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I mentioned groveling, didn't I? Well, here it is.

"I'm so sorry, Blair," Chuck told her as he lowered her to the bed, "I was stupid and ruthless. Eugenia has been warning me for months that it was wrong, but I was blinded by my own arrogance. It will never happen again. You matter to me so much more than any stupid business deal. How I ever convinced myself that this would end well is beyond me."

"No talking," she silenced him as she placed her hands to his lips. Those she'd giggled earlier as she proclaimed her victory, her eyes still showed her anger. He wasn't done making amends for his wrong doing. "You have one job right now, and that is servicing me and doing everything I say."

"You'll need to be a bit more specific," he told her as he removed her shoes from her feet, dropping them to the floor before his fingers sought out the hem of the stockings she was wear, loosening the garter belt so he could slid it down her leg slowly before he did the same to the other. "Oh, the benefits of watching you dress in the morning," he thought out loud, "I know exactly what effort is needed to undress you."

"No talking," she silenced him again with a stern look. "Since you know what needs to be taken off, perhaps you can do so without looking."

"That sounds like a challenge," he smirked before her scowl reminded him that he shouldn't be talking.

"Tie your tie around your eyes so you cannot see anything," she commanded him.

He undid the knot and did as he was told.

"Remove your clothes," she instructed him as she propped herself up on her elbows to watch the show that was starting. She loved watching him undress, but she never really allowed herself this indulgence as he always had some snide comment ready to tease her. Today she had complete freedom to do as she chose. She had to fight the groan that threatened to escape as he dropped his pants, taking his boxers with as he was completely revealed to her. Once he'd kicked his last garment away, he stood and waited patiently for her next assignment.

He showed no sign of embarrassment at being so completely exposed to her, not that she had expected it. He was completely comfortable in his own skin. She gave herself a few more moments to appreciate the sight before her before she settled herself back against the bed.

"Climb onto the bed and give my breasts the attention they so desperately need . . . only my breasts," she instructed him. He wanted to ask her a question. She could see it on the tip of his tongue, but he wouldn't allow himself to break her rule. He knew he was on shaky footing with her, and he couldn't take the risk of increasing her anger with him. She could easily walk out of the penthouse and his life and leave him as a shell of his former self. "What is it, Bass?"

"Under or over your blouse," he asked.

"Under the blouse, over the lingerie," she instructed him. Her answer brought up another question that he wanted to ask but wouldn't. "What else?"

"Using just my hands or can my lips and tongue be involved?" he inquired.

"Most definitely your lips and tongue must be involved," she groaned at the mere thought of his lips against her skin. He felt his way onto the bed and then towards her body. His hands were on her much quicker than she had anticipated as she took a sharp breath at the contact. Once he had slid her blouse up her body, his hands closed around each breast sending her arching off the bed towards his touch. He smirked victoriously as he lowered his lips taking one nipple into his mouth, tempting her through the lace fabric.

"This isn't going to work," she snarled as she reached behind her back and unfastened her bra so he had full access. Never needing to be told what to do, his lips latched onto her breast as he began alternately licking, sucking, and biting at the tender flesh. Even blindfolded his actions were the same as if he could fully see what he was doing. If she hadn't been so completely turned on at the moment, she would have accused him of peaking.

"Chuck, I change my mind," she gasped as he released her first breast and was tending to the other one. "Take off my clothes and take me now."

"Does this mean I get to speak?" he inquired hesitantly.

"God yes," she moaned as she reached up to remove his blindfold. His eyes closed suddenly as the bright lights that surrounded them as he adjusted to being able to see again. When he opened his eyes again, there was a curious halo effect around her body.

"You wanted hot and messy right?" he prompted her as he swiftly removed her clothes and climbed over her.

"Yes," she nodded as her eyes racked over his body as he came into position, settling between her open legs, his erection rubbed against her nether lips but not nudging in like he was tempted to do.

"How messy do you want this?" he asked as his fingertips brushed against the tight nipples of her breasts softly.

"At this moment, I don't care," she growled, "Just get on with it."

He slammed into her without warning. She hissed at the sensation, which caused him to freeze. He thought for a moment that he was hurting her.

"Don't stop," she gasped as she arched into him.

"Are you sure?" he inquired. She didn't feel nearly as ready for him as she usually was. He realized he should have tested the waters before he dove in, but he thought she was there by her desperate pleas.

"Keep going," she demanded.

"Blair, you're not ready for me," he stated the obvious, "This is going to hurt."

"Then fix it," she demanded as she slid his hand down her body to the spot where they were joined so intimately.

His fingers slid in and began teasing her clitoris to which she responded immediately as she began thrashing against him in wild abandon. Her juices began to flow a little more freely so he felt more comfortable proceeding. He pulled his fingers away to a whimper of disappointment. They were coated in her juices, which he promptly rubbed over each breast before latching on again to clean her off.

"More," she demanded as he began to push deeper inside.

"You're going to hate me for this," he told her as he pulled out just as he was about ready to explode, which he promptly did, coating her abdomen in his semen.

"Chuck!" she exclaimed, "I wasn't ready yet!"

"Give me a few moments to work my magic," he told her as he began caressing her folds with his fingers again, "I'm giving you the messy you are demanding."

"That was mostly a figure of speech," she told him, crying out in pleasure as she spoke the last word as he flicked her clitoris lightly. She had been so close when he'd pulled out. Now she was almost back to when they'd first started.

"Do you trust me?" he asked as he looked deep into her eyes.

"Despite everything you've done behind my back these past several months, I do trust you . . . with my life," she confirmed without the slightest hesitation.

He slid his hand out of her again, earning himself another whimper of displeasure as he threaded his hand into hers guiding it to his penis and encouraging her to begin massaging him. He'd never responded to his own hand like he did hers, and he needed to be quick in claiming her again or she was likely to scratch his eyes out.

"That's it, Beautiful, stroke me for all I'm worth," he encouraged her as he began to caress her abdomen, spreading out his juices. She didn't seem nearly as repulsed by what he'd done as he'd expected. He'd never even attempted this before as she was always so keen on him releasing inside her. He'd taken a risk and it appeared to be paying off.

"Please tell me this is enough," she told him as she gripped his member tightly, "Because I cannot take much more of this. I was so close."

"I'm sorry," he told her as he kissed her lips lightly as his entire upper body came to rest against hers as he wrapped his arms around her as he pulled her upright and onto her knees.

Just when she thought he was going to slid into her he slid out of her arms instead. "Where the hell are you going?" she inquired as he maneuver around her so that he was behind her. She felt the bed shift as he climbed behind her pressing his body against her backside, his erection rubbing against her derriere as his arm snaked around her waist so she couldn't pull away if she hand any thought of doing so. He could feel her tense in his arms.

"Relax," he whispered into her ear.

"You'd better not being thinking about going back door on me," she warned him, "You've pissed me off enough today."

"I would never dream of it," he chuckled slightly as he nibbled at her ear. She was up for just about anything when it came to the two of them and their sexual positions, but she refused to give him anal sex ever again. She hated nearly every moment of it the first time, even though it had originally been her idea.

"Please, Chuck, I need you inside me," she pleaded with him as he massaged her breasts softly as his lips found the nape of her neck.

Chuck pushed into her slowly from behind as Blair cried out in relief. He held her tight against him as he pushed and pulled himself in and out of her. Blair was screaming for her release as his hand slid down her torso and slipped inside her to add the necessary stimulation to her clitoris. She suddenly exploded in pleasure causing him to achieve his second release.

Blair grabbed Chuck's arm and held him to her as he appeared to be pulling away.

"Don't you dare move," she warned him as her fingernails digging into his forearm, "You aren't done yet."

"Beautiful, I've done all I can for a few minutes," he chuckled as he nibbled at her ear.

"Wrong," she snapped as her free hand slid down his other arm to where his fingers were still inside her. She grasped his wrist and pulled his fingers out before sliding them back in.

"Is that how you want me to play it?" he inquired as he began to play her delicate folds to precision.

"Yes," she moaned as she felt herself become aroused again. She bit her lip to keep from screaming out again. Her voice felt raw from their previous romp, and she didn't want him to tease her later.

His fingers kept working her through her second orgasm and into her third.

"Stop," she gasped for breath as she tried to push his hands away. She couldn't take much more.

"What is the magic word?" he whispered in her ear.

"You're killing me, Bass," she tried to inhale a deep breath.

"Such a turn on, but not the word I'm looking for," he chuckled darkly as he sucked lightly at the skin behind her earlobe.

"Chuck," she gasped as she turned her head. He devoured her lips immediately.

"Say the word, Beautiful," he told her gently as he continued to working his fingers in her relentlessly.

"Awk," she cried as she felt a fourth orgasm building.

"This doesn't end until I hear it," he cautioned her as he devoured her lips yet again.

She pulled away breathlessly and in barely more than a whisper uttered the word he needed to hear. "Please." As he pulled his hand away from her body she fell toward onto the bed, face first into the pillows.

Chuck flipped her onto her side as he curled in against her. Her entire body was shaking as every nerve ending was firing as she gasped for air. The wheezing sound she began making had him nervous. She'd been out of breath after their love making before, but never had she sounded like this.

"Breath, Sweetheart," he told her as her chest rose and fell quickly. "Breath deeper."

She was hyperventilating.

"Shit," he cursed as he was out of bed in an instant and running into their kitchen, opening and closing drawers in his haste to find a paper bag for her to breath into. Finding one in the pantry, he returned to her side and held the bag over her nose and lips.

Blair's breathing evened out after a torturous few minutes.

"I'm so sorry, Beautiful," he told her as he began nuzzling into her neck in an effort to make amends. He felt horrible for how hard he pushed her, how relentless he worked her.

"Never apologize for pleasuring me," she replied as she ran her hands through the coarse hairs of his chest.

"I should never have pushed you so hard," he continued with his self-loathing. "I forget some times how delicate you can be. Four orgasms that close together would kill me."

"Just remember the next time I tell you that you're killing me, I mean it," she warned him as she snuggled into his chest as her exhaustion began to take hold.

"I'll keep that in mind," he chuckled as he pulled her in close. "I love you, Blair."

"I love you too," she sighed as she suddenly smacked his chest.

"What is that for?" he inquired as he pulled away, his eyes showing how stunned he was by her actions.

"Don't ever try a hostile takeover on me ever again," she warned him, "I will not go as easy on you next time."

"Warning taken," he began laughing as he gathered her against him again as she drifted off to sleep.

TBC . . .

One more chapter to go. Enjoy.