Date: October 1996
Location: London gallery opening, Notting Hill
Actress: Thandiwe Newton
Alexander's Status: finalizing an animation slate through Cartoon Network Europe.
Actress's Status: Critically praised for *Flirting* and *Interview with the Vampire*, but still seen as fragile, ethereal, backgrounded. Trying to reclaim her name, her narrative, her space.
The gallery was all light and glass, its walls strung with defiant colors and abstract screams. London's art crowd buzzed like champagne — critics, collectors, dilettantes who spoke in curated apathy. It was October, but the rooms were warm, heated more by ego than radiators.
Thandiwe Newton stood before a massive oil piece: reds slashed with black, raw and luminous like a wound made holy. Her deep green dress clung to her curves, the neckline plunging to reveal the smooth, dark skin of her cleavage. Her hair was swept up, exposing her long, graceful neck and accentuating her high cheekbones. She looked like a goddess, deliberately untamed and wild.
Alexander Kaine watched her from across the room, his eyes lingering on her voluptuous figure before approaching without a word, like a shadow with posture. He was in midnight grey, cufflinks matte, eyes bright and unreadable, his presence commanding and intense.
"You don't like it," she said, without turning, her voice a sultry purr.
"No," he replied, cool as a gallery white wall. "It's angry without precision."
She turned to face him, her eyes meeting his with a challenge. "So is the world."
He studied her like she was another piece of the collection, his gaze roaming over her body with a mix of appreciation and calculation. "The world doesn't pretend otherwise."
"And you?" she asked, her lips curving into a knowing smile. "Do you pretend anything?"
"Only when the truth isn't sharp enough," he said, his voice low and dangerous.
Thandiwe's smile sharpened, her eyes glittering with amusement and something more primal. "You're that producer. The American who's everywhere without being anywhere."
"I'm the future on layaway," he said, his tone laced with arrogance.
"That sounds exhausting," she replied, her voice a teasing whisper.
"It pays well," he countered, his eyes never leaving hers.
They stood there a beat, the air between them charged with an electric tension. The room around them faded like scenery behind two leads in a film. Her gaze returned to the painting.
"Buy it," she said, her voice commanding.
"I don't buy tantrums," he replied, his tone dismissive.
"Maybe that's why you keep winning," she said, her voice a sultry challenge. "You only invest in control."
He stepped closer, his presence overwhelming. "That's not true."
"Oh?" she challenged, her eyes flashing with defiance.
"I invest in transformation," he said, his voice a low growl. "Control is the illusion artists start with. Real power is what's left after they've bled everything out."
She blinked, her eyes widening as his words struck a chord deep within her. And then she laughed, low and sudden, a sound that was pure seduction.
"You are exhausting," she said, her voice a breathless whisper.
"But never boring," he replied, his lips curling into a smirk.
He turned to the gallerist. "The artist. Where is he?"
"Back room," the man said, starstruck, his eyes darting between Alexander and Thandiwe with a mix of awe and envy.
Alexander nodded. "Send him to me. I want everything. Future commissions. Exclusive rights."
Thandiwe arched a brow, her eyes glinting with curiosity and desire. "You just mocked that piece."
"I did," he said, his voice a low rumble. "And then you made it matter."
She looked at him — truly looked now. Not at his suit, his myth, his money. But at the man behind the effect. There was something ancient in him. Something that moved through people the way light did: quick, quiet, burning.
"I didn't need you to rescue the artist," she said, her voice a soft challenge.
"I didn't," he replied, his eyes never leaving hers. "I just bought the fuse you lit."
A pause, heavy with anticipation.
She leaned in, close enough to smell the leather and the ozone on him, her breasts brushing against his arm. "You're not charming," she said, her voice a sultry whisper. "You're dangerous."
"And yet here you are," he replied, his eyes darkening with desire.
She held his gaze, her heart pounding in her chest. "Where does this go?"
He offered his arm, a silent invitation. "Let's find out."
They left through the back, past the crowd of patrons still marveling at canvases with price tags. No one noticed the most expensive piece in the room had just vanished into the London night, heels clicking beside power disguised as elegance, their bodies brushing against each other with a promise of untold pleasures.
The suite was minimalist, but not empty. Dark woods. Clean lines. A fireplace flickering low against a glass wall that offered London like a secret.
Thandiwe stepped in without hesitation. She didn't ask whose name was on the reservation. She didn't care.
She poured herself a finger of whisky before he could offer. Turned to face him, her eyes gleaming with a mix of challenge and desire.
"This isn't gratitude," she said, her voice a sultry purr.
"I don't like gratitude," he replied, shedding his coat, his cufflinks, his silence. His movements were deliberate, each action a statement of intent.
"Good," she said, her lips curling into a knowing smile. "Because I'm not yours."
He moved closer. Slowly. Like the idea of speed bored him. His presence was commanding, his eyes never leaving hers, a silent promise of untold pleasures.
"No," he said, his voice a low rumble. "You're not anyone's. That's why this works."
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Thandiwe knelt before Alexander, her eyes locked on his. She unzipped his pants, freeing his hard cock. "Mmm, look at you," she purred, taking him into her mouth. Her lips wrapped around his shaft, her tongue swirling around the sensitive tip. She took him deeper, her throat relaxing to accommodate his length. Her hands gripped his thighs, her nails digging in slightly as she sucked him with fervor. "Fuck, Thandiwe," Alexander groaned, his body tensing with pleasure.
He watched her, her eyes never leaving his, a silent promise of more. His hands found her hair, gently guiding her movements, but she set the pace, taking him in and out of her mouth with deliberate strokes. "That's it, baby. Take it all," she murmured, pulling back with a wicked smile playing on her lips.
She lay back on the bed, spreading her legs wide, inviting him in. "Come and get it, Alexander. I know you want to taste me." Alexander moved between her thighs, his eyes feasting on her glistening pussy. He leaned down, his tongue finding her clit, circling it with expert precision. "Oh god, yes," Thandiwe moaned, her back arching off the bed as he explored her folds, tasting her essence.
His fingers joined his tongue, sliding inside her, curving to hit that sweet spot. He finger-fucked her, his tongue never stopping its relentless assault on her clit. Thandiwe writhed beneath him, her hands gripping the sheets, her moans filling the room. "Don't stop, Alexander. Fuck, you're so good at that."
The pleasure built, her body coiling tighter and tighter until she shattered, her orgasm ripping through her in waves. "Oh fuck, yes! I'm coming!" she cried out, her body trembling with release.
Alexander continued his ministrations, drawing out her pleasure, his own arousal growing with each of her moans. When she finally came down from her high, she pulled him up, her legs wrapping around his waist. "Fuck me, Alexander. I need you inside me." He entered her with a single thrust, filling her completely. "Yes, just like that," she moaned, their bodies moving in sync, chasing the next wave of ecstasy.
Thandiwe pushed Alexander back onto the bed, her movements fluid and confident. She straddled him, her thighs gripping his hips as she positioned herself over his hard cock. "Ready for more, baby?" she teased, slowly lowering herself onto him, taking him inch by inch, her eyes locked on his, a silent challenge in her gaze.
She began to ride him, her hips moving in a sensual rhythm, grinding against him with each downward thrust. "Fuck, Thandiwe. You feel so good," Alexander groaned, his hands finding her waist, guiding her movements, his grip firm but gentle, allowing her to set the pace.
The room filled with the sound of their mingled breaths and the wet slapping of their bodies coming together. Thandiwe leaned forward, her hair falling around them like a curtain, her lips finding his in a deep, passionate kiss. "I love how you fill me up," she whispered against his lips, her tongue exploring his mouth, matching the rhythm of her hips, her body undulating against his.
Alexander's hands roamed her body, cupping her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her nipples, eliciting soft moans from her. "Harder, Alexander. I need it harder," she demanded, her body coiling with each movement, building towards release. He met her thrusts with his own, their bodies moving in perfect harmony, chasing the peak of pleasure together.
Thandiwe's pace quickened, her breaths coming in short gasps, her body trembling with anticipation. "I'm close, Alexander. So close," she panted, riding him harder, her hips moving faster, her body seeking the ultimate release. Alexander felt her tighten around him, her inner muscles clenching as she cried out, her orgasm crashing over her in waves. "Fuck, yes! I'm coming!" she screamed, her body shuddering with pleasure.
He followed her over the edge, his own release exploding from him, filling her completely. "Thandiwe, fuck! I'm coming too!" They rode out their pleasure together, their bodies shuddering and trembling, their breaths mingling as they collapsed into each other's arms, spent and satisfied.
Thandiwe dismounted from Alexander, her body still trembling from the intensity of their lovemaking. She turned around, presenting her back to him, her ass invitingly arched. "Ready for round two, baby?" she teased, looking over her shoulder at him with a wicked grin. Alexander, still hard and ready, positioned himself behind her, his hands gripping her hips, his cock poised at her entrance.
He pushed into her slowly, inch by inch, her tight ass yielding to his invasion. "Fuck, Thandiwe. You're so tight," he groaned, his body tensing with pleasure. Thandiwe moaned, her back arching as she pushed back against him, taking him deeper. "Give it to me, Alexander. Fuck my ass," she demanded, her voice breathless with anticipation.
Alexander began to move, his hips thrusting against her, his cock sliding in and out of her tight ass with each stroke. The room filled with the sound of their mingled breaths and the wet slapping of their bodies coming together. Thandiwe's hands gripped the sheets, her knuckles white as she pushed back against him, meeting his thrusts with her own. "Harder, Alexander. Fuck me harder," she cried out, her body seeking the ultimate pleasure.
Alexander's hands roamed her body, cupping her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her nipples, eliciting soft moans from her. He could feel her tightening around him, her body coiling with each movement, building towards release. He met her thrusts with his own, their bodies moving in perfect harmony, chasing the peak of pleasure together. Alexander's pace quickened, his hips moving faster, his body seeking the ultimate release.
Thandiwe's breaths came in short gasps, her body trembling with anticipation. "I'm close, Alexander. So close," she panted, pushing back against him, her ass meeting his thrusts, her body seeking the ultimate pleasure. Alexander felt her tighten around him, her inner muscles clenching as she cried out, her orgasm crashing over her in waves. "Fuck, yes! I'm coming!" she screamed, her body shuddering with pleasure.
He followed her over the edge, his own release exploding from him, filling her completely. "Thandiwe, fuck! I'm coming too!" They rode out their pleasure together, their bodies shuddering and trembling, their breaths mingling as they collapsed onto the bed, spent and satisfied.
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