Bought And Paid For

TITLE: Bought And Paid For AUTHOR: Midknight CHAPTER: 2 of ? FANDOM: Gossip Girl SHIP: Chuck / Jenny 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. - midknight_tales@yahoo.com CHAPTER TWO Chuck bend down and collected the scrap of printed cotton that were Jenny's torn and ruined panties and used them to wipe himself clean. There is a little blood mixed in with her cream and his semen and he carefully folds the material and slips it into his pocket before tucking himself away and redoing his pants and buckling his belt. He looks down at her, she hasn't moved or said a word, even her sniveling has ceased. She flinches when he pulls her skirt down to cover her ass and remove the temptation to go another round. He knows he has pushed her as far as she will go today and where would be the fun in playing with a broken toy? "Jenny?" he calls her name quietly and then louder when she doesn't respond. The third time his tone is sharp and she finally stirs. He doesn't have time to coddle her. "Jenny, stand the hell up unless you want to get fucked some more." He commanded threateningly. He sees her wince as she stands and turns to face him. Her cheeks are tear stained and her eyes puffy. He steps closer and she flinches back, but he catches her chin and lifts her face so that he can look into her eyes. They're dull and haunted, but there is still a spark of life there. A spark that flares to life as she pulls her chin out of his grasp and retreats away from him, only to find the table he'd just deflowered her on. "Good!" he thinks jubilantly. She still has some spirit left. "Jenny, are you on the pill or any other form of birth control?" he asks, holding her gaze. "What? Why?" she asked in shocked confusion. "Jeeesus! Do I need to explain the birds and the bees to you, Humphreys? I just filled that sweet virgin pussy of yours with my seed. Do you see the relevance?" he explained harshly. She blanched and somehow managed to go even paler than she already was as his meaning dawned on her. "I'm... I'm on the pill. I had to take it to regulate my period." She stammered. "Good, but a simple yes would have sufficed." He responded. "I wouldn't miss any of those little suckers from here on in if I were you. I really don't think you'll enjoy having an abortion." He suggested coldly watching her eyes widen. "Do you know what happened here, Jenny?" he asked. "You raped me, you fucking bastard!" she responded heatedly. "No... I bought you. You're mine. I own you. What I did was simply take possession." He reached into his trouser pocket and withdrew his billfold. He counted out the other thousand he owed her and then peeled off another five hundred while she looked at him as if he were insane. He folded the money and proffered it to her. "A deals a deal." He informed her. She looked from his face to the money and back again. "Take the money, Jenny. Whatever you need it for got you into this. You might as well get that particular monkey off your back." He suggested with a tilt of his head. Her hesitance was actually quite quaint, but her hand stops trembling by the time her fingers snatch the folded bills from his. "There's a little extra there, get some sexy underwear or lingerie and keep it hand. The cotton is cute, but I didn't pay for cute. He chooses his words carefully, making sure she understands that he owns her and reinforcing that message at every opportunity. She flinches slightly and he knows she was starting to truly understand. "The ground rules are simple. Tell no one. I even suspect you have and that video hits YouTube and Gossip Girl faster than you can blink. When I call, you come. No exceptions, no excuses. If you have a transport problem, I will give you my driver's number. You do what I tell you, when I tell you or..." he paused and cocked his head, inviting her to complete the threat. "You release the video." Jenny said softly. "I release the video. And, you belong to?" he asked quietly. Her head came up and he saw her eyes flash as they met his, her jaw clenching along with her fists, crumpling the neat billfold he had given her. "You belong to?" he repeated, putting an edge in his voice and ice in his stare. He watched her tongue peek out, her chest heaving rather attractively and her back rigid. Chuck really hoped she wouldn't lose her spirit entirely. It surprised him and so few things and especially people did. Plus, it would make playing with her so much more fun. "I belong to you, You Fucking Bastard." She finally answered. He let a smile that is part amusement, part satisfaction and part sneer quirk his lips. "Get cleaned up, you know where the bathroom is. You look like you've been thoroughly fucked." He instructed and he saw the comment open the fresh wound of what he had done to her and dampen the fire in her eyes. She grabbed her purse off the floor and although she tried to hide it he saw her wince as she moved toward him to go to the bathroom. As, she slowly moved passed him he shifted slightly, forcing her to brush against his shoulder. He inhaled heavily as she flinched away from his touch. "You might want to shower. Personally I love that you smell like sex, it's a good signature scent on you, but your brother and father might not." He suggested. She glared at him and he chuckled as she suddenly bustled away to the bathroom. He went to the DVD player and ejected the disc. He glanced at the doorway leading to his bathroom and then put the disc into his safe behind the fake panel in his bookshelf. He gave her a few minutes before he turned and started to undo his shirt as he walked toward the bathroom. He shrugged out of it, letting it fall to the floor before he opened the door to the bathroom. He briefly wondered if she'd tried to lock it. He leaned against the door frame to kick off his shoes and remove his socks. Her clothes were neatly folded next to her purse on the counter by the sink and he could see her silhouette though the frosted glass of the door to the shower as steam wafted up over it while the spray hissed as it fell down. He removed the rest of his clothes and then yanked open the door causing steam to bubble out around him. She gasped, frozen for a second allowing him to peruse her completely naked form for the first time, before she attempted to cover herself with an arm across her breasts and a hand over her crotch. "Don't do that." He growled as she stumbled back as he stepped into the shower. "You have a beautiful body, you shouldn't hide it. Hell let's make that a rule too." He informed her as he stepped under the spray and lifted his face to it. He raked his hands through his hair before turning back to her. She hadn't moved an inch and he raised an eyebrow to indicate his displeasure at her noncompliance. Chuck kept his eyes locked on her until her hands slowly fall away to hand limply at her sides, her eyes down cast. "Better. You really have nothing to be ashamed of, Jenny. Now come here. He commanded. She took the two steps to him with obvious reluctance and he bites back a sharp command for her to hurry. She flinched when he lightly gripped her shoulders and pulled her under the spray in front of him. He grabbed a sponge and his shower gel and poured the latter generously onto the former. He can see her hands twitch with the need to cover herself, her cheeks coloring as he lets his gaze slowly slide over her nudity in a more thorough inspection. Using the sponge he started to explore her body, she went rigid at his touch, backing away, but then stopping as he flashed her a reprimanding glance. She relaxed a little as he soaped her body, tracing its curves and contours with slow deliberate strokes. She tensed again when he reached her crotch and rather casually washed her sex before kneeling and doing her legs. He turned her around and worked his way back up, spending a little time on her firm buttocks before soaping her back. He slid his hand under her arm and then, making sure she could see, dropped the sponge as he pressed his body against her back. Exploring her body had given him a decent erection and he deliberately nestled it in the crack of her ass. She tried to move away, but he wrapped his arm around her waist, holding her in place. She started to struggle and he tightened his grip before lowering his lips to her ear. "Stop struggling, Jenny. It just tends to excite me more." He whispered into the shell of her ear before nipping lightly at the lobe as she froze. "Please, Chuck... Not again... I..." she pleaded, her voice quivering and so soft it was nearly lost under the hiss of the falling water. "No... Don't worry about that, My Sweet Little Jenny. Not yet anyway." He assured her as her relaxed his hold, but also let his hand slide up to cup and caress her breast. "I'm just acquainting myself with the real estate. Relax, you might even enjoy it." He informed her as he cupped and then explored the skin of her breasts in a decreasing spiral that ended at her nipples, which he started to tweak, roll and flick. Despite what was no doubt going through her mind, her body betrayed her and her nipples responded to his attentions by swelling and stiffening. "I really like your nipples, Jenny. They are just the perfect size for sucking." He informed her. "Jeezus, Chuck... You're sick. Can't you leave me in peace to take a shower and get your stink off me?" she asked with exasperation although she was now, unconsciously, pressing into his hands as he continued to fondle her breasts. "The former might well be true and there might be a chance of the latter if you can think of a way to get rid of my erection." He replied, suddenly stepping back and breaking all contact with her. She spun around and his head rocked to the side as her hand connected solidly with his cheek. Her hand drew back again, but he caught her wrist and then the other as it came up and with a growl, pushed her back until her back hit the tiles and before she could react, his feet were between hers, ensuring she couldn't close them. He didn't know if he was angry of amused. She had surprised him and that didn't happen often. He pressed his body hard to hers and drew her arms up, forcing her onto her toes. "Nice try, Jenny. Way to think outside the box, but that just excites it." He told her, his dick twitching between his torso and hers as if to emphasize the truth of his words. Jenny's eyes were wide with shock and fear as he bends his knees, sliding his erection down her belly and between her legs. Chuck clenched his teeth as his dickhead slides through her folds, her heat radiating onto it. His dick caught at he entrance and he wedged himself into it, but not quite entering her. "No... Please." She cried out. "It's... I'm sore down there." She admitted as explanation for him to consider her plea. He watched a tear swell at the corner of her eye and then trickle down her cheek. The heat from her sex was exciting and inviting and he didn't really care about her pain, but still he didn't enter her. "Can you think of another way to relieve me?" he asked. The tips of her teeth worried at her lower lip and then she nodded slowly. Chuck relaxed his hold on her wrists and let her feet return flat onto the floor. He let go and stepped back and watched as she slowly sank down onto her knees in front of him. She is looking at his cock and doesn't see his smile. She jumps slightly when he runs his fingers through her hair to clear it from her face and she looked up at him. "Go ahead." He urged and he watched her swallow heavily before running her tongue up his length. He chuckled softly with enjoyment as she left a tingle trail along his dick before the wet warmth of her mouth engulfed his dick head. He'd thought she was a natural before and he was certain of it now. He didn't know if it was the incentive of not getting fucked again or just her nature, but she employed everything he had taught her as she kissed, licked and finally worked her lips down his cock and started bobbing her head. He hadn't planned to start her training, but it was an opportunity he didn't intend to pass up. The tight seal of her lips sliding along his flesh and the swipe of her swirling tongue felt exquisite and then his dick head hit the entrance to her throat and she rapidly backed off. He tightened his hands in her hair, halting her retreat. "Not this time, My Sweet. We're going to unlock your full potential." He informed her, her eyes flicking up to his. Her hand left the base of his cock and pressed against his thigh as she battled his hold and tried to pull back without success. "Stop struggling and watch the teeth." He growled with cool threat in his voice and slowly thrust forward into her mouth until he was pressed against the entrance to her throat. She started to panic, her nails digging into his skin as she tried to push him away. "Relax your throat and breath through your nose." He instructed, pressing slowly forward. She started to gag, but he kept pulling her onto him and then his dick head popped into her throat. He let his dick slide a little deep into the tight, convulsing sheath of her throat and then pulled back and let go of her head at the same time. She fell back against the wall, gagging, sputtering and gasping for air, a thick rope of saliva connecting his dick to her lips until it was stretched too far. Her mouth was hotter than the steam filled shower and he missed it as he looked down at her. "It will get easier with practice and if you listen to what I tell you. Now, I'm still hard and you still won't want to get screwed again this evening so..." He spelled out her choices as subtly as he felt necessary. Her grey eyes looked up at him with a silent plea to stop, to let her go, but as adorable as they were, they had no affect on him and after a moment she accepted that and rose back onto her knees and reached for him. Teaching her to deep throat him had its advantages, but it was that acceptance of his will that was the true lesson. She still gagged a little when he pressed at the entrance to her throat, but she didn't fight against his hands, so he let her back up and try again at her own pace. She managed it on the third try and he let his head fall back and into the spray, sacrificing the sight of burying her nose in his pubes to savor the feel of her throat massaging his length as she held him there and swallowed as she tried to breath. He realized with some surprise that his fingers were tensed in her hair, holding her in place and he relaxed them and she slowly drew back, but kept him in her mouth. "That's very good, Jenny. You have a talent for this. You're a natural." He complimented her, but he didn't think she took it as such with the glare she flashed him. "Keep that up and we'll be done in no time. Well... for now anyway." He encouraged her and watched as her eyes closed in resignation and she went to work on his cock. She took him deep for longer as she found her rhythm and technique and followed his instructions. He couldn't keep his eyes off her now, fascinated as he watched her cheeks hollow as she sucked on him and her pale nose disappear into his dark pubes, her throat swelling as he slid into it, her wet flesh caressing his length. Pleasure snaked up his spine. Unbidden, she reached around and caressed his buttocks, scrapping her nails over it and down the backs of his thighs, adding to his enjoyment. "Initiative. I like that, as long as it's to my benefit." He thought as he felt the tension in his balls starting to reach its peak. He started to thrust into her mouth and throat with a little more force and to her credit, Jenny adjusted with a minimum of fuss. The spray was a hot caress across his shoulders and down his back as his balls started to churn and he felt he had played with her enough. It was time for her final lesson in his "Blowjobs For Beginners" course. His balls tightened and he cupped her face and pulled it back until she was nursing on just a little more than his dick head when he relaxed and let the first spurt of his climax shoot into her mouth with a grunt of release. Jenny tried to back off him with frantic effort, but to no avail and his second spurt filled her mouth to the extent where it was swallow or choke, as he had intended. She groaned around his dick and swallowed just as he let loose a third spurt. He retained his hold on her until she had swallowed that and his fourth spurt before letting go. She backed off him and as far away as the shower stall would allow, his weak fifth spurt hitting her lips before she could get out of range. Jenny looked at him with pure hatred loathing and revulsion as she wiped her lips on the back of her hand and turned her head and spat. Her chest was heaving and for a second he thought she might throw up, but she seemed to master herself after a moment. "Very good. Bravo. An excellent performance." He congratulated her. "That's the way its going to be from here on in, without the spitting and maybe just a little less glaring and wishing I would die horribly." He continued as he rinsed his still tingling cock off under the shower. "I hate you, Chuck." She told him as she got to her feet. "I know you do dear." He responded glibly. "Enjoy the rest of your shower. I'll leave a toothbrush for you on the sink." He promised and exited the shower without a backward glance. He grabbed a towel and dried himself before wrapping it around his waist. He got the tooth brush out of a draw as promised and then filled a glass of water and placed two Tylenol beside it. After a moments thought he rummaged through his medicine cabinet and found the lowest dose of Valium he had available and added one of the pills to those already next to the water. He made sure there were towels for her and then he looked over his shoulder and watched her sexy silhouette on the other side of the frosted glass for a few moments. "There's some Tylenol on the sink and a Valium if you need it." He called to her, but didn't wait for any kind of reply before leaving the bathroom. He was comfortably ensconced in his recliner, in silk pajama pants and a robe, a scotch in one hand and a cigar in the other when she exited his bathroom looking pink and scrubbed with not a hair out of place. Only her eyes told a different story. He wondered if she'd taken any of the pills. "Remember the rules, Jenny. Tell no one and when I call or text, you come." He reminded her and she simply kept walking, her eyes down. "Jenny, come here." He commanded with steel in his voice and watched as her steps slowed and then she came to a stop, turned and with lead feet returned to stand in front of him. Her eyes remained on the floor, her hands clutching her purse and her beret in front of her stomach. "Look at me." He ordered and her chin slowly lifted. "Well, it is good to see you have the gist of it. My driver will take you wherever you need to go. He's waiting for you out front. Run along now." He informed her with a smug smile and a wave of his cigar as he exhaled a series of blue smoke rings. TO BE CONTINUED