A/N: Hey everyone! I know you're all as excited as I am about the new episode tonight! It's been way too long... I can't wait! Hopefully there'll be lots of C/B action, although from the previews it looks like Chuck is still spiraling out of control. Let's keep our fingers crossed that they'll be able to work their issues out soon! As for this story, I'm really happy with how this chapter turned out... it took a while to write, but I like it a lot. I hope you guys do too! Please read and review!

Chapter 11

Chuck arrived in Blair's room at 11 o'clock that night. She knew he was coming, but she did not know when, and so she had changed into her slinky silk nightgown and was preparing to snuggle into bed with a book. When he arrived, she was in the bathroom, brushing her hair as she scrutinized her reflection in the mirror. She didn't hear him enter her room.

Chuck paused in the doorway to the bathroom, watching her frown at her reflection. He didn't understand how she could find flaws in what he saw as absolute perfection. He knew how self-conscious she was, and it pained him to see how she criticized herself and her body. He wished he could make her see what he saw: she looked like a goddess. Long brown hair cascading down her back, flawless, creamy white skin, beautiful face, sexy body clothed in nothing but an extremely short blue slip.

"You're perfect," he said softly. She started - she hadn't realized he was there - and then smiled at him in the mirror. "Allow me," he said, stepping forward and taking the hairbrush from her. He stood behind her, slowly running the brush through her gorgeous brown curls. She watched him in the mirror, a small smile playing across her lips.

Tonight would be about satisfying her needs. No matter what she had said earlier, he wanted to prove to her, and himself, that he could make love to her better than Nate (or any other guy, for that matter). She was his, and only his, and he would show her just how well he could give her what she wanted. He would have her screaming his name all night long. Good thing Eleanor and Cyrus were out of town.

Chuck placed the hairbrush on the counter and lifted her hair up, exposing the nape of her neck. He kissed his way from the back of her neck to her shoulders, running his hands along her arms. She leaned back against him, sighing contentedly. His hands found his way to her waist, and then slid up her body until he was cupping her breasts.

"Mmm," she moaned as he massaged them through the cloth, tracing circles around her pert nipples without actually touching them. She shifted, wanting to feel his touch on her nipples, but he continued with his maddening circles. She whimpered, but he just smirked. He wanted to draw this out for as long as possible.

He gently slid the thin straps of her slip off her shoulders, kissing her bare skin. Then he eased the slip down to expose her breasts. He glanced at them appreciatively in the mirror before resuming his caresses, this time rubbing her nipples with his thumbs. The combined sensations of her breasts in his hands and her butt pressed against his groin had already made him hard. She could feel his erection against her butt, so she reached behind her and began fumbling with his belt.

"No, not yet," he murmured into her hair, even though the thought of her warm little hand wrapped around him was making him even harder. "Tonight is about you," he said. He was already having trouble restraining himself, but he would satisfy her in every way possible before she did anything to him, even if it killed him.

"Okay," she replied, letting her hands fall back to her sides. He took a deep breath to regain control, then spun her around and lifted her up on to the counter. Standing between her legs, he kissed her fiercely on the lips before moving down to her jaw, her neck, and the space between her breasts. She tilted her head back as he shifted his mouth to the right and began to suck and swirl his tongue around her nipple.

"Chuck," she moaned, spreading her legs further apart and lifting her hips towards him. The pressure and wetness were building between her legs, and she needed him to touch her there now.

"What is it, Blair?" he said with a smirk, pulling away from her breast and looking her in the eye.

"You know exactly what it is," she said pleadingly.

He placed his hands on her legs, massaging her inner thighs with his thumbs. "Yes, I do." He slid one arm underneath her knees and put the other around her waist, lifting her up. He carried her princess-style into the other room and threw her on to the bed. "Do you want me to touch you, Blair?" he said, his face inches from hers, one hand lingering on her upper thigh.

"Yes," she choked out. She was burning for his touch.

"Then you have to promise to do everything I tell you to. Do you promise?" He toyed with the material of her panties, and she nodded numbly. "Good. Now roll over."

"What?" she said, looking confused. "Why?"

"You promised, Blair," he said.

"Okay." She hesitated slightly, but obeyed his order and rolled over on to her stomach.

"Hands above your head."

"Chuck, what -"

He slid a hand between her legs and began to stroke her mound through the wet material of her panties. She gasped. "Do you like how that feels?" he said.

"Yes," she moaned.

"Do you want me to stop?"

"No."

"Then do what I say. Hands above your head, Blair," he ordered, and she did as she was told. As quickly as possible, he pulled off his scarf and used it to tie her wrists together.

"What the hell, Chuck?!" she cried, struggling to free herself, but he was too strong for her. Once he had her wrists securely fastened together, he looped the scarf around her bedpost and knotted it. Blair pulled at the scarf, trying to loosen it, but with no luck. She was trapped. "Untie me!"

He smirked. "You promised to follow my orders."

"I didn't think that your orders would involve bondage!" she huffed. But even as she continued to grumble and struggle with the scarf, she could feel herself getting wetter and wetter. Whether or not she wanted to admit it, this whole being dominated thing was really turning her on.

"Well now, whose fault is that?" Chuck drawled. "Stop fighting it Blair, I know you like it." His hand drifted back down between her legs, and she tried to stop herself from gasping.

"And how do you know that?"

"Because you're wetter than I've ever felt you before," he growled, fingering her soaked panties. Much to her chagrin, she knew he was right. "Just give in to it, Blair," he whispered in her ear as he pulled the material of her panties aside and teased her entrance with his finger. She strained towards him, but tied up like this, she couldn't move very far. He laughed. "Patience," he advised her. She was so desperate to feel him inside her that she couldn't even come up with a witty retort.

"Chuck..." she moaned.

"Shhh. Stay quiet. Make any noises, and I stop." They both knew that it would be impossible for her to follow his orders, but she took a deep breath and bit her lip, struggling to remain silent. "Much better," he said.

He lowered his head to her legs and kissed the back of her knees, slowly working his way up to her inner thighs. She twitched as he drew closer to her center, but was able to stop herself from making any noise. The hem of her slip reached to just past her butt. He folded it up to the small of her back, running his hands over her soft little bottom. Moving very slowly, he tugged at the material of her panties, pulling them down and off. He gently spread her legs farther apart, admiring her glistening wetness. It was incredibly satisfying to know that he, and only he, got to see her like this. Blair Waldorf, ice queen of the Upper East Side, was lying on her stomach, spread-eagled, hands tied above her head, and dripping wet. And it was all for him. All because of him. It took every bit of self-restraint he possessed to stop himself from ripping off his pants and ramming his dick inside of her right then and there. But he wasn't done yet - far from it.

Leaning back over her, he kissed her bottom as he slid two fingers inside of her. Her gasp was muffled by a pillow, but he heard it. "I thought I said no noise," he snarled, and the feeling of his warm breath made her skin tingle. He pulled his fingers out of her, and she bit her lip to stop from whimpering at the loss of contact. "I'll give you one more chance," he said. He slid his fingers back in, and although she felt like she was going to burst, she stayed quiet. "Good girl," he murmured, and he began expertly pumping his fingers, stroking her clit with his thumb.

As he continued to finger her, he lowered his head between her legs and kissed her inner thighs, only centimeters away from her center. She could feel his hair brushing against her skin. And then he pulled his fingers out and replaced them with his mouth, kissing her clit and then allowing his tongue to delve deeper inside of her. Blair couldn't take it anymore - the sensation was too much. She let out a scream of pleasure, and then waited for the agony of him pulling away angrily.

But Chuck didn't want to stop. He could tell that she was seconds away from coming, and he wanted her to finish. So instead of stopping, he spanked her, just once. He brought his hand down on her ass with a sharp smack as his tongue continued to lap up her wetness. She gasped as his hand connected with her butt, but more out of pleasure than pain. And then she came, her whole body clenching and shaking as she rode out her orgasm. Apparently, Blair Waldorf liked it a little rough.

"Oh... my... God..." she panted. Chuck didn't even care that she was making noise anymore. All he knew was that he needed his dick inside her as soon as possible. But only if that's what would please her the most. He reached up and hurriedly untied his scarf, throwing it to the floor. Flipping her over, he pressed his lips to hers fervently.

"Did I hurt you?" he asked, breathing heavily.

"No," she answered truthfully, pulling him in for another kiss. "I liked it." He smiled against her lips. "Now, are you done satisfying me yet? Because if you don't mind, I'd like to satisfy you a little." Her hand drifted downwards to wear his erection was pressing painfully against his pants.

"You don't have to," he choked out. "I'll do whatever you want."

"This," she said, unbuckling his belt and undoing his pants, "is what I want."

"Thank you," he breathed, relief filling his voice. His eyes rolled back and he rested his head against her shoulder as her hand closed around his throbbing cock and began to move deftly up and down. A deep groan escaped his throat, and she stopped suddenly.

"You know, if I wanted to, I could give you a taste of your own medicine right now," she purred in his ear. "You make a sound, I stop." Chuck merely groaned in response, and Blair laughed. "Lucky for you, I'm not feeling particularly sadistic tonight." She resumed her stroking, and he sighed contentedly against her shoulder. He could feel himself getting closer and closer to his release as her hand worked faster and he felt as though he was about to burst, he ordered her to stop. He put a his hand around her waist and flipped her back on to her stomach.

"Hands and knees," he growled, and she obeyed. Placing his hands on her hips, he knelt and slid into her from behind, eliciting a scream from Blair. He pounded into her, his grunts joining her moans. He came just as she orgasmed again, and their bodies rocked together with the force of their climax. Then they both collapsed, panting and sweating.

Chuck rolled off of her as Blair flipped on to her back again. She snuggled against his chest as he absentmindedly played with her hair. "Well, you certainly proved yourself tonight," she murmured after a few minutes. He said nothing, but lifted her lips to his and kissed her in response.