by Pamela Ann
His eyes darkened and he looked downright wicked.
Bass gave me a devilish grin and instantly plucked me up and carried me inside my bedroom. He got us inside in a heartbeat and put me down on the floor, standing.
“Don’t move. Let me do everything.”
I like this Bossy Bass, I excitedly mused.
“Lift your arms.” I did as I was told. Bass carefully took off my clothes. He was standing behind me as he pulled my hair to the side. Only wearing my skimpy thong, his forefinger caressed the base of my neck…all the way down to the base of my spine. That gave me goose bumps all over. I just wanted to feel tonight and not think. This might be the only time with Bass…if at all. With my neck exposed, his lips softly kissed it. His hands softly slid off my underwear while he trailed kisses on my back. I tensed when he kissed the crevice of my butt and stuck out his tongue.
Whoa, there!
“Step aside and bend over with your hands touching your toes.”
Ummm, What?! I was a bit skeptical but still followed his commands.
I was bent over with my ass up in the air while I clutched my toes as if my life depended on it.
From the base of my butt’s crevice, his thumb slowly glided down. Down on my sensitized section…I gasped when his thumb grazed by anus…it went further until he reached my pussy and directly jabbed his thumb inside me. I shockingly gasped.
“Do you like what I’m doing to you, Emma?” He asked while his ministrations got frenzied.
I moaned. FUCK. YES!
I closed my eyes and savored the heavy pounding of my heart and the throbbing of my pussy as he became relentless.
I want more….
He pulled out his thumb and inserted it in my anus. I tensed but before I could manage to protest, he stuck another finger inside my pussy. Ah, shit! His finger was twirling and sliding in and out of me. He was taking some of my juices out and slathered it on my outer pussy lips.
“Do you want more?” Bass rasped out.
Do I want more? Was he loco? I wouldn’t be in this bent over position if I didn’t! “As much as you can give me,” I implored.
Bass pulled out his fingers. I sighed when he lifted me off and carefully placed me on the edge of the bed. Bass knelt before me and slid the lower half of my body a tad off the bed. I bit my bottom lip as I stared at him. My carnal body exalted for him, responding and aching for him to touch me. Spreading me wide open, he folded my legs and looked at me. “Hold on to your legs. Don’t let go until I tell you to, understand?” Bass asked as he pressed both of his hand on my inner thighs and pushed them open further. Since when did I become so flexible? The sides of my folded legs were touching the bed, all wide and all accessible to him.
Anything you ask, I’ll do. “I won’t let go until you tell me to do so.”
The wicked smile of his resurfaced again. “Good girl, Emma.”
The look of Bass alone in this licentious state gave me a euphoric high. If I thought he looked like a badass sex-god before, I was much more blown away with this wicked Bass before me. It was the light and the dark side of him meshed together.
Bass pulled something out of his pocket and opened a tiny can of Altoids, the sugar-free kind. Ah…why does he need breath mints?
He popped six tiny blue squares in his mouth and placed the rest next to me. His azure eyes glittered before me as he focused on my over-exposed genitalia. I watched as his lips puckered and slowly blew his minty breath on my pussy all the way down to my anal hole and then back up again. I shivered, holy awesomesauce!
The tip of his minty tongue ran through my pussy with one quick swipe. The minty feel made my labia tingle like it was on fire. I clenched my vaginal muscles. I was trying to control my body because it was on the verge of combusting from the thrill and anticipation of Bass’s ravaging tongue.
He reached out and took two more Altoids and inserted them inside me. His hot lashing tongue followed suit. I yelped. All the minty/fiery/cool/wet sensations and the ministrations of his tongue made me lose control. I lifted my hips off the bed, wanting him to keep going and at the same time I wasn’t sure if I could handle it. Bass focused on my nub and started to slowly nip the sides of my wet folds.
“Bassss!” I screamed when he inserted his middle and forefinger inside my pussy and his thumb in my back door entrance. Anal sex/foreplay was something I haven’t experienced. It was taboo and I didn’t think it would play a major part during sex, but Bass proved me wrong.
With his tongue lashing around my outer core, his finger fucking my pussy was another thing. He didn’t move it in and out of me, but instead, he hooked his fingers like a grapnel and zeroed in on my g-spot. With his thumb stuck inside my anus, his tongue twisting and flicking while his teeth bit me in between, Bass was abso-fucking-lutely relentless on me.
I was a fucking shipwreck…sinking further down, drowning from all the shocking tremors that were vibrating through my body in waves. The more I thrashed and moaned, Bass became even more feral, unleashing those teeth of his, biting me. If I thought it couldn’t get any crazier, he pulled out his thumb and used his free middle finger to trace my pussy juice down to my ass. Sliding it down, wetting it before he stuck his middle finger in my anal entrance. I bellowed when he started it all over again. It didn’t take that long before my orgasm rocked me over and over and over again. Back to back to back. The crazy multiple orgasms made me see stars.
“Bass, please, stop. I can’t take it anymore. I want you in my mouth,” I begged and sobbed at the same time because he wasn’t letting off. I don’t know if I could handle another round of orgasms. I was already dying, the next batch would surely put me six-feet under.
When Bass finally came away from my mound and ass, his lips were cherry red, my wetness glistening on his mouth and chin. His smile was devious. From the top slit of my pussy lips he stuck out his tongue and slowly licked me going upwards. Past my navel, the valley of my breasts, my chest and my neck and stopped on the tip of my chin. I gasped when I felt his hot tongue trace my lips in such a slow, sweet, lingering motion. I was praying for him to kiss me but instead, he gave the tip of my nose a kiss.
What? There was no way we’re done here! I wanted to touch that fat monster. I’ve been dying to since I saw him naked that night we swam. I reached down to unbuckle his jeans but he moved sideways.
“No, don’t do this,” I begged. How could he not want to finish this off after what just happened between us?
He stared at me, eyes flicking back and forth. “Be with me, Emma,” Bass rasped out.
I don’t know with Bass. He’s a big mystery for me. What I felt for him was just too complex to analyze.
“”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, Bass Cole has an army in each country.
Bass nodded. “Right, of course,” he said in a clipped tone.
He then got up and left my bedroom.
I stared at him wondering if he and I would ever come to a resolution.
“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
33
The moon had just started to show up when I arrived at the set, the set where Angela and Logan go for drinks at a local bar. The massage scene would be done tomorrow (where they first initially met, Logan as the masseuse). I don’t know why it was done backwards. I just do as I’m told.
Martin had about hundred extras brought to the island on a ferry so the bar would look like a tourist trap.
I don’t know how this will play out with Bass tonight. Since my palms are sweaty and all…the song Lose Yourself by Eminem kept playing in my head, on repeat, mind you. Ha! To think the song actually fits. I just hoped that I would not be t
oo nervous. The last thing I needed was to get choked up and not utter a damn line.
The first scene was for Angela to approach Logan at the bar and offer to buy him a drink. They chat and so forth. Logan starts to caress Angela’s legs. He then invites her for a walk (in their drunken state) and they ended up in an abandoned cottage where they eventually make love for the first time.
I have read through my lines and I know it by heart…yet I am still anxious.
Especially since I didn’t see Bass all day yesterday or this morning and we were going to shoot our first scene tonight!
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 to get my make-up done. There were three of them. It consisted of Stacy, for hair, Gigi, for my body and clothes and Ants (Anton) for my make-up. They were all dynamic and pretty much excited that we were all starting the shoot. And of course, they gushed and compared Dimitris and Bass. I stayed mum since I didn’t know what else to add. They pretty much said everything there was to be said about their hotness and their certain body parts, in great detail.
It seemed that I would be wearing a lot of short flowy dresses in this film. The thought of getting naked for the second scene tonight in the “abandoned hut” with Bass made me want to faint.
Ants shooed me away when I was done. The gay man’s unique personality was actually very uplifting. When I came out, I saw Bass talking to a few actors that I’d met through Ross Maitland. He was laughing and joking about. 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 when the second assistant camera held the clapperboard, I zoned Emma out and channeled Angela.
After a few drinks with Angela, Logan starts to become aggressive. His large hands caress the sides of her silken legs while he laughed and whispered sweet nothings in her ear. “Does the rest of your body feel like silk?”
Angela laughed and clutched on 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, parted his lips and sucked on her middle finger. She gasped at his brazen approach, especially since they were at a bar. “I want to penetrate and 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 tries to seduce Angela. When he takes her for a midnight stroll on the beach, he knew he was going to have her. He wouldn’t allow it otherwise.
Clapperboard woman, “And cut!”
Without a word, Bass just left and went to go and get some refreshments while they fixed his hair and make-up. While I, just stared at him, lost in my thoughts and simmering at the infuriating actor.
We were moved to another location and that took another hour. 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, the sound guy and a couple of women who would hand us our robes once the shoot was done.
The dynamic trio (Ants, Stacy and Gigi) took my clothes off and applied some lotion that would make me glow. My hair and make-up was retouched. The most embarrassing part? Gigi had to make me lie down and spread me open so she can put the vagina pastie, properly. It was just enough to cover where my entrance was located but the rest was bare. She said she didn’t want to have it move when Bass and I were dry humping. I wasn’t sure if I would mind if that ever happened. After a few quick tousles on my hair, I was ready.
Wearing only a silk blue robe, I strode out of the tent and went inside the shack. The rest of the crew waited outside until the scene was done. They said that it could take a good thirty minutes if everything went well or it could take two hours if we had to reshoot scenes. Neither option was palatable given my agitated state.
Once in the shack, I was shocked to find Bass there only with a black silk robe on with the slit cracked, showing his hard chest. Not meeting his eyes, I swallowed. I better freaking get it together or else this would be over for me. How I wished things were different. If he was being nice at least I wouldn’t be having a mild panic attack.
The room had only a few candle sticks making the ambiance of the rusty-feel and romantic.
We were ordered to stand before the bed and kiss from there then hop on the bed. If Martin didn’t like it, we had to redo it again.
Standing with Bass, the robe ladies came over and took it away from our bodies. My nipples tightened at sudden feel of air against my flushed skin. I stared at everything other than Bass. But I could feel him, watching.
When the Clapperboard woman came, I forced myself to suck it up. Bring it on, Bass Cole!
“One, two, three ACTION!”
Logan touched Angela’s face, staring lustfully into her eyes. It didn’t take long for his lips to brush hers. Once they did, all hell broke loose. Logan took Angela’s body and had her on the bed in a minute all the while he kept kissing her. 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 her body as he licked and kissed neck all the way to her breasts.
Lost in each other’s body, that night sealed Logan and Angela’s fate.
“Cut!”
Immediately, the robe ladies came forth and Bass jumped out of the bed with his nude Lycra cock-sock, took his robe and left the shack. But before he did, he bent over in my ear and whispered, “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!
“Kissing is like drinking salted water. You drink and your thirst increases.”
- Chinese Proverb
34
When I got out of the dressing room, dressed and changed into my 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’s 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 tonight 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. But when I almost got to where the carts were parked, I continued on walking. It might take me a lot longer to get back but I needed the walk. It’s not like I was going to get lost or anything. All I had to do is stay on the sand and it would eventually lead me to the cottage. I took off my sandals and held them hanging on one hand.
Strolling, I lavished on the feel of sand between my toes. The sky let out a loud angry grumbling sound. The weather certainly matched my mood.
I’m stuck and my brain wouldn’t shut down. My mind kept rewinding like a broken DVD player. It kept flashing and playing in my mind.
The kiss with Bass.
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 breast
s felt too delicious. His evident hard-on against my mound felt like paradise.
I want him to distraction.
But I am hesitant and cautious.
I just don’t know how to go about it. I don’t know if it’s wise to cross that line with Bass. He was such a lothario. But as disconcerting that is to me, at the same time, I was euphoric. What is it about sexy bad boys that were just 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, sheened with sweat. My long hair felt flat and had lost all 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. The sky was dark and it hung low. 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 who opted to stay in them were the film crew; most of them were still back at the set. I paced faster and sighed with relief when I could see the cottage not far ahead.
Where was Bass? I wondered when I saw that the cottage was dark with no lights on.
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.