Bought And Paid For

TITLE: Bought And Paid For

AUTHOR: Midknight

CHAPTER: 13 of ?

FANDOM: Gossip Girl

SHIP: Chuck / Jenny / OC

RATING: NC-17

CATEGORY: Erotica

SPOILERS: Season 1 - A couple.

SYNOPSIS: WARNING: HERE BE SPOILERS – SEASON 1. Chuck overhears Jenny’s request to Nate for the loan of two thousand dollars and makes her a proposition to give her what she needs when Nate is unable to.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Gossip Girl. None of these characters belong to me. They belong to whoever created them and whoever else does. I pay homage to them and I make no profit from this story in any fashion, way or means.

AUTHORS NOTE: I apologize before hand and hope you will forgive any errors or blatant discrepancies. This one's a little darker than my usual fare, so bare with me.

FEEDBACK: Yes Please. It helps. It really, really helps. Motivation and the like, you know, so let me know what you think. – midknight_tales@yahoo.com

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Chuck blinked himself awake and started to stretch, but froze as Jenny stirred with a soft moan, her small hand clutching at the curve of his shoulder. Her hair tickled his skin as did her hot breath on the side of his neck as she snuggled against him. His hand moved without conscious thought to caress the silk of her back and she let out a contented sigh. He turned his head and frowned at the time on the clock at his bedside. They’d slept most of the day away and he couldn’t remember which one of them had pulled the covers over them. He hadn’t slept like that in ages. He couldn’t remember his dreams, but somehow he knew they had been good ones. He felt refreshed, but at the same time felt absolutely no inclination to get up as he let his fingers idly trace random patterns across her back.

He felt her breathing change and then she slowly lifted her head. She had a lazy smile on her lips and looked adorably sleep-tussled as she struggled to open her eyes. No one had ever looked at him the way she did in that moment with simple, blissfully innocent adoration and contentment. He felt a twinge of pain when that look faded as she realized where she was and who she was with and lowered her eyes away from his. She must have seen the clock at the side of his bed and groaned. “I’m in so much trouble.” She muttered and dropped her head back onto his chest.

“The missing school thing?” he enquired and her smooth warm cheek brushed across his skin as she nodded and he could have sworn he heard her whisper: “Amongst other things.” He reached over and picked up the phone, took a moment to remember the number he wanted and dialed. “Hello Headmistress.” He greeted the woman who answered and Jenny shot bolt upright. He gestured for her to be quiet as she looked at him with panicked eyes.

“It’s Chuck Bass… Yes, my father is well. I just wanted to let you know that Jenny Humphreys wasn’t in school today because she was with me.” He explained and had to choke back his laughter as Jenny appeared to be having an apoplectic fit. He held up his free hand to stop her reaching for the phone. “My father had a last minute opening for one of his internship tours at one of his subsidiaries, a fashion house, and I immediately thought of Jenny. She is so mature and focused on her future and it was so up her alley. I could really see her in that kind of position.” He continued and watched Jenny’s jaw drop with further amusement. “It was so last minute and unexpected, I forgot to inform the office and I am so sorry… Thank you… Okay Yes, Yes it good to see someone so young taking an interest in their career… She is quite the amazing young lady… And she gives the best head ever and takes it up the ass too.” He stated and Jenny lunged for the phone with a wail.

He laughed as he let her snatch the phone from him. “Oh relax, she hung up already. You’re all good.” He pacified her and her eyes flicked from his face and the receiver before she put it to her ear to check. He laughed again at her mistrust. She handed the phone back to him and he hung it up. “Chuck you are a crazy asshole.” She told him and her tone was somewhere between an admonishment and a compliment. “I need to call my dad.” She informed him and slid off the bed. He followed the sway of her ass as she walked over to retrieve her mobile from her purse, stretching as she did so with shafts of the late afternoon sun that came in through a gap in the curtains played across her lithe form. She paced back and forth as she talked to her father, apparently completely comfortable and unselfconscious about her nudity. He couldn’t complain as he enjoyed the scenery.

“Okay, I won’t be too late. Bye.” She ended the call and tossed her mobile back into her purse. “What now?” she wondered, turning to face him and coming closer to the bed on which he still reclined, a playful smile twitching her lips. “What did you have in mind? You seemed to have made arrangements although I don’t remember asking you to stay.” He countered, making his voice cold and hard. Her step faltered. “I’m… I’m sorry, I… I just thought. I’m sorry. I’ll… I’ll go.” She hesitantly apologized with confusion and hurt written clearly across her face.

“Damn it.” He muttered under his breath, toying with her was supposed to be fun and it suddenly wasn’t, as he felt a stab of shame at the distress his simple jest had caused. “Jesus, Jenny… You really do need to lighten up. Come back to bed.” He informed her and patted the bed next to him. “No, I think I should go.” She insisted and he raised an eyebrow. “Jenny, get that sweet ass of yours over here, now.” He commanded, letting his tone imply the unspoken threat that had become a staple of their relationship. He could see rebellion in her eyes and read it in her body language and just for a moment he was almost sure she was going to disobey him and actually leave. He was strangely more proud than annoyed of her for that. He decided to play just a little dirty and pander to the weakness or strength depending on how you looked at it, and flung aside the sheet that covered him to show her his erection and the arousal she roused in him. His dick twitched in his hand as he slowly stroked himself and he saw her eyes follow the movement.

“Don’t… Make… Me… Ask… Again.” He warned her, but turned his voice into a seductive purr and watched at it sent a little shiver through her. “Why do you have to be this way?” she asked plaintively even as she closed the distance to the bed. He shrugged and again patted the bed next to him. She crawled up onto the bed and instead of moving to the indicated spot, she crawled on top of him and without another word or hesitation, lifted herself up grasped the base of his cock and then sunk down onto it. His dick throbbed against her grip and they both groaned as her hot, tight sex surrounded him and he stretched and filled her. His clutched two fistfuls of bedclothes and twisted, his hips undulating slowly as her sex clutched at and flexed around his erection. She let go and let gravity slowly drew her down until she settled onto his lap, her lower lip tucked behind her teeth, her eyes closed to slits.

She rocked her hips slightly back and forth to settle him completely inside her. Chuck hissed as she dug her nails into his chest and tightened herself around him with a quick pulse of added pressure before she let her fingers splay to test the hard, smooth muscles. He started to buck his hips, but she bore down on him and rested all he weight on his lap, immobilizing him. “I want an answer.” She stated with determination. Her aggression and decisiveness was cute and a part of him credited her for it, but her timing couldn’t have been worse. She had been stirring things in him that he found intriguing, but at the same time scary and Chuck Bass was afraid of nothing. He prided himself for that. All these factors and then the sudden role reversal was a step too far and he felt his baser instincts kick in.

“You want? You want! You… Silly… Fucking… Girl!” He growled before grabbing her waist while twisting and bucking his hips to throw her off and spin her to rapidly reverse their positions. She struggled against him, her small fists battering against his chest and her knees slamming into his thighs before she switched tactics and tried to scratch his face. Her wriggling and struggling rubbed her deliciously against him and created blossoms of delightful friction as she shifted around him, but her nails actually posed a threat and he had to concentrate on capturing her wrist before she could do any damage.

Jenny was hurling obscenities at him, some of which he was sure she didn’t even know the true meaning of as he secured her hands above her head, pressing them hard into the pillow as he drew his hips back, blindly found her entrance and then slammed into her, hard. She cried out and strained against his grip and weight as he ground into her. His dick tingled from stem to stern and pulsed against the snug sheath of her sex, his nuts tight with the simple desire to pound into her until he could empty their contents into her intimate depths.

She continued to struggle as best she could, undulating and straining against him and as good as it felt, it also taxed the control he was not prepared to relinquish quite yet. They hadn’t been rough and tumble in a while and he was surprised how much he missed it and how invigorating it was. He squeezed her wrists, feeling the bones shift and rub together making her grimace in pain and then shook her violently to get his point across. “Enough!” he growled, breathing hard, his jaw twitching as he clenched it. “Gods, she looks and feels so fucking good.” He thought as her chest heaved against his and after a final surge of unsuccessful effort she complied and went still.

Her hard nipples pressed into his chest as she breathed and he used all his weight to pin her down. His lips hovered over hers. “I’m this way because I want to be this way, I enjoy being this way. And, with me, this… This is not about what you want.” Do you understand?” he spat his answer at her in a menacing growl and shook her again for emphasis. He saw fear in her wide eyes and he was not at all surprised that it was as pleasurable to him as her adoration had been when she had earlier awakened. Her struggles and fear, his dominance and even holding back were all powerful aphrodisiacs. He slowly circled his hips, grinding against her clit making her press her head back into the pillow and her eyelids flutter, mixing pleasure with her fear.

“Why can’t it be?” she asked in a small voice that froze him and made him blink. “Because, Jenny, like I’ve told you again and again, you are mine and not the other way around.” He whispered down at her willing the words to be true even as a small, traitorous voice in the back of his mind reminded him that since that fateful afternoon when he had taken her virginity and made her his, he had not been with any other women and that he hadn’t even wanted to. He felt anger well up inside him as another mocking voice that sounded a lot like his father’s informed him that he was weak and foolish. His anger wasn’t at her, but she was going to pay for it.

He pulled out of her. “Get up on your knees.” He instructed, grabbing and turning her roughly onto her belly before she could even comply. He wrapped her blonde hair around his fist until his knuckled were pressed against her scalp and yanked her up into the position he wanted her in, making her yelp in pain. She barely managed to grip the top of the headboard and brace herself before he slammed into her, driving himself into her core with an animalistic grunt from him and a pained one from her. He reached around to grab and maul her breast, to pinch and twist her nipple while using the convenient handhold of her hair as reins as he started to ride her.

He slammed into her again and again and again with wild, powerful and violent abandon. Her ass shook and shockwaves transferred into her as his pelvis collided with it and drew pained cries from her. He could see her knuckles go white as she gripped the headboard and tried to absorb his brutal onslaught and he pulled at her hair to stop her from dropping her head. Her channel flooded in self-defense more than pleasure or arousal and he used the lubrication to pound her harder and faster. He breathed hard through his nose, his teeth clenched and bared as he used her. He found he didn’t really like hurting her, but at the same time it excited him. That, dichotomy only increased his inner turmoil and fuel his anger. The power, the total control of it was also seductively intoxicating and making him feel like his old self. He could lose his doubts, suppress the strange feeling she had started to evoke in him in this simple animal act of fucking her. He mistimed and slipped out of her and his anger flared again.

He released her breast and grasped himself to aim higher. She turned her head against his grip as he positioned himself at the puckered starfish of her asshole. “No, Chuck, Please?” she begged, but he just snarled and thrust forward. She screamed in agony and tried to unsuccessfully twist and pull away as he mercilessly breached the tight ring of muscle and tore into her back channel. Her ass clenched in rebellion and resistance in an unconscious and futile attempt to stall his invasion while her cry petered out to a rough whimper. He grabbed her shoulder and along with his grip on her hair pulled her back onto him and she cried out again.

Chuck jackhammered into her, thrusting hard and fast, bucking and grinding and humping with his muscles flexing as he threw his whole body into the assault. Each breath she exhaled carried a sound of pain and discomfort with it as he used her with forceful domination. He blinked sweat out of his eyes, his skin hot against hers. His heart pounded and his lungs were on fire with the exertion as tension in his loins and the need for release ratcheted up to the point of no return. He slammed into her one last time, the tight, resistant sheath of her pulsing ass drawing a fiery, trail along his length that ignited the powder keg of his nuts and causing him to explode and erupt in the delicious furnace of her bowels. He threw his head back with a guttural cry of release, his back arching.

He pulled her back and up against his heaving chest and wrapped an arm around her under her breasts, feeling their lower curve rest on top of his forearm as he humped against her buttocks as his dick swelled against the tight, trembling grip of her ass before expelling a fresh spurt of his seed into her. He grunted as she whined and whimpered while his cock dry heaved, finally having emptied itself. He pumped his hips a few more times for good measure and then released her, letting himself fall back onto the bed and withdrawing from her as roughly as he’d entered her.

Jenny collapsed onto her elbows for a moment, her abused ass on display to him until she rolled onto her side and pulled up her knees to curl into a tight, softly sobbing fetal ball. He didn’t know when she’d started crying and his hand lifted to touch her, to comfort her, but he let it drop instead. Chuck closed his eyes for a moment and then got up off the bed. He slipped into his robe. “Grab a shower, pull yourself together and get out.” He instructed with cool distain as she stretched out with a whimper. She looked at him and he expected to see anger and hatred in her eyes, but instead he only found dejection and betrayal. He turned his back on her and left the bedroom.

Chuck sloshed some scotch into a tumbler and threw it back neat, the amber liquid burning his throat. He looked at his bedroom doorway and the flicker of movement that was Jenny making her way to the bathroom. He tossed some ice into the tumbler and filled it again before throwing himself in his recliner. “What the fuck am I doing?” he asked himself after swirling the ice and scotch and taking a sip of the smoother, diluted drink. His finger tapped the side of the crystal tumbler as he contemplated his question. “What I did was what she was there for, wasn’t it? I’d trapped and blackmailed her for the simple purpose of having Jenny whenever and however I wanted, so why do you feel so shit about it? She means nothing to me, just a piece of ass.” He wondered his eyes flicking once again to the bedroom doorway. “She’s supposed to mean nothing to me.” He rephrased and that mocking voice that was so disturbingly like his father’s laughed cruelly.

He tipped his head back and drained the tumbler, the ice cooling his lips for a moment. The ice tinkled against the bottom of the tumbler as he lowered it and then set it aside. Chuck got up and went to his safe, opened it up and took out the DVD he’d made of Jenny. He closed the safe and sat back down. He toyed with the plastic cover, turning it contemplatively over and over again. “How can such a simple thing, a circle of plastic and polymer have so much power?” He amused with a soft snort. He looked at his distorted reflection through the clear plastic cover, in the reflective surface of the disc. “Also, it was a simple solution to a complex and growing problem. After what I’ve done, what I did, all I’d have to do is give this to her and she’d be out of here like a shot and I’d be done with her.” He mused, seriously contemplating the idea.

He quickly tucked the cover away in the pocket of his robe as he heard her coming out of the bedroom. Her hair was still damp and her step was slow, careful and gingerly and Chuck winced inwardly at the damage he’d caused with his brutal use of her. He grabbed his mobile and told his driver to meet her out front. “Jenny…“He started not sure how or why he was going to apologize to her when she actually flinched at his voice and he ground his teeth as the laughter echoed in the back of his mind again. “Be here around five on Friday, I’ll have something for you to wear.” He instructed, changing what he was going to say and she nodded sullenly, keeping her eyes low, but on him as she continued to edge her way toward the door. “Arthur will take you home.” He continued, dismissing her and shaking his head, turned away from her and let her go on her way.

TO BE CONTINUED