The rest of the party seemed to pass at an agonizingly slow pace. Blair mingled as Chuck chatted mindlessly with various boring old people, trying not to get too distracted by fantasies of what "part two" would consist of. But every time Blair shot him a smoldering glance across the room, he found it nearly impossible to think of anything else.
After an hour, he wandered over to her during one of the brief moments when she wasn't talking to someone. "I can't take this much longer," he grumbled.
Blair gazed at him sympathetically. "Alright. Go upstairs and wait in my room. I'll be up in five," she said. With that, he bolted, an expression of deep relief and anticipation on his face. She knew he was dying to find out what she had in store for him. And to be honest, she was dying to show him. She wanted to prove to him how much she appreciated him being here tonight.
She quickly made her way around the room, saying goodnight to her mother and the few guests that still lingered. Then she hurried upstairs and into her room, closing and locking the door behind her. Chuck was sitting on her bed, fiddling with his tie. He looked up eagerly when she entered. "I just need to go change," she said, walking towards the bathroom. "Go sit in my desk chair."
"Why do you need to change?" he called after her, moving over to the chair. "It's not like you're going to be wearing clothes for very long."
"Believe me, you'll like what I'm changing into," she responded from the bathroom. "Now be quiet and stay put. I'll be out in a second." Chuck fidgeted impatiently in the chair, getting hornier by the second at the thought of what type of outfit she might be putting on. When he heard the bathroom door open, his head snapped up. At the sight of her, his mouth literally fell open.
She was dressed in a cream colored satin slip with a trimming of black lace. The slip was extremely short, falling just past the tops of her thighs, and it emphasized her breasts. Sheer black stockings rose to her mid thigh, and she was now wearing a pair of dangerously high, black, closed-toe heels. In Chuck's opinion, she looked like an absolute goddess.
"You. Are. So. Fucking. Sexy," he choked out, finding it difficult to speak while he was so busy taking in every inch of her appearance. He wanted to stand up and grab her, but his knees felt too weak to move from where he was sitting.
"Told you you'd like it," Blair said coyly, and Chuck just nodded numbly. "Now close your eyes."
"You expect me to close my eyes when you look like that?" he asked incredulously, but he obeyed her command.
"Just for a few seconds," she explained. She walked behind him, and to his great surprise he felt her tying his wrists together behind his back with what felt like a cloth scarf. He couldn't believe it. He of course knew Blair was a little kinky, especially with him, but she'd never done anything like this before.
Placing her mouth just beside his ear, she whispered "Open," then walked back around the chair to stand before him.
"Thank you for coming tonight," she said, advancing towards him as he eyed her hungrily. "It really meant a lot to me." She settled herself on his lap, straddling him. "And so I want to thank you..." she leaned forward and kissed him lightly "... properly." She kissed him more passionately this time, sliding her tongue into his mouth to meet his. Then she put her arms around his neck and began to slowly circle her hips, grinding against his groin. He let out a tortured groan. It pleased her to feel his already prominent erection pressing against her dampening panties, but she forced herself to remain patient and continue slowly. It would be so much more enjoyable if she teased him a little first.
Gradually picking up the pace of her circling, she reached down and began to lift up the hem of her slip, tugging it over her head. Chuck groaned again and struggled with the scarf binding his hands as he feasted his eyes on the sight of her smooth, flat stomach and full breasts encased in a lacy black bra. "Damn it Blair, untie me!" he growled, desperate to run his hands all over her body.
Blair smiled, leaning into him and pressing her breasts against his chest. He let out another tortured moan. "Why, baby?" she whispered tauntingly in his ear. "Do you want rip this bra right off of me? Do you want to put your hands on my breasts? Do you want to feel how wet I am for you?"
"Yes!" he moaned. "Please let me..." There was a look of absolute desperation on his face. Blair just laughed.
"Patience, Chuck," she reminded him, and he was too turned on to glare at her. All he could think of was how badly he wanted to touch her right now, to cup her ass and suck on her breasts and ram himself inside of her. But he couldn't do any of that with this fucking scarf tied so tightly around his wrists.
Blair loosened his tie and pulled it over his head, tossing it on to her bed before directing her attention to the buttons on his shirt. She unbuttoned them one by one, moving downwards at an agonizingly slow pace. When she finally reached the bottom button, she pulled the shirt apart, exposing his bare chest, which she leaned forward to kiss. Then she scooted back a little and, working at that same slow pace, andundid the button and fly of his pants. He lifted his hips up eagerly so that she could tug down his pants and boxers, freeing his painfully large erection. She readjusted herself and resumed grinding on him. The only thing now separating his cock from her dripping pussy was the wet material of her black lace panties. Chuck was practically dying.
Blair reached behind her back and unhooked her bra, exposing her breasts. Chuck struggled even more violently with the scarf as she leaned closer so that her bare breasts were just out of the reach of his mouth. "Blair. Please," he begged, looking up at her desperately, and she decided he had waited long enough. Now it was time for him to really experience his reward.
"Okay," she murmured. She her arms around him, breasts pushed up against his chest, and untied the scarf. His hands flew to her body as if drawn by a magnetic force. He barely knew where to go first. He thrust his tongue into her mouth, kissing her forcefully as one hand slid from her waist to her ass and the other caressed her breast. If he had been more in control, he would have made her pay for having tortured him like that, but he was too horny to draw it out any longer. His other hand moved down to her ass as he placed his mouth on her breast and began to suck it hungrily, teasing her nipple with his tongue.
"Do you want it now baby?" Blair breathed into his ear. "Do you want to feel how wet I am?"
Chuck responded with a deep groan. He reached down and tore at her panties until they ripped and fell away. There was something incredibly sexy about the fact that she was now straddling him wearing nothing but her stockings and heels. Putting his hands on her waist, he positioned her entrance above his throbbing cock, and she slid on to him easily. He let out an almost animalistic grunt as she rode him, rocking her hips just the way he liked her to. She orgasmed soon after, her whole body shaking and sending cum dripping down her thighs. He grabbed her ass and stood up, stumbling a few steps forward and then falling on to her bed. At this angle, he was able to thrust even deeper into her, and he moved at an impressive speed, slamming into her over and over again until he finally reached his sweet, sweet release. He collapsed on top of her, breathing heavily.
"Jesus, Blair," he panted. "That was fucking amazing."
"Good," she said. "Thank you for coming tonight." She paused, and then added, "I love you, Chuck."
"I love you too," he replied contentedly, and she could feel him smile against her collarbone.