Ok guys here you go! Sorry for the delay. Anyway, this chapter is the Present Time, beginning with the meeting with the lawyers, and then a "trigger word" that leads to a flashback at the end of the chapter. Let me know what you think and let me know if the flow is making sense. You might have to go and read the chapter before just to get back on track. They're not very long ;-). Happy Readings! xoxo

"So if your client is looking for a free ride, she can just forget it," Mr. Bass'-bitch lawyer was mumbling somewhere in between the cloud of memories that had overwhelmed Blair. Ride. That was the trigger word.

And she was sure Chuck was grinning and enjoying every minute of her discomfort. She could almost feel his intense gaze boring into the side of her head. But she refused to turn around and meet his gaze head on. She needed a moment to compose herself. The direction of her thoughts made her turn a crimson red and caused a strange heat to spread across her body. Ride me baby...

She could still hear that Basshole's insufferable voice whispering naughtily into her ear. That damn

word. He always knew what to say, when to say it and how to say it. He knew how all the nasty sex talk turned her into a puddle around him. How he could make her come by just saying those words. She was pretty sure Chuck had coached his lawyer on what to say and when to say it. It was turning into a ridiculous spectacle.

"So Mr. Bass will not be succumbing to any ridiculous demands. We can just ride this out and make it hard for both parties, or we can give in to each others wishes and make this a pleasurable experience."

Blair scoffed as the words left the lawyer's mouth and turned at once. Her eyes angrily stared down at Chuck as she stood from her seat and began huffing across her side of the table. "Mrs. Lennard, your client is the one making ridiculous demands. He expects me just sit back and take it-"

"It was never a problem before," Chuck cut in as Blair began her rant, his sexual remarks only serving to further agitate her.

"Fuck you, Bass."

"Yesterday, you left a few kinks in my back that I still have to stretch out. But once that's resolved, I'll be more than happy to accommodate you," Chuck grinned wickedly, enjoying the shocked expression that crossed Blair's face, Mrs. Lennard's face, and Mr. Cox's face.

An eerie silence came over the room, the erratic breathing evident by the rise and fall of Blair's chest the only sound that cut into the high strung room.

Mr. Cox was the first to cut into the deafening silence.

"Uh-um. Well my client would like to keep the couple's vacation home in Tuscany..."

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Vacation Sex

"Chuck Bass will you please relax and wait until we get to the house," Blair said between laughter as Chuck's roaming hands slid under her dress and began creating a hot trail against her skin.

"Oh Waldorf-" he stopped as he saw the dark look Blair shot at him. "Bass. Bass. I'm sorry. It's hard to change."

"I took your name in marriage, Bass. The least you could do is remember to use it," Blair complained as she shifted to the opposite corner of the limo.

"OK. Sorry Mrs. Bass. Now come over here," Chuck continued, reaching out and grabbing her hand in his strong grip. He began to tug her closer to his side of the limo as Blair continued to remain impassive.

"I said no. Wait. Like a good boy," Blair said as she slapped at his hand that remained shackled around her wrist.

"Oh come on Blair. It's limo sex. It's tradition. Come here and fuck me," he finished softly, knowing just what to say and how to say it in order to draw a reaction from her. And it worked.

He could feel her arm loosen beneath his grip and her chest rise as her breathing altered.

Shifting closer to her, he began kissing and licking his way up her arm, burying his head in the crook of her neck as he kissed, bit and sucked at her sweet, soft skin.

"Mmm. Bass, you sure know how to make a woman say yes," Blair groaned as Chuck continued to work his lips and tongue across her skin.

"Just my woman," he mumbled against her neck, drawing a sigh from Blair as a warm tingle fluttered through her at his words.

His hands sneak under her dress again, reaching the lacy thong she had used in order to seduce him the first night at their Tuscany home. Sliding two fingers against her mound, he felt the wetness already beginning to cream her panties, and he felt his erection jump to life at the realization of just how turned on she was.

"Oh God, B..."

"Chuck?" she murmured in response, her mouth grazing against his ear and whispering hotly against his lobe.

"Yeah...?"

"We're here," she stated sharply as she flipped the door open and the cold air smacked him back down to earth.

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Blair stood behind the car as the chauffeur removed their luggage from the trunk of the car and handed the bags to Chuck. Thanking him sourly (considering his need for sex was suddenly put on hold much to his dismay), Chuck grabbed the bags, handed the driver a generous tip and stared up at Blair who stood by with a smug smile across her face.

"You just wait, Waldorf," Chuck whispered rudely. "Grab your things, Waldorf."

The smile automatically disappeared as Blair grabbed her three luggages and began struggling up the steps that led to their palatial retreat. Chuck quickly bounded up the stairs, the few bags he carried making his trudge up the stairs easier and quicker than Blair's. Disappearing behind the doors ahead of her, Blair huffed and puffed and cursed the very day he was born.

"You inconsiderate, self-serving, rude prick," Blair shouted as she reached the entrance hall of the house and shut the door angrily. Why the hell she married the pig? She had no idea. He was rude. He was spoiled. He would bitch and moan if he didn't get his way. Two people couldn't have those traits and make a relationship last. Only one of them was allowed to be rude, spoiled, bitchy and whiny. And it should most definitely be her.

"But you love me anyway," he growled from behind her as he grabbed her from behind, wrapped one muscular arm around her thin waist, and with his free hand scrunched up her skirt, found the top of her thong and delved his hand inside.

Blair threw her head back harshly against his chest as she ground her hips against his hand. He had just slipped two fingers inside of her and she already felt herself coming undone.

"That's right...you're more desperate...you're craving it more than I am," Chuck moaned against her ear, the feel of her tightening around his fingers driving him insane. His cock ached. It was pounding and throbbing as quickly as his heart, as quickly as her bucking hips. His entire hand was wet, dripping down to his wrist. His fingers were wrapped in a sweet hotness that had his cock clenching in response.

"Come here," he bit out roughly, removing his hands and causing her to whimper. Pushing her forward into the living room, he bent her over the back of the sofa, threw her dress over her head, slid her thong down to around her ankles, pulled down the zipper to his slacks quickly and rammed his painfully erect penis inside of her the moment it was free.

"Oh fuck!" Blair screamed as she became impaled against the couch. She came. Hard. Fast. Way too soon. "Oh God, Chuck!" she continued to scream as she thrust and pumped desperately against his hips. "More! More. Faster. Harder!"

Chuck hissed in approval, feeling her orgasm wash over him, he began to pound inside of her violently, his cock losing itself inside her wetness. The smacking sound of their bodies joining, the loud moans and groans of approval were enough to wreck havoc on his senses.

He felt Blair's tiny hands reach between their bodies and grab on to his sack. Feeling her small fingers clamped around him caused his cock to swell and twitch within her, and with a few more long, hard strokes he poured his seed within her.

"Welcome to Tuscany..." Blair mumbled against the couch, feeling his weight atop her and his come sliding down her shaking thighs.

A/N: Next up...animalistic sex! :-)