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 Nathalie Beddingfield's 'I bruise easily'. This storyline however is completely original and therefore completely mine... Ow yeah! Hahaha. Enjoy!
Chapter 16: Bad Things
Am I out of my head
Am I out of my mind
If you only knew the bad things I like
Don't think that I can explain it
What can I say it's complicated
It's late and I'm still up to my elbows in paperwork. I know i asked him to treat me as an actual assistant, so i could prove my worth to him. I am beauty and brains after all. I was thrilled that he assigned me the opening of his new club. What I underestimated was the amount of work that Matthew hadn't done. He was literally nowhere with his original plan. The idea was nothing more than that, an idea, a bubble. He had literally nothing worked out and the opening was set at the end of the week. Matthew hadn't done anything: no liquor license, no press release, no invitations, no interior designer, no nothing… So it all comes down to me and I have only a couple of days to get all of this done.
"Why do i get the feeling i won't be able to get you home anytime soon…" Chuck muses for his executive chair across the room.
I look up and can't hide my smile. He said 'home' as if i belong there with him. I'm pretty sure I'm overanalyzing this, but i don't care. He referred to him and me in the same sentence as the word home and that's all that matters.
"Why the smile?" He wonders.
"No reason." I say.
He throws a charming smile my way.
"A small break never hurt anyone…" I say as i get up from my chair, walk over to the small bar at the window, grab two glasses and a tumbler of his finest scotch before i walk over to him and plant my myself, legs crossed, atop his desk.
"Can i ask you something?" I wonder while pouring both of us a finger of scotch.
"You can ask me anything…" He smiles with a naughty twinkle in his eyes.
"It's about Victrola…" I jump off his desk and walk over to the corner where he planted my desk. "I have been brainstorming myself, because the interior designer Matthew hired clearly doesn't know the difference between a settee and a love seat." I'm reminiscing through the many papers on my desk when i hear him stand up from his chair: "And the difference is…" He wonders whilst standing at the bar. He holds the tumbler of Scotch up whilst looking at me, silently offering me another glass. I shake my head, declining his offer.
"Both are designed for two." I respond and walk back over to his desk now that i have found the items i was looking for.
"Then what's the difference?" Chuck asks once he's back in his executive chair..
"A settee is a wide chair." I respond while i reclaim my spot atop his desk: "Today's closest version is the loveseat, but historically settees were narrower than loveseats." I ramble on as he leans back in his chair. "They're also much less comfortable since they're designed like a wide dining room chair with arms. She keeps pushing me to choose the settee style for Victrola, but i don't find them comfortable to sit on. Instead I would prefer the Camel Back.
"Ok. Why?" Chuck wonders. I'm surprised that he is actually talking chairs with me at this point. His eyes have disappeared under my skirt once or twice now, but he is keeping it strictly business. For now...
"The camel back sofa's main design feature is a higher back in the center which descends in a continuous line into the arms of the sofa. It's similar to the Settee, but more comfortable. They're also recognized for exposed wood legs as well as frequently exposed wood on top of the back and arm, which would fit perfectly in the vintage theme…"
I show him the various pictures of the different couches. "I like those." He says, pointing at the picture of the camel back. "It's more spacious than the other one. I'd have more room to put you down on it…"
I bite my lip at his comment and my inner goddess slowly awakes from the slumber she has been in over the past hours, conducting business is only sexy with Chuck Bass after all. It only took him about a second and one swift move to get up from his chair.
"Knowing your priorities in life is important. I agree." I smile naughty as i play with the hem of his shirt.
"I'm glad we're on the same page." Chuck smirks as he pushes my legs apart. His finger traces my skin all the way up my inner thigh until he reaches my panties. "Mmmm…" Chuck muses. "Someone is in a certain mood…" He says as he traces his finger along the slightly damp fabric of my panties. I don't know why, but every time he suggest or hints about sex in my presence I'm eager and willing on the spot. I get that desire full feeling in my groin and he is the only one able to satisfy it.
He pulls me closer to him, connecting our groins at the end of his desk. My skirt raises up my thighs as he does. Our eyes meet. He puts his finger on my lips, telling me to be silent. It might be late, but we both know that the office isn't empty yet and there are people on the other side of his office doors that might hear us. My inner goddess stirs awake through the anticipation of what might happen next. I nod, agreeing to his request and receive a devilish grin in return.
"Not a sound, Miss Waldorf…" Chuck muses as he unbuttons my shirt, revealing my very sexy and equally expensive undergarment.
"I wouldn't dare Mr. Bass…" I say, biting my lip as he traces his fingers along my skin.
He kneels before me, kissing my inner thighs, moving closer to my groin with each kiss. I sigh in delight when his lips touch mine though my panties. He traces his tongue along them and I moan in anticipation of what's to come. Chuck stills as a make a sound: "Remember our agreement, Miss Waldorf."
"I will. I'm sorry." I apologize.
"Consider this a warning, gorgeous. Next time you make a sound i'll find something to silence you with…"
I gasp at his blunt suggestion. My inner goddess is doing a little dance at the idea of him gagging me and launches any attempt to persuade me to disobey Chuck's order. I bite my lip once Chuck continues. Oh this feels so heavenly, so good and it get so much harder to keep quiet with every stroke of his tongue. I feel him pull aside my panties and the anticipation is killing me. The need for a release, which only he can grant me with, is overwhelming and he is dragging the moment. The idea of his lips on me could be enough to kick start my orgasm.
I sigh at the touch of his hot warm tongue against my wet skin. I grab his hair in an attempt to hold him in place, but it's clear I'm not in charge. His tongue guides me easily towards my orgasm. I've been successful at keeping silent so far, but as he sense my upcoming orgasm he slides a finger inside me I let a muffled moan escape past my lips: "Ooooh…"
Chuck stills all actions and looks at me.
"Fuck me…" I whisper to him. I feel completely and utterly willing to be taken atop his desk by him. I for one had never had sex atop a desk at work before. The idea that someone might walk in and catch us makes it all the more exciting. I'm pretty sure that it isn't his first time christening this desk. His employees could be used to it by now and could avoid walking in here at all costs.
"Oh the hell with it…" He murmurs before he tears me out of my panties. I squeal in delight and pleasure. Receiving a boyish grin in return. This obviously wasn't part of his initial plan. He fills me up with one swift thrust and I moan quietly into his ear, urging him on. I've wrapped myself tightly around him, digging my nails into his back with every thrust.
"Damm you, Blair Waldorf."
After he uttered those words, it's as if he no longer cares for our surroundings. He no longer cares about the sighs, moans or noises I make, instead every sound made by me seems to encourage him. I on the other hand have become aware of my surroundings and try to keep myself as quiet as possible, whilst Chuck has made it his mission to make me want to scream my head off.
He turns me around, penetrating me from behind now, making me feel every thrust more intense. He holds himself steady with one hand on his desk, his other hand delightfully wrapped around my throat. I close my eyes and moan at the delight feeling it gives me. Everything feels more intense now. I close my eyes and enjoy every sensation running through my body. I purr and moan delighted as Chuck thrust himself deep inside me over and over again.
When I reopen them briefly, I find us being watched by Nate. He's smirking at us, watching our bodies closely, probably imagining himself in Chuck's place. I know Nathaniel hasn't realized he's been made, nor has Chuck any idea we have an intruder and to my own surprise I realize that I find it exciting to be watched whilst in action. I never thought Nathaniel would actually be a useful to us in such a way. It makes me even more enthusiastic for Chuck's edginess. I find it even more arousing when he uses his hands. The man is successfully introducing me in his fucked up sexual world.
I pull chuck closer to me as I hear myself utter: "tighter" to him. I feel my orgasm approaching as I begin to moan louder, chanting his name and saying 'yes' over and over again. Chuck compiles to my wish and tightens his grip on me. He first bites down on my earlobe, only to entice me whilst he purrs into my ear: "we should have a crowd more often…"
I smile at the fact that he knows, normally i would wonder how long he's known the presence of our audience, but I'm too preoccupied… He moved his hand away from his desk and has guided it towards my clit. Moments later i erupt in a blissful orgasm. My inner muscles contract so tight that Chuck follows me suit with his own. He releases my throat to support me as my knees go weak, under his continued ministrations on my clitoris, my inner muscles contract figuresly, milking him dry of his fluids as he pours them all inside me.
Our afterglow is interrupted by Nate's clapping. Ugh! He's so annoying! I decide to ignore him, so i turn around, nuzzling myself in Chuck's arms, Kissing his chest and neck as my hand massages his penis: I'm ready for round 2.
"You're insatiable" Chuck groans lustfully. He captures my lips in a soaring kiss.
"I came over to see if you were in the mood for some entertainment, but i see you're already being entertained." I heard Nate say.
"Then why are you still here?" Chuck wonders.
"That was one hell of a show, my friend." Nathaniel smirks. "I don't mind being the audience for round 2 as well. Or perhaps Unless you like to trade places and watch this beautiful creature unravel for once. She's enticing to watch you know…"
"I know." Chuck smirks before he captures my lips with his: "Very enticing."
"We won't be needing your service, Nathaniel." I interfere. I have no intention of repeating the events in the playroom anytime soon. "Unless you disagree…" I say as I looks at Chuck.
"No, not at all." Chuck muses. The only thing you'll get besides me will be made out of rubber or plastic."
"I'll be at your beck and call at all times." I tease.
"I hate to intrude this banter, but apart for hoping to spend some time with my friend, I actually came with a mission also." Nate smirks, in a really weird way. I get chills by the way he looks at me and I don't trust him one bit, not at all.
"What is it you came for?" I wonder. I seem to believe he got more than he initially came for and yes, that includes the voyeurism.
"Diana wanted me to bring something to your attention. You are halfway through your trial period by now and Diana wanted to know what will happen at the consummation in a week's time."
"Consummation?!" I wonder quietly, looking up at Chuck for more information.
"He hasn't told you yet." Nate smirks.
"I hadn't." Chuck confesses, but before he can add anything Nathaniel starts to explain: "This union between you and Chuck isn't uncommon, it rarely happens, mostly and only with the bachelors in the group, and has occurred a few times in the past. The consummation, is a party, hosted by Diana at the end of a trial arrangement between a John and one of her girls. The John has to decide whether he stays with you, keeping you out of the pool of working girls, or if he gives you back to be shared with the other John's, once he's had his fair share of exclusive time with one girl."
"What does this mean?" I wonder.
Chuck turns me around, making me face him, as he continues to explain: "If I choose to keep you, we would have to consummate our union in front of everyone as a sign to all the other John's that you are mine and mine alone."
"And if you don't?" I wonder.
Chuck sighs: "Then I would have to watch while you get consummated by other men in the group."
I freeze on the spot, literally all my sexual desires I had minutes ago are gone, as if someone took them and put them in the freezer. "What will happen to me?" I wonder very quietly. "Have you made up your mind?"
"I don't know yet." Chuck answers. I look up and our eyes meet, I can see the confusion in them and he probably can see the pain in mine. I realize now, more than ever, that I have been living in a bubble the past week, a wonderful and utterly delighted bubble. One I'd wish could never pop. It was so very sunny and bright in my bubble, but like in the weather, a cloud passes by once in a while and in my case, right now. I knew this day would come, I just didn't expected it to be today.
"I have to get back to work." I excuse myself as I lower my skirt and retie my buttons on my shirt. What I really need is time to process it all, but then again, I don't want to process it all, it makes it all the more real. I need to make up my mind and wonder how long it will take me to get past this, to get past the idea that I'm disposable. I never imagined it to hurt so much.
Don't matter what you say
Don't matter what you do
I only wanna do bad things to you
So good, that you can't explain it
What can I say, it's complicated
Chuck waited for me to finish my work, after he send Nate off, who seems happy for disrupting the trust we had managed to build between us and mad for not getting an answer from Chuck. Once 'home', the word tastes more sour than sweet now, I went to bed and pretended to sleep, until Chuck dozed off into a peaceful slumber.
After an hour of tossing and turning I get myself out of bed and wander around the gigantic penthouse, a glass of scotch in hand. I wrap myself in the shirt he wore today and the smell of him makes my heart flutter in love, I believe I'm in love, in love with the impossible, in love with him, in love with Chuck Bass. I broke the most important rule in the business, never ever fall in love with a John. I'll be ruined, unless he saves me. Will he save me? Will he claim me as his in seven days' time. Will he make love to me in front of some very highly placed men in New York. I hope he will, but I have to brave myself if he doesn't, if he decides to throw me out and let a handful men claim me back as one of Diana's working girls.
"Are you okay?" I hear him wonder from across the room, once I've opened the glassed tumbler that holds his favorite scotch. I've cleaned out the other one and to my own defense it didn't hold much scotch anymore...
"I want to say yes, but I'd be lying." I respond and I wonder if I've been making too much noise, I believe I've lost all sense of good judgment right after my fifth glass.
"You shouldn't drink alone." He says. I take another glass and pour him a finger or two.
"I wasn't alone. Plenty of thoughts to accompany me." I smile at my own silly joke.
"I never meant for you to find out before I had made up my mind." Chuck tries to apologize. "I'm truly sorry." He says as I turn around. I gasp at the fact that he is suddenly sooo close, only inches away from me, wearing nothing more than his pyjama bottom.
"You're drunk." He frowns down at me.
"Don't!" I say directing my finger at him, hearing how my words start to slur as they leave my lips. Oh his lips, look at the beautiful mouth, that full bottom lip. I want to bite it. "You have no right to be mad right now…You can get your turn later, right now I'm being mad at you."
I catch a glimpse of his smile: "Are you now."
"Yes I am."
"You don't look sooo mad to me."
"Well I am… Very… Much…" I try to look angry at him. "It's either that or being sad and I don't do sad."
"Mad it is then..." Chuck smirks.
"Why does everything have to be complex with you?" I wonder, with a sigh.
"I know something that isn't…" Chuck teases.
"You're wrong, you know…" I say as i wander and stumble around the room: "Even sex is complex with you. With your playroom and your rules. Why?"
"You want uncomplicated sex?" Chuck wonders, avoiding the question.
"I wanted sex tonight and then not anymore and now… Yes. I want uncomplicated sex. With you. Is that so hard?"
"What if I can't give you that…" Chuck wonders: "What if complicated is all you'll ever get…"
"Well then in the end I would at least have you then, wouldn't I." I sip my drink: "Now I'll be left with nothing."
"I figured you'd be stronger, Blair Waldorf."
"Don't you Blair Waldorf me! I just need tonight, let me feel sorry for myself tonight." I hiss. "Tomorrow I'll be brand new."
"I don't need you to be brand new." Chuck sighs: "I want you, Blair."
"If you want me, you know you can have me, you do know that right?" I wonder.
"I know I can have you, but I won't be able to keep you. You want the fairytale and that can't happen when you fall in love with a monster."
"Beauty and the beast pulled it off. And that's a fairytale." I slur. "Only a masochist could love such a narcissist. I'm no better than you Chuck, when will you see that?"
In a few quick strides he's near me and his lips entwined with mine. I drop my glass in surprise, crystal chatters around the floor. "You want sugar sweet, I'll give you sugar sweet…" Chuck muses as he sweeps me off my feet. My inner muscles contract at the idea and I can't help but smirk. The man has a way of making my blood boil and make my groin explode at the same time. Chuck places me gently atop a sheepskin near the fireplace. He reclaims my lips in a deep passionate kiss, our tongues waltzing around our mouths, grinding his groin against my own. My body craves his touch and so do I.
"Take me now…" I beg him.
"You'll have me, in due time" He says: "I'm giving you what you want, what you ask of me."
I did tell him to give me uncomplicated sex, no rules, no playroom, just him and me. He is making an effort and all I can be is impatient, but the anticipation is killing me. I need to make up my mind. He slowly unbuttons the silk shirt I'm wearing. He kisses every inch of skin revealed, until he can peel the clothing off of me. The wool tickles my bare skin, moving my attention momentarily away from him, but not for long. Chuck reclaims my attention as he places his mouth on my breast, tickling my nipple with his tongue. I moan in delight at the sensation of his tongue against my skin. He trails from my one breast to the other and then so very slowly down by body. The anticipation of some sort of relief is killing me. He places his tip at my entrances, pushing just that in, his tip, teasing and taunting me beyond my own imagination. He captures my lips with his before he slowly pushes every inch of him, inside of me. Neither breaks the kiss. I wrap myself as closely around him as I possibly can and Chuck does the same in response. The rhythm of his thrusts is slow but steady, yet gentle and caring. He doesn't change it until I come moaning beneath him. I claw my nails into his back as my orgasm rushes through my body, like an avalanche it spreads through me, making my skin tingle with excitement. His actions only have lightened the fire inside me even more.
"I want to straddle you …" I muse as I trail kisses along the skin of his neck. I grab his penis in my hand, stroking him, keeping his erection alive. Chuck sighs at my touch. It' s my turn now…
I climb atop him, still holding on to his penis, I guide him closer. I hold him at the base, controlling all movement as I slowly bring him inside of me for one stroke at a time. Chuck groans with desire, his eyes wild with hunger, his breathing ragged. I clearly pulled the right card on him, by letting him experience what it's like to be tormented. He clearly not used to it and wants to be in control, set the pace, as he tries to overrule me with a pace of his own. In response I push his pelvis down. I can see the confusion in his eyes and then the anticipation as my hand trails over his upper body, as it is making its way up his chest, until it reaches his throat and I wrap my hand around it. I'm copying his touch on me in his office, but under completely different circumstances.
He gasps in surprise, his eyes wide and the look in them burns my skin, so intense, so heated, so full of want and need. I sigh in delight as I lower myself onto his long shaft, from top to base over and over again. Earning a grateful moan or delicious sigh from Chuck's lips as I do so. He rest his hand on my hips, but doesn't interfere with my control on him. I stay in control until he unravels underneath my touch and his approaching orgasm takes over. For the first time he has completely given up control and is following my lead blindly.
I decide to bind my last strength and give him my all, ignoring the painful burn in my thigh muscles, as I do so. His grip on me tightens as his release closes in. I support myself and moments later I hear him roar my name as his release takes over and he utters those 3 words and 8 letters to me in a sigh…
The way we love, is so unique
And when we touch, I'm shivering
And no one has to get it
Just you and me
Cause we're just living
Between the sheets
AN: Yay to another update. It's been long, I know… Life got in the way I guess, however I have every intention of finishing this story, so please stick with me and be patient. I will get there in the end : )
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