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 or the song 'Love me like you do' by Ellie Golding. This storyline however is completely original and therefore completely mine... Ow yeah! Hahaha. Enjoy! I want to add that I used the Four Season's Hotel in New York as my inspiration for Chuck's Empire Hotel.
You're the light, you're the night
You're the color of my blood
You're the cure, you're the pain
You're the only thing I wanna touch
Never knew that it could mean so much, so much
The moment Chuck signs his name next to mine on the contract, my world starts spinning and I realize what I just did. Am I scared? Yes. Do I fully comprehend what I just did? Not really. I do now this: I'm super excited for what's to come, even though the realization that I just signed myself away to Chuck Bass, to be at his beck and call 24/7, frightens me a bit. I cannot fully comprehend what his demands will be, how he will be like. My strain of thoughts is stopped by his hush voice, calling out my name: "Blair."
I look at him. He's eyeing me from the sofa and I cannot help it but to bite my lip in anticipation. He gives me a gentle smile before he stands up. To my surprise he walks over to the bar. I imagined he were to sprung on me like a wild animal, the moment we both signed the contract, but he doesn't. Instead he walks over to the bar, pours another finger of scotch into his glass and takes a sip. He takes a fresh glass, pours another finger in that one and finishes by adding a bit more scotch in his own glass.
He strides over, holding out the fresh glass to me. "To our arrangement." He smirks.
I accept the glass carefully: "Yes," I hush; "To our arrangement."
He hold out his glass to me. The sound of the crystal glasses collaborating, chimes through the room as we both take a sip. "And now." He says, taking my glass out of my hand "I'm going to enjoy and savor every inch of your beautiful body."
I blush a cherry red at his blunt comment. He just smirks before capturing my lips in a ravishing kiss. The way he licks my tongue with his own, makes me shiver with arousal. He steps back, demanding me to follow his lead. He holds his arm firm around my waist, making sure I don't trip, or escape before we reach our destination. I feel a boudoir behind me, Chuck lifts me , making me sit atop the item. I have to lean down a bit to make sure that our lips stay connected. He starts to unbutton my blouse as he traces his lips to my neck. I sigh in relieve at his touch.
My blouse is half open when the door flies open. We are both startled by our sudden intruder, who appears to be Nathaniel. Diana storms in after him.
"I thought Chuck was conducting actual business in here." Nate says over his shoulder towards Diana.
"And I told you not to interrupt." Diana snarls.
I can't help but smile at the lover's squirrel. Chuck groans in annoyance.
"Diana," Chuck says, ignoring Nate completely; "now you're here." He states as he walks over to the table: "I might as well hand you the papers. We signed them moments ago."
"Perfect." Diana smiles at him. "Thank you."
I feel exposed now that Chuck is standing over by the table. Nate eyes me, a bit too friendly, before he snatches the papers out of Diana's hands. "What business have you conducted now, darling?" He wonders. His eyes widen as he reads through the contract.
"You signed her away, exclusively to him?" He wonders shocked.
I look at Chuck and cannot help but smile. Hearing someone else say it, makes it sound so real.
"Charles made me an offer I couldn't refuse." Diana answers stern.
"But that's not fair." Nathaniel utters like a small child would have.
Chuck seems amused by Nate's childish reaction. "Too bad man." He says, before focusing on me: "I got to her first." Chuck strolls over and I can't help it but bite my lip in response. His gaze holds onto mine in the most tantalizing way. He's standing in front of me once more, taking a sip from his scotch as he watches me. I hold my breath, the tension between us can set the room on fire.
I steal his glass out of his hand and take a sip too. The scotch burns my throat as it makes its way down. "All mine." He muses before capturing my lips in a heated kiss. I wished we were alone, I would let him do unspeakable things to me. I'm so hot and bothered that I'm up for anything just about now.
"Take me." I whisper in return.
"What will she do Chuck?" Nate wonders out of the blue: "Fuck you all day long?"
Nathaniel's interruption brings me back to reality. We aren't alone and I find Nathaniel's attitude quite hostile towards me. Chuck holds my head in place, by holding my chin with his index finger and thumb.
"If that's what she wants and what I want then yes." Chuck responds, without breaking our eye contact. The sexual tension between him and me is more than obvious.
"Nathaniel, this isn't the time nor the place." Diana tries to interfere.
"It never is."
"Please Nathaniel." She tries again.
"I've had enough of it. I've kept silent for long enough. Chuck, this isn't like you. Normally, you fuck them a few times until they have nothing left to offer you. It's like she casted a spell on you or something. I have never seen you so fascinated by a woman…" Nathaniel bits out the word 'she', as if I'm venom.
"I now Nathaniel." As Chuck responds he breaks our eye contact and to my surprise he remains utterly calm and in place. "I fuck. I don't do relationships. I'm still defining what this is myself. It's new for me too. What you are saying is true, I haven' t been so intrigued by a woman in the past. "Blair here makes me want to explore this new thing, but I'm doing it on my terms and in a safe arrangement , translated in a contract. I'm pleased to find you concerned for my wellbeing, but this remains nothing more than a business arrangement."
"I don't want you to get hurt." Nate explains.
"I have a stone-cold heart Nathaniel. Nothing can hurt me." Chuck smirks at his own comment.
"Where will she stay? With you?" Nate wonders.
"Arrangements have been made." Chuck tries to reassure him. "Once we are back in New York you'll see…"
The amount of information I gained in the last 4 to 5 minutes is immense. The relationship between Chuck and Nathaniel is obviously more intense than I imagined. I can't help it, but the thought crosses my mind. Do they share girls? Chuck mentioned my exclusivity to him during our negotiations and also the fact that he could allow me to sleep with other men. Did he mean Nathaniel?
Now that Nathaniel mentions it, I realize that we haven't spoken about where I would stay. Will we share an apartment? Penthouse? Loft? Or will I have my own accommodations and will he summon me whenever he feels like it?
"How will our living arrangements be?" I wonder, no louder than a whisper. I don't want to show my insecurities towards Nate or Diana about this.
"I have made arrangements that you'll be close, but I also respect your privacy, so I have made sure that you are able to spend time alone in private." Chuck kisses my lips gently, trying to reassure me, I think.
The fact that I have to return to New York frightens me. I have to go back to the people and the scandal I left behind when I came to Washington to work for Diana. Being in Washington felt good, I felt free of shame, whispers and scandal. How will my old social circle react when I return to New York with Chuck Bass, as his assistant of course. That's the official story. Rumors will follow me like flies. Will it hurt Chuck's reputation? How will my mother react to this news? There are so many questions running through my mind that I missed a part of the conversation that occurred while I was lost in a strain of thoughts.
The sound of my name draws my attention back to the ongoing conversation.
"Blair needs to attend tonight."
"No." Chuck responds.
"Yes." Diana counters. "I need both of you to make an appearance tonight. Chuck you haven't missed a party in years and all the John's know that 'Audrey' will attend tonight. There's no getting out of it." Diana's message is cold and clear.
"We leave the moment the John's are allowed to take 'their' girls to the rooms." Chuck snarls. "Only because I respect you, Diana."
"Thank you Charles."
You're the fear, I don't care
Cause I've never been so high
Follow me to the dark
Let me take you past our satellites
You can see the world you brought to life, to life
I'm standing in the corner wearing nothing more than underwear, very sexy underwear from Agent Provocateur: a bodysuit for their Chiki collection. The embodiment of true 70s glamour, the darkly mysterious Chiki lingerie bodies is a fantasy made entirely in stretch black French leavers lace. It features an underwired lace quarter cup, that supports and lifts my breasts for impressive cleavage, I never knew I could have and is completed by a naughty ouvert opening, revealing my nipples, that have been covered with black leavers lace pasties. The strategically placed bands crisscross and envelop my body, creating windows to my bare skin and leading the eyes to wander up, down and everywhere in between. A black bow sits on each shoulder strap, on the décolletage, and between the cups. The outfit is completed with black stockings and shiny black high heels. For the start of the event all the girls were given a black see-through kimono to wear along with a lock hanging from a necklace. Only the 'John' who is holding the key, can untie the bow very carefully made in the kimono. I know who is holding my key. Diana had to hand him the key the moment he agreed to stay for the start of the party.
Diana wasn't happy with Chuck's counter proposal, but she agreed. It was a take it or leave it kind of proposal, apparently. I find him incredibly sexy when he's playing the tough businessman. He was rather gentle during our negotiations, so I wonder if it's just an act when he's being the tough businessman.
Chuck is standing in a corner opposite from me, talking to a man I don't know. I recognize Mr. Huntzbergher and Carter out of all the John's whom are attending here tonight. Nathaniel is also present, but he doesn't hold a key. The mood is set with erotic jazz music, played by a live band. I'm pretty sure that every person here in this room signed a non-disclosure. The party is hosted in the ballroom and is in full swing. The room feels too big for the small company. Nathaniel approaches me and hands me a glass of vintage champagne.
"Thank you." I say, with a smile, as I accept the glass.
"I'll be keeping my eye on you." He says in the most nonchalant way, but the message is clear. "I don't trust you. I still think you are up to something and I promise you that I will find out what your true intensions really are."
I take a sip of champagne before I speak: "You are right Nathaniel. There is more to me than meets the eye. I intend to enjoy every single minute of the time I get to spend with Chuck. He is kind to me and when we've met up in the past it never felt as work, more like a friendly collaboration with benefits for the both of us. He knows like no other how to please a woman."
Nathaniel and I have had a conversation like this in the past, at the Vanderbilt Estate.
"I'm still wondering what you will gain by this new arrangement. Given your families past, I am sure that you understand why I don't trust you. Your father schemed my family out of some money too. He made a lot of enemies on the upper east side and now you are going back under the influence of Chuck Bass. Do you know how that looks?"
"That I'm trying to fuck my way back up the social ladder, Nathaniel." I respond rather blunt: "Don't think that I don't know that. I am not. The arrangement was all Chuck and I'd be a fool not to accept. I'll do more than just fuck him for my fee. I'm not the dumb woman you believe me to be."
"Oh Blair, that's where you are wrong. I know you aren't dumb at all, that's why I don't underestimate you. I believe that Chuck has been blinded by you, like you casted some sort of spell over him. My friend, whom is otherwise so suspicious about everyone, appears to believe every single word you utter out of that pretty mouth."
Before I get the chance to defend myself Chuck Interrupts the progressing conversation. I'm glad he did, because I probably would have said some mean and vicious things. Nathaniel is obvious very jealous of the kind of relationship I have with his friend and concerned for his friends wellbeing under my influence. I have no idea why. I wonder; do I want to know? Perhaps it's some story in Chuck's mystery life.
"How is the delightful Mr. Robinson?" Nathaniel laughs, obviously referring to Chuck earlier chatting partner.
"The same nag he has always been." Chuck sighs.
"He's still trying to pitch an idea or two?"
"Unfortunately yes, but luckily while I was pretending to listen, I came up with a few unconventional ways of unwrapping you later…" I feel his hot gaze on me and instantly I'm turned on. I want everyone to disappear so chuck can bend me over the piano in the corner of the room. The graphic motions in my mind could come straight out of a porn movie. I imagine him penetrating me he here and now, burying all of him deep inside of me. I feel hot and bothered, it's making my cheeks blush a cherry red.
Chuck places his arm around my waist and pulls me close: "What are you thinking about?" He muses into my ear.
I feel busted and try to utter my answer as innocent as possible: "Nothing…"
"Liar." Chuck counters fast and harsh, with a playful undertone. "Don't underestimate me Blair. You are blushing and your breathing has increased. I read you like a book and I hate lies…"
I turn so my lips are close to his ear: "I was fantasying about you and me on top of that piano over there. Imagining how you lips and hand would be all over me, while you thrust all of you deep inside of me."
Chuck stairs at me the first few seconds after I've gone silent. Probably comprehending the words that just slipped past my lips. I'm pretty sure he didn't see that one coming. "We're leaving." He says.
"You can't." I muse. "You promised Diana you would wait."
"Screw her. I want to screw you. Now." His voice is raw with arousal. He grabs my hand and we make our way over to the door. The sound of silver connecting with crystal gets our attention.
"Ladies and Gentlemen," Diana starts off. "Thank you all for coming to the annual Christmas Event. Since there are no new members here tonight, I will keep my speech short. I hope you enjoy your evening here and tomorrow morning breakfast will be served in the dining room from 8 am. You gentlemen are more than welcome to join the girls at the breakfast table. Thank you for your attention and you can unlock your girl. Merry Christmas!"
So love me like you do, love me like you do
Love me like you do, love me like you do
Touch me like you do, touch me like you do
What are you waiting for?
Only two hours later I'm sound asleep in the Private Jet before we touch down in New York. We've been in the sky for less than an hour and Chuck made sure that I joined the mile high club. He, of course, has been a longtime member of the club. The moment the door closed on the private jet, he told the stewardess to join Arthur in the cockpit. If we were to acquire her services he would call upon he. The woman did as told and left Chuck and I alone. I now realize that Arthur follows Chuck everywhere he goes and it makes me wonder what kind of life the man has? After all he's supposed to be at his beck and call 24/7, or maybe they have arrangements about that but in the time that I have known Chuck I have never seen him without Arthur.
The moment the door of the cockpit locked behind her, Chuck mused: "Come here."
I'm still in my outfit I was wearing at the party. We left in such a hurry, that I only had the chance to put on a coat over my kimono. I took the coat off when we entered the private plane, but left the kimono on. I'm standing in front of him.
"I've been looking forward to this moment the entire day." He says as he takes one of the silk strings that keep the kimono together. He tugs gently at the silk and the knot loosens slowly. The tension between us is so sexually charged that even this simple gesture feels erotic.
Chuck pushes the kimono past my shoulders and the silk floats down towards the floor of the airplane. "God Blair! You look sexy…" He muses as he traces the lace strings that holds his entire piece wrapped around my body. His finger stops at one of the nipple nubs that cover up my nipples and sets my nipples free one at a time. He takes a seat in one of the large luxury seats and asks me to join him: "Come, Blair."
I haven't been able to utter a single word since he untied the kimono. The sexual tension rushing through my veins is unbearable and in high need of satisfaction. I take a seat on his lap. He blows gently against my nipple, making the nub stand straight, proud and hard, before he traces his tongue around it. Next he moves his tongue quickly over my nipple and I moan in response. "Take me…" I beg him once more today. Only this time I hoped he would finally comply to my request. He smiles at my request. I support myself on my knees so he can open his belt and pants, only to reveal his happily aroused member to me. I pull the fabric of my bodysuit aside and lower myself onto him. I moan when he fills me up inside. I take a moment to enjoy the feeling of having him completely inside me, before I start to ride him.
He lets me have control for a moment, but it doesn't take long before he takes over. He lifts me up and lies me down on the plush carpet in the jet. He unwraps me gently, one lace string at a time, until I'm completely bare. He lowers himself between my legs and starts to kiss my lips and lick my nub. My entire body is so sensitive that the first touch feel like an electric shockwave passing through my muscles and veins. "Chuck, please don't.' I beg him. I'm not sure I can handle any level of torture right now. He spreads my thighs and holds them firm in place while he works my clitoris. I squirm around on the carpet, not sure I won't end up with scratches or friction burns, while I moan aloud. For a second I wonder when ether the staff can hear me in the cockpit. My entire body tenses up and I start to shake as my orgasm approaches. In that moment Chuck puts a his index and middle finger inside of me and start to rub my G-spot. What happens next, hasn't happened to me before. All of a sudden, at the very highest point in the climax of my orgasm, vaginal fluids squirt out of my vagina. I feel as if my body is going to explode. Never, ever, in my entire sexual life have I ever experienced something like this. I literally feel like my mind is going to shoot off my shoulders like a racket.
"Oh my Blair…" I hear Chuck muse before he penetrates me. I moan happily when he slides himself inside of me. I feel intoxicated by my orgasm, my nerve endings are still in overdrive because of that mind-blowing orgasm I just had. I experience what happens next as if I'm in a drunken whirl. Chuck fucks me hard and deep. The sex is rough and I hear myself beg him for more, more and more…
He turns me around and takes me doggy style, penetrating me even deeper than before. He wraps his arms around my waist and hugs me while he thrusts himself fast, hard and deep inside me. I come again, my muscles tense and then go numb, making me almost limb in his arms. I would have hit the floor if he hadn't held me up. Chuck supported me by pulling me against his chest, while he supported both of us on his knees and one arm. He sits up and pulls me up, making me lean against his chest. He kisses my shoulder and neck before whispering: "Hold on baby. I'm almost there."
He thrusts himself a few times inside of me and I try to support myself on my legs a bit longer, so he has more room to move, it doesn't take long until I feel his warm fluids run inside of me.
"It's okay, baby. Close your eyes now." Chuck muses. He turns my head so he can kiss me on the lips. I close my eyes and all goes dark.
Fading in, fading out, on the edge of paradise
Every inch of your skin is a holy grail I've got to find
Only you can set my heart on fire
Christmasin NYC is the stuff dreams are made of. You don't have to head to the mountains in order to get that feeling of Christmas. New York City becomes a winter wonderland during the holidays: snow blankets the streets of Manhattan, crowds "ooh" and "aah" at the exquisite Christmas window displays adorning the stores along Fifth Avenue, ice skaters glide across the Rockefeller Center Skating Rink as the Rockefeller Christmas tree glows beneath the New York skyline. This, among many other things is why I love New York.
Attempting to describe New York City is like attempting to describe a diamond with a thousand different facets. It's a centrifuge of energy, spinning at a pace so fast it's almost dizzying. It's gritty, but when traversing its various pathways and corridors, there's beauty to be found on nearly every street corner. Most of all, it's a city that epitomizes America. It symbolizes freedom; it symbolizes diversity; it symbolizes everything that makes America great.
The Empire Hotel is among the finest destinations you can reside in, in New York its location alone, located just off Central Park between Park and Madison Avenues, makes it superbly. The Empire Hotel New York is a towering monument to renowned architect I.M. Pei – the individual best known for his work creating the Louvre's infamous glass pyramid. Rising 52 stories above the Manhattan skyline, The Empire is the city's tallest hotel, and yet despite its impressive stature, the hotel's post-modernist contemporary design is characterized by a certain level of subtlety, if you will. It's not the Trump Tower, adorned in a glistening gold facade, begging you to pay attention to it. It's a far more self-confident design – one that rests gracefully amidst its surroundings while still offering a meticulous level of detail upon closer inspection.
Entering the Empire, you're immediately being transported from the intensity of the city to a grand yet welcoming limestone and marble-clad lobby, it has a gorgeous 33-foot high backlit onyx ceiling. On the right lies the newly opened Garden Restaurant and Bar, while one the left is a relaxed seating area that offers hors d'oeuvres and a varied selection of aperitifs, spirits and champagne. It is, by all accounts, a majestic entrance, but for every part of its splendor, it offers an equal part warmth. At no point does the hotel feel uninviting or unapproachable, but rather it manages to stay supremely comfortable amidst its grandeur.
The elevators will escort you to one of the 368 guest rooms, and you'll immediately discover one of the Empire's trademark attributes. The guestrooms, on average, boast 600 square feet of living space, by any standards, the rooms are spacious, but by New York City standards, the rooms are apartments unto themselves. Complimenting their size, the rooms feature a very precise assortment of amenities to ensure your every need is met. It sounds cliché, but every element of the Empire has been carefully planned to be as functional and accommodating as are the standard luxury items: plasma television, office desk, private bar, etc., all of which one comes to expect from a luxury hotel. But what's unique about the Empire is the meticulous detail they pay to each distinct item. For example, there is an oversized soaking tub in each guestroom, more importantly, it fills in a brisk 60 seconds. There are window shades to provide privacy from the outside world, but they are electrically operated, allowing you to easily block the morning sun or invite it in from bed with the press of a button. Each morning the newspaper is neatly delivered to each room in a branded Empire tote hanging from your door. Attention is being paid to every single detail and that makes the Empire a world class luxurious hotel.
Paired with the amenities, the level of service is equally superlative. The room service staff is exemplary, taking care that each element of your room is exactly as it should be. Shampoo, conditioner and soap aren't just refilled, they're perfectly centered in the shower tray. The staff excels at understanding your individual needs. It's a level of professionalism that extends throughout the staff of the hotel. When in need for ice? You press a button, and it's delivered within minutes. Did you forget to pack your umbrella? The bellman will provide one for you, along with the day's forecast. In need of a ride to a nearby restaurant? Complimentary car drop off is included within a two mile radius. Every element of the service is thought-out, carefully planned and executed beautifully.
I realize that I am more than lucky, being able to stay here in the hotel and enjoy all of its services.
The best room in the hotel is named 'The Emperor' and it is The Empire's penthouse, it houses the ruler of it all and I have the privilege to stay here along with Chuck. It encompasses the entire 52nd floor of Empire Hotel and is designed by I.M. Pei. The Emperor Penthouse is a nine room, 4300 square foot living work of art.
"Chuck this is amazingly beautiful!" I am stunned and in awe of the beautiful architecture of it all.
"I hope so. It took 6 years and an estimated $50 million to complete it." Chuck informs me.
My jaw drops.
"Welcome to my world, Blair."
I'll let you set the pace, because I'm not thinking straight
My head spinning around I can't see clear no more
Love me like you do
Touch me like you do
What are you waiting for?
AN: Another chapter finished. I can't believe how quickly this one flew out of my pen and onto the paper. I truly believe that all your delightful reviews had something to do with that! Thank you so much to Herperson, Skaggirl, Alisha, Eva-90, Guest, Nausheen, PureJadore, THEPrincessX, Guest 2, Lovelymee, Ghm, Stilettomafia, Dimples84, Eva90, Myrel, ChuckBlair08lover and Jen416 for reviewing the previous chapter. I hope that I'll be able to keep up this pace, to publish a new chapter every month. I'm not making any promises but I promise I will try! I'm curious to read your reactions on this new chapter. This is it, the next chapter will be a first full glimpse of Blair finding her way in this new world, Chuck's World…
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