My Masters' Nightmare Season 1, Episode 1 Read Online Free PDF Page A

mumbled,
brushing his lips over my other breast, his tongue flicking out,
licking it. He pulled away. “You taste of soap.”
    Before I could yell at him, curse him for
what he was doing, cold water blasted my breasts, making me cry out
again. A second later, his mouth was back on my breast, sucking
hard while his fingers and thumb rubbed me below. I didn’t know who
he was and after a while I stopped caring, because the man’s touch,
his mouth... Oh God, he was exquisite.
    He shoved a finger inside of me as he
continued to suckle on my breast, my mind and my body fighting each
other, but my body winning. I arched, pushing my breast willingly
into his mouth, the need to come overriding everything. He shifted
to my other breast, sucking it harder, pulling on it, using his
teeth, his tongue, his whole blessed mouth. He added a second
finger below, continuing to finger fuck me while his thumb rubbed
my clitoris to the point of pain, the intensity again too much,
even more so combined with his mouth, everything inside of me
building, one suck, one thrust, one rub, and one... I cried out,
the orgasm blanking my mind as pleasure swamped my body. He
swallowed my cry with a kiss, his tongue penetrating my mouth,
seeking more of me as I continued to ride the orgasm.
    As the pleasure quelled, my thoughts began
to filter back in. I hadn’t allowed a man to touch me since my
husband had died just over six months ago, didn’t want another man
to do to me what he’d done. But now I’d allowed a man to do just
that, to take what belonged to my husband. I wanted to cry, no, I
wanted to hurt him for making me betray Matt’s memory.
    The man pulled away from me. “It was a
pleasure giving you pleasure,” he said, his tone of voice promising
that this wouldn’t be the last time.
    I couldn’t believe I’d let my guard down,
allowed myself to give into him, to believe his lies that he
wouldn’t do anything. He obviously knew how to use his voice to get
his way, no doubt one of those criminals who could fool a lie
detector, which meant I couldn’t trust a word that came out of the
mouth that had sucked on my breasts.
    I wanted to scream at him, to hurt him
for touching me so intimately. He was not my husband! He didn’t
have a right!
    “ You’re tensing up,” he said.
“Relax, it’s not a sin to feel good, no matter how much priests
might tell us it is.”
    A towel touched my body, making me jerk
away, my anger building.
    “ I’m just going to dry
you,” he said.
    “ You lied to
me!”
    “ Get used to it.” He
pushed me forward, drying my back like I was a small child who
couldn’t do it myself.
    “ Don’t touch
me!”
    A slap stung my backside, stunning me into
silence, then he lifted me up and carried me out of the
room.
    “ Put me down!” I
screamed.
    He dumped me back on the bed, my body now
shivering from the cold room.
    “ Sorry, I cannot give you
clothes to wear,” he said, “you haven’t earned them yet.” The bed
went down with his weight. “Do you want to know how to earn
clothes?”
    “ Just give me a blanket, please ,” I said, trying to get my emotions under
control.
    His hand moved to my cheek, then his mouth
was on mine once more. I went to yank my head away, but instead
froze, the words he mumbled against my lips stunning me. “You are
exactly as the American described.”
    Had I been found
out?
    A door banged, breaking through my
fear. “What are you doing?!” a male voice yelled, sounding like
Jagger.
    The man pulled away from me. “Tasting
the produce,” he said, “but this cherry is bruised. I’ve told you
not to treat the women so cruelly. There’s no need to throw them
into the van like cattle.”
    “ That’s Alberto’s doing, not
mine. And you are not to touch any of my women again.”
    “ Oh, so they are women
now? I do apologize, Jagger, I just assumed they were punching bags
with the way you treat them.”
    “ That’s the job you gave
me, so leave, I have work to