p class="p1" style="text-align: center;"On the Third Day…/p
p class="p2"Chuck grumbled in the shower. Alone. Early morning meeting, stupid time zones. Blair was still happily sprawled out in their bed, asleep, when he was about to leave. He gave her a doting kiss on the cheek and left her a note on her nightstand:/p
p class="p1"emLunch. Your office./em/p
p class="p1"emxx,C/em/p
p class="p1" /p
p class="p3""Mr. Bass!" Blair's assistant, Doreen, shot up from her seat. And yes, it wasn't lost on anyone that Dorota and Doreen could be confused. Chuck suspected Blair confused the poor girl with Dorota deliberately when she wanted to make a point. /p
p class="p3""Hello, Doreen." Chuck gave her his best playboy smile. "I suggest you forward all calls to your cellphone and you and the girls take a good long hour for lunch." /p
p class="p3"The sweet thing, her eyes went wide even though this wasn't the first time he'd sent them all away. She peeped, "Yes, Mr. Bass." /p
p class="p3"Slipping on his well worn arrogance, he turned to the pocket doors that led to Blair's office, Doreen scurrying away in the background. Pushing the doors apart with a thunderous clap, he saw Blair on the phone. His ego demanded this be corrected immediately as he stood between the parted doors, his arms still spread wide. "Blair Cornelia Waldorf-Bass, hang up that phone right now." /p
p class="p3"She glowered at him and grumbled something into her desk phone. With a well practiced flourish a moment later, she stood and slammed the receiver down. "You unmitigated ass, this is a place of embusiness/em!" /p
p class="p3"Chuck, unfazed, swaggered towards her desk. "Like that has ever stopped me. Or," he paused in contemplation, "you for that matter." /p
p class="p3""I have deadlines. So do you! Before we go on holiday, a lot has to happen. And I don't see this lunch you made note of." Her glare became even more pointed as he rounded her desk. /p
p class="p3""That's because," He pushed her to sit atop the desk, "it's already here." /p
p class="p3"With a swift motion, Chuck dropped down to kneel before her, hooking his arms behind her knees to jerk her to the edge of her desk. The soft, lose style of her skirt was no barrier at all to him. He buried his face between her thighs, expecting to tease her at first through her panties. Sometimes, in certain instances, Chuck forgot he had married Blair Waldorf. For there was nothing to be found under her skirt except the place where her thigh highs ended on the path to her gloriously exposed sex. The scent and taste of her flooded his senses and he was happy. Outsmarted a little, but happy, licking her before sucking her clit in retribution. Before licking her again, he growled her name. /p
p class="p3""Please," Blair dismissed his complaint, curling her fingers in his hair, "As though I don't know where lunch at my office ends up. You can't blame me-"/p
p class="p3"He made her gasp with a flick of his tongue./p
p class="p3""For being prepared." /p
p class="p3"In a blend of revenge, greed, and approval, Chuck swiftly gave her the first orgasm. After all, he is Chuck Bass. And he knows Blair's body as well as his own. With the right few licks, sucks, and a some well placed thrusts of his fingers, her thighs quivered while she shoved half the contents of her desk to the floor in ecstasy. /p
p class="p3""Tut, tut," he castigated her, rising to his feet and pulling his trousers open. "You're making such a mess. And without me." /p
p class="p3"He leaned over to kiss his wife, her hands meeting him half way to drag him down to her to her furious kisses. Chuck didn't hesitate to slam into her. After all, she had called him an unmitigated ass. Her desk had the audacity to complain at the force of them as they rocked together, knocking a few more papers to the floor. /p
p class="p3"Their kisses were almost as rough as his thrusts and Blair used this, to stroke and suck the tip of his tongue. Chuck growled in response, frustrated. He had two more orgasms to obtain before he would allow himself to be satisfied. So he broke there kiss, leaving his wife to be spread before him and he stood, the position giving him that much more power as he held her legs and angled himself just right. He grinned when Blair began cry from the pleasure. He continued this way, driving into her deep, hard, and just right, without giving her total release for several minutes. /p
p class="p3""Chuck," she pouted between panting and moaning. /p
p class="p3""Say 'please'." /p
p class="p3""You unmitigated as-"/p
p class="p3"He rammed into her even harder, ensuring a nice long glide against her g-spot. /p
p class="p3""Fuck." She panted, opening her eyes long enough to glare at him. /p
p class="p3""Say 'please'." His tone was more insistent this time. He let one hand slide up her thigh towards her clit, teasing her with the promise of a quick, intense release. Her eyes rolled shut again./p
p class="p3""Chuck," she breathed his name this time, his hand drifting closer to that spot that would ease her need. "Please." /p
p class="p3"He drove hard, the gliding touch of the tips his fingers all that was needed to send her spiraling into bliss. She looked beautiful before him and he could have easily allowed her to draw him over, but he wanted to enjoy the rest of lunch first. Chuck drew out before she had completely descended from her orgasm. She began to yell at him, but he pulled her from the desk. /p
p class="p3""This, off." He pulled her skirt down./p
p class="p3""This, too. And this." There went her headband and her shirt. /p
p class="p3""Done yet?" She asked, clearly still annoyed from her abbreviated orgasm. /p
p class="p3""Hardly." /p
p class="p3"Standing in front of the ornate floor length mirror she kept in her office, Chuck smiled before pushing her to her knees. Not that he had to empush/em, she went willingly once she saw what he wanted. He loved the feel of her mouth and even more than that, he enjoyed watching their reflection in the mirror. Blair looked insanely gorgeous kneeling in her bra and thigh highs, still wearing her elegant heels. How could he not want to watch her? /p
p class="p3"She rubbed her tongue hard against the head of his cock and Chuck felt his knees buckle, his hands coming up to grasp her hair in search of some control. He panted, "Enough."/p
p class="p3"Blair tipped her head back, her hands still curled around his shaft. "Enough?"/p
p class="p3"Chuck pulled away completely, allowing himself to fall back onto her small sofa. "I promised myself no blow jobs, hand jobs, or…well, any of that, until you were pregnant."/p
p class="p3"She stood, and walked over to him, those tall heels accentuating the length of her legs. He felt his cock twitch in his lap in response. This just made Blair smile more and she leaned over him, the pink Chantelle bra only making her breasts even more tempting. "Then I suggest you take me already." /p
p class="p3""Turn around. I'm not done watching you." /p
p class="p3"Blair turned and he pulled her into his lap, feeling her slide down him, welcoming him back into her body once more. Reaching up, he tugged her bra down, exposing her breasts to the mirror, making her delicate image more properly wild and she rode him. Chuck then laid back and allowed himself to be breathless as he watched his wife draw him to the breaking point. Her glossy curls, the slight bounce of her breasts, and God help him, the sight of his cock disappearing over and over into her delicious body. /p
p class="p3"Chuck curled his hands into the sofa cushion more. He couldn't last any longer; he didn't wan to. Blair panted an excited 'yes' over her shoulder and he felt her tighten around him. Then he was gone, losing himself to her beauty anew. /p
p class="p3" /p
p class="p5"That is how lunch is done./p
p class="p2"Chuck grumbled in the shower. Alone. Early morning meeting, stupid time zones. Blair was still happily sprawled out in their bed, asleep, when he was about to leave. He gave her a doting kiss on the cheek and left her a note on her nightstand:/p
p class="p1"emLunch. Your office./em/p
p class="p1"emxx,C/em/p
p class="p1" /p
p class="p3""Mr. Bass!" Blair's assistant, Doreen, shot up from her seat. And yes, it wasn't lost on anyone that Dorota and Doreen could be confused. Chuck suspected Blair confused the poor girl with Dorota deliberately when she wanted to make a point. /p
p class="p3""Hello, Doreen." Chuck gave her his best playboy smile. "I suggest you forward all calls to your cellphone and you and the girls take a good long hour for lunch." /p
p class="p3"The sweet thing, her eyes went wide even though this wasn't the first time he'd sent them all away. She peeped, "Yes, Mr. Bass." /p
p class="p3"Slipping on his well worn arrogance, he turned to the pocket doors that led to Blair's office, Doreen scurrying away in the background. Pushing the doors apart with a thunderous clap, he saw Blair on the phone. His ego demanded this be corrected immediately as he stood between the parted doors, his arms still spread wide. "Blair Cornelia Waldorf-Bass, hang up that phone right now." /p
p class="p3"She glowered at him and grumbled something into her desk phone. With a well practiced flourish a moment later, she stood and slammed the receiver down. "You unmitigated ass, this is a place of embusiness/em!" /p
p class="p3"Chuck, unfazed, swaggered towards her desk. "Like that has ever stopped me. Or," he paused in contemplation, "you for that matter." /p
p class="p3""I have deadlines. So do you! Before we go on holiday, a lot has to happen. And I don't see this lunch you made note of." Her glare became even more pointed as he rounded her desk. /p
p class="p3""That's because," He pushed her to sit atop the desk, "it's already here." /p
p class="p3"With a swift motion, Chuck dropped down to kneel before her, hooking his arms behind her knees to jerk her to the edge of her desk. The soft, lose style of her skirt was no barrier at all to him. He buried his face between her thighs, expecting to tease her at first through her panties. Sometimes, in certain instances, Chuck forgot he had married Blair Waldorf. For there was nothing to be found under her skirt except the place where her thigh highs ended on the path to her gloriously exposed sex. The scent and taste of her flooded his senses and he was happy. Outsmarted a little, but happy, licking her before sucking her clit in retribution. Before licking her again, he growled her name. /p
p class="p3""Please," Blair dismissed his complaint, curling her fingers in his hair, "As though I don't know where lunch at my office ends up. You can't blame me-"/p
p class="p3"He made her gasp with a flick of his tongue./p
p class="p3""For being prepared." /p
p class="p3"In a blend of revenge, greed, and approval, Chuck swiftly gave her the first orgasm. After all, he is Chuck Bass. And he knows Blair's body as well as his own. With the right few licks, sucks, and a some well placed thrusts of his fingers, her thighs quivered while she shoved half the contents of her desk to the floor in ecstasy. /p
p class="p3""Tut, tut," he castigated her, rising to his feet and pulling his trousers open. "You're making such a mess. And without me." /p
p class="p3"He leaned over to kiss his wife, her hands meeting him half way to drag him down to her to her furious kisses. Chuck didn't hesitate to slam into her. After all, she had called him an unmitigated ass. Her desk had the audacity to complain at the force of them as they rocked together, knocking a few more papers to the floor. /p
p class="p3"Their kisses were almost as rough as his thrusts and Blair used this, to stroke and suck the tip of his tongue. Chuck growled in response, frustrated. He had two more orgasms to obtain before he would allow himself to be satisfied. So he broke there kiss, leaving his wife to be spread before him and he stood, the position giving him that much more power as he held her legs and angled himself just right. He grinned when Blair began cry from the pleasure. He continued this way, driving into her deep, hard, and just right, without giving her total release for several minutes. /p
p class="p3""Chuck," she pouted between panting and moaning. /p
p class="p3""Say 'please'." /p
p class="p3""You unmitigated as-"/p
p class="p3"He rammed into her even harder, ensuring a nice long glide against her g-spot. /p
p class="p3""Fuck." She panted, opening her eyes long enough to glare at him. /p
p class="p3""Say 'please'." His tone was more insistent this time. He let one hand slide up her thigh towards her clit, teasing her with the promise of a quick, intense release. Her eyes rolled shut again./p
p class="p3""Chuck," she breathed his name this time, his hand drifting closer to that spot that would ease her need. "Please." /p
p class="p3"He drove hard, the gliding touch of the tips his fingers all that was needed to send her spiraling into bliss. She looked beautiful before him and he could have easily allowed her to draw him over, but he wanted to enjoy the rest of lunch first. Chuck drew out before she had completely descended from her orgasm. She began to yell at him, but he pulled her from the desk. /p
p class="p3""This, off." He pulled her skirt down./p
p class="p3""This, too. And this." There went her headband and her shirt. /p
p class="p3""Done yet?" She asked, clearly still annoyed from her abbreviated orgasm. /p
p class="p3""Hardly." /p
p class="p3"Standing in front of the ornate floor length mirror she kept in her office, Chuck smiled before pushing her to her knees. Not that he had to empush/em, she went willingly once she saw what he wanted. He loved the feel of her mouth and even more than that, he enjoyed watching their reflection in the mirror. Blair looked insanely gorgeous kneeling in her bra and thigh highs, still wearing her elegant heels. How could he not want to watch her? /p
p class="p3"She rubbed her tongue hard against the head of his cock and Chuck felt his knees buckle, his hands coming up to grasp her hair in search of some control. He panted, "Enough."/p
p class="p3"Blair tipped her head back, her hands still curled around his shaft. "Enough?"/p
p class="p3"Chuck pulled away completely, allowing himself to fall back onto her small sofa. "I promised myself no blow jobs, hand jobs, or…well, any of that, until you were pregnant."/p
p class="p3"She stood, and walked over to him, those tall heels accentuating the length of her legs. He felt his cock twitch in his lap in response. This just made Blair smile more and she leaned over him, the pink Chantelle bra only making her breasts even more tempting. "Then I suggest you take me already." /p
p class="p3""Turn around. I'm not done watching you." /p
p class="p3"Blair turned and he pulled her into his lap, feeling her slide down him, welcoming him back into her body once more. Reaching up, he tugged her bra down, exposing her breasts to the mirror, making her delicate image more properly wild and she rode him. Chuck then laid back and allowed himself to be breathless as he watched his wife draw him to the breaking point. Her glossy curls, the slight bounce of her breasts, and God help him, the sight of his cock disappearing over and over into her delicious body. /p
p class="p3"Chuck curled his hands into the sofa cushion more. He couldn't last any longer; he didn't wan to. Blair panted an excited 'yes' over her shoulder and he felt her tighten around him. Then he was gone, losing himself to her beauty anew. /p
p class="p3" /p
p class="p5"That is how lunch is done./p
