Empire Hotel, Penthouse

Chuck and Nate were shooting pool when Nate's phone rang. "Hey Serena, what's going on? Tonight? A guy from my lacrosse team is having a party. Why, what are you and Blair doing? Oh that's too bad, well if you're up for it I can take you with me tonight. Great, I'll pick you up at 9." Chuck finished his shot and looked up at Nate. "Going out with Serena tonight? How are things between you and my sis?" "They're going well, better than well, we're in a good place." Chuck smiled at him, happy for his best friend. "Blair isn't going?" Nate spoke while making his next shot. "No, Serena said she has a test tomorrow so she's going to stay in and study. Shouldn't you know that already? Aren't you having her every move followed?" Chuck opened his safe, reached into it and pulled out a navy blue folder. He opened it and looked at a couple of pages inside the folder. "I am, which is why I know she doesn't have a test tomorrow. I have her class schedule as well as every syllabus."

"You need help man." Chuck shook his head. "What I need is Blair." Nate thought he was crazy. "Yeah and how are you planning on pulling off that miracle because the last time I checked she wants nothing to do with you, not that I blame her. You were a complete asshole." Chuck was undeterred. "I was but I can get her to forgive me, I just need time and I need her to be free from any distractions." Nate didn't understand. "What do you mean distractions?" Chuck smirked. "Haven't you heard, Blair has decided that she is ready to date again. That's what tonight is about. She wants to see if she can meet someone at this party." Nate seemed confused. "I don't understand, why would Serena lie and say Blair's not coming." Chuck looked patiently at Nate, remembering how slow he could be. "Blair is trying to hide from me because she knows that I will sabotage any chance she may have in meeting someone, let alone dating them." Nate wasn't surprised. "And how would she know this?" I may have told her when she stopped by earlier that I would never allow her to see anyone else." Nate couldn't believe him. "Chuck, you had no right to do that." Chuck took a deep breath. "Nathaniel, rights have nothing to do with it. It is merely my self-preservation at work. Because you and I both know that if I see Blair with another man I am liable to kill him at which point I will end up in jail. Can you imagine the clothes I would be forced to wear in jail? Just the thought of it makes me ill."

"Look man, I know you're hurting but she broke up with you, you need to find a way to move on." Chuck shook his head. "I can't, I tried, there's no way around it. She is mine and I am hers. Without her, I'm not me and If I'm not me, I'm dead." Nate gave up, knowing he would have to resign himself to becoming an accomplice in Chuck's latest scheme. " So, let me guess, you've developed a new found interest in parties thrown by members of my lacrosse team." Chuck smiled. "Why now that you mention it Archibald, I have. And let's talk about the members of your lacrosse team, specifically the best looking ones and any financial issues they may currently have." Nate thought about it. "It's going to be a long night. Are you coming with me to pick them up?" "No, I think it would be better if I was there when you arrived. It will give me a chance to get to know everyone a little better before you get there."

Upper West Side

Chuck had already been at the party for about 30 minutes when he saw Blair arrive from across the room. She looked beautiful. She was wearing a dress that was far too revealing for Chuck's taste. At least when she was in public without him. It was a deep burgundy and the front was cut very low to her breasts and the skirt was easily three to four inches above her knee. He was appraising every inch of her when he saw her shoes. What the fuck. She was wearing the the $5500 one-of-a kind Louboutins he bought her to get her to forgive him for missing dinner at her mother's when he had to work late. The heel was at least five inches and the shoes combined with the length of the skirt made it appear that her legs went on forever. She was almost as tall as Serena in those fucking shoes. Chuck felt a vein start to throb on the side of his head and he had to take several deep breaths to calm down. He knew he had nothing to worry about. He made sure of it.

Chuck had a productive conversation with the captain of Nate's lacrosse team who assured him that all eligible men at the party would stay away from Blair, for a price. Apparently the team needed new uniforms and equipment which Chuck was more than happy to provide. He even agreed to charter a luxury bus so the team could travel to away games in style. He thought it a small price to pay for his freedom. He really didn't feel like getting arrested tonight. He texted a photo of Blair that he had stored in his phone to the captain who then sent it to all of his teammates with a note that told everyone she was off limits.

Blair still hadn't seen him and Chuck decided that it would be better to hide in the shadows so she could see for herself how futile her attempts at moving past him would be. There was a large terrace off of the living room and Chuck stepped out onto it and positioned himself in the corner so he could watch his perfect plan play out. The drapes were angled in such a way that he could see in but he was well hid to those who would look out. Flask in hand, Chuck took a sip of scotch and watched.

Blair felt great. She was so excited to finally be out, to start phase one of her "way to fall out of love with Chuck" plan. She felt free and sexy. She had carefully selected this dress from her mother's collection. It fit her like a glove and it accentuated all of her curves. Her shoes went perfectly with the dress. Chuck bought them for her. She wore them on purpose. He couldn't control what she did. She knew these shoes were a large part of the package that would help her seduce someone tonight. Even though he wasn't here the shoes were her way of rebelling against him. Of her telling him that not only would she move on from him tonight but he would help her do so.

Nate left her and Serena and went to get them drinks. While he was gone she and Serena checked out the room. They both noticed a lot of very handsome looking men. "Not bad Blair, you were right there are a lot of hot guys at Columbia". It was then that Blair noticed the men that were checking them out, or more precisely checking Serena out. Nate noticed too as he came back with the drinks. He handed them to us and then placed a very protective arm around Serena's waist. Nate's lacrosse buddies immediately started to look away from Serena and all of them started giving Nate looks to show him how awesome they thought he was to be with someone so hot. Blair had counted on that and was fairly certain that the spotlight would shine in her direction now that the Goddess Serena had been safely removed from play. It was then that she started to notice something very odd. It happened more than once. In fact it happened about 4 or 5 times. She would look over at a guy and find him checking her out and when she locked eyes with him he would look at her, appear startled, and immediately walk away from where he was standing. This continued to happen at least three more times. The free and sexy feeling she had was slowly being replaced by feeling of claustrophobia combined with a side of looking hideous. She knew she'd been out of the game for awhile but she never had guys look away from her like she was a troll. This was not going well. Her whole plan was starting to crumble.

Serena must have noticed something was wrong because she asked Blair if she was alright. Blair told her and Nate what was happening and Serena looked at her like she was crazy. Nate didn't. Nate started looking at the ceiling. He always wore his thoughts on his face. He was so easy to break. "NATE!" He kept trying to look anywhere but at her. "What?" "Nate, do you know why all of the men at this party are treating me like I have the plague?" Now he started to look at his shoes. It was Serena who finally got him to talk when she grabbed his arm and forced him to look at her. "How would I know?" It was Blair's turn to start in on him. "Nate did you tell Chuck what you were doing tonight? " "I may have mentioned it." Blair felt her blood pressure starting to rise. "And did you tell him that I was staying home to study for a test?" "I did" "So Chuck had no idea that I would be here tonight, right?" "Well not exactly." Blair was practically shrieking, "What do you mean not exactly?" "Chuck knows all of your classes, he has every syllabus. He knew you didn't have a test." "Damn that motherchucker! Where is he?" Nate looked around the room and didn't see Chuck anywhere. "I haven't seen him. Maybe he's not here." Blair thought about it for 2 seconds. "He's here. And if he thinks he's getting away with this he is sorely mistaken." Blair looked towards the door and saw a whole new group of men walk into the party. "Nate, are those guys on your lacrosse team?" Nate looked over by the door. "No, I've never seen them before. "Perfect. See you two later." With that Blair walked over towards the group that just walked in, on a mission. Nate and Serena just looked at each other, shook there heads, and went back to enjoying the party.

It didn't take Blair long to find a willing accomplice. One of the guys that had just came in immediately walked over to her as soon as she looked in his direction. As he approached his gaze followed her from top to bottom resting on her shoes. This was perfect. He looked at her like she was sex on heels which is exactly the way she wanted him to. She knew Chuck was here, watching. She looked back at him with the same appreciative gaze. He was hot. Not hot like Chuck. He was taller, about 6'2", and blond. She could tell by his body that he must be athletic. She could see his muscles through his shirt. When she got closer she saw his eyes. They were green. They were absolutely striking. He walked up to her and as he introduced himself he took her hand and raised it to his lips and kissed the back of it. His actions were that of a perfect gentleman. God, she hoped not. He had an accent. He said his name was Will and he was from Dallas. Who cares, thought Blair, just keep looking at me like that and talking to me with that amazing drawl. Striking the sexiest pose she could muster and batting her eyes at the newest answer to her problem she spoke. "I'm Blair. What brings you to New York? Do you go to Columbia?" "No, I'm only here through the weekend. I'm visiting my cousin and he lives down the hall so we thought we'd stop by. I must say I'm glad that we did." As they continued to talk Blair slowly moved closer to Will as he moved closer to Blair. They continued to flirt up a storm while another much darker storm began to swirl up from the terrace.

Chuck's mood was turning blacker by the second as he watched the scene unfold before him. He immediately texted the captain to get him to stop whatever was happening between Blair and the motherfucker-who-was-about-to die at Chuck's hand. The captain looked in his direction and gave him a nod indicating that he would fix it. Chuck felt marginally better as the captain walked over to Blair and pulled the motherfucker away from Blair for a private chat. When they were done talking the motherfucker walked up to Blair, pulled her into his arms and started kissing her. Not only was he kissing her, he was crushing her body into his and he had started to run his hands all over her. Chuck saw red and immediately looked at the captain who looked back at Chuck and shrugged. Chuck took out his wallet, pulled out a c-note and began to rip it half in front of the captain. The captain raised his hands as if to say hold on and he went and grabbed another lacrosse player. The motherfucker now had his hands cupping Blair's ass as he pulled her closer to him while sticking his fucking tongue down her throat. Chuck was about to walk over and kill him when the lacrosse player that the captain had been talking to pretended to trip and spilled his entire drink on the motherfucker, thereby saving said motherfucker's life. The lacrosse player feigned ignorance and apologized profusely while showing the motherfucker to the bathroom. It looked like he told Blair he would be right back and he walked away following the guy who spilled a drink on him. Chuck was not going to wait for that to happen.

As Chuck walked over to Blair he texted Arthur to have the limo waiting when he got downstairs. He was at her side in seconds, grabbing her elbow to lead her out of the party. Blair was not surprised that Chuck was on her the minute Will walked away. She was however, slightly shocked at the sight of Chuck. She had never, in all the years she had known him, seen him look so angry. It was like he was in a rage. He got her to the hallway and she started to pull away from him, telling him to let her go, that she wasn't going anywhere with him. That only seemed to make him angrier and at that he lifted her up and threw her over his shoulder and pushed open a door in the hallway that lead to the stairs. Blair started to squirm to get him to put her down but he held on to her like he was a vice grip as he carried her down the stairs. She began to use her fists to pound on his back and his only response was "enough". He said it with such force that she stopped hitting him and stayed perfectly still. Chuck got them out onto the street and she saw that Arthur was standing there holding the door open for them. He pulled Blair back down and practically threw her into the limo. Arthur closed the door behind them and within seconds they were driving away.

Chuck was in a rage. Blair was not helping. She was looking over at him, smug, practically smiling. He couldn't take it. He opened the sun roof and reached over and grabbed her legs. He ripped one shoe off then the other and threw them through the roof out onto the street. "My shoes, really? Isn't that a bit juvenile, even for you?" Chuck's anger had barely cooled. "Perhaps, but I didn't have them made so you could wear them when you wrap your legs around another man while playing the whore." Chuck heard Blair's intake of breath at being called a whore and he didn't care. He wanted to hurt her like she had hurt him. "I told you I was moving on Chuck." Chuck leaned in closer to her and was an inch away from her when he spoke. "And I told you there would be consequences." Blair tried to move away from him but she was already up against the door. "Of course, I forgot. Is this where you pull me over your knee, bare my ass and give me the spanking you think I deserve?" Chuck looked right at her, his dark eyes were lethal when he spoke. "Oh sweetheart, make no mistake, you will take a very long turn across my knee for the events of this evening. But if I were you I would consider myself lucky that your punishment will have to wait. I'm sparing you the feel of my belt which is the only thing I think you deserve with your little performance being so fresh in my mind."

Blair's pulse started to quicken at Chuck's threats and at his close proximity to her in the limo. He was practically on her. Her mind was racing as he reached over and grabbed her thighs and pulled her under him. He looked absolutely possessed. He placed his hands in the bodice of her dress where it cut down to her cleavage and pulled it apart. He then worked his way down, pulling and ripping until the dress was completely destroyed. Blair couldn't move. She had a plan. What was that plan? She couldn't remember. She probably couldn't even say the word plan. She was falling again. She always did when he got like this. Who is she kidding she falls whenever he touches her. Nothing turned her on more than seeing him like this. Possessed, like an animal. Throughout their relationship she would try to anger him like this, so he would take her like he is now. That is why she acted that way tonight, that was her true plan, the one she would never admit to. She let Will touch her because she knew if she did she would get this. Chuck raw, dangerous, out of control. If he touched her now he would know. He would feel how wet she is. How turned on she gets when he rips off her clothes and treats her like she is his possession. When he tells her that no one else can have her. He seemed even more crazed when he looked down at her after he ripped apart her dress.

His anger started to rise even higher. She was wearing a lingerie set that was made of black lace and completely transparent. Her breasts were heaving out of the bra and the panties were made of just the slightest amount of material. This is what she wore to move on. His mouth was on her in an instant. His kiss was punishing. He coaxed her lips open and played with them with his tongue, biting them. He heard her moan and felt her tremble beneath him as she raised her hips up to meet him trying to pull him to her with her legs. He took her ear between his teeth and let out a hiss as he nibbled on it. Then down her neck, sucking and biting, leaving marks as he went. His hands reached down to her bra and he looked right at her as he grabbed the fabric between her breasts and ripped it right off of her. He then lowered his head and took one breast in his mouth sucking hard on her nipple. He continued to suck and moved on to the other nipple while she writhed in pleasure underneath him and took his head in her hands grabbing his hair and pulling him closer as he sucked harder on each breast. Blair was starting to unravel. The harder he sucked the closer she came. She didn't think she could take much more and then he pushed both of her breasts together and took both of her nipples in his mouth and sucked hard. She felt it all the way to her core. It only took seconds and she came apart, shaking as wave after wave of euphoria passed over her as she had her first orgasm.

Chuck was smiling as he came back up and kissed her again. She wanted more. She couldn't wait. She reached down and undid his pants and pulled him out. He was already hard as she pulled his pants down over his ass. He positioned himself at her entry and looked right at her before he entered her and his eyes said it all. She was his, only his. He continued to thrust in and out and had his hand wrapped around her ass as he pulled her to him every time he entered her. Every thrust was more possessive than the last. He knew she was about to come and he waited until she was close and then he placed his finger on her clit and forced her to look at him while he played with it while thrusting into her harder and harder until he saw that she was at the edge. He thrust into her one last time as they were overtaken by one of the most intense orgasms either had yet to experience.

He laid down on top of her and placed his head next to hers. His tone was lethal as he whispered into her ear, "you play the whore for no one other than me."