Title: A Siren's Call
Seminary: She's the contemporary siren, but he's no sailor. Their serinum scopuli? Washington DC.
Disclaimer: I don't own Gossip Girl or Bruno Mars' fabulous song 'Locked out of heaven'. This storyline however is completely original and therefore completely mine... Ow yeah! Hahaha.
AN: I know it has been a while since I last updated, but my life has been crazy, at the moment I'm working so much that I barely have time to write, but I try to every free minute I have. The problem is I don't have a lot of free minutes these days, between work, school, my family and household, so I takes a lot longer to complete a chapter. I will reward you with this lovely chapter for all of your patience and you know how to reward me, right? Indeed click that review button at the bottom. Have fun reading and I am looking forward to read you thoughts on the chapter…
Never had much faith in love or miracles
Never wanna put my heart on the line.
But swimming in your world is something spiritual
I'm born again every time you spend the night
PREVIOUSLY:
"Your playing a dangerous game Miss Waldorf." He repeats himself after he drags me off to a dark little corner. I soon realize there is no way of escaping him. He literally cornered me. "He wouldn't have taken no for an answer." He continues in his attempt to get through to me.
"Have you considered the option that maybe I wanted that?" I wonder annoyed. "Or that I wouldn't have said 'No' to start with."
He eyes me suspiciously.
"I wanted him not to take 'no' for an answer."
"Did you now." He raises his eyebrow.
"Yes." I pout childishly.
He kills the space between us. I try to back up, but I can't as an alternative I try to stand tall. He places one hand on the right side of my face and uses his other to grab a fistful of my hair. He uses it to completely control the movement of my head. He pulls the back of my head down and leans down the gently kiss my lips. He licks his lips so her can taste my lip gloss. "Cherry's" He smirks: "my favorite kind".
I roll my eyes at his blunt referral to his nickname. I get punished with a soaring and breathtaking kiss, if you can call that a punishment... When he allows me to breath through my mouth again, I seize the opportunity to ask him: "what are you doing?" completely out of breath.
"Not accepting 'no' for an answer."
He captures my lips with his, kissing me roughly, yet passionately, hard, but with care. He pushes his tongue through the barrier that were my teeth at one point. I battle him over dominance, even though I'm in the mood to be dominated, I will not go down without a proper fight. He groans into my mouth at my resistance. His scrapes his nails up and down along my thigh, making the hem of my dress rise alarmingly close to the sluttly level, but all worries are forgotten when I feel his thumbs run circles on my naked skin, above my stockings. He playfully pulls at one of the straps that's keeping them in place and groans a needy groan. I smile.
"What's so funny?" He murmurs against my cheek, while his lips are making their way down past my jaw line towards the skin on my neck. I throw my head back when he places his lips, with precision, on that one particular spot in my neck.
"You." I sigh a pleased sigh. I can feel him smile before he buries his teeth into my flesh. Oh... Auw! A wave of pain hits my body and I hiss for a moment, the feeling of pain is gently wearing off and all i feel once more is nothing more than pleasure. But I'm pretty sure that he'll leave a bite mark that will show at least for a day or two. He grinds his body against mine in the most tantalizing way. My body is tingling all over, even in places where he hasn't put his hands yet. The things that man does to my body. He lowers his hand to the back of my knee and pulls my leg up, I hook it around his waist, place my hands around his neck and pull myself closer. I grind myself into him. Another groan slips past his gorgeous lips and he pulls at my other knee, lifting me off the ground. He slams me into the wall. His eyes scream uncontrolled, animal like behavior. "You are a very naughty girl, Miss Waldorf." I can't help but smirk.
"Are you pleased with yourself?" He wonders very seriously all of a sudden.
I hold my breath and bite my lip in response. His eyes drop to my mouth and I slowly release the flesh. He captures my mouth with his immediately after. He rolls his hips and I groan with desire. I want him. No. I need him. Oh what I would give to feel him inside of me, working his magic on me. My inner goddess is chanting encouragingly, exited about the inevitable.
"Do you like it in public?"
Oh my... I haven't done it in public before. It's new, exciting, crazy, dangerous and so unlike me. I blush at the thought.
"Another first. I'm pleased, Miss Waldorf." He smirks.
How does he do that? Out of the corner of my eye I catch a glimpse of Georgina. She smirking big time, holding her thumbs up. Pleased that I found my distraction for tonight. I freeze. Chuck immediately responds to my change in posture.
"What's wrong?" He whispers into my ear, before he continues his ministrations against my skin.
"I can't do this." I murmur. Now he looks up. He looks at me and I can see the confusion in his eyes. "It's wrong." I breath. I look away. The floor is really interesting at this point.
"We can continue this is private too..." He counters, after he's taken a hold of my chin and made me look in his beautiful dark pools.
"No. This can not happen." I shake my head. He angles his head, he's looking at me. Trying to read me as I ramble on: "It's against the rules. I'm not allowed to see you outside work-related get-togethers."
"I think we crossed that line the last time in your bathroom." He counters, taking a step back. He's giving me space to make up my own mind. "Rules are there to be broken, remember?"
"Are you can get away with that. I can not." I try to get past him, but he won't let me. What if this gets ugly because I deny him what he wants, which is me.
"We can make this a professional call." He counters, a smug smile in place. "But then you would be at my bid and call. Are you sure you are up for that?"
I nibble away at the inside of my cheek. The thought of having the advantage of not sole having to please him and being able to demand an equal level of pleasure from him, is more than alluring. It's tempting, exciting and impossible. I nod.
"Yes?" He wonders, rather surprised. I somehow get the feeling he expected me to say 'no'.
"I'm not in the mood for 'no'..." I tease.
He swallows. "You better hang on to that mood. It might come in handy later."
I watch how he takes out his phone and presses a number. I wait for a moment, hoping he'll answer my unspoken question of who he's calling.
"Diana, it's Chuck Bass..."
Once he starts speaking, my mouth drops open. He has her on speed dial? What's up with that?
"I'm in the mood for some company tonight." He smirks, eyeing me with a predatorily gaze.
The fact that I can not hear what Diana is saying on the other end of the line, is actually really frustrating.
"Who I'm in the mood for?" He wonders, eyeing me while he says: "I want a petite brunette. Someone flexible." He says. I blush at his words. The step he took back earlier, is erased in one stride. He continues the conversation with an awful lot of no's, until he says at one point: "Yes."
His intense stare is making my inside boil.
"How long?" He repeats the question, giving me once more insight into the conversation. "Until she satisfied all my needs."
I bite my tongue while they are one the phone, trying to come to an agreement on the sum that must be paid. Once he hangs up, it's across my lips before I realized it. "Needs?"
"Plural indeed, Miss Waldorf." He smirks at me. "I'm pleased with the fact that you were paying attention. You are about to receive a message from Diana."
Only a few seconds after the last words left his lips, my phone buzzes, announcing the arrival of a text:
Blair,
I am fully aware of the fact that tonight is your night off, and that it's already late,
but I just received the request for you company from Mister Bass.
The town car will be ready for take-off in 15 minutes.
I smile at the fact that she assumes I'm home. If only she new what game we're playing here. She'd fire my ass immediately.
I type back: No need for town car. I'm out. Grab cab. Just text me address.
By the time I press send, my back made contact with the wall behind me. His lips on mine. Eagerly and full of lust. I have never ever felt so desired by a man and it is making my body react in all the right places. The gentleness he had moments ago is gone, replaces by heated desire and I wouldn't want it any other way. My phone buzzes again. I don't bother and he doesn't insist. His hands pull my dress up roughly, he pushes my panties to the side and slips his finger into me. I gasp at the sudden intrusion.
"So eager, Miss Waldorf." He says when he feels how ready I am for him. While he swirls his finger around, I bite my lip in a hope that I can stay quiet, but when I feel him slip a second finger past my wet folds I can't help but whimper. He moves in and out of me in a tortures slow pace and from time to time his finger brushes my g-spot gently, making small moans slip past my lips. Luckily for the both of us, they are unable to carry fare due to the loud music blasting out of the speakers. I need him, inside of me, now.
"Take me now..." I breath against the shell of his ear. I notice how his breath hitches at my words.
"Come." He growls and pulls me out of the corner and off to some back area. I search the crowd for Georgina and find her 'dancing' with two guys, They are grinding against each other like they are having sex with their clothes on, in the middle of the dance floor. I blush.
He pulled me into a narrow hallway. I'm pretty sure it's staff only and for a moment I wonder how he knows about this back way. We take a left on a T and then the second door to the right. He walks though the hallway with ease, this route is obviously familiar to him and for a moment I wonder how many times and how many woman he has lead though here. My stomach reduces to the size of a pea and I swallow my question. The door leads to another door and another labyrinth of narrow hallway's. We take more right's but I'm pretty sure we took a left somewhere along the way. If he were to leave me here now, I'm pretty sure it would take me more than a while to find my way out of it.
A strangers voice pulls me out of my strain of thoughts: "Mister Bass." The man greets him with a nod. The hallways are dimly lit, but I'm pretty sure that the man that just crossed us at another T is wearing a valet's outfit. We take a right and head down the way the stranger came from. I look back and I was right, a valet just passes us. Where is he taking me? He pushes open another door and before me I find the same bar where he and I met. I'm stunned... How?
As we walk through the bar, the barman and garcon both greet him humbly, making the suspicion raise in the pit of my stomach that he's more then a simple customer. A Latin man, perfectly dressed stops us in our way to the elevator. "Good evening Mister Bass."
"Martinez" Chuck acknowledges his presence.
"A surprise visit, Sir?"
"My stay has unexpectedly extended."
Mister Martinez eyes me with an all-knowing smile. I return a shy one accompanied with a slight blush on my cheeks. Nobody is pointing out the obvious elephant in the room, but we all know I'm it. I'm the reason we are here. I'm the reason he's paying them a surprise visit. For a moment my mind wonders when ether he would have brought an other girl here tonight, but I stop my mind from going any further. I shouldn't care about the what if's, I'm here tonight. Tonight he's all mine, I don't care about the fact that he'll pay Diana for it. I was too big of a coward to go with him relentlessly of what the consequences might be if we get caught together. Someone as rich and powerful as him, doesn't have to care, but I have to be careful and I doubt that the things he'll do to me now will be any different from what he had in mind before he made the call…
Mister Martinez' voice brings me back to the situation at hand. I stand tall when I look at him: "Sir, you'll be delighted to hear that the final changes you requested to your personal suite have been completed this morning."
"I have received your email. Excellent work." The compliment is delivered in the same monotone way, but that doesn't stop Mr. Martinez from smiling.
"Thank you, Sir." He says with a nod. "Shall I ask Roberto to escort you up?" Mr. Martinez points to a man in a valet suit and I immediately recognize him as the man we crossed paths with a few moments ago. He smiles kindly at me and I return him smile kindly, but his face falls and the young man instantly looks away.
"No." Chuck responds, he wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me closer. The sudden intimate gesture surprises me. I look up and see him throw a murderous look at Roberto. I turn my body towards his and straighten out a wrinkle free lapel of his jacket in an attempt to distract him from strangling the young man with his deathly intense stare.
When he looks down at my hand on his chest, he raises an eyebrow in wonder. He turns to look at me with a playful but suspicious gleam in his eyes. I give him an innocent smile that he returns. As we stare into each others eyes I feel my body react in ways too fast too soon. I look back at Mr. Martinez in an attempt to get Chuck to realise we are not alone yet. I find Mr. Martinez eyeing us with wonder. As Chuck looks up I see Mr. Martinez look anywhere but at us or me in particular, the man clearly wants to stay in Chuck's good graces.
"Mr. Martinez." Chuck says goodbye to the man before he pulls me away.
"Good evening, Mr. Bass, Miss..."
"Waldorf." Chuck fills in. For a split moment I'm chocked that he bothers to introduce me, but I don't give Mr. Martinez the time to see I'm just as surprised as he is. When he gets over his own chocked expression and looks at me, I already stand tall with a slight proud pout of the lips.
"Good evening, Miss Waldorf." He bids me goodnight with a nod.
"Good evening, Mr. Martinez." I respond kindly and with a smile.
Chuck drags me off to the elevator. We wait on it in silence, but I catch him stealing sideway glances at me and we both smile at each other. He steps behind me as the doors open to let a couple making their way down out. His front is in full contact with my back and he pushes his nose into my hair.
"You smell so good." Je murmurs huskily.
Our eyes connect in the mirror wall at the end in the elevator. I smile at his compliment and he returns my smile, I can tell by the way his eyes lit up. I make the first move to step into the elevator and he follows me a few seconds later after he watched me strut off.
In the elevator he pushes the button with the calligraphed P in it. The elevator's display asks him for the key card, that he gracefully takes out of the inside pocket of his jacket. This whole scene is very familiar, only last time it was me doing it. The display asks him for a code next and he enters a code of 6 numbers using the elevator buttons. This is new… After informing him that the code he entered is indeed correct, the display greets him: 'Welcome Mr. Bass'.
He turns away from the panel and let's his eyes rake over my body. He pulls out the 'stop'-button and I feel the elevator slowly coming to a stop.
"What are you doing?" I wonder nervously.
"I'm going to take what's mine." I swallow at his answer, are we going to do it here? "Now?"
"Yes, now." He responds and I realise the word actually slipped past my lips. I have no time to be mad at myself, because once I feel his lips on mine, my mind is immediately distracted. My eyes dart around the upper corners of the elevator and there are four camera's recording our every move.
"The camera's…" I breath out.
"Disabled."
"The elevator…" I try to say in between kisses.
"There's another one."
"We could get in trouble…" I try as he moves his lips from mine and down to that one spot in my neck. My body is reacting in all the wrong ways and I am slowly losing control over the situation.
"No we won't." He answers in between make-out sessions with my neck.
"Why?"
"I'm Chuck Bass." He smirks. Hearing him say his name in that low and throaty way is making my knees weak.
"That doesn't count." I laugh.
"It always does…" He smirks in return as the elevator's phone starts to ring. I had the feeling he was about to say something else, but unfortunately the stupid phone interrupted. He picks it up: "Hello."
"Yes, I'm ok. We're ok." Chuck responds to the other person on the line. "Bye, Martinez." He says into the horn, without even listening to whatever Mr. Martinez might still be saying and hangs up. "Now, where were we?" He wonders as he holds his hand out.
I push myself off the back wall of the elevator and walk over. "I was trying to distract you in not having your way with me." I say as I take his hand. "Right. Here. And. Now."
"You were failing miserably." He responds playfully.
"Was I?" I wonder innocently.
"You were." He captures my lips with his and with that it's official: He won. I lost. But I'm not regretful about it… You can not really blame me. Chuck Bass is having his wicked way with me inside the elevator of his hotel. Finding out the details at to how it became his between our first meeting and now is something to worry about later…
You bring me to my knees
You make me testify
You can make a sinner change his ways
I can't wait to see the light
And right there is where I wanna stay
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