by Pamela Ann
I didn’t know if I could be with Bass. He was a big mystery to me. What I felt for him was just too complex to analyze at that moment. “I…” What?
“Yes?” Bass waited until I spoke again.
“I don’t have an answer.” What happened with Carter taught me that playboys couldn’t be trusted. Bass was one, too. If I thought Carter had an army of sluts in Los Angeles, Bass Cole had an army in every country.
Bass nodded. “Right, of course,” he said in a clipped tone. He got up and left my bedroom. I stared at the closed door, wondering if he and I would ever come to a resolution.
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“What is a good performance? It lies in the hands and head of a performer... the shortest way between two people is not a straight line.”
~Earle Brown
Chapter One Hundred Twenty
The moon had just started to show when I arrived on set. Today we were filming the scene where Angela and Logan went for drinks at a local bar. The massage scene, where they initially meet, would be done tomorrow. I didn’t know why it was done backwards. I just did as I was told.
I didn’t know how it would play out with Bass tonight, especially since I didn’t see him all day yesterday or this morning. My palms were sweaty and I was so nervous. The song, “Lose Yourself” by Eminem played in my head, on repeat mind you. I just hoped I didn’t get too nervous. The last thing I needed was to get choked up and be unable to utter a damn line.
The first scene we would be filming today was an encounter between Angela and Logan. It was in a bar which would lead them to the abandoned hut where they made love for the first time.
I had read through my lines and I knew them by heart… yet, I was still anxious. The thought of getting naked for the second scene tonight in the “abandoned hut” with Bass, made me want to faint.
I spun around when I heard someone approach me. “Emma? Hi! I’m Megan. Your hair and make-up team are ready for you.”
I took her outstretched hand and followed her. I met the three people who were on my hair and make-up team–Stacy—hair, Gigi—clothes and body and Ants–short for Anton—make-up. They were all dynamic people and were excited that the shooting was finally about to start. And of course, they gushed and compared Dimitris and Bass. I stayed mum since I didn’t have anything else to add. They pretty much said everything there was to be said about their hotness and their certain body parts, in great detail.
Ants shooed me away when I was done. The gay man’s unique personality was very uplifting and he made me a little less nervous. When I came out, I saw Bass talking to a few actors that I recognized. He was laughing and joking around with them, but when our eyes met, his laughter died and he looked away.
So when Martin and the film crew indicated that we were about to start and the second assistant cameraman held the clapperboard, I zoned Emma out and channeled Angela.
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After a few drinks with Angela, Logan started to become aggressive. His large hands were caressing her thighs as he whispered in her ear, “Does the rest of your body feel like silk?
Angela laughed and clutched his thigh. “You tell me. You were the one who gave me a massage earlier. Did you think it felt like silk then?”
Logan’s hand took Angela’s and made her touch his face. Slowly, he looked at her through his lashes and with parted his lips, he sucked on her middle finger. She gasped at his brazen approach, especially since they were at a bar.
“I want to taste your silk, Angela.”
Angela just gave him a seductive smile. “You need to work a little harder than that, don’t you think?”
For the rest of the evening, Logan tried to seduce Angela. When he took her for a midnight stroll on the beach, he knew he was going to have her. He wouldn’t allow it to be any other way.
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The clapperboard woman shouted, “And cut!”
Bass left without saying a word to me. I stared at him, lost in my thoughts and simmering at the infuriating actor.
We were moved to another location and that took another hour to set up. This, though, was a smaller crew since there was a lot of nudity involved. There were only a few people allowed inside the shack—the director, camera man, sound guy and a couple of women who would hand us our robes once the scene was over.
The dynamic trio—Ants, Stacy and Gigi—took my clothes off and applied some lotion that would make me glow and my hair and make-up was retouched. The most embarrassing part? I had to lie down and spread my legs wide open so Gigi could put the vaginal pastie on properly. It was just enough to cover where my entrance was located. She said she didn’t want to have to redo it during the shoot. I was pretty sure I didn’t want to ever have to do this again. After a quick tousle of my hair, I was ready.
Wearing only a blue silk robe, I stepped out of the tent and went inside the shack. The rest of the crew would wait outside until the scene was done. I was told that this scene could take thirty minutes or up to two hours to shoot—depending on how many times we had to shoot it to get it right. Any amount of time I would have to spend with the asshat was unpalatable, given my agitated state.
Once in the shack, I was shocked to find Bass there in only a black silk robe that was slightly parted, showing off his hard chest. Not meeting his eyes, I swallowed hard. I better freaking get it together before I humiliate myself. I wished he would be at least nice to me; I wouldn’t have had a mild panic attack.
The rustic room had candles lit around the bed giving the scene a romantic ambiance. We were ordered to stand in front of the bed and kiss until we made our way onto the bed. If Martin didn’t like it, we had to redo it again and again until he was happy with it.
Standing with Bass, the robe ladies came over and took them away from our bodies. My nipples tightened at the sudden feel of air against my flushed skin. I stared at everything other than Bass, but I could still feel him watching me.
When the clapperboard woman stood up, I forced myself to suck it up. Bring it on, Bass Cole!
“In five, four…” The stage hand finished counting down with her hands in silence then pointed at us as the film began rolling.
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Logan touched Angela’s face, staring lustfully into her eyes and brushed his lips to hers. Once they started kissing, all hell broke loose. Without breaking their kiss, Logan had Angela on the bed in a matter of minutes. Parting her legs, he positioned himself on top of her as he kissed her to oblivion.
Emma, what the fuck is going on. I can’t breathe! OMG! Bass is fucking hard against me. OMG! Fuck!
Logan slowly made love to Angela, showing her the delights of his body as he licked and kissed her neck all the way to her breasts.
Lost in each other’s body, that night sealed Logan and Angela’s fate.
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“Cut!”
Immediately, the robe ladies came forth. Bass jumped out of the bed and took his robe. Before leaving the shack, he bent over and whispered in my ear, “It’s my turn.” Turn for what? To be a fucking pain in the ass?
Son of a gun! I hated him! I fumed and left to change in the tent where the dynamic trio helped me dress and wished me goodnight.
Bass was beyond infuriating. His ice-cold indifference was driving me mental!
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“Kissing is like drinking salted water. You drink and your thirst increases.”
~Chinese Proverb
Chapter One Hundred Twenty-One
When I got out of the dressing room, dressed in a short, thin-strapped cotton dress, I didn’t see Bass anywhere. I was relieved and ticked off at the same time. What kind of game was he playing with me?
“It’s my turn.” What the hell? Saying that he was frustrating was an understatement.
I spun around when I heard Martin behind me. “You did a splendid job tonight, Emma.”
Now, I was blushing. “You think so? Thank you. That means a lot.” He gave me a tired smile and tapped my shoulder.
“There’s a thunderstorm coming in to
night, but it should be clear with sunny skies tomorrow. You should grab one of the rides and head safely to your cottage. Goodnight, Emma.” With a quick wave, he and Jack walked off in a deep conversation.
Since we were on the other side of the island, a lot of the golf carts were here. When I got close to where the carts were parked, I made a last minute decision and decided to walk. It would take me longer to get to the cottage, but I needed the walk to clear my head. There was no way for me to get lost as long as I stayed on the sandy path that led to the cottages.
I took my sandals off before I started walking back and I reveled in the feel of sand between my toes. The sky let out a loud, angry grumbling sound. The weather certainly matched my mood.
I was stuck with thoughts of Bass and my brain wouldn’t shut down. My mind kept skipping back to our kiss like a broken vinyl record. It kept flashing and playing in my mind. The kiss with Bass. Just the thought of it gave me shivers. Kissing Bass for the first time tonight, even though fake, felt so fucking real to me. I trembled in his arms and I felt like I was being lifted off into another dimension. The raw feel of his bare chest against my breasts felt too delicious. His evident hard-on against my mound felt like paradise.
I wanted him so badly it had become a distraction, but I was hesitant and cautious. I just didn’t know what to do about him. Would it be wise to cross that line with Bass? He was such a lothario–hadn’t I just dealt with Carter and his man-whoreness? As disconcerting as it was to me, at the same time, I was euphoric. What was it about sexy bad boys that was just too hard to resist? The heart-pounding chase, the frustrating game and the cataclysmic surrender… it was like no other.
I rubbed my arms gently while I strolled leisurely. My skin felt damp on my hand, my body sheened with sweat. My long hair felt flat, almost losing its volume. After what seemed like two and half hours of shooting different scenes with a few that had to be reshot three times, it was no wonder I felt drained.
There were no stars or moon tonight and the sky was dark. The clouds hung low and another loud grumbling sound warned me of the storm that was coming. Most of the cottages I passed were still dark since most of the people staying in them were on the film crew, and they were still back at the set. I walked faster and sighed with relief when my cottage came into view. Where was Bass? I wondered when I saw that the cottage was completely dark.
I gathered my hair and tucked it over my right shoulder before I stepped on the four-step, pebble-cemented stairs. Once on the patio, I dropped my sandals next to the sliding glass door and shook some of the sand off my feet. Once done, I let myself in the darkened cottage. Now, where were the light switches located? It took a while for my eyes to adjust to the darkness of the living room.
“What took you so long?” I jumped from the unexpected sound of his voice.
“Bass?”
I was rooted to the spot when I saw him stride towards me, wearing only his worn out jeans. They hung low on his hips, showcasing that sexy v-line. His rock hard, perfectly contoured body stood inches away from me. My throat constricted when I heard his shallow breathing. The words of Alexander Pushkin, the Russian poet floated in my head as I met my fate and looked him straight in the eye.
Then came a moment of renaissance, I looked up - you again are there, A fleeting vision, the quintessence Of all that’s beautiful and rare.
The world around me got smaller. At that very instant, it consisted only of Bass. My body was heightened and apprehensive, every hair standing on end. My nipples tightened acutely, painfully.
When his finger lightly touched the curve of my cleavage, I closed my eyes as my body tilted a bit. My ears started ringing as my heart galloped with lightning speed. I felt drunk with lust and itched to be touched. I wanted to be possessed, marked, fucked and owned by him. I craved it. My body craved it. My soul craved it.
With my eyes closed, all of my senses centered on him. “It’s my turn, Emma,” Bass murmured. My eyes snapped open when I felt him rip the delicate strap on my right shoulder. “My turn to claim this sinful body of yours,” he ground out before he ripped the other strap.
My dress pooled to my feet. When my eyes finally met his again, Bass looked dangerous. The sweet-talking Bass that I knew last year was gone. My body, though, didn’t care. It responded with an electrifying intensity when his eyes found my breasts. They felt heavy, my nipples peaked.
His fingers grabbed the side of my thong and ripped the scrap off my body. I gasped from the slight sting I felt when it chafed my skin. At the same time, my body exalted with excitement. I felt hot liquid dripping slowly from my core in anticipation. Without breaking eye contact, he took off his pants. My teeth bit my bottom lip when I saw his fat cock spring free. Wow, my eyes simply couldn’t stop devouring the impressive size of his erection. I felt raunchy and downright nasty. On cue, his eager phallus twitched from my appraisal.
Bass started stroking his length, slowly, up and down, while I watched it grow bigger. His hardness was stretched to capacity, evidence of his fervid arousal. I was unprepared when Bass used his fingers to pinch my pebbled nipple and twisted it. Upon releasing it, he lightly slapped my breast. Oh, fuck! Pleasure bordering on pain coursed through me. My mound quivered as I clenched my thighs together. I wanted to have sex and get it over with! This foreplay was killing me!
“What are you waiting for Bass? Where do you want me?” my voice pleaded like the horny, wanton woman that I was. He let go of his cock and caressed my neck. In soft, excruciating strokes, he touched my jaw and stopped on my lips.
Bass gave me an evil smile. “Kiss me, Emma.”
God, yes! Wetting my lips slowly, I pulled his arm and pushed him hard against the wall. It was my turn now.
Pressing my fevered body against his hard masculine one, I hastily pulled his face towards me. His hands wrapped around me while I cupped his jaw. I wanted to eat those lips of his like there was no tomorrow since he had deprived me of it for so long. However, when our lips touched for the second time tonight, the animalistic kiss I expected turned slow and sweet. Ever so lightly, he used the tip of his tongue to open my mouth to him. I kissed him with every feeling that I felt, everything that I believed in and everything that was in me. The sweet slow kisses tilted my axis. He was my kismet.
I moaned against him when he sucked on my tongue. I ran my nails down his back, grazing him. Bass shifted our positions and had me against the wall instantly. With our lips kissing and our tongues sparring, he swiftly lifted me up. He shoved me, pinning me against the wall while my legs clutched his hips. His cock twitched when it touched my wet folds. I used my hips to grind my parted folds against the tip of his shaft, but he lifted me upwards, not wanting my pussy to touch his penis.
“Bass… I can’t wait anymore.” With strength and determination, Bass carried me to the outdoor canopy bed. He hovered over me and I just wanted to die from the electrifying feel of him.
The loud clapping of thunder broke out in the background, but I was beyond caring about anything other than this man. I felt him lower his body and part me wide open, both heels on the bed. Bass stuck two fingers inside me while his tongue teased my nub and folds. I whimpered when his ministrations became fervent and I couldn’t stand the feeling. I sat up and pulled his lips to mine and kissed him while he finger fucked me. I felt the first drop of rain on my shoulder, but it didn’t stop us. Rain couldn’t stop me, not even a storm.
The smell of him and the feel of his heat were overwhelming my senses. I was rapturous. I licked the raindrops, which were coming in sideways, off Bass’s neck and sucked on his earlobe.
“Emma, I want you so fucking much,” he hissed.
Bass moaned when I started to go down on him, biting and nipping his skin. Without the help of my hands, I lowered my mouth to capture the thick throbbing head of his cock. My tongue made slow impassioned circular motions, before I hollowed my cheeks to take him deeper. With the way Bass was hissing and moaning, I didn’t care if I gagged or not, as lo
ng as I was pleasuring him. I loved watching this man become undone by my mouth alone.
Relaxing my throat, I took him deeper and he hit the back of my throat. “Fuck, Emma!” Bass hissed in between pants.
Excellent, I’m not finished with you yet. I thought silently. I quickly shook my head as his member swiftly shot back and forth in my mouth, the tip of his shaft sensitive to the ridged muscles on the back of my throat. I used my hand to pull his ball sack as my tongue spiraled along with my bobbing head. Bass groaned before he pulled me off of his cock.
He stood up, pulled me out of the bed and guided me to the cemented railing. “Spread your legs open, bend over and rest your elbows on the rail,” he commanded. I sucked in a breath. All this anticipation was driving me insane. I felt him behind me. “You’re so beautiful, Emma. You’ve been my living nightmare,” Bass hissed in my ear as he stuck his fingers inside of my hot, hungry channel again. My ass pushed down on his hand. I wanted more, dammit! I closed my eyes and concentrated on the glorious feeling his fingers were giving me.
“How does your pussy like to be fucked, Emma?”
At this point, he could do as he pleased. “It doesn’t matter.”
Bass’s deep, fuck me voice broke into my thoughts again. “You’re so tight, Emma. Do you think your pussy can handle my cock?” I shook my head in response. No, I didn’t think so, but I didn’t care. “Do you want me to rip you apart? Make this sweet, little pussy stretch while you wince in the pain with pleasure it will give you?”
“YES! PLEASE!” I begged.
The rain hadn’t stopped and we were both soaked. My pussy was soaked and out of control. I groaned in agony when I felt his other hand circle around my anus. What was he waiting for? I was way past ready.
The thunder rumbled again, a little longer this time. His lips pressed against my back when I heard him, “I will fuck you on one condition, Emma.”
