Never Be Free Chapter Two
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
The door slid open and he was there. Saying nothing, Chuck watched Blair, his dark eyes drawing her into an inescapable sensual black hole. Mesmerized she couldn’t look away. Years may have passed, but with one look he still had the power to enthrall her, strip away all her defenses. Now that she was here she didn’t know what to say, what to do.
It had all seemed so easy on the car ride over. She had contemplated stopping at her place to change into something more appropriate, but then realized she had no idea what type of outfit was considered suitable for this type of occasion. She had never dressed for adulterous mind blowing sex with an ex before. What did one wear for that? Something that said please take me now, but was classy? She didn’t wanted to dress like all the other tarts he’d been with, but she wanted to be clear that sex was the agenda. Then again this was Chuck Bass, sex was always his bill of fare. Hot color flooded her face at the thought of how it easy it would have been for him to just take her there in the garden at the wedding party. A few minutes more and she wouldn’t have had the strength to resist him any longer.
In the end she had decided to leave her dress as it was. She didn’t want him to think that an evening with him warranted a change in outfit. After offering her compliments to the bride and groom she had instructed her chauffer to drive for an hour, giving herself time to change her mind, before dropping her of at Hôtel Le Bristol. To ensure she didn’t change her mind she tipped back a few glasses of chilled champagne. Now here, standing in front of him, she was at a loss.
“Blair.” The way her name fell from his lips was a heated caress that turned her insides to liquid fire. Legs weak and trembling she looked away from him, walking into the lion’s den. Uncertain of the correct protocol she wandered the place, appraising her surroundings, focusing on the delicate French antiques that adorned the room.
“This is a long way from the décor of the Palace. Do you own this place? Is that a Louis XIV secretaire?” She asked nervously.
Light smoldered in his eyes. “I didn’t invite you here to discuss interior decorating or business,” he said, his lips quirking briefly in amusement.
He circled around her, watching, assessing. Under his scrutiny she stiffened, her insides burning hot and cold. He stopped abruptly behind her, slipping his hands around her waist. Burying his face in her hair he inhaled deeply before sliding the silken tresses to the side of her shoulder. Her breath hitched in her throat when he placed his lips at the curve of her ear. “Since you asked so nicely and I am feeling very generous tonight, yes.”
“Yes?” Dazed she tried to remember the question as his hot breath whispered across her neck. His arm steady around her waist, she turned to face him. “Yes to which question?
He reached out to caress her cheek his thumb tracing the curve of her velvet cheek. Sliding his fingers under her chin he tipped her face upwards. Her eyes met his and she shivered drowning in need.
“All three.” He ran his thumb across her bottom lip and her heart beat furiously, quick shaky breaths of air slipping from her lips. “Tell me this is what you want. I need you to admit you need this as much as I do.” Her eyes fluttered shut for a fleeting moment, the dark lashes trembling like butterfly wings.
“I do,” she sighed.
“Open your eyes, Blair. I need you to look at me when you say it. Tell me you need me.” His voice was rough, demanding. She opened her eyes, widening them at his intensity, pulling slightly away from him. He slid his hand around her waist, coming to rest at the small of her back, spreading his fingers to draw her closer. Staring into his dark eyes she tried to decipher his intentions. What was supposed to be a night of casual sex, what she assumed was a one-night stand, was taking a turn she hadn’t expected. She felt he was staking a claim to something she was unable to give. Heart aching, tears burning the corner of her eyes she did the only thing she could, expressing her heart’s desire.
“I need you, Chuck.”
Hungry for her mouth he swooped down capturing it. Ashes, smoldering from years of yearning, exploded into white hot flames as their lips met. She moaned into his mouth as his lips pulled and tugged at her bottom lip. Their tongues met, dueling, trying to possess. She pulled at his hair, tugging his head up. They parted for a moment, staring deeply into each other’s eyes. Unsteady she leaned into him and in response he clutched her closer, holding her tight.
“One night, Chuck. That’s all this is.”
He ignored her. She could only gasp as his lips and teeth found that one spot on her neck that turned her into pure desire, making her want to crawl out of her skin with need. Her hands gripped his shoulders, her nails biting into his skin and he shuddered against her with passion. She clutched him tighter, whispering his name, a plea for more. His mouth answered hers, tongues twining and dancing in hot wet kisses. Heart throbbing, mind in a haze, she lost herself. Writhing against him, the silk of her gown teasing her heated skin, she thought only for the pleasure he could give.
Panting for air, Blair let out a whimper of protest as his lips left hers to travel down her neck.
She wanted more. She had spent years dreaming of his kisses, measuring them to all others, wanting them like fish crave water. He sucked the tender curve of her neck, flicking his tongue, only stopping only to whisper briefly in her ear. “We need to stop.”
“Wait…What?” With those words Blair’s world fell apart. Had it all been a game? Brittle walls, carefully erected years ago to protect her psyche cracked like eggshell. Old insecurities, once contained, rushed through the fissures. Once more she had let herself be used by Chuck.
He studied her exulting in her flushed face, kiss swollen lips and heaving chest.
“Why…”
Smirking, the devil twinkling in his eyes he teased her. “Because if we don’t stop I’m going to take you here on the hard wood floors and you deserve so much more than that.”
“Oh…” She exhaled sharply, hating the power his words had over her. With one sentence he healed the fractures in her walls, putting her back together. His fingers curled around her hand. His gaze pierced her heart, sending electrical impulses along every nerve ending. He placed a soft lingering kiss on the palm of her hand and then moved it down to lie against his heart. Sweeping her into his arms as if she was made of air, Chuck moved her into the bedroom. Winding her arms around his neck she traced kisses along his jaw line, burying her mouth in his neck. Delicately, like she was made of the finest French porcelain, he laid her to rest on the heavy satin peacock blue and silver coverlet draping the intricately carved mahogany bed. He kept and held her gaze with a silent promise of never ending pleasure.
Chuck’s body throbbed in anticipation. Blair was all his and there was not an inch of her that he would leave unexplored. Long before he first touched her he had recognized the promise of what they could have together if given a chance. When fortune offered her to him that night in the limo he had promised himself that he would make it real. He though that dream lost, but fate or heaven had intervened; he wasn’t sure which and he didn’t much care. This time nothing would stand in his way of making her his. It didn’t matter if they had one night or hundreds they were forever.
His fingers drifted across her body, tracing her curves, reading with his touch like the blind with braille. Her eyelids flickered, her body melting at the simple pleasure the soft sensations from his powerful hands wrought. Longing, yearning her hands crept up gliding along the hard contours of his chest. Her fingers tackled at the buttons of his silk shirt, releasing them one at time from their prison. His own body thrilling with desire, he shed his remaining clothes, crashing his mouth into hers. They tasted each other with their tongues, their bodies pressing together. Her hips rocked instinctively against his hardness, each movement torturing her with the promise of what she craved.
Chuck lips trailed a descent to the base of her throat, drawing the tender skin into his hot mouth. Her blood hammered in her head as soft kisses and his quivering tongue stimulated the smooth flesh. The heat from his body radiated through the thin material of her dress torturing her.
Wanting more his hands traveled down across her hips to massage her firm thighs before sweeping upward to crumple her skirt around her hips. His fingers teased the lace edges of her thong, his eyes never leaving hers. He slipped them off, sliding them over her thighs. He guided her legs apart, nestling his fingers inside her, stroking, teasing. Breathless, she clung to him, her fingers curling in his hair.
Chuck observed every reaction to his touch from her flushed skin and panting breaths to the shuttering of her eyes. In a blur of motion her dress glided up in a silky hiss from her thighs and was pushed over her head. Thinking was impossible. Nothing existed but this exquisite moment. More kisses, teasing fingers and harsh pants from overtaxed lungs. Together they teetered on the edge of bliss, falling again and again into exquisite oblivion.
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Blair stretched languidly in contentment like a feline bathing in sunlight. “How many times was that?”
He chuckled in satisfied amusement, bestowing her with a rare and striking smile. “You lost count?”
Overwhelmed in a tide of passion she remembered only their cries, whispers and moans. With seductive arrogance his gaze appraised her, drinking her in. His egotistical pride in his bedroom skills, regardless that it was earned, irritated her. Annoyed she shot him a withering glance. “Stop looking at me like that!”
Still aching for her, Chuck swept her into the embrace of his arms, his legs pinning her to the bed, fingers biting into the flesh of her hips. Rubbing against her he drove her mad. Exhausted by hours spent in tender exploration all that was left was raw need. She sighed with pleasure as they fell back into a sensuous dance once more. When the world came into focus again, Chuck gathered her into his arms, holding her snugly. Blair, emotionally and physically spent, buried herself into the safety of his neck, surrendering to sleep.
Feelings evoked by their intimacy closed in on his heart. For the first time in years he felt blissfully happy, alive. Leaning in he tenderly kissed her forehead. His heart once closed off, barren, now blossomed bearing fruit. Having had a taste of what could be, he now knew he would never be satisfied without her. Whatever it took he would have her. His mind racing, he began to form plans within plans. A harsh twist of regret for the games he was about to play briefly pulled at his insides, but he sharply dismissed it. After all the ends would justify the means.
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She awoke to a dream made real, the taste of Chuck in her mouth, his body pressed against her, the smell of sex heavy in the air. Rolling on her side, carefully untangling herself from the security of his arms she memorized every single detail of his face. She wanted to imprint his image in her consciousness a remembrance she could carry with her forever. In sleep Chuck’s face softened, the cynical lines smoothed into the visage of peaceful slumber, a devil with the face of an angel. Reluctantly she suppressed the desire to tame the damage her fingers had made of his hair.
With calculated timing she slowly eased herself from the bed. She watched him to make sure the rustling covers did not disturb his slumber. Locating her dress she slipped it over her head. Grabbing her heels she tiptoed out of the bedroom, closing the French doors behind her. Seating herself in front of the antique secretaire she located the hotels complimentary monogrammed linen stationary. With a heavy heart she penned the epilogue to their relationship. Slipping into the elevator she left part of herself behind.
Outside the entrance of the hotel a shiny vintage gray Rolls Royce waited. The driver, catching site of his mistress stepped out of the car, purposely avoiding catching her eye. From years of employ he knew she would not want him to see the tears welling in her eyes. Blair exhaled slowly, valiantly trying to remove all traces of emotion before sinking into the buttery soft leather cushions next to the golden haired passenger who waiting for her.
“I can’t do this again.”
“I know.” The pain and tenderness in his voice broke her. Tears streaming she gave into the comfort of his embrace. Burying her head in his fine wool suit coat she grieved for that which she had left and the prospect of her future.
“Forgive me, Blair.” He stroked her hair, gentle and soothing.
“We won’t talk of this again. It never happened.” Her velvet voice hid a sharp edge never heard before.
He nodded, silently acquiescing to her demand. “As much as I love Paris I think it is time to go home. The manor house is so lovely this time of year. Perhaps now would be a good time to have the gardens redone, maybe do some redecorating. It’s been a while since we entertained. Maybe a party? ” Bending his head he placed a reverent kiss atop her tousled curls. “I do love you, Lady Errol.”
She said nothing.
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Chapter Three