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 'Domino' by Jessie J. 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.

I'm feeling sexy and free, like glitter's raining on me
You like a shot of pure gold love, I think I'm 'bout to explode
I can taste the tension, like a cloud of smoke in the air
Now I'm breathing like I'm running, 'Cause you're taking me there
Don't you know, you spin me out of control

Ascending to the top of The Empire Hotel was an exciting experience unto itself. It's as if the elevator knows it's rising to special heights, and it knows its job is to get you there as quickly as possible. By the time we passed the 40th floor, sounds reminiscent of a Vegas slot machine were echoing in my head as the floors raced by in such rapid succession. This whole experience is beyond exciting and the Empire in New York is nothing like the one in DC. As quickly as it began, it's over.

The doors of the elevator open, and suddenly I stand in a place that is as close to floating on a cloud as one could conceivably get. The ceilings are 25 ft high and have a cathedral feel to them. The floor to ceiling windows in each of the penthouse's three main areas, give such an amazing view that it feels, quite literally, like I'm flying. The view is indescribable – there's simply no way of characterizing it. Slowly, I become acclimated to the fact that virtually all of Manhattan is at my feet. My senses start to return and I begin to notice the details of my surroundings.

Everywhere I look, on every surface, there are elements that tell me about the craftsmanship that went into creating this extraordinary space. In the living and dining rooms, cream walls are inlaid with thousands of pieces of mother of pearl. In the bedroom, the walls are covered in straw marquetry, a tedious process where thin pieces of straw are assembled in a perfectly smooth pattern. Chuck explains that each piece of straw is less than an inch thick. It adorns every wall of the master bedroom, and it took over a year to construct. In the powder room the semi-precious stone "Tiger-Eye" adorns the walls and sink top. In no sense does this feel like a hotel suite, it feels as if we stepped into another world the moment we stepped out of the elevator. This penthouse breaths billionaire lifestyle, and I don't think there's one person who would disagree.

As I move through the penthouse, I encounter three main areas. The first is the living area, an airy, primarily cream colored room that offers a gorgeous western view of the Manhattan landscape. There's a variety of seating options, a chocolate three seat sofa, two champagne-colored silk loveseats and two club chairs with hand carved legs are the center pieces, along with a dining room table that offers what's undoubtedly one of the most romantic dining experiences in the city. Also present is a 3 1/2 by 3 ft working fireplace, one that according to Chuck was carved out of a solid block of chiampo mandorlato stone imported from Italy.

Next is the library, where a Bosendorfer Grand Piano sits quietly, framed by a southern view of the city. Walls are covered in a rich caramel colored French lacquer, two 12 ft tall book cases with translucent amber onyx shelving and a vine motif house various literary works. I also find a second seating area, this time a dark brown calf skin sofa, a beige loveseat and dark brown leather ebony chairs, offer an additional area of respite to escape the stresses of the city.

The last of the three primary areas is the master bedroom that offers a stunning northern view of Central Park. The centerpiece of the room is a Thai canopy bed, one that features a Syrian inspired hand woven cream gold bed curtain and a Swedish Hästens Vividus mattress that took 160 hours to complete, according to Chuck. Sitting directly under the soaring floor to ceiling windows, I spot a light caramel color lacquered desk with arched legs and I imagine Chuck putting some finishing touches on some corporate paperwork before going to bed. A silk Bordeaux art deco chaise lounge and two silk burnt orange round chairs offer the master bedroom's final seating options. Adjacent to the master bedroom is the Master bathroom, that is clad in rare Chinese onyx, including sinks carved from solid blocks of rock crystal, has an oversized Dornbracht steam rain shower with six body jets and a Chroma therapy infinity soak tub with northeast views over the city. It also has a separate door, so you don't have to pass through the master bedroom every time you want to go to the master bathroom. Chuck leads me towards another room, close to the master bedroom. He opens the door with the words: "I told you that I would provide you with your own space…"

The grandeur of the second bedroom matches the luxurious and exclusive vibe you get from the rest of the Emperor Penthouse. The room isn't as big as the master bedroom but holds a queensized bed, a cream leather love seat and a small desk. Once more the cream is very prominent present in the color scheme of the entire room, along with white and gold. This room feels more feminine than the master bedroom. You can tell that he designed the master bedroom for himself. My room, I can't believe I'm even thinking this, also has that oriental feel to it. Adjoined to my room there is a jewel-like powder room with walls, ceiling and sink fashioned from semi-precious tiger's eye stone. The last room in this luxurious penthouse is the walk-in dressing room. As I walk in my eyes grow wide and my mouth drops. The amount of clothes present is overwhelming. The room has a floor to ceiling closet on each side. His side and my side.

"I took the liberty of setting you up with the basics…" Chuck says.

I have to define basics with him later, because the closet is already half full with dresses, skirts, blouses, pants, shoes, accessories and lingerie. He left some room for me to add my own choices in clothing to the mix. Everything in here is from high end luxury brands. I find Gucci, Chanel, Louboutin and many, many more. The amount of lingerie present draws my attention, I have bustiers, bra's, panties, garters, corsets, babydolls in all size, shape and form, in lace and silk, ones who cover it all and other I wonder why bother? "Do you have a fetish for lingerie?" I wonder. I'm still covered in nothing more than a coat.

"I guess I made it too obvious?" He wonders.

I catch the subtle smirk and sexual undertone. I must admit that every time we've met in the past he always handed me lingerie to wear. I didn't connect the dots until now, but I'm not telling him that! "A little bit." I start to undo one of the buttons of the coat and Chuck holds his breath. It's not like he hasn't seen me naked before, but the gesture of me undressing in front of his seems to get him going. I need to remember that.

"I want you to be able to wear something different every day." He says, while his eyes rake hungry over my body.

"You want me to wear something different for you every day…" I correct him. I'm planning on teasing him with this…

"That too…" He smirks. "Do you like this?" I wonder as I pick out a black laced halter teddy with a plunging neckline and a racy v-string at the bottom.

"That's one piece that I admire yes." Chuck responds. "Among many others…"

"And if I were to put it on, what would you think of it then?" I step closer

"I'd adore it." Chuck says while he keeps his eyes locked on mine.

"And if I were to let you take it off of me tonight, what would you think then?" I wonder, tracing his lips with my own. I act as if I'm going to kiss him, but pull away just in time every time he leans in.

"I'd worship it." He muses so seductively, that I want to jump him on the spot, but I keep myself together and keep him wanting…

"If you'd excuse me. I'm going to change." I say as I walk past him. I still have my coat on, one button is still tied.

"It's not like I haven't seen you naked yet…" Chuck counters.

"I don't want to ruin the surprise…" I smile, cheeky this time. Chuck groans as he walks out of the dressingroom, mumbeling something about women.

Moment later I appear in the living area clad in nothing more than the teddy. I have put my hair up in a playful bun for the occasion, purposefully of course. I'm well aware of the effect bare skin has on Chuck. The fireplace is burning, it wasn't burning earlier. I take another look around the beautiful penthouse and realize how lucky I am to being able to stay here. Now that I'm taking another look I also realize that there isn't a hit of Christmas present in the rooms.

"Chuck," I start my sentence.

"Come here." He interrupts me; "You look beautiful…"

"Thank you." I blush. I feel incredibly sexy in this outfit. The V-thong makes it a bit raunchy, but the lace gives it an incredible sexy and classy feel. He traces his hand over my bare buttocks, before he captures my lips in a tantalizing kiss. I'm barely in my new outfit and I already feel his finger search for the clasp to get me out of it. "Chuck…" I wonder again.

"Yes…" He says while he moves his lips from my lips to my neck.

"Where's the three?" I wonder.

"There isn't one." He says, pausing his ministrations to my neck for a moment.

"There should be a three. It's Christmas…"

"I'm never around to celebrate the holidays, so I don't involve myself with putting decorations up."

"Are we staying in New York of Christmas Eve?" I wonder.

"Yes."

"Are we staying in?" I wonder

"Yes."

"Then we should have a three."

"Really Blair?!"

"Yes I want a Christmas Tree."

"Then you have to give me something in return."

"What?" I wonder

"A part of your body I haven't been before…"

I immediately know what he means and I'm scared. "I don't know Chuck. It's a lot you are asking in return."

"I'm asking access, Blair." Chuck tries to calm me down. "I won't purge myself into you right away. I want you to experience the amazing pleasures I can give to you that way. I want to be able to consume you completely."

Without giving me time to thing about it, he picks up the phone, dials a number and hangs up. Within minutes the elevator dings and a man appears in the living area: "You rang, Sir."

I'm a bit surprised and quickly sit down in a chair nearby, in an attempt to cover myself a bit. "You could have warned me, Chuck." I hiss between my teeth.

"And miss this awkward encounter. Never." He teases. "Relax Blair. You are not the first woman this man sees naked or barely dressed, isn't it Mr. Watson?"

"True." Mr. Watson chuckles and then points out, "but never within these walls, Mr. Bass. That's a first." I can't help but smile at Mr. Watson's comment. I feel a bit more special now.

It keeps Chuck quiet until Mr. Watson speaks again: "What is it you rang for Mr. Bass?"

"Miss Waldorf here, wants a Christmas tree."

"And decorations…" I pitch in. Mr. Watson tries to hide his smirk, but fails miserably.

"We have some spare trees. I would invite you to tag along and take your pick, but I see you aren't dressed for a fieldtrip." Mr. Watson responds with a hint of humor.

"I prefer a big tree. One that would fit in the corner over there, next to the fireplace." I explain to Mr. Watson. Chuck doesn't interfere. I feel his eyes on me. I realize that with explaning to Mr. Watson what my desires and qualifications for the tree are, that I have done so much as said yes to Chuck?

"The items can be delivered immediatly. Is that alright sir?" Mr. Watson turns his attention away from me and onto Chuck. It's clear: he knows who's in charge…

Mr. Watson leaves and only moments later other staff members arrive with the tree and the decorations. In the meantime I have covered myself with a kimono. I let the bellboys build the tree. It's a fake one, due to safety issues and stuff, I used to have a big real one at home when I was a child.

"Thank you boys. I will take it from here." I say once the tree is put together. Before I get the chance to go through the boxes and see what kind of decorations the staff has brought us, Chuck captures me in a tight embrace. He unties my kimono and muses: "Why don't you do that in the morning?" referring to the decorating of the Christmas Tree.

"I would prefer doing it now."

"You are one persisted woman." He smirks. "Well if you insist." He says.

"Yes, I do insist."

"Okay then." He says. "Then I'll need you to lie down on the couch for a moment first."

I do as I'm told and it doesn't take long before he lies atop of me. "Then I'll have to insist as well…"
He spreads my legs and starts to lick me. At first he doesn't even bother to pull the lace aside. After a while he does and he sticks his tongue inside me, over and over again, while he rubs my clit with his fingers. I stop mid-moan the moment I feel his tongue at my anus.

"Relax…" He muses while he licks me there while his thumb is inside me, rubbing my g-spot. I'm confused. My mind had made me resent the idea, my entire life and now that Chuck makes me try it, I realize that it isn't so bad. I'm even starting to like it, a bit and no matter how hard I try, I can't keep back a moan or two.

The moment he pushes his tongue inside me, I gasp, tense up and pull back. Chuck lets go of me and gives me a moment to gather myself.

"I don't want to hurt you Blair, I want full access to your body. I promise you, that I can make you enjoy sex so much more. I want to help you discover a whole new kind of pleasure."

"How can you make something that I have found appalling for so long, sound so intriguing…" I wonder.

"You know what kind of pleasure I can give you." He muses. His seductive attempt is so obvious and so working! "Do you trust me?" he wonders next.

I nod.

"Say it." He whispers.

"I thrust you." Uttering those words alone is beyond arousing.

He grabs my hips and pulls me closer. He restarts his earlier ministrations on me. Chuck wants me to rub my clit, while he does so. He pulls the raunchy thong aside and keeps it there. At first he switches between licking both holes, but soon he starts with pushing his tongue inside me in both places. He is right, anal is a whole other sensation. I'm still trying to get used to it, but I'm keeping an open mind and decided that I would try this. He has his tongue inside one hole and his fingers inside another. When he sticks his fingers into my vagina he uses plural, but when it comes to fingering me anal, he uses one. He's careful and gentle, giving me time to adapt to this new situation, but he has set his mind on making me cum. "Let me see you as you cum, baby. I want to see that cloudy look in your eyes."

I do as asked and look him in the eyes, that burn with desire and twinkle with happiness at my submission, because that's what I have done. I have submitted myself to him. I handed him full control over my body the moment I accepted his proposal. I haven't regretted it one second. It's hard to keep my eyes open once my orgasm is close.

"Don't shut me out, baby" he muses so gently; "Let me see you cum…"

"Oh Chuck…" I try my best to keep my eyes open but it's easier said than done. The sensations I'm experiencing due to the ministrations his fingers make inside of my various holes are overwhelming.

I come moaning out his name, while I stare into his eyes. I'm completely relaxed after this delicious orgasm. He kisses the skin on my neck while he wonders: "Did you like it?"

I nod and blush as I admit that it indeed felt delicious.

"This is only the beginning Blair. You make me want to do unspeakable things to you…"

I lick my lips. The thought of him doing unspeakable things to me arouses me in a way it shouldn't. All those dark and dirty things he wishes to do to me aren't supposed to sound so alluring, so inviting. He has opened a door to a part of me I didn't even knew was there. My inner goddess is beyond excited for what's to come, for whatever dirty sexual desires he can evoke inside of me.

I pull him close and kiss him while I lift myself onto his lap. I grind myself onto him, making it obvious I want more. I need more. My body craves for more. "Take me to bed." I whisper.

"And the tree?" Chuck wonders with a devious smirk on his face, obviously very pleased about the fact that he made me pick him over the tree.

Rock my world into the sunlight, make this dream the best I've ever known
Dirty dancing in the moonlight, take me down, like I'm a domino
Every second is a highlight, when we touch, don't ever let me go

Chuck kept on going until I saw stars last night and I kept on begging and begging him for more. The more he made me cum, the more I begged him to go rougher on me, to thrust deeper, faster and harder. I can't seem to get enough of him and his penis. Oh the delightful things that man can do with it, make me want him over, over and over again. Even though my inner body couldn't handle it any longer.

I pulled myself and my soar body out of bed and into the bathroom this morning, while Chuck was already talking business in the living area. I wasn't sure when ether it was just on the phone or if there are actual men present in the room, so I played it safe and I got dressed first, before I entered the living area. As I was finding my way around the dressing room, I found another lingerie-set that I would get his blood flowing to all the right places. I pulled a pencil skirt and a blouse out of the closet and was relieved to find them fitting me perfectly. I let my curls fall in lose waves onto my shoulders. A touch of make-up later and I looked like I didn't wander out of bed just 5 minutes ago.

I walk into the living area and was greeted by a room full of men, at least they are all on the plasma screen. The man who was talking stopped and made Chuck aware of my presence in the room.

"Good morning gentlemen," I say with a gentle smile; "Good morning, Mr. Bass."

"Miss Waldorf." Chuck greeted back, obviously very pleased about my business approach.

I helped myself to a cup of coffee and found a book with a handwritten note on top next to the coffee tumbler, that said: Learn the people in the book, we have a social gathering to attend soon. C.

I take a seat in one of the many seating options available in the room. I pick the table in the corner, that gives me that breathtaking view over Manhattan. Chuck has chosen the name for the penthouse wisely. I do feel as if I'm some kind of emperor when I'm standing here. Today is a clouded day and it makes me wonder how far I'll be able to see on a clear day.

"Good Morning." Chuck muses as he kisses the skin on my neck.

I return my 'good morning' with a blissful smile and hope that this experience is never going to end. He turns me, so he can kiss me. I happily accept his tongue in my mouth. He traces my palate with the tip of his tongue. I instantly get shivers all over my body. He grinds himself against me, making me aware of his erection.

"Bend down and place your hands against the windows." He says.

"Chuck, you are in the middle of a business meeting." I gasp in surprise.

"You're going to have to be very quiet then…" He whispers with an evil smirk on his face and a crazy look in his eyes; "It's all your fault I'm having this major boner in my pants. I won't be able to focus unless I get it out of my system."

He pulls my skirt up and muses "oh you naughty thing…" when he realizes I'm wearing a thong that has an open crotch. "Spread your legs a bit baby, so I can fill you up real nice." His words turn me on instantly. My inner muscles contract and I'm instantly soaked.

Chuck goes down on his knee and licks my lips, prepping me, so I can take him in one swift move. He did just as I expected and filled me up in one thrust, I didn't anticipate that level of gentleness, giving my sore muscles time to adjust as I slowly accept his large member.

"I don't want to hear a sound, Blair." He says. "The speaker is still on."

"Can they see us?" I whisper.

"No." He says as he pulls out and then re-enters in one swift thrust. This time it isn't as slow and gentle as the first thrust. The sex is rough, animalistic and delicious. I'll have to wait and see how my sore muscles will react to this later, but right now I'm enjoying every thrust of it. "Oh yes…" I breath, encouraging him on as I whisper "More, Chuck. More…"

When he pushes the tip of his index finger inside my butt, I almost gave us away. Chuck caught my moan with his hand. I didn't expect that move.

"I'll punish you for that." He growls in my ear, while he keeps pounding himself into me. I know I won't come now. By the way he trusts I know he's close, too close for me to make it to my orgasm before he does. Our quickie ends when he empties himself into me.

About 3 hours later I'm still studying faces and facts from the book Chuck left for me. I know some of the people in this book. Time didn't stood still on the Upper East Side while I was away. People broke up, got a divorce, some got engaged and even married or re-married. All that is in this book. I find it kind of creepy to be honest.

Chuck is busy handling a business call in the study when the elevator dings and heels announce the arrival of a female in the Penthouse. A semi-familiar voice calls out Chuck's birth name: "Charles?" I stand up to find out whom this intruder is and am faces by non-other than Lillian Wilhelmina "Lily" van der Woodsen, Chuck's adoptive mother after she married his father a few years ago. I didn't need the book Chuck handed me to know that. Lily's and Bart's wedding was the biggest wedding the Upper East side had seen in decades. The tabloids loved it. She also is the mother of my high-school friend Serena van der Woodsen. I'm frozen in my spot, unable to utter a single word. Chuck and I don't even have our story straight yet. How will I introduce myself? I come up with a million questions she might ask me and realize I won't be able to answer one…

She appears to be surprised by my presence here. We stand on opposite sides of the main seating option in the living area. She keeps eyeing me strangely and then all hell breaks loose: "Blair?" She wonders. "Blair Waldorf?"

"Hello Lily." I utter a response. I know I need to snap out of this state of shock I'm in and need to get my act together. "How are you?" I wonder.

"Oh my god." She says as she makes her way around the sofa to greet me with a hug. She always has been a very warm and gentle person to everyone but her own children. "I'm so happy to see you again."

"Me too." I say honestly.

"What are you doing here?" Lily wonders next. The question was inevitable. I hear Chuck approach and hold back my answer.

"Lily." Chuck says with an honest and gentle smile.

"Charles." She returns as she stands up and pulls him in for a hug. Chuck doesn't correct her. He usually doesn't like it when he's being called by his birth name, but with Lily, he accepts the use of it: "How have you been son?"

"I'm well, thank you." He says in a tone that's just as honest and gentle as his smile was. "How are you. Are you feeling better?" He wonders.

"It was merely a cold, Charles."

He holds back the moment he realizes I'm watching him, watching his interactions with Lily. Chuck is older than Serena and myself. He was already living by himself when Lily married Bart. Serena and I were in our senior year at that point so I never really got to know the man. We got accepted into different colleges and we lost touch. Soon after I got accepted scandal struck and well, you know the rest of the story by now. I never imagined that the relationship between Chuck and Lily would be this intense.

"Blair and I met in Washington. She's my assistant." Chuck informs Lily.

Lily smiles a knowing smile: "Of course she is."

I'm not going to interfere and try to convince Lily that what we have is strictly business. In a way it is strictly business, but it's also rather personal. Having sex is personal. The way 2 bodies connect during sex is personal. Meeting Lily revealed a more personal side of Chuck. Lily is probably the closest Chuck ever has had to a mother. She is the youngest daughter of music executive Richard "Rick" Rhodes and the late Celia "CeCe" Rhodes. Two well established people on the Upper East side. After Bart's death, Lily inherited the leading chair in Bass Industries, the company Chuck's father had built. Chuck is the largest shareholder in the company with 55 percent, making him still the owner of the company.

You got me loosing my mind, my heart beats out of time
I'm seeing Hollywood stars, you stroke me like a guitar
I can taste the tension, like a cloud of smoke in the air
Now I'm breathing like I'm running 'Cause you're taking me there
Don't you know, you spin me out of control

I'm lying on the carpet in front of the burning fireplace. My naked skin glows due to the heat of the fireplace. Chuck and I opened a bottle of vintage champagne and he ordered a platter of delicious fresh sushi from Tanoshi Sushi. Critics say it's the holy grale among the sushi restaurants on the Upper East Side. I love sushi and it was indeed the best sushi I have had in a while.

"Do you want the last piece?" Chuck wonders, while he holds it out to me to take with the chop-sticks.

I'm stuffed, but the gesture is so sweet and romantic that I don't dare to say no. Lily's visit earlier obviously brought out a more gentler side of him. We took a luxurious bath together earlier and he just started washing me. My back first, but then he moved on to soaping and later on to rinsing my chest, my arms and my legs. The gentle touches aroused me, obviously, and I believe that this was also a part of his plan, to arouse me. Then again, we have been out of the tub for over an hour now and all we did was kiss, eat and drink. We shared some tongue twisting and toe-curling kisses before our dinner arrived and as the dinner progressed, Chuck did decide to eat some sushi off of my naked body and sip some sake out of my belly button.

The man has a beautiful body and he has been flaunting it for over an hour now. We didn't bother ourselves with putting clothes on after our bath. We have been parading naked around the penthouse since then. I accept the piece of sushi he's been holding out for me to take.

"Make love to me…" I whisper with my mouth half full. Once I realize what I have said, I blush a cherry red. I got too caught up in this romantic moment, that I might have just ruined it all together.

"For one night, I want to forget what I am and that you are paying me to be here." I continue in a whisper, before I take a sip. Chuck doesn't respond for a few seconds and I am convinced that I have ruined it all together. As I am ready to retreat admit my defeat and retreat to my room, Chuck pulls me in. His lips touch mine in the most gentle way. The kiss is slow, gentle and sweet. I sigh at the realization that he granted me my request.

He pulls me closer and pushes me down onto the soft carpet with his own body. He pushes his tongue against my lips and I let him in after a few moment of teasing, while I nibble away at his soft lips.

He places himself at my entrance and penetrates me slowly and gently, before pulling back out and re-entering me. I sigh in relieve at his gentle approach. "Oh Chuck…" I muse as he pushes himself fully inside of me.

He pulls me up so I'm sitting in his lap, while he keeps thrusting himself fully into me at a slow but steady pace, I kiss him on the lips, passionately, thanking him for granting me my wish. I leave a trail of kisses as I make my way to his earlobe and then along the side of his neck to his shoulder.

He keeps his pace just slow enough, so my orgasm builds up real nice and easy. At a certain point he dips me back, so he gets full access to my chest. He places his mouth around a nipple and starts teasing me, making me want the rougher sex he can easily provide me with.

"Oh Chuck." I breath my plea throatily: "Please…"

He speeds up a bit and I sigh in relieve, but after only a few thrusts he returns to the slow and steady pace he had earlier on.

"Tell me." He smirks. I realize now that he did this on purpose. He's going to make me beg him to give me that rougher level of sex.

"I hate you." I bite at him. He grabs my head and presses his lips against mine in a first response. He keeps asking for access into my mouth as he traces his tongue over my lips, trying to push through the barrier.

"Be a good girl, Blair." Chuck smirks. He presses his lips onto mine once more and speeds up his thrusts until I sigh in relieve and unknowingly grand him and his tongue access into my mouth. The way his tongue touches mine, draws my attention away from my approaching orgasm. I come on top of him, shaking and trembling away while he pushes on to find his own release. His thrusts prologue the duration and the intensity of my orgasm. One raw growl later, Chuck also found his release. I'm leaning into him as I come down from my high.

I capture his lips in a 'thank you' kiss. I utter the words quietly to him and he pulls me closer.

"I won't be able to give you this kind of sweet, gentle sex on a regular basis, Blair." Chuck starts off.

"I know." I whisper in return.

"Doing unspeakable nasty things to you is my way of showing you I care for you. You need to remind that I have chosen you to be here. You intrigue me. You fascinate me. If you hadn't I wouldn't have kept coming back for you."

I smile at his confession. The man cares for me and he want to show it to me in his own dark and dirty way. "Show me you care, Chuck." I muse while I grind my pelvis against his.

"Oh I will baby." He muses in return before lifting me and laying be back on the floor in front of him. He crawls seductively on top of me. He places himself at my entrance. "You will beg me to stop at one point," he smirks devilishly, "realize I won't. No matter how much you beg and plea..."

I nod, before I vocalize what he is telling me: "I'm yours."

We can do this all night
Turn this club, skin tight
Pull me like a bass drum
Sparkin' up a rhythm
Baby, come on

AN: Another Chapter out... Phieuw! I made it before the end of the month... I'm so happy!
Thank you to Alisha, Herperson, Dumplingwok, Guest, ghm, Taciturnity, Eva-90, iALLIEgator, LordKatelyn, angelalexandra, ChuckBlair08lover, Guest 2, Lovelymee for reviewing the previous chapter! I was delighted to read all your lovely comments! I hope you all love this new chapter as wel. It was a first glimps of Chuck and Blair in New York. I hope you all enjoyed the softer side of Chuck and the smut ^^

Until the next Chapter!
XOXO,

D.