My Masters' Nightmare Season 1, Episode 3 Read Online Free PDF

pounced on him, the man lifting his head just as my fist
struck his face. His head snapped back, hitting the concrete
flooring. It bounced, then lolled to the side, his eyes
closing.
    “ Shit,” I said, praying I hadn’t
delivered a kingpin hit, the blood coming from the back of his head
way too much. I checked his pulse, relieved to find a heartbeat,
then turned his head to check where the blood was coming from. I
breathed out, the superficial wound a messy one, but nothing to be
concerned about. He was just unconscious.
    Not knowing how much time
I had before
he regained consciousness, I grabbed him under his armpits and
heaved up, the man barely moving. “You heavy lump,” I muttered,
then dug in and yanked on him harder. His body moved a few feet,
but it strained every damn muscle in my body.
    Swiveling him around, I dragged him over to
the bed and leaned him against it. He tilted sideways. I went to
stop him from falling, but instead moved my hands away, watching as
the side of his head hit the floor, knowing he was going to have a
damn sore head when he woke up.
    I put my arms under him again and pulled
him into a bear hug, then heaved him up, his wet body making it
harder. I hugged him tighter, my abused breasts pushing into his
chest, sending a thrill through me. Bastard. I gritted my teeth
then jerked his upper body onto the bed. My hands moved down to his
ass so I could get it up there too. I stopped for a moment,
lingering on his cheeks, the firm muscle making me...
    “ Fuck you, Frano,” I said, angry I’d
copped a feel.
    I grabbed his ankles and swung his legs
onto the bed, then quickly tied his hands to the headboard. I
parted his legs and did the same to his ankles, smiling at a job
well done. He was tied up exactly like I’d been, his body strung
out and open to anything I wanted to do to him.
    I climbed between his legs, and looked
down at his cock, amused he was completely at my mercy now, there
for my revenge or entertainment. I gave his cock a squeeze, then
looked up at his face, the man not responding at all. I let go and
placed my hands on either side of his head, looking down at his
face. His black hair was wet, leaving a halo of water around his
head, while his body was making the mattress damp. I took a hold of
his chin, turning his head from side to side, wondering how he was
related to Jagger, because unconscious he looked a bit more like
him. His full lips were discolored by the blood from his bleeding
nose, which, although looking red from being punched, didn’t appear
to be broken. I considered rectifying that, but shook the idea out
of my head, because it would ruin my delicious menu of
revenge.
    I slapped him across the face, grinning as
his cheek reddened under my palm like mine had done under his. When
he didn’t open his eyes, I slapped the other side, amused at how it
made him look as though he was blushing. He groaned, but his eyes
remained closed, the sound reminding me of when he’d thrust inside
of my mouth. My pussy clenched at the memory.
    “ Wake up, you asshole.” I slapped him
again, but this time putting my wrist behind it, wishing someone
would slap the disgusting thoughts out of my head. Or if I ever
made it home, Dan should fire me, because I was doing a shit job
right now, more concerned with this bastard’s looks than what I was
sent in for. But that was going to change.
    I grabbed Frano’s cock and squeezed it
hard. Frano’s eyes shot open, the man barking out in pain, which
shot right through me. God, he looked delicious like that, his eyes
wide, his face shocked, his cheeks marked by my hand.
    Grinning wide, I loosened my
grip and massaged him below, easing off the pain for the
moment. He
stared up at me, his mouth slightly open, panting like the dog he
was. I squeezed him again.
    He let out a shout, then tried to move his
hands, but the ties held him in place. “Let me go!” he hollered,
struggling against them, the headboard creaking