Disclaimer: I don't own the characters. They belong to Cecily von Zeigesar and The CW.
I know it's been forever since I published a new story. I have no excuses other than writer's block and life's interruptions, but inspiration has struck and hopefully it keeps hold.
This story takes place a few months after "Heaven in My Arms". Starts out steamy, but the story will have more substance, I promise.
"Good evening, Beautiful," Chuck greeted his gorgeous girlfriend in their bedroom as he returned from his mind numbing day at the office. She had her schoolwork laid out on the bed as she always did as she studied for her classes. He climbed up on the bed and kissed her cheek.
"How was your day?" Blair inquired as she kept her focus on the computer in her lap that she was typing notes into.
Chuck began giving her a play by play. It became apparent that she wasn't really listening as her responses became more automatic the longer he talked.
"And then Eugenia pulled me into the board room and threw me on top of the table and had her way with me," he tested her.
"That's good," was Blair's response.
Chuck promptly took the laptop away from her to get her attention.
"Hey, Chuck, give that back," she cried out as she reached for the computer. She had spent an hour on her term paper, and she couldn't remember when she had last pressed save.
"I just told you that Eugenia and I are having an affair and your response was 'That's good'," he told her.
"You and Eugenia did what!" she exclaimed, her eyes wide in anger. Her face was turning red as the rage began to course through her.
"We aren't really," he told her quickly to calm her down, "I was merely testing if you were listening, and you obviously weren't."
"Chuck," she smacked him on the chest to scold him. "Don't scare me like that."
"You know that you have nothing to worry about with Eugenia and I," Chuck reassured her, "She is merely my executive assistant."
"I know," Blair sighed as she leaned in to kiss him while trying to covertly steal back her computer before she lost all of her hard work.
"Is this something that needs to be done for tomorrow?" he inquired as he released the computer.
"It's not due until the end of the semester," she told him as she quickly saved her work and set the computer aside.
"Have you had dinner yet?" he inquired as he pulled her towards him.
"I've been waiting for you," she shook her head as her arms came around his neck as he pulled her tighter against his body.
"How about we go out for dinner tonight," he suggested, "Get ourselves dolled up for a night on the town. We can have dinner and then go to the opera."
"I have an exam that I need to study for," she shook her head in disappointment.
"We're in a rut," he announced suddenly, "We've fallen into a routine."
"We're not in a rut," she laughed him off.
"Blair, I can tell you what we did three weeks ago on Tuesday," he told her, "I can tell you that because it's the same thing we did this past Tuesday, and the Tuesday before that. Wednesdays and Thursday I can accept because those are nights we have set aside for specific purposes, but every night seems to be the same as the week before."
"Are you getting bored, Bass?" she pouted.
"Maybe a little," he confessed, "We're nineteen years old, and some nights I feel like we're an old married couple."
"You want to get married," she reminded him.
"We deserve to have fun every now and then," he replied.
"Then go out and have fun," she told him, "You don't need me on your arm. Give your best friend a call, and go. I don't mind."
"I don't want to go without you," he told her, "One night a week without you is about all I can stomach."
"I don't know what to tell you, Bass," Blair replied, "I need to study."
"I know," he sighed. "I know how important schoolwork is to you. I love how cute you look when you're concentrating really hard."
"Cute," she pouted. She hated being called cute. It made her feel like a little girl rather than the woman she saw herself as.
"Sorry, sexy," he corrected himself as he pecked at her lips.
"Are you going to continue to just hover over me or are you going to make love to me?" she inquired.
"Such a difficult decision," he grinned as he leaned in with a mischievous grin. It wasn't his lips that attached to her neck as she had expected, instead his tongue was attacking her delicate neck drawing goose bumps as he went as her skin cooled.
"Such a talented tongue," Blair spoke out loud without meaning to. Chuck's hesitation told her that he'd heard her as he chuckled softly. "Oh my god, that was out loud," she realized as she buried her head into his shoulder in embarrassment.
"All the better to please you with, my love," he told her as he coaxed her away from his shoulder so that he could resume his pleasurable torment. Her cheeks were flushed crimson in embarrassment. He felt the need to pause for a moment to address her embarrassment. "You have nothing to be embarrassed about," he assured her, "What is said and done in our bedroom is between the two of us. Never should you feel the need to blush or hesitate in embarrassment. Feel free to do, say or shout anything you wish. I will never think anything less of you."
"Promise," she demanded.
"I swear on my love for you, which you know is the most sacred thing to me," he replied as his lips grazed the outer shell of her ear.
"Take me, Chuck," she demanded softly as his tongue was put to good use as he dipped into her ear in the way she loved. A deep groan escaped from her throat.
"Take you where?" he inquired as he began to slowly peel their clothes away from their bodies, alternating between the pair until they were both completely bare.
"To ecstasy," she called out as his fingers grazed over her nipples as her breast were exposed to him.
"How shall we get there?" he pressed. He didn't need her encouragement as he was far too turned on to stop, but he wanted to see where the new freedom he'd given her would lead.
"Chuck, please!" she gasped as his feather light touch tickled her ribcage.
His eyes penetrated hers. He was searching for something without knowing which words were his trigger. "How do we get there, Blair?"
"Fuck me!" she screamed into his ear.
Chuck's eyes went wide as the crass words escaped her lips. Until that moment, he hadn't thought that phrase was even in her vocabulary.
"Say it again," he growled in her ear as he settled in between her legs pressing himself at her entrance.
"Please, Chuck, fuck me!" she gasped as her legs wrapped around his body as his hands grabbed her ass as he pushed into her.
She felt amazing, as she always did. She was so warm and inviting. He moved in and out easily as her moans matched each of his thrusts. Just as she was close to reaching her peak he rolled them over so their positions were reversed. Blair didn't miss a beat as she began to thrust against him, finding her release immediately.
"Don't stop, Beautiful," he encouraged her as her erratic thrusts began to slow and almost stop completely as she road out her orgasm. Blair's unfocused eyes connected with Chuck's as she gained her second wind and renewed her thrusting. "That's it, ride me."
"I feel you," she moaned as her head was thrown back in pleasure, "I feel you so deep. Nobody has ever gone as deep as you. Nobody has ever filled me like you."
"And nobody ever will," he vowed. "You're mine."
She nodded, but her nonverbal agreement was not enough for him at the moment as he wound his hands in her hair, pulling her roughly towards him as his lips crashed against hers.
"Say the words, Waldorf," he commanded.
"Tell me what to say," she moaned as she pulled against his restraint, wincing in pain as her hair pulled against her scalp.
"Tell me, you're mine," he growled.
"I'm yours," she responded instantly, "Of course, I'm yours. I'll always be yours."
"Do you still think we're in a rut?" Blair inquired as she stroked his bare chest with her fingers as they lay on the bed basking in the after glow of their lovemaking.
"Our lovemaking is never dull," he assured her as he captured her hand and kissed her delicate palm. "I never intended for you to think that I was bored with our sex life. That is most definitely one of the most interesting aspects of our lives together."
"What can we do?" Blair asked as tears filled her eyes. His talk of their rut made her feel painfully inadequate. She loved the man in her arms more than she'd ever be able to express in words. She knew he loved her just as deeply and he'd live through whatever rut they were in without any complaint. Even earlier when he made his comment, it wasn't a complaint, it was merely a statement of fact. He didn't expect her to do anything to fix it.
Their life was a routine, as it had to be. She had school. He had his work at Bass Industries. Routines had to be a part of their life or they would not be succeeding as they were. Bass Industries was growing at an unprecedented rate. Blair was doing amazing at NYU, maintaining her perfect GPA. Their biggest accomplishment was their relationship, rut or not.
"No tears, Beautiful," he told her as he kissed her cheek tenderly, "I make no complaints about our relationship. I love you, and I will not trade what we have."
"You're Chuck Bass, your life was one long string of parties and one night stands," she replied. "You went from that notorious playboy to the committed boyfriend that I go to bed with every night. How is that enough for you?"
"The Upper East Side is a shallow, empty existence. You know this just as well as I do. I lived an empty life because I had nothing to fill it with. I have you now," he told her as he clutched at her waist, pulled her on top of him. "My life is now full. I'll say this everyday for the rest of my life if I have to. I love you. The reason I can give up my playboy ways is because for the first time in my life I'm happy."
"And the rut," she prompted him.
"I'm sorry I ever mentioned it," he sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration, "If a rut means I'm as happy as I am, then I welcome the rut; I relish the rut. I pray to god this rut continues for the rest of my life."
"Eugenia, cancel all of Chuck's afternoon appointments," Blair told his trusty assistant as she showed up unexpectedly at his office the next afternoon after her classes for the day had wrapped up.
"He has an important business meeting," Eugenia reminded Blair. She knew it wouldn't be news to Blair as Chuck always gave her a rundown of his day.
"Are you telling me it cannot be rescheduled?" Blair inquired as she tapped her nails anxiously against the faithful assistant's desk.
"I'm telling you it's an important business meeting. You tell me if I should reschedule," Eugenia replied.
"Will the rescheduled meeting affect Bass business?" Blair pressed, biting her lip as she waited for Eugenia's answer. She wanted to surprise Chuck, but not at the expense of his business dealings.
"Probably not," Eugenia shook her head.
"Reschedule the meeting," Blair instructed her as she motioned towards the closed door of Chuck's office. It was never closed, so this was an odd sight. "Is he in his office?"
"He's on a conference call with his business manager in Japan," Eugenia replied as she glanced at the phone on her desk to see that the line she had set up the call on was still lit orange.
"I'm just going to slip in and wait for him," Blair announced.
Eugenia nodded as she began rearranging Chuck's schedule.
"You're the best, Eugenia," Blair called out to her, "Don't ever let Chuck tell you any different."
"I won't," Eugenia chuckled as she heard the click of the door close behind Blair. Her grin widened. Blair had that determined look on her face as she stepped off the elevator. She'd seen the look before and it was always to her boss's enjoyment and an afternoon off for her.
Blair entered Chuck's office as his back was turned to look out the window as he spoke sternly into the phone. He was oblivious to everything else around him, including the entrance of his hard to ignore girlfriend.
Blair quickly set up the items she had brought along in her handbag as she waited patiently for him to end his call. She was becoming so turned on by the stern, sexy voice he was using. He was obviously upset about something.
She could tell by the words he was using that his call was wrapping up, so she quickly removed her blouse and skirt as she prepared to greet him. As his chair swung around the words he was about to say left his mind as he stared at the vision of Blair standing before him.
"I have to go," Chuck announced abruptly as his eyes scoured Blair's curves. He felt his pants tighten instantly as he shifted uncomfortably in his chair. She stepped around his desk quickly and deposited his phone back onto the cradle.
"You're drooling, Bass," she announced as she planted herself into his lap as she kissed his mouth-watering lips.
"Not that I'm not happy to see you, but what are you doing here?" he inquired as he felt the cold metal of a handcuff being slapped on his wrist and then anchored to his chair so he was unable to move.
"I'm pulling us out of our rut," she announced as she began sucking hard on his neck as she unbuttoned the collar of his dress shirt.
"You'll leave marks," he groaned as his head fell back against the high leather back of his chair.
"Good," she hissed as she bit down roughly.
His free hand went to pull her into him, but she was quick to hold it away, giving the same treatment to his other wrist.
"I want everyone to know that you belong to someone," she announced.
"We could tattoo your name on my forehead," he chuckled.
"I could leave you with this hard on you've got pressed against my thigh," she replied sarcastically as she stroked him through his pants just enough to tease him harder. "Your reach isn't long enough. You'd suffer for hours."
"It's Wednesday," he reminded her, "Isn't this your girl's night out with your friends? Nathaniel and I are meeting for drinks later."
"I called and cancelled on your behalf," she shook her head, "Tonight you are mine and only mine." Her class load the next day was light. She was thinking perhaps about not going all together if she could talk him in to playing hooky with her. First she had to set the trap.
"And what do you have in store for me?" he inquired as he pulled at the cuffs. He was going to be bruised again; he could feel it. He thought how ridiculous it was that someone had not invented a non-bruising handcuff yet. Chuck would have made them a millionaire by now.
"I was going to start with blowing your load," she responded as she began biting his ear.
"And then," he gulped down a groan.
"Ride you until we break this chair," she replied as she rubbed herself against him in hopes to create a little friction for herself so as to alleviate some of the need inside her. This was supposed to be about him. She hadn't planned for how turned on she had gotten by merely planning his seduction.
"And after that?" he added eagerly.
"Relocate to that table in the corner so you can nail me against it," she responded as her need for release became too difficult to ignore, "But first you need to do something for me."
"Anything," he moaned.
"Get yourself out of those handcuffs and make me cum," she demanded.
Chuck quickly freed one hand and pushed her panties aside, plunging a finger inside her heat.
"Good lord, Waldorf, you're wet!" he exclaimed as his eyes widened in surprise as he expertly twisted and turned his fingers inside of her, finding all the spots she liked. "Is this all for me?"
"Oh, god!" she moaned as her head rolled back in ecstasy as her legs opened wider to allow him better access. Her back arched as she began to thrust against his hand. Her release was so close. She could feel the familiar tingle in her toes. Soon the energy began to spread, before she exploded in pleasure. Chuck's fingers continued their ministrations, drawing out her orgasm for as long as he could. He loved watching her face in moments like these. She was totally in the moment and uninhabited by anything else around her.
"Now that business has been taken care of," she announced as she regained a hold on her senses and re-cuffed his hand.
"The hand job wasn't part of the plan was it," he realized as she stood up and slid her panties off. They were damp and useless now. She might as well let him enjoy all of her assets. Her matching bra was removed as well as she got down on her knees in front of him.
"No," she shook her head as she resumed the unbuttoning of his shirt, pulling it out if his trousers, "But sometimes a girl has to shift her priorities, especially when her need is as great as mine was."
"Feel free to let your priorities shift anytime you please," he chuckled as she worked his pants open. He lifted his hips slightly to allow her to pull them down his legs. He looked to the heavens and offered a brief thank you now that his confined member was free from it's restrictive cage.
"Boxers, Bass," she mused as she discovered the undergarment he rarely wore, tented in front.
"I'm at the office," he reminded her as she pulled the elastic band at his waist, sliding it against his erection as she pulled the offending boxers off his body.
"Hand or blow?" she inquired as she stroked his little soldier standing at full attention. She'd become more comfortable with her oral skills the last few months. She's set aside a full evening to practice on him just before school resumed. He had been a willing subject.
"Neither is going to last long," he grumbled as he arched against her touch. He was nearly there already. A few well-intentioned strokes of her hand or lips were all it was going to take. "You decide how you want to clean me up."
"Blow it is," she grinned cheerful as her lips closed around him moments later.
"Fuck!" he cursed loudly as her hands went to his hips automatically to keep him in place. She must have sensed how desperate he was for release as she instantly began to hum, causing him to explode into her mouth. She swallowed each drop eagerly. Had he been a flavor of ice cream, it would certainly have been her favorite.
"What do you think, Bass, does our little friend have a few more rounds left in him?" she inquired as she began stroking him again without giving him a moment to recover.
"Fuck, Blair, give me a moment," he hissed as he tried to catch his breath. She wasn't the slightest bit deterred as her finger ran along the sensitive tip.
"You have a lipstick ring," she chuckled as she traced the ring around him. "It's not really a good color for you."
His hand came out to caress her chin softly as he skillfully released himself from the cold metal around his wrist.
"You're going to be the death of me, Beautiful," he told her as he felt himself responding to her touch.
TBC. . .