startled by what she’d said.
Sophia had spoken those words while making love to me. Rita
continued to kiss me, again murmuring that I was her heart, her
soul, her life. I snapped out of my shock and jerked my head to the
side. “Why did you say that?” I asked.
    She pulled back, her eyes roaming over my
face. “Because it’s true.”
    “ I don’t believe you. Who told you those
words? Was it Jagger?” I asked, wondering whether Sophia had said
it to him as well. The thought hurt.
    Rita shook her head, then leaned down,
attempting to kiss me again.
    I jerked my head to the side
and rolled
her onto her back, laying my body over hers. “You don’t just tell
me I’m your heart, your soul, your life, and then refuse to answer me. I’m
your master, not your lover, so tell me this instant why you would
say such a thing.”
    “ Because I’m—”
    A shot rang out. Someone hollered in
pain, making me freeze, my brain still caught up with Rita. Then
another shot sounded, snapping me out of my stasis. Pushing off
Rita, I jumped to my feet and opened the door. The guard was lying
on the floor, looking dead, while an unchained Camila was slamming
the cell door shut, screaming that we were being
attacked.
    I ran for the door and leaned my back
against it just as a bang thudded on the other side, almost
shunting me forward. Gritting my teeth, I put my full weight behind
the door, slamming it shut. A voice called out from the other side:
“Don! What’s happening?!” Then I felt it—a gun to my
temple.
    “ Tell him to back off, Frano,”
Camila said.
    I glanced to my left, taken
aback by the gun in Camila’s hand.
    “ Tell him to back off or I’ll shoot you!”
she yelled, prodding me harder.
    “ Stop trying to get inside or
I’ll be shot,” I called out to the guard.
    The banging stopped.
    “ Good boy,” Camila said, “and
now I’ve shown you how easily I’ve disarmed a guard and taken
control off you; you will show