Title: A siren's call
Summary: She's the contemporary siren, but he's no sailor. Their serinum scopuli? Washington DC.
Disclaimer: I don't own Gossip Girl or it's characters, as well as the borrowed lyrics they are not originally mine...
You're so hypnotizing
Your touch magnetizing
Feels like I am floating
Leaves my body glowing
About 25 minutes ago we were sitting at the bar, talking about everything and nothing, just some playful banter as witty remarks were thrown black and forth. I didn't get the chance to enjoy our relaxed conversation for long because soon enough it got interrupted by the ringing sound of his cell phone; he excused himself, like a true gentleman would and moved away from me. By the change of his posture and tone of voice I soon noticed it wasn't a happy conversation, once he started throwing numbers around I realized it was a business call. I couldn't resist not checking him out. His suit was perfectly tailored; it clung to his body in all the right places, showing off his obvious muscular v-shaped back and slim waist. He was tall and just my type with his dark hair and amber eyes. In that moment I realized I was staring into his dark bourbon coloured pools. He must have turned around somewhere between me checking out his ass and fantasizing about his eyes. I was busted. I gave him a shy smile and my cheeks reddened. He gave me a smug smile in return.
He sauntered over to me in the most predatorily, sexual way. I froze on the spot, my breath was caught in my throat once more this evening and I waited. I waited until he would reach me and ravish me. If he wanted to take me here and now on top of this bar I would not have objected. My inner goddess was doing a sultry dance in my mind at the enchanting thought and I could feel this vixen-like state of mind hit me. The look in my eyes must have changed, because when I threw him a small smile he raised one of his perfect eyebrows. I realised there and then that I had lost my inner battle between nice and sweet or dirty and naughty. Apparently, my inner goddess had won by the pleased look on his face. His darkened eyes held this devilish gleam and I wondered if perhaps she had an ally in him.
"Charles? Are you still there?" I hear a female voice wonder out of the speaker of his phone, only then I realised his phone was still connected.
"I'm still here." He responds and my inner goddess stills her little dance on the spot. She glares at him; I can't help it and tag along. I feel this wave of jealousy hit me, and it's hitting me hard. I turn myself away from him and throw the remainder of my drink back. I'm thinking once more about the fact that I could just walk out of this door and no harm would be caused to my reputation or my life and I would be able to prevent a very high hospital bill for the medical care my mother will need in the mental ward, once she connects all the dots that possibly could be my new life. If I go through with the plans that lay out in front of me. The moment I realise my flight responce has crumbled my fight responce to the ground, I take a look to my left and to my right. Mister Bass is nowhere in sight. 'If you want to run, run now. My own mind shouts: go go go!'
I slide from the bar stool as gracefully as possible can in my short dress and Steve Madden heels. I pick up my purse and take a step back. I feel my back making contact with something, or someone, because I can hear that person breath behind me. Before I can even start to apologise for my stupid behaviour, I smell him. His musk scent fills my nostrils and I smile. That man smells so good it does strange things with my body.
'How will I talk myself out of it?' I wonder next when I realise I was actually on my way out until he literally stopped me.
"Hold on." I hear him say in his business-like tone.
The woman on the other side starts to complain immediately. "Charles! What are you doing over there? Are you in company?" I can hear her wonder. My mind drifts off in a very unwelcomed direction: does he have a girlfriend? 'No, don't go there!' my own mind warns me. 'We made a pact never to go down that road. You closed that door and threw the key away remember?' I know he's not married because of 2 reasons: one he isn't wearing a wedding band and two there were no recent articles published about him that mentioned his name and a wedding party in the same headline. And as far as I know he's still on the number one spot of the most eligible bachelor list. He chooses that moment to muse a seductive "don't go" into my ear. I bite my bottom lip hard at his words, which are neither a plea nor a demand. I capture his eyes in the mirror wand behind the bar and our sexual chemistry is hanging like cloud of smoke in the air. His lips hover over the side of my neck, so close I can feel his hot breath against my skin. This torture is killing me; I want to feel his lips on my skin. He's making my skin itch and burn and he hasn't touched me properly yet. My inner goddess is franticly jumping up down and chanting 'yes yes yes' at his torture and I hate her right now, but I sit back down anyway.
He signals the bartender to refill our glasses once more, and I make the mental note that this is my last one if I want to make a descent impression on this man. He however has not moved from behind me, our eyes reconnect in the mirror of the bar. He pulls my eyes down with his as he bends down towards my ear again. The sight is turning me on even more than I already am.
"Jealousy isn't a welcomed quality in this business, Miss Waldorf." He muses into my ear while he keeps our eyes connected. I turn cherry red on the spot. Franticly, my mind tries to come up with any kind of excuse, but finds none. He smirks as I remain speachless." However, it shows off your passionate side," He continues: "I'm looking forward on exploring that side with you later."
I gasp at this blunt suggestion. My inner goddess is doing back flips due to her excitement of what's to come. The bartender whom just had approached us with our refills, looks at us with big eyes, he must have overheard Chuck's last sentence. I catch the remainder of a glare Chuck gave the bartender, who was eyeing me apparently a bit too enthusiastically. The man keeps his eyes down and hurries away from us. I mighty have a jealous streak, but he clearly has possessivess issues.
"Charles! This is outrageous and no way to treat your mother..." He chuckles at the mad woman shouting through the phone. The proclamation of that last word even shuts up my inner goddess for a moment. 'I was jealous of his mother...'
He picks up the phone with a smile. "You always forget the step-part Lily." Chuck counters playfully. "I was momentarily distracted." He continues throwing a meaningful glance my way. He takes a golden card out of his breast pocket and slides it over to me on the wooden bar. Our hands brush gently against each other when I take it out of his hand, accepting his invitation. I slid the shiny golden card into my purse.
"I have to finish this phone call, but I'll meet you there." He apologises, before referring to the room. I give him a small nod accompanied with a smile. He returns a smug smile and adds: "I left you a present on the bed."
I slide of the bar stool gracefully, decide to leave my new drink untouched and make my way into the adjoined hotel through a set of large and dark wooden doors. I take the card out of my purse and start looking for a room number, but can not find one. There's only a Cali graphed P engraved into the card that is obviously the room key. I'm wondering when ether or not to ask directions at the reception desk, but when I realise they could ask me where and how I got it I would probably turn cherry red and they would know something is up. So I stroll over to the elevator instead, once inside I look at the many buttons and as I try t decide on which one to push I notice that same Cali graphed p in the top button. I push the button and the display asks me for my key card. I slide it into the slot and the elevator door closes. The display lights up again: "Welcome, Mister Bass."
I smirk and enjoy my ride up. It's been a while since I have been able to stay the night in a penthouse. I'm particularly exited about this sleep over...
The elevator doors open and I wander around the big empty penthouse in silence, taking in the grandeur of it all and I realise I have really missed this. The view out into the city skyline makes you feel like you are on top of the world. I take my time to wander around the kitchen, touching the marble counter top, before taking a glass of the shelve and I help myself to a bit of chilled water. I wander off to the living area and enjoy the sight of the large Christmas tree that has been set up, before I wander off to the study next. There's a second bedroom available, just like the contract demands, but I don't see any gift lying on the perfectly made bed. So I walk back out until I find the very large master bedroom, in the middle of the room stands a king size bed and it's looking out over the city. I can see Capital Hill from here, and it doesn't look that small either. I turn around to take in the room and that's when I spot the gift box on the bed. The white and light pink striped Victoria secret box is finished of with a black ribbon. I slide the ribbon carefully off the box. A handwritten card greets me:
I look forward to unwrapping you.
CB
My insides cling at the thought and my inner goddess is jumping up and down with glee. I unfold the paper inside the box and am greeted with the sight of a cherry red lingerie set. I'm not sure when ether the colour of the set is a referral to his nickname and to the fact that he's going to pick my professional cherry tonight. I make my way into the bathroom and change into the bustier bra and skimpy red bottom. For a moment I'm surprised that it fits me perfectly and I wonder how. My mind goes back to my conversation with Diana and I now realise why she needed all my measurements. In that moment I figured it was just to pressure me to keep my body into shape. But now I know better of course. My inner goddess has the nerve to laugh at me. I give her a mental slap on the wrists. She glares at me and strikes back by treating to unleashing all my insecurity's. She and I both know that if she dares to do that I throw my coat on and that I'm out of here. While she pouts I diverse myself by lighting all the candles that have been set up in the room. Once finished I sit down upon the very soft cover of the bed, Egyptian cotton for sure. I sit and wait, wait for him to appear...
I don't know how much time has passed, but it feels like a very long time until I hear footsteps on the floor. I stare out into the Washington skyline. He stills in the doorframe and looks at me. I can feel his eyes on my skin and I turn my head to face him. For the first time that evening I feel exposed and naked, while I'm technically still dressed. I can see him lick his lips and eye me appreciatively while he slowly walks over. The warmth of the fireplace felt comfortable seconds ago, now I feel the need to open a window and let the suffocating warmth out.
"What took you so long?" I wonder.
"If you thought that was long, you have no idea what you are in for..." Chuck muses, slowly taking of his jacket. He places a knee onto the bed and leans towards me. He's about to capture my lips when I speak up: "No kissing. It's too intimate."
"That wasn't mentioned in your boundaries." He answers, brushing his lips against mine, making them yarn and burn with anticipation for his touch.
"Everything we are about to do is intimate. You are going to scream out my name as I make your body shudder when you climax." Chuck replies, still so close. He's supporting himself on his arms and his right thumb is in contact with my left thigh. He gently brushes against it. "I can respect your other wishes, but kisses are included with me."
I stare into his eyes as he speaks to me and by the time he's finished with his sentence I drowned in his eyes, his gentle touch against my thigh pushed me over and I nod 'yes'.
Good girl. My inner goddess complements me and at the same time Chuck captures my lips with his in a kiss that is so gentle and, sweet is not the right word with him, but there is no better way to describe it, that I'm totally blown away by it. He moves forward, I let myself fall back onto the covers. I sigh when his lips make contact with a spot on my neck. I can feel him smile against my skin. "You smell so good." He muses against my skin.
The way his body pushes down my own into the soft mattress is comforting and freighting. My mind goes back to the comforting side of things when he continues his ministrations against my neck. His lips touch every inch of my throat and neck in a kiss. I push my head back when he hits that one spot, the spot that makes my eyes roll into the back of my head and that has my inner goddess rub her hands in excitement. That one spot that turns me into the vamp I know I can be. I bit my lip hard in an attempt to stop this wave that is about to hit me and will not only cloud my vision, but will unleash the vixen I keep locked up inside of me. Her passionate spontaneous side doesn't go well with my cold controlling style of life. Of course that man would be able to find the treasure map and my inner goddess was more than happy to assist him in his search of the key. She guided him right to it, with every gasp, sigh and moan that slipped past my lips at this ministrations. She gave him a path of sounds to follow and he appears to be a very good listener.
On the count of one, two, three I use my own body to roll him over and I know she's free. I take his hands and push them into the mattress above his head, he eyes me with hungry eyes and a smirk that makes me want to ravish him. It doesn't take me much directions to find his soft spot. His moans and groans are delightful pleasurable sounds. As I rip open his shirt I get the first gasp to leave his lips. I rub my hands against his with chest hair clad chest. Even that is perfectly groomed and I like it. In that moment i feel myself being thrown against the mantras.
"That was a 500 dollar shirt." He growls at me.
"What can I say... I'm not the patient kind." I smirk, taunting him with my eyes. He licks his bottom lip in anticipation and I can tell by the way he's looking at me he's deciding on his approach. Within seconds his hands are all over my body, roaming around. He moves one hand to my back and in one swift and well practiced movement, my bra is loose and discarded somewhere in the room.
"Perhaps we should renegotiate the whole boundary thing, because I feel like spanking you right now…"
I gasp at his blunt suggestion and somehow it turns me on. I shake myself back to reality and realise that this is not to time to push my boundaries. I allowed him to kiss me on the lips, something I swore would only be reserved for a boyfriend-material-kind-of-guy and never ever a client. 'Let's continue while we're at it.' My inner goddess suggest, but I stand my ground against both of them. " A skilled man like yourself, must know how to punish me without having to spank me…"
I can see the fire being lit in his eyes at my words. He traces the tip of his finger against my skin, from my chin down along my throat, in between the valley of my rather small-ish breasts, across my belly down to my core. "You have no idea." He says while his finger rubs circles on my skimpy panties in the right spot. I open my mouth to respond, but only a strangled moan comes out. He kisses me there, licking me gently and slightly sucking on the lace material and my skin in the process. Before his mouth soon travels up my skin again, he takes my panties and pulls them down and takes a minute to look at me in all my naked glory. He unbuckles his belt and pushes his pants down. I can see his large and fully erect member trapped away in his Gucci underwear. I gently bite the inside of my lip at the sight. He follows my line of view and smirks before pushing his underwear down as well as he hovers over me once more. He licks his lips before he continues his way up, his hands and mouth are all over my body. He stops to pay special attention to one of my pert nipples with is mouth, while his hand massages my breast. Now that he's decently within reach again, my own hands roam against the skin of his back and around the back of his head. He stops his way up at my lips as he captures them in a breathtaking and heart racing kiss before I can utter a single word I feel the tip of him against my entrance.
My eyes fly open at the realisation that we are not playing safe.
"In the right corner of the top drawer of the nightstand." He muses against my ear and I relax again. It could as well have been another part in his special treatment deal he has with Diana. But I'm glad it's not. He rips the foil open with his teeth and I soon feel his tip inside of me and he pushes until I can take him completely in. My insides stretch and I try to relax as much as possible when he stills inside of me so I can adjust to the tight feeling inside of me. He pulls out in the same slow way he entered me, torturing me like he promised he would. As he enters me again it is still so tight, too tight perhaps because I can already feel that pleasurable feeling slowly building inside of me, as he hits that right spot. "God, you're tight." He muses in a throatily moan.
After that he slowly builds up speed. He never stops kissing me. If his lips are not on mine, he's kissing around my throat or nibbling away on my earlobe. I feel my orgasm building up and I know I'm not far off. As my eyes are about to roll in the back of my head and I am ready to let myself slip over the edge, he stops his trusts. My eyes fly open as I fall down, but not in a good way and I see him smirk at me.
"Not yet, beautiful."
I groan with desperation and my inner goddess is furious with him. She stomping around my mind like a toddler with a tantrum, who just had her candy taken away. I'm sure this is payback for his pink pinstriped dress shirt, no doubt about it. Yet, he doesn't make me fall back all the way down, somewhere along the way of my fall he picks me up and brings me up again and I moan with pleasure. He repeats this over and over, every time he catches me sooner and with every turn I feel a bigger orgasm building up inside of me. I'm desperately craving a release and this is indeed torture, but in the most pleasurable way I have ever experienced.
I try to keep silent while my orgasm is building up, trying not to give it away. In my attempt to outsmart him this time around I start biting the inside of my lip in an attempt to silence myself when I feel another moan starting to form in the back of my throat. I'm biting down so hard that I get taste of iron in my mouth.
"Let it out..." He muses in my ear and a moan intertwined with his name follows suit, as I am on the edge again. He doesn't still this time, keeps up the pace and locks his lips on that sweet spot in my neck again instead. I feel like I'm on top of the world and I know it will be a sweet fall back down. "Oh Chuck!" I moan as I begin my free fall, my eyes roll back as my insides tighten around him and he let's out a pleasured sigh at the feeling. Once I regain awareness and the ability to move I turn us over and ride him for all he's worth, until he is moaning my name in pleasure and delight.
Your kiss is cosmic
Every move magic
They say be afraid
You're not like the others
Futuristic Lover…
AN: As the first exited reviews started rolling in I was convinced to continue it.
16 reviews, 18 followers and 12 favourite's later I finally finished the second chapter.
It was quite the challenge to write this, believe me.
First off, I don't think of myself as the best smut writer and yet I decide to write a story that will contain more smut then all my other stories bombined.
A crazy storyline that keeps hunting you will do that to ya,
so be kind to me and let me know what you think... All constructive comments are welcomed!
Second, I'm experiencing, as this story is still in it's build up, that it is much more confronting for me to write this in Blair's point of view, as Blair, because I'm writing this completely in I-form, then when you are telling a tale about them when you use he or she. Because this is an completely original story I really have to think about how that would make me feel and what would I think in order to really describe it. It take a lot of energy to write this, that's the point I'm trying to get so many emotions across, as she is new to this whole profession. It's an intenser kind of energy then with my other stories.
I'm sharing this with you because I hope you realise that I'm putting a part of my soul into this, this is intense.
The other ones are much more relaxing to write, but I enjoy writing them all equally as much!
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