Date: May 1995
Location: On set of The Matrix — outskirts of Los Angeles
Actress: Carrie-Anne Moss
Alexander's Status: Just released Braveheart, secured The Matrix rights, meeting with Keanu and the Wachowskis on casting.
Actress's Status: Nervous newcomer, just finished a crucial audition, waiting to hear if she's Trinity.
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Alexander Kaine stood beside Keanu Reeves near the base camp of the sprawling Matrix set, the hum of generators and distant crew calls filling the air. The sun was dipping low, dust motes dancing in the last light.
"Keanu," Alexander began, voice calm, eyes scanning the rough terrain ahead, "Speed was a hell of a gamble, but you pulled through like a pro."
Keanu chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. "Yeah, that one was wild. Felt like we were on a runaway train the whole shoot."
Alexander's gaze sharpened. "I think we can catch lightning twice."
Keanu smiled, a hint of that laid-back optimism that had won audiences over. "If The Matrix comes together, it won't just be lightning. It'll be a storm."
Alexander nodded slowly. "I'm betting on a storm. A new kind of revolution. This will work, and be remmebered genrations."
"Yeah," Keanu said, eyes flicking toward the trailers, "and I heard you're bringing someone new on board. Carrie-Anne Moss?"
"She's raw but sharp," Alexander replied, his voice dropping just a notch. "You'll see. This film needs more than just special effects—it needs presence."
Keanu grinned. "Looking forward to meeting her. If she's got that fire, we're in good shape."
Alexander's eyes flicked toward the nearby vans. "Speaking of, where's she hiding?"
Lana Wachowski gestured toward the production trailers. "She's over by the van, taking a breather."
Alexander gave a curt nod and excused himself, weaving through the maze of equipment and cables toward the waiting area.
At the white van door stood Carrie-Anne Moss, arms crossed, a mixture of nerves and excitement written on her face. She looked up as he approached.
"Mr. Kaine," she greeted, voice steady but warm.
"Carrie-Anne," Alexander said, stepping closer. "How are you holding up?"
She smiled brightly. "I'm doing wonderful. Honestly, I'm thrilled you gave me this opportunity."
Alexander studied her for a moment—nervous, yes, but beneath that, a steel readiness.
"You should be," he said softly. "Not many get a chance to break the mold, let alone become it."
She laughed quietly, tension easing. "I keep replaying the audition. Afraid I didn't quite nail the intensity."
Alexander's green eyes glinted in the fading light. "Intensity can be learned. Presence? That's something else. You've got it."
She looked down, then back up. "Thank you. That means more than you know."
For a moment, only the distant sounds of production crew filled the air.
"I could take a longer break now," she said suddenly, "if you... if you wanted to stay a while."
"And do what?" Alexander asked, amusement flashing in his eyes.
"I could show you that I've been working on my acting. We could play a bit—Master and servant roles."
Carrie-Anne Moss, clad in her iconic black latex dress from _The Matrix_, approaches Alexander with a mix of nervousness and excitement. She leans in, pressing her lips softly against his in a light, almost tentative kiss. Alexander's hands immediately move to her ass, squeezing firmly through the tight latex, a dominant smirk playing on his lips.
"You did well in your audition, but remember who you're dealing with," he says, his voice a low growl. "I can make or break you in this industry. Now, show me how much you want this."
Carrie-Anne's eyes widen slightly, but she nods, taking his hand and leading him to a chair. She pushes him down gently but firmly, her touch betraying her eagerness to please. Kneeling before him, she unbuckles his belt with shaking hands, her breath quickening as she pulls down his pants, revealing his already hard cock.
She looks up at him, her eyes wide and submissive. "Tell me what you want, Alexander. I'll do anything for you."
He smirks, running a hand through her hair. "Show me how much you want my cock, you little slut. Make me proud."
Tears well up in her eyes as she leans forward, taking his length into her mouth, her eyes never leaving his. She starts to suck, her head bobbing up and down, her hand gripping the base of his shaft, stroking in time with her mouth. She can feel his hands tangling in her hair, guiding her, controlling her movements.
"That's it," he growls, his hips bucking slightly. "Take my cock like a good little whore. Make me proud."
She pulls back, her lips glistening, her makeup smudged. "I want to make you feel good, Alexander. I want to be your good little slut, your cum slut. I'll do anything for you."
With that, she takes him deeper, her head bobbing faster, her eyes watering. Alexander's grip on her hair tightens, and he starts to fuck her mouth in earnest, his hips moving in a dominant rhythm.
"Fuck, your mouth feels so good," he groans. "But I want more. I want that tight little pussy of yours."
He stands, lifting her with him, and turns, pressing her against the wall. He hikes up her dress, his hands rough and demanding. He tears aside her thong, the sound of ripping lace filling the air, and positions himself at her entrance.
"Beg for it," he commands, his voice a low growl. "Beg for my cock."
"Please, Alexander," she whimpers, her voice a husky plea. "Fuck me. I need your cock. I need you to use me."
He slams into her, their combined moans echoing through the empty set. He sets a brutal pace, his hips slapping against hers, his cock filling her completely. She wraps her legs around him, her heels digging into his ass, urging him on.
"Harder, Alexander," she pants. "Fuck me harder. I can take it. I want it. I'm your little slut. Use me."
He obliges, his grip on her hips bruising, his cock pounding into her. He leans down, biting her neck, marking her. She cries out, her body responding to his dominance, her inner muscles clenching around him.
"I'm close, Alexander," she moans. "So close. Keep fucking me. Don't stop. I'm your little slut. Use me."
He doesn't, his pace unrelenting, his cock swelling inside her. He can feel her body tensing, her breath coming in short gasps. And then, with a final, deep thrust, he sends her over the edge. Her orgasm crashes over her, her body convulsing, her inner muscles clenching around him.
"Cum for me, you little slut," he growls. "Cum all over my cock."
He groans, his own release following hers, his cock pulsing as he fills her with his seed. They stay like that, their bodies entwined, their breaths slowly returning to normal. Carrie-Anne rests her head on his shoulder, a contented, submissive smile on her face.
"Thank you, Alexander," she murmurs. "That was perfect. I'm yours. I'll do anything for you. Just tell me what you want, and I'll be your good little slut."
"You seem to be slipping into the master-servant roles pretty well."
"Probably because I'm a method actor."
Alexander chuckles, a low, dominant sound that rumbles in his chest. "Is that so? Well, let's see how method you really are." He pulls out of her slowly, his cock still hard and glistening with her arousal. He sets her down gently, his hands firm on her waist as he turns her around to face the wall.
"Hands on the wall," he commands, his voice leaving no room for argument. "And keep that pretty little ass out for me."
Carrie-Anne complies, her breath already quickening in anticipation. She places her palms flat against the cool wall, pushing her ass out, presenting herself to him. The latex of her dress pulls taut across her body, accentuating her curves.
"Like this, Alexander?" she asks, her voice a husky whisper.
"Just like that, you little slut," he growls, his hands roaming over her ass, squeezing and kneading the firm flesh. "You look so fucking hot like this. Ready for me to take you again."
He spanks her, his hand coming down hard on her ass, the sound echoing in the empty room. She gasps, her body jerking forward slightly before pushing back against him, asking for more.
"That's it," he encourages, spanking her again, his cock throbbing at the sight of her reddening ass. "Take it like a good little servant."
He leans down, his breath hot on her ear. "You want more, don't you? You want me to use that tight little pussy again."
"Yes, Alexander," she moans, her body shaking with need. "Please. I want more. I want you to use me."
He straightens up, positioning himself at her entrance once more. He teases her, rubbing the head of his cock against her wet folds, coating himself in her arousal.
"Beg for it," he commands. "Beg for my cock."
"Please, Alexander," she whimpers, pushing back against him, trying to impale herself on his length. "Please fuck me. I need it. I need you to fill me up."
With a growl, he slams into her, his hips slapping against her ass, his cock filling her completely. He sets a punishing pace, his hands gripping her hips tightly, his fingers digging into her flesh.
"Fuck, you feel so good," he groans. "So tight and wet for me."
"Only for you, Alexander," she moans, her body moving in sync with his, meeting his thrusts with her own. "I'm only yours. Your little slut."
He reaches around, his hand finding her clit, his fingers rubbing it in tight circles, matching the pace of his thrusts.
"Cum for me," he commands, his voice a low growl. "Cum all over my cock like a good little servant."
Her body tenses, her inner muscles clenching around him as she obediently follows his command, her orgasm crashing over her, her cries of pleasure echoing through the room.
"Good girl," he praises, his own release following hers, his cock pulsing as he fills her with his seed once again.
They stay like that, their bodies entwined, their breaths slowly returning to normal. Alexander pulls out of her gently, turning her around to face him. He cups her face, his thumbs brushing away the tears that have escaped her eyes.
"You did so well," he praises, his voice soft. "Such a good little servant for me."
Carrie-Anne smiles up at him, her eyes shining with happiness and satisfaction. "Thank you, Alexander. I'm yours to command. Always."