My Masters' Nightmare Season 1, Episode 2 Discovered Read Online Free PDF

I’m capable of, so don’t risk it.”
    I pushed off the bed, wincing as he tugged
my hair again. Once I was sure-footed, he let go of my hair and
shoved me towards the bathroom.
    “ Turn on the taps,” he said, his
voice commanding.
    I put the plug in, then turned on the
taps.
    “ Put some bath salts
in.”
    Like a good little slave, I did
as I was commanded. After the tub was full, I turned off the
taps.
    “ Get in,” he
said.
    I got in, hoping he wasn’t going to wash
me again.
    “ Move forward.”
    I remained still, staring up at
him.
    “ Move
forward! ” he
barked.
    I did, but stiffened as he climbed in
behind me, his hard cock sliding down my back as he got into
position, framing me with his body and legs.
    He placed the knife to my throat. “Lather
yourself up with the cream-colored soap. I like my women smelling
of vanilla.”
    I picked it up, self-conscious as he
rubbed his cock against my back. I started running the soap over my
breasts as his hand snaked around, lathering them up
more.
    “ Rest your head against my
shoulder,” he said, now breathing heavily.
    I did as I was told, looking up at his
face, the man’s pupils big, the black almost swallowing his hazel
irises. I closed my eyes, not wanting to see him—or to feel him,
but he continued to rub against me while his hand kneaded my
breasts. He took the soap off me and ran it down my stomach and
over my pussy, then dropped it as his fingers began to work me. My
eyes flashed open. I didn’t want him doing that again, and I most
certainly didn’t want him bringing me to orgasm. I went to move,
but hissed as his knife cut into the flesh of my neck.
    “ Careless,” he said, yanking my
head around. He wiped a hand over where the knife had cut, then ran
his tongue up the side of my neck, making me wonder whether he was
licking the blood. It made me grimace, my mind revolted, although
below my pussy tightened, my body giving me mixed
signals.
    “ Sit on my cock,” he said,
breathing into my ear. “And don’t make me feel like shit. I need release and
you’re going to give me it before I decide you’re not worth
keeping.”
    The knife was placed more firmly against
my neck, telling me what he would do if I didn’t obey. I pushed
myself up, hesitating as I looked down at his cock.
    “ I have fast reflexes, FBI
whore. You hurt my cock and I will penetrate you in a much less
enjoyable manner.” He placed the point of his knife near my
ass.
    I took a hold of his cock and placed it
above my pussy, then pushed down without preparing myself, not
wanting to receive any pleasure from him, pain my only consolation.
He let out a loud groan as I yelled out, the man too big for what I
had done. I went still, panting out the pain.
    “ Stupid woman,” he muttered. “If
you wish to hurt yourself, you’re doing a very good job, but for me
that was exquisite. Now, move.” He slapped my butt hard, making me
cry out in surprise. He laughed, then did it again. “Hurry up and
ride me, before I decide I want to fuck your other
hole.”
    I started moving up and down, wondering
whether I could distract him by making it feel good, then when he
came I could turn the tables. I took a hold of his balls, Frano’s
body going rigid.
    “ Be careful,” he said, running
the knife down my spine.
    “ I will.” I started
massaging him below, getting a moan in reward as I continued to
move up and down his shaft.
    Frano muttered some curses, but with a
tone declaring his pleasure. I glanced over my shoulder at him, the
man begrudgingly stunning. His black hair was damp in places, as
though he’d run a wet hand through it, while his dark olive skin
glistened under a fine sheen of water.
    He raised the knife. “Don’t even think
about it.”
    I turned away from him and
started up a rhythm a gain, his cock feeling far too good for my liking.
I bit my bottom lip hard in an attempt to distract myself from the
pleasure, but the man started moving his hips, the movement