Title:A Siren's Call
Seminary: She's the contemporary siren, but he's no sailor. Their serinum scopuli? Washington DC.
Disclamer: I don't own Gossip Girl. This storyline however is completely original and therefore completely mine... Ow yeah! Hahaha. Enjoy!
You're dangerous
The way you move
So scandalous
I feel something warm being pressed against my neck, sucking gently away at my skin. I smile at the delight feeling as pleasant visual images of a man with a pair of amber colored eyes fill my mind, it is so real the feeling against my skin, the warm hand on my breast, massaging it gently until I moan gently. 'Oh the joy of reliving great sex' my mind sighs. My eyes shoot open when I feel a slight pinch at my fully erect nipple. I'm greeted by a strange, yet somehow familiar smirk. My eyes shoot up to meet deep amber colored pools and I know they can only belong to one person.
"Even when you sleep your moans are delightfully sweet." He greets me.
I blush a cherry red, thank heavens for the dimly lit room.
"I like how you can still blush after the things we did a few hours ago." He whispers into my ear as I turn ruby he traces the tip of his finger against my skin like he's drawing a map along all the parts he corrupted earlier.
"Did I wake you?" I wonder.
"No. I just finished a conference call with Tokio."
"What time is it?"
"Late or early. It all depends on the kind of person you are." He answers mysteriously. I push myself up on my elbows so I can read 04:17 off the digital clock. The covers pool at my waist and his eyes follow suit. I smile and he smirks. It's only then that I realize that he's dressed only in his dress pants from earlier, his upper body exposed. I close my hand as my fingers twitch to get themselves intertwined with his chest hair, but I hold myself back.
"How was it?" I wonder in an attempt to make conversation.
"You like to talk business don't you?" Chuck smirks.
"My father was a business man, but you already know that don't you?" I raise my eyebrow at him. I turn myself on my side, facing him. My chest still exposed and both my nipples turned into hard buts by the cool air.
"I do." He confirms as he lies down on his back, hands in his hair. "You," he looks at me: "were not supposed to know that part."
"So now it's my fault…" I wonder with a playful shocked expression on my face.
"Yes because most of the girls in this business buy my line, but no not you. You had to counter with a witty remark." He smirks.
I turn further and lie down on my belly, using my one hand to support my head as I look at him: "I'm not like most girls, Mr. Bass." The covers are riding low on my ass, barely covering it and he takes a moment to enjoy the sight offered to him.
"I know you are not."
"Why do I get the feeling you are mocking me?"
"I wouldn't dare." He mocks me playfully as he moves closer.
"Are you trying to push my limits, Mr. Bass?"
"I like to push boundaries." Chuck admits. "And call me Chuck... I insist."
"Okay then, Chuck." I smirk this time when I see his eyes darken after I let his name linger in my lips in the same way it did hours prior.
He rolls his body on top of mine. "You are a very naughty girl..." He whispers huskily into my ear. My body shudders in response. "Do you know what I do to naughty girls?"
"No." I answer throatily. But I'm pretty sure I'll guess correctly. My suspicion is confirmed as he muses the words "I punish them" into my ear as he pushes down the remainder of the covers past my ass and legs, exposing me completely.
I panic for a moment when I realize he's completely on top of me and I have no way out. I try to move around a bit, but he has straddled himself over my thighs and I'm unable to move my legs. A state of panic hits me and I know I need to prevent a panic attack.
"You like to be in control don't you Blair?" He wonders, obviously aware of my inner struggle. As he was rubbing my back he probably noticed how my muscles tensed up as he trapped me beneath him. The fact that I can not see him is freighting, I can only feel his hands on me and hear his voice.
"Yes." I answer him with a raspy voice.
"What would you do if I took that away from you?" He whispers into my ear, as he lies down upon me. His chest hair tickles against the skin of my back.
"I don't know." I respond honestly.
"What would you do if I wanted you to surrender yourself to me completely?"
"I don't know." I respond again.
"Will you do it?" He wonders?
"What?" I wonder startled. The fact that he just changed the context from a possibility to a fact stops my heart for a second.
"Give yourself to me." It's neither a statement, nor a demand. "Completely." He gently turns my face sideways and looks me in my eyes. "Have faith in me and I'll make you touch the sky..." My insides twitch at the thought of a repeater of last nights orgasm. I feel myself get wet in a response to my thoughts.
His hand travels down my side, cups a cheek of my ass and gives it a small slap. I gasp in response and feel his hand travel down between my legs.
"Mmm, Blair" he muses into my ear when he feels how wet my folds are.
My breath hitches in my throat when I feel one of his fingers slide inside of me. He moves his finger around, before pulling it gently out again. He moves his hand up towards my face and hold the finger against my lips. He licks his lips, probably in anticipation of when I will open my mouth. I smirks before I take his wet finger into my mouth. Instead of just capturing his finger with my lips, I start to suck on it. I wrap my tongue around it to add more pressure. I suck and lick like it's his cock. A delight groan entangled with a moan leaves his lips as i can feel the evidence of his arousal grows against my behind.
"I underestimated you last night." He admits, before he starts kissing my neck. I moan when he pays special attention to the spot on my neck.
I don't know how to responds to that and I wonder if he expects me to say something. I feel his hand on my behind again and he enters 2 fingers this time. He curls them as he slowly pushes them in and out of me, making them hit that special spot, my eyes roll back at the intense pleasure and I bite my lip to keep myself silent.
"Let it out." He says as he gives me a soft slap against my ass, once he notices I'm trying to keep silent. I gasp and then moan at the intense pleasure. That man is insane and he's not inside of me yet. I yelp at the thought. "I won't hold you back this time." he continues and i let out a sigh in relieve as I slowly feel him enter me firm behind.
"Oh... God! Chuck..." I moan as he slowly pushes in and pulls out the first few strokes. He places his hands next to my waist so he can create the perfect angle as he pushes deep inside of me this time. I bite down into the pillow as i feel his tip pushing deeper and deeper inside of me, until he's completely in. Chuck let's an exited "Oh" slip past his lips, before he starts to build up a rhythm, his tip hits me right in that perfect spot and as I bite into the pillow once more, it muffles my loud moan. Chuck takes a hold of my hands and brings them behind my back. He uses his right hand to hold mine together and uses them to pull me up. He places his left arm in front of me, places his lower arm in the valley between my breasts and lets me use it as support and wraps his hand gently around my throat as he keeps thrusting inside me. His hand doesn't close off my air, but does make me feel a bit lightheaded. His thumb and pointer finger are carefully placed on top of the pulse points in my neck, creating a slight pressure, making my skin tingle even more with each touch.
He leans forward, I feel his front in full contact with my back and he places his chin on my right shoulder. His breathing is just as low and heavy as mine. "Sit up on your knees" he says before wrapping his arm around my belly and lifting me off the mattress. I let a pleasurable yelp out, but do as he says. He rewards me with a pleased groan, before he replaces his chin upon my right shoulder. He moves my head to the side and covers my lips with his own. Soon he pushes through the barrier that are my lips and teeth with is tongue and I feel him massaging mine with his own. He slows his thrusts for a moment, while he kisses me, they are slow, careful and passionate. He traces his tongue along my palate and I try, but can not hold back the moan that move erupts from deep within me.
He gently pulls away and smirks a pleased smile as he starts speeding up the rhythm once more and I start moaning his name is response.
- xoxo -
My eyes flutter open for the second time that morning and sleepily I look around the room. The clock on the nightstand tells me it's 9.29 am. When I realize that clock isn't my own, my eyes shoot open as I don't recognize a single thing of the furniture. I sit up and immediately I get an amazing look out into the DC skyline. It takes me a while to realize where I am, but once last night's events starts flooding my memory I feel strangely delighted. I'm not delighted about the fact that I, for the first time ever, had sex with a paying client. I'm delighted by the fact that I had really great sex last night. The fact that I get paid for this mind blowing booty call, is merely a bonus. I check for a body next to me in the bed, but find none. The mattress isn't completely cooled off yet, but it doesn't feel hot either. The bathroom door is ajar, but there are no evident noises that he's in there. I get out of bed and put on one of the fluffy robes. I wander off to the living room and kitchen, for a moment I wonder why this place has a kitchen anyway. On the breakfast bar I see a neglected small coffee cup of his ristretto. I make the metal note that his choice in coffee fits his him perfectly, they are both feisty. As I walk closer to the breakfast bar, a note comes into sight. I take a seat before I pick up the handwritten piece of paper:
'Good morning beautiful,' and I smile at the compliment and my insides contract at the thought of just how beautiful he made me feel last night.
'I had to leave urgently due to a business matter. I truly hope that having to wake up alone doesn't upset you. I had other things in mind, trust me.' I lick my lips at the thought of how he woke me earlier. Oh the things that man can do. I feel this desire pool in my belly. I bite my lip in the realization that I'm wet again. Just thinking about him makes me horny. This is insane. I try to diverse myself from my dirty thoughts as I continue reading the note he left me
'Enjoy the penthouse and all it's privileges for the remainder of the day. You can drop the keycard off at the reception desk or leave it on the breakfast bar. Whatever you feel more comfortable with.' I decide on the discreet option, so I place the card on the breakfast bar.
'I truly enjoyed getting to know you.' And I smile. That's sweet of him. He signs the note just like the one I found with my gift about 12 hours ago: 'CB'
I look around for a pen and finally find one on the desk in the study. I sit down once more at the breakfast bar, before I scribble down a response. I turn the paper around and find a 'p.s.' on the back.
'Your clothes have been picked up by housekeeping. I'll personally see to it that you get it returned.' WHAT!? No! A panic attack hits me in the spot. I didn't bring any spare clothes...
'You find a new outfit in the left side of the closet. Don't stress...' I can imagine him smirk while he wrote this.
I immediately walk over to the closet in the master bedroom. And yes. In the left side I find a gorgeous red Chanel dress on the bottom of the closet I find a pair of Black Louboutin shoes in my size. I smile and squeal in delight! I walk into the bathroom and make myself at home. There's a mini bottle of veuve cliquot in the chiller with a small plate of strawberries next to it and only one glass. I pop the bottle and have a sip. I'm so in love with my life right now.
I soak myself in the bathtub filled with expensive oil and bath salt until I notice my feet are about to wrinkle up like an old ladies' skin. I wash myself and my hair and for a moment I imagine it's Chuck's hand who's rubbing my skin. My body responds immediately and if he were here he would probably take me right here and now. I lick my lips and wished it were true. Instead of getting myself off I decide to torture myself and cherish the memory instead of riding it off...
After I have dried off my body I'm still soaked and I force myself to focus on getting myself ready and out of here. After I have blow dried my hair and it's falling in glossy brown curls past my shoulders. As I stand before the closet in an attempt to get dress I realize that this might be a more difficult task is then I initially anticipated. Why? Because I just noticed that all the underwear is missing too, both the set I came in and the new set he gave me last night. I'm pretty sure he planned his and is now riling in the fact that I have to get into this dress commando. The dress fits me like a second skin and is obviously tailored, I feel sad that I probably won't be able to keep this new outfit. I sip myself up and my phone starts to ring. I view the screen of my blackberry and see it's an automatic redial from my voicemail. I press the button and listen.
"Good morning, Blair. It's Diana Pain. Could you call me back or perhaps come by the office once you leave at Mr. Bass' place."
I redial immediately and ask the receptionist to put me through. Naomi at the desk tells me she's having a long lunch with Mister Archibald and I leave her the message that I'm leaving now and will stop at office before I go home.
It takes me about 20 minutes to get there by cab, and about 20 bucks, but I don't care. From now on my days with the public transportation are officially over again and I feel good about it. Once more I'll be able to spend my money without a care in the world and I like that feeling.
I enter the office after Naomi buzzed me in. She announces my arrival with Diana and I am allowed to go through at once.
As I enter her office I see she's not alone. There's a man with her. He's sitting on her desk and she's standing in between his legs. I feel like I'm intruding on a private moment. He turns his head around and faces me. He's obviously younger than her. Probably around my age. His eyes are as blue as the Mediterranean Sea and his hair is a golden yellow. He's lean, his muscles toned and his t-shirt is wrapped so tight around his body that you can see his muscles flex through the white material. The sight he offers is delicious. He's defiantly attractive, but not really my type, he's missing that edge I like.
"Come in Blair." Diana says kindly and I realize I'm still standing by the door. She steps away from the blond guy and towards me, offers me a seat in one of the chairs in front of the desk. I walk closer. The man's eyes don't leave my body as I walk closer. The walk to that chair feels endless right now. He hops down from her desk and walks over to me.
"Blair," Diana addresses me "meet Nate Archibald."
I give the man a small smile. Nate Archibald is a well known upcoming politician from New York and owner of 'The NY spectator' an online newspaper. He recently relocated to DC, because he wants to permanently launch his career as politician and has the intention to run for Congress with the new elections next year.
"This is Blair?" He stops and turns to face Diana, looking for any kind of conformation from her.
"Yes." I see how Diana is pleased with his reaction and I hate that I can't see his facial expression. There's something going on here, but I can not put my finger on it. I hate it when I'm not in control. My inner goddess snorts at my mental note: "unless you're Chuck Bass…"
"Oh zip it." I mutter while staring at my shiny new shoes. When another pair of shoes comes into view, my eyes shoot up. My big brown eyes meet Nate's Chrystal blue ones he gives me a small smile. "So you are the little vixen Chuck Bass told us delightful things about."
'Chuck talked about me?' my mind wonders. When? What did he say?
"You are so petite, a natural beauty" he says and his eyes linger on my chest. He looks away from me and back at Diana. "This is so unlike him to like someone like her." And they are back to talking about me while I'm still in the room. I want to stomp my foot down and throw a fit like a little girl would, but I bite my tongue and I listen instead.
"I know." I hear Diana confirm. "She's too pure for his normal taste."
"He's right about the cool exterior, though." Nate continues and I glare at him: how dare he say that about me. Hasn't he learned to never judge a book by it's cover? "I have no experience with the fire below of course…"
"Do you like her?" Diana wonders suddenly.
"Yes." Nate responds while his eyes glide appreciatively over my entire body.
"Do you want her?" Diana asks next and I force my mouth to stay closed, but this conversation is getting more and more jaw dropping by the moment.
"I wouldn't say no if you'd allow me." Nate answers. They are talking about me as if I'm not present in the room, while I'm standing right here. I hate it! My mind wonders why he would have to get her permission, shouldn't he ask me for my permission before he's ready to jump me? Oh wait, I don't have a say anymore…
"I know how you like to have a taste of a young and tight one from time to time." Diana responds and I blush. Nate grins, first at me, then at her.
"But I always prefer you over them..." Nate says with a coy smile.
"How sweet of you darling." Diana smiles at his compliment. My eyes drop out of their sockets as the realization of the fact that these to are involved with each other hits me. She's a cougar and he's her toyboy. "I'll think of Blair the next time I'm out of town."
Wait... "What?"
Nate throws Diana a grateful smile. "I look forward to the moment I get to find out myself why he speaks so fondly of you." Nate says looking at me as he takes a brown curl between his thumb and pointer finger and starts to rub the hairs against each other, before he curls them around his finger. I bush at his suggestion and smile at the same time. What I remember is the last part of his sentence: Chuck Bass is fond of me...
You got me trembling like a little baby girl
You're so special, you're like diamonds and pearls
You got me spinning and you got me in a twirl
You're my number one baby and you come to rock my world
AN: You all wanted a morning after and I sort of gave you one. I truly hope you enjoyed my spin on it. I know I had fun writing it.
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I'm not quite sure yet, so I would take your arguments and add them to my own list and see what side wins.
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