Alright, here's part two. I have some ideas for new stories, so hopefully those will go up soon! Please read and review!

It seemed that the pent-up frustration that had been building inside of Chuck all week had finally been released. Thoughts of Bass Industries, of Jack, of paperwork, were all gone from his head, replaced by an all-consuming need to fuck Blair senseless. His earlier attempts at stopping her seemed amusing now - when had he ever been able to resist Blair (or she him, for that matter)? The second she had gotten on her knees, he had known it was a lost cause. But he wasn't nearly done with her yet. It was time for his little minx to finish what she started.

Chuck had responded to Blair's assault exactly as she had hoped he would. Perhaps the only perk of those rare occasions when they went more than 24 hours without having sex was that when they finally did, Chuck was even more aggressive than usual. The raw desire in his touch and kisses was intoxicating. At the present moment, he was wasting no time. The fingers of one hand were digging into her waist, holding her possessively to him, while the other hand was already pushing her legs apart to test how wet she was. When his fingers found the soaked material of her panties, he let out a hiss of satisfaction.

"I've barely even touched you yet and you're already wet," he murmured. "Why is that, Blair?"

"Sucking you makes me wet," she purred, grinding her ass against the bulge that was already reforming in his pants. His fingers dug deeper into her hip.

"And why did you decide to suck me just now?" he demanded, stroking her lightly through her panties.

"Because I knew you wouldn't be able to resist having your dick in my mouth," she said matter-of-factly.

"But why would you do that, Blair? I asked you not to. You know I have work to do," he growled. He reached into her slip and cupped one of her breasts forcefully, his thumb teasing her nipple.

"You needed a break," she replied, trying to control her increasingly erratic breathing. "I was trying to help."

"I didn't ask for your help. Was that really the only reason Blair?"

"Yes." No.

"Are you sure? I think there was another reason." He was still stroking her, and though he could feel her squirming, he refused to push the material of her panties aside just yet.

"And what would that be?" she said as calmly as possible. She knew he was enjoying this. Stupid basstard knew just how horny she was (5 days!), and he was going to draw her agony out for as long as he possibly could.

"I think you were hoping I would fuck you." He darted a finger into her panties, flicking her clit before pulling back out and resuming his maddening through-the-material stroking. Blair whimpered. "It's been five days and I doubt your fingers feel as good as my dick. Is that right, Blair?"

She didn't respond.

He yanked her panties down, and she stepped out of them. Then he pushed her legs apart again and poised his fingers at her opening. "Well?"

"Chuck," she moaned, bucking her hips.

"Were you hoping I would fuck you?" he growled, teasing her folds.

"Yes," she whispered.

"That's what I thought." His fingers plunged into her, his thumb rubbing her clit, and Blair gasped. But just as suddenly as he had started, he pulled them back out. "Hands against the window, kitten," he ordered. One wall of Chuck's study was entirely made of glass, offering a breathtaking view of the city. He pushed her towards it, and Blair obeyed, placing her hands on the cold glass. Chuck switched off the light, enjoying the way Blair looked bathed in moonlight, and sauntered over to her. "Now spread your legs wide and stick that delectable ass out for me to see." Blair did as she was told.

"Good girl," he said, eyeing her in approval. Her slip just barely covered her ass. He pulled the silky material up, bunching it around her waist, and ran his hands over the smooth curve of her butt. He kneaded the soft flesh before giving her a sharp smack, to which Blair responded with an intake of breath and a moan of desperation. She always liked it when he played rough.

His fingers moved to rub her inner thighs as he knelt on the ground behind her. He relished the way she shivered as she felt his breath on her wet, exposed pussy, and the way her knees nearly buckled when his tongue touched her swollen clit. She shuddered and panted as he worked her with his tongue. She was about to go over the edge when he stopped abruptly and stood up.

"Chuck," Blair whimpered, too far gone to even attempt to conceal the desperation in her voice.

He responded by grabbing her hips firmly and sliding into her from behind. Blair let out a cry of surprised pleasure - oh, how she had missed this! - as he began to fuck her in earnest. Her hips moved in sync with his thrusts, and he drove into her again and again, relishing how tight and hot and wet she felt around him. "Fuck," he muttered to himself. He loved taking Blair from behind. It was such a vulnerable, dirty position, and there was really nothing like watching Blair lose her inhibitions and completely surrender herself to him. There was also the added bonus of how deeply he was able to penetrate her from this angle - it took them both to a whole other level of pleasure.

Before long, her walls were contracting around him and she was shaking and panting as she reached the climax she had been waiting for all week. Chuck put a hand on her stomach to steady her as he continued to thrust, reaching his own release not long after. Pulling out, he covered one of Blair's hands with his own and rested his forehead against her back, taking a moment to allow their breathing to return to a normal rate. Then he spun her around and wrapped his arms around her, planting a soft kiss on her forehead.

"Thank you," he said. "I needed that."

"I know," she replied with a smile. "I like how aggressive you get. Maybe we should start taking five day breaks more often."

Chuck looked horrified at the thought. "Not a chance."

The End