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TITLE: Bought And Paid For

AUTHOR: Midknight

CHAPTER: 14 of ?

FANDOM: Gossip Girl

SHIP: Chuck / Jenny / OC

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 FOURTEEN

Chuck let Jenny be, irritated and disgruntled by the fact that he didn’t know what he wanted to say to her. He pretty much ignored her at least outwardly and she made no attempt to contact him either, which was no real surprise. He was pissed off and out of sorts and he knew that she was the cause, and that just pissed him off even further. She was supposed to be nothing to him, just a fairly good lay to use and abuse as he saw fit. It had been a perfect distraction for a while and now she was a distraction for an entirely different reason.

Friday rolled around and school seemed to drag and he seriously considered just leaving, but didn’t feel like dealing with the hassle. He got home and poured himself a healthy scotch, impatiently waiting for the ice to melt enough to smooth out the drink before swallowing a mouthful. He looked at the clock it was just after four and he found himself wondering if Jenny was going to pitch and what he would do if she didn’t or even if she did. He sauntered into his bedroom and unzipped the garment bag he’d had delivered the day before.

He pulled out the red, silk sheath of a dress it contained, holding it up at the thin, spaghetti straps. He tilted his head slightly and despite himself smiled as he imagined what Jenny would look like in it. He laid it out on the bed along with a box that contained a matching pair of strappy sandals. Chuck considered whether to tell her that the Chinese symbol embedded and repeated in the embroidery around the hem and low cut neckline meant “My Possession”. He’d had it custom made along with several sets of lingerie, which he didn’t think he’d let her wear just yet. He didn’t know exactly what Kate had in mind, but ruining underwear wasn’t out of the realm of possibility. Kate’s tastes tended to the flamboyant.

He returned to his scotch and settled in his recliner. His mobile rang and he lifted it from the armrest where he had put it, face down. It was Kate and he took a deep breath before answering, slightly annoyed with himself that he had hoped it was Jenny. He greeted her cordially and they exchanged pleasantries before she gave him the address where and the time when she wanted them to meet. He confirmed the details and then curiously asked what it was she had planned. She gave him a throaty chuckle and informed him that it wouldn’t be a surprise if she told him before hanging up.

Chuck swirled the remaining ice and scotch in the tumbler and then tossed it back before checking his watch. “This is ridiculous.” He muttered and roughly removed the tie he had just loosened when he’d gotten home. He got up and decided to take a shower. He rolled his shoulders under the hot spray as he closed his eyes and let his head hang, his hands splayed wide on the cool tiles. Steam writhed up around him and the water sheeted down his skin as he remembered other times when he’d shared that particular space with Jenny. The memory of the feel of her smooth skin, her body somehow hotter than the water caused his dick to twitch and stiffen.

He jumped when a hand suddenly came to rest on his shoulder. “You’re late.” He noted, once again relaxing. “And, you’re an asshole. Life is fucked-up that way.” She answered as he turned to face her. She was naked and stepped the rest of the way into the shower. “Yeah, I’m an asshole and life’s fucked-up that way.” He agreed quietly looking down at her. Her hand had stayed on the curve of his shoulder when he turned and now slid down his chest. “You’ve got a hard-on.” She noted with a slight tilt of her head while sweeping her now wet hair out of her face with her other hand. “Observant. What do you think you should do about that?” he enquired.

“I don’t know. You haven’t told me what I should do.” She told him archly, her voice and features cool, her eyebrow slightly raised as she referenced his prior behavior. Chuck sighed. “Well there’s the problem with wanting absolute control.” He thought and a snide part of him wanted to tell her that he hadn’t told her to join him in the shower either, but he was actually glad she was there. He hated his own inconsistency. The spray hissed against his back and head and all he did was place his hands on her shoulders and apply gentle downward pressure. Jenny sank slowly to her knees, her eyes titling up to remain in contact with his until she was kneeling and then she lowered them.

Chuck groaned softly when she reached for and gently fondled his balls, her breath hotter than the steam on his shaft. She leaned forward slightly and let the tip of her tongue draw a light, slithering trail from the base of his glans to the tip of his dick. She teased him, making him twitch as she alternated between lightly skimming her fist along his length and lapping at it. He was starting to wonder if he needed to give her more detailed instructions, which was going to be a bitch if it became a trend when she finally wrapped her lips around his dickhead and nursed at it while swirling her tongue against his tingling skin.

She walked her lips slowly down his length, liquid heat surrounding him, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked and took more of him in. Jenny took him into her throat with now practiced ease and skill, her muscles rippling to swallow him and caress his length. He couldn’t stop his hips from thrusting and didn’t really try as she simply adjusted, familiar with his needs and reactions. His fingers slid into her soft, damp hair, but just to cradle her head as she buried her nose in his pubes. He arched his back and let his head drop back, letting the hot water wash across his face and literally drown his heavy groan. He spat out the water and bowed his head to watch her bob her head with a liquid gurgle and sizzling crackle of electric friction. Surges of pleasure sparked into him with the leisurely travel of her lips, tongue and throat along his length. His ass clenched as the tension grew in his balls and she smoothly handled the increase in his thrusting pelvis.

“God, you’re gotten really, really good at that.” He complimented her with a hiss as his teeth clenched when she applied just enough of her teeth to add to the stimulation of her oral ministrations. Her fingernails scraped lightly across his ass cheeks as his fingers tightened in her hair. She fought his grip to pull back until she was again just nursing at his head. He could see her nostrils flare and the hot gusts of air tickled his crotch as she breathed hard through her nose trying to steady her breathing. He massaged her scalp, luxuriating in the gentler pleasure and the slight respite as he regained control of his roiling nuts. His body sheltered her from the spray which also massaged his shoulders and back, the rivulets of water tickled the back of his legs. He looked down at her and she looked up at him before she let her hands fall to her side and he felt the resistance fall away from her neck, giving him complete control.

She relaxed her lips and her throat as he pulled her onto him. He fucked her mouth and throat at a deliberate pace, pulling and pushing at her head and neck. She gagged slightly once or twice and her hands clenched, but she made no move to stop or slow his pace as she gurgled around his girth and swallowed his length. He let his climax build, letting his balls swell and the delicious energy snake up his spine and crawl along to ignite his nerves. He could feel the pounding of his heart make the blood throb in his temples. His skin felt hot and itchy even with the shower’s spray, his heavy breaths burning his lungs.

He caught himself at the brink, biting his lip to give himself the control to draw back until she was again suckling at his dickhead, breathing through his nose almost as heavily as she was. Each hollowing of her cheek brought him just that little closer, while her velvet tongue swirled and circled along his sensitive skin. He kept himself there for a few moments, until he felt his thighs start to tremble with the pent up energy as he held back his need. He let out an explosive breath as he pulled her head forward and drove into her. Chuck held her tight to him as his hips bucked and her throat rippled around him as she swallowed and he poured himself straight into her. The pleasure of release ripped through him, making his muscles lock and shudder. Her hands came up and she gripped his thighs, her nails biting into his skin. He breathed short and sharp, not quite panting before he sucked in a deep breath and then let it out slow before he released her head, figuring she needed to come up for air, but her grip only tightened as her cheeks hollowed and she kept him snugly encased in her throat.

He grunted as she sucked him dry, his balls lurching even after they were empty at the wonderful stimulation of her mouth, tongue and throat. She finally extracted him from her throat and pulled her mouth off him, taking a deep shuddering breath as he lowered his hands to her head and burying his fingers in her damp, but silky curls to lightly massage her scalp as he too worked at catching his breath. Jenny looked up at him and he looked down at her. A thin cord of spittle and semen still connected her lips to his cock and her eyes held a sparkle of smug pride at her performance. She had never looked sexier as he slid his hands out of her hair to cup her cheeks.

Chuck gently lifted her back up onto her feet and tilting her head back he lowered his lips to hers. He kissed her slowly, but thoroughly, tasting himself mixed with the fruity flavor of her lip balm as he turned her to press her against the tiles under the showerhead. His dick twitched, attracted by the inviting heat of her, but she had done too good a job and he could only achieve a pulsing half-mast. He nipped and sucked at her tongue and then gave her lips the same attention. He stretched her lower lip before releasing it. “The gods be damned. You are truly and unequivocally the most talented, amazing cocksucker I have ever met, Jenny Humphrey.” He acknowledged brushing damp tendrils of hair out of her face before cupping her chin lightly to keep her eyes locked with his as she started to drop them. “You don’t like that word? You think its crude, but there is no other word that as honestly describes the talent you display. And, I say it with the utmost respect for you.” He told her looking deep into her eyes.

“You really are an asshole.” She told him in response, but her grin took any sting out of her words. He brought his lips to hers and they kissed as he let his hand trail slowly down her chest. He let his fingertips caress the curves of her breast and then teasingly circle her nipple before rolling the taut nub with his thumb. She moaned against his lips as he fondled her breast while continuing to stimulate her nipple and took the opportunity to suck at her tongue. He slid his lips down, nibbling at her jawline to find her throat. He lapped along her skin, tasting it and collecting the cool water droplets that had settled on it. Chuck let his tongue and lips replace his fingers at her breast. Her small hands caressed the back of his neck and head as he felt her breathing quicken to press the sweet, stiff tip and the succulent flesh behind it into his mouth and against his lips. He massaged her neck with one hand, his arm a soft pillow between her back and the cool tiles while his other hand worked its way down over her belly.

Chuck trailed his fingers through the short silken curls of her of her pubes, but deliberately skipped over her clit, even as she widened her stance and her hips bucked to increase his touch. He found and explored her swollen, slippery folds, letting his fingers trace the length of her slit several times before delving deeper. He switched his oral attention to her other breast and let his thumb circle teasingly around her exposed clit and massaging the hood that had encased it. He flicked his eyes up to her face, drawn by the delightful sounds of pleasure that filtered down to him over the hiss and splash of the spray that still pummeled his back. His lips curved into a smile against her skin as her eyes fluttered and her kiss-swollen, wetly glistening lips hung limply open while little moans, mewls and groans of delight spilled from them with increasing volume and frequency.

Jenny gasped and her body stiffened for a moment when his thumb found and worked the pearl of her clit. She shuddered and then relaxed with a long, breathy moan and her sex clenched and flexed around the two fingers he had buried to the knuckles inside her while a hot, slippery gush of cream, hotter than the water that continued to fall on him. He wriggled and curled his fingers to caress her channel and used his thumb to frig the livewire of her clit hard and fast. Her hips bucked and circled, undulating to grind her crotch into his palm, panting and whining as he felt her start to tremble. He lifted his head, stretching her nipple for a moment before letting it go, so that he could look into her eyes as he continued to pleasure her with his fingers.

She drew in a sharp breath and her eyes flared open and then fluttered back down to lash covered slits when he twisted his fingers in her tight, flexing channel and bore down with is thumb at the same time. “You like that… Hmmm?” he asked softly, leaning closer to her. She whined when he repeated the motion, her hips jerking. “Yes… You… You were always good at that.” She breathed and started to pant as he found a steady rhythm and repetition of the maneuvers that brought the strongest reactions from her. Her tremors grew more pronounced and he watched her bite her lower lip, breathing hard through her nose. He curved his finger and found that special spot he’d found all those months ago and he felt her freeze, go perfectly still and rigid for a moment and then with a cry she came with a rush of liquid heat on his hand.

Jenny clutched at his back and shoulder blades, her fingers skittering across his wet skin and he let her pull him to her, holding his body to hers, trapping his hand between them. She whimpered as her body shook and he cradled her head against his shoulder as she clung to him and her sex pulsed around and squeezed at his fingers on another rush of liquid heat. She whimpered as he flexed his fingers against the rippling vice of her snatch, and continued to caress the slick pearl of her clit. Her teeth tested the skin of his shoulder and he felt her nails press into his back. “Enough.” She whined, her tone a plea and not a command and he stilled his hand, but he could do nothing about the shudders that shifted his digits inside her.

Her climax ran its course and she finally relaxed against him, her teeth replaced by her lips for a moment before she turned her head, her cheek soft and warm on his shoulder, her breath hot, rapid little puffs as she panted to catch her breath. She groaned softly as he extracted his finger and waited until she lifted her head to pop them into his mouth and suck them clean with relish. She leaned back against the tiles and he reached forward and brushed back some of her damp, water darkened hair that had fallen across her face to look into her eyes. He lightly cupped her chin and let his thumb slide lightly back and forth along her full lower lip. Her tongue peeked out and lapped lightly at his finger,

He took a deep breath and let it out slow. “I’m sorry.” He apologized quietly, not entirely sure what exactly he was apologizing for, but feeling that he needed to as he let his hand drop away. He closed his eyes, leaned back and lifted his head up into the spray for a moment. “Why that was good?” she queried, looking at him speculatively through lowered lashes and he chuckled as he used his hand to brushed water out of his face. “I don’t know. I really don’t know.” He admitted with a shake of his head. “Jenny, I… he started trying to find the words to explain feelings he didn’t quite understand. “Her finger pressed softly across his lips stalled him. “No, Chuck, don’t… This thing we have is fucked up enough as it is. You own me. You can do what you like to me. You can have me do whatever you want and I can enjoy it or not… That’s the deal, remember. That’s how I manage to deal with all of this, that… That I like the things you do to me.” She admitted to him, her voice a fragile plea.

He could feel hysterical laughter bubbling up his throat and he swallowed it down as she echoed the words he had explained to her on so many occasions. “Okay, you… You go ahead and finish your shower; we still have some time before we have to meet Kate.” He told her and then abruptly turned and left the shower. He toweled dry quickly and put on his robe before sitting on the foot of his bed. After a moment he let his head sink into his hands. “What the fuck are you doing, Chuck?” he asked himself. He raised his head when he heard her enter the room, naked and casually toweling her hair. Jenny was really natural beauty when she wasn’t being self-conscious.

“Come here.” He commanded softly and she dropped the towel and walked over to stand in front of him. Her skin had that freshly scrubbed glow and the scent of his soap mixed oddly with her own as it wafted off her. Chuck patted the dress on the bed next to him. “This is for you, for tonight.” He told her and she leaned over to pick up the dress by its thin shoulder straps. “Really? You’re not going in drag this evening?” she asked with an amused arch of her eyebrow. “Ha Ha… Very funny. Just put it on.” He told her putting on an unamused air even as his lips wanted to twitch into a smile. She couldn’t have known about the party Kate had thrown in Milan where he had done just that.

He watched as she slipped the dress over her head and then let it settled down over her. The silk made the softest of hisses as it slid along her skin. The shiny red material contrasted and the cut displayed her pale skin wonderfully. He couldn’t quite stifle his amused chuckle as she turned to his full length mirror and unsuccessfully tried to adjust the dress to hide more of her cleavage without revealing the crack of her ass. He had to compliment the seamstress; she’d got the measurements absolutely spot on. “Leave it be, Jenny. You look hot.” He complimented her as he handed her the box with the matching shoes. She gave him a defiant glare and tried to adjust the dress one last time, unsuccessfully, before taking the box from him and sitting down on the bed.

She was trying to be nonchalant, but he caught her sharp intake of breath and the widening of her eyes at the Prada sandals the box contained. He smiled in amusement at the near-reverence with which she lifted the first one out of the box. He rose and quickly donned his boxers and pants while she put them on and then stood in front of the mirror and turned her foot this way and that admiring them. “We’re going out to meet Kate?” she enquired as he stood behind her, putting on his shirt. “Yes, she really has something interesting planned considering the address she gave me.” He replied while she turned around and started to do up his shirt. He noticed a flash of apprehension flash across her features, her new tough girl façade slipping before she schooled them again. He reached around her and slid his hand down the skin of her exposed back and there was only the slightest difference when he cupped and fondled her silk-clad ass.

The idea was novel, but she’d started it. He squeezed her ass and then let his hands drop to his sides. “Finish dressing me.” He commanded and then proceeded to tell her what he wanted to wear and where to find what. Jenny gave him a speculative look and then shrugged and did as she’d been told. He fondled her ass some more while she tied his tie and then relinquished his hands to her as she put on his cufflinks. Her breasts were in range and he deliberately and slowly used his fingertips to stimulate her nipples through the thin material of her dress. She tried to shift away, but he shook his head and she rolled her eyes, but remained within range. He smiled smugly as he saw the flush of arousal on the creamy expanse of her artfully displayed cleavage as his attentions stiffened her nipples to create little peaks on the smooth material. “You really are an asshole.” She admonished him without any anger and he shrugged with a grin before telling her to get the dark suit jacket that matched his trousers.

He shrugged to settle his jacket in place and adjusted his cuffs while she made a show of dusting his shoulders. “Would his highness like anything else she asked?” her tone dripping with sarcasm. “Yes, stand in front of the mirror and close your eyes.” He ordered imperiously and again she rolled her eyes, but complied. He took his time walking over to his dresser and retrieving a thin, rectangular box from one of its draws. He tapped the box against his palm as he sauntered back over to her. Chuck stood behind her and waited, letting the silence draw out. “No peeking!” he barked when her eyelids started to flutter open and she jump slightly, surprised by his closeness and the sharpness of his tone. He heard her swear under her breath making him chuckle. He took the black velvet choker out of the box and tossed the empty container onto the bed.

Chuck positioned the choker around her neck and fastened it in place. He took a moment to center the silver filigree setting that held the thumbnail size ruby. He reached around her and felt her tense as he cupped her breast while leaning his head close to her ear. He juggled her breasts to position them better and tweaked her nipples for good measure making her groan softly. “Open your eyes.” He whispered. She blinked once before staring at her reflection he released her breasts and laced his fingers together, resting his hands lightly over her crotch and his chin on her bare shoulder.

“What do you see?” he asked, nipping lightly at her earlobe. “Is that a real ruby?!?” she answered his question with one of her own, her voice an all too girlish squeak of incredulousness. “Yes, but that’s not what I mean. Tell me what do you see?” He responded with offhand indifference and repeated his question. Her straight white teeth worried at her lower lip. “Shall I tell you what I see?” he asked, flexing his hands to knead her through the silk of the dress and she nodded slowly. “I see a hot, sexy, gorgeous, young woman, who isn’t afraid of her sexuality and who’s about to do something extraordinary.” He informed her in a low, purr, pressing his hips forward to brace her as he caressed her and she started to rock her pelvis in response. “Am I right?” he queried, nuzzling at her neck.

“I… I don’t know.” She replied, her shoulder rising against his chin as she took a deep breath. “Wrong.” He admonished her and nipped her earlobe hard while thrusting forward and bearing down hard with his hands. She groaned and leaned back hard against him, her eyelids fluttering with the confluence of pleasure and pain. “You are all those things, Jenny. Trust me, I know. You’re a little scared. You don’t know what to expect. It’s natural.” He continued, letting the tip of his tongue play along the shell of her ear.

“I… I want you to enjoy tonight. I want you to own it. These guys Kate are setting you up with; they’re yours to do with as you want, not the other way around. And… And I want you to know that I won’t let anything bad happen to you. Remember, you’re mine and no one else’s. I have an investment to protect after all.” He instructed, circling his fingers over her clit and feeling her shiver against him in response. “An investment?” she wondered breathily. He turned his face to that she could see his grin in their reflection. “Oh Jenny, Jenny, Jenny. I’ve spent a lot of time and effort on making you the woman you are today. Granted, the raw material I had to work with was quite good, but it was me who shaped you, molded you.” He told her with deliberate smug arrogance.

He felt her spine straighten and a flash of anger light up her eyes. He lifted his hands off her and took a little step back as she rounded on him. Her mouth opened to undoubtedly launch a scathing tirade at him, but he cut her off with a deep, satisfied laugh. “There she is, the woman I want to see tonight. Come on let’s go.” He told her and she sputtered in confusion at his actions. He laughed again and grabbed her hand to pull her along with him as he made for the door.

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