Bought And Paid For

TITLE: Bought And Paid For AUTHOR: Midknight CHAPTER: 3 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 THREE Chuck toyed with her because it amused him. Over, the next few days, he sent her texts at random with greetings and innuendo-laden messages, but no commands. He occasionally sent them when he could watch her. Each and every time he did, Jenny would freeze at seeing whom the message was from and it sent an enjoyable little thrill through him. He knew he was being unusually cruel, even for him, but he really could not help himself and didn't actually make an effort to do so. He was tempted to keep up the game, but the desire to play with her more directly, more physically got the better of him. Anticipation was fun, but action and satisfaction were better. He positioned himself where he could see her, but couldn't be seen himself as he waited for her to cross the atrium on her way to the steps for lunch. He'd prepared the text message and simply waited for her arrival, his thumb lightly stroking the send key on his mobile. The message read: "My suite. 4pm. Remember the rules :) Don't be l8. PS. If you're wearing those Plain Jane undies of yours, I suggest you aren't when I see you." He waited patiently until he had a clear view of her and hit send. Jenny fished her phone out of her bag and he watched as she froze before flicking open the phone and then went a perceptible shade paler. One of her friends asked her something and he assumed it was if she was okay. He watched as Jenny plastered a smile on her face and waved her friend off. Chuck noticed that Jenny was wearing a unique clip in her hair and he couldn't resisted messing with her a little more, so he quickly sent her another text: "That's an interesting clip you're wearing. I'll make sure it's the only thing u get to keep on." Jenny touched the clip and then looked around wildly, but Chuck knew there was no way she could see him and chuckled softly at her consternation as she still scanned her surroundings as she hesitantly followed her friends. He was going to enjoy this afternoon and those that he would make sure were to come. He checked his watch. It was ten to four. He shifted the recliner slightly and dragged a small table next to it. He placed his laptop on it and called up the Gossip Girl site before angling it so that someone facing him would see it. He looked over at the decanter of Scotch and shook his head ruefully before settling back on the recliner. He got up again and after a little rummaging found an empty disc case and placed it next to the laptop. "The devil's in the details after all." He thought with a self-congratulatory grin. His tie still hung loosely around his neck and he took it off as again settled in the recliner. He was already at half mast with anticipation. He glanced at his watch. It read four twelve. He raised an eyebrow. "Did little Jenny suddenly grow a spine and decide to call my bluff?" he wondered and it surprised him that the idea didn't upset him more. That didn't stop the smug smile from spreading onto his face as there was a sudden, frantic knocking at his door. "It isn't locked!" he called out and heard the door open and shut quickly before Jenny all but stumbled into the room, flushed and breathing hard. She must have been running and her chest heaved prettily as she tried to catch her breath. She froze as he let his fingers linger over the enter button on the keyboard of his lap top. He made sure she could see which site he was on before with a calculated sigh he shut the laptop. "You're late. Please don't do so again." He suggested in a tone that made the implied threat crystal clear. "I... I'm... Sorry... I..." she stammered and he held up a hand. "Don't bother explaining. Just don't let it happen again." He magnanimously dismissed the issue. "Now, why do still have your clothes on?" he wondered, keeping his face serious although her consternation and confusion at his sudden change of tack amused him. "What?" she asked incredulously. "Clothes... You still have them on... Why?" he repeated slowly. "I... I..." Jenny tried to formulate some kind of answer. He sighed and let his hand rest on the laptop. "Get undressed, Jenny." He instructed watching her grey eyes lock onto his hand as he tapped it on the laptop. Her bag dropped to the floor with a thud and then she was unbuttoning her blouse. He took his hand off the laptop and steepled them in front of him, watching as she revealed her lithe, pale body to him. "Stop." He commanded when she reached back to unclasp her bra while she was still wearing her skirt. "Get down to bra and panties. You've made a very nice choice." He commanded. The bra was black and lacy and making the assumption that the panties matched, the contrast made her skin seem even paler. She shot him a look, but unzipped her skirt, let it fall to the floor and stepped out of it. He had been right. The panties were a bit conservative for his tastes, almost hot pants, but the overall affect was stunning. The only thing missing were stockings and garters, but there would be time for that. He watched as she shifted uncomfortably under his gaze and he wondered if she noticed his erection now tenting the front of his trousers. He gesture slowly with one finger for her to turn, making sure she saw him undo his belt before her back was to him as she spun slowly in place, back rigid and tense. "Very nice... Very nice, indeed." He complimented her, his only response from her another glare as she once again faced him. "You're going to have to learn to relax or you're just simply never going to enjoy any of this, Jenny. Treat it like a burden and it will be one." He informed her. "As if I'd ever enjoy..." she spat at him, but stopped when he raised a finger, his face going hard and cold as he leaned forward. "You'll enjoy it if I tell you to enjoy it." He growled and was gratified to see her take an involuntary step back. "Now, fix me a scotch, two fingers and two ice cubes." He instructed, his voice suddenly relaxed and calm once again as he settled back. He kept his smile internal as she rushed to make his drink. The key was to keep her off balance, to remain indecipherable and keep her doubting herself. If he did what he intended to do this afternoon she would need less handling and the games would be more fun, but for now he needed her to know she was dominated. He grabbed a throw pillow and dropped it in front of him as she brought him his drink. He could see her hand tremble and the ice made a musical chime as it hit the sides of the tumbler. "Thank you." He said, taking the drink before she spilled any. "You can take those off now. " he mentioned almost as an after thought and watched as, only a moment's hesitation, she revealed the rest of her body to him. He noted that the bruises he had left on her hips hadn't quite faded yet. "Now let's see if you remember your lessons, shall we?" he suggested, settling back into his seat and spreading his legs and raising the tumbler to his lips. He saw her steel herself, a slight tightening of the jaw and a squaring of the shoulders before she slowly sunk to her knees on the pillow he had provided. He deliberately feigned more interest in savoring his drink than to what she was doing as she hesitantly reached for his now hard cock although her hand felt good, warm and soft as she reached into his boxers and fished him out. She cast her eyes up at him, wide and bright with a silent plea, her breath held in hope. He let a smirk slide onto his face. "Don't be shy." He encouraged, watching her eyes dull with resignation. The extra heat of her breath on his dickhead as she lowered her head was an exquisite preview of the wet heat of her mouth engulfing him. Feigning a lack of interest suddenly became a little harder as her mouth worked its way down his length and her head started to slowly bob, the tight seal of lips sliding along his skin like warm, wet velvet and her swirling tongue a velvet caress, but he kept his breathing steady and his hips still. Chuck let his free hand lightly rest on her head, running his fingers through her hair, stroking it out of her face so that he could see without its obstruction as more of himself disappeared into her sweet, sucking mouth, her slender hand slowly, rhythmically squeezing and twisting around his base. He figured she'd stop when he hit the entrance to her throat, but to his surprise and delight, with only a slight pause to reposition herself she worked him into the tight confines of her throat. He stifled a groan on the rim of the tumbler, the ice cooling his lips as he held it there for a moment. Jenny was breathing heavily through her nose as she swallowed, rippling her throat around his erection as she buried her pale nose in his nest of dark pubes and held it there for a few moments. That's remarkably good, Jenny. I've said it before and I'll say it again: You're a natural." He complimented her as she slowly drew her head back up, lifting her mouth completely off him to take a deep breath, a thick rope of spittle still connecting her lips to his manhood. He caught a flash in her eye just before she lowered her head, without response, to start the process all over again. He almost nodded with admiration as he worked out her ploy. She thought to sate him with her mouth to avoid any other things he might have planned. A decent strategy, given her options and she was really good, but she had forgotten one simple fact, he was Chuck Bass and this was only her third blowjob. Chuck relaxed, letting his hips thrust slowly as she bobbed her head, sliding himself just that little deeper than she would be comfortable with. She was really trying her best, as she even started to fondle his balls, but he had himself firmly in control, dissipating the tension growing in his belly with a resolute force of will to the point where it was simply a general hum of enjoyment. He let that enjoyment show on his face, for her eyes to see when they flicked up to his face, encouragement and false hope that her ploy might work. He even went so far as to drop the tumbler to the carpet next to the recliner to sell the performance. Chuck admired her tenacity, she kept going for quite some time before her eyes started to flick up to his more often and she started to shift, almost fidget and finally her rhythm started to falter. Jenny dragged her mouth off him with a gasp and panted, eyes cast down, shoulders drooping. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand before she slowly raised her head. He beamed at her. "Jaw and throat starting to hurt a little? Maybe a little light headed too?" he enquired and he saw a frown crease her smooth forehead under her fringe. "You needed to pace yourself better, work the tip to give yourself some rest, but definitely an 'A' for effort. I am going to screw you, Jenny. Actually, you are going to screw me." He continued smugly, watching the realization that he had known what she was trying to do all along. Fire and anger flashed in her. "I fucking hate you, Chuck!" She snarled, pulling herself to her feet, only to stumble with the head rush as well as he guessed the pins and needles in her legs from having knelt for so long. He deftly caught her hips and pulled her forward to settle on his thighs, straddling them. She struggled against him, trying to rise. "Simmer down." He instructed before having to relinquish his hold on her hips you capture her hands as she attempted to claw at his face. "Simmer down, Now!" he commanded, roaring right in her face as he tightened his grip on her wrists, feeling the bones grind together drawing a gasp of pain from her before she stopped struggling, wide eyed and open mouthed. He captured her lips in a rough, hard, demanding kiss, his tongue twining with hers. He released her wrists to grab the back of her head and her fists drummed against his shoulders as she struggled to pull away from him, but he gave her no quarter. Her breasts flattened against his chest and her struggles only succeeded in rubbing the hot points of her nipples against his skin, causing them to stiffen as well as grinding her crotch against his sex. Chuck tangled his fingers into her hair and then roughly yanked back, making her cry out as he broke the kiss. "Jenny." He said her name coldly, tightening his grip in her hair to get her attention and get her to stop struggling. Tears stood, unshed in her eyes as she finally settled, breathing hard, her lips swollen from the voracity of his kiss. "Why? Why are you doing this?" she asked sniffing, misery in her voice. "Let's not rehash that tired old topic. Just know that I will for as long as I want." He informed her harshly, pulling at her hair and making her grimace. "Oh Jenny, I don't like hurting you. Well, that's not entirely true, but I don't want to have to hurt you. This can be fun, if you let it." He told her, relaxing his grip on her hair. "But I don't want..." she started, but he cut her off as he tightened his grip again. He sighed. "You just don't seem to understand, Jenny. What you want doesn't matter anymore. What you should be concerning yourself with is what you end up getting. I am going to fuck you, Jenny, do all kinds of things to you, have you do all kinds of things, and I am going to enjoy it every time. Whether you get some enjoyment out of it is going to be up to you. But, I guarantee you won't get any if you continue to fight me at every turn. Jenny, you need to accept the inevitability of the situation. You... Are... Mine." He explained, his dark eyes searching her light ones for understanding. Her eyes closed and a single tear slid from the corner of her left eye and down her cheek. He wiped it lightly away with his thumb. "Now kiss me." He instructed softly. He remained perfectly still as she drew in a shuddering breath. The moment drew out, as he made no other effort to coerce her into doing his bidding. The next few minutes would define the rest of their relationship, such as it was. He hadn't been lying he would enjoy fucking her, taking her against her will as he had before, but that would only be fun for so long. He had bigger plans for her than that. There was also a streak of iron in her, a strength that he had caught glimpses of that excited him, but also left the possibility of her calling his bluff if pushed too far. He needed her to submit while believing that her situation wasn't all bad and this was the moment where that either happened or didn't. He felt a tremor run through her and then she leaned forward and hesitantly pressed her lips to his. He kissed her back slowly, caressing the back of her head, guiding it gently to cement their lip lock. He let his tongue probe lightly between her lips until she parted them allowing him access. He let the tip of his tongue fence with hers, enticing it to follow his until it tangled and wrestled with his and her kiss was no longer tentative. He let her maintain control of the kiss for a few more minutes and then broke it, nipping and pulling at her full lower lip. "At a girl. See that wasn't so bad." He praised her; letting his hands slide down her back to lightly fondle the firm globes of her ass. "Stop talking, Chuck... Please... Just don't say anything more." She almost pleaded. "As long as you know what I want next." He stipulated, flicking his eyes downward and her eyes followed his gaze to his erection trapped between them. Chuck slid his hands onto her hips and she only offered a moment of resistance before letting him guide her upward and over him. His dick head slid through her folds, feeling heat radiate off her, but failed to find her opening. "Guide me." He suggested softly and she let her hand drop down between them to grasp his cock and hold it steady while he lowered her and wedged himself into her entrance. "Just relax." He coaxed as he felt her tense and her nails pressed into his skin as she gripped his shoulders. He leaned his head forward and captured her lower lip, sucking on it until she started to kiss him. He let her immerse herself in the kiss, take control of it, her hand actually curling around his neck, before he relaxed his grip and let her sink onto him. Jenny gasped into his mouth, her half lidded eyes snapping open as he felt her flesh reluctantly stretch as he filled her and sweet pressure and luxurious heat surrounded him. Her sex clutched at him, trying to stall his process, but gravity would not be denied. He kept the smug smile of satisfaction off his face as he noted that her body had betrayed her, she was quite wet. The tight embrace of her nearly virgin sex created a delicious slow trail of fiery friction along his length until she settled on his lap and he was engulfed in her pulsing, molten core. He watched as she blinked and with a soft groan shifted her hips slowly from side to side as she adjusted to him. He nuzzled and sucked at her neck and let his hands draw abstract patterns as they stroked up and down her back. Chuck grasped her waist and slowly pulled her up, barely an inch and then let her settle again. She drew in a sharp breath when he did, but made no other form of protest. He repeated the process and by slow degrees increased the length of her rise and added a little impetus to her fall, guiding her hips in little circles when they were connected. He kept his eyes locked to hers, watching them widen or tense or go soft depending on how they moved. He captured her lips in a demanding, lusty kiss as they ground together and she returned it without pause. He continued to guide her, experimenting with pace, rhythm and angle. She was an exquisite caress as she rose and fell along his length. She nuzzled and licked at his neck as he did hers. "Now... you do it." He whispered into the shell of her ear, nipping at her earlobe and letting go of her waist. He timed his request to perfection, she had steadily grown wetter, her moans and groans having nothing to do with discomfort and he could feel the telltale quivers of a building climax run through her when he ground her clit against him. Her conscious mind might have resisted, found the idea repugnant, but it was no longer in control of her body as she strained to continue rising and falling on his cock. "That's it, Jenny. Screw me." He encouraged as he wrapped an arm around the small of her back for support, allowing her to arch over it as he captured her breast with his free hand, cupping, weighing and squeezing it before he lowered his head and fed her nipple into his mouth. He felt her shudder and press her flesh into his mouth as he sucked on the hard nub before flicking it and swirling his tongue around it. He switched to the other taut brown peak, feeling the beat of her racing heart against his hand as she started to pant, with both exertion and excitement. The recliner creaked, squeaked and rocked slightly in protest as it absorbed the excess energy of their vigorous movements. His need for release was also growing urgent and the tight, hot onslaught of her snatch, but she wasn't quite where he wanted her yet, almost, but not quite. He raised his head, gritting his teeth for a moment before facing her. "It feels good, Jenny. Doesn't it?" he asked her, tilting his head one way and then the other as he tried to maintain eye contact with her as she shook her head. "N...N... No. No. No." she almost wailed in denial even as he felt her sex pulsed, flexed and twitched around him as she continued to rise and fall. "You don't want to believe it, but it does. It feels really good. You can feel that sweet tension, that tingling, buzzing deep inside you. You've felt it before, when you first started to explore your body, late at night or in the shower when you touch yourself, but its different, wilder, hotter, more insistent. It scares you a little, but it also thrills you. You couldn't stop right now even if you wanted to, but you don't want to, do you, Jenny?" he refuted her denial, his voice low and intimate, his hand lightly stroking her hair as he thrust up into her, making her eyes widen and her fingernails dig into his shoulder. She made soft little cries, each time their bodies met and he ground up into her and he could feel her getting closer. Chuck could see the struggle in her big, beautiful grey eyes, the disbelief at the schism between her the way she felt and what she should be feeling. It was poignant and precisely where he wanted her. "But, it's okay, Jenny. You don't have to fight it. You should enjoy it, revel in it and experience it to the fullest. I want you to. I am going to have you do so many, many things, things you wouldn't even think yourself capable of and you should enjoy at least some of them, maybe even more than you think. Just let go, Jenny. You're mine; bought and paid for, accept it. It's an undeniable fact. Be mine, live with the consequences of your actions and reap some rewards from them." He suggested, keeping his tone even and reasonable as he matched her rhythm with undulating hips, keeping the friction and the pleasure it brought flowing into her, his eyes firmly locked on hers, his hands slowly caressing her smooth skin. She whined and moaned. A shudder went through her as he slid his hand down between them and with practiced ease found and frigged her clit. She slammed down on him as her back arched into a taut bow and she threw her head back with a primal scream of release as her first male induce climax ripped through her body, her already tight snatch flooded with liquid heat as it became a squeezing, twisting vice. Chuck wrapped his arms around her, cradling her to shuddering from to him and pressed his forehead to her shoulder and his lips to the upper curve of her breast before he closed his eyes and let himself go as well. His hips humped, trying to get deeper into her, making her jerk in response as his cock swelled against the delicious pressure of her now rippling channel and then he grunted against her skin as he pumped his seed into her. The pleasure of release radiated into his belly and snaked up his spine in bright, sparking tendrils. His muscles twitched as nerves misfired with the electric storm of sensation and he couldn't help himself and he tested her skin with his teeth. Some small part of him even felt a little guilty for marring her perfect skin, even though he didn't draw blood. Jenny whimpered as her body relaxed in slow degrees, only to tense again as an aftershock of her orgasm pulsed across her nerves. He caressed her back until she finally went limp and slumped against him, resting her cheek on his shoulder. "I hate you. I hate you. I hate you." She repeated over and over again like a mantra. "I know." He acknowledged softly, patting her shoulder and rocking her slightly. The movement shifted his slowly shrinking cock inside her, making her moan, breaking her litany and tense as her sex unconsciously clutched at him. "But, you're not going to fight me any more. Are you, Jenny?" he asked her, lifting and tilting his head and brushing the hair away from her face so that he could see it. He felt her go still against him, not even breathing. "No." she finally replied, exhaling heavily. "Good girl." He praised, but simply she turned her face away from him and rested her other cheek on his shoulder in response. Chuck was under no illusion that he had driven all the fire from her, there was too much metal in her character, He wouldn't have it any other way, a filly without spirit, just would by worth the ride, but she now had a better understanding of her situation and an experience to offset the violent nature of losing her virginity. "Now, let's grab a quick shower and I'll order us something for dinner while you call your dad and tell him... tell him whatever you want as long as he let's you stay out all night without calling anyone." He instructed briskly and she raised and turned her head to look at him, her mouth opening to say something. He raised an eyebrow and her mouth closed, her teeth clicking audibly before she dropped her eyes and she nodded. TO BE CONTINUED