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"You okay?" he inquired as her breathing finally returned to normal as she clung to him as they tried to recover from their mind-blowing encounter.
"You are throwing away any residual condoms you have laying around the penthouse," she told him, "That was amazing."
"I'll get better," he assured her, as he blushed in embarrassment. He, Chuck Bass, had embarrassed himself by his lack of control. He had acted like a pimply faced virgin getting his first taste of female flesh, blowing his load with surprisingly little control.
"You are amazing," she assured him.
"You're not that good of a liar, Blair," he told her as he kissed her softly, "But thank you for trying."
"I'm being serious," she told him, "And I'm not talking about just today or just your sexual prowess in bed, which is always amazing, even today. I'm talking about you in general. You've never committed to any one thing in your life until this time last year, and you've done so effortlessly. You've given up your playboy ways for me . . . only me."
"Always you," he told her, "You are my everything."
"And you are mine," she replied she curled herself against him, her promise ring shining brightly as she laid her hand on his chest.
"Are you really okay with this new turn in our relationship, or was that just the lust talking earlier?" he inquired as they basked in the afterglow of making love.
"I'm really okay with it," she told him, tracing random patterns along his chest with her finger. "I'll admit it that was a bit of a surprise, and not exactly the gift that I expected, but it's actually better than anything I could have thought up." She stopped speaking for a moment to gather her thoughts for what else she wanted to say. "It felt better than I thought it would."
"What do you mean?" he inquired as he shifted so that he could look into her eyes. He needed to see what she was saying as much as he needed to hear the words.
"When you came inside me," she blushed, "It felt amazing. I've never felt that surging force before. I didn't know what to expect. I liked it. I feel closer to you than I've ever felt."
"That's because a part of me is still inside you," he told her as he kissed her forehead.
"I want more of you," she told him as she continued to caress his chest seductively in the hopes that he was ready to go again, but he captured her hand and lifted it to his lips so he could kiss her ring, his tongue tracing the precious metal.
"We'll need to be little more careful now," he told her.
"No little Basses running around yet," she agreed. "You'll have to take no for an answer on occasion."
"For have a backup supply of condoms for those moment when I cannot take no for an answer," he chuckled as he kissed her ringed finger again. "Do you ever think about it?"
"About?" she prompted him.
"What it will be like when we are married," he elaborated.
"A little," she admitted, blushing in embarrassment. She was still getting used to him talking like this. For so long, she thought marriage would never be in the cards for them. "I honestly don't think things will be a lot different than they already are for us. We already share every part of our life now. I guess it will just make things between us all the more permanent."
"Is it possible to be any more permanent than we already are?" he chuckled as he twirled a ringlet of her hair around his finger.
"I don't think so," she laughed along with him.
"Do you think our sex life will change?" he inquired, as he raised a curious eyebrow to her.
"I'm not so sure that anything will change our sex life," she responded with a twinkle of amusement in her eyes.
"I love you, Beautiful," he told her as he lifted her chin so he could kiss her.
"Happy Anniversary," she replied, "I love you too."
"Did I do okay planning this day?" he inquired, "This is new to me."
"You did perfectly," she assured him as she climbed over him, "Now it's my turn."
"Already," he chuckled as she began nipping at his chest. He felt her nodding against his skin as her lips continued their dominance over his body. Her tongue came out and began licking him, first one nipple and then the next, assaulting them until they became tight peaks before her journey continued south to his stomach. "Jesus, Blair," he hissed as her tongue dipped into his belly button.
"Payback," she told him as she sat up to grin mischievously. Her hair framed her face in an untamed way. She never looked more beautiful than when she was ravishing him like this. "How many times have you drove me crazy this past year with torture like this?"
"Too many to remember," he chuckled menacingly.
"It's my turn," she informed him as she fought off his hands as they tried to encase her waist to gain some control. "Not today, Bass. I'm in control. If you know what's good for you, you'll let me have my fun."
"By all means," he surrendered as he held up his hands, which she promptly pinned down. Like he was going to protest. He watched as a deliciously dark thought popped into her head. He gulped nervously. He knew that look. That look was dangerous.
"How much has changed since we last stayed here?" she inquired as her head craned around to look at the familiar room.
"Not much, I'm sure," he told her, "I don't even think anyone has stayed here."
"Do you think housekeeping found any of your secret hiding places?" she asked as she suddenly climbed off him and disappeared into what was once a closet full of his designer clothes.
He maneuvered slightly on the bed so he could watch her gorgeously naked body as she moved into the closet. She slid open a drawer and popped open the false bottom where he had once kept his marijuana stash so his father wouldn't find it. She turned around with two pair of metallic handcuffs lined with fur hanging from her fingers.
"I've been looking for those," he told her, his eyes twinkling in amusement.
"I hid them from you after the last time you used them to torture me," she told him as she quickly returned to him and resumed her position on top of him as she grabbed one of his wrists and slapped the cuff on roughly.
"How did you know that false bottom was even there?" he inquired as he eyed her curiously as she raised one of his hands to the headboard and clasped the other side of the handcuff to the bed so that his arm was now rendered useless
"Process of elimination," she told him as she gave his other arm the same treatment. He gave a firm tug to both sets of cuffs to test how secure he was. He grinned as he realized he was pretty secure. He'd taught her well. "You had to have had a place to hide your stash all these years. I got curious one day when you were at work."
"You asked Nathaniel, didn't you," he concluded. "I'm going to murder him."
"After a few hours of searching, yes, I broke down and called him, and it took a bit of trickery on my part to pry it out of him, so you can't murder him," she nodded, "Now, be a good boy and maybe I'll give you a reward."
"You wiggling around on top of me is plenty rewarding," he smiled slyly.
"Silence," she told him as she slapped his cheek sharply. He looked at her in stunned silence for a few moments.
"You just slapped me," he told her, the shock still evident in his voice and on his face.
"No speaking," she hissed as she gave him a stern look as she held a finger to his lips.
"Waldorf, you had better be prepared to back this dominatrix routine up with some sort of action," he growled as she bit down roughly on his Adam's apple.
"Be afraid, Bass," she grinned as she began to nuzzle his neck as she ground her pelvis against him. He cursed as he tried to rock against her to create the necessary friction he desperately needed, but she wasn't cooperating.
"Come on, Blair, I'm dying here," he groaned as she slid down his body, her hands caressing his upper thighs before they grazed over his erection teasingly.
"I can see that," she grinned victoriously as she placed a chaise kiss on his member. He nearly jumped out of his skin at her touch.
"You are such a little tease," he hissed.
"I'm only a tease if I don't follow through," she reminded him.
"You plan on going down on me?" he inquired as his eyes popped open wide. He could count on one hand the number of times she'd been bold enough to give him that type of pleasure. It had been a rare and mind-blowing experience each time she had, but she was not nearly as confident in her abilities as he was. Hand jobs she was an expert at; blowjobs were an entirely different matter.
"Perhaps," she whispered as her warm breath grazed the velvety skin of his cock. She looked up at him with eager eyes. "Will you talk me through it?"
"You don't need my help," he tried to assure her as he yanked roughly at the metal at his wrists, "You are far more talented than you give yourself credit for."
"Please," she let out in a breathy moan, "I want to be good for you."
"You are," he choked out, his mouth suddenly dry at the prospect of what she was going to do, "You are far better than you realize."
"Please," she whispered once more.
"Give me strength to get through this," he looked to the heavens and pleaded his case before he returned to stare deep into her eyes. He could refuse her nothing, certainly not this. "I'm probably not going to last long. If my earlier performance is any indication."
"I don't care," she assured him.
"I'm going to embarrass myself twice in one day," he mumbled as he took a deep breath. His straining erection was twitching in anticipation. "For starters, we can skip the part where you get me in the mood."
"You certainly do appear ready and willing," she chuckled shyly as she caressed him with her hand gently. He sucked in a deep breath as he tried to fight off the climax he felt building.
"Blair, I love you and what you're attempting to do, but can we skip a few chapters here and go straight to the good part where your lips close around me?" he groaned as his hands involuntarily pulled at the cuffs again. He whined in pain that was caused by the metal biting into his skin.
"You set the pace here," she told him, "Tell me what you want."
"Your lips around me, pulling me into your exquisite mouth as deep as you can," he hissed as her lips hovered around him but didn't touch him. When her lips did as he asked, his hips lurched forward involuntarily as he pushed himself deeper inside her mouth than she was ready for. She gagged in response and pulled away to give herself a moment to recover. "I'm so sorry, Blair," he responded immediately as his eyes went wide. He cursed the fact that he was still handcuffed. He wanted to reach for her face and caress her skin gently as he apologized.
"Hips need to say on the bed," she growled as her hands went to his hips to hold him down.
"I'm so sorry," he repeated as her fingers dug in a little deeper than was necessary against his flesh, leaving red marks that would eventually turn purple. He didn't blame her one bit.
"Don't do that again," she warned him with a menacing stare, "Or this ends right now."
"Warning taken," he nodded as he prepared himself for her next assault.
Her lips took him in again slowly. He lurched forward once more but this time her hold kept him in place. He fought against the restraints on his wrist as she worked him into a frenzy. She didn't need any prompting, and he didn't have the mental capacity to make any requests as his head hit the headboard as the sensation overtook him. When her tongue was added to the mix, as it traced protruding vain of his cock, all bets were off.
"God, where did you learn this," he moaned as his wrists pulled against the handcuffs. Even the fur lining was not going to stop the bruises he knew were forming. He didn't care. He'd wear the bruises with pride if she would keep going.
Blair looked up to see the love of her life thrashing around in ecstasy. She didn't respond to his question other than to begin humming against him.
"Blair, I'm about ready to unload," he fought to get out, "If you know what's good for you, you'll let go."
She began humming louder, the vibrations forcing his release inside her mouth, which she swallowed eagerly, almost greedily. She hadn't wanted anything more.
"God, I love you," he groaned as she released him and began kissing her way up his chest again.
"Because I give good head," she smirked.
"Because you give fantastic head," he corrected her as he struggled for breath, "Amongst so many other things you do so well. Seriously, where did you learn that?"
"From you," she told him.
"I didn't teach you that," he shook his head as she leaned in to kiss him deeply.
"Your body did," she told him as she straddled him once more as she caressed his chest softly, "All I have to do is listen. It's always speaking to me even when you're in the throes of passion as you just were. By the way, you taste fantastic."
"As do you," he told her as her head dipped towards him again as she captured him in a searing kiss. "Release me, and let me taste you."
"Release yourself," she told him with a sly grin, "I know you have a way out."
To prove her point, he hit the hidden release on both cuffs in unison before he wrapped his arms around her and rolled her underneath him. She was squealing in surprise as the swiftness of his actions, before she erupted into a fit of laughter.
"I love you," she continued to giggle as he began tickling her. His baritone laughter mixed in as she tried to retaliate but couldn't. "Stop," she pleaded finally as she tried to still his hands. He relented quicker than she thought he would.
TBC. . .
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