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

in
response.
    Laughing, I
loose ned my
grip, but still held onto him, the man completely helpless under my
hand. “I did warn you about the consequences of me
winning.”
    “ Let me go!” he shouted again,
his biceps straining against the ties. I knew they wouldn’t budge,
my tying skills damn good.
    “ But I like you helpless,” I
said, “all tied up for me to do whatever I like to you.” I knew
this would all come to an end when the guards entered the room, but
right now I was in control, and I was going to make him pay for
everything he did to me and my husband.
    He jerked on the ties again, his face
going redder, all the blood rushing to his head. “I’ll fucking kill
you if you don’t untie me now!”
    “ Threatening me while you are
helpless...” I let go of his cock and ran a fingernail up his
chest, purposely digging in and making it hurt, “...isn’t wise
right now.” I grabbed one of his nipples and squeezed it. He barked
out, his expression shocked. “Woof, woof, Frano, I know you’re a
dog, but barking isn’t good enough, I want to hear you scream like
you made me. Guess I can’t squeeze as hard as a nipple clamp, but I
can certainly bite harder.”
    He started shaking his head, his eyes
now wide. “Don’t you dare.”
    “ Did you say you dare
me?”
    “ Don’t be a bitch! You heard
me!”
    “ Yes, I am a bitch and since you’re always
right, I better act like one.” I lowered my head and took one of
his nipples between my teeth, Frano hopelessly trying to move away
from me. I grabbed his nuts to make him go still, which also made
him gasp, probably from the vice-like grip I had going on down
there, then with one last look at his panicked face I bit down hard
on his nipple.
    Frano hollered, his body jerking under
me.
    I let go of his nipple. “You didn’t
scream, bitch ,” I said.
    “ I’ll make you pay for this!” he
spat.
    I wiped my face. “Say
it , don’t
spray it, and just in case you get any ideas about spitting at me
like I did you, just remember spit can be used as lube.”
    His eyes bulged
out . “You
wouldn’t dare.”
    I laughed. “You said dare
again.”
    He shook his head. “No! You damn well know
what I meant!”
    I grinned. “I’m not going to
stick my
finger up there again, because that will give you pleasure, gay
boy.”
    “ I’m not gay!”
    “ Then why did you come when I
stuck my finger up your ass? Because that screams gay to me,” I
lied, because Matt loved it and he was far from gay. The thought of
my husband wiped the smile off my face.
    “ Untie me!” Frano ground
out. “Or Alberto will make you pay for this.”
    “ I don’t care.” I leaned down
and clamped my teeth around his other nipple and bit down even
harder, this time drawing blood.
    Hollering, he thrust his chest
up, probably to lessen the pain. I let go and licked his nipple
without thinking, my reaction just that: a reaction. I bit his
nipple again, making him yell out, but the man still didn’t scream
like I wanted him to. I looked up at his face. He was gritting his
teeth, his neck muscles pulled to snapping point, while his eyes
were blazing down at me, looking as though he was imagining
snapping my neck.
    I let go. “Hurts doesn’t it, bitch,” I
said, trying to control myself, the man getting me way too excited,
his pain turning me on. Maybe I had some sadist in me after all,
because I’d never been turned on like this before, revenge
definitely orgasmic.
    “ You will pay for
this ,” he
growled.
    “ Blah, blah, blah, you’re
repeating yourself now ,” I said, amused by the expression on his face,
making me imagine steam coming out of his ears, his face definitely
red enough for it. “And you need to learn to beg if you want to be
untied, not threaten or insult me, and since you aren’t being very
nice to me right now I think I will continue to punish you. Now,
what else did you do to me that I can pay you back for, fori ?” I said, accentuating the Italian