Her bathtub was nearly filled to the brim, and Blair was preparing to step into it and let her troubles wash away with the warm water. It had been a stressful week, mostly because of - who else? - Chuck Bass. Yes, she loved him. Of course she loved him. She had loved him, whether she knew it at the time or not, since the night she lost her virginity to him in backseat of his limo. That night, Chuck Bass, the womanizing manwhore, had proved to be incredibly gentle and respectful. He had also managed to make her feel more ecstasy than Nate or Marcus ever could have. She felt a tingling between her legs just thinking about how perfectly he could work her body.
But no. She could not think like that right now. She refused to lose this game. If he didn't want to say those three little words first, then she sure as hell wasn't going to either. She knew how badly he wanted her, and she knew that she was putting him through hell by refusing to say it. Unfortunately, the same could be said of her, but she had no intention of making him any more aware of that than he already was.
She slid into her bathtub and let the warm water envelop her. Closing her eyes, she leaned her head back and tried to think about anything but Chuck Bass.
"Well, well. I have to admit, I always love it when you're wet," an unpleasantly familiar voice said, breaking into her reverie. Blair's eyes snapped open, and she looked over to see Chuck leaning against the door frame of her bathroom, eyeing her appreciatively. Much to her chagrin, she felt her heart beat speed up, and that familiar tingling between her legs returned in full force.
"Get out!" Blair cried, trying to cover herself as Chuck sauntered towards her. She reached desperately for her towel, but he snatched it away before she could reach it.
"What's wrong, princess?" Chuck smirked. "Aren't you happy to see me?" He reached a hand forward to stroke the side of her face, but she swatted it away.
"No!" Blair snapped. "What the hell are you doing here?"
"I just came to see if you'd changed your mind about saying those three little words yet," he said, trying to focus his eyes on her face instead of her naked body. "I'm becoming... impatient." Impatient was an understatement. He was desperate to fuck her - he grew hard evey time he even thought about her perfect little body. Seeing her completely naked in a bathtub was not helping matters. But no matter how badly he wanted her, he wasn't ready to give up this game just yet. Even more than he wanted to fuck her, he wanted to hear her say that she loved him.
"Well, you're out of luck, because I haven't changed my mind," Blair said defiantly, even though having him this close to her naked body had significantly weakened her resolve.
"That's a shame," Chuck said, trying to keep his cool, even though a very significant part of him was dying to just rip her out of that bathub and fuck her till she was hoarse from screaming his name. He reached out and began stroking her arm, pleased that this time, she didn't stop him. Maybe he was getting to her. "Perhaps there's something I can do to persuade you?" he said huskily, rolling up his sleeve and dipping his hand into the water so that he could stroke her side.
Blair nearly died as she felt his expert hands glide over her hip. "No. No, you can't," she choked out.
He ran his hand over her stomach, coming dangerously close to her mound, which was desperate for his touch. "Are you sure about that?" he breathed, loving the look on her face that proved how badly she wanted him. He slid his hand lower, driving her wild by slowly stroking the oustide of her mound.
"Chuck, please..." she murmured pathetically, and even she didn't know whether she was begging him to stop or to keep going. He slid two fingers inside of her, and she let out a moan. Only Chuck could make her feel like this without even using his dick. He knew her body perfectly, knew exactly what he had to do to make her scream with pleasure. She had never experienced anything that even compared to what he could to do to her.
"Say it, Blair," he whispered. The sight of her open-mouthed, eyes closed, hungering for more of him, was enough to give him a throbbing erection. "Say it, and this never has to stop." He slid another finger inside of her, and she moaned again, adjusting her position so that his fingers went deeper.
"Just fuck me Chuck," Blair pleaded. She was desperate to feel his dick inside of her.
"Not until you say it," Chuck said, although the erection pressing against his pants was telling him that it didn't matter, that he should just give her what they both so desperately wanted. He continued pumping his fingers expertly, praying that she would give in.
"I - I can't," Blair said, and her body hated her for it. "No. I'm not saying it before you."
It took every ounce of self-restraint that Chuck possessed to pull his fingers out of her. Blair whimpered at the loss of contact - she had been seconds away from peaking. "Your loss," he said angrily. "I'll see you in school, Blair." And with that he turned and stormed out of the bathroom, leaving Blair alone in the tub, tears streaming down her face.