The Blair Itch Project

TITLE: The Blair Itch Project AUTHOR: Midknight CHAPTER: 2 of ? FANDOM: Gossip Girl SHIP: Blair / Chuck RATING: NC-17 CATEGORY: Erotica SPOILERS: Season 1 - A couple. SYNOPSIS: A companion piece to Moving Violation - Blair finds she has an itch, she just can't quite scratch and is forced to turn to Chuck for help. DISCLAIMER: 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. FEEDBACK: Yes Please. It helps. It really, really helps. - midknight_tales@yahoo.com CHAPTER TWO Blair woke slowly, blinking the world into existence and rolled onto her back, stretched and throwing the covers off. She felt refreshed and wonderful as she sat up. Concern and confusion hit her almost like a physical blow when she realized the bed and room she was in was not her own and that she was also naked. She sat up hastily, clutching the covers to her chest and looked around a little frantically, finding herself alone. Memories found their way through her shock and she relaxed, lying back down. It was Chuck's bed and everything had been real. She lifted the covers and looked down between her legs, finding the evidence of that reality dried to the inside of her thigh. She groaned. The lights were on and the curtains were drawn and she had no idea how long she had slept or what time it was. She inspected her surroundings and noticed a glass of water on the nightstand with a folded piece of paper leaning against it. She also saw her dress draped over the back of a chair in the corner of the room, with her sandals and purse on the seat. The apartment was silent. She wondered where Chuck was, less out of any real curiosity and more because it stopped her wondering about other things. She took and drank the glass of water and then picked up the note and unfolded it. "Blair. Had to go. Dinner with my father. Stay as long as you like. If you're still there when I get back we can always pick up where we left off? I'm sure you'd like that. See you soon and remember what I told you. XXX Chuck." She read his bold handwriting. She ground her teeth in irritation. How was it possible for a note to smirk? She didn't know when he'd left or when he'd be back, but she'd be damned if she'd be there when he got back. She just wouldn't give him the satisfaction. She crumpled his note into a ball and deliberately dropped it on the night table. She rose quickly and her body protested slightly with slight twinges as if she had pushed herself too hard swimming laps. Vivid images of how she had gotten in that state and the sense memories they triggered, flashed through her mind and she cursed herself as she felt her body reawaken and just the faintest echo of the itch returned. The treacherous little voice in the back of her mind even urged her to consider waiting for Chuck. She squelched the thought with an iron fist. She wrinkled her nose. The smelled of sweat and sex and decided she could risk the twenty minutes for a quick shower. "If he returns within that time... I'll just... Well, he won't." she told herself. She showered, the hot water feeling good on her skin, but did so quickly, resisting the temptation to touch herself any more than was needed for hygiene. She found the beginnings of four bruises on the front of each of her hips and, after further investigation, one each at the back. She could almost feel the strong finger that had made then as he grasped her and pulled her onto his thick, hot, long, throbbing dick as he drove it into her. She shook herself and turned the hot water off and the cold to full. The water was so cold it almost stung, but she endured it for the shock to clear her mind and cool her libido. The bathroom was steamy as she shut off the water and wrapped herself in a towel. She stopped in front of the mirror and wiped the condensation off it. She slicked her mass of dark, damp hair back and out of her face and her large dark eyes regarded her from the reflective surface. "I still looked the same, so how can everything be so different?" she asked herself as her reflection slowly misted over. Blair took a deep breath and squared her shoulders. She was Blair Waldorf, dammit! and this had just been some momentary lapse of judgement. "Well, Fuck Chuck Bass." She said out loud and immediately regretted her choice of words, if not the sentiment. She dried her hair as best she could and stepped out of the bathroom, half-anticipating him being there, but he wasn't. She could still clear remember him tearing off her panties, but the search of her bra turned up nothing, she even checked under the bed. She found herself throwing apprehensive glances at the doorway while she searched. After, another few minutes she gave up and simply slipped into her dress and sandals. The material whispered against her skin and it didn't feel as strange as she'd thought it would to be without underwear. It felt a bit breezy and her nipples hardened a little as the material rubbed against them when she moved, but that wasn't terribly unpleasant. She checked herself in the mirror, making sure everything was in place, grabbed her purse and then left. Right until she opened the door she was certain he would arrive before she left. Her feelings about that were a vexing quandary, part fear and part anticipation. The walk to the elevator was no different and her heart nearly leapt into her throat when she saw that the elevator was coming up before she had reached it, but it went past the floor she was on. She pressed the 'down' button impatiently several times and when it arrived empty, she stepped in quickly and pressed the lobby button in the same fashion. She stepped out into the lobby, which was thankfully empty. She looked up and saw that clock on the wall behind the front desk. It was just after nine, she'd arrived at Chuck's just after three. Six hours had passed, give or take. She idly wondered how long she'd slept and how long they'd... This brought back a slew of memories, which she had to banish with heavy-handed ruthlessness as she felt her body react. She crossed the lobby and one of the bellboys stopped and his eyes followed her intently across the tiled floor. He gave her a very direct and impertinent smirk and a nodded farewell as she passed him and she could feel his eyes on her ass as she walked through the doors. She wanted to turn and give him a piece of her mind, but looking down she could clearly see the points of her nipples making little peaks at the front of her dress. She felt her cheeks heat as she realized he most probably knew she wasn't wearing anything under her dress. She crossed her arms in front of her as the doorman hailed her a cab. She got home with some relief. The apartment was empty. Her mother was away in Milan for the next two weeks. She thought of calling Serena, but decided against it. As, much as she wanted to talk to someone about what she was going through, no one could ever know that she had had sex with Chuck Bass, not only once, but twice, well thrice actually. She made a frustrated growl in her throat. This was ridiculous, just thinking about it made her wet and itchy and now with more and fresher memories it seemed even worse. She changed into her nightgown, moisturized her arms, legs and face before sitting at her dressing table, running a brush through her hair. She looked at her reflection, still unable to discern any visible change, the only sound in the room the soft hiss of the brush sliding along her soft, dark hair. She was supposed to be over this. It was supposed to be out of her system, it had to be, but her voice sounded unconvincing even in her head. His voice still echoed there. She wanted to kill him, but at the same time rip his clothes off and just... It was ridiculous. She could here his voice, confident and certain: "Next time." She'd show him. "There will be no next time." He thought, wrapping her pride around her like a warm comforting blanket. Still she lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling for two hours before she managed to fall asleep. She kept herself busy over the next couple of day. Using the new memories she had, even helped her relieve the inevitable build up of tension, but it still continued to lack something, some secret ingredient. She knew, or at least had a good idea, what or more precisely who that particular ingredient was, but she refused to acknowledge it. She slept little and badly, simply being unable to still both her body and mind enough. She exercised hard, pushing herself to the point of exhaustion only to lie staring up at the ceiling, the itch inside her keeping her wide-awake as the night journeyed slowly on to morning. Masturbation was a stopgap measure to maintain her sanity, but it also showed up her need for something more that was not in her power to provide. Blair rested her forehead against the cool tiles under the shower head, rolling her shoulders slightly against the hot, hard spray, enjoying the caress of the water sheeting down her back. Her long, slender fingers were stroking through her swollen folds for the second time that Saturday morning and it wasn't even eleven o'clock yet. She tried to conjure up his presence, the feel of his hands on her, of his shaft in her depths, even that irritating confident and controlling smirk of his, but it wasn't enough. The itch was deeper and more persistent than ever. She was weary, the thought of the rejuvenating sleep she had enjoyed after, was almost as pleasurable as when he had taken her. She stopped touching herself and closed her eyes, simply standing their under the hot spray and breathing deep, slow, long breaths. "It wasn't fair, it simply wasn't fair. How was she to know that this would be the result of giving her virginity to Chuck? She slapped her palm against the damp tile next to her head in frustration. It was just supposed to be sex after all. She wondered if it was like this for everyone, or was it just her. She wanted to ask Serena, but it would lead to too many questions. She turned off the shower and dried quickly before slipping into her robe. She picked up her mobile and stared at it. "He would be so smug." She thought almost seeing the satisfied smile on his face. "She just had to ride this out, it had to pass. Nothing lasted forever." She told herself with hollow conviction and put down the phone. She made herself a cup of tea, but she kept gravitating toward her phone as she drank, glancing at it occasionally and almost reaching for it once or twice. "She'd call Serena. They could go shopping, that would keep her mind occupied. A little retail therapy was just what the doctor ordered." She told herself and picked up her mobile and dialed. She lifted the handset to her ear and listen to it ring and then connect as Serena answered. "Why hello Blair, what an unexpected surprise, well not really. I'll be home all day. See you soon." The voice on the other side said before she could say anything and then ended the call. She sat down in shocked silence, listening to the dial tone. The voice hadn't been Serena's it had been Chuck's. She looked at the phone in horror and checked her last dialed numbers. She had dialed his number. She barely restrained herself from flinging the offending device at the wall and deliberately placed it on the sofa next to her. "Well the damage is already done." She said softly to the empty apartment and it sounded like a feeble rationalization, even to her. She dressed quite similarly to the way she had done on her previous visit to Chuck and was already at her front door when she remembered what he had told her. Her hand froze on the door handle. There had been steel in his voice and just a hint of threat when he had told her not to wear any underwear the next time she came to him. She could risk it. He had seemed to enjoy ripping her panties off the last time, but this was Chuck Bass she was dealing with. He could just as easily use the situation to humiliate her even further. She went back to her bedroom and removed her underwear. She dressed again and also grabbed a light sweater, although it was quite warm out. She felt a little self-conscious waiting on the curb for the doorman to hail a cab for her and during the cab ride to his hotel. She was absolutely certain that every person on the street knew she was nude under her dress, as did the cabbie, who seemed to be staring at her in his rear view mirror. It felt strange. The material of her dress touched her skin in places it usually didn't and without the constraints of her bra, her breasts shifted slightly when she moved, brushing against her dress and making her skin tingle. It wasn't unpleasant, just different and she kept having to check to make sure her nipples weren't showing as little peaks because they felt tighter in response to the friction against her dress. She hurriedly paid the cabbie and entered the hotel, staring straight ahead as she made her way across the lobby to the elevators where, thankfully, no one else was waiting and rode it up to his floor. She stood in front of his door for a moment, hoping to summon the will from somewhere to simply turn and leave, but her hand slowly rose and then her knuckles rapped lightly on the wood of the door. "Come in. It's opened." his muffled voice came through the door and she added: "Said the spider to the fly." in her mind as she turned the doorknob and opened the door to enter. She closed the door behind her and she could see him sitting in the leather recliner opposite the door, much like he had the time before. He made no move to rise, so she walked across the room to him. She could see a tumbler of Scotch sitting on the side table next to the recliner although it was only barely after one in the afternoon. "Hi, Blair. Looking lovely as ever. How are you this fine Saturday afternoon?" He greeted her with civility. "I'm fine, Chuck." She replied shortly. "Right to business then. What do you want, Blair?" He asked, his voice suddenly sounding slightly mocking, his eyebrow rising slightly to accentuate his query. "You know what I want." She told him accusingly. "Now how could I know that, My Sweet Blair? I'm neither clairvoyant, nor psychic." He countered, his voice serious, but she could see a smile tugging at the edges of his lips. He wanted her to say it. "I want to have sex. I... I want to be on top. I want to ride your dick like I did in the limo." She told him throwing caution to the wind and being as explicit as she could. His smile blossomed. "It's nice to see a woman who knows what she wants. So... I'll give you what you want, if you give me what I want." He offered. She barely caught her jaw from dropping. She couldn't believe it. She had basically offered to fuck him and now he was negotiating. He also had a wicked twinkle in his eye that made her just a little nervous. The moment and the silence between them drew out. "What is it you want?" she asked when it became apparent he was going to continue without being prompted. He dipped his finger into the scotch and stirred the drink, the tinkling sound of the ice cubes hitting the glass sounding loud in the silence. He brought the finger to his mouth and sucked the amber liquid off it. "You know, Blair, I've always thought you had quite a clever mouth, and now I'd like to find out how clever." He informed her and she frowned. "You want me to talk dirty to you?" he queried and he let out a hearty bark of laughter. "You can if you like, but that's not what I want. What I want, Blair is for you to suck my dick. You do that and you can have whatever you want, this afternoon anyway." He finally explained. At first, she wasn't quite sure if she had heard him correctly, and then, she was staring at him in horror. He couldn't be serious. "You can't be serious!?" her words echoed her thought in exasperation. "It's a blowjob, Blair. I'm not asking you to boycott Prada. I'll even promise not to come in your mouth." He told her. "You want me to..." she couldn't even say it. "Yes, Blair. I want you to suck my dick. To be precise, I want you to take off your dress, get down on your knees, fish my cock out of my pants and see how much of it you can fit in your mouth. I'll show you the ropes and, personally, I think you will be quite good at it." He explained again, speaking in a slow, measured tone as if to a child. "But... But, that's disgusting." She whined, trying to turn the idea over in her mind. "Blair... Grow up." He told her his tone growing cool and condescending. "Suck it or leave and don't come back." He almost snapped the ultimatum at her, his patience suddenly at an end. She glanced at his crotch and she could see the bulge of his cock shift slightly. "Should she call his bluff?" she wondered. He was obviously aroused and she knew there were other things he wanted to do with her, but he was also Chuck Bass, she could see it in her eyes, cool and calculating. He would let her go and with a single call he'd have some other girl there who would do whatever he told her to. She worried at her lower lip, so hard, that it hurt and then she shrugged off her sweater and reached for the side of her dress and pulled down the zip. She closed her eyes for a second and then opened them as she slid the straps of her dress off the rounded curve of her shoulders. The dress slid off her with a whisper of material on skin and she watches him shift in his seat as his eyes roam up and down her naked form. "Damn... You really are a beautiful woman." He tells her and she can see his appreciation in his eyes as well as a blaze of desire. She doesn't give him an answer, her mind to chaotic as she considers what she is about to do and what she has been reduced too. He leans forward and takes a small pillow out from behind his back and drops it on the floor in front of the recliner, between his legs. She hesitantly takes the few steps to leave her standing directly in front of him and then slowly sinks to her knees. "Relax, Blair. You might even enjoy it. Just think of it as a challenge." He informs her and she looks up at him, expecting to find his usual amused sneer, but instead finds him serious and with an almost eager light in his eyes. "This was just something she had to do in order to get what she wanted. She had been doing that all her life. Maybe he was right. Not about her liking it, but about it simply being a challenge, and Blair Waldorf never shied from a challenge." She told herself as she let out a slow breath and reached for his belt. She was quite impressed that her hand didn't even tremble. TO BE CONTINUED