Author: MissBabyV
Summinary: She's the contemporary siren, but he's no sailor. Their serinum scopuli? Washington DC.
Disclaimer: I don't own Gossip Girl or Rihanna's song 'Stay'. This storyline however is completely original and therefore all mine!
All along it was a fever
A cold sweat hot-headed believer
I threw my hands in the air, said show me something
He said, if you dare come a little closer…
I wake up the next morning with a blissful feeling, soar muscles and a strange graving for more, more of him. On top, below, in front or behind me. I want more. I need more, but first I need to get my butt out of bed and find me some clothes to wear, because in his eagerness last night, he ripped my dress, bra and panties. That man is an untamed beast in the sac and a blessing for the female race, at least I was blessed to have him work his magic on me last night.
He lifts me up, pushing my back against the cold mirror. I hiss and he smirks. I can feel him tug at my panties. He groans in annoyance at the uncooperative fabric and with one hard tug, he pulls the seam lose. I gasp, he grins. I hold myself up on the bar installed on the wall, he still holds on to me with one hand while he unbuttons his pants. With one swift movement he buries himself deep inside of me. I moan loudly. He waits until the echo of my moan has left the elevator to move again. He pulls out and enters again in the most torturous slow pace. "Oh god..."
"No, not God." He whispers, looking me in the eyes: "Just me." He smiles at his own smug comment.
In any other situation I would have given him a glare and his big ego probably would have annoyed me to no ends, but right now I don't care. All I care about is him moving his big asset, that probably causes his big ego. I grind against him. "So eager, Miss Waldorf..."
I bite my lip and nod in response. I'm eager, needy. Oh, how I want that man. If he wasn't holding me up I probably would have jumped him by now. Instead he is torturing me more than ever with the tip of his cock is just at my entrance.
"Tell me..." He says in a throatily voice: "tell me how you want it..."
"I want you" I slowly feel his tip entering me and a sighs escapes past my lips "to give it to me" he enters me slowly and stops when I stop talking "hard. rough. deep." And his large member is buried fully inside of me. I let out a pleased sigh.
He pulls out again and I whimper at the loss of contact for a moment. His face is graced with a naughty, devilish smirk. He pushes in and out in the rough hard way I requested. My eyes roll into the back of my head. I sigh and moan loudly. "You like it like that don't you?"
I nod my head eagerly. I'm afraid to open my mouth, because the only thing that's going to come out are loud moans and pleasure cries.
"Too bad..." He whispers as his movements slow down and he is back at that slow and torturous pace.
I check the time on the clock radio and it is 8.45 am. I wonder when ether or not he's still here. My inner goddess is counting on his presence so she can trick me in luring him back into the extremely large bed. I get my naked self out if bed and I walk over to the closet. Last time he had some back up clothing ready for me. I pray to god that he is as generous this time as he was the other time. I slide open one of the two doors and I find a lot of his clothes. It's almost like he is living here. There are at least half a dozen complete suits here and shoes at the bottom to match. One shirt however stands out, it is hanging by it's lonesome, completely pushed into the corner of the closet. I recognize the shirt and I smile, I take the shirt and check for it's buttons and yes, they are still all missing. My smile turns devilish when a naughty plan starts to form in my mind. He'll defiantly 'punish' me and I just killed two birds with one stone. No awkward morning after for me, instead I'll get fabulous morning after sex, if my soar body can handle it of course... For a moment I really consider if tricking him back into bed is a reasonable option, because I have no idea what to say to him in a morning after situation. The last time he was long gone before I even thought about opening my eyes.
I'm barely able to keep my eyes open. The build up to this orgasm is so slow and torturous that I'm only a few thrusts away from the edge and my need is so big that I know that if I come right now I'll crumble all over him and he'll be more than pleased with himself.
"Look at me." He whispers and I'm trying my best to obey, but I can't. I'm unable to keep them from rolling in the back of my head at my approaching high. I'm like an addict in need of her next fix. I'm addicted to him and his goddamn pleasurable moves. I look him in the eyes for a moment and try to convince him with a throaty "please", that is partly wrapped in a moan.
His eyes darken at my plea. I remember how much he enjoyed hearing me beg him to let me come during our previous encounter. He likes control more than anything. He did say something about me being at this bid and call. Perhaps I should consider reminding him of that offer. He really made me touch the sky last time.
"Ask me again..." He asks, almost begs me as he builds up the rhythm of his thrusts.
"Please..." I breath.
"More." He demands.
"Chuck..." I whisper into his ear. He groans at the way his name rolls of the tip of my tongue. I finish it off with a low, needy and throatily sounding "please".
I burry my face in the crook of his neck, kissing it gently. He picks up the pace and a small moan slips past his lips. It is my time to smirk and I realize that the edge is not far off for the both of us and estimating by the tension building up in the pit of my stomach I'm probably going to be there sooner then him. "I'm gonna..." I try to speak without moaning. "Chuck... I'm..."
"Let go." He breathes and his words tip me over the edge. I come all over him, my insides cling and I pull him over the edge with me. As I slowly feel my own orgasm wear off, I see him have his. He closes his eyes and tills his head back. He pushes himself deep inside of me and stays there. I once more use the bar to hold myself up so I can move myself up and down along his long hard member, so he doesn't get the time to go limb on me. His eyes shoot open once he realizes what I am doing. His amber pools stare into my own darkly as i keep lifting myself up and down on him.
"Did I not satisfy you, miss Waldorf?" He wonders
"Oh you did." My eyes gleam. How could he ever think that? The man is too talented to doubt himself or have a low self esteem about his sexual abilities. So this must be a trick question, it has to be. "Very much actually."
"I'm pleased to hear that." He starts to kiss the side of my neck, making his way down to my shoulder.
"It was a very delightful appetizer." I haven't stopped lifting myself up and down his member.
"Appetizer?" He wonders. He places his hands on my hips, holding me down and himself deep inside of me.
"Yes. Appetizer." I repeat as I move my hips in a circular movement, if he thinks he can block my ministration by holding me down he's very much mistaken. His eyes gleam at my different approach. He guides my hips for a few rounds and lifts me off of him. I pout at the sudden loss in contact. I'm disappointed that I was unsuccessful at tricking him in another round of elevator sex. With knowing it he collected another first.
"enlighten me." He continues playful: "how much courses would you like this dinner to have?" He wonders as he composes himself, making himself presentable again. I turn to face the mirror and start to straighten out my dress.
He walks over to the control panel of the elevator and pushes the stop-button back to it's normal state. "As much as you are willing to serve me, chef." He turns to look at me as the elevator slowly starts to move again. Our eyes connect in the mirror once more this evening and my response receives a smirk.
It takes him two long strides to stand behind me. Our eyes stay connected as he plays with a curl of hair. The elevator doors open and he pulls me out of the elevator and into his penthouse.
I enter the living area and for the first time since my arrival last night, I notice that the interior has been completely renewed from last time I've been here. The leather orange couch, bar and pool table scream stylish bachelor pad. The small table in the corner clearly gives away that he rarely eats here when he's alone. He's sitting at the small table, reading the news paper, next to him stands a cart filled with probably every breakfast item on the menu. I linger in the doorway as I take a moment to study him. He clearly has cleaned himself up a bit. He is still casually dressed, or at least what i think is casual in his book. He is wearing his dress pants and shirt, the top buttons of his shirt undone and without his usual bowtie and cufflinks. His hair is in place and yet it still has that bed hair attitude. So basically he looks pretty darn hot sitting there like that. He turn the page of the paper and he gives me a small but gentile smile when our eyes lock: "good morning".
"Good morning" I answer, his eyes move down my body. My temp rises instantly and his smile turns into a grin. "I see you found your way around the closet." He continues the conversation.
"I did." I smile. I look down at my attire as casual as possible: the light old pink Stella McCartney lingerie set matches his button less pink and purple pinstriped dress shirt perfectly. "I would have buttoned it, but all the buttons appear to be missing." I continue playfully. "What's up with that?"
His stare is so intense that it's making my insides boil. The gleam in his eyes tell me he's amused by my move, perhaps I even would dare to say that I detect a teeny tiny blush on his cheeks. "You tell me." He leans back against his chair and watches me, he's waiting for a witty response.
"The woman who did this must be an feisty little thing."
He grins at the fact that I'm using his shirt to compliment myself. "You have no idea..." I blush at his compliment.
"I hope you punished her." I say, carrying on the conversation as if we're talking about someone else.
"I did." He says, while he closes the paper. He gestures me to come closer and I do, one small step at a time.
"Anyway," I continue in both words and steps. "I was wondering if I'm expected to go home like this, or if other clothes are going to magically appear in that closet of yours."
"I have ordered Andrews to find you some proper clothing." He reassures me.
"Thank you." I answer him and he gestures me to take a seat in the chair opposite of him. Wait, who's Andrews? My mind wonders. Before I get the time to ask him my question, he starts talking again: "I took the liberty of ordering everything of the menu, because I have no idea what you like to eat in the morning."
He isn't kidding, everything is there: pancakes, waffles, toast, lost bread, a large assortment of croissants, pain du chocolates, slices of plain and whole wheat bread,...
"Isn't that in that thick folder of yours?" I tease, while I search for the fresh fruit.
"No, Blair. It isn't." He responds. "I'd like to discover certain things on my own."
I smile after I popped a raspberry in my mouth. The piece of fruit is deliciously sweet, rare for the time of the year. It is winter after all. "I know you do."
I take the tray of berries and sit down on the free chair. Before I start to eat, I take a rubber band and use it to tie my long brown locks up in a loose bun. I can feel his eyes on me, following my every move.
"If you have the intention of making me want to take you right here, you're off to a good start." He says, his voice low and huskily.
"I was actually hoping to enjoy my fruit." I counter honestly. He can't handle the fact that my hair is up. Interesting... I wonder why. I place a loose curl behind my ear and my fingers linger against the skin of my neck. His breath gets stuck in his throat. Bingo! I just found his kryptonite. With most men it's either a girl's chest or ass that gets them going, apparently Chuck Bass prefers the side of my neck. Slowly everything falls into place and I realize why he's always paying so much attention to my neck. His eyes darken and before my very eyes I see him transform in the animal-driven beast I know he can be. As he is about to launch himself over the small table, the elevator asks our attention, as a small bell announces it's arrival. From around the corner appears a tall, golden haired and blue-eyed guy I know as Nate Archibald.
Chuck stand up from the table to greet him in the most friendly, I believe I should say, manner. "Nathaniel, long time no see." Right now I wish the shirt had some buttons to close. 'Silly goose' I scold at my own actions. Here I sit half naked at the breakfast table.
"I heard you were in town..."
"I wonder who told you that." Chuck smirks. "How is the cougar treating you?"
"Don't call her that. You know she hates it." Nathaniel counters and I know they are talking about Diana. The scene I witnessed between Nate. Diana and myself still lies to freshly in my mind.
"I believe she would forgive me. Don't you agree?" I can hear a twist in Chuck's voice. They are talking about a matter I have no knowledge about and it has something to do with her. My curiosity's spiked. They are talking like they are long time friends, perhaps even more like they are family on some level... I keep silent so I wouldn't rattle anyone and stop whatever is unfolding here before me. I need all the inside info on Mister Charles 'Chuck' Bass as I can get.
"You were her favorite." Nate, or Nathaniel as Chuck calls him, admits. My brain is working over-time to process it all. Does that mean that Chuck and Diana were involved once? My attempt to get answers to some questions, is failing miserably. I'm gaining more questions then answers.
"Until you came along." Oh. Does that mean Diana dumped Chuck for Nate? Or perhaps Chuck introduced Nate to Diana...
"I already know what's keeping you here." Nate eyes me over Chuck's shoulder. "Good morning Blair. So the real question is: what brings you here?"
"Good morning" I respond a bit startled, before Chuck can speak: "This is my latest addition to my Empire." He gestures around the room. We all know he means the hotel and not just this single room.
"Well, I must say I'm impressed. Never figured you'd be able to negotiate a deal with the old Mr. Walters."
I figure Mr. Walters was the previous owner of this hotel.
"Well I did. You'll be surprised when I tell you, it went rather smoothly."
"That does surprise me." Nate smiles. Chuck gestures for him to take a seat on the couch. I take that as my queue to leave them to talk business. Even though chuck is well aware of my fondness for business talk, I'm not sure how Nate will react to it, so I stand up from the chair and the shirt that I'm wearing falls open. Nate raises an eyebrow in surprise and wonder when Chuck pulls me closer. "Where are you off to?" he whispers into my ear with surprise and perhaps I just should have stuck around.
"To a bathtub that has my name written all over it."
His eyes gleam in mischief. His arm is still wrapped around my waist and his thumb brushes over the dimples at the bottom of my back. The gesture is kind, sweet and innocent. I wonder when ether or not he does this with other women as well. The thought of him with other girls makes my stomach shrink and I can feel jealousy building up.
"Make it a long one. I'll join you." I blush at Chuck's blunt suggestion as Nate's eyes rake over my almost naked body.
"Okay." I return playful and Mr. Archibald raises an eyebrow. For a moment I wonder when ether or not it would be inappropriate to peck his lips. I'm doubtful he would appreciate the gesture and Nate would probably report our suspicious behavior back to Diana, if he isn't planning on doing so already, so to prevent any more suspicion I decide against it, but I can not resist to whisper a "don't be too long" in his ear.
I disappear behind the door, I close it, but instead of continuing to the bathroom like any good soul would do, I wait and listen to their conversation. I am fully aware that ear dropping is a risky trade and next to my jealousy another awful quality, but I'm desperate for information, information on Mr. Chuck Bass. Desperate times call for desperate measures and I know I won't learn anything if I wait on him to open up and tell me his life story. Because that is likely to never ever happen. And since I don't want to grill him or don't have the resources to get the 411 on him, I need to learn my information this way.
"So how's the politic career going?" Chuck wonders.
"Rather great. Grand father believes I could make it to Congress before Tripp does."
"Really?"
"Yeah. Unbelievable right?"
"And how does the old Vanderbilt see your girlfriend fit into all of this?" Chuck's tone of voice is mocking when the word leaves his lips.
"Don't call her that either." Nate interjects.
"What should I call her?"
"Diana."
"So you two have been regularly hooking up for about a year and a half or so, and still no labels."
"Yep."
"Nice work, Nathaniel."
"I learned it from the best."
"Thank you." I can imagine Chuck smirk or grin at the compliment. I can not believe it. Diana and Chuck. Oh my...
"How long will you be in town for?"
This is interesting and most defiantly news for me...
"I'm not sure yet. Why?"
"I'm hosting a poker night at the Vanderbilt estate here in DC."
"I'll never say no to poker, Nathaniel. You know that."
"You could have been otherwise occupied." Nate suggests.
I can imagine him smirk at Nate's comment. My heart rate speeds up waiting for his answer. I'll immediately know how long I'll have the privilege of being in his company.
"You are free to bring her, if that will guarantee your presence." Nate adds.
"We'll be there." Chuck answers. I cover my mouth with my hands as I gasp. He actually wants to take me with him. I want to squeal with glee...
As I hear them say their goodbyes, I run off to the bathroom to fill the tub so I can get my ass in there. Like the other time I fill the bathtub with deliciously scenting, but expensive oil and salt. While the bathtub is filling up I remember to check my phone. I don't think anyone would have missed me. My mother hasn't bothered to check in with me for some time now, but neither have I with her. It's for the best that we live our separate lives, especially now that mine is so very complicated. I wouldn't know how to start explaining how I am doing.
I look at my phone and frown. I have about half a dozen missed calls and twice as much unread messages. Oh my... I open my message inbox. All the text are from the same person: Georgina.
00.32 am have fun B! He looks yummy from here *wink*
She must have seen me with Chuck when she send that text. I was to caught up in him and most likely in some sort of compromising position. Based on her message she clearly had no idea who I was with. Thank god!
01.24 am Still too occupied to respond huh? I'm impressed! Enjoy it. You deserve it.
Oh, she has no idea how enjoyable it was. I feel my temp rise at the memories.
01.39 am : Did u leave? I'm looking 4 u… Call me!
02.01 am: I found my own entertainment. See you at home tomorrow. G.
So she actually went home with one of them, or both perhaps.
02.11 am 1 missed call
02.12 am You have one new voicemail:
"B, is he still fucking your brains out? I hope he is, you dirty little thing... Call me when you hear this…"
06.57 am WRU? Just came home. Call me. G.
06.58 am 2 missed calls
07.30 am B, Are you still with him? Call me before you go for a round of morning after ;)
07.35 am 3 missed calls.
07.36 am You have 2 new voicemail messages:
"Blair, call me, text me. Just let me know you are all right. I'm starting to worry! G.
08.59 am B, God Dam it! Where are you? Call me asap!
09.00 am 4 missed calls.
09.01 am You have 3 new voicemail messages
"Blair, I'm freaking out. If I don't hear from you in the next half hour I'm calling Diana…"
09.37 am 5 missed calls.
09.40 am You have 4 new voicemail messages.
"Seriously, B. You took a job?! Have you completely lost it?!" Georgina shrieks into the phone. "Of course off all the men who could possibly ask for you, it had to be him. And you jumped. I can not believe you jumped to his bid and call." I roll my eyes at her foolishness.
10.05 am incoming call: Georgina
"Hello."
"Blair?"
"Yes..."
"Finally! Has 'the beast' allowed you contact with the outside world?"
"That's mean." I say while I frown at her words. "I forgot to check my phone. I wasn't expecting you to be concerned about my wellbeing."
"I wasn't concerned." Georgina counters. "Why would you think that?"
"Yes, you were, G. I have stored the proof on my phone." I tease.
"You could have been kidnapped."
"So you were concerned for my well being."
"Perhaps a bit."
"That's so sweet."
"Enough kindness." She says before she starts yelling: "I'm going to strangle you when you come home!"
"Please don't. Some appear rather fond of that part of my body."
"I'm very found of your neck." Chuck whispers against the skin of my neck. I freeze instantly at the feeling of his lips against my skin. I did not notice him approach me. God knows how long has he been in room for? As much as I want to grill him right now, I can't. Not with Georgina on the other end of the line.
"It was him all along last night, wasn't it?" Georgina wonders.
"He found me. Not the other way around." I try to defend myself.
"I'm glad I did." He muses into my ear, while he kisses the skin of my neck.
"Oh my god. It was!" Georgina shouts into the phone. I close my eyes and zone out as she rambles on. My eyes roll in the back of my head at his well-trained ministrations against my skin. I swallow a moan. Oh my. This is too distracting. I know that as a woman I'm supposed to be able to do more then one thing at once, but when you have Chuck Bass working his way around your neck, it's far from easy.
"How could you do that to me, betraying me like that..."
"Wait. What?" I force myself back to reality.
"I told you to stay clear of him." She actually sound upset now.
"I did. Like I said: he found me."
"And I am supposed to believe that?"
"Yes."
"As if..."
"You can ask him if you want."
"No. I believe you..." She comes to her senses. "You made him pay, didn't you?" She continues, without leaving any room for a response she continues. "He actually paid because you wouldn't go with him for free. Clever girl!"
I roll my eyes in response.
"Are you still with him?"
"Yes." I smile. "He's about to join me in his very large bathtub."
"I'm about to do much more then join you..." He muses into my ear. I blush at his words and pray to god she hasn't heard him.
When she asks: "am I on speaker?" I know for sure she heard him.
"No."
"Is he listening, B?"
"Let's just say I'm standing close enough to hear you shriek through the phone." Chuck responds.
"You better be treating B kindly, Bass."
"I am. No worries, but you should know that she likes it kind of rough."
"Too much info!"
"Hang up. I want you all to myself." He whispers into my ear . His possessiveness is somehow sweet , but the elevator asks his attention once more. My stomach flutters at the thought.
It's almost like Georgina can sense he's gone, or perhaps she heard the elevator. I'm not sure. "Be careful not to get too caught up in all of this B. Don't make yourself believe that you've got what it takes to tie him to you. He's only capable of leaving damaged goods behind."
Not really sure how to feel about it
Something in the way you move
Makes me feel like I can't live without you
It takes me all the way
I want to stay
AN: A new chapter, hopefully with some more insight in Chuck's life/mind/world, like some of you requested. ^_^ It wouldn't be in favor of the story to give away everything at once, so you'll have to do with bits and pieces here and there, but if you tie them all together, I'm pretty sure you'll realize you already learned quite a few things about the Chuck Bass in this story, but you'll also realize that there are quite a few of questions that deserve an answer. So you are free to let me know on what question you'd like an answer rather sooner than later ;) I'm nervous and exited to read about your reactions on the appearance of a certain friend…
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