He dragged her up his winding stair, into his dismal den,
Within his little parlour -- but she ne'er came out again!
The Spider and the Fly by Mary Howitt
Chuck lifted her hand to his lips, inhaling the scent of her skin, his lips lingering over her trembling fingers.
"Blair," Chuck said softly, dangerously. "You are mine. You have always been mine. Don't argue," he added, though she had not spoken. "It won't help."
Their eyes met and if the eyes were truly the mirrors of the soul, she swore he would be able to see the shackles he had placed that bound her to him, keeping her forever in his thrall.
"Nate," she murmured, swaying briefly as the alcohol she had consumed earlier trickled threw her veins, hazing her vision.
"Nate," Chuck echoed, looking at her cruelly. "How much longer do you think you can chain him to you before he revolts? He isn't yours and has never been yours. You are merely convenient for him. Set him free Blair before he sees the real you."
"No," she moaned into her hands. "He loves me."
"Don't be blind as well as stupid. Can you not see the way his eyes follow her? You were meant for me, and only me," Chuck said possessively as he gripped her wrist hard. "We're a pair you and I, cut from the same cloth. There is no other for either of us and the sooner you realize that the easier I can make your life. Don't fight me on this Blair, because I will always win."
"No," Blair said defiantly, stumbling to her dressing table. Head spinning she opened her drawer, pulling out a small silver box. "Nate loves me, we're going to get married and live happily ever after, " she said sadly, her voice trembling in the air.
Lifting the lid of the container she sprinkled a perfect line of cocaine on her small compact mirror. Without a glance at Chuck she inhaled the fine white powder sharply through a solid silver straw. Within seconds she was spinning in a golden glow of heavenly warmth.
"Go away, Chuck, and torture someone else," Blair said as she made her way back to the bed. Sprawling over the satin coverlet she had no idea of the seductive picture she made, her plaid skirt riding up to display slim ivory knees sheathed in red silken stockings.
Following her legs with heated eyes Chuck hissed at the hint of thigh that peeked at him. Even when she was drunk and drugged out of her mind he desired her, like no other. He wanted her more that he had ever wanted anything else in his life and she would be his even if he had to break her to get what he wanted.
Kneeling at the foot of the bed, his tongue snaked its way up her silk clad limb. With a hot, moist mouth he marked her legs as his, leaving wet stains behind on the pristine silk of her stockings.
"Tell me, has Archibald given you the Big O yet?" Chuck asked snidely, even though he already knew the answer.
"Of course, many times," Blair said angrily, furious with him for bringing her out of her pleasant daze. Thankfully, the anger couldn't last, not with the cocaine taking her on a magical ride. Sighing, she succumbed once more to its lure.
"That's what I thought," Chuck said, leisurely rolling her skirt around her waist he felt his cock twitch as he exposed the red lace of her La Perla's. She had teased him one too many times and this night he would give her a taste of what she had coming, what she was missing.
"Stop, Chuck," Blair moaned, even as she wiggled her hips at him.
"I'm not Nate, I take what is offered," Chuck said darkly. "You are mine, Blair and tonight I am going to give you a taste of what it entails to be owned by Chuck Bass."
Chuck slid up her body, his hands caressing her sides, as he attempted to capture her lips with his.
"No," she cried forcefully, turning her head away. "My kisses are only for Nate."
"Someday that mouth will beg for permission to kiss mine," Chuck said angrily, his voice cutting. "Have you ever played with yourself, Miss Waldorf, given yourself pleasure?"
"You're disgusting, Chuck," replied Blair, her voice thick as fog as she floated high in a drug induced cloud.
"Maybe, but somehow I doubt the very ladylike Blair Waldorf has ever sullied her lily white hands by playing with her pussy. You are going to love what I am about to do to you," Chuck said, a wide smile of pleasure crossing his face.
Sliding down the length of her body, he paused when his head met her La Perla's. Spreading her legs, he lay between them. Leaning in, his nose inches from her cunt he inhaled deeply. His cock hardened to steel at the exquisite musky smell of Blair; vanilla, gardenias and just a hint of the scent of her sex, and he was so hard he thought he would pass out.
Tentatively yet purposefully he reached out to mouth her mound through the silk of her panties. Flattening his tongue he lapped at her opening, feeling the moisture pool at her entryway. Sliding his tongue up he flicked it at her clit, his eyes glittering in triumph when she jolted and quaked at his touch. Ripping the flimsy piece of fabric off, he paused to stare hungrily at her pussy; the pink velvety petals nestled in just the slightest whisper of curls, her bikini line waxed smooth. He inserted first one digit and then another into her virginal passage, almost forgetting to breathe as she clamped down tightly around him. He watched with fascination as his fingers came away from her entrance soaked in her clear, white juice. Spreading his index and middle finger apart he laved first one and then the other with his tongue, moaning as the taste of her hit the back of his throat. She tasted of sweet and salty and the most heady aphrodisiac of them all; forbidden desire.
Trailing his tongue between her folds, he tasted every bit of her, until there was no crease left unexplored. Finally satisfied that he had savored every bit of her, he moved up to flicker at her most secret spot. Blair responded instantly, her hips rising off the bed as she moaned and thrashed. Gripping her thighs in place like a horse that must be broken, he licked and teased her clit. He made her his, claiming her as he sucked in her swollen nub. Tensing, Blair started to ride his mouth, but he wouldn't let her off so easily. She had to learn, had to be taught, that one does not mess with Chuck Bass. He would only allow her to fight so long before he would take drastic measures to remove Nate once and for all and make her his.
Sliding fingers deep in her pussy, he moved them with a skill honed from the time he had had his first whore. Blair sighed as she moved her hips in time with his thrusts, her body no longer hers. Leaning in closer he gently blew on her clit until she gasped and moaned.
"Please," Blair sobbed.
"Say my name," Chuck demanded, as he replaced his breath with his tongue. Smiling as he felt the rounded swollen pearl vibrate beneath his tongue.
"I can't," Blair cried, her hips shaking with the effort to lay still, to not give in and shove his face deep inside her.
"You can and you will," Chuck said smiling triumphantly. "Tell me what you want. Shall I stop?" With his words, he stilled his fingers and tongue. Waiting ever so patiently for her inevitable capitulation.
Blair lost between two worlds of pleasure and agony had no choice. "Make me come, Chuck," she begged, damning herself.
With sweetness Chuck hadn't known he possessed, he instantly gave in. His tongue lapped at her button, fingers cleverly stoking her insides until with a last cry and shudder she came.
Blair lay as if dead, her body light as a feather as she floated away. For the first time she felt no shame, a warmth and fulfillment she hadn't known existed rushed through her body. Rolling over she didn't even bother to adjust her skirt, feeling the cool air slide over her buttocks she sank blissfully into sleep.
Chuck stayed long after she slept. Pleased with this turn of events, his ever moving and calculating mind was already planning his next attack. She had responded more than he had ever dreamed possible, like a fantasy come to life. Now he knew it was about more than just having her. He had to have it all; her heart, her body and her soul. If he couldn't find his way into her heart he would try a different tactic all together. Lust was the ultimate weapon after all, and he was the master of seduction.
AN: Thanks to Riley and Camilla for their splendid beta work. Without their support I never would have dared post this dark little experiment.
