Bought And Paid For

TITLE: Bought And Paid For

AUTHOR: Midknight

CHAPTER: 9 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 NINE

Chuck decided to let her sleep, smiling at how innocent and cute she looked in slumber. He went to his closet and took out a shirt. He dropped it on the bed and then collected her clothes, which he found neatly folded on a chair with him. He collected his paper, which was customarily delivered to his door and then proceeded to order several breakfast options from room service. He settled at the table and thumbed through his newspaper while he waited

He didn’t know if it was the noise of the breakfast being delivered and set out or the wonderful aromas it produced, but a few minutes after the servers had left she appeared at his bedroom door. She was wearing the shirt. It fell just short of her knees and the cuffs hung over her hands. Her hair was tussled and she looked quite fetching. Chuck felt himself start to stiffen as he took a sip of his coffee. “Good morning.” He greeted her as she padded across the room and took the seat across from him. “Morning.” She returned his greeting in a barely audible mumble as she reached for a croissant. He folded his paper and set it aside.

“Did you sleep well?” he enquired in a light tone and she nodded. He watched as she poured herself some orange juice and continued to devour the pastry before reaching for another. He let her eat while he drank his coffee and nibbled at a pastry as well. “Did you enjoy last night?” he asked in the same light tone once he thought she’d blunted the worst of her hunger. Her glass of juice froze halfway to her lips and her eyes finally found his face. “Well, did you?” he persisted. “I hate you.” She responded quietly with a flash of anger in her eyes. “I think we’ve established that already, but that wasn’t what I asked, was it?” he told her, letting just a hint of displeasure, coolly color his tone.

“Yes.” She finally answered in a mumbled whisper, her eyes dropping away from his. “What was that?” he enquired, cocking his ears toward her. He watched her chest rise as she drew a deep breath, her breasts doing interesting things to the front of the shirt. He shifted slightly in his seat as he became fully erect. “Is it wrong that her discomfort aroused him?” he wondered briefly and then realized he didn’t really care. He cocked his ear again. “Yes, damn you, I liked it.” She almost yelled at him, her little fist striking the table, making the dishes on it rattle.

“Nothing to be ashamed of, Pet. There’d be something wrong with you if you didn’t enjoy pleasure.” He told her calmly, earning him another glare. “Come here.” He commanded, putting a steel lash to his voice. She rose without comment and came around the table. “Take my dick out.” He instructed and he saw her shoulders sag before she reached into the fly of his pajama pants and freed his erect manhood. Her hand was wonderfully warm on his throbbing flesh. “Now… Get your leg over.” He continued and she gave him a quizzical frown. “Straddle me.” He explained and she had to hike up the shirt to do it.

He caught her eyes and held them. “Now put me inside you.” He continued. He could see the flare of rebellion in her clear grey eyes and tilted his head and raised an eyebrow to ask her what she was waiting for. “Don’t make me ask again.” He whispered in warning, letting his own eyes blaze with menace. He finally saw resignation slacken her features and she grasped the base of his cock and shifted forward. He felt the heat radiating from her before he felt her folds slide around the pointed head of his cock as she guided him to her entrance. “Stop.” He instructed sharply. “Why don’t you touch yourself, get yourself nice and wet for me first?” he suggested in a tone that left no room for refusal.

Chuck grabbed her hand and before she could react popped two of her fingers into his mouth, sucking on them as he wet them. He pulled them free and then guided her hand down between them. He felt a little shudder go through her as he curled her hand around her crotch and she let her fingers slide across her clit and through her folds. “That’s it.” He encouraged her as he brought his eyes back to her face. The tip of her tongue peeked out and made a slow circuit of her slightly parted lip. Her eyes narrowed slightly and he smiled knowingly at her as he felt her knuckles shift against his thigh as she fingered herself.

“Now… Put me inside you.” He whispered his instruction again. Her tongue peeked out again and then she shifted up and forward, the tip of his cock sliding through her now moist, slick, hot folds. She grasped the base of his cock to steady him as she found her entrance. He heard her breath hitch and watched her eyes widen as she relaxed and slowly slid onto him. He kept his expression cool, but she couldn’t see his knuckles whiten as he gripped the edge of the table on either side of her as delicious pressure and heat enveloped his erection. Her tight channel flexed and clutched at his shaft, its resistance adding to the fiery friction as she inevitably sunk down on him. It seemed to take forever and at the same time not nearly long enough for her to settle onto his lap, her eyes fluttering closed as she squirmed to adjust to him.

Chuck had to concentrate on his breathing as he throbbed against her tight confines. She started to rise and he grasped her hips, holding her in place. Her eyelids rose slowly her light eyes staring into his dark ones. “Stay just like that. I like being inside you like this.” He informed her. “Don’t you like having me inside you? Doesn’t it give you pleasure?” he asked quietly, letting his thumb slide slowly up and down over her taut little belly. “Be honest now.” He stressed as she started to answer. Her eyes dropped away from his for a moment and he forced down an amused chuckle when he saw the faint blooms of a blush spread across her cheeks. He also felt her sex squeeze and twitch around him with a spurt of fresh, velvet cream. He let the curve of his smile widen. “I think that, that answers that, but say the words anyway.” He continued.

“I… I like having you inside me. It… It feels… Feels good.” Jenny admitted softly. “Then why do you fight it? Why do I have to force you to do things that you enjoy?” he enquired as quietly, slowly shifting aside a lock of her hair that had fallen across her face. She paused for a moment as she searched his face, wondering what his questions really meant. “You… You raped me and… And you scare me, and confuse me and you’re blackmailing me, Chuck.” She stated as an answer and he could hear the anger and frustration in her voice. “I did and I am, but I’ve also given you more experience and climaxes than you’ve ever given yourself.” He responded without hesitation or guilt.

He held her gaze, letting the silence grow between them and then he slowly reached up and lightly let his the backs of his fingers slide down her cheek. He let his fingers continue downwards, his fingertips brushing over her pulse point at the side of her neck. Her skin was warm and smooth as he let his hand move into the open vee of the shirt. When they encountered the first button he undid it and he saw the pink tip of her tongue peek out between her lips for a moment. He smiled when she started to squirm on his lap, shifting his shaft inside her. He undid the last button and grasped her waist to hold her still. “Stay still.” He instructed when she continued to squirm while her sex flexed and twisted around him and he let his fingers dig into her skin to emphasize the command, even though it felt wonderful.

Her skin had a pretty flush to it and he felt her flood with warm, slippery arousal. She licked her lips, blinking as she finally stilled. “What are you trying to prove with this, Chuck?” she asked with a nervous tremor in her voice. “Prove? Me? Nothing… I’m just enjoying myself. You know, having a good time.” He replied as he ran his hands up over her ribs and then pushed the shirt off her shoulders. The shirt fell to the floor and he lightly cradled her breasts in his hands, letting his thumbs slowly roll her hard nipples. She’d been leaning away from him, but now she pressed into his hands and he didn’t reprimand her when she started to rock her hips.

“Are you having a good time?” he enquired quietly and closed the short distance between them to press his lips to hers before she could answer. He ignored his rougher tendencies and kissed her the way he’d watched Kate do the evening before. A sigh rumbled softly at the back of her throat as her head tilted to return the kiss. He let his tongue playfully duel with hers, shifting away teasingly when she leaned further into it. He kept teasing her until she wrapped an arm around his neck and her fingers wound into his hair with a kittenish growl. He chuckled against her lips and then let her have control of the kiss. He let a groan slip around their tangled tongues as she started to circle her hips and his own started to undulate to match.

Chuck released one of her breasts while fondling the other more firmly, linking his intensity with that of her kiss. He groped blindly behind her with his free hand until he found the shape he was looking for. He broke the kiss, nipping and pulling at her swollen lower lip as he did. Jenny was breathing hard and her eyes had that wide bright quality he so loved to see in them. He grinned at her and then letting go of her breast, he wrapped his arm around the small of her back and stood, pushing his chair back, making her gasp at the suddenness of his actions. He cleared the table with a sweep of his arm, sending dished and the food on them clattering to the floor before settling her on it. “Lie back.” He instructed and she unhooked her arm from his neck and complied without comment, but her legs curled around him, her thighs warm against his hips, her ankles locking loosely at the base of his spine.

He held up the honey dispenser he had retrieved and shook it slowly back and forth between them. “I think… You are having a good time, Jenny. You’re not quite sure why… You’re not quite sure what that makes you. I’ll make you a deal.” He told her, upending the dispenser and letting a dollop of honey drip onto her lips. “You can enjoy it and just blame it all on me. Hate me, and enjoy the ride, simple. Think of it as the Serenity Pray for sex. I am going to fuck you, make you do all kinds of things, Jenny. You can’t change that, but you can accept it. How you deal with it… That you can change.” He continued as she slowly licked the honey off her lips.

“But… But, you hurt me.” She complained, her voice trembling with the memories, even as her sex twisted around his erection as he circled his hips to grind into her. “All the time?” he asked and after a moment she shook her head. “You have to break a few eggs to make an omelet. Take the good with the bad… and I can’t think of another cliché. You’re mine remember. Sometimes what hurts you pleasures me. Bad, evil guy, remember… More to blame.” He continued and let more of the honey dribble into her mouth and then down her chin and onto her chest and into her cleavage. “You like sex, Jenny. Take it from some one who knows. You just need to accept it.” He advised her before lowering his head and using his tongue to collect the honey from between her breasts. He followed the sweet trail to her lips and then hungrily captured them.

Jenny would take his deal and advise or not, but as tantalizing as it was to deny his desires, he no longer wanted to. He pulled back and thrust hard. She gasped into his mouth as he drove into her. The thrill of hot, slippery friction along his length sent a surge of pleasure rocketing up his spine and he quickly repeated the maneuver. Her legs relaxed and tensed, flexing to give him room to move and also adding power to his thrusts. Chuck lifted his lips from hers and this time it was her teeth that stretched his lower lip. “That’s it.” He encouraged with a wild grin as she moved with him, her fingernails dragging across his shoulders before she clutched at him to brace herself.

The dishes and cutlery still left on the table rattled and one or two fell to the floor as the table shifted under his onslaught and her response. Groans, moans, gasps and finally cries from her joined grunts and growls from him as they joyfully collided again and again. “Damn, I love fucking you.” He admitted freely with a wild laugh. The sweet perfume of sex, sweat and hot skin enveloped them and his nostrils flared to take it all in. “This might be the best investment I’ve ever made.” He thought with satisfied glee.

He growled as he felt a quiver run through her and her sex squeezed and flooded around him with a fresh torrent of lubricating cream. “Put your back into it!” He commanded with enthusiasm as he picked up the pace, the tightening in his balls and belly heralding the imminence of his release as the shockwaves of his pelvis slamming into hers created powerful, overlapping ripples of delight that made his nerves sing. Her soft cries mounted in volume as she bucked to meet him, her fingernails digging into his skin. They were both panting, but he still caught her lips for a short, intense kiss. Her breasts were flattened against his chest, the nipples pressing and sliding against his skin.

His strokes got shorter, but faster, her sex was a vice-grip and velvet caress around his manhood. His heart thundered against his ribs and his blood sang in his ears while his chest burned with the effort of sucking in and processing the air to fuel his furiously working body. He made no attempt to control himself when he felt the storm inside him become ready to break, thrusting hard and humping his hips to grind into her. He felt the small of his back twitch just before it tightened and his back arched. He slammed into her as he threw his head back with a joyous roar and pumped his seed into her.

Jenny’s legs tensed around him and she undulated up against him, her taut belly trembling against his. She made a deep, whining noise at the back of her throat and then he grunted as her sex clutched at him in a sharp pulse. Her head thrashed from side to side as she flooded in orgasm around him while his hips tried to drive himself even deeper into her. Her body shuddered under his while her sex rippled around his shaft and he groaned as she milked him dry. Electric bliss zipped and zapped across his senses. His arms and legs quivered with strain as his cock dry heaved inside her and his muscles tensed to the point of pain for just a moment before the wild energy of his climax left him.

He collapsed on top of her, drawing a soft grunt from her, his face next to hers, breathing hard. He felt her legs fall away and her chest pressed raggedly up against his as she too tried to catch her breath. He mustered his strength and got his hands back under him to push himself up. He straightened, testing his legs for a moment and then stepping back and puling free of her. They both groaned at the friction on their climax-sensitized sexes and when he felt the chair touch the back of his legs he sat down. His half-hard dick slapped against his stomach as he licked his dry lips. Jenny remained as he left her, her legs spread, her swollen, pink folds and sex, glistening with their mixed juices, exposed to his view.

They stayed like that until their breathing returned to more or less normal. Jenny let out a soft groan as she half sat up, propping herself up on her forearms to look at him. He loved how tussled she looked. He watched as she sought of stretched, cataloguing her body before her eyes found his. He raised an eyebrow in question. A speculative look narrowed her eyes for a moment, her head tilting to the side, her blonde locks falling to frame her elven face. “You might have a point.” She admitted simply and he nodded to accept her admission. “Could… Could you order some more food while I take a shower?” she asked hesitantly, obviously not sure what their deal exactly entitled her to. “Hungry?” he enquired unnecessarily and she nodded.

Chuck stood and casually ran his fingers through her folds to collect some of the sticky mess onto the tips of two of them, feeling her flinch unconsciously. He held out his hand, leaving his fingers about two inches from her lips. He picked up the honey dispenser and added some of its contents to the mixture on his fingers. Her eyes flicked to his fingers and then back to his face before she leaned forward and sucked his fingers into her mouth. Her tongue swirled warmly around his digits, cleaning them and they made a popping noise as he pulled them free of her puckered, sucking lips.

He smiled and nodded. “The food will be here when you get out of the shower. Someone has to clean this up anyway.” He verbally agreed to her request while casting his gaze across the dishes, cutlery and food strewn around the table. “Is there anything specific you want?” he added after a moment as she tentatively slipped off the table. He laughed softly at the suspicious frown on her face before it smoothed and she shook her head. “What time do you have to be home?” he wondered. Jenny shrugged. “I called my dad to check in before I came out of the bedroom, so… Not anytime soon.” She answered after a moments thought. He let his smile broaden to a leer. “Good… So, I’ll make sure to order at least one thing that requires whipped cream.

“Should I even bother with the shower?” she asked with a sigh as she took his meaning. “It’ll make you feel better not to be so sweaty and sticky. I might even join you and I promise I’ll give you some time to eat and digest before I have dessert.” He promised with a wink. She considered his words and then shrugged again and left to take a shower.

TO BE CONTINUED