Chapter 2

Chuck Bass needed to escape from that living room. He couldn't make sense of the sensations wrenching his gut. All he could see was the image of his best friend whispering into Blair's ear, her face lighting up, and Nate touching her.

Mine.

He felt physically ill. What was wrong with him? Maybe he had food poisoning. Whatever it was, he knew he just needed to be alone for a bit, take time to regroup, and then rejoin the festivities below.

But in the back of his mind he knew that, for that one glorious minute his arms wrapped around Blair, his body felt lighter, he actually felt happy. And so very aroused. More so than he had ever experienced in the past. And damn, he was still aroused. Very. Much. Aroused.

Maybe time alone was what he needed. Just Chuck, his left hand, and fantasies of a petite brunette with amazingly soft lips. Lips that had kissed him back.

As he took refuge in one of the guest rooms, he noticed a flash of dark hair behind him. Blair?

"Hello, handsome," Georgina purred seductively.

"Stalk me much, Sparks?"

"No, not stalking per se, more like pursuing with the hope of some mutual relief. I saw that little demonstration down there and I have to say, you piqued my interest."

"I aim to please, Sparks." He gave her a half smirk that didn't reach his eyes.

She walked towards him.

"Shall we continue with the party games upstairs, Bass?"

Chuck kept his face expressionless and responded with, "What are you proposing?"

Her blood red lips curved seductively, "I'm offering you something you can't refuse."

With a cock of his brow, he remarked, "Oh, and what's that?"

"Me."

His mouth turned dry.

Chuck's brain yelled, "Get the fuck out of there!"

His cock simply growled, "Fuck!"

Given his vital organs were at odds, he simply stood there. Paralyzed.

"And I thought we could make this even better by inviting my friend Molly to join us."

He glanced behind her. With a curious expression, he asked, "Where is she?"

"Right here." She opened her hand to reveal two bright yellow pills imprinted with a cartoon bunny.

He arched his brow, "Ah, a little ecstasy, I see. I'm game."

She held her pale palm up towards Chuck. He took one of the pills and placed it in his mouth. After an effortless swallow, he grinned humorlessly at Georgina.

She smiled back and took the remaining pill, placing it on the tip of her tongue. His gaze drifted down to her mouth. He realized he was about to embark on a journey from which there was no return.

With two steps, she closed the gap between them, a wicked gleam in her shockingly blue eyes. She undid her high ponytail causing her glossy black hair to fall like a heavy curtain past her contrastingly pale white shoulders. She skimmed her fingers over the spaghetti straps of her flimsy summer dress and in one fluid motion eased them off her shoulders. The dress tumbled to the marble floor with a quiet swoosh. She was completely naked.

Chuck's eyes widened slightly. He inhaled a sharp breath and took in the sight of her body. Her skin was startlingly white, almost translucent. Her very round breasts rode high and were accented with shockingly pink nipples and aureoles. His gaze drifted downwards and was greeted by tight midnight curls.

He cleared his throat. "My, my, my, Georgina, you leave nothing to the imagination."

"And from your little show downstairs with the Ice Queen, you seem to know how to kiss like a well-practiced lover. I saw how you made Blair thaw with ease. Makes me believe your talents go way beyond kissing."

He shrugged, "I've had no complaints."

"Well, let's see how you rate given I know you've never actually fucked anyone," she responded with a knowing smile.

He began to feel uncomfortably warm. His heart was hammering against his chest. His vision began to blur. He imagined another dark-haired female in front of him. Chuck felt more alert. And his cock was unbelievably hard.

Georgina began unbuttoning his shirt, the sensation of the buttons grazing against his skin felt unusually intense. It was as if his senses were on fire. He had an uncontrollable urge, an intense craving to increase physical contact. He wanted to rub every square inch of his body against something. Anything. Anyone. Even this girl. But she didn't feel right. Her lips were too red, her skin too pale, her hair too straight, her scent too strong. She was not her. But his mind was in a haze and his physical need trumped the warning bellows coming from his head. The one above his neck.

He eyed her long fingers trailing down his chest. "What do you propose we do?"

"How about a new game called 'Fuck with a Twist'? Something akin to that little game we played downstairs? But this time, you're my partner and we're going to do way more than kiss."

Upon hearing Georgina's proposed plan, Chuck's cock won. Head held high, saluting all as it ran a victory lap around his loser of a brain.

Georgina continued to detail what was going to happen. "Just like the game downstairs, there's going to be an element of charades, acting out a scene. But we won't have an audience. Well, unless you want one," she said darkly. "And I plan for this to last longer than 60 seconds," she added mockingly.

"I see. I'm up for Charades 2.0."

With a gleam and a smirk, she pushed him roughly unto the bed. With an authoritarian tone, she stated, "Lie down, Bass. You're going to do as I command."

Before he could react, Georgina unzipped his pants and removed his belt. She eyed the belt, snapped it tightly with her two hands, and grinned wickedly. She crawled up his body and lifted his arms. She looped the belt around his wrists and attached them to the slats of the headboard.

"What are you doing?" he grunted hoarsely.

"I told you. We're playing charades. You are my servant and I'm the very horny mistress of the manor. Your job is to cater to my every whim. And right now I want to be in complete control. More specifically, I want to use your body exclusively for my pleasure."

He blinked. He never envisioned his first time involving bondage. Well, maybe once, but he was in the power position.

Before he knew it, Georgina was straddling him, doing exactly what she told him she was going to do. She rubbed, pulled and licked. Finally she lowered herself onto him.

He shut his eyes, attempting to picture the girl he actually wanted on top of him. Ruby red lips, chocolate brown eyes, chestnut brown curls, hints of jasmine and rose. Blair. But the sensations he experienced simply didn't match what he had experienced downstairs. With a sigh, he resigned himself to focusing on the pure physical awareness of this warm, wet pussy grasping at his very hard cock. After a few minutes, he congratulated himself with his first non hand-held release.

Afterward, Georgina shimmied off Chuck and strode to where she had dropped her beaded clutch and reached inside. From the corner of his eye, Chuck noticed a glint of silver and realized she had flicked open a small pocket knife.

"What the hell are you doing, Georgie?"

"Calm down. Don't get your silk boxers twisted in a bunch. I'm just marking my territory."

What? Terror gripped his insides as she approached. She climbed back up on the bed, straddled him once again, and stretched her body over his. Chuck held his breath as she trailed the cold blade slowly up his torso, neck, shoulder, bicep, forearm, wrists. He glanced up and saw that she was carving something into his leather belt.

She admired her work. "There, all done!" a sound of triumph in her voice.

"What did you do? Untie me now, Sparks."

"Oh, I see. Are we switching roles? Your wish is my command, Master," she said in a somewhat eerily playful manner.

With that, she unfastened the belt from his wrists.

Chuck stared at Georgina, eyed the blade still in her hands, and then looked at the markings on his belt. He noticed a tick mark and the initials "GS".

"You ruined my belt. What the hell did you just do?"

"I added a literal notch to your belt. That way you'll always remember me, your first time, and our special little game."

Chuck noticed her blue eyes contained an extra special sparkle of crazy. This bitch is a psycho. He needed to run as far away from her as possible. Fast. Now.

He buttoned his shirt, tucking it into his pants as quickly as he could without looking obvious. "Well, game over. We had our fun, but just so you're aware, I have a '1 and Done' policy when it comes to who I have sex with." A policy that was put into place two seconds ago. "I'll make sure to always remember this night. And if I forget, the notch on my belt will be sure to remind me," he said smoothly, masking the shudders of terror that ran through his body.

She sighed in satisfaction. "I have to say your sexual skills did not disappoint. But, as you probably know, I'm conducting a 'Sample of St. Jude's' and right now I'm thinking a Shane Silverton sorbet would cleanse my palette. I'll see you around, Bass." And with that, Georgina easily slipped on her dress, grabbed her clutch, and left the room without a backwards glance.

All of Blair's dreams were finally coming true.

It was just like how she had always imagined. Her White Knight rushing to her side, whispering how beautiful she looked, looking at her with those bright blue eyes and revealing how his feelings for her were more than just friendship. She was still heady from Nate asking her to accompany him to his grandfather's estate next weekend.

Blair blocked out insignificant details such as Nate kissing her cheek with an excess of saliva on his lips or how he rushed off as soon as Brett gave him the universal signal for lighting up a joint. At least Nate offered for her to join him, which she politely truly was considerate. The perfect prince.

Mrs. Blair Archibald. She liked the sound of that. Then why was something nagging at her? And why was that Basstard's face invading her storybook thoughts?

However, if Blair were truly honest with herself, she would have realized that the headiness she was experiencing started way before Nate had pulled her aside. She realized the dizzying feeling started the moment that Basstard touched her cheek. And that those sensations escalated when his mouth covered her own. First gently, but then deeper and more passionately.

She touched her lips. They were still swollen. She inhaled sharply as she realized that her first kiss had been so much better than what she had fantasized. Unfortunately, her leading man was supposed to be blonde and blue-eyed.

Well, she should at least commend Chuck for a job well done. They had been the best at the game therefore congratulations were definitely in order. It was the polite thing to do. Not because she actually wanted to be in close contact with him again.

She frowned when she realized that Chuck Bass was no longer where she had left him. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him turn the corner to the upstairs bedroom. She told herself she was simply going to tell him how they had been the best. And that would be that.

Then why did it feel like hundreds of little wings were pounding against her insides?

To be continued

A/N: Happy spring everyone! Let me know what you think about this chapter. I know some of you were a little anxious about how I might detail Chuck's first time with Georgina. Too much? Just enough? Let me know, I'm curious to know how you felt. And thanks to all the new followers, favorites, and reviews. You make me very happy. And, big hugs to scarlett2u for her words of editing/commenting wisdom. You're the best!