The Blair Itch Project

TITLE: The Blair Itch Project AUTHOR: Midknight CHAPTER: 9 of ? FANDOM: Gossip Girl SHIP: Blair / Chuck RATING: NC-17 CATEGORY: Erotica SPOILERS: Season 1 - A couple. SYNOPSIS: A companion piece to Moving Violation - Blair finds she has an itch, she just can't quite scratch and is forced to turn to Chuck for help. 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 NINE Blair started awake, gasping and breathing heavily with a sense of panic, all the more bewildering because she could not understand it. It was Saturday morning. He had taken her to dinner and a movie the night before and they'd come back to his hotel suite. She hadn't seen most of the movie or cared that she'd missed it. Chuck had been very frisky and despite the public venue she had enjoyed his attention and gave as good as she got. At, one point, she had been almost certain they were going to get thrown out of the theatre. It had been almost four days since they had last been able to have more than a quickie due to her mother being back in town as well as a confluence of social engagements and extracurricular activities that she hadn't been able to get out of. The movie had been his idea and she knew he had done it to tease her, because he knew she had wanted to go straight back to his suite after dinner to have sex. He'd known this because she'd told him so. Her exact words had been: "Get dessert to go. I want you to take me to bed and fuck me. It's been too long." She knew she was giving him power, but she didn't care. She missed the enjoyable feeling of sated physical exhaustion that a long, hard session of athletic sex with Chuck gave her and falling asleep against his warm body, enveloped in the scent of sex. Her mother had returned to Milan and Serena had plans with Dan, so she knew she could stay over at Chuck's without any problems. Chuck hadn't disappointed. He'd insisted on having dessert at the restaurant, perusing the menu and taking his time ordering, his expression bland, as if she hadn't pretty much propositioned him, while his foot had moved from playing with her ankle to exploring skin higher up on her leg. She'd given him a withering look and then slipped off her shoe and extended her foot to rub it over his crotch. She had felt just a little smug as his non-chalance had suddenly seemed a little forced and his voice was an octave higher as he ordered from their waiter while she kneaded the growing bulge in his pants with her toes. But, then he'd still insisted on going to the movie too, a movie, which he apparently just had to see. She hadn't argued, she knew the futility of trying to stop him from playing his games. The theatre had been quite empty and she guessed the movie wasn't very popular or very good. They sat well away from any of the other patrons. Blair had satisfied herself with making him feel as if he were cutting off his nose to spite his face though as she gave him a teasing hand job, denying him completion again and again while she refused to play her usual shy denials of his advances in public, half to rob him of those victories and partially because of her own need. The credits had hardly started to roll before he had grabbed her hand and almost dragged her out of the theatre. They had been at a fever pitch by the time they had reached his door. God alone knew what the driver of the cab or the few hotel staff, which were mercifully the only people in the lobby, thought or saw as they kissed and their hands roamed freely with erotic intent as they made their way to his hotel suite. He'd unlocked his door and making her gasp in surprise had swept her into his arms and taken her to his bed to finally do as she had asked. They literally tore each other's clothes off as anticipation and arousal flared into unadulterated desire and blazing lust. It was hours later when he deposited his final load of semen in her ass. She'd lost track of the number of orgasms he'd given her, but they had been many and intense and had tamed the itch inside her leaving her completely satisfied and limply relaxed as feeling one, last, light kiss on her shoulder, she had fallen asleep with his weight still comfortably resting across her back. The fast transition between sleep and wakefulness had left her disoriented, but she had the distinct feeling that something was wrong. This was confirmed when she tried to rise and found that she couldn't. She looked to first one side and then the other to find her wrists tied to the corners of the headboard with velvet ropes wrapped around silk scarves. There was some slack, but hardly enough for her to lift her shoulders off the bed. On further investigation, she found that her ankles were similarly bound to the bottom of the bed and that the covers were also missing. The sense of panic returned, this time undiluted by slumber and she frantically thrashed around, testing her bonds. "Fun as it is to watch, you might want to stop doing that before you hurt yourself or leave some interesting and very hard to explain bruises." Chuck's soft voice informed her. She continued to struggle for a few more moments, not quite in charge of her body or panic enough to follow his instruction until she had proved the futility of her actions. "Chuck? What the hell?" she wondered trying to get her breathing under control as she strained to look around, unable to see him. Chuck strolled into her field of view, wearing a robe and his all too familiar smug smile plastered across his face. "Untie me now." She commanded, glaring at him and tugging at her bonds one last time. He placed his knuckles under his chin and pantomimed considering her demand. "Hmmmm. No. It took for ever to get you nicely trust up like this without waking you and you know me... I never like to waste effort. "Chuck." She growled at him with fury, but he remained unmoved. He was too calm and iron-willed for threats to work, not that she had much in the way of threats to make and she knew fighting him was pointless, so she changed tack. "Chuck... Untie me, please. I'll do whatever else you want. I don't like this. It scares me," She admitted, projecting the vulnerability and unease she was feeling into her voice as she could. Someone watching might have thought she was trying to appeal to his better nature. She knew better, he didn't have one. Blair figured that maybe, if she showed him he had already won, he might relent. She realized the chances were slim, but her options were limited. "How the hell did I sleep through him tying me up? Have I gotten so accustomed to his touch? And, how long has he been planning this?" she wondered. "Oh relax, Blair... We haven't gotten to the good parts yet." He told her calmly and she knew her gambit had failed. He stepped closer and produced something from the pocket of his robe and sat next to her. It was a sleep mask and it took her a moment to realize his intent as he started to lean towards her. "No!" she gasped and started to thrash her head about as he attempted to put the mask on her. Her range of motion was limited and he was persistent and although she continued to beg him not to, she soon found herself in the darkness behind the thick material of the mask as he securely put it in place. She continued to struggle, once again thrashing against her bonds as unreasoning panic ran rampant through her. She cursed, threatened and tried to cajole him into releasing her, only barely aware of his hands that ran intimately over her body with light touches. "Calm down, Blair." She heard him say, his voice placing him inches away from her mouth. She lunged at him, her teeth snapping together as she moved out of range as she attempted to bite him, using the only method of offence left to her. "Wow... You really aren't a morning person." Chuck informed her, his voice colored with amusement. "You fucking bastard." She yelled in the direction of his voice. He didn't respond and she felt the bed shift as he got off it and then everything was silent. Blair closed her eyes, preferring the natural darkness behind their lids to the forced one of the mask. Nothing happened. She called his name, once and after a pause a second time and still nothing happened. Blind and barely able to move, time started to lose meaning as she strained her hearing, hoping to catch some sound, find some indication that the world around her had not vanished. Fear bubbled up in her and sort escape via a hysterical scream she felt building in her throat. If she ever got free of this, it would be the end. She would be rid of Chuck Bass. This was too much. Blair cried out and gasped in shock and surprise when a drop of something icy cold fell onto her chest and then proceeded to run down into the valley of her cleavage. She shivered. "Chuck?" she queried in a hushed voice. "Miss me?" he answered her question with a question. She hated him more than she had ever hated him before, but to hear him, to feel his weight settle on the bed next to her, the heat radiating off him send a flood of relief through her. "Please... Please untie me, Chuck... I'm... I'm freaking out here, Please." She begged, not caring anymore, not acting, not strategizing, not trying to play the game, just desperately wanting to be free. He brushed the hair that had fallen across her face during her struggles out of the way and his hand lightly cupped her cheek. "Blair, Baby... I want you to relax. No one's going to hurt you, quite the opposite. You just have to trust me." He informed her in a low soothing tone, his hand stroking her cheek and his mouth so close to hers, his breath tickled her lips. "Trust you? Trust you!" she responded incredulously. "You tied me up while I slept, you prick." She continued feeling angry heat melt the cold knot of fear that had been tightening and twisting since she had woken up in this predicament. "Aaah... There's the Blair Waldorf I know and lu... like, but sticks and stones, My Dear, sticks and... stones." He replied. She could feel his lips hovering over hers, his breath hot against them. She opened her mouth to retort and he pounced, his lips crushing hers and his tongue hungrily invading her mouth. At, the same time, his hand cupped her crotch, his palm grinding against her clit while his fingers stroked across and then through her folds. Her hands flexed into fists and she drew the restraining cords around her wrist taut; her eyes snapped open, trading velvety darkness for the more grain one of the sleep mask. Her hips bucked against his hand without her conscious command and her tongue battle back against his lascivious intrusion to instinctively tangle with his. She moaned into his mouth, as despite everything, her body responded with aroused excitement to his kiss and touch; her sex flexing, clenching and twisting against his fingers, sending a wave of hot lubrication to meet them as they delved into her slit and caressed her intimate flesh. She was startled by the intensity of her reaction, and then shocked when suddenly both lips and hands left her. Blair could still feel the echoes of both, raising her head as far as she could, hoping to follow his lips and her hips undulated in search of his touch. "Did that hurt? Did it feel bad?" he asked, his voice floating down to her after she let her head drop back to the pillow. "Well? Did it?" he asked again when she didn't answer. "No." she replied softly, knowing he would relish her admission. "Sorry... What was that? I could hear you." He goaded. "NO! It wasn't bad and it didn't hurt... It felt... good! Are you satisfied now?" she responded loudly, but sullenly. Blair was now angry at herself as well as with him. He was doing it again; making her feel aroused by something she would have sworn was not in the least bit sexy. Chuck knew her too fucking well. Her panic at being unexpected restrained and robbed of her sight had built a buzzing tension of fear inside her and he was transmuting it, channeling it into an energy she come to know all to well over the last few months. She both adored and despised him for being able to see that potential inside her. "I'm getting there." He answered and this time his lips descended on her breast, sucking her tit flesh into the wet, warmth of his mouth while his tongue swiped, swirled around, rolled and flicked her nipple. His hand cupped her other breast, and dexterous fingers paid homage to that nipple as fervently as his tongue was to its twin. The turgid tips tingled as they quickly tightened, hardened and grew under his ministrations and sparking surges of pleasure pulsed into her chest in time with his sucking lips and squeezing fingers. She tilted her shoulder, trying pushing more her breast into his mouth, and then, again all contact vanished. Blair made a harsh sound of dissatisfaction and strained at her bonds, this time not so much in an attempt to free herself as to be able to bring back his pleasing mouth and hand. She knew he was still next to her, she could feel him their, but he would shift away whenever she tried to increase the contact. She growled her frustration as she settled back on the bed and went still. She took a deep breath and then exhaled slowly before licking her lips, which felt swollen and dry. Time ticked by and he did nothing. She squirmed. His teasing had awoken the itch, but their wasn't enough slack in the ropes holding her legs apart for her to rub her thigh together. She flinched slightly as an icy drop fell on her heated skin again and then something cold, which she realized was an ice cube brush across her lips, cooling them before it was gone. It made his lips feel even hotter when a few moments later they swooped down on hers again. His hungry, probing kiss lasted just long enough for her to again try to follow his lips when they left. She heard him chuckle and she snarled her displeasure, which only added more amusement to his chuckle. Chuck began to torture her then, a delicious torture that soon had her writhing and panting in aroused excitement. Heat, cold, his lips, his tongue, his fingers and every combination of the lot tantalized her skin at random intervals and unexpected locations and for varying lengths of time and intensity. The ice left trails of gooseflesh, which he sometimes heated away with his swirling tongue, but at other times didn't. She yelped and gasped when he slid the ice cube through her folds and onto her clit sending an intense spark of cold lancing into her. Her hips bucked, straining the limits of her bonds when his lips soothed away the cold with heat, pressure and pleasure, moaning his name. Blair could feel herself flood, her intimate flesh flexing and twisting in need and hungry anticipation. The itch kept revving up inside her, driving her wild. Her skin felt like it could burst into flame and her blood pounded in her ears to the beat of her racing heart. "What? Chuck? Don't!" she cried frantically when time dragged out and he didn't make contact with her again. He deliberately blew across her ear, ruffling the hair that covered it and she let out a long slow breath as she let go of the irrational fear that he had actually left. "Would you like me to fuck you or free you? You can only have one or the other." He asked, delivering the ultimatum into the shell of her ear in a breathy, heated growl, his hand cupping and squeezing her breast and tweaking her nipple at the same time. She could almost see the fierce, intense look on his hawk-like features in the darkness behind the mask. Blair knew what he wanted her to say and she knew what she wanted to say, but she hated that they were the same thing. "Fuck me." She whispered. "Christ help me... I want you to fuck me, Chuck." She repeated in a louder voice, her tone colored with both surrender and need. She felt him climb on top of her and between her legs. His erection brushed against the inside of her thigh for a moment before he guided it between her slippery folds and positioned himself at her entrance. She could feel his breath on her face and felt him draw in a deep breath and then let it out slowly. Blair blinked as light flooded her eyes as he slid the mask up away from them. His eyes materializes above hers, clear and intense and then blurred again slightly as she gasped sharply and then sighed as his hips drove forward. Her head pressed back into the pillow beneath it as he back arched and her hips rose to meet him as he ploughed into her, swiftly filling and stretching her eager, yet resistant flesh. Chuck didn't give her much time to adjust to his sudden and thorough invasion of her, grinding into her for only moments before withdrawing to her entrance and then plunging deep once more. His cock burned a fiery trail of friction along her clutching flesh and she cried out as the accompanying pleasure rippled through her sensitized nerves, her bond going taut as her body tensed in response. He screwed her with long, hard, steady strokes, dragging in air through his nose with each withdrawal and an aggressive exhalation with each thrust. The collision of his body with hers, shook it, making her breasts shake, her hard nipples scraping across his chest with sparks of sensation as his eyes remained locked with hers. He licked his lips and she unconsciously did the same as he pounded into her again and again and again, scratching her itch and transforming it into the sweet tension of a building climax. "Goddammit... You're so fucking beautiful." He told her from between clenched teeth before his lips descended on hers in a bruising kiss where she dueled his tongue for supremacy. She moaned her response, bucking her hips as best she could to meet his as his thick, hard, long cock pushed her closer to climax. She praised, cursed, encouraged, berated and entreated him to continue on panted breaths when his lips left hers and along with his teeth and tongue wetly explored her neck and shoulder. Words dwindling into animal noises of enjoyment and appreciation, her sex flooding hot and moist to aid shaft's delicious journey through her clenching flesh to the depths of her blazing core. Chuck's fingers climbed up her outstretched arms and for a moment she thought he might free her hands, although she was now too far gone to really care. He did not, but she found some satisfaction at having something to grip and tangibly strain against as his fingers twined with hers. The flutter in her taut belly became a quiver as the rising wave of her climax continued to build, to grow, a roiling mass of energy that continued to expand, testing the limits of her control. She could feel the tsunami of sensation looming, poised, waiting for her will to slip or his actions to simply overwhelm her. Some strange, stubborn part of her continued to struggle, to fight, to hold back and keep pace with his passion and the jagged lightning bolts of pleasure that lanced into her as he did. Her fight was valiant, but in the end it was Chuck whispering a single word into her ear that was her undoing. "Cum." He whispered softly as he buried himself deep once more and it was as if the word bypassed her brain and spoke directly to her body. The wave crested and broke swamping her with a sudden deluge of pleasurable energy. Her snatch twisted and locked around him in an unyielding vice, testing the granite hardness that filled her while her back arched, driving her up against him and a wailing cry ripped from her throat. Her muscles twitched and she trembled, her breath shuddering her cry. She clutched harder at his hands and the roped that bound her twanged and vibrated as they snapped taut when she strained against them as her orgasm ravaged her senses and flames of delight licked at her nerves, setting them on fire. She continued to climax in intense surges, her body just barely relaxing for mere moments before once again tensing in response to the electric current of pleasure that whipped mercilessly through her. She thought she heard him grunt against her collarbone, but there was no way to be sure through the pounding in her ears. His hips bucked, pumping and grinding into her, setting off another cascade of ecstasy. She saw his head rise through the blur of her eye lashes, his jaw going from clenched to open wide, teeth bared, the muscles of his neck standing out, corded and tense as he threw back his had and bellowed his release. Blair felt the hot splatters of his essence mingle with the liquid heat of the torrent of cream she was expelling from her core. Her climax skipped and danced along the knife edge between pleasure and pain as muscles, nerves and flesh strained to process the pure force and magnitude of her continuing climax's power. Her voice had long since given all it could and drawn out whimpers replaced her cry when her body finally settled back onto the bed along with Chuck's weight. They both spasmed, bodies occasionally twitching as stray shocks of sensation rippled across over loaded senses and raw, over-sensitized nerves. They breathed in counterpoints of heavy panting breaths. She still felt like she was on fire, her skin tingled and she could feel sweat roll along her skin. Chuck groaned and lifted himself off her. It took her a moment to muster the where with all to release his finger. She hissed and he groaned as he slid free of her, transferring his weight to his knees to free his hand. Blair let her head loll to the side and watched with almost mystified fascination as he quickly undid the rope at her right wrist. She flexed her hand slowly, turning it slightly after he unwrapped the scarf that had padded it, half bemused by the novelty of movement. He attended to her other wrist and it surprised her how stiff her shoulders felt after she was able to lower her arms. "Blair? Blair, are you okay?" he asked and she could actually hear the concern radiating in her voice. She wondered what she looked like to him at that very moment. She felt dazed, emotionally and physically toasted. The experience had been wild, the pleasure, and the orgasm well beyond belief, but there were also the memories of fear and panic, and as she examined them, a betrayal of sorts. She turned her feelings over in her mind, trying to see which ones would come out on top, silent as he asked her again. She could hear just a satisfying hint of panic in his voice when he asked a third time and still she did not reply. He started to turn, reaching for the binding on her ankle when her hand slammed into his cheek with a resounding slap. She drew back for a second, but he caught her wrist just short of his face. Blair had thrown everything she could muster into that slap and she could see her handprint, red on his cheek and could almost feel the heat of it radiate against her palm. "Never again... Never again unless I ask you to." She warned him in a low, threatening voice, her bosom heaving as she forced herself into a sitting position so that her face was closer to his and he could see the seriousness in her eyes. "Fair enough." He conceded with a slow earnest nod. She saw his tongue peek out from between his lips and then he drew her palm to them and planted a soft, simple kiss on it. She leaned closer. "And, Chuck, remember...Paybacks a bitch and in case you've forgotten, so am I." she warned into the shell of his ear before nipping at his earlobe hard. "I look forward to it and how could I forget, it's one of your most attractive qualities." He informed her and she chuckled wickedly a she let herself flop back on the bed. "Now hurry up and finish untying me. I need to take a shower." She commanded. She saw a speculative look come into his eyes. "Chuck, my hands are free. I swear I'll claw your eyes out if you even think about trying something else right now." She threatened. He shook his head and snorted, but quickly undid the rest of her bonds. TO BE CONTINUED... I HOPE