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 Ariana Grande's 'Dangerous Woman'. This storyline however is completely original and therefore completely mine... Ow yeah! Hahaha. Enjoy!
Chapter 15: Dangerous Woman
Don't need permission, made my decision, to test my limits
Cause it's my business, God as my witness
Start what I finished, don't need no hold up
Taking control of this kind of moment
I'm locked and loaded, completely focused, my mind is open
Things changed after our night in the playroom and the scene that followed in the bathroom. Chuck took me up against the wall that moment. Putting all his anger, his rage out of his system with every thrust. I noticed the change in his actions, in him, in that moment. He went from angry and rough to gentle and sweet. His way of giving this new thing between us some peace of mind. I could feel it in every touch, every kiss he planted onto my body. Even after he carried me from the bathroom to the bedroom, the atmosphere stayed the same. This time it wasn't about lust, it was all about desire. His desire for me. Every single moan or sigh I uttered was rewarded with a kiss or a touch. It made me wonder how he does it, being both men.
The next morning I wake up when Chuck enters the bedroom holding a cup of coffee. Perhaps his way of making up for the bruises he left on my back last night
"You best get dressed before you step out there." He greets me as he hands me the cup. I take a sip and put it down on the nightstand before I get my naked self out of bed.
"Why?" I wonder as I put a robe on.
"I have construction men demolishing your room." I stop midway of tying my lace robe around my body. My heart stops and I hold my breath. Have I really pushed his buttons too far this time? Is he kicking me out?
"Bags are packed and ready to go if you are."
He wasn't kidding. He does fuck the women in that room only once. I never should have listened to Lily. She set me up. She didn't do this because she liked me. She did it, because she wanted me out, out of his life. He told me he didn't know what to do with me now, the only logical path is to throw me out and deliver me back to Diana.
I almost accepted my faith when, suddenly a little light bulb when on inside my mind. "You can't kick me out Chuck. We are still in the trial period of this arrangement and Diana clearly stated that: There's a mandatory trial period of 14 days. After that period we both make up your minds when ether or not we wish to continue the arrangement. Either party can end the contract then, but not before the trail period has expired."
"Who said anything about kicking you out?"
"You are demolishing my room and my bags are packed and ready to go if I am?" I react angry. "I'm not stupid, Chuck. I can connect the dots."
"Stop it Blair." Chuck hisses.
"Why? It's not making any difference now." I snarl.
"You make me want to punish you." He bites.
"Are you going to hit me, Chuck? Are you that kind of guy?"
"Not in the way gorgeous." His answer catches me off guard and so does he. With a few fast strides he's next to me. His hand tightly wrapped around my wrist. His lips against my ear: "I only punish you when you are being disobedient or a pain in the ass. I have to control every fiber of my being not to place you over my knee right now and give you the punishment you deserve." The low timbre in his voice, creates a shiver that runs down my body as he speaks.
"I hate it, when you do that…" I murmur.
"Do what?" He wonders. I can feel his mouth move into a satisfied smirk against my cheek before he kisses the side of my neck.
My eyes roll back into my head in arousal while he works my sweet spot. My minds shuts down and I lose myself to him completely. I make a mental note that I have to find a way to defend myself against that power he has over me. 'Do you really want that?' my inner goddess wonders. He likes control and the fact that he is so controlling turns me on, in some weird way, I still have yet to understand.
"Listen to me very carefully, Blair." Chuck pulls me out of my strain of thoughts.
"uhu." I hum with my eyes closed.
"I'm not kicking you out. If anything, I'm putting you on a tighter leash. You brought that on yourself with the stunt you pulled yesterday. Now, put some clothes on. I have a meeting in Mid Town and you are coming with me."
"And what about my punishment?" I tease.
"Knowing that it's tormenting you is enough satisfaction, for now…" He smirks. "The car leaves in 15 minutes. Make sure you are in it Blair, or you won't be able to sit at the meeting."
I gasp at his blunt suggestion. I wonder why we need a travel bag when we are only going down to Mid Town, but at this point I reconsider asking the question. I have put him on edge enough in the past 24 hours. I'll have to control myself so I don't push him any further and keep him from really snapping.
Nothing to prove and I'm bulletproof
Know what I'm doing, the way we're moving
Like introducing us to a new thing
I wanna savor, save it for later
The taste of the flavor, 'cause I'm a taker
'Cause I'm a giver, it's only nature, I live for danger.
Arthur stops the car in central Mid Town, on the corner of 100 Park Avenue and 40th to be specific. I look outside and discover we are parked in front of The Bass building. For the first time I'm about to enter the headquarters of Bass Industries. When we get out and approach both the doorman and the security guy greet us: "Good morning Mr. Bass. Miss."
I send a kind smile their way as I return a 'good morning'. Chuck simply nods.
The Bass building is a high tech building. We make our way over to the business lounge, situated on the 16th floor, it affords dazzling views of the Chrysler Building, New York's third highest skyscraper. The 36-story Bass Building is built in an L-shape with the main block on prestigious Park Avenue. As well as 75 offices, there is an opulent reception. It is brilliantly located, only steps away from the city's world-famous Broadway theatres, Times Square, Rockefeller Center and the world-renowned shopping districts of Fifth Avenue and Madison Avenue.
Chuck never mentioned 'the office' before. We run into Lily only moments after we've stepped out of the elevator. Not a coincidence I think and probably also the reason why I haven't been here before. "Charles?"
Chuck smiles before he turn around. "Hello Lily."
"And Blair..." Her smile radiates to another level when she discovers my presence.
"Hello Lily." I greet her, while she walks over.
She leans in to kiss Chuck first. "If I find our who ratted me out, I'll fire them..." He says with a smile.
"Don't you dare!" Lily says, giving him a stern look, before she leans in to kiss me hello as well.
"I'm so pleased to see you again Blair."
"I'm sure you are..." Chuck smirks. Would he know his stepmother had a hand in the stunt I pulled? I wonder if he does and what the consequences would be if he found out.
"What are you doing here?"
"Business." Chuck answers before I can get a word in. I get the feeling that he doesn't wish to inform Lily yet. "We have to go. Our meeting is about to start." With those words and his hand on my back, Chuck escorts me away from Lily and towards the business lounge.
"Bye Lily. It was nice seeing you again..." I shout back at her.
"Bye Blair. See you soon..."
Chuck stops before we enter the room: "Ready?"
I shrug and nod, not sure why he just asked that. The realization of that fact makes me wonder why he just asked that... When we enter the room, a few men in suits are awaiting our arrival.
"Gentlemen." Chuck greets them.
"Morning, Mr. Bass." The men greet him.
"Gentlemen, allow me to introduce Miss. Waldorf. She is here to assist me. Blair allow me to introduce Mr. Matthew Brown; the project manager on this particular item. Mr. Andrew Barnes; financial director for Bass Industries and Mr. Robert Pritchett; my legal advisor."
Chuck pulls the chair in between Mr. Pritchett and Mr. Barnes back, offering me the seat. Both men look strange at him as he allows me to take the seat at the head of the table. "Now show me what you got..."
I look up shocked, not really understanding what just happened.
"Mr. Bass? Aren't you going to take a seat as well?" Matthew wonders.
"No." He responds. I look up and find him smirking down at me. "You need to sell the idea to Ms. Waldorf, I'll be over there enjoying a fine scotch while all of you do the work. I'll listen, but don't make me interfere..."
"Alright then..." Mr. Brown says. "I hope you're up to speed on this topic Ms. Waldorf."
"Don't worry. I am." I smile.
"Alright then," Matthew smiles: "let's get this show on the road. Project 'Victrola', any suggestions Ms. Waldorf?"
"Yes, a few actually." I smile. "Is the name of the project also the name of the establishment?"
"We haven't decided on that yet." Matthew informs me.
"Mr. Pritchett, may I call you Robert?"
"Sure." The man shrugs.
"Why don't you find out if that domain is still available online. The establishment will need a website and an account on all available social media accounts."
"I'll put someone on it right now." The man smiles, clearly enjoying my direct approach.
"Once we know that, you can make sure that the domain name is purchased?" I wonder, as I look at Matthew. The man nods while the adds that to his to do list.
"I think the project needs a more feminine touch. To me it's just another strip club for men, while I believe that it should have more of a burlesque feel to it. There is nothing more fascinating than the mind and I believe that you should trigger the imagination much more. Making it an establishment that's arousing for both genders. A married couple should be able to come and enjoy a drink at Victrola. Make it more sensual instead of sexual."
"What happens and Victrola, stays at Victrola..." Chuck interferes.
The men hold their breaths, while I muse: "Perfect..."
"I'm not sure..." Matthew counters...
"About what?" I wonder.
"The new concept."
"It's about triggering the mind. It's about seduction, imagination, desire..." I say while I walk over to Chuck. I bring my lips close to his, without actually touching them. I move my mouth closer to his ear, before I whisper: "I'm not wearing any underwear..."
Chuck smirks at the revelation of my little secret. "The woman has a point." He agrees while he checks out my ass, clearly in an attempt to find out when ether or not I'm telling the truth.
I notice the shocked expression on Matthew's face.
"The man should take his wife home and fuck her instead of the girls on our stage. I don't want that happening! Let him imagine it's one of them and give his wife the best fuck she has had in years..." Chuck informs the men.
"I would use that catchy phrase of yours as propaganda. It gives a mysterious feel to it and I'm positive that people will be intrigued." I continue: "It's all about teasing the mind. I will let you in on a little secrect, gentlemen. I recently informed Mr. Bass that I am not wearing any undergarments and he hasn't been able to keep his eyes of my ass since. His behavior is a clear example of the statement I would like to make.
"Now all eyes are on you Miss. Waldorf." Robert adds to the conversation.
"I know." I smirk, enjoying the attention.
"Don't worry gentlemen," Chuck comments: "I have every intention to find out the truth."
"Without a doubt." Matthew answers slightly annoyed. Either with Chuck's behavior: the fact that he thinks Chuck is following his dick instead of his mind. Or with the fact that I took over the meeting and the project.
"Gentlemen, I suggest that you put Miss. Waldorfs idea's to work and rapport back to us." Everybody looks at him after the word 'us' leave his lips. I could kiss him right now in excitement. No-one speaks, we all just listen and let Chuck continue: "I expect a report in 24 hours. Victrola needs to be up and running by the end of the week. Make it work."
He places his hand on my back and leads me out of the room, off to another meeting. He calls upon the elevator and we wait. The first one is filled with people. Chuck doesn't move, so neither do I, instead we wait for the next one. In between there's a secretary also waiting upon the elevator. When it announces it's arrival, Chuck speaks: "I suggest you take the stairs, Kylie."
The girl nods and runs off as Chuck and I enter the elevator. He pushes one of the buttons and we are going up to a higher floor. He pulls a switch and the elevator comes to a stop in between two floors. When Chuck turns towards me I can't help but smirk at him.
"Am I in trouble?" I wonder and I can't keep the naughty undertone out of my voice.
"No." He smirks, putting his knee in between my legs, moving my legs apart. "I figured you deserved a little reward after the way you handled the meeting in there. You were in control and I liked it." His hand slides up my inner thigh. I hiss at the contact of his cold fingers against my thigh. He smirks when he finds out I told him the truth: I'm not wearing any underwear. He kisses me as he teases me. I moan in excitement and deepen the kiss. In return he moves his finger inside of me and I feel like I'm going to explode. I want him, all of him inside me. I'm not planning on settling for less.
"Take me…" I whisper in a sigh against his lips.
"You do deserve a reward, but right here, right now you will have to settle for this." He trusts his finger inside of me, gently teasing my g-spot. So much that he has me all hot and bothered, but not enough to make me climax.
Unwilling to settle for just that, I attempt to pull open his belt and pants. Chuck attempts diverts my attention of that topic with kisses on my neck and the addition of another finger inside me. "Oh yes." I muse: "Another…"
He smirks before kissing me on the lips again: "You're being naughty, Blair."
"I know." I bite my lip in response, making him hiss at the sight.
"Don't do that." He growls. The low timbre makes him all the more attractive. I lean in to kiss him, but instead I bite down on his lip, rather hard. He pulls his fingers out from under my skirt and places them on my lip. I lick his fingers, getting a taste of the both of us and it's delicious.
I pull the switch and it startles him. "Don't we have another meeting to attend?" I wonder. The doors open and there is no way back. Especially now that Lily is standing on the other side of the elevator doors, tapping her foot. We both end up, hot and bothered walking into what would clearly be a boring business meeting. One top sales man after another comes in and tries to sell their so called amazing products to Bass Industries. I tried to make the best out of the meeting and left no opportunity unattended to show of my business skills and accomplished to impress not only Chuck but Lily as well today. I'm proud myself! Yay…
My presence wasn't to the delight of everyone, especially the consultants, as I kept uttering my thoughts, doubts and idea's, much to Chuck's delight. They probably wondered why I was even in this meeting.
Around three quarters of the meeting Chuck kept checking his phone.
I grab mine on a hunch and text him: Bored?
C: Shouldn't you pay attention?
B: I am. To you.
He looks up from his phone and I receive a smirk.
C: My fingers are twitching.
B: Good. I'm always happy when I my plan works out just the way I want it.
C: So this is a scheme?!
B: More of a set up. I intend on getting myself a mind-blowing fuck today. I've been imagining us on top of that table for a full five minutes now. You pounding yourself into me. Your hand covering my mouth, making me unable to make a single sound.
Chuck looks up at me. I can see the fire in his eyes. Do you like it when I dominate you? He wonders.
I'm caught in his gaze and unable to hide the cherry red blush on my cheeks. I bite my lips in response. I see the look in his eyes change and realize I probably shouldn't have done that.
All that you got
skin to skin
oh my God
Don't ya stop!
Somethin' 'bout you
makes me feel like a dangerous woman
Somethin' 'bout you
makes me wanna do things that I shouldn't
All girls wanna be like that
Bad girls underneath, like that
You know how I'm feeling inside
I sit on my knees in my old room, with my hands behind my back, just like he requested. The low timbre of his voice warned me not to question his demands. So I didn't. When I entered the room I found it stripped. The walls bare and the only thing remaining is the fireplace. The window is gone, the room is dark, the only element that gives some sort of light is the fireplace. The room is just hot enough so it gives a comfortable feel to it. The sheepskin underneath me enables me to sit down comfortable.
"I wanted to wait to show it to you until it was finished, but you left me no choice." Chuck starts when he walks in. The dimmed light makes him look all the more attractive. He's
"What is this room?" I dare to ask.
"This will become our new playroom." The way he accents the word our gives me butterflies and goose bumps at the same time. He circles around me like I'm his prey. The room feels hot all of a sudden. I don't want it contaminated by anyone else. He pulls my head back, so I'm looking straight up at him. His cock only inches away from my mouth. I feel the urge to grab it and start sucking it, but I know I'll get punished if I do that. I need to obey. Chuck leans down and kisses me passionately on the mouth. I return his kiss, but don't initiate when he stops. He is clearly testing when ether or not I know the boundaries. He is holding a long white satin cloth that has the shape of a very long scarf. He wraps it around my throat and I watch him place the fabric over a little golden hook above the fireplace before he comes over to me and sits down on the sheepskin with me. . "You asked me to enlighten you," Chuck muses as he pulls me onto his lap with one arm, holding the ends of the fabric in his other hand: "That's exactly what I'm going to do, gorgeous."
"You put my patience to the test today, Blair." As he speaks he pulls at the ends of the fabric and I can feel it tighten around my neck. I gasp in response. "I liked it." He continues.
"Somehow you always know how to push my buttons, Blair." I can see a fire burning in his eyes. He keeps his gaze locked on me as he pushes himself inside of me.
I moan in relief. I finally get what I have been craving for all day: him. Add the fact that when he thrusts himself inside of me the fabric tightens around my neck and I'm ready to come right here on the spot. The feeling of being dominated like this, is arousing me in a way I could have never imagined that it would. The fact that he has complete power over me and that I like it, shocks me.
"Oh Chuck…" I moan… The danger of it all arouses me and he knows it. He smirks before kissing me on the lips. It's not only a matter of dominance and submission, but also a matter of trust. I know he could choke me with this thing, if he wanted to. I have to trust that he doesn't. The fact that when ether or not I'm able to breath, is in his hands turns me on in a way I would have never imagined.
My breathing speeds up as my orgasm approaches. I get a bit lightheaded and claw at the fabric. The fact that I don't have a full breathing ability and slightly less oxygen then I would normally get, gives this approaching orgasm a more intense approach and I wonder what the actual thing will feel like.
"You like it?" I hear him wonder. I nod and before I even realize it; I tell him to give me more.
He groans delighted and speeds up the pace of his trusts and keeps pulling on the fabric with each thrust.
"Oh god! Ooooh!" I dig my nails into his back, my mouth against the skin of his neck and shoulder, muffles the sound of my approaching orgasm. This is too good to be true. When it actually hits me, I feel as if I'm ready to explode. In response I bite down into his neck, making him roar in response. Instead of throwing me off of him, he picks up the pace another notch, halfway through my orgasm, pushing me onto an even higher cloud and giving me an even more intense orgasm. I lean into him, wanting to give myself a moment to gather myself. The lack of oxygen has made me dizzy, but my orgasm was intense, wonderful and simply delicious.
He lets go of the fabric and lies me down on the sheepskin in front of him. He leans on his arms, hanging above me. "That was for pushing my buttons all day…" He muses in between kisses.
"This was punishment?" I wonder. "I think I'm going to be naughty for the rest of my life then…"
He just smirks, not saying anything as he starts to leave a trail of kisses all the way down and I jump when he kisses me down there. Everything is still so sensitive and recovering from my first orgasm that even the softest touch makes me jump.
"Don't" Chuck commands as I move again. His voice low and stern. "I will tie you up if I have to…"
I wonder how, but restrain myself from asking, not trying to provoke him. I try to lie as still as I possibly can but when the tip of his tongue teases my bundle of nerves, I move again.
"That's it." He says. The odd thing is, he doesn't seem upset about my disobedience. I figured he would have been angry at me, but instead he just starts tying the ends of the scarf around my wrists. If I move then I tighten the fabric around my neck.
"Oh Chuck." I muse in arousal. The idea of being tight up, makes me soaking wet and my reaction lights up the fire in Chuck's eyes.
"Are you going to lie still or do I need to restrain your legs also?" He wonders with a devilish look in his eyes.
I bite my lip in response. Chuck rubs his finger furiously against my clit. I'm set up, doomed to fail his quest. He and I both know it. I try to hold still as long as possible, but move never the less. Chuck jumps up, like he has been waiting for this moment and runs off, only to return with a broomstick and two of his ties. He places my ankles at the end of the broomstick and ties them to it using his ties. I'm unable to close my legs now and I can see the desire burn in his eyes now that he has undeniable access to me.
He places himself underneath the broomstick, making it rest on his back, but also granting himself perfect access to me. "Mmm… Blair…" He muses, before he starts licking my clit and trusts his tongue inside of me. It's nothing he hasn't done before, but the fact that I'm immobilized drives me insane, in a good way. I like how he finds the perfect balance between what he wants to do to me and keeping it within my comfort zone. He focusses on my clit, with the tip of his tongue, making sure I have a more clitoral based orgasm, instead of the vaginal one I had earlier.
The fact that I'm unable to touch him, disturbs me. I want to claw my nails into his back as my orgasm approaches. He switches from licking to rubbing and uses extra fingers to stimulate my g-spot. My entire body tightens and I feel my orgasm rushing through my body. Chuck keeps rubbing my clit and my spot, it enduing the next one right away, giving me multiple orgasms in a row that feel as one bigger orgasm every time. The fact that I come squirting all over his hand, stimulates him to continue until there is nothing left inside me to squirt over him. My eyes roll in the back of my head and I feel the scarf tighten around my throat with every uncontrolled move I make.
I make the mental note that his is the most delicious punishment ever! I'm completely soaked when he penetrates me and the feeling is delicious. I'm super tight right now and him pushing his large penis inside of me, makes me feel as if I won't be able to stretch enough, but I know I will.
"Thank you." Chuck muses while he gently penetrates me. I smile relieved and am moved by this.
"You are crazy, but delicious." I muses back and earn a smile. He continues until he comes, poring all his fluids inside of me. I moan delightful at the feeling of his warm fluids running inside of me.
"If I told you I wanted more, you'd think I'd be crazy right…"
"I'm happy to go again…" He muses as he kisses me. "But you need to rest. I think you will be soar tomorrow, but remember that you wanted more right now… Don't forget that when you blame me tomorrow."
"I won't…" I utter before I doze off into a sweet slumber, his body and the heat of the fireplace keeping me warm.
AN: I'm sorry it took me so long! I hope you all enjoyed it and take the time to leave a review! I always appreciate if you do. I also hope that his chapter wasn't too heavy for anyone. Blair obviously explored a new side of herself in this chapter, under the guidance of Chuck. Whom else right?! And it seems like Chuck is enjoying it. Blair getting the chance to prove her worth in a business meeting was long overdue. I always loved Blair as the strong business woman we know she can be. Chuck needed to see that as well.