I own nothing of Gossip Girl!
(Though I wish I owned Chuck Bass :D)
So first story I've done for GG. Feed back is greatly encouraged!
Blair threw herself face down onto her bed, sighing loudly.
If only he would stay out of my head! She thought with a huff off breath. Hes cocky smile and crazy suits had been driving her crazy for years now, but after last week...well it was to late to cast him from her thoughts.
Burying her head into her pillow, she felt the embarrassment creeping up her neck and bleeding out onto her face. That scene kept running through and through never stopping. Driving her to the point of madness and shame. The feel of his hands. The burning touch of his skin on hers.
He's Chuck Bass for frickin sakes! She silently screamed at her hussy side. However the hussy side didn't want to listen.
You know you loved it! Everything from his hands to his mouth to the feel of his-
"Miss Blair! You must get ready for party tonight! And your Mani-pedi is ready downstairs" Dorota, Blair's ever faithful servant, fussed while sweeping into the room carrying a large box. The ballgown inside had been made just for her as was the mask resting on top.
Oh crap! I forgot!
Chuck was throwing his ball at the Empire. Oh course it was going to be something as dirty as a masquerade themed as Light and Dark. He had been planning it for the past two weeks. Randomly throwing the idea into the air while Blair, Serena, and Nate had met him for lunch at the Palace in his Dads Hotel. They had been shocked at the short amount of time, but nothing was ever too much for the great Chuck Bass, Blair thought hatefully.
He's doing this to torture me. He seriously wants to send me over board.
Of course you could always send him over the edge first. You did so well at it last week when you had knelt dow-
Quiet HUSSY.
"When did I start talking to myself?" Blair mumbled into her pillow, feeling the heat rise again as she smashed her face into her pillows.
"What? I did not hear what you said Miss Blair." Dorota asked while trying to pry the box with the dress open.
"Nothing" Blair said rolling over onto her back, hugging her pillow to her chest. Her ceiling offering no answers to the trouble she had, yet again, gotten herself into. She could always skip the ball. A small part in her screamed in protest at the thought.
"Um Miss Blair?"
"Dorota, I need to have a pity party with myself and you keep interrupting it! Now what for the last time before I deport you to work in Brooklyn?
"Its your dress Miss Blair! Last I remember you had it ordered as white with appropriate collar for girl of your station. This is no good for you to wear!: Dorota exclaimed, holding up a dress far different from what Blair had asked for.
The dress was black. Pure, dirty after dark, black. Sheer was an understatement. And the neck line made Blair gasp. Mostly because there wasn't one. It plunged all the way down looking like it would stop right after her belly button.
"What the hell?" Blair screaming pouncing off her bed, practically taking poor Dorota out in a attempt to snatch it out of her hands. After finally wrestling it from her sturdy maids hands and stomping to her mirror, Blair pulled up short as something struck her memory.
"I could see you in a little black dress that was cut open all the way down the front. It would make it so much easier to get to these beautiful, perfect, firm brea-"
Shaking her head firmly, Blair exhaled an angry breath. Spinning fast on her Prada shoes, she stomped back to Dorota. "Go downstairs and call my dress maker! I want to know how this order got changed and just how he did it behind my back! Then I want you to call Serena and tell her to get over here A.S.A.P. Tell her we have a serious problem!"
"He who Miss Blair?" Dorota asked, instantly sensing something was up and her mamma lion side kicked in, flaring in her eyes.
"Don't worry about it! Now out!" Blair yelled pushing her maid towards the door as Dorota dug her heels the whole way.
Finally getting her out the door and still clutching the dress Blair stormed back across the room. Stopping in front of the mirror, she debated tearing the dress the best she could with her hands. But then her hussy side came running back.
It wouldn't hurt to try it on. Just to see what it looked like. You know you want to.
Finally taking a deep breath for the 5th time, she slowly started unzipping her Escada dress. Just this one time, she thought to herself. As her dress pooled below her she slowly stepped out of it and gently kicked the expensive dress to the side. Slipping the dirty dress up her body, she started to lose herself to the feel of it. The naughtiness that shivered up her spine. Her eyes slowly slide close and she pulled the straps over her thin shoulders. He mind focused far away, stopping on him. The picture played out perfect.
He would walk up behind her, sliding his hands up her arms to her shoulders. He would then pull her back against his as he pressed hot kisses to the nape of her neck. He would slip a hand around front and trail his fingers down the front of her dress in the open slit, past her firm breast, slowly sliding all the way till the fabric started then press his hand flat to her stomach, pushing her more into his body.
Her breath was coming faster as she realized she was trailing her hand down her thoughts path. Jerking her hand away she moaned in frustration.
Why does he get to me so much?
Looking at herself in the mirror, she realized she actually looked amazing in the dress. It fit her perfectly. She looked like every mans dark fantasy. Maybe...
The limo smelled like expensive boozes and even more expensive cologne.
Chuck laid his head back against the seat. She was going to be pissed. He knew it. Had known it when he switched the orders. He had to get under her skin though. He hadn't gotten a rise out of her in a week. Every since that night.
Perfection.
That thought kept running through his head. She was sheer perfection. The thought of her made his mouth run dry and cock harden to the point of madness.
He was losing it. He had to have her again.
Now.
Anywhere.
He had fantasied having her on his bed, couch, floor, shower, even bent over his table. Just looking around his limo brought back a full blown hard on. Her scent seemed to be permanently in the leather. He could still see flashes of her head thrown back against it as he worshiped between her thighs and the sight of her hair spread out over the seats as he thrust away in heaven.
God, she was his every thought these days. Chuck Bass. The ice prince billionaire playboy was obsessed with the cities cold hearted princess. But he knew, she was far from cold inside.
No, she was hot. Searing. So wet and hot he couldn't believe it and at times even questioned his memory of how good it was.
He had to have her again. Would have her again. Nate and their past be damned. He had fucked up. Chuck had stepped in. Now he wasn't going to leave.
Nate had approached him today, asking if her thought she was seeing someone else. Chuck had simply shrugged and downed the rest of his scotch. Hoping, more than anything it would sear away the desire and guilt he felt for his best friends high school love. They were beyond high school now though. They were in college. It was past time for Chuck to make his move. He had waited years for her to finally give him the time of day besides disgust and biting remarks.
When he finally had though she had become his. In more ways than he wanted to say out loud or even admit to himself. She had given him her most precious gift. Something no woman ever had before. He had been shocked when he had drove home inside her to find out he was the first. He had always assumed her and Nate had done the dirty long ago. Nate had always been a gentleman so he figured that was why he had never told him. He knew different now. He had been the first.
And he planned to do everything in his power to be her last. She was his.
Watching a blonde bomb shell come running around the corner towards Blair's building, teetering on her heels as she skidded around the corner to race up the steps, he finally sat forward.
Tonight Blair. You will be mine again.
Glancing down at the devils mask sitting in the seat next to him, he reached up and pushed the button that controlled the glass between him and his driver.
"Drive."
"Where to Mr. Bass?"
"The Empire. I need to start getting ready."
"Yes, Mr. Bass."
Soon Blair. Soon.
Serena bust into Blair's room to stop dead as she saw her best friend.
"B! That dress is amazing! You look amazing!" She stumbled out of her mouth.
Blair spun around, still in the dress Chuck had sent. "You don't think I look like a whore?"
"No B, not at all! You look like something straight out of a burlesque show! Where did you find it? You'll be the envy of every guy at the party!" Serena gushed as she ran forward to hug her friend with a huge smile on her face.
"Well I'm not done with it yet. I need to find a slip to go underneath and maybe a light pullover."
"NO! Its amazing just the way it is. It's sheer but not so sheer its slutty. Your stunning. Do you have a mask for it yet?"
"Are you sure? And I have the original mask for the dress I was going to wear. You'd think he would have sent a mask as well since he messed up my order." Blair said as she frowned into the mirror, turning this way and that to see her body.
"He? He who? I'll look in the box in case you missed something." Serena said, eying her friend while she walked back over to the bed to dig around in the beautiful wrapping paper.
"He? I never said he." Blair stated quickly, shooting a quick look at Serena.
"Sure you didn't. Aha! The is a mask in here. There's also a note. Want me to read it to you?" Serena said waving the note around.
"No! I got it. Why don't you go and get changed? I'm sure that hair of yours will take forever to fix. Besides there's still the mani-pedis down stairs. I'll take this off and head down there in a few minutes."
"Yeah yeah. Keep your secrets. You'll end up telling me later anyway." Serena said as she started towards the door. Just before she walked out both of their cells started going off.
Flipping them open at the same time, they both dreaded if the blast would be about them.
This just in boys and girls. Looks like our Chuck Bass has found himself a date to his ball tonight. He was seen walking away from a famous dress makers shop today with a big smile on his face. Watch out ladies. This Bass may soon be off the market.
XOXO Gossip Girl
Startled Serena looked up at Blair. Blair quickly looked away towards the note now sitting on the edge of her bed.
"B do you have something you need to tell me?"
"No not at all. Pure chance happening." Blair said, blushing guilty.
"Yeah I'm not buying that but, when your ready I'm here." Serena said as she turned to walk back out of the room.
Blair slowly started to walk towards the note. Grabbing it with shaking hands she opened it and began to read.
For the queen of my dirty thoughts and fantasy's. I'll find you tonight no matter what. Be ready for when I do.
C.
Swallowing hard, Blair looked over at the mask. Yes, she thought. Tonight he will find me. But can I resist when he does?
Grabbing the mask off the bed and putting it with the dress made from wet dreams, she turned to walk out of the bedroom door. Glancing back as she went to turn off the light, she knew. Tonight everything would change. She just had to figure out if it would be good or bad.
SOOOOOooooooo First chapter down! Been a long time since I've wrote anything at all. Yes it doesn't go exactly like the real story but I like my own little twist. Somethings I've kept the same though. Also I'll be describing her dress more in the next chapter when Chuck sees her at the ball.
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