WineBar: The Complete Story

by Alexis Angel

  Kane

  Jesus Christ, that fight. There’s no way Sasha doesn’t know about my dinner with Alberta. I have to explain. But I also need to make sure she’s okay.

  I make my way to her dressing room and knock on the door.

  Laurel answers.

  With one hand on her hip she says, “You better have a damn good explanation for why you didn’t poison Alberta over dinner.”

  Seriously. “Can’t say I disagree with you, Laurel.”

  She doesn’t move. She’s blocking the door, protecting Sasha, no doubt, but I need to see her and talk to her face to face, not through Laurel.

  “Can I come in? Please? Let me explain.”

  She scrutinizes me for a minute, her lips pursed, and then I hear Sasha’s sweet voice come from behind the door where I can’t see her. “Let him in.”

  When Laurel moves, I make my way in and take Sasha by the shoulders. I want to pull her against me and kiss her until she can’t think straight, but I know I have some explaining to do.

  “Listen, Sasha. You have to know that I would never go out with Alberta. Even if I didn’t have feelings for you. But especially not after the night we spent together. You know that, right?”

  She gives me a small smile. “You have feelings for me?”

  I nod. “I do. I think you know that, too.”

  “Then what’s really going on, Kane?”

  I lead her to her sofa and sit down next to her. “Alberta hired a private investigator to follow us. They got a video of you and me in the pool. A very condemning video. As in, there’s no way to deny what’s going on between us. With Ryan’s strict no sex on set policy, the minute that thing hits the Internet, you’d be fired. It was blackmail, pure and simple. Alberta wanted me to spend the day with her and take her to dinner as payment for her not posting the video. But now I see what her real plan was. She knew that if she got me to take her out, it would be all over the tabloids and gossip sites. She was right. And upsetting you was exactly what she wanted. It’s all about you, Sasha. She’s jealous of you. She wants to ruin your career, ruin whatever we have going on between us, and most of all, hurt you personally. I hope it hasn’t come to that. Any of it.”

  Sasha sighs, dejected. “Does it really matter at this point? After the fight we just had and the way I pummeled the shit out of Alberta, I’m going to be fired anyway. It was all for nothing.”

  It breaks my heart to see her so sad. I can’t even imagine what she must be feeling thinking that her career has just gone down the drain before it ever really took off.

  “That’s not going to happen, Sasha,” I tell her firmly. “I’m going to find a way to sort this out. I promise you that.”

  I take her face in my hands and stare into her eyes, hoping she believes me. There’s a glimmer of hope in her eyes, and I can tell that she trusts me. It makes me feel incredible. Just that little bit of faith that she’s placing in my word.

  And I know I won’t let her down. I’m not going to let Alberta and her shenanigans and manipulations, or Ryan and his stupid-as-fuck policy, ruin this. Not what we have together, not her career, nothing.

  “I swear we’ll find a way to make this right, baby,” I tell her, lowering my mouth to hers to kiss away all her worries. Fuck, if Laurel weren’t standing right there witnessing the whole scene, I might just rip Sasha’s clothes right off and make her forget anything else but me and my cock and the way I can make her feel.

  But we don’t have time for that. “We need to go, Sasha. We’re shooting the scene for the finale and we’re due in makeup right now.”

  She nods and stands with me, lacing her fingers with mine. At this point, I’m not sure I even want to hide what’s going on between us, and it looks like she feels the same.

  “We’re going to find a way to sort this out,” I assure her again.

  I just need to figure out how.

  Sasha

  This is it, my final scene.

  Looking at the bed in front of me, I run one hand through my hair and take off my robe. Climbing up on the mattress, I then lie down and pull the sheets up to my breasts. Even though the spotlight’s on me and I’m surrounded by a small army of crewmen, I close my eyes and push all that to a dark corner of my mind.

  With one deep breath, I stop being Sasha. When I open up my eyes, I’m Katya.

  “Is everyone ready to roll?” the director says, raising his voice.

  “Ready!” Everyone says in one voice, and I give the director one quick nod. Even though I can’t see him right now, I know that Kane is already off set, just waiting for his cue to walk in.

  Even though I’m about to get fired, fate would have it that this is the last scene I’m contractually obliged to make—a sex scene. More than just a sex scene, it’s supposed to be the high point of the season, the moment where the fate of my character becomes irrevocably tangled with Kane’s.

  This scene is probably one of the reasons Alberta pressured the director and the producer to make me go away. After this, the show runners will either have to make me one of the main characters, or simply get rid of me. And we all know which option Alberta prefers.

  “Alright, let’s roll then!” the director continues, turning his cap back. “ACTION!””

  “Katya,” Kane says, opening the fake door that leads to the bedroom set and stepping inside. His eyes fall on my breasts and, reacting fast, I pull the sheet up. “We need to talk,” he continues, trying hard to ignore the way the sheet seems to cling to my body.

  “I know,” I whisper, averting his gaze and looking into the distance. Moving slowly, I then swing my legs off the bed and stand up, bringing the sheet after me to cover my body. “I know that this is wrong,” I start to say, taking one step toward Kane, but he raises his arm and places his index finger over my lips, forcing me to shut up.

  “It’s been wrong all along,” he whispers, shaking his head softly. “But I’m tired of thinking about right and wrong. I’m tired of fighting myself. I don’t give a fuck about what happens next, Katya.”

  “I...I don’t understand…” I whisper back at him, biting on the corner of my lip.

  “And this…” Closing the distance between us, he rests one hand on the nape of my neck and leans in, brushing his lips against mine. “Can you understand this?”

  “I can…” I breathe out, my heart hammering against my chest. Unable to control myself, I let my own words blend with the ones of my character. “I love you,” I tell him, smiling as I surrender to his embrace. Losing myself in his arms, I press my forehead against his chest and smile. I know that the cameras are doing a close-up right now, and I couldn’t be any happier about it; what I’m feeling right now is real, and I want every single thing about it to be captured on film.

  “So do I,” Kane says. He looks into my eyes, one hand on my waist while he runs the other through my hair, his fingertips gently caressing me. “So do I...I’ve loved you since that first night.”

  Smiling at him, I go on tiptoes and allow my eyelids to droop, my body buzzing with anticipation. The moment I feel his lips on me, it’s as if that happiness inside of me increased tenfold.

  “I want you...I need you,” I tell him, the words finding their way to my lips as if they were blossoming inside my soul. Looking him straight in the eyes, I rest my hands on his chest and push him back, forcing him to walk toward the bed. The moment he stops moving, the back of his knees against the edge of the bed, I give him one soft push and he falls back, sitting down on the mattress.

  Without blinking even once, I climb on top of him, placing my knees on either side of his thighs. Our lips meet once more, and we surrender to a feverish kiss, allowing the whole world to fade away around us. Right now, the only thing that’s real in the whole universe is the love we feel for each other...That and all the lust warming us up.

  Forget about the director, the cameras, the spotlights...Forget all about Manhattan Reign and the fact that I’m an actress. Right now, it’s just me and Ka
ne, the two of us alone in the universe.

  “Katya…” Pulling back from our kiss, Kane tangles his fingers in my hair and, pulling my head back, he forces me to look into his eyes. “I don’t care about what happens next. All I care about is you.”

  “That’s all I’ve ever wanted to hear…” I purr, my mouth meeting his once again. As our tongues circle each other, I let my hands run through his back, feeling his rugged muscles under the tight fabric of his shirt. With each passing second, my pussy starts growing wetter and wetter and, before I know what I’m doing, I start bucking my hips at him, pressing my crotch against his.

  Supposedly, we’re acting out the script, but there’s no doubt in my mind we’ve already crossed the line separating what’s fiction from what’s real. We’ve stepped over the line, blurred it, and now we have no idea how to get back. Not that we want to get back, anyway.

  “I don’t want to leave,” I whisper, leaning in so that my lips are pressed against his ear. I purr each word slowly, making sure that none of the overhead mics can pick up what I’m saying. “But since that’s probably what will happen...I want to go out with a bang.”

  “With a bang?” He whispers right back at me, his lips barely moving as he speaks.

  “With a bang,” I repeat, now pulling his lower lip between my teeth and offering him one lewd look.

  “Does that mean what I —?”

  “Yes. I want it to be real. I want you to fuck me on camera.”

  Sasha

  Kane is kissing me. His mouth is taking over every thought in my head. I’m only focused on his tongue. The way it’s moving around in my mouth and now the way his hands are touching my body. He’s sliding them up and down my stomach. Right now, I don’t care about anything else besides him and I kissing. I don’t care about the cameras or the lights or the people. I only care about Kane and how he’s touching me and kissing me.

  My skin is extra sensitive and everywhere he touches on my body it feels intense. The heat in the bed rises a couple degrees. I feel hot. I’m so fucking turned on and I can feel his erection pressing into my leg. I reach down and grab it and slide my hand up and down his cock. He’s thrusting his cock in and out of my hand.

  I don’t dare open my eyes. I’m enjoying what’s going on. It’s like we’re the only two here. Our breathing is ragged and I’m so fucking turned on.

  “Are you ready?” he whispers in my ear.

  I nod my head; sweat is starting to form on his forehead. But it’s sexy as hell. I feel him start to remove the sheet covering my body. I don’t care who sees which bits of me. It’s really hot that everyone is watching us. They are interested in us fucking right now. I wonder how many of them are turned on. Probably not as bad as I’m turned on right now.

  I wrestle him out of his clothes and Kane pins me to the bed. He has a hold of each of my wrists. I spread my legs and he scoots closer and shoves his cock inside of me. It’s rough.

  “Oh Kane!” I yell out. “Oh my God that’s so good.”

  I moan loud and my body jerks forward. He starts to fuck me harder and deeper, pausing only to lift my legs over his arms. He grabs a pillow and folds it in half. I help him stick it under my back. He has to pull out of me. But just for a second. Now I’m angled up toward him. My hips are partially lifted off the bed. He slides back into me and he’s deeper than before.

  He leans down and kisses me and starts to thrust. He’s looking into my eyes and with each thrust he moans.

  His eyes are so fucking sexy and the way his muscles are moving right now is driving me crazy. I want to come on him. I reach a hand down and start to massage my clit. Rubbing it up and down and then side to side. I’m doing it fast and I’m thrusting with each of his thrusts.

  “You’re so fucking tight,” he says.

  “You’re so fucking big,” I say back.

  He leans forward and my legs bend over me some. I’m angled higher up now. He’s fucking me deeper.

  “Does this bother you?” he whispers in my ear.

  “What?”

  “The director is recording us,” he says.

  I bite my lip. “It’s fucking hot.” I bite his neck and feel him tremble.

  “Oh shit,” he moans.

  His chest is pressed to mine now and my legs are wrapped around his lower half. He’s fucking me and I’m grinding back on him. The weight of him pressing me down feels so good. I’m focusing on our skin sliding together; our bodies are entangled and in one swift motion, and just like the movies, he moves us. He spins us around and I’m suddenly on top of him.

  I start to move my hips up and down and back and forth on him. Grinding my clit into him and feeling him deep and stretching my pussy, I can’t get enough. His hands go up to my tits and he starts to play with my nipples.

  He grabs my hips, holding me still and sits up. His legs swing over the side of the bed. My legs wrap around his back and I hold onto his shoulders. I lean my body back some so we are almost in a “v” shape. He’s deeper, somehow, like this. I feel the pleasure shooting through my body threatening to push through and make me come.

  “Are you close?” he whispers in my ear.

  I nod my head.

  “Be as loud as you want,” he whispers.

  I nod my head, and start bouncing on his cock. He’s pushing into me; I can feel that his cock is so far deep inside of me and it’s blowing my mind. It hurts but feels so good at the same time. My pussy is swallowing his cock, taking the whole thing inside of it. He’s so fucking thick and I can feel every inch of my pussy stretching fully. He’s hitting the most sensitive part of my body, with the head of his cock. I start rocking my hips back and forth on him so now my clit is being stimulated. I can feel myself getting closer and closer to another orgasm. I want to come so fucking bad. I need to come so fucking bad.

  I’m almost there. I’m holding my breath because I can’t handle breathing at the point I’m at. I’m so fucking close to losing my mind. It’s so deep and my clit is getting rubbed so hard. There’s so many different sensations rushing through my body right now. I grab his shoulders, digging my nails in as hard as I can.

  “Holy shit!” I yell. “Oh! Ohhh! OH MY GOD! I’m coming.” My moans are so loud. I don’t care. I’m just totally into the orgasm that’s sweeping through my entire body right now. The chills, the trembling legs, my body goes numb. My clit is throbbing.

  He’s thrusting his cock in and out of me and suddenly he stands up with my legs still wrapped around his back. He’s bouncing me up and down. I think of the first time we fucked in my dressing room. It was so hot and he really knew what he was doing then. I’ve had so many orgasms with him lately. He’s starting to bounce me harder and harder on his cock. The sounds of our skin slapping together and our moans fill the air. The crew, I notice, is completely silent.

  The overwhelming desire to come comes over me again.

  “Fuck.” He moans as he bounces me harder. His cock is slipping in and out of my pussy so hard and so fast. He’s drilling me. He’s driving me wild. I lean back so we’re at more of an angle and he goes crazy. He’s using me like I’m a blow-up doll. Just fucking me as hard as he possibly can. I know he wants to come. I want him to come. I want to feel his cock throb deep inside of me as he lets his load go and fills me.

  Oh my god. It’s so deep inside of me it feels so good. Shoved up there and hitting the special spot that drives me wild. The spot that makes me go crazy and want to keep fucking him. I want to fuck him more and more.

  “I want to get you from behind,” he says and stops bouncing me.

  “Okay,” I say. He puts me down and I get onto the bed, on all fours. I’m ready to take him deep inside of me. He grabs my ass and squeezes.

  “I love your ass you know that?” he asks.

  “Yes, daddy,” I moan.

  I feel his cock pressing into my hole. He wants in. He wants to get in there and I want to feel him fuck me deep and hard. I want it to be rough. I want him to drive me crazy. I
feel the head of his cock slip in.

  “Mmm. Fuck me hard, daddy,” I say.

  “Oh yeah? You want me to fuck your pussy hard? Is that what you want?”

  I nod my head. “Uh-huh. I really want it.”

  “Oh yeah? How fucking bad do you want it?”

  “So fucking bad.”

  “I want you to beg,” he says moving his cock away from my pussy.

  I bite my lip. “I want you to fuck me so bad daddy.” I moan for him. I want to feel him shove himself inside of me. I don’t just want him to be teasing me. I want to feel him shoved deep inside of me. I need to feel him stretch my pussy out. I need to feel my pussy wrapped around his thick cock.

  “You want it?”

  “Yes, please. Fuck me hard, daddy.” My voice is full of lust. I’m so turned on.

  I start to wiggle my ass and find his cock. I try to wiggle around so that his cock is pressing into me, but he moves too quickly.

  Then I feel him grab my hips and he pulls me back. His cock slides into me. He pulls out and slides into me again. He’s going slowly. Trying to build it up. Make me want it more. Make me want it harder. I’m so fucking wet. My pussy is dripping.

  He pushes harder.

  “Harder!” I yell.

  He grabs my hips and starts to thrust in and out of me harder.

  “Faster, please. Harder. Faster. Make me scream.” He starts to move his cock in and out of me faster. Pushing deeper and deeper inside of me until I feel like he might just rip through me.

  It feels so fucking good and he doesn’t disappoint by going faster and harder. I want it. I want to come on his cock. He pulls me up so my back is against his chest and we’re both kneeling together. He moves his cock in and out of me; it’s drawn out and slow, but it feels so good. I start to grind my body on him in circles. His cock moving around inside of me. It’s so deep and it’s just pressing into me and driving me crazy.

  “I’m going to come,” I say.

  He reaches his hand around and starts to massage my clit. He’s moving his fingers fast along it. And it’s making me grind into him harder.