Rated *very* M! With a very big smile and a wink to my dearest Miss Brittany, Twitter's ItsBrittBeach, on her birthday. You're my favorite part of S6- after Chair being endgame! Her request was to see Chuck's 5x22 comment regarding Blair liking to watch brought into being. I dropped in a flashback into a short missing scene from that very scene in the episode, where Chuck and Blair are being shown around Vardin House by the escort Josephine. xoxo
Watching a Memory
"She likes to watch," Chuck grinned at Josephine as they left the room.
In the hallway, the trio heard loud a cry and a shout. Josephine huffed and rolled her eyes, "I'm sorry, excuse me a moment. I just need to-"
She pushed past Blair and in turn Blair back into Chuck as the escort scurried off towards the source of the noise.
"Steady there, Waldorf." His hands had come up to brace her, his warm palms on her naked arms. Her small stumble aside, Chuck clearly didn't mind it, his blatant enjoyment of it was, in fact, pressing into her back. Blair was halfway through turning to scold him when she paused, her eyes catching on something. Chuck's eyes must have followed hers.
There was a couple having sex in a large lounge chair, the woman gloriously on display in her pleasure. The heat of Chuck's hands on Blair's arms pressed to the front of her mind. The sound of his voice nearly made her shiver. "Do you remember?"
It was their summer of love. Chuck had finally said "I love you" and they were safe, all inhibitions left behind them. It didn't take long for Blair's interest in watching, and being watched, to surface during their frequent playtimes. And with Chuck Bass as her boyfriend, he knew just what to do with her.
The limo dropped them off in a parking garage in a wholly nondescript area on the edge of the city. Blair gave him a very unimpressed look. Chuck simply took her hand in response and led her to an elevator.
Once inside, Chuck pulled a card from his pocket and touched it to a panel. It lit up a seemingly dysfunctional screen. A woman appeared on the glowing screen and welcomed "Mr. Bass and his friend."
The elevator descended, no buttons pushed, no floor numbers displayed. Chuck's hand stroked Blair's back, neither saying anything. They trusted each other implicitly, even if Blair may have been thoroughly disappointed in the façade of their destination. When the door parted it was to a small, rather vanilla looking room where the woman from the screen now stood behind a receptionist desk. They had to turn over their phones, Blair had to sign a nondisclosure agreement, and the woman offered to keep anything for them so they could be comfortable. Chuck shrugged out of his suit coat then looked thoughtfully at Blair.
She was running her hands over her skirt, staring down at the dress. Her brow furrowed, "This is Alaia."
"Do you want to take it off now?" Chuck ask softly, keeping is voice free of any opinion. He just wanted her to be happy and comfortable. That's why they were here in the first place.
The receptionist distracted herself to give them a moment. Chuck leaned in as Blair tugged at the hem, whispering in her ear, "With or without out it, you'll be the most beautiful girl inside. Will you show them now or make them wait?"
He felt her decision change the air around them. Blair left the hem of her dress alone and, turning her back to him, swept her hair aside to expose the zipper.
The pleasureful anticipation that always overtook him washed over Chuck. Being intimate with Blair, even in mundane details like unzipping her dress, was an honor he always reveled in.
When the dress dropped away and Blair handed it to the receptionist, Chuck took a moment to take in Blair's choice of lingerie. A dark, dangerous, siren red, the ensemble was a warning and a temptation woven into fabric. Her soft breasts filled out the bra, the supple white flesh kissing the edges, so inviting, while the red color warned of flame, of burning, should one try to touch. The effect repeated for her hips and ass while the garter belt clipped to black stockings suggested the danger wasn't just her beautiful body, but a deviant nature that would shock as much as please. Even worse, they were the style of stockings that had a sexy seam running down the back, to drag the eyes from thigh to knee to calf and ankle to find her feet tucked in black Louboutin's.
If the promise of tonight's experiment wasn't cause enough to give Chuck a hard-on, this undoubtably did. He smirked with great appreciation and offered his arm to his girlfriend, "Shall we?"
She took his arm. Chuck watched her carefully as the door was opened to them. Before stepping through, "Blair," she looked up at him, "If at any point you want to stop, to leave-"
Any possible hint of nervousness in her face disappeared as she grinned up at him, "Let's go play, Bass."
The main floor of the club was comfortable and classy, for a place that had cages and St. Andrew's Crosses on open display. Such types of humiliation were a fetish, just like any other. There were various doorways in the walls, like little warrens, and several staircases.
As they walked though the large room, weaving between tables, chairs, and other pieces of furniture, Chuck had Blair walk in front of him. Heads turned, an unknown number of eyes watching their procession. His small smirk was proud with a touch of arrogant glee. Whispers asked if he was sharing, but he shook his head no as he and Blair approached one of the doors. His hand traced over her back before drifting down to rest on her round ass, giving the room one last show before the left.
The door led to a dimly lit hallway, which as they walked, Blair discovered was labyrinthine and full of unexpected places. The hallway snaked through rooms where couples, or groups, were in various states of undress and various states of pursuing pleasure and pleasing. Chuck and Blair often paused to watch for a time, deciding if it was were they wanted to stay while their hands reached out to caress, to soothe and excite the building desire in one another. It was a delicious torment, stroking the anticipation higher, only to step back down the hallway and stop it before starting it over again.
After what Blair knew Chuck would think was too many rooms, they found a modestly occupied room, with a wide, comfortable lounge chair left vacant. She smiled at Chuck and he took her hand and led her to the chair. He sat down first and Blair sat in his lap, sideways, her legs dangling over one arm of the chair. Now she was able to kiss him and see him while they watched together. Closest to them, one couple stood, the woman with her hands on the wall as her lover drove into her, making her breasts rock in a delicious motion. Another couple laid on a sofa, lying on their sides, the man taking the very well endowed woman from behind. It displayed his lover fully, showing little of him beyond where his girth was buried inside of her.
Chuck dropped little kisses on Blair's neck, one of his hands gently stroking her side while the other was free to roam across her body. The eyes of the several other couples moved about the room, watching just as they were, some quite appreciating Chuck and Blair's slow show.
His fingers traveled along the back of her bra and he whispered, "Shall we show them a little more?"
Blair answered him with a smile and a kiss and he easily tugged the clasp apart. She pulled the bra away, Chuck's hand and mouth quickly following to taste and touch. The man on the sofa responded by draping a hand over his lover and grasping one of her large breasts. Blair enjoyed the envy that had inspired his action, her hips wiggling in Chuck's lap a little, in order to feel him and feel that heavenly friction. While his teeth grazed her nipple, Blair pushed his hand down towards her panties, "More."
It was a teasing display. Chuck's fingers slipped beneath the fabric covering her sex to discover the extent of her wet desire. Playing up the feel of his touch, Blair let out a happy moan before feigning embarrassment by hiding her face against his neck. But she pressed her smile into his skin as he stroked her, but did not enter. At this denial, Blair's smile opened to let her teeth nip at him, provoking a deep growl from him in return.
Chuck adjusted, moving to half dump her out of his lap while he whispered, darkly, in her ear. "Take them off."
Blair's legs unfolded and she stood tall in front of their chair, brazenly half naked. Her fingers snagged the sides of her panties and pushed them free to float down her legs to the floor. Stepping out of them, she let her hands rise to cup her breasts, rolling her nipples between her fingertips. This tiny bit of self pleasure was quickly disrupted by Chuck's hands on her hips, pulling her back into his lap.
This time she faced fully away from him, entirely on view for the enjoyment of the room. She smartly let her Louboutin's fall off her feet as Chuck spread her thighs wider where she sat on his legs. Pulling her feet up to perch on the edge of the chair, his hands brought her back, while she pushed up, her own hands on the chair's arms. In the next moment she let her cry, near-screaming, fill the room as he shoved into her, her body dropping to meet his and taking the full length of his cock.
Blair's eyes were closed while the pleasure invaded her senses, but she clearly heard one of the men in the darkness let a long groan go in his climax. This had Chuck pushing her back up and pulling her back down immediately in pursuit of that same end. Blair caught his rhythm easily, panting happy noises as she felt her breasts bounce.
Blair's eyes had opened though it took some effort against the waves of pleasure. The couple that had been fucking against the wall had shifted. The girl had dropped to her knees as her lover stood, jerking himself hard before her face. Blair's eyes rising from the excited look on her face and the long shaft he was stroking, she finally looked at the man's face. He was watching her. His free hand was on the wall, seemingly holding him up as his hand moved feverishly over his cock. Blair felt a jolt of vain pleasure zigzag through her body, concentrating down low, where Chuck felt to be slamming up into her even harder. The man's mouth fell open, his jaw slackening as his peak grew closer. So Blair egged him on. She made a loud whimper and hungrily licked her lips as the man stared. She grinned when his eyes rolled back and he made a desperate moan, his load shooting all over his lover's face.
As Blair continued to bounce in Chuck's lap, his hands slid up from her hips to her breasts. She leaned back for him, letting him cup them fully so he could knead them and tug her nips as he liked. After barely a minute, it made her even more frantic. She could hear him chuckle behind her, even over the moans of the others, even over the juicy noise of her pussy sliding up and down his cock. "Shall I relieve your frustration?"
She made her cry a touch pathetic for show, "Chuck."
One of his hands abandoned her breasts and dropped down between her spread thighs. The woman on the sofa had stars in her eyes as she watched Chuck pushing up into Blair while his fingers reached down to slip over her clit. Blair's hand gripped the arms of the chair hard. Chuck growled loudly at Blair, "Milk my cock hard with that little pussy."
It cracked over her hard and fast, the pleasure blinding and deafening. All that existed was the maddeningly wonderful, overwhelming gratification of Chuck pleasing her. Time slid away from her, unsure how long the pounding presence of her love shoved into her body and her mind. When she possessed her body once more, Blair found the noise in her ears was her own voice, cracking as she cried Chuck's name. Her eyes barely working, opened to stare up at the ceiling, her head leaned completely back. Chuck's hands were back at her hips, keeping her pliant body rocking and bouncing in his lap.
Taking several gasping breaths, Blair tried to wet her lips, finding her mouth had gone desert dry. When she had her voice back, and the feel of her feet and legs, "Chuck, please," she begged him, "I need to feel you. Fill me up so much it runs out of me."
She knew invoking that image was a special button of his. "Fuck," he cursed from behind her, "dammit, Blair."
Blair flashed the room a deviant smile just as Chuck shoved her down hard, making her give a happy cry of success. She continued to rock her hips back and forth, Chuck's bruising hold helping to jerk her just right as he spilled inside of her. Blair was confident they both had lazy, blissful smiles on their faces while they slowly returned to a normal state of existence.
Moving forward to stand, Chuck grabbed her arms and pulled her back against his chest. "Not so fast, you dirty minx. You did that on purpose."
His movement had pulled his cock free of her, the long resting length of it lying half on his stomach and half against the naked stretch of her thigh. Chuck's hands ran up her sides to find her breasts once more, to tease and caress. "You give me, and your devoted audience, what you promised."
"Chuck," she whispered, turning her head to his. He gave his mouth to her, the strokes of his tongue on hers loving and comforting. This feeling, this connection, is what sent the delicious ripple through her body. Made her sex clench. Blair gasped, her head pulling back at the feel of his seed pouring out of her and running over her folds.
"Mm, good girl." Chuck purred in her ear. One of his hands still cupped her breasts, the other coming to pull one leg back further, ensuring a clear view of their hard work to any who wanted to see. All the while, they kissed, happy and satisfied, genuinely forgetting the room for those few minutes.
When they finally stopped kissing, Chuck looked deep into her eyes. He stroked her hair— something only her boyfriend could do. His eyes were soft and so…
He whispered, "I love you."
Back in the 2012, back in Vardin House, Blair finished turning towards Chuck. "I'm surprised you do."
He gave her a strange smile she felt she couldn't entirely decipher. "Can't imagine the day I won't."
"Ugh, pervert." Blair stepped out of his hold and walked away from him.
She didn't catch him glance at the couple again with a sad smile, showing the shards of his broken heart to anyone who might look at him long enough.
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