Bought And Paid For

TITLE: Bought And Paid For AUTHOR: Midknight CHAPTER: 6 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 SIX They were in the back of his limousine; discreetly parked a couple of blocks from her home and Jenny's blonde head was slowly rising and falling above his lap. Chuck gathered her hair away from her face and held it on top of her head so that he could watch his cock disappear into her mouth and into the tight, caressing confines of her throat. He sat close to the door and she was stretched out across the seat on her stomach. The blouse of her school uniform and her bra lay on the floor while her panties dangled from her right ankle, which swayed slightly from side to side. She still wore her skirt, but he had flipped it up to fondle her ass and her snatch as she sucked his dick. She really was a good cocksucker and practice just added technique to her natural talent. She moaned around his cock as he slid two fingers into her steamy snatch while teasing her asshole with his thumb. She still flinched slightly whenever he touched her there, but she no longer had the abject fear of anal penetration. He found it strange and amusing that Jenny was now actually his longest standing sexual partner as their arrangement reached its two-week mark. He usually didn't care for seconds, much less thirds from his conquests, the challenge pretty much over once their panties hit the floor He'd even slept with her on occasion, actually slept. She intrigued and surprised him. She no longer fought him, but still had not lost her sass or fire either. In certain instances she still showed girlish naivetŽ, but at other times she was all woman and like now, simply sexy as hell. Knowing she was at his beck and call had also seemed to amp up his libido. Just thinking about what he could do to her or have her do had him at half-mast almost all the time. Thirteen days earlier... They'd gone to sleep on opposite sides of his bed as she positioned herself as far from him as the large bed allowed. He'd made her remove her robe out of principle hardly having time to enjoy her nudity as she quickly slid under the covers without a word. He'd simply snorted in amusement and switched off the lights, deciding not to press the matter. Things had changed during the night and he had been surprised to find himself waking up with her naked, slumbering form nestled warmly against his side. At rest, she looked younger, innocent and incredibly adorable and his generally half hearted morning wood turned to teak. He ran his hand up from her thigh over the swell of her hips, into the valley of her waist and then along her ribs to cup her breast. She stirred a little, but didn't wake as he fondled the firm globe and lightly toyed with her nipple, feeling it come to attention between his fingers. She sighed softly as he continued to caress her while he shifted and readied himself. He pressed his lips to hers and rolled her onto her back while shifting on top of her and between her all in one fluid motion. Jenny started to return his kiss and then her eyes popped open and she tensed under him, making a muffled squeak against his lips. He saw surprise and confusion flicker to fear and then resigned understanding as she remembered where she was and why she was there with him. He sucked at her lower lip for a moment as he pressed himself between her folds to make sure she was aware of his rampant state. He lifted his head and looked down at her. "Good Morning, Jenny." He greeted her and thrust his hips forward at the same time. His aim was true and he slid into her, the heat and pressure of her tight channel surrounding him. Her hands came up and pressed against her shoulders as if to try and push him away, but froze and then dropped away as she sucked in a sharp breath and spread her legs, almost in defense, to accommodate him as he stretched and filled her tight snatch. He ground against her and with a hand on her hip encouraged her to undulate along with him. She turned her face away when he tried to kiss her again and he grasped her chin and pulled it back to face him. "Don't be that way." He instructed and captured her lips in a hungry kiss, maintaining his hold until with a moan she returned the kiss and opened her mouth to his probing tongue to massage it with hers. He rocked his hips, sawing in and out of her with shallow, slow strokes, keeping as much of himself inside her sweet embrace as possible as he screwed her at a languid, comfortable pace. She seemed to try and remain detached and inactive as if she were simply enduring his use of her, but her body betrayed her as she felt her grow wetter and her hips undulated to match the leisurely rhythm of his thrusts. Her hands also clenched and tugged at handfuls of the sheets to either side of her. He caressed the backs of her thighs as her drew them up, the insides smooth against his side and then she curled her legs around him, changing her angle and allowing him to go deeper. He relinquished her lips and sucked, nipped and nuzzled at her neck and throat, her breasts flattening against his chest as she panted heavily, groaned or moaned in sync with his thrusts. Despite his slow pace, he felt his climax start to build. He very seldom, well actually with only with one other person, allowed himself the luxury of having then in his bed first thing in the morning. He had to tug at he hands to get them to release the sheets and twined his fingers with hers and drew them upward and above her head. He had all his weight on her, his skin sliding along hers as he picked up the pace. Her fingers flexed against his to the rhythm of his now rapidly pumping shaft. Her sex slid around him. A silk covered fist, on a hot film of sex grease that she seemed to replenish each time he speared into the pulsing furnace of her core. Each stroke sent pleasure pooling into his balls, tightening the sweet tension that held his essence at bay. He clenched his jaw for a moment and then simply surrendered, driving himself hard into her and continuing to hump as he expanded against her tight channel and pumping his seed into her with a series of satisfied grunts, the small of his back twitching and his spine curving into a vibrating bow as he experienced a delicious wave of pleasure with each contracting eruption. He felt her clench and relax around him in quick succession, but he didn't think she was coming, amongst other telltale signs, she was also too quiet as he emptied himself into her. He collapsed on top of her for a moment, as his climax ran it's course and momentarily took his strength with it. "I could get used to this first thing in the morning thing." He thought as he caught his breath and then rolled off her, pulling out of her making her groan as he slid free even though her snatch clenched in an attempt to keep him where he was. He lay on his back for a few moments and then rolled onto his side to look at her. her face was turned away from him. "You didn't climax." He stated with certainty as he reached out and started to toy with her nipple. "So what... As if you care. You did, that's all that matters, isn't it?." She acknowledged quietly. "The principle is sound, but your conclusion is not. I like seeing you orgasm, you have no idea how sexy you look when you do." He told her as she turned her head to look at him. "Now... Why don't you finish what I started?" he suggested and he saw a frown mar her smooth forehead. Chuck slowly and deliberately pulled the covers away from her to reveal her body below her waist and then ran his hand back up along her thigh while he let his gave sweep over her lush form. He took her hand from where it lay limply at her side and then guided it onto her crotch. Her eyes widened as she grasped his meaning and he found it adorable, considering the intimacies they'd already shared, her cheeks colored with embarrassment. He guided her hand between her thighs and curled her weakly resisting fingers to slide through her slick folds. He held them there until he was sure she wouldn't pull them away as soon as he let go. He shifted slightly closer, but not quite touching her, his face hovering over hers. "Show me how you like to touch yourself." He instructed her quietly. "I don't..." she started, pulling her hand away from her sex, but words faltered as he grasped her wrist, stopping her. "Don't lie to me, Jenny. I want to see you come. Show me what you like, Little J. You never know what benefits you might gain." He said, letting a hint of threat as well as promise. He raised and eyebrow ever so slightly and then nodded for her to proceed. He stared back at her large, pretty grey eyes as they searched his, trying to gauge the flexibility of his will. He held her gaze evenly and unblinking until she slowly closed her eyes in resignation and he let his gaze slide down her body to watch her hand creep slowly back between her legs. Chuck laid his hand lightly on her knee and guided her legs further apart so that he had a better view as she started to caress her folds. Her hips started to undulate slowly as he watched her saw her finger back and forth over the little pearl of her clit while it slid through her folds and lightly probed her snatch. Her other hand clutched at her breast and he was a little surprised at how roughly she treated her nipple as she rolled, tweaked, pinched and stretched it, while sighing and moaning. "Now doesn't that feel good?" he asked rhetorically, leaning down to whisper into the shell of her ear as she pleasured herself. She started to moan louder and breath faster as she set a second finger delving into her sex while her thumb took over the duty of stimulating her clit. Her undulations became more pronounced and her moans took on a whinier note. Her eyelids fluttered, but didn't quite close as her head thrashed slowly from side to side while her straight white teeth worried at her full lower lip. "Don't hold back now." He prompted as she squeezed and pulled at her whole breast and not just her nipple as she started to frig herself faster with tight little circles right on her clit. Jenny looked absolutely hot and his dick was slowly pulsing its way back to full erection. Chuck knew she was close as he saw her taut little belly quiver and he couldn't resist lightly laying his hand over the gentle curve to feel the tremors transfer into his hand from her warm, smooth skin. Her eyes shot open at his touch and then fluttered closed again as he lightly rubbed and caressed her trembling torso. "Do it... Cum for me, Jenny." He urged as he felt a shudder run through her and her feature tensed, her jaw clenching as she panted faster and thrummed her thumb back and forth across the little pearl of her clit while her fingers plunged wetly into her snatch. Chuck leaned down and captured the nipple not being mauled by her hand, circled it quickly with his tongue and then sucked hard as he also squeezed it between his teeth. She gasped, short and sharp and then cried out, a piercing sound of release in the silence of his bedroom as her back arched, pressing her against his mouth and hand. He sucked hard once more, feeling her body jerk before raising his head to drink in the spectacle of her climax. She was a stunning, sexy tableaux of erotic beauty. Her eyes were tightly shut, her mouth wide and her head pressed back into the pillow beneath it as her cry stuttered and became a whimpering whine. Her fingers flexed against the firm globe of her breast, her other hand was clutched over her crotch, her thighs clamped around it as she twitched and quivered under his hand. She looked absolutely hot and sexy as she rode the crest of her orgasm in tense vibrating, mewling waves. His dick, once again rock solid, twitched and drooled against his stomach and it took more restraint than he would have thought to allow the intensity of her orgasm to subside and the tension to drain from her spine lowering her back onto the sheets before he acted. Her hand rested limply on her breast, and it rose and fell with her heaving chest. He took her unresisting hand away from her crotch, finding her fingers moist and slippery. "No." she whined softly, but made no other move to stop him as he spread her legs apart and climbed on top of her and between them again. She whimpered as he set himself at her entrance and slowly thrust into her. "See what watching you climax does to me?" he asked rhetorically. She was slick and hot with sex grease and he slid into her like a hot knife through butter even as her channel pulse, flexed and clenched around him. He felt another shudder go through her and she gasps and panted rapidly as his body met hers and he rolled his hips to stir her steamy, moist core with the length of his man hood as it caressed him with delectable friction, heat and pressure. Her hands pressed against his chest as if to push him away and then her fingers just flexed against the muscles as he rocked his hips, screwing her with short, slow strokes as he rested more of his weight on her lush frame. He lowered his head and hunched his spine to capture one of her hard, puffy nipples, feeling the collision of his hips with hers vibrating her skin against his lips. He suckled, licked and nipped at the sweet, hard little nub, making her groan and moan as her body undulated jerkily under his, not quite syncing with his thrusting and retreating shaft. He raised his head from her breast, stretching her nipple between his teeth before letting go. The firm pillows of her breasts flattened under his chest, two warm pools of heat as he brought his face to hers. Her eyes were open, but wild and glazed and her tongue continually whipped out to make a flicking circuit of her lips. He brushed stray, sweat-damp tendrils of her blonde hair out of her face before he placed several short soft, sucking kisses on her parted lips. Chuck's need for release spiked as he watched her expression flitted from pleasure to pain and back to pleasure as he slid through her climax sensitized core. He rested his forearm next to her face and let his fingers tangle in the hair on top of her head, cradling it and bracing her as he started to thrust harder and faster. Each thrust produced a soft cry from her and a heavy exhalation from him as pleasure surged into him from the feel of the super-heated furnace of her snatch and sexual energy pooled in his balls. Chuck thrust harder and faster still, giving himself over to the pleasure with wild abandon. She cried out and he felt her nails dig into the skin over his shoulder blades as she shuddered and her sex attempted to lock around his pumping shaft. It was unsuccessful, betrayed by a fresh torrent of slippery cream and overpowered by the demanding, unrelenting buck of his hips, he continued to stab into her molten core until with a cry of his own he found release. Sharp, staccato bursts of pleasure accompanied the contraction and expansion of his cock against the snug walls of her fluttering sex as he pumped his seed into her. His back tensed and relaxed as he ground against her writhing body underneath his as she whimpered and whined through another series of orgasms he could feel pulsing around his shaft. His climax ran its course and as his spasms decreased, he pulled out and rolled off of her to lie on his back, still breathing hard from the exertion. Jenny shifted onto her side, her back to him and drew her knees up to curl into a shuddering fetal ball, still softly whimpering. Jenny flinched when he touched her shoulder and then shrugged away from his grasp. He heard her sniffle. "If I hurt you, I'm sorry. I just got a little excited and carried away. You're one sexy, hot chick when you climax." He admitted as he felt the sweat dry on and cool his skin while he breathed in the sweet perfume of sex that still lingered in the air. She made no response and he simply luxuriated in the aftermath of the satisfaction he had taken from her. After a while she seemed to relax, her legs straightening as she rolled onto her stomach, her cheek resting on her forearm. He could see tear tracks on her cheek and it bothered him a little more than he would have liked. "You didn't hurt me... much." She informed him softly, her tone just slightly smug at belittling his opinion of his effect on her. "Oh really? Well then, why were you crying?" he enquired. "Why?" he insisted when she not only didn't reply, but also turned her face away from him again. "Why?!" he repeated again and grabbing her far shoulder pulled and turned her roughly onto her back and straddled her at the same time. "Get off! Get off me!!" she shouted and battered at his arms and chest and bucked in an attempt to dislodge him. He captured her wrists, pinning them above her head and thrust his weight down on her to still her struggles, but she continued to wriggle and thrash. "You're getting me excited again." He warned and she finally stilled although fire still flashed in her eyes. He smiled at that as his face hovered over hers. "If I didn't hurt you , why were you crying?" he repeated his question fully and slowly, putting an edge to his tone that spoke of unpleasant consequences should she not answer, his hands flexing around her wrists in emphasis. She grimaced slightly and he eased up on the pressure. "Tell me." He growled surprised at the anger he felt. Why was he caring why she cried? He'd gotten what he wanted and was going to get it as often as he liked. But, he'd thought they'd gotten passed that point and he hadn't been that rough with her. He shook her and his limp dick slapped against her belly. "Because I liked it! It felt good, even when it hurt!" she yelled into his face and he couldn't stop the laughter that bubbled out of his throat at her admission. "Asshole!" she spat at him and he attempted to modulate his mirth. "Jenny, Sweetie... You're supposed to like it." He chuckled. "Not like this... Not with you." She argued with righteous certainty and he laughed again. "You're just getting caught up in the details and circumstances, My Dear. You should be grateful you enjoy what we're doing, not crying about it. You should never be ashamed of liking sex. You're mine, we've established that..." he paused until she nodded before continuing, "We're going to have sex, all kinds of sex and a lot of it. You don't have a choice in the matter, so don't you think it would be better to enjoy it some, maybe even most of the time instead of hating it all of the time?" he mused and he could see the certainty waver in her eyes. " I hope to educate you about many, many things, show you what that hot little body of yours is capable of, My Little J, but learn this: Take pleasure when you can and enjoy it because it isn't always that easy to find." He instructed and lowered his lips to hers. Her eyes held his for a moment, defiant, her mouth closed and stiff under his and then her eyelids fluttered closed and her mouth opened his to accept his kiss with a sigh. He took his time enjoying the simple pleasure of exploring her lips and mouth, her body shifting slowly and sinuously under him, her smooth skin sliding against his in a silken caress. His dick stirred, but came nowhere near becoming erect. Chuck eventually broke their kiss and released the now light grip on her wrist as he rolled off her. He was amused that her lips followed his until he was out of reach. He blindly reached for the nightstand next to the bed and finding the phone ordered nearly everything he could remember being on the hotel's breakfast menu. He heard her make a disgusted sound and turned to see her hand lift from between her legs covered in a mixture of his seed and her cream. It was wicked and uncalled for, but he told her to lick her fingers clean. She gave him a shocked, disgusted look, but he simply stared at her with his eyebrow slightly quirked in silent resolve until she hesitantly brought her fingers to her lips. The revulsion was clear on her face as she pressed the first joints of her two coated fingers into her mouth. He barely held back his laughter as she frowned and then cleaned off the rest of her digits. He chuckled and shook his head. "Go and shower. You know where the new toothbrushes are. When you're done cancel whatever plans you have. After breakfast we're going shopping. The lingerie you chose was cute, but I think we can do better, plus I have a hankering to see you in black leather." He instructed and she simply stared at him as if mulling over his words before she rolled out of the bed and headed to the bathroom without comment. TO BE CONTINUED