Jane calmly turned the alarm off on her cell phone as Chuck's attention focused on the the sounds coming from the small booth covered behind one of the heavy red draperies in the corner. He strode quickly toward the corner. He thought he'd smelled Blair's perfume near the window. Now he didn't know if he was just hallucinating - but he knew the exact tone and timbre of Blair's voice, especially her moans. When he got to the curtain, he pulled it aside to reveal the small booth where through the one tiny window in, he could see Blair's slim, supine form stirring in her chains, on her pillow.
"What is she doing here?" Chuck's voice was low and dangerous. "And why the hell is she chained up like that?" He wanted to rip his eyes away from her but he stood at that window looking at her, transfixed. He hadn't really looked at her, spoken directly to her, hadn't touched her, since he'd left her bedroom weeks ago.
Jane's heels were clicking toward him. She had a rolling cart with her, on which was a tray with clear glass pitchers of water and orange juice. A small bowl of mandarin oranges, a small plate of Godiva chocolates, grapes and assorted cheeses were on the top level of the cart, with the second level stacked with 2 luxurious black fluffy bathrobes, a bottle of expensive body cream, a silver handled hairbrush, and a small pile of satin sheets.
She stopped right by the booth to look in on Blair through the window, where Chuck was literally paralyzed to the spot.
"The first was a gift of truth, so that you might gain understanding, and find peace in your memory of your father. Truth and Peace. This is my second gift to you, Charles. It starts with trust, and it ends with love."
"What's wrong with her? What is she even doing here?"
"She's part of the gift, of course."
That lightheaded feeling . . started again, unfurling a thousand confusing, conflicting emotions - the guilt at leaving her, of not having the courage to respond to her when she finally told him she loved him, the pain of it all was taking over his limbs with a terrible ache that started deep within his heart.
But as he watched her writhing and moaning, watching her chest rise and fall in panting breaths, her lithe body undulating in a simple black satin slip, her slim wrists, ankles and neck wrapped in leather cuffs, the most overwhelming, and familiar sensation that Chuck felt was the all-consuming desire he always felt when she was around.
"What did you do to her?" He growled.
"If I tell you, then you must stay. If you want to leave now, you must leave now. I have sent away your driver and he will not return until I summon him again."
"He's MY driver."
Jane merely shrugged. "So he is. I would advise you not to underestimate my influence, Chuck. Your father and I were very close. And he has told me absolutely everything there is to tell. About himself, about your mother, about you, about Bass Industries. Call up your own little private investigator if you wish. I can assure you, this isn't my first time at the rodeo."
"What do you want from me?"
"I want to help you."
"Why??"
"Because Bart asked me to. And because SHE asked me to."
"She asked you? Does she know about you and . . my father?"
"She does now, yes."
"And she volunteered to do – all this?"
"Yes, and more."
"Why would she do this?"
"For you."
Chuck banged his forehead softly against the wall next to the window.
Blair heard the sound, and her eyes snapped up and locked on Chuck's face. When he peered back into the room and met her eyes, he was lost.
She was in complete disarray, straining against her bonds, imploring him with her eyes to join her, her entire body undulating, her long smooth legs rubbing against themselves. She started calling out to him, when her eyes rolled back in her head and she collapsed back onto her cushions, moaning.
"Clock is ticking, Chuck."
"I'm staying. Tell me what's happening to her."
"Blair consented to be given a special dose of MDMA - which of course you know as Ecstasy. In addition to that, she's been given a very specific aphrodisiac that will remain active in her system for 8 hours."
"Jesus Christ! So she's just rolling around in there? Why is she chained up?"
"To prevent her from relieving herself."
Chuck was stone cold sober, but watching the love of his life, writhing with unrestrained desire, knowing he was the only one on earth who could - or who he would ever allow - to satiate her needs - he himself could feel a sympathetic response to the drugs she was on. His entire body ached to be with her, could hear her calling to him, and he wanted to tear down the door, set her free, and bury himself in her. But he couldn't touch her, didn't feel worthy enough to even look at her after all he'd put her through. He put his hand on the doorknob.
"It's locked." Jane said quietly.
"Well then give me the key, dammit?"
"Rules first, Chuck."
"Jane I'm sick of the games! I'm sick of all of this! Unlock this goddamn door or I will break it down!"
She gave him another one of her "go ahead and try it" looks.
Inside the small room, Chuck's eyes were glued to Blair's body, her back was arching, her hands unable to reach between her legs, her hips pumping at the air as she sobbed and moaned. He wanted to pass out, it was too much, he needed a drink . . he needed to run . . he needed her so desperately. His body sagged against the wall separating them.
"Jane . . please. . Mistress Jane. . . "
"Chuck, admit you need her."
He closed his eyes and whispered, "I do. . I need her."
"Admit you trust her more than anyone."
"Yes. I do." Chuck wanted to smash the wall, he wanted to cry, he could barely hold himself back from launching an attack at Jane, but he knew he was in no shape to win.
"Chuck, look at her! Open your eyes and look at this woman!"
Reluctantly, he gulped, and allowed himself to feast his eyes on Blair's writhing, submissive form.
"Tell me who she is to you. Acknowledge what she has done for you."
Jane pressed a button, and a small speaker turned on inside Blair's little room, allowing her to better hear Chuck and Jane's voices.
Chuck hesitates, frozen.
"There are 3 keys you will need to earn tonight, Chuck. You will earn these keys by following my orders to my satisfaction. One key is to that door. The second key is to release Blair from her cuffs and the last key will let you leave this place tomorrow."
Blair was panting, moaning, and each sound emanating from her made him shudder with the force of his desire. He could feel her need and when she started to plaintively cry out his name, in the same tone and chant she used when she was getting closer to her peak, he swore he could already feel her clenching around him.
Jane prods the situation along. "Blair, darling . . . how are you doing in there my kitty cat?"
Blair's response comes through in muted gasps. "Please . . .please . . I need to. . . I need him . . please Chuck, oh God, it's starting again . . I can't . . .uhhhnn. . nnnnggghhh!"
Jane arches a brow quizzically at Chuck, who entire body is pressed against the wall in his desperation to be near Blair.
He chokes out raggedly, "Tell me what I need to do."
"That's a good boy."
[ a/n: i don't own gossip girl, chuck or blair. mistress jane is all mine tho! :)
For the handful of reviewers who have been kind enough to encourage this story along, thank you - receiving reviews makes a huge difference, and really makes my day.
good stuff, just around the corner. moar chair! ]
