by Pamela Ann
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 long 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 agon
y 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.”
I stilled. “What condition?”
“You give me your body the entire time we are here, day and night. I want it available to me at all times. No one else gets to touch it, but me. Allow me to fuck my addiction of you, in your mouth and in your sweet cunt. I want sole ownership, Emma.” I felt him withdraw his fingers and position the tip of his fat cock on my entrance.
FUCK! ME! Damn you.
Us together for four months, day in and day out. What happened when we got back to L.A.? Would we be friends or foes? Do you really want to think about that right now? I think not. “Yes…”
My eyes widened and my mouth opened when I felt his large cock pierce me with one hard, obliterating thrust. “Perfect answer, you are mine now.”
Even with all of my abundant wetness, he had a hard time sliding it all the way home. “Hell, Emma. If I had known you’d feel like this, I wouldn’t have let you go,” Bass muttered as he took hold of my hips and forcefully took me harder, filling me to the brim. I felt the sting of my pussy being ripped apart and stretched open painfully, but the overwhelming ecstasy it gave me in return was breathtaking.
“Open your eyes and look ahead. Don’t ever tear your eyes away until we’re done.” I nodded and opened my eyes. The Aegean Sea was dark and foreboding. Black thick clouds rumbled and terrifying bolts of lightning lit up the sky. The thunderstorm was dangerous and beautiful; Mother Nature at her finest. My body shook when Bass started to pound his cock into me harder. I cried out when he slapped my ass, hard. “Keep staring at the tumultuous, thrilling beauty of nature in its rawest, pure, majestic form. This is what you do to me. You are like a thunderstorm. This is how I feel about you.”
I sobbed in pleasure when Bass turned manic and furious. Fuck! He was monstrous. Every stroke was a new hit of sensation. It was madness, but it still wasn’t enough.
“Bass, I’m losing it here. Just fucking finish me off already because I don’t think I can take this anymore!”
Without a word, he placed his hand around the back of my neck, gave me one last powerful thrust and shattered me. I screamed as my orgasm annihilated me. My body took what he gave until he couldn’t hold off any longer. I clenched my muscles to heighten his orgasm more as he shot his load inside my womb. My body quivered when his cock pulsated inside of me. Wow, that was mind-altering sex. I couldn’t believe I had passed this up.
He kissed my shoulder and pulled out. I happily sagged against him as he carried me inside the house and went straight to my bedroom. Standing, he grabbed a towel and dried me first, then him.
“I know we should shower, but I want to be close to you for a little bit longer.” He pulled me towards the bed, his big arms enveloped me.
“Bass?” I’ve been dying to know.
“Hmm?” He responded, holding me tighter.
“What did you mean when you said you wouldn’t have let me go?”
His fingers kept stroking the side of my arm, I loved being with him. “That last night in my bed, I wanted to tighten my arms around you and never let you leave me.”
HUH? “What do you mean? You were asleep.” I even remember saying he was in a deep coma-like sleep. I remembered it clearly… like it had just happened yesterday.
“I wasn’t.”
No fucking way. Was he serious? “You looked like you were asleep.”
“I’m an actor, Emma.” Damn.
“But why did you let me go then, if you clearly didn’t want to?”
He took a while responding. I listened to his heartbeat while I waited. “You needed me to let go of you at the time. Carter was in your life, but even with or without him, I felt that you needed to find your own happiness. I didn’t want to sacrifice your happiness for my own.” Shit. What does any of that mean? That he cares for me… a lot?
“So… a thunderstorm, huh? I don’t know how to take that.”
Bass kissed the back of my earlobe. “You simply struck me without warning.” I melted and burned like hot molten lava. He started nipping my neck as he rolled his body on top of mine.
“I want you again, Bass,” I moaned as I opened my legs to accommodate him and guided his semi-aroused cock into my entrance.
“Emma,” he whispered against my ear when his head penetrated me. I moaned at the sore, pleasurable feel.
He felt so… so good!
“Don’t make me fall for you, Emma.”
“You won’t.” I cried out when he entered me roughly. I glorified at the feel of him. Yes!
Bass started kissing the side of my face and my earlobe. Then he whispered, “What if it’s already too late?”
~E~
“When feelings of abandonment and betrayal arise with a soul mate, they do not last. Once soul mates achieve an ultimate level of symbiosis and serenity with each other, it remains forever.”
~Linda Brady
Acknowledgments
To my Mom, need I say how awesome you are? Your unrelenting support keeps me going. YOU. ARE. THE. BEST! I love you.
To Cami Hesnault and Tia-Marie (spanking brand new Author), you guys are the best!!! Thank you for all the input and ideas. The late night convos made my writing during the wee hours much more interesting and entertaining. This novel wouldn’t have been the same without you two! I thank both of you from the bottom of my heart.
To the readers, I wouldn’t be writing if it weren’t for all the love and support. This has been such an amazing experience. Thank you for giving me the pleasure of making your imagination soar and drift away. I hope it was an entertaining experience!
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Pamela Ann xo
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SCORNFULLY HERS
(TORN SERIES NOVELLA)
Pamela Ann
Scornfully Hers
(A Torn Series Novella)
Pamela Ann
Copyright © 2013 by Pamela Ann
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Acknowledgements
To the ladies at Chasing BASSphemous and The Mighty Knightly (Cami & Kimberly’s Baby) Facebook Forum: Toni and to the rest of Team Carter Mason, thank you for the idea. YOU. LADIES. ROCK.
Tia-Marie, Cami Hesnault, Beck Sewell, Melissa Gabbard-Gill, Kimberly Harris and to Kirstie Hicks, I’m forever grateful for the honest feedbacks and the ever-growing friendship we’re all building. I can’t thank you ladies enough.
Debbie Diprima, Ashley Suzanne, Josie Melendez,love the input and opinions :)
To my family and friends, thank you.
Do you believe a man can truly love a woman and constantly betray her? Never mind physically but betray her in his mind, in the very poetry of his soul? Well, it's not easy but men do it all the time.
- Mario Puzo
Lust At First Glance
“Carter! Wait up.”
I saw a familiar looking girl coming towards me. What was her name? Brenda? Bailey? I knew it started with a B. “Hey, what’s up?” I g
ave the somewhat nameless woman a nod, still walking towards the parking lot.
“It’s Bess, in case you forgot, we met at Russo’s hot tub party a couple months back? I heard you’re throwing a party tonight. Can my gals and I come along?” The dirty blonde with blue-green eyes and an easy smile asked with an annoying giggle.
Bess… of course, didn’t I spend the night making out with her?
“Yeah, it’s cool. It starts at ten. It should be posted online.” I quickly glanced at her, but when I saw that she looked like she wanted to say more, I cut her off. “Listen, I gotta go. I’ll see you tonight.”
“Okay. It’s nice to see you again!” Bess waved at me. I barely nodded in her direction before rushing towards my truck.
Turning on the engine and the air conditioning, I leaned against the headrest and shut my lids, trying to calm myself. Today I had woken up with a heavy emptiness inside; maybe it was from the heavy, back-to-back partying on a daily basis for the last few months. Top that with soccer and I guess I could only pin it down as fatigue. It’d been happening a lot lately. Feeling that way wasn’t something I dwelled on, but when I did, like right now, I wanted to smash something.
Taking my phone out of my pocket, I called my sister. After the first ring, she instantly picked up. “Hey.”
