A/N: Hello everyone. I know this story it totally out of my usual repertoire BUT I always wanted to write a story like this.

It's most definitely not for everyone but it's a kind of refreshing change for me from all the happy Chair stories. I hope my loyal readers will excuse this one

So, be warned:

This story is for adult eyes only. It's going to be dirty, smutty, and rough. This is just the intro to see if anyone would read it. Put the story on alert or review it if you want more!

xoxo

Blair stepped into the huge office with the dark wood furniture. The man she hated so much sat behind his desk, his icy blue eyes meeting her dark ones. He looked confused, as he should be. They had barely ever spoken although Blair had been friends with Chuck since forever and long, long before his fake death.

His secretary hadn't been at her place so Blair had used the moment to slip in the office without officially announcement.

"Miss Waldorf?" Bart said, furrowing his eyebrow, putting his pen down and leaning back in the expensive office chair.

"Hello, Mr. Bass." she replied with hesitation. For a second she thought about calling him just Bart but she couldn't offend him. She needed him.

"How did you get in?" he almost snapped, give her the hint that she was neither welcome nor worth time for him to spend time on right now.

"Your sloppy employees don't seem to take their job seriously. There's no one out there in the secretary office."

"Ex-employee." he emphasized with an angry expression on his face. "And how can I help you?"

"It's about Chuck."

"Of course."

"I want him back."

"As your most favorite toy until you find a new one."

"That's not true."

"But it is. You're not devoted to him."

"He's the only one I ever loved."

"You're so young. Love is not the most important thing. Loyalty, commitment. That is."

"I am loyal, I am committed."

"Really? If Chuck would agree on this, why would you be here?"

"He does not. He doesn't believe me."

"And how can I help with that?"

"He's your son. I've tried all my tricks. Now it's time to try some Bass exclusive ones."

"Are you sure?"

"I am."

Bart rose from his seat and walked over to a sideboard. He opened a drawer and took some pieces out. He turned around and walked over to the little coffee table in front of the fireplace. He put a belt, handcuffs and a whip down on it.

"Are you still sure."

Blair stared at the items in disbelief. She wondered for a second if he really had just suggested this. And then she remembered that this was Bart Bass and he never made a joke.

She took a deep breath.

"I guess I am."

"Very well then." Bart nodded with a sinister smirk on his face.