Who's Twisted Now

TITLE: Who’s Twisted Now?

AUTHOR: Midknight

CHAPTER: 2 of ?

FANDOM: Gossip Girl

SHIP: Vanessa / Chuck

RATING: NC-17

CATEGORY: Erotica

SPOILERS: Season 2 – Episode 20.

SYNOPSIS: WARNING: HERE BE SPOILERS – SEASON 2 – EPSIODE 20. A companion piece to “Constant and Twisted” and goes AU from there.

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.

FEEDBACK: Yes Please. It helps. It really, really helps. – midknight_tales@yahoo.com

CHAPTER TWO

“I hate him. I despise him. I loathe him.” Vanessa thought as she punctuated each thought with a plumping punch to her pillow as she tried to fluff it up for the umpteenth time before flopping back onto it and staring up at the barely visible ceiling in the dark. She closed her eyes and willed sleep to come for the second night in a row. “How dare he? Just who did he think he was?” she asked herself in angry rhetoric as sleep failed to manifest. “Chuck Fucking Bass, of course.” She answered herself with venom. She rolled onto her side in an attempt to get more comfortable. “Chuck Fucking Bass.” She grumbled. “Chuck… Fucking… Dammit!” she swore as the words led away from anger to vivid images and echoes of sensation of what they had done in the storeroom of the Gallery’s coffee shop interspersed with what they had done in his bed. She snatched her hand away from her crotch before she unconsciously chased those sensations to recreate them.

She threw aside the covers and got up in a huff to get a drink of water. She could actually see his smug smile taunting her. Like, the night before, she wouldn’t be getting any sleep until she was exhausted. She grabbed the remote and flicked on her television. “You have to be shitting me.” She groaned as the set flared to life with the word: “When Bass fishing…” She flicked it off immediately, squashing the urge to throw the remote at the screen. It was bad enough she had allowed him to get into her pants, but now he was under her skin and in her head. She needed to flush him out of her system and as much as she loathed the idea there was only one way to really do that. She needed to fuck someone else, destroy the uniqueness of the experience with him. It also meant a one night stand. She groaned. It was supposed to have been a one night stand with him as well. “Dammit… What has he awakened in me? Am I thinking of going out and picking up some guy to fuck, to get rid of his influence or to satisfy myself?” She asked herself incredulously, running her hand through her dark hair.

She slipped back under the covers, her small bed fro some unknown reason felt small and cold and she grabbed a pillow and hugged it to her chest as a horrifying question echoed in her head: “Could he be right? Worse yet, did she want him to be?” The sex was… incredible, but could she continue to divorce sexual pleasure from emotion? She was sure he could, that was one of the things she disliked about him and now she might be no better. “Is that the reason I’m so set against this? Would it make him less bad or me less good? Could they flit in and out of each others lives, continuing to experience the things they had and remain unaffected?” she wondered. He hadn’t treated her badly. He’d reneged on their agreement, but she’d allowed him to, she’d wanted him to and had enjoyed it more than she would ever let him know. He had screwed her brains out, he still was. She rolled onto her other side, drawing up her legs to curl around the pillow. Her thoughts chased each other around in her head and at some point she must have fell asleep because she was startled awake, with blurry eyes when her alarm clock started to beep.

Vanessa blinked and stretched as she tried to sort through what had been thoughts and what had been dreams, hoping she might have come to some conclusions or decisions before nodding off. She hadn’t and her dreams, well… her panties clung damply to her crotch and her nipples were just starting to soften. She groaned and got out of bed, wincing as he feet touched the cold floor and hastily looking for and sliding her feet into her slippers. It had snowed again while she’d apparently slept. She put on her robe and shuffled over to turn up the radiator before heading to her kitchen and a much-needed cup of coffee to start off her day. She showered, had breakfast, dressed and went to work. Her day dragged and she found herself occasionally glancing at the store room, remembering what they’d done and what he’d said. She left as soon as she could and decided to go for a walk in Central Park, hoping that the bracing cold fresh air and exercise would clear her head.

She was still several blocks from the park, with the light covering of snow crunching under her boots, when she felt eyes on her. She ignored the sensation, but increased her pace, but yet it persisted. She stopped and turned. There weren’t too many people around on such a blustery day, but the street she was on wasn’t exactly empty either. She scanned the street, not seeing anything out of the ordinary until her eyes came to rest on the form of a black limousine slowly coming up the street. “You have to be fucking kidding me.” She groaned on a puff of mist as the large vehicle came close enough for her to see the license plate read: “BASS 001”. She turned and kept walking. There was the slim chance that it could be his father, but she didn’t think she’d get that lucky. The entrance to the park was less than a block away when the limo passed her and pulled to the curb ahead of her.

“I’m just going to ignore him.” She told herself as the dark, tinted window lowered and she kept her eyes forward and kept walking even when she head him call her name. Tires crunched behind her as the car moved to follow along with his voice. She fought the urge to quicken her steps and instead she stopped and turned. She didn’t run away from her problems and she sure as hell wasn’t going to start with someone as insignificant as Chuck Bass. A chill wind swept up along the sidewalk and she hugged her arms around herself as he lowered the window further. “What do you want now, Chuck?” She asked as it started to snow harder and she wondered if the very weather had somehow decided to turn against her. “For God’s sake, Vanessa, will you get in the limo. It’s bloody freezing out there.” He told her, ignoring her question and opening the door.

The urge to run struck again and she half-turned as she realized that she wasn’t afraid of him, but rather what she might allow herself to do if alone with him. “Come on. Vanessa. Just get in. No funny stuff, I promise.” He urged. “Why does his voice sound so fucking seductive?” She wondered as she narrowed her eyes and looked at him suspiciously. “Why were you following me?” she asked sharply. “Jeezus woman, get over yourself. I was on my way home when I thought I saw you trudging through the snow and thought I’d offer you a ride. I wasn’t sure it was actually you, so I had Arthur come closer for a better look. Now will you just get in?” he requested with exasperation clearly written across his face as his breath steamed from his lips. If nothing else, he was right about the temperature, it had dropped since she had left the coffee shop. It was also starting to snow harder. He withdrew deeper into the limousine as a final gesture of invitation. Another biting blast of wind buffeted her and with a short sigh of resignation she slid into the limo and shut the door behind her.

“You live at?” he enquired as she tugged off her gloves and after a moment she gave him her address. He lowered the partition and passed it on to his driver who informed them that traffic was a mess and it would take quite a while to get to Brooklyn. The inside of the limo was decided toasty and she unwrapped her scarf as well. He, of course, was the epitome of Upper East Side casual sophistication, dressed in a dark, tailored cashmere suit with a deep purple shirt and a lavender tie. “My place at The Palace is nearby. We could… wait there for the traffic to ease.” He suggested casually, looking out the window and not at her. She laughed. “Smooth, Chuck. Real smooth.” She noted. “Fine… We’ll just spend the next two hours, if we’re lucky, stuck in here together. So, how was your day, Dear?” he countered, turning his head to face her, his voice dripping with sarcasm, his features cool and calm, but she also saw his foot tapping nervously.

Vanessa took a deep breath. “Chuck? What are we doing?” she asked quietly, looking directly into his eyes as she tried to answer the question for herself. He turned his body to face her as well and she could clearly see him considering her question as seriously as she was. “For some reason, I can’t quite wrap my head around, I’m trying to get inside you, yet again. And, I’m not into repeat performances. You surprised me, Vanessa and that doesn’t happen often. It was kind of refreshing. You intrigue me too. I know you enjoyed it as much as I did and Christ, you’re good at it too, yet you… You’re acting like it’s the worse thing in the world to have great, mind-blowing sex. We could do all the things we’ve thought about in the dark, just before you go sleep or after you’ve made love, that you are sure no one would let you do or do to you. Between the two of us, I have a feeling that list would be one hell of a ride.” He explained in a steady stream and her teeth clicked together as she caught her jaw from dropping at the sincerity and bold-faced honesty of his response.

“So you were following me.” She accused, using the accusation to stall for time, as she still had no concrete answer to her question and his immediate, confident response had thrown her even further off balance. He sighed and she saw his shoulders drop. “Of course… That’s what you would get from that, but no… This is just happy coincidence, a fluke of fate. Don’t get me wrong, you’ve been running through my mind for days and most of the time you were naked, but I haven’t been prowling the streets of Manhattan desperately looking for you.” He answered. “This is just a game for you, Chuck. All you want to do is fuck me, screw me until you get bored and then what...” She struck out, using her anger as a shield as she felt her resistance starting to crumble. “Yes… and No. I do want to fuck you, Vanessa, but I really want us to fuck each other. I want you to dress up in the sexiest lingerie just so that I can tear it off you because you look a hundred times hotter without a stitch on. I want to feel your sweet, talented lips wrapped around my dick as it slides in and out of your throat. I want to slake my thirst on your sweet nectar while I feast on your pussy. I want to know whether you’ll take it up the ass or just how good of dominatrix you could be. Yes, it might be a game, but you’re the only one I want to play with, As, to getting bored, may it be a long time in the coming, but as the saying goes: All good things come to an end.” He countered with heated candor, shifting closer to her.

“Stop it, Chuck.” She requested, biting back a groan as each scenario he mentioned flashed vividly through her mind and her body reacted with bursts of arousal. The limo had been toasty, but now felt like a sauna as her skin heated and the layers of clothes she wore felt stifling. Her sex tingled and flexed as her intimate flesh twisted and rubbed against itself on a flood of slippery cream that coated the petals of her folds as they flowered open and soaking into her panties. Her nipples waged a war against the restraining cups of her brassier, buzzing as they scraped along the material while they stiffened and grew to stand to attention. She forced herself to control he breathing as she looked at him. His argument and tone ere just far to reasonable. “I don’t like you, Chuck. I think you are the closest thing to evil incarnate. You manipulate and use people and think that being rich entitles you to indulge your every whim. You embody everything I hate about Upper East siders. Basically you’re a bastard.” She informed him in the same spirit of honesty he had shown her. He smiled, smug and proud as if she had complimented him instead of maligned him and she almost reconsidered the decision she was making. “But…” she paused, exhaling slowly.

“But, you’re a bastard that has made me orgasm harder and more often than any other guy I’ve been with.” She admitted quietly. “I’m going to regret this, eventually, but if you want to play, I’ll play.” She stated, overruling both her head and heart to give her body what it desired. He leaned forward to kiss her, but she pressed a hand against his chest, keeping him at bay, watching as a frown creased his brow. “Games have rules, Bass.” She informed him, pushing him away. “Tell your driver we’re going back to your place, but if you lay so much as a finger on me before we get there, all bets are off.” She continued, shrugging out of her jacket, enjoying the surprise on his face. He informed his driver and then looked at her inquisitively. “Sit back and remember the rules.” She instructed and then reached for his belt. He reached forward instead and using the intercom told his driver they weren’t in any rush and to take his time.

Vanessa found him hot and hard and he pulsed against her grip as she slid her hand into his boxers and fished out his cock. She caressed his length, reacquainting herself with his shape and smooth, warm skin. She looked up at him and smiled as she licked her lips. He showed her his hands and then slowly and deliberately raised them and laced his fingers behind his neck with a “do-your-worst” grin as he settled back in his seat, loosening his tie and undoing the top button of his shirt. “You’re incorrigible.” She laughed, but accepted his unspoken challenge by slowly slithering her tongue up the curved length of his manhood. He sighed and shifted slightly getting comfortable as she took him into her mouth, letting her lips stretch around his girth while she swirled her tongue over his pulsing skin. She sucked at him, bobbing her head slowly, dragging her lips along his skin while her hand stoked and squeezed the lower half of his cock with a firm grip. He groaned softly, his hips undulating, but she easily kept him from going any deeper into her mouth. She pulled her lips off him slowly, suckling at his dickhead for a moment before releasing it. She let her tongue flick out and collected the dollop of clear that emerged from his slit as his dick twitched in her grasp. She licked her lips again, tasting him on them.

“Oh and by the way, Chuck. If you lose it before we get there, you… lose… me too.” She informed him with a wicked, smoky chuckle, as she got comfortable and stretched out on the rest of the limo’s spacious back seat. “Who’s incorrigible now?” he asked lightly, but, for the first time, she saw what might be considered doubt flicker in his eyes. She held her dark tresses out of her face so that he could see exactly what she was doing and lowered her head again and took him into her mouth, inch by slow inch. She pressed him lightly into the entrance to her throat before backing up and bobbing her head, sliding her lips up and down along his silky skin and the steel underneath. He made soft little groans and breathed heavily through his nose as she worked part of his cock with her mouth and the other with her hand, adding a little twist to each. He growled, deep feral sound that she felt as a vibration as well as heard when she deliberately, but lightly scraped her teeth up along his sensitive, throbbing before nursing on the plumb of his dickhead.

Vanessa could actually feel small tremors run through him as he tried to remain still while she swirled and swiped her tongue over his length and occasionally blew on the saliva trail she left behind. He exhaled slowly as she dipped her hand lower and lightly fondled his balls. She cast her eyes up at a flicker of movement and saw him shift his hands from behind his back to stretch out his arms to either side. She watched his fingers flex against the leather of the top of the seat back making indentations as he gripped it while his eyes followed her every move with hungry, predatory intensity. She slithered her tongue back up along his length, feeling it pulse with warm, virile life as she focused on her breathing. She was getting a strange perverse thrill from testing him like this and it spoke to the truth of his words and started her imagination down and interesting path of possibilities. He was right. She never would have done anything like this with anyone else. She didn’t know how far they were from The Palace and she wanted to take him to the edge, wanted to see if he was the man she was starting to believe he was.

She swallowed him again, but this time, she simply relaxed her throat and hardly pausing when he pressed at the entrance to her throat continued to walk her lips down his length, swallowing as she slid him into the tight, moist confines of her throat. “Oh shit!” he swore and she felt him tense as she buried her nose in his nest of dark pubes, his spicy, male musk filling her nose. She adjusted, pulling back slightly as his hips jerked when she sucked and rippled her throat around him at the same time. She started to bob her head slowly, fucking his thick long shaft with her mouth and throat. “You’re a wicked, wicked woman Vanessa Abrams.” he admonished her with a hiss of indrawn breath as she drew back enough to look up at him and found his hands hovering over her head.

She watched as they shook with tension and then clenched into fists. She would have grinned his smug, know-it-all grin back at him if her lips weren’t stretched around his substantial girth. She dragged her off him, his dickhead slipping from her lips with an audible pop and a thin string of saliva continued to connect them for a moment. His hand jerked up with her head, maintaining the distance they held. She licked her lips and then coyly trapped the lower one behind her teeth for a moment. “I could… stop and we could just go our separate ways.” She suggested reasonably, fondling his saliva-slick shaft, her eyes boring into his with an eyebrow arched in question. She didn’t quite know which answer she wanted more, for him to concede or continue and succeed. Her arousal was at a fever pitch. She was slick with a near constant flood of sex grease that was being wrung out of her pulsing core by her squeezing, rippling, twisting and flexing channel and plastered the crotch of her panties wetly to her sex and added to the friction as she surreptitiously rubbed her thighs together. Her skin had that hot, tingly feel that would make getting out of her clothes absolute heaven.

He chuckled, deep and low. “We’re going to have so much fun, you and I.” He stated with a wry, suggestive smile. “But, you know I’d never give up that easily. There’s all kinds of satisfaction I’d love to give you, am going to give you, but never that.” He responded with serious intensity, his words part warning, part mild threat and part exquisite promise. “Never that.” She acknowledged softly, her eyes dropping away from his as his hand stopped just an inch from cupping her cheek. “Well… let’s hope you’re as good as you think you are, Chuck, because I am.” She notified him with her own warning and promise, her eyes narrowing and flashing defiance and confidence and he inclined his head in a formal and strangely stately acknowledgement before she lowered her head and swallowed him whole.

Chuck gasped, groaned, moaned, hissed and growled, his noises of enjoyment and strain mixing with her muffled sighs and moans and the explicit liquid slurp of her lips, tongue and throat caressing every millimeter of his length as her head bobbed at a steady, but increasing pace. She occasionally swept her hair out of her face and flicked her eyes up to his face when the angle allowed to find his teeth gritted and his jaw clenching with strained. His eyes narrowed, but never closed completely as she adjusted to accommodate his undulating hips. She fleetingly wondered if she had stipulated that he remain still too, he would have been able to manage that as well. “Christ, you are good.” He panted, his words dying in a whine as she took him all the way into her throat and held him there, while fondling his balls, his hard flat stomach shuddering against her forehead through the silk of his shirt. She heard his breathing change, slowing down and becoming measured, loud and aggressive in the silence of the limo, in through his mouth and out through his nose, his lips drawn back and his teeth bared as he mastered himself. His eyes flashing a mixture of defiance and determination while his fists flexed above her head and she could see sweat on his brow.

Vanessa shifted slightly onto her side, enough to snake her hand down to fumble blindly with the buttons at the front of her jeans. She managed to free them and then worm her way into her panties. Her lips vibrated around his cock as her fingers found her clit and delved into the steamy, roiling swamp of her snatch. She suddenly wanted him to wind his fingers into her hair and be the one guiding her bobbing head so that she could pay more attention to her self-exploration. The angle was awkward, her range of motion restricted and she couldn’t quite get the rhythm of sparking, pulsing pleasure she needed. “The rules be damned. Weren’t they meant to be broken? Wasn’t that what all this was about?” She thought frantically considering grabbing and guiding his hands to where she wanted them. His dick was twitching continuously, a steady stream of his precum joining her saliva. In a freaky reversal of roles, she was the one that almost conceded, but the buzzer of the intercom sounding and four little words from his driver: We’re here, Master Bass.” saved her the effort because his hips bucked hard as his hand descended on her head and with a grunt and a strangled cry he started to pump his seed down her throat.

The speed and intensity of his climax as he expanded and contracted against the tight embrace of her throat caught her a little off guard and she struggled against his grasp to get some respite as she suddenly felt like she was choking on his hot, thrusting, pulsing and spurting member. She finally pulled her hand away from her sex as panic set in and dug her nails into his thighs, hard and then his hands were suddenly gone and she could lift up enough to receive the last heavy spurts of his essence in her mouth and allowing her to calm down and swallow the rest. She raised her head and swept back her hair, which had fallen across her face feeling sweat on her face as well, to find him with a heaving chest, looking a little wild-eyed and shocked and holding his hands up palms forward as if in surrender. “Oh shit… I’m sorry.” He apologized with sincerity, blinking and licking his swollen lower lip as if he were trying to process his actions. She nursed the last few drops of his ejaculate from his slit and planted a soft kiss on his tip, making his manhood lurch I response. She showed him his cum on her tongue for a moment and then swallowed it with a dramatized show of relish. “Why are you sorry? You won or maybe survived is a better term.” She responded cheekily.

“I didn’t mean to hold you down like that. I… I just got a little caught up in the moment. You really, really had me worked up.” He explained unnecessarily. “To the victor go the spoils, I guess.” She off handedly dismissed the incident although she felt a thrill and a strong sense of power, accomplishment and satisfaction that she could affect him to such a degree. He captured her wrist and drew her hand to his lips. She could see her cream glistening on two of her finger before he stuck them in his mouth and sucked them clean. He dropped her hand and quicker than she would have thought possible he pulled her into his arms and lowered his lips to hers in a hungry, probing kiss. She melted into it, her eyes fluttering closed after she noted he had no reaction to tasting himself on her lips, even as she tasted herself on his.

Vanessa groaned into his mouth as he slid a hand into the open front of her jeans and under the waistband of her panties. His nimble fingers found her clit and caressed her slick folds. His thumb rolled her sensitive bundle of nerves with tight little spirals of heat and pressure that translated into waves of pleasure that radiated into her loins. He continued to plunder her mouth leaving her breathless as her hips undulated and she ground against his pleasure giving hand, her sex clutched at his invading fingers as they sawed in and out of her. She surrendered to him, moaning and panting as he lifted his lips from hers to nuzzle and suck at the pulse point at the side of her neck and his hand moved faster, fingers curling to caress just the right spots. She felt her sex quiver and then a tremor ran through her core as the fuse his skillful ministrations had lit reached her core and ignited the powder keg of explosive energy that had pooled there. She gasped and cried out, sharp and loud, her eyes snapping wide as her body went rigid as the electric charge of her climax locked up her muscles as it electrified her nerves and made her blood sing in her ears. Waves of intense pleasure lashed her senses and she fought for breath as she rode out her orgasm, her sex clenching and squeezing at his fingers as they twisted and shifted back and forth, to fuel her climax with fresh sparks of sensation.

She whimpered softly as the pleasure started to ebb and frantically grabbed his wrist to still his hand and stop it from stimulating over-sensitive flesh. “Enough… Please.” She panted, licking her lips as she tried to still her hips that continued to slowly undulate against his hand. “Damn. I’m never going to get tired of seeing that. You almost glow when you climax, do you know that?” he informed her, brushing stray tendrils of sweat-damp hair out of her face. “No… I’ve never had a mirror around when I do.” She admitted as the pounding of her heart against her ribcage subsided and the ability to draw oxygen from the air returned. “We’ll have to do something about that.” He proposed and kissed her, soft and slow, the perfect accompaniment as she transitioned from the frenzied exultation of climax to the blissful calm of satiation.

Vanessa waited for the little voices of guilt and regret or self-chastisement to make themselves heard as she floated in the aftermath of her orgasm and in the solid warmth of his arms and kiss, but instead what she found was her imagination candidly and rather graphically considering the potential of what they had just started. “Who’s twisted now, indeed.” She thought as she curled an arm around his neck and with a soft sigh, kissed him back.

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