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TITLE: Just Twisted
AUTHOR: Midknight
CHAPTER: 2 of 2
FANDOM: Gossip Girl
SHIP: Vanessa / Chuck
RATING: NC-17
CATEGORY: Erotica
SPOILERS: Season 2 – Episode 20.
SYNOPSIS: WARNING: HERE BE SPOILERS – SEASON 2 – EPSIODE 20. A companion piece to “Who’s Twisted Now?” with Vanessa and Chuck continuing their unique relationship.
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.
FEEDBACK: Yes Please. It helps. It really, really helps. – midknight_tales@yahoo.com
CHAPTER TWO
The room seemed very quiet as Vanessa found herself looking from one door to the other. She was not an indecisive person by nature, at least not since she’d come to the Upper Eastside and started mingling with its denizens and it irked her. The strength of his reaction bothered and intrigued her almost as much as the fact that she wasn’t pulling up her panties and pants and leaving. Instead, she leaned back against the edge of the table and using it for balance lifted her leg and undid her boot so that she could remove them. She left them on the floor and walked over to his bedroom door. Her hand froze less than an inch from the wood and she took a deep breath, held it and then let it slowly slip away from between her lips as she pushed open the door and walked into his bedroom.
Chuck was sitting on the foot of his bed, now as naked as she was. Whether he was confident in her or himself, she couldn’t tell. “You know what I want to do?” he half-asked, half-stated and she nodded slowly, but succinctly. “I… I’d like to try it, but…” she responded and he nodded without her having to finish and held his hand out to her. She took it and let him pull her gently onto the bed. She wasn’t sure what she had expected returning to his bed, but she soon found herself once again reveling in his caressing touch and warm, wet lips and tongue as he slowly explored her once more. She let him, almost remaining limp, letting him seduce her and position her as he liked until he abruptly stopped. “You don’t want to do this. Maybe you should just go.” He told her, mistaking her nervous placidity and pliability for reluctance as he leaned over her and she could feel the hard, throbbing heat of his length pressing against her hip. She took his hand and slid between her legs, letting his fingertips trail through her swollen nether-lips. She drew his hand up between them and they could both see that his fingers glistened wetly.
“I do… But, I don’t know what I’m supposed to do. I’m nervous and confused and vulnerable and I don’t like that. I’ve never felt this about sex. Yet, at the same time the idea of you… The way you’re touching me, the way you look at me is very arousing and I don’t want you to stop or to leave which is...” She made a vague gesture with his hand and hers as she tried to explain herself. “And… And now you’re being all nice and tender and gentle with me to boot… It’s all so freaking confusing.” She blurted out accusingly and knew she sounded like a petulant child, but couldn’t stop herself. Had she been standing she wasn’t quite sure that she would have been able to stop herself from stamping her foot.
“So, you would prefer it if I was a bastard and pretty much whipped you over onto your belly, held you down while you sexily struggled and writher beneath me while I fucked your ass?” he asked incredulously with a hint of suspicion. “Yes and no.” she replied with a frustrated sigh. “I could, you know? Just flip you over, have at it and enjoy myself, but there will be time for that. If it helps at all, my tenderness stems from nefarious intensions. I want you to like taking up the ass, I want you to want it and I want to be able to remind you just who did that to you… So that I’ll know that if any other lucky bastard got a crack at that sweet behind of yours, you’d think of me… See, I’m still a bastard; I’m just a subtle, sophisticated one. If that makes you feel any better. ” He told her, slipping his hand free of hers and moving back between her legs and swollen folds so that her eyes fluttered and she undulated against it as he spoke.
His lips hovered over hers and she moaned against them as his fingers moved faster and deeper. “Oh, you do have a way with words.” She quipped breathily as he used the expediency of amping up her arousal with his talented fingers to dissolve her fears and uncertainty further. He slid his fingers free of her and she watched as he slowly sucked his digits clean and then lowered his lips to hers so that she tasted herself on them. She kissed him back without conscious thought, letting her lips slide along his and her tongue chase his into the arena of their joined mouths. He lifted his head and she followed him off the bed, holding the kiss for longer than he had intended it before relaxing back with a sigh. He ran his hand lightly over her breast, letting his fingers barely trace the curve and his thumb brush the taut peak of her nipple. He explored the other breast as gently, teasing and making her arch her back off the bed to press into his touch. He grinned down at her smugly. “Now, My Sweet, roll over onto your belly.” He instructed softly, his hand dipping lower to caress her midriff before lightly tugging at her hip to encourage her.
Vanessa bit her lip for a moment before, searching his face apprehensively until he inclined his head slightly in a simple gesture for her to go ahead and do as he said. She worried at her lip a little longer and then with a slow exhalation she complied. “Just try to relax.” He told her, but she still flinched even though the return of his touch was at her shoulders and pretty much as far away from where she had expected it to be as it could be. She crossed her arms in front of her and rested her cheek on the back of her hand as he straddled her thighs brushed her hair aside and massaged her shoulders and neck with sure, strong hands until despite herself, she did start to relax. His massage started to slowly work its way lower and as he shifted back, she felt his shaft brush lightly between her ass cheeks and she tensed. “Just relax.” He reiterated as his hands crept steadily lower and he added the warm, wet stimulation of his lips on her skin in the form of soft, sucking kisses.
She tried to keep her breathing slow and even, but his touch and kiss were quite pleasurable and added to the nervous tension created by their inevitable destination, her breathing was just a little bit ragged when he finally ran out of back. He continued to massage her buttocks for a few moments and then he was slowly spreading her ass cheeks apart. She tensed against his grip, clenching although she was trying to do as he had bid her and relax. He relaxed his grip and she relaxed with it. He tried again with the same result and then again and again until her reaction was slower and less severe. His methodical patience somehow irked her and although she couldn’t see him, she had the feeling that he was laughing at her, amused at her inability to control her reaction which flared when he started to brush his thumb, made wet and slippery by a quick trip along her moist slit, across the rose bud of her exposed asshole. Vanessa frowned as she realized he was humming something under his breath as he added more pressure and more fingers to his caress of her rear entrance, keeping his digits greasy by regularly returning to and exploring her swollen folds.
Instead of tensing, she started to squirm under his touch as her arousal increased but he seemed to make no more effort to move things along than a few random poking increases in pressure against the greased up resistance of her anus. She could feel his maleness occasionally brush against the inside of her thigh, so she knew there was no physical cause for delay. She had managed to relax as much as she thought she could under the circumstances, but was starting to tense again as those circumstances did not seem to change. She concentrated and was surprised to realize he was softly humming the ride of the Valkyries and then the words just tumbled from her lips. “What are you waiting for?” she asked as he continued to tease and toy with her and her anxious anticipation got the better of her. “Why, My Lady, an invitation, of course.” He answered with casual impudence and she felt the smug smile on his face without seeing it. She’d almost forgotten who exactly she was dealing with. “Dammit, Chuck, just…” she started to chastise him angrily, but was brought up short as she gasped when his thumb breached the tight ring of muscle that was her sphincter.
She whined and bit her lip as he continued to apply slow, steady pressure to drive his thumb through the defensive clamping of her rear and she just managed to stop herself from trying to pull away from him. It didn’t really hurt or feel uncomfortable as such, just strange, very strange. Her reaction had been out of shock more than anything else. She felt hot and stretched around his finger, but the sensation faded as he wriggled and slowly circled and twisted his thumb once he could insert it no further and she acclimatized to his invasion. Her mind started to do some calculations. She had seen his thumb and she’d been intimately acquainted with his cock and her eyes popped open when she made the correlation between the two. “It’s never going to fit.” She whispered against the skin of her forearm in shock as he started to slide his thumb back and forth. “Yes it will, I promise.” He contradicted her in a smoky whisper against the shell of her ear, making her start.
Chuck continued to work his thumb slowly back and forth, wriggling and twisting it to stretch and relax her twitching muscles. He also used his other hand to caress and massage her back while his warm, wet lips made occasional forays against her skin as well. His other fingers also continued to deftly caress the folds of her sex to send little waves of pleasure pulsing into her to counter the nervous flutters in her stomach. He slid his thumb out of her and it was weird that she felt its absence more than she had its presence. “Ready to give it a try?” he asked against the shell of her as he stroked the head of his cock through her folds and then with a thrust drove himself into her. She braced herself and without thought pressed back onto him as he parted her feminine flesh with one smooth, long stroke until he was molded to her backside.
She rocked back onto him as he circled his hips to stir her core with his thick, throbbing length, both of them making little sounds of enjoyment. He kissed and nipped at her shoulder and neck, his hands reaching around her to find her breasts and fondled them to again electrify her stiff, tingling nipples. He withdrew from her slowly and she had to force herself not to back up to keep him inside her. It wasn’t that she was still so nervous about what was about to happen, but she liked the way he felt inside her sex, or that’s what she told herself. His hand returned to the curve of her ass which he then proceeded to slowly massage before he moved his hand to her waist. “Vanessa… Just try to relax and don’t freak out too much.” He instructed in a tone that she assumed was intended to be soothing, but it just made her even more self-conscious.
She flinched when the tip of his dick touched her asshole and his fingers tightened at her waist. “Easy.” He encouraged and made no further attempt to increase the light pressure he was applying. “I’m not a polo pony.” She snapped at him over her shoulder. “I don’t play polo.” He responded with irritating calm. “That isn’t the…” She started to argue heatedly, but her words cut off with a gasp as he pressed forward and pulled her back at the same time. The tight ring of her asshole continued to resist, but the pressure also continued to build and then she cried out sharply, her head snapping up at the sharp, fiery pain of his dick breaching her. Her ass clenched, but he continued to drive steadily into her and another cry leapt out of her lips before she could bite it back as he forged his way through her resistant, virgin flesh. “Sorry. Sorry. Sorry.” He whispered a sincere, apologetic litany behind her while his hand curved around her shoulder to stop her instinctive pull away from him. Strangely, she actually believed him even as she cursed him. The small of her back twitched as her muscles tensed and trembled while he continued to part and fill the virgin territory of her rear end.
She whimpered and bit her lip to check the sound, hating how weak and pathetic it sounded. The sharp pain faded to a steady throb, but his invasion felt hot and very uncomfortable even when he stopped advancing, his pelvis pressed tight to the curves of her buttocks. “Breathe.” Chuck instructed and she let out an explosive breath she had not realized she was holding. The exhalation helped drain some of the tension, but she still whined as her back channel flexed and squeezed at his hard, pulsing shaft trying to adjust to or expel him. “Keep breathing and relax.” He advised before kissing her shoulder as she dropped her head back to her forearms and tried to adjust to his invasion. He gave her the time to do so, but he wasn’t completely idle as he nuzzled and kissed at the side of her neck and shoulder while one of his hands lightly fondled her breast and the other rubbed gentle circles on her flat stomach. His actions were both soothing and exciting, the familiar and unfamiliar sensations mixing to help her follow his advice.
“Rock your hips a little.” He instructed with a nip at her shoulder as she sucked in a sharp breath when he started to slowly circle his hips to stir her tight, resistant flesh. She grimaced as her ass twitched around him and the discomfort increased a little as she did as he asked and he began to move inside her. His hand slipped from her belly and his nimble fingers found the button of her clit as he increased the range of his motion while using his hand on her shoulder to keep her in sync with him. “Breathe.” He reminded her again as he kept the pace slow and gentle, but kept increasing the length of his strokes. His hand returned to her breast and created a sparking link between it, her sex and the push and pull of his thick shaft in her ass that aided in diluting the discomfort she still felt.
She started to moan breathily as the pleasure he created overcame the discomfort and strangeness, nervousness and fear. It occurred to her that he was good at this, a little too good. She wasn’t his first backdoor virgin conquest and she wondered how many other girls he’d manipulated into taking it up the ass. She was perfectly aware that he had manipulated her, but as they continued to move and the pleasure continued to increase she couldn’t fault him as he was delivering as advertised. Vanessa didn’t know how or when it happened, but she became aware that she was the one pressing back onto him and there was nothing but pleasure. “That’s it, Babe. That… That feels so good.” He encouraged her and she rose up on all fours to get better leverage. “Don’t… Call… Me… Babe… Ever!” She panted, the threat marred by the groan that slipped from her lips as he made a throaty chuckle and started to thrust harder.
His fingers continued to create electric jolts and surges as he stimulated her nipples and clit, but it was his thick, virile, male length plunging through her tight, pulsing bowels that was unexpectedly a growing source of pleasure. He started to be a little less gentle with her, his hands clutching at her as he started to drive in and out of her in nearly full-length strokes and she didn’t have a problem with it, bracing herself to accept the increased impact. Sweat popped up on her skin as they strained together to form little rivulets that that trickled down the curve of her flexing back and down her arms and thighs while also lubricating the slide of his hard midriff along her ass cheeks and lower back. Her breathing was becoming ragged and her gasps graduated to cries again, but now they had nothing to do with pain or discomfort. Vanessa hated that he had been right, once she’d overcome her fear and prejudices, surrendered to it, she was enjoying anal. It was new and liberating and he’d given her the experience.
“You fucking, smug, have-to-be-right bastard!” She let him know that fact in no uncertain terms, but in a vehement, but smoky growl that refused to hold any real venom. “Yeah, you can thank me again later.” He commented with his trademark smug laugh and a sharp nip at her shoulder. The sweet tension of a building climax was starting to flutter in her belly and send random quivers out along her muscles. The way, that it had built and was still building were different in subtle ways that she couldn’t quite define, quantify or process at that moment, but it was building. Her flooded, slippery sex clenched and flexed and twisted against itself and her ass mirrored it around the hot, steel of his thrusting shaft as the roiling, pulsing ball of energy at her core expanded to push the limits of her ability to contain it.
“Fuck me.” The wanton command tumbled from her lips in a sharp burst of want as she voiced what she needed to push herself over the edge. “I always knew you were something special… Now, hold on tight.” He told her with pride and lusty promise in his rumbly voice. She lifted her head and whipped her hair out of her face to clear her vision enough for her to reach up and wrapped her hands around the top of the headboard. He moved with her, staying buried inside her. She whined as the angle of his penetration changed and he ground against her. Chuck slipped his hands under her arms and then hooked them over her shoulders as he pressed his lips to her shoulder and then against her ear. “Tell me again what you want me to do.” He demanded, his breath a hot growl against her cheek, his chest pressing against her shoulder blades as it heaved. “Fuck me, Chuck… Fuck… My… Ass.” She admitted her desire unabashedly, circling her hips to grind back into him. His chest rumbled against her back as he groaned and she felt his lips curl into a smile against the skin of her cheek.
“Your wish… Is my command.” He whispered against the shell of her ear before nipping and catching her earlobe between his teeth as he slowly drew his hips back and pulled his length from her until only his head remained. He let go of her earlobe as they remained poised like that, but his breath remained hot against the shell of her ear. Her body trembled as the moment stretched. “You are one of a kind, Vanessa.” He complimented her quietly and as she drew breath to make a retort, he drove forward while his hands tensed and his arms pulled her down and back onto him. There was a renewed stab of pain, but it disappeared as quickly as it flared and her breath came out as a stuttering wail as he proceeded to pound her hard and fast.
The headboard rattled and creaked along with the rest of the bed as she held onto it for dear life as with a strangled, growing roar and the rapid, reverberating slap of his pelvis colliding with her ass he did what she told him to do. Pleasure lashed into her as she surrendered to the push and pull of his hands, but braced herself for the now wonderful impact of his maleness lancing into her hot, dank core. The energy that had built at her center flared, sending out arching tendril of spidery lightning that carried sizzling delight to her nerves. Her muscles started to twitch and heat washed across her skin in waves as her heart raced and her blood pounded in her ears. Her eyes were open, but what she saw made no sense as she picked out the grain of the wood of the headboard as it got closer when she didn’t quite brace herself in time and further away when she pressed back onto him.
Her breathing became faster and shallower and his sounded like a bellows behind her as he grunted and growled with the strain of keeping up the deliciously ferocious assault on her hindquarters. The energy of her building orgasm contracted in on itself, condensing and solidifying in her loin and despite her body being rocked by the hammer blow impact of his powerfully pumping hips, she experiences a remarkable moment of peace, just a moment and then her world was torn asunder by the explosion of her orgasm. She screamed her release to the ceiling like a banshee, using all the air she had left and then desperately gasping for more as her body tensed as if she were being electrocuted. Bliss swept across her nerves like wildfire and her body relaxed and tensed in waves. Thought and time ceased and she was deaf to everything else except the exultant song of her body. Her back channel had locked around him, squeezing and twisting as if to crush him, but she was vaguely aware that he continued to hump against her firm ass although he was already balls deep.
Vanessa’s pussy flexed against itself, twisting and rippling on a gush of slippery, heated cream that slowly started to trickle down the inside of her thighs as she shook and shuddered under the ravaging delight of a climax born of something she had not experienced before. A strangled cry, somewhere between pain and triumph rippled out behinds her and his hands tightened almost painfully on her shoulders as he humped hard and fast and then pressed tight against her ass. Chuck’s cock expanded against the clenched embrace of her back channel and then filled her bowels with hot spurts of liquid heat. Her eyes snapped wide and another cry of her own mingled with the echo of his as his eruption triggered another in her. Already over-stimulated nerves that were just beginning to cope with the intensity of an earth shattering climax were once again reignited with fire. Her cry strangled into a whimpering wail before her breath caught so that she couldn’t find air as her body locked and trembled into a taut vibrating bow.
Her blood pounded in her ears as the intensity of her pleasure skirted the border of pain and still she couldn’t seem to catch her breath. A part of Vanessa, as animal and primitive as the part reveling in the fruits of her desire, started to panic, but her body refused to respond, entranced and seduced by the siren song of her coursing bliss. He grip had eased and shifted to her breasts, massaging and fondling as his hips continued to rock and shift his now-spent cock inside her adding to the overwhelming sensations and like her breath, she couldn’t find her voice to tell him to stop. Wild, electric fire continued to wash over her, carrying signals of joy and delight with them that her receptors were already too overloaded to handle. Her world went bright and then blurry before it started to grey around the edges and with a whimper, she went limp and tumbled into the blessed, unfeeling darkness of unconsciousness as she passed out.
Vanessa woke slowly, her consciousness swimming to the surface in slow blinks that brought an unfamiliar ceiling into her vision. “Where am I? What happened?” She wondered, as she took stock of her surroundings and the fact that she was naked under the bedclothes that covered her. “Welcome back.” The familiar voice of Chuck Bass greeted her and triggered a vivid flood of memories. She sat up far too quickly and felt the room spin for a moment before she could focus and found him standing at the foot of the bed, fully dressed except for the top two undone buttons of his shirt. She groaned as her body complained in a hundred little ways that it had been over-exerted. “What happened? What did you do to me?” she asked him accusingly as she gathered some of the sheets and clutched them to her chest to cover her nakedness.
“You did what I asked and then I did what you asked and then you passed out.” He informed her with infuriating calm as he walked around the bed. “Here, drink this.” He told her, handing her a tall glass of water after he settled onto the edge of the bed while she gaped at him as she tried to reconcile his simple explanation with the memories that were still washing over her. She took the glass and brought it to her lips by reflex, but after the first touch of the cool liquid to her lips she found she was parched and drank thirstily. “Easy.” He cautioned her as she sputtered and nearly choked in her haste to get the wonderfully cool liquid down her throat. That single word triggered another string of memories that did things to her insides and raised the volume of her body’s complaints while she took his advice and drank more slowly.
Vanessa tried to take a mental inventory of those complains, but kept getting conflicting tallies. She felt relaxed and energized at the same time, yet she also felt like she’d had the work out of her life, but she didn’t seem to be any worse the wear for the experience. She could also still feel the phantom sensation of him still inside her and the slickness his completion had left behind, It made her want to squirm, but she didn’t as he was watching her with that smug little smile curling the corners of his ridiculously kissable lips. “He made me come so hard that she’d passed out and he did it by taking her anal virginity.” She finally acknowledged the truth of events, not sure if she was amazed or horrified or a very confusing mixture of the two.
“How long?” she asked to break the uncomfortable, growing silence. “You’ve been out for about an hour or so. You gave me a little scare there at first, the way you just slumped in my arms and didn’t respond to your name. I thought you might have hit your head or something.” He told her and admitted. “But, when I managed to get you stretched out on your back and the hair out of your face I found you unmarred and breathing with a smile on those pretty lips of yours. So, I tucked you in and let you sleep.” He explained with a pat to her knee thought the covers. She handed him the glass and he set it down on the bedside table.

“I… I think I need to be getting home, now.” She told him, pulling her knees towards her chest and pulling more of the covers around her. Her modesty felt and was absurd considering what they’d been doing, but she felt confused and conflicted. She hadn’t thought that she should trusted Chuck, but she’d given herself over to him all the same and he’d delivered all that he’d promised and more. Now, she didn’t seem to be able to trust herself and she needed the protection of something between her skin and his gaze. “Why don’t you go and take a nice long bath, after which we’ll grab an early dinner and I’ll take you home.” He counter-proposed with his tone soft and coaxing while his smile added all kinds of silent promises. She was certain the amenities in his lavish hotel suite would be far more enjoyable than those in her small apartment and a long, hot soak in the swimming pool he called a bathtub sounded absolutely divine, but she wasn’t sure she’d be able to resist if he asked to join her and wash her back, or worse yet that she would ask him to.
“No… I would like to go home now.” She re-iterated and watched as his eyes became speculative and a frown furrowed his forehead. She also realized that it wasn’t like he was doing anything to hold her against her will. All she had to do was get up, get dressed and leave, she didn’t need his permission, but she stayed right where she was under the covers. “Okay, Vanessa, whatever you want.” He said suddenly and rose off the bed. “I still think you should take that bath, you’ll enjoy it and it will soak away any lasting… Effects of our little experiment.” He suggested as if reading her mind and held up his hand to stall her as she drew breath to argue. “I’m leaving to get a drink at the bar and then dinner. Use the facilities or just leave, there will be a car waiting to take you wherever you’d like to go when you’re ready. Thank you for a lovely afternoon.” He told her and before she could stop him he captured her hand and pressed his lips lightly to her knuckles before turning on his heels and walking away. She wanted to call his name, make him stop so she could make some retort on his suave, gentlemanly maneuvers, but all she did was smile as she watched him collect his jacket and leave.
Vanessa shook herself out of the memory and stared, once again at the text message on her phone. Her body had a slight flush of aroused heat and itchy tightness in reaction to her little trip down memory lane. She should just take a cold shower, turn off her phone and curl up with a good book, but instead she hit reply and typed: “I’m free. Wot did u hav in mind?” Her finger hovered over the send button then lightly ran over it without depressing it. She took a deep breath and muttered “God help me.” As she let it out slowly and sent the text.
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