My Masters' Nightmare Season 1, Episode 2 Discovered by Marita A. Hansen

swollen
nubs.
    Mario grinned wide. “She will be fun to
break. I would love to take over her training. Jagger can have two
of mine in exchange.”
    “ No, I’m her master.”
    “ Oh.” Mario frowned. “I
thought she was Jagger’s.”
    “ Not anymore, which is why I
need you to watch over her tonight while I concentrate on the
supper. She can be joined to your slaves. I want her to witness
what’s going to happen to Jagger.”
    “ What i s happening to Jagger?”
    “ He’ s paying a debt owed to the
Donatelli.”
    “ How?”
    “ Ten lashes of the whip, and
once it’s done the Donatelli will drop their vendetta against
us.”
    “ And Jagger has agreed to
this?”
    “ Agreed is not the right word, instead he is
aware of what will be happening, which means he will need to be
restrained.”
    Mario’s gaze moved back to
m e. “Is that
why you’ve taken his slave off him?”
    “ No, he’ s acting odd with her, and I don’t
wish for another attachment to be made, which I’m sure you’ll
understand.”
    Mario’s jaw
tightened ,
Frano’s jab reminding me of what Federico had said about the tall
slave trainer. Maybe he would be easier to manipulate, but I still
preferred to stay with Jagger, the mention of the whipping
confirming what I already knew: that he was being abused. I wanted
to get Jagger away from his family along with the three women
standing behind Mario, the ebony-skinned one trembling, her face a
mask of fear.
    “ Link her to the others,” Frano
said, pushing me forward.
    Mario grabbed my arm and yanked me over to
the three women. He wrapped a chain around my waist, then attached
it to the black woman’s chain. She kept her eyes down, not even
giving me a sideway’s glance. The other two also stared at the
floor as though it was the most fascinating thing in the
world.
    Mario grabbed my face. “This is the last
time you’ll look at me directly unless I tell you to. Always keep
your head bowed and don’t answer me back, because I do more than
squeeze tits.” He smiled wickedly, his eyes telling me he truly
enjoyed his job.
    I remained silent, my nipples still
hurting from what Frano had done, my lesson learned for the time
being. Mario squeezed my cheeks hard, making me wince, but I kept
my eyes straight, not wanting to give in to the arrogant prick,
obviously my lesson not learned well enough.
    A smile graced Mario’s face. “I like a
challenge. Now, lower yourself to your knees.”
    I glanced at Frano, then back at
Mario.
    “ If you make me repeat myself I
will fuck you in front of everyone.”
    I lowered myself to my knees, my face
right in front of his crotch. He smiled down at me, making me pray
he didn’t open his fly.
    He threw Frano a glance. “A fast learner.
I had to whip the thick slave next to her to teach her to
kneel.”
    My eyes moved to Frano, who was staring
down at me. “She can learn faster in my opinion,” he said, “though
she needs no training when it comes to bouncing on my cock.” He
flicked his tongue out at me.
    I gritted my teeth, willing
myself not to react, because the bastard was
taun ting me,
daring me to bite back. I would’ve too, but my nipples were telling
me to shut the fuck up.
    He smiled wide. “She’s a real good fuck
too.”
    “ I never knew the FBI were
good fuckers,” Mario laughed, Frano joining him.
    I dropped my gaze, again
willing myself not to react—because right now I wanted to kill Frano
more than anything in the world.
    A slap stung my
chee k. “Look
at me!” Frano snapped.
    I raised my gaze, the man not so merry
now.
    Frano turned his attention to Mario. “In
regards to the lowering of eyes—that does not apply to me. When I
enter the room she must look at me and only me.”
    “ I will make certain of
that,” Mario said.
    “ Buono , now place all the slaves by the
wall for our guests’ viewing pleasure.”
    “ S ì. Rise,” Mario said to me.
    I got to my feet, my gaze
staying on Frano, only breaking the contact