They are spooning, exhausted in Chuck's bed from another marathon session of make-up sex. Chuck's suite was a mess - Blair had stormed into the suite after receiving yet another stupid Gossip Girl alert on her phone - with a picture of Chuck smiling, holding out his hand to some glamorous brunette who was coming out of his limo.
Blair had immediately flared up in jealousy, meanwhile Chuck, who was getting used to Blair's jealous tirades, had calmly explained that the woman was one of Bart's business acquaintances from Monaco, some kind of royalty, and Chuck had been sent to retrieve her from the airport on Bart's behalf.
As usual, Blair didn't want to take responsibility for flying off the handle, and instead brought up a bunch of old shit to provoke Chuck to defend himself, so she could keep "being right." But Chuck didn't take the bait this time. Instead he'd coolly observed her with a bemused look, knowing that Blair's jealousy was fuelled by her love for him. He defused her temper tantrum with a soft kiss, and quickly diverted her passionate energy to a more satisfying activity.
Blair was nestled in the crook of Chuck's arm, absentmindedly caressing his chest. "Look, I said I was sorry, what more do you want from me?"
Chuck sighed, murmuring "Look, princess, I think we've both hurt each other enough times that "I'm sorry" just doesn't cut it anymore."
"What do you mean?" she asked softly.
Chuck closed his eyes, choosing his words carefully.
"Well, how many times have I apologized to you? I never apologize to ANYONE - and yet you haven't been able to forgive OR forget. I told you I was tired of these games. You flirt with me, turn me on, then when I take the bait you flounce away . . I'm tired of chasing after you every time we fight, but I do, because . . well, I can't expect you to put your pride aside to just admit when you're wrong."
Blair's head pops up, and she looks at his handsome face, brushing her fingertips against his jawline, "So what are you saying, Bass?"
He replies, "I'm saying that we need some new rules."
"Why do you want new rules if you don't even want to play games anymore?" Blair was perplexed, but this was nothing new. Their on again, off again, quasi-relationship was always based on more questions than answers.
"Who are we without the games, Blair?"
Blair takes a moment to consider this as he traces lazy circles on her naked hip. She shudders, but still doesn't turn. "So if we're both tired of games, then what's the point of "new rules?""
Chuck rests his chin on her bare shoulder, dropping lazy kisses on her smooth white skin. "Hmm. . Let's just call them "Standard Operating Procedures" - or if you prefer "Rules of Engagement.""
Her breath catches at the word "engagement" and she stiffens, almost imperceptibly pulling away. Could Chuck Bass be proposing. . ?
He feels her slight movement and is quick to wrap his arm tightly around her waist to bring her close to him, the curve of her bottom pushing back against his unflagging erection. His hand wanders to the junction between her legs, and he strokes her inner thighs gently, bidding them to part. Her head falls back against him, exposing her lovely neck to him as she moans softly. His tongue darts out to trace her earlobe before dipping into her ear, making her arch against him and gasp. He feels the gush of excitement on his fingers and grins to himself, pumping his hips against her.
"Intriguing idea, Bass. . . can we discuss this later? I have something you need to attend to, if you don't mind."
She wasn't thinking clearly and certainly was in no mood to argue with him. The fever was creeping up on her again, the body rush that tingled through her entire body when they touched and whenever she closed her eyes to remember his deep strokes inside her, reaching that spot inside that was created to fit the shape of his cock.
His fingers were stroking her, teasing her delicate wet folds, but maddeningly not slipping his fingers inside where she needed to feel them.
He smirked as he felt her hips pumping, reaching for his hand, even as her ass ground back against him.
Suddenly he pulled away completely, rolling on to his back, locking his hands behind his head to contemplate the ceiling. He looked over at her, completely disheveled and panting. She rolled back to face him, finally, and her eyes were glassy and unfocused with desire. God, she was delectable - ivory smooth and completely naked before him, flushed with lust. Her expression cleared as she saw him watching her.
Self-consciously, she ran her hand through her hair and sighed. She needed release and she was going to get it.
She pouted prettily, her small hand caressing his knee and moving upward towards his thigh. It was her turn to smirk when she watched his cock swell and respond to her touch. As her hand moved higher, she grinned at him, licking her lips and staring right into his burning gaze. She loved to see her effect on him, too.
He grabbed her hand, stopping her as she reached the base of his cock. Though it took all his self control not to just pull her on top of him, impale her on his hardness and let her ride him, he brought her hand up to his lips, and without breaking his gaze, started licking and sucking softly each one of her fingers in turn, teasing her with the scrape of his teeth on her fingertips.
She was completely hypnotized by his seduction.
Chuck's eyes narrowed as he stared at her. "Didn't you once say you wanted me to "learn how to behave"?"
"I, uh, yes."
"I can learn to be a good boy for you, Waldorf. But can you learn to be a good girl for me?"
Blair was panting, damp and pulsing between her legs as she fixated on Chuck's seductive lips and tongue. Chuck let his hand move to casually brush against her knee, caressing her hips and thighs softly till Blair surrendered, closing her eyes and lying flat on her back, parting her legs in hopes he would continue touching her where she needed it most.
"Open your eyes, princess. Do you want to be my good girl?"
He was sitting up now, moving to take his position between her parted legs. With one knee he parted her thighs, exposing her glistening wetness to him. He caressed her thighs, her naked hips and waist before bending down to dip his tongue into her bellybutton.
She bucked as if she was scorched by his touch, her eyes shut tight and hips pumping, seeking the relief only Chuck knew how to give her.
Chuck grit his teeth at the glorious sight of his beloved little bitch in heat. He wasn't going to let her off, or get her off, until she acquiesced to some new terms. They'd both admitted their love for each other, those 3 words had been had talked about waiting for the future, but after a few weeks and many failed attempts to stay away from each other, their sexual frustration had given way to bickering . . if only to provoke each other and allow themselves an outlet for their pent-up feelings.
"I said open your eyes, Waldorf." He growled.
Blair's eyes flew open and saw Chuck's handsome face looming over her. He was staring at her, minus the smirk, just a look so hot and wanting and demanding she knew it mirrored her own. She swallowed, her throat dry as she drew in ragged breaths, trying to steady herself. She had a brief flashback to Serena telling her what it was like to be on Ecstasy . . . Blair had never tried it but she was pretty certain this is how it felt.
Chuck leaned down to kiss her, softly pressing his mouth on hers, before tracing her parted lips with his tongue and plunging it deep inside.
She moaned loudly, her body reaching up to him, desperate for contact, opening her mouth, her legs and her heart to take as much of him inside her as she could get. For now, it was just his tongue, driving in and out of her little mouth, maddeningly imitating what he would do to her with his cock.
"Mmmm, that's a good girl," he murmured into her mouth. "Eyes open, little one, look at me."
He broke away and finally placed his fingers back on her wet core, and nearly came when he felt how fucking hot she was for him. The heat was emanating from her, he could feel it even with out touching her directly.
"C'mon Chuck, please, what do you want . . ."
He smiled wickedly and he pushed one finger into her slowly. Her head dropped back and she pushed her hips up at him, trying to get more inside her.
Chuck whispered, his voice rough but firm.
"#1: There will be no more "I'm sorry" apologies. Talk is cheap. If you provoke me or unfairly accuse me, or fly off the handle, I will not accept any more verbal apologies."
"Fine, please Bass, I can't take it anymore. . uhhhnnng please."
Chuck slips a second finger into her pulsing heat, steeling himself against the urge to just slam her hard right then and there.
"#2: Apologies will now become "reparations." When you're at fault for any one of our fights, you need to make it up to me. With your body as my slave, to do whatever I want, without question or resistance. Whether that's with your mouth ( he kissed her mouth ), on your knees, with your sweet little (he pushes his two fingers deep inside her to stroke the spot that he knows will make her eyes roll up in her head and she grunts and clamps down on him, hard, so so close) you have to do what I say."
Blair's eyes fly open in a moment of defiance, but Chuck sees this, raises his eyebrows at her, and takes his fingers away.
She gasps, almost crying with frustration.
"CHUCK! Fuck you!!! C'mon!"
Chuck is painfully hard, but enjoying the rush of power and Blair's surrender. He's the only one who ever gets to see her this way, and he delights in watching her come undone.
He positions himself between her legs, brushing the tip of his cock on her slick little mound.
"Does my good girl want to come?"
Blair is squirming now, thrashing to get him inside her, but he pins both her thighs down with his knees.
He laughs evilly and spanks her little mound, hard. Blair screams, nearly climaxing from the contact.
"Oh yes, please, I wanna. . yes, anything you say, I'll be your good girl. . please."
Her eyes are shut again and she thrashes about, desperate. Chuck palms her breasts and massages them firmly before pinching her nipples hard. She whimpers, moaning and grinding herself against his hands.
"EYES OPEN, Waldorf!! (Her eyes snap open and meet his riveting gaze) Only good girls get to come, right?"
"I'm a good girl, I'm your good girl," she chants while staring at him, her entire body on fire, begging, desperate.
"Too bad. . how can you be my good girl when you're such a little slut?"
He laughs, then buries himself balls deep into her, triggering her orgasm immediately. Blair screams into his mouth, sucking on his tongue while he pulls out and plunges back into her with the deepest strokes, relentlessly pumping into her as he holds her head down to deep kiss her. She's coming in wave after wave and he's reveling in the most intense pleasure he's ever known, spilling himself deep inside her in a blinding orgasm that completely blows his mind.
Blair is chanting, sobbing, trembling as he kisses her tenderly, "I'm your good girl, I'm your good girl, I'm your good girl. . . "
Chuck smiles and pulls her to him, their limbs completely entwined, wrapped around each other as close as they can get.
"Mmm, yes. . . my good girl."
