Torn Series: A Bundle Set 1 - 10

by Pamela Ann

  After dinner we headed a floor down to join the party, I was surprised that the loud music didn’t reach upstairs. His soiree had a club atmosphere and it had a breathtaking view of Athens.

  I only had a glass of wine upstairs during dinner, but when his friends welcomed me and shoved shots of ouzo my way, I couldn’t say no. Did I fail to mention that Dimitris was the perfect gentleman? He was awesome. We danced all night.

  At around two-thirty, he pulled me aside. “Do you want to stay the night here with me or do you want my pilot to fly you back?”

  We were both obviously drunk and I appreciated that he was offering to have his pilot fly me back instead of him, but did I want to fly back? Bass would probably be asleep by now. “I would love to go back to the island. It’s been a lovely night, but I want to sleep in my room, if you don’t mind.”

  Dimitris arranged his pilot to fly me back. On the helipad, he gathered me in his arms and gave my lips a chaste kiss, the taste of ouzo on his lips. “I will be seeing you very soon, Aphrodite. Have a safe flight.”

  I gave him another quick wave before I jumped inside the deathtrap. Since I was drunk, I wasn’t scared of flying back to the island. A driver was waiting for me when we landed and took me back to my cottage. I happily waved at the driver and walked slowly to the door.

  I opened my purse and searched clumsily for my key, but before I could even find it, the front door was yanked open by an intimidating Bass. “You’re drunk!”

  Really? I hadn’t noticed. “Ah, Bass-hole, how are we doing tonight?” I shoved past him and went straight to the kitchen to get some water. The entire house was dark, except for the moonlight shining through the windows.

  “Why are you home so late, Emma?”

  I chugged the entire glass of water then slammed it down on the counter. I spun around and faced him. “The green-eyed monster got you, baby? You should be happy that I didn’t say yes to Dimitris’ offer to stay the night with him.” I walked towards him, brazen and so full of energy, and cupped his balls. Bass was momentarily shocked from my attitude. “Does jealousy eat you alive?” I squeezed his manhood a little bit tighter. “How much do you want me, hotshot?” His eyes darkened and he looked downright wicked.

  Bass gave me a devilish grin, picked me up and swiftly carried me to my bedroom. He got us inside in a heartbeat. He put me down onto my stomach on the floor and ordered, “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 slowly took off my clothes, leaving me in my skimpy thong. His forefinger traced a path from my neck to the base of my spine. He pulled my hair to the side, exposing my neck and began a trail of kisses down my back. He knelt down and slowly slid my underwear off then resumed his trail of soft kisses. When he got to the crevice of my butt he stuck his tongue out and I tensed. 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, bending 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 until it reached my sensitized area. I gasped when his thumb grazed by my anus. It went further until he reached my pussy and jabbed his thumb inside me. I gasped in shock.

  “Do you like what I’m doing to you, Emma?” he asked while his ministrations became 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 wanted 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 vagina. Ah, shit! His finger was twirling and sliding in and out of me. He was taking some of my juices and slathering them along my labia.

  “Do you want more?” Bass rasped out.

  Did 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 up and carefully placed me on the edge of the bed. He 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 was fervent for him, aching for him to touch me.

  Spreading me wide open, he folded my legs and looked at me. “Hold onto your legs. Don’t let go until I tell you to, understand?” Bass asked as he pressed both of his hands on my inner thighs and pushed them open further. When had 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.”

  The wicked smile of his resurfaced again. “Good girl, Emma.”

  Just the look of Bass 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 the 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 did 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 exposed genitalia. I watched as he puckered his lips 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 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, but 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 foreplay was something I had never experienced; it was a taboo and I never thought it would play a part during sex, but Bass proved me wrong.

  His finger fucking of my vagina 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. Bass was abso-fucking-lutely relentless in working over my body; his thumb stuck inside my other hole, his teeth biting in between the twisting and flickering of his tongue on my clit and his finger hooked in my pussy were all making me tremble violently.

  I was a fucking shipwreck; sinking further down and drowning from all the shocking tremors that were vibrating through my body in waves. The more I thrashed and moaned, the more Bass became feral, unleashing those teeth of his, biting me.

  Just when 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 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 up. I didn’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 lower lips. He stuck out his tongue and slowly licked me going upwards; past my navel, the valley of my breasts, my chest, my neck and stopped on the tip of my chin. I gasped wh
en I felt his hot tongue trace my lips in such a slow, sweet, lingering motion. I was praying for him to kiss me, but he gave me a kiss on the tip of my nose instead. What? There is no way we were done here! I wanted to touch that fat monster of his. I’d been dying to since I saw him naked the 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 after what just happened between us?

  He stared at me, eyes flicking back and forth. “Be with me, Emma,” Bass rasped out.

  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.

  “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 Thirty-One

  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.

  ~E~

  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.

  ~E~

  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.

  ~E~

  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.

  ~E~

  “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!

  “Kissing is like drinking salted water. You drink and your thirst increases.”

  ~Chinese Proverb

  Chapter Thirty-Two

  When I got out of the dressing room, dressed in a short, th
in-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 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. 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.