Scornfully Yours (Torn Series) (38 page)

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

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 too 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.