Never Be Free Chapter Ten
Title: Never Be Free
Author: Noirreigne
Pairing: Blair/Chuck & Blair/OC
Rating: R for language and smut.
Spoilers: Through 2x17
Summary: Except you enthrall me, never shall be free. Future Fic.
Previous Chapters
Blair was dying a little with every breath. Her heart was on fire and burning its way out of her breast. Her mind was a hellish pit of conflicted emotion and her only thought was that she needed him now more than she had ever needed anyone. She craved the release, the mind numbing state that only he could give her.
It didn’t take long for him to answer the door, his evening scotch hanging lazily from one hand, his shirt already partially unbuttoned. She didn’t say a word, just pushed her way into his suite, throwing her arms around his neck, kissing him as if she was sucking his very soul from his bones. He started to fall backwards, catching himself as the crystal glass in his hand fell to the floor, shattering. Lost in each other, neither noticed the amber liquid snaking among the splintered glass and staining the teak floors.
Regretfully, he pulled away and held her at arms’ length, searching her face for clues to this highly strange and un-Blair-like behavior. She wouldn’t be studied. She grandly swept past him into the room, his eyes following her every move. Scrutinizing her carefully, he took in every inch of her face and body. Her eyes were wild and dark, her hair unbound from her tight chignon, the curls rioting across her shoulders and back and her lips full and pouting. This was the Blair he had been dreaming of. Untamed, carnal, and so very beautiful. Yet there was something wrong, something off about her tonight.
She looked at him nervously, her hands twitching at her side, itching to touch and tear at him. The electricity between them sparked even as his heart warned him to take care, to weigh things before jumping in headfirst, even if it was Blair and she clearly had one thing on her mind.
She circled him slowly, not menacingly but seductively, her eyes full of lascivious intent. For the first time, she was the predator and he the prey.
“Blair,” he said softly, dangerously.
“Chuck,” she whispered breathily. “I love the way you same my name, you make it sound like a sin.” Her mouth searched out his with hungry urgent kisses. She covered his hand, pulling it against her face, each beat of her heart filled with solid need and desire. It was always like this. When she was terribly insecure, she could count on him to make love to her and she would become whole. When she was in his arms, all the hurt and all the pain disappeared.
Their mouths met and mated, consuming each other, their bodies locked together in a timeless dance. His tongue thrust hard and deep and before she could react, it softened, becoming thorough, tasting everything she had to offer. When he finally pulled away, she was dazed and throbbing with a horrible need and urgency. His sexual tension radiated from him in waves, but he gently brushed her cheek with his finger, his fingers caressing a curl before his hands fell once more to his side.
“What’s wrong?” he asked hoarsely.
“Nothing,” she said pouting, her hand reaching out to cradle his face in the lightest of caresses. She stepped nearer to him, her other hand pulling at his lapel, daring him to come closer and take what she was offering.
“Don’t fuck with me. I know when something is wrong and you are acting as if your world has fallen apart.”
“Hasn’t it?” she countered, running her hands over the smooth planes of his chest, her nails rubbing lightly at his skin through the delicate silk of his shirt. “I’m married to a man already in the grave and carrying another man’s child. How else am I supposed to act?” she asked sardonically, leaning in to softly press her lips against his collarbone. He shivered against the heat of her mouth before grabbing her by the arms and pulling her even closer to him. Her mouth opened under his, eagerly meeting his demands. Blair trembled against him as his hands ran up her back, caressing every vertebra, his chest rubbing against her sensitive, full breasts, her nipples hardening deliciously. Like a cat in heat she rubbed against him, seeking relief from the need that was pooling between her thighs.
“Blair, we need to stop,” he murmured, reluctantly untangling her fingers and stepping away once more. He knew in his heart that something was wrong, something beyond what she said. He knew her like no other and she was once more keeping information from him, no doubt very vital information. As much as he wanted her, and God did he ever, he wanted it to be different this time.
She bristled, practically hissing at him. “What is wrong with you? You have been trying to sleep with me for weeks and now, when I finally give in, you can’t be bothered? I can’t believe I was right - this is just all a game to you.” Her voice broke as tears gathered in her eyes.
“No, Blair. You tempt me like no other woman ever has,” he rasped, barely restrained. “But I won’t have another one night stand. No matter how much it hurts me to say no, I won’t be played again.”
She stared at him wide eyed, like a deer facing a shotgun. “What do you want?” she asked hesitating, uncertainty creaking in her voice.
“I told you before, marriage. I want you to be my wife,” he said firmly, his tone final.
She realized in that moment that he wasn’t going to ever change his mind, not now and not ever. She couldn’t think, could barely breathe. All she could think about was him and all she knew was want. She needed to forget and for that she would make a deal with the devil.
“What do you want me to do, marry you tonight?” she asked shaken, half afraid and half excited that he would keep her there until he did just that.
“If I could,” he said dryly. Tenderly he reached out for her hands and turned them palms up, kissing first one and than the other. “If I had my way, I’d send for a justice of the peace and marry you here in my bed before you had a chance to think or manipulate your way out of it.”
His mouth slid along her fingers, hot and wet. She gasped in shock as her wedding ring fell off and dropped to the floor. With his tongue he kissed and licked at the almost virginal skin and the small mark that remained from eight years of constant wear. She swayed, mesmerized by the pleasure that he could give using only one of her fingers. Hot fire coursed through her belly at the wicked thoughts of what she really wanted his tongue to be doing.
He glanced up at her over her hand, staring directly into her eyes, grinning as if he could read her mind. He chuckled as she wrenched her hand away, her eyes sweeping the carpet for her wedding ring. He watched in appreciation, his eyes caressing the most perfect ass he had ever seen as she bent over to pick them up.
“Don’t, Blair,” he warned, as she started to slide the ring back on. “Do not speak and do not move.” She stared in shock as he turned to leave the room. Straightening her clothes dismay and disappointment at her seduction skills quickly turned to anger. Within seconds he was back with a small black velvet box. Without explanation, he opened it with a grand gesture and plucked a huge diamond and platinum ring from its velvet cocoon and slid it over her finger. Blair could only stare in awe as the gem dazzled and refracted the light, throwing a prism of color against the wall.
She swallowed hard; she was breaking and being torn in two. She was scared that if he pushed much harder she would shatter. She would never be the winner in this game. She had played her cards and lost everything and she was surely damned. No matter what choices she made or what happened next, she was doomed to taste the bitter fruits of betrayal for the rest of her life.
Hot tears scalded her eyes, trickling down her cheeks. He leaned in to press kisses on her forehead, his lips fluttering over her eyelids with fairy kisses. With his tongue he delicately traced her tears, tasting her defeat. He mouthed his way to her ear, the outer shell blushing pink under his hot breath.
“Say yes, Blair,” he whispered.
She ignored him. Leaning in on tiptoe, she crashed her mouth into his. He did not move, his lips firm and closed beneath hers. She kissed him again and again, sucking first one lip and then the other between her full plump lips. He fortified his heart, he would not give in, not until he received the answer he desired. At least that was supposed to be the plan, but it had been too long and every bone every muscle in his body craved her like an addict to a drug. With Blair, one taste would never be enough. As long as she wore his ring, that was enough for now. He could compromise. Desire rose into a whirlwind of heat, driving him mad. He seized her, jerking her head back and kissing her back ruthlessly. His hands gripped her hair, pulling her closer as he ravaged her mouth.
“You’re going to be my wife. Not Cedric’s. Mine,” he vowed, a threat and a promise coiled in velvet seduction.
She responded by unbuttoning the rest of his shirt, her hands needing to feel his skin. She slid her palms over the firm planes of his sculpted chest. He gasped in desire as her nails scraped his nipples, marking him lightly. His chest rose and fell, his breath quick and heavy as he luxuriated in the feel of her hands on him. He groaned in delight as her lips followed her hands, her mouth nuzzling his chest, her teeth lightly dancing against his skin. His hands shook with tension as they moved up and down her back, pulling her blouse upwards and exposing her satiny skin. His hand slid underneath the waistband of her skirt, cupping and massaging her smooth buttocks. He plucked playfully with the lacy back of her thong with just the right tension to rub it across her sex to make her buck against him. “I have missed you, Blair,” He said hoarsely, muffling a moan.
She reached up to grip his hair, yanking his head up to meet hers. Her tongue screamed her need with thrusts and dances. She had missed him too, but she couldn’t speak, not now; she didn’t trust herself. She was here to forget, to allow herself one night of brilliant pleasure before it all fell apart.
She cradled his head in her hands, their bodies locking together as she kissed him desperately, explosively.
“Please…”
He understood. He lifted her into his arms carrying her to the bedroom. Her eyes captured his, need bursting from their depths as she unzipped her skirt, the silk fluttering like a flame to the floor. Her blouse followed until she stood only in her La Perla’s and stockings. They fell together on the bed in a flurry of need, hard muscles melting into soft curves. Blair guided his hand down her body, her heart pumping longing and want with every beat. He smirked knowingly, chuckling at her eagerness. His hand rent her thong in two, the halves thrown haphazardly to the floor. He didn’t wait, his hand quickly finding her most intimate spot. Blair moaned wildly as he touched her wet and burning flesh. Chuck made a hard and thick sound as his skilled fingers played and tormented her. She cried in displeasure as he abruptly stopped his ministrations, only to exhale sharply as he replaced fingers with tongue and lips. He left not an inch of her unexplored. His clever tongue knew every sweet fold, every valley and every peak. He brought her to the brink and back again before finally granting her wish. The floor tilted and stars fell as she hissed his name.
When she finally crashed to the earth it was to see him smirking at her, like a cat that has swallowed the canary. His eyes gleamed, his pleasure at her loss of control evident in the flicker of his dark eyes. She refused to dwell in reality and instead reached for him, her hands gripping his hair, drawing him close.
“I need you again,” she whispered, biting her lip. Freeing her right hand from the tangles of his wild hair, she reached for his belt. Chuck tensed in anticipation. She nipped and kissed at his neck, smiling in satisfaction as she felt him tremble, and his breath come faster and faster. “Stay still,” she demanded as she rid him of his belt and unzipped his trousers.
“Blair,” he breathed.
She stroked him, just once and looked up at him teasingly. His smile became strained and tense. “If you expect me to beg like you I warn you it will never happen. I am a very patient man,” he said hoarsely.
She teased him, her fingers sliding down the length of him before removing his remaining clothing. “We shall see,” she said sweetly.
He sucked in his breath, giving her a look of exquisite torture. He fought bravely and it wasn’t until she bent and touched the fully erect tip with her tongue that he lost the battle. “Please, Blair,” he cried as he came undone.
Within minutes he was ready and writhing for more. He crushed her to him, his mouth swooping down to meet hers, his lips avid and tormented. His hands molded every curve and her fingers curled around his buttocks as she pressed him back in return. He crushed her to the mattress and her nails clawed their way up his back. He kissed her as he slid into her, devouring her, demanding everything she had to give. Their lovemaking was desperate and fierce, neither one giving in to the other. The world fell away, darkness and shadows swallowing them as they pummeled and slammed into each other until there was nothing but bliss. Again and again they came together. Finally spent, they lay together in quiet, treasuring and luxuriating in the feel of each other.
It wasn’t until morning light filtered through the shades that Chuck awoke. With trepidation in his heart, he searched for sounds of her presence, the sight of her lush body. There was nothing but stillness. Sometime in the middle of the night she had left again, darkness cloaking her. He would have believed the whole thing a dream if it weren’t for the two halves of red La Perla’s taunting him from the floor. Rising, he reached for his velvet robe, throwing it over his shoulders as he strode through his suite, searching out the velvet box that had held all his hopes and desire. A smile of blinding happiness crossed his face as he realized the box was empty. He had won a major play. She had taken his ring.
It wasn’t until he read his morning paper that he found the real reason for her evening visit. His eyes froze over the headline, the one on the third page, Eleventh Earl of Dorincourt, Cedric Errol, found dead from apparent self inflicted gunshot wound.
Author: Noirreigne
Pairing: Blair/Chuck & Blair/OC
Rating: R for language and smut.
Spoilers: Through 2x17
Summary: Except you enthrall me, never shall be free. Future Fic.
Previous Chapters
Blair was dying a little with every breath. Her heart was on fire and burning its way out of her breast. Her mind was a hellish pit of conflicted emotion and her only thought was that she needed him now more than she had ever needed anyone. She craved the release, the mind numbing state that only he could give her.
It didn’t take long for him to answer the door, his evening scotch hanging lazily from one hand, his shirt already partially unbuttoned. She didn’t say a word, just pushed her way into his suite, throwing her arms around his neck, kissing him as if she was sucking his very soul from his bones. He started to fall backwards, catching himself as the crystal glass in his hand fell to the floor, shattering. Lost in each other, neither noticed the amber liquid snaking among the splintered glass and staining the teak floors.
Regretfully, he pulled away and held her at arms’ length, searching her face for clues to this highly strange and un-Blair-like behavior. She wouldn’t be studied. She grandly swept past him into the room, his eyes following her every move. Scrutinizing her carefully, he took in every inch of her face and body. Her eyes were wild and dark, her hair unbound from her tight chignon, the curls rioting across her shoulders and back and her lips full and pouting. This was the Blair he had been dreaming of. Untamed, carnal, and so very beautiful. Yet there was something wrong, something off about her tonight.
She looked at him nervously, her hands twitching at her side, itching to touch and tear at him. The electricity between them sparked even as his heart warned him to take care, to weigh things before jumping in headfirst, even if it was Blair and she clearly had one thing on her mind.
She circled him slowly, not menacingly but seductively, her eyes full of lascivious intent. For the first time, she was the predator and he the prey.
“Blair,” he said softly, dangerously.
“Chuck,” she whispered breathily. “I love the way you same my name, you make it sound like a sin.” Her mouth searched out his with hungry urgent kisses. She covered his hand, pulling it against her face, each beat of her heart filled with solid need and desire. It was always like this. When she was terribly insecure, she could count on him to make love to her and she would become whole. When she was in his arms, all the hurt and all the pain disappeared.
Their mouths met and mated, consuming each other, their bodies locked together in a timeless dance. His tongue thrust hard and deep and before she could react, it softened, becoming thorough, tasting everything she had to offer. When he finally pulled away, she was dazed and throbbing with a horrible need and urgency. His sexual tension radiated from him in waves, but he gently brushed her cheek with his finger, his fingers caressing a curl before his hands fell once more to his side.
“What’s wrong?” he asked hoarsely.
“Nothing,” she said pouting, her hand reaching out to cradle his face in the lightest of caresses. She stepped nearer to him, her other hand pulling at his lapel, daring him to come closer and take what she was offering.
“Don’t fuck with me. I know when something is wrong and you are acting as if your world has fallen apart.”
“Hasn’t it?” she countered, running her hands over the smooth planes of his chest, her nails rubbing lightly at his skin through the delicate silk of his shirt. “I’m married to a man already in the grave and carrying another man’s child. How else am I supposed to act?” she asked sardonically, leaning in to softly press her lips against his collarbone. He shivered against the heat of her mouth before grabbing her by the arms and pulling her even closer to him. Her mouth opened under his, eagerly meeting his demands. Blair trembled against him as his hands ran up her back, caressing every vertebra, his chest rubbing against her sensitive, full breasts, her nipples hardening deliciously. Like a cat in heat she rubbed against him, seeking relief from the need that was pooling between her thighs.
“Blair, we need to stop,” he murmured, reluctantly untangling her fingers and stepping away once more. He knew in his heart that something was wrong, something beyond what she said. He knew her like no other and she was once more keeping information from him, no doubt very vital information. As much as he wanted her, and God did he ever, he wanted it to be different this time.
She bristled, practically hissing at him. “What is wrong with you? You have been trying to sleep with me for weeks and now, when I finally give in, you can’t be bothered? I can’t believe I was right - this is just all a game to you.” Her voice broke as tears gathered in her eyes.
“No, Blair. You tempt me like no other woman ever has,” he rasped, barely restrained. “But I won’t have another one night stand. No matter how much it hurts me to say no, I won’t be played again.”
She stared at him wide eyed, like a deer facing a shotgun. “What do you want?” she asked hesitating, uncertainty creaking in her voice.
“I told you before, marriage. I want you to be my wife,” he said firmly, his tone final.
She realized in that moment that he wasn’t going to ever change his mind, not now and not ever. She couldn’t think, could barely breathe. All she could think about was him and all she knew was want. She needed to forget and for that she would make a deal with the devil.
“What do you want me to do, marry you tonight?” she asked shaken, half afraid and half excited that he would keep her there until he did just that.
“If I could,” he said dryly. Tenderly he reached out for her hands and turned them palms up, kissing first one and than the other. “If I had my way, I’d send for a justice of the peace and marry you here in my bed before you had a chance to think or manipulate your way out of it.”
His mouth slid along her fingers, hot and wet. She gasped in shock as her wedding ring fell off and dropped to the floor. With his tongue he kissed and licked at the almost virginal skin and the small mark that remained from eight years of constant wear. She swayed, mesmerized by the pleasure that he could give using only one of her fingers. Hot fire coursed through her belly at the wicked thoughts of what she really wanted his tongue to be doing.
He glanced up at her over her hand, staring directly into her eyes, grinning as if he could read her mind. He chuckled as she wrenched her hand away, her eyes sweeping the carpet for her wedding ring. He watched in appreciation, his eyes caressing the most perfect ass he had ever seen as she bent over to pick them up.
“Don’t, Blair,” he warned, as she started to slide the ring back on. “Do not speak and do not move.” She stared in shock as he turned to leave the room. Straightening her clothes dismay and disappointment at her seduction skills quickly turned to anger. Within seconds he was back with a small black velvet box. Without explanation, he opened it with a grand gesture and plucked a huge diamond and platinum ring from its velvet cocoon and slid it over her finger. Blair could only stare in awe as the gem dazzled and refracted the light, throwing a prism of color against the wall.
She swallowed hard; she was breaking and being torn in two. She was scared that if he pushed much harder she would shatter. She would never be the winner in this game. She had played her cards and lost everything and she was surely damned. No matter what choices she made or what happened next, she was doomed to taste the bitter fruits of betrayal for the rest of her life.
Hot tears scalded her eyes, trickling down her cheeks. He leaned in to press kisses on her forehead, his lips fluttering over her eyelids with fairy kisses. With his tongue he delicately traced her tears, tasting her defeat. He mouthed his way to her ear, the outer shell blushing pink under his hot breath.
“Say yes, Blair,” he whispered.
She ignored him. Leaning in on tiptoe, she crashed her mouth into his. He did not move, his lips firm and closed beneath hers. She kissed him again and again, sucking first one lip and then the other between her full plump lips. He fortified his heart, he would not give in, not until he received the answer he desired. At least that was supposed to be the plan, but it had been too long and every bone every muscle in his body craved her like an addict to a drug. With Blair, one taste would never be enough. As long as she wore his ring, that was enough for now. He could compromise. Desire rose into a whirlwind of heat, driving him mad. He seized her, jerking her head back and kissing her back ruthlessly. His hands gripped her hair, pulling her closer as he ravaged her mouth.
“You’re going to be my wife. Not Cedric’s. Mine,” he vowed, a threat and a promise coiled in velvet seduction.
She responded by unbuttoning the rest of his shirt, her hands needing to feel his skin. She slid her palms over the firm planes of his sculpted chest. He gasped in desire as her nails scraped his nipples, marking him lightly. His chest rose and fell, his breath quick and heavy as he luxuriated in the feel of her hands on him. He groaned in delight as her lips followed her hands, her mouth nuzzling his chest, her teeth lightly dancing against his skin. His hands shook with tension as they moved up and down her back, pulling her blouse upwards and exposing her satiny skin. His hand slid underneath the waistband of her skirt, cupping and massaging her smooth buttocks. He plucked playfully with the lacy back of her thong with just the right tension to rub it across her sex to make her buck against him. “I have missed you, Blair,” He said hoarsely, muffling a moan.
She reached up to grip his hair, yanking his head up to meet hers. Her tongue screamed her need with thrusts and dances. She had missed him too, but she couldn’t speak, not now; she didn’t trust herself. She was here to forget, to allow herself one night of brilliant pleasure before it all fell apart.
She cradled his head in her hands, their bodies locking together as she kissed him desperately, explosively.
“Please…”
He understood. He lifted her into his arms carrying her to the bedroom. Her eyes captured his, need bursting from their depths as she unzipped her skirt, the silk fluttering like a flame to the floor. Her blouse followed until she stood only in her La Perla’s and stockings. They fell together on the bed in a flurry of need, hard muscles melting into soft curves. Blair guided his hand down her body, her heart pumping longing and want with every beat. He smirked knowingly, chuckling at her eagerness. His hand rent her thong in two, the halves thrown haphazardly to the floor. He didn’t wait, his hand quickly finding her most intimate spot. Blair moaned wildly as he touched her wet and burning flesh. Chuck made a hard and thick sound as his skilled fingers played and tormented her. She cried in displeasure as he abruptly stopped his ministrations, only to exhale sharply as he replaced fingers with tongue and lips. He left not an inch of her unexplored. His clever tongue knew every sweet fold, every valley and every peak. He brought her to the brink and back again before finally granting her wish. The floor tilted and stars fell as she hissed his name.
When she finally crashed to the earth it was to see him smirking at her, like a cat that has swallowed the canary. His eyes gleamed, his pleasure at her loss of control evident in the flicker of his dark eyes. She refused to dwell in reality and instead reached for him, her hands gripping his hair, drawing him close.
“I need you again,” she whispered, biting her lip. Freeing her right hand from the tangles of his wild hair, she reached for his belt. Chuck tensed in anticipation. She nipped and kissed at his neck, smiling in satisfaction as she felt him tremble, and his breath come faster and faster. “Stay still,” she demanded as she rid him of his belt and unzipped his trousers.
“Blair,” he breathed.
She stroked him, just once and looked up at him teasingly. His smile became strained and tense. “If you expect me to beg like you I warn you it will never happen. I am a very patient man,” he said hoarsely.
She teased him, her fingers sliding down the length of him before removing his remaining clothing. “We shall see,” she said sweetly.
He sucked in his breath, giving her a look of exquisite torture. He fought bravely and it wasn’t until she bent and touched the fully erect tip with her tongue that he lost the battle. “Please, Blair,” he cried as he came undone.
Within minutes he was ready and writhing for more. He crushed her to him, his mouth swooping down to meet hers, his lips avid and tormented. His hands molded every curve and her fingers curled around his buttocks as she pressed him back in return. He crushed her to the mattress and her nails clawed their way up his back. He kissed her as he slid into her, devouring her, demanding everything she had to give. Their lovemaking was desperate and fierce, neither one giving in to the other. The world fell away, darkness and shadows swallowing them as they pummeled and slammed into each other until there was nothing but bliss. Again and again they came together. Finally spent, they lay together in quiet, treasuring and luxuriating in the feel of each other.
It wasn’t until morning light filtered through the shades that Chuck awoke. With trepidation in his heart, he searched for sounds of her presence, the sight of her lush body. There was nothing but stillness. Sometime in the middle of the night she had left again, darkness cloaking her. He would have believed the whole thing a dream if it weren’t for the two halves of red La Perla’s taunting him from the floor. Rising, he reached for his velvet robe, throwing it over his shoulders as he strode through his suite, searching out the velvet box that had held all his hopes and desire. A smile of blinding happiness crossed his face as he realized the box was empty. He had won a major play. She had taken his ring.
It wasn’t until he read his morning paper that he found the real reason for her evening visit. His eyes froze over the headline, the one on the third page, Eleventh Earl of Dorincourt, Cedric Errol, found dead from apparent self inflicted gunshot wound.