My Masters' Nightmare Season 1, Episode 7 Connections (2 page)

He stared at me for a moment, then let go
of the chair, allowing me to take it.

I put
the chair down and placed an arm
around his waist, wanting to reassure him. “Let’s go back to your
room,” I said, relieved he didn’t pull away from me.

We moved forward, Jagger keeping his eyes
on the soldier. The soldier allowed us to pass without trouble,
shadowing us as we headed for the staircase. Wanting a barrier
between the two men, I shifted Jagger in front of me. At the top of
the staircase, Jagger stopped abruptly, making me bang into him. He
stepped to the side, keeping his back to the wall, his gaze
alternating between two more soldiers, the place filled with the
intimidating men. There was one by the entrance and another one
blocking our way to the main staircase.

I grabbed Jagger’s arm, afraid he was
going to panic. “Calm down, Jagger, they’re not going to hurt
you.”

His disbelieving gaze shot to
the
door
that led to west wing staircase. A man emerged from it, though this
one was obviously not a soldier. “What’s happening?” the man asked.
He had spiky black hair with red tips and was only wearing a towel,
and a small one at that. The rest of his skin was bare, except for
some nipples rings and the scary tattoos covering his muscular
arms, torso, and thighs. He wasn’t just sporting a six-pack; he had
a frigging eight-pack. He turned to one of the guards, giving me a
partial view of his back, and good Lord, there were even more
tattoos, the colorful images glinting with body piercings. Although
I hadn’t seen him before, I knew he must be the new slave trainer
the Don had mentioned: Alessandro Santini, which meant he could
help Jagger, because the soldier behind us wasn’t doing his job.
Maybe he had tricked me, knowing there would be other soldiers up
here ready to grab poor Jagger.

“
Please
tell them to back away from Jagger,”
I said to Alessandro. “I will help him to his room, the guards just
need to be aware they can’t come near him,” I added, knowing
Jagger’s fear of burly men stemmed from Alberto. After Alberto’s
attack on Jagger, the soldiers had tried to move Jagger to his
room, but he’d lost it, screaming at them like a terrified child.
He’d only calmed down after Frano had offered to help him instead.
Jagger had been too hurt to get there on his own, what Alberto had
done to him beyond cruel. Although the bruises had started to fade
on his body, the damage to his soul was irreversible.

Alessandro’s gaze moved between the
soldiers. “Why are you attacking the Don’s cousin?” he asked. His
voice was low, almost threatening. If anything he looked scarier
than the Landi soldiers, those tattoos of his depicting the fiery
depths of Hell.

The soldier who’d brought us
upstairs stepped forward.
“He attacked the Don,
signor.
”

“
It was a misunderstanding,” I
spoke up as Alessandro turned his intense gaze on
Jagger.

“
It doesn’t matter; if he
attacked the Don he must be restrained,” Alessandro said. “Take
care of it.”

The closest soldier moved towards Jagger.
Pulling free from me, Jagger dodged him and took off, heading
through the opening that led onto the lounge and dining-room, my
lover moving too fast for the soldier to grab him. Two of the
soldiers took off after him. Jagger disappeared through the kitchen
doors. I went to follow, worried that the men would hurt him. The
scarred soldier who’d brought us up grabbed me, yanking me back. I
screamed and hit out at him.

Alessandro
moved to my side, taking a hold
of my other arm. “Return to your post; I’ll deal with her,” he
said, leveling the soldier with a heated stare. He was as tall as
the Landi man, but much more muscular.

The soldier
released me and headed out the
front door, closing it behind him.

I
attempted to pull free from
Alessandro, but he tightened his grip. “Ouch!” I yelped. “Let go of
me!”

He looked both ways, then pulled me over
to the door that led to Jagger’s cells. I tried to yank free. “Let
go!” I screamed.

He turned
and pushed me up against the
wall, then bent down, his face inches from mine, the man having to
stoop low.

“
Are you Honey?” he
asked.

Absolutely
terrified, I nodded. He had
violet eyes, a color I’d never seen on a person before.

He smiled, the expression softening his
face. “My father wanted to buy you.”

I flinched. “I’m not for
sale.”

His smile widened.
“A
sk me why
he wanted to buy you.”

I clamped my mouth shut,
the answer obvious.
The D’Angelos sold sex slaves.

Alessandro placed his mouth
next to my ear. “If you don’t answer me, you’ll lose your
liberties,
fighetta
,
because you’re still a slave whether you tend to wounds or
cocks.”

“
Sex,” I croaked
out.

“
How nice of you to ask.”
He kissed my ear,
making me shiver. “I’d love to have sex with you. Let’s go to my
room, it’ll be more discreet.”

I
jerked my head to the side. “No, I
meant your father would want to buy me for sex.”

“
Yeah, you were meant to be my
birthday present, but Alberto refused to sell you. And now he’s
gone, I expect you in my bedroom on the 29
^th
wrapped in a red bow and
nothing else.”

“
I’m Jagger’s.”

“
No, you’re mine in seven days,
and if the Don wants to keep me happy, he’ll grant my birthday
wish.”

“
He promised me
Jagger.”

“
You won’t want him after you
see this.” He stepped back and dropped his towel.

My eyes shot to his cock. It was huge,
rock hard, and had a large ring through its head.

He took a h
old of the monster. “Imagine
what this would feel like inside of your tight
figa
,” he said, flicking the
ring.

My eyes shot back to his face.
He was smirking at me
like this was all a joke, as though Jagger wasn’t
out there, scared half to death. “I’m not for sale, so leave me
alone,” I said, going to leave. He shadowed me, blocking my way,
that annoying grin on his face widening. “Stop causing trouble,” I
snapped, my nerves now completely frayed.

“
Oh,
you’re feisty
. I like that.”

“
This isn’t a
joke!”

“
I know; it’s
foreplay.”

“
I’m a nurse, not a
sex
slave!”

“
My cock needs nursing, because
you’re giving me blue balls.”

“
Treat yourself!” I tried to
move the other way, but he continued to shadow me. “Stop doing
that!”

He laughed. “You’re amusing. Now, be more
welcoming and drop your panties.”

“
What is wrong with
you?!”

“
I’ve got a terminal case
of
I-needa-fuck-a-chick-every-hour
or my cock explodes.”

“
I don’t care! Let me
leave!”

“
You
need to work on your bedside manner,
and you should be wearing a tight nurse’s outfit that cuts off
right below your ass and pushes your tits out.”

“
I’m a professional nurse not
some prostitute.”

He laughed. “You look so sweet when you’re
angry, but I think you’d look sweeter at the end of my
cock.”

Beyond my tolerance, I charged at him,
yelling: “Get out of my way!”

He grabbed me and pushed me into the wall,
pressing his body up against mine, the feel of his hard cock
against my stomach sending me into a panic. I screamed.

He clamped a hand over my
mouth
. “Calm
down, I’m not going to hurt you, I’m just teasing.”

“
What’s happening here?!” a
woman yelled.

My eyes shot to
the opening that
led onto the lounge and dining-room. The black-haired slave was
heading for us, although I was starting to doubt whether she was
one, because she was wearing clothes, a privilege slaves weren’t
given. She was dressed in a pair of grey pants and a pink blouse,
and had a soldier with her, the man looking like her own personal
bodyguard.

H
er angry glare moved to Alessandro. “Get
away from her.”

Still holding me,
Alessandro glanced
at the woman. “Run along, this doesn’t concern you.”

“
Last warning, release her and
get back downstairs,
puttano.
”

Alessandro smiled.
“Oh, I’m definitely
a whore and proud of it.”

The wo
man charged up to Alessandro. “I
said, release her!”

“
You said last warning, but you
repeated yourself. Make up your mind,
donna
.”

“
I’m no ordinary
‘woman’ and I
demand you let her go now.”

“
I don’t take orders from
arrogant
troie
.”

The woman’s eyes widened. “How dare you
insult me? I’m the Don’s fiancée!”

“
One can’t account for taste,
but then again, I was told he liked
troie
.”

“
I am not a bitch, you
insulting
stronzo
! Pack your bags and leave this house immediately, you’re
fired,” the woman said, looking ready to explode.

“
You can’t fire me, only the Don
can, and I’m
of value to him, so I wouldn’t try to dispose of me so
quickly.”

The woman sneered at him. “I thought I
recognized you. You’re Alessandro Santini.”

“
In the flesh.” Frowning, he
glanced down at his cock. “
Merde
, look what you’ve done. I’m completely soft now,
and I’m never soft, which means you must be a Donatelli. Only
that
famiglia di abominazioni
can turn me off.”

Her hand clenched, the woman
looking like she wanted to strike him. “Your
famiglia
are abominations, not mine! So,
hand back my sisters: the Don’s orders.”

“
Do I look like
a messenger? Go
tell them yourself. And don’t worry, they won’t touch you.
Obviously you don’t look like your sisters, otherwise they wouldn’t
want them, unless my grandfather got bored and wanted a bit of
entertainment. His eyesight’s failing, so he’s not so
picky.”

Alessandro’s head whipped to
the side, the woman’s slap sounding loud. He touched his reddened
cheek, his
violet eyes sparkling. “That made my cock twitch; maybe you
do have value after all.”

The woman raised her hand again, then
dropped it. She stepped closer to Alessandro, angling her face up
to his. He remained still, appearing amused, then he hissed. I
glanced down at the woman’s hand, my eyes widening at what she was
doing to him. She was squeezing his cock, the look on her face both
vicious and victorious.

“
You do as I say,” she snarled,
“or I will make your stay here very painful.”

Alessandro tilted his head
back, his expression erotic.
“
Mio Dio
,” he breathed out, “that feels amazing. Twist my balls
too.”

The woman quickly let go, her face
shocked. “How did that not hurt you?” she said, stepping away from
him.

“
I like pain, it’s better than
drugs.” His hand went to his cock, which had hardened again. “Now I
know why the Don likes you. You may not be a looker, but fuck me,
I’d let you make me come any day.”

Italian words flew from her
mouth
, then
she spun around and stormed out of the room, the soldier trailing
close behind.

Alessandro
started laughing. “Well, that
took care of her.” He turned to me. “By the way, I lied, she is
hot, but
mio
Dio
,
I couldn’t pass up an opportunity to piss off a
Donatelli.”

“
I don’t care, just let me go.
Jagger needs me.”

“
Only if you kiss my Prince
Albert. I want to see if it turns into a frog.”

“
I’m not kissing your
penis.”

“
No, babe, it’s not called a
penis, it’s a coc
k
,”
he said, emphasizing the k.

“
Let me go!”

“
Calmati
.”

“
What does
calmati
mean?”

“
Calm down.”

“
I will not calm down until you
let me go!”

He
released my arm. “There’s no need to
go Donatelli on me.”

I stood still, surprised he’d let me
go.

A grin spread across his face.
“It’s called raw magnetism. T
hat’s why you’re not moving. You want
me.”