[ Thanks to everyone who is reading/reviewing/faving my story. It's my first fan-fic, and I hope it's entertaining and satisfying to all my fellow Chair-Shippers. ]
Thursday night, 8pm, Blair's house.
"Miss Blair, Mr. Chuck for you" Dorota's voice called out. A few moments later there was a soft knock on the door.
"Enter, Bass." Blair was seated behind her desk, her homework and papers strewn around her. Her hair was coiled into a bun, exposing the nape of her neck, and she wore a tight navy V-neck sweater and a grey wool pencil skirt. She looked like an uptight librarian. Chuck couldn't suppress his grin.
"My my, Waldorf. You're looking awfully studious. A successful shopping excursion, I hope?"
"Yes, we did some damage." She didn't look up at him, and instead looked from her books to her papers, obviously making some mental calculations and jotting down notes. She heard him sigh, and saw him shove his hands into his pockets from her peripheral vision. She stole a quick peek at him and saw his brows knit together in confusion - she had to keep her smile to herself, even as her heart was racing.
"Glad to hear it. So what would you like to do tonight? Or is this a study date? 'Cause if it is, I forgot my books."
He went up to her desk and sat in the chair across from the heavy wood antique, his lips pursed as he assessed her mood and motive. Didn't his little show at Victrola affect her at all?
"One sec, Bass." Blair finished up some notes then closed her book. Leaning back in her chair she finally looked at him. "Okay, what were you saying?"
Slightly annoyed, Chuck answered, emphasizing his words, "I asked you what you'd like to do tonight. I assume you're free now, since you've finished your homework like a GOOD. LITTLE. GIRL."
He said the last words slowly and thickly, watching her face intensely for any shifts in her breathing or posture.
Upon hearing those words, Blair's throat went dry. She swallowed and took a steadying breath even as her pulse quickened and her body grew warm.
Chuck smirked, watching his words take effect. He went in for "the kill." Or so he thought.
"If you like, we can head over to Victrola tonight for a drink. Would you like that?" He watched her carefully, anticipating her explosion.
Instead, Blair leaned back in her chair, tilting her head to one side and giving him a strange look before walking around the desk to perch her bottom on the edge of it, crossing her legs flirtatiously in front of him. Her luscious little mouth was pursed into a thoughtful moue, and she looked down at the floor before peeking up from beneath her lashes, almost shyly.
"Mmm. Victrola. Yes, I saw that you were auditioning today." Much to Chuck's surprise, she slid off the desk and went to her knees, kneeling on the floor, between his thighs. She lay her head in his lap so he couldn't see her face, but so she could nuzzle against his inner thigh.
"I have to admit I was a little jealous. But I've been trying to be good, Chuck. Haven't you noticed? Can you rub my neck a little, please?"
Chuck frowned in consternation, even as his pants grew tight around his erection. This wasn't really the reaction he'd been expecting, and he wasn't sure where she was going with this at all. But he couldn't resist her lovely exposed nape, and began firmly kneading her neck and shoulders, relishing the contact with her bare skin. She moaned as his strong, graceful hands worked away the knots of tension, and one small hand gripped his muscular calf, and travelled up to dig her nails into his thigh. He grunted at her, but didn't stop massaging her.
Suddenly, Blair turned her head to look up at his face from between his spread thighs.
"Chuck, do you still think I'm ten times hotter than all those dancers?"
He leaned forward to take her face between his hands and kiss her softly on the mouth. "Of course I do."
Her eyes searched his when she inquired innocently, "Why didn't you tell me you were auditioning new dancers at Victrola?"
Ahh, that's better, thought Chuck. He kept his smug thoughts to himself, mentally planning how he was going to get her so worked up with jealousy that she'd be paying the forfeit in 10 different positions tonight. In her provocative position, it wasn't hard to come up with ideas.
"The club manager was auditioning them today. When you weren't around after school, I thought I'd pass by and do a little quality control. Why do you care, Blair?"
Blair quickly stood up to tower over the seated Chuck. She hiked up her skirt, lifting one knee to straddle him, then the other. When she was fully astride him and they were face to face, she settled herself right on top of his hard bulge, and wiggled around, making him groan and she slowly started grinding rhythmically against him.
"Maybe I want to audition, too," she confessed to him, filling his sensitive ear with her hot breath and sexy whispers, "You know how much I liked dancing for you before."
"Mmm, I like this side of you, Waldorf," he said, his hands coming around her to cup her ass in his hands and pull her closer to him, "although I love the back side of you, too." Their tongues dueled in a deep kiss that left them both panting, hot, and horny as hell.
"Skip the dancing, Waldorf, I need to get inside you." Chuck growled in the rough husky tone she could never resist. His hands went to unbuckle his belt, but she grabbed them to still his movements.
"Nooo, Chuck," she gasped between kisses, "I want to . . I have a surprise for you." With that she climbed off him and ran off into her bathroom, leaving him completely frustrated, yet intrigued. He reached into his pants to adjust himself and walked, or waddled, over to a cabinet where she kept his favorite Scotch just for him. He poured himself a drink, tossing it back quickly before pouring another one and walking over to sit on her bed, absent-mindedly looking through the stack of novels and photo frames on her bedside table. He suddenly wondered if Blair kept a diary hidden somewhere and made a mental note to find out.
"What's this surprise, Waldorf?" he called out to her. "This better be good."
Blair looked in the mirror, smoothing a coat of deep red lipstick over her lips. Satisfied with her makeup, she leaned down to finish lacing up her knee-high leather stiletto Chanel boots. Opera-length black leather gloves covered her arms, and a tight black leather corset cinched her already tiny waist, accentuating her creamy breasts which swelled over the corset top. Fishnets, garter belt and a tiny leather tanga-style panty completed her outfit. She left her hair in the severe bun. She narrowed her eyes at her reflection in the mirror, and smiled wickedly.
She turned around to face the petite Asian woman who was similarly clad, waiting in Blair's enormous walk-in closet. The woman smiled, nodded, and picked up a large leather duffel bag beside her.
"Ready to school this bad boy?" Blair asked, giving her breasts one final push up in her corset.
The woman nodded again, and whispered, "Turn out the lights in there."
[ AN: I've read through almost every C/B story on this site, and others, and haven't found ANYTHING where Chuck gets dominated. Hopefully this is the first? Let me know! ]