The Way He Said Her Name

A/N: Okay guys, here's the sequel to "The Way She Said His Name." This chapter was supposed to start the story out tame, but took on a life of its own when I was writing it and turned into some very kinky-office-sex. So I'm rating this story M for the sake of the first chapter, but not every chapter will necessarily be M. Sound good? I hope you enjoy and reviews are always adored 3

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Depending on his mood, Chuck had a different way of saying Blair's name. And she loved them all equally.

Relieved

"Ah, Blair" he sighed in relief when she walked into the room. He spoke with a pleasant formality that always threatened to turn the corners of her lips up.

Despite sounding calm and collected, though, Blair instantly caught on to the tense way his jaw was locked before she entered the room. Upon seeing him, she could practically feel his stress melting away from his shoulders into a puddle of gratitude as he saw her.

"Hello, Darling" she answered as she handed him the ever-important-file he somehow forgot to bring with him to work that day.

He had been a wreck when he called her urgently, asking—no, begging her to rush over the file in question. Without it, he had a room full of members from the board and absolutely nothing to show them. To say he had been freaking out would have been an understatement.

Chuck stood up to greet her with a kiss on the cheek as he accepted the file.

"Thank you" he sighed into her ear.

She merely smiled in response.

Chuck cleared his throat.

"You remember meeting the team I'm sure" he said, motioning to the men at the table.

"Of course. Gentlemen" she addressed them "I'm sorry for the delay. Charles and I must have mixed up our briefcases on our way out the door this morning. You do understand, don't you?"

"Oh yes, Miss Waldorf, it was an honest mistake" Ted Robbins immediately chirped up, causing Chuck to refrain from rolling his eyes as Blair smiled at the boy sweetly.

That was his smile. His batted eye-lashes and his flirtatious eyes. No one else's.

It was safe to say that he still hadn't completely gotten over his jealous-streak from their adolescent days.

Although at the same time, he couldn't exactly blame his pathetic employee for salivating over his delectable girlfriend.

Chuck let his eyes skim over her entire appearance: snug-fitting white blouse, grey high-waisted pencil skirt, and fire-engine-red heels which matched her perfectly pouty lips.

She was every man's walking wet dream. The only woman he's ever known to be completely classy and completely fuckable at the same time—the type of perfection he never got tired to violating.

She was his.

"I should get going then" Blair said as she sauntered back over to Chuck "I'm sure you boys have a long, hard day of work ahead of you."

She leaned over to give him a chaste kiss.

"You've got that right" he whispered so only she could hear him.

With a wink, Blair turned around and left—but not before flirtatiously waving at the other men at the table, who followed her every move like a pack of dogs.

Chuck looked down and he flipped open the file she brought him. On top of the document was a note scribbled to him in Blair's adorable little handwriting.

You so owe me, Mister.

Your office. I'll be waiting.

Love, Blair

Next to her name was the outline of a kiss which matched the shade of lip-stick she was wearing perfectly.

Chuck hid a smile and cleared his throat.

"Here's the proposal, gentlemen. Take a moment to look over it while I go take care of something" he said as he excused himself.

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She was waiting for him, as promised—though much to his surprise, fully clothed.

Sitting on top of his desk, perfectly toned legs crossed, it was like she could read his mind.

"I thought you'd have more fun undressing me yourself" she told him.

"Normally I'd agree with that" he said, locking the door with a click "But today, I want the clothes to stay on."

"Oh really? So, you like this little ensemble I picked out for you?" she asked as she ran her hands over the undersides of her breasts.

"No, I fucking love it" he said as he moved in front of her. He placed his hands on either side of his desk where she was sitting, trapping her legs in between his own. "You look like a naughty teacher, secretary, librarian and client all rolled into one."

"That was more or less the look I was going for" she confessed as she leaned forward and ran her tongue over his lips.

"Shit Blair" he whispered right before he attacked her mouth, gripping her hips almost painfully as he grounded himself against her core.

"Ahhh" she gasped, breaking the kiss but still so close their mouths practically touches. "How do you want me, baby?"

Fuck. And here Chuck thought he was supposed to be doing a favor for her.

"Right here" he declared, hastily pushing her fitted skirt up around her waist.

Blair didn't hesistate to grab on to the top of his dress pants, flinging his belt across the room and attacking the buttons and zipper.

"Fuck, I love you" whispered harshly as she reached in and wrapped her soft hand around his shaft.

"You like that?" she asked as she began to pump him.

"Blair…" he sighed in response.

He began to undo the buttons of her blouse before getting frustrated and ripping at the offending material. After a few tugs, several button flew across the room, revealing the tops of her supple breasts heaving from their constraints in a crème-colored push-up bra.

"God, I don't deserve you" Chuck confessed as his mouth ascended on the tops of her breasts.

He ran his lips and tongue all over the exposed flesh, occasionally biting down gently in order to elicit gasps from her.

Blair pushed his pants and boxers down, freeing his member.

"Fuck me, Chuck" she whispered "I need your hard cock inside me."

Set off by her demands and dirty mouth, Chuck pulled off her panties and thrusted inside of her with abandon.

Blair pulled at the collar of his shirt as her mouth assaulted his neck. She continued to whisper profanities in his ear as she alternated with biting and kissing his sensitive skin.

"Oh yeah baby, just like that" she moaned "No one can fuck me like you" she bit his shoulder "God I'm so wet for your cock" she sucked on his neck "Yeah, yeah, uhh, it feels so good to have you pound into me" she whispered as she licked the shell of his ear "I never want you to stop. I want you inside me forever" she panted.

"Oh fuck" Chuck gasped. His eyes were screwed shut in a mix of pain and pleasure. She knew how badly he wanted to come, but he would hold himself back until he gave her what she needed.

"Yeah that's right. Keep fucking me baby. Teach me a lesson, punish me like you've always wanted to. Show me who the big bad CEO of Bass Industries is" she demanded.

At that, Chuck pushed Blair forcefully so she was lying flat on her back—knocking various items off his desk in the process.

"You love this don't you?" he grunted into her ear as he leaned over and began thrusting into her at a neck-breaking speed "You love being my filthy little whore."

"Uhh, fuck yes" she cried out.

"I'm gonna fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk straight out of this office" he told her "I'm gonna spend myself inside you until you have my cum running down your thighs so that everyone will know exactly what I did to you."

"Yes do it. More…more" she begged as she felt her climax approaching fast, her red heels digging painfully into his back.

"You're almost there aren't you?" he asked, noticing the warning signs.

"Just one more thrust baby, that's all I need" she told him before the life-shattering orgasm hit her.

Chuck pressed a bruising kiss to her mouth to silence their cries of pleasure so to not disturb the whole building.

He pulled back to pant violently against her face. Blair returned his heavy breathing.

"I love you" she panted.

"I love you too" he said quietly, their foreheads now touching. "Fuck Blair, that was intense."

"Did you like it?" she asked meekly, running her fingers through his hair. Gone was the wild sex kitten he was screwing moments before. The woman who was still under him currently had suddenly turned shy…almost embarrassed.

"Like it? Are you kidding?" he asked incredulously.

"Well we don't usually do stuff like that" she whispered "I didn't want you to think less of me for saying those things."

"Blair, if anything it just makes me love you more" he said seriously.

She looked at him disbelieving.

"I'm serious" he told her "Because it means you trust me enough to let yourself go. No inhibitions, no limits. That's what trust is all about. I never want you to be afraid of wanting to experiment—especially in bed" he added cheekily "The kinkier the better."

"Well good" she sighed as he helped her into a seated position "Cause that was pretty mind-blowing."

"I agree" he told her as he tried to fix the top of her blouse to no avail "Where did that come from anyways?"

"I don't really know" she said as she smoothed out the wrinkles in his dress-shirt "It was just something about seeing you at the head of that conference table. All grown up, responsible and sexy. Not to mention power-hungry" she said playfully. "I was overwhelmed with the desire for you to dominate me. Is that normal?"

"We're not normal" he told her with a kiss "We're extraordinary."

That's when she gave him a smile—a real smile, his smile that he adored more than his own fortune.

"Thank you for coming to my rescue this morning" he said as he helped her off the desk and regain her footing, "I'd be lost without you."

"I know" she grinned "Now, you should probably be getting back to the boys."

"And you should attempt to walk out of here with an ounce of dignity" he smirked.

She hit his arm playfully, but couldn't wipe the smile from her face.

"I'll see you tonight?" she asked "I'm making dinner."

"I wouldn't miss it for the world, Waldorf" he said.

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"So gentlemen, where were we?" Chuck asked as he strolled back into the conference room, looking a little too smug.

"Um sir?" Ted said.

"Yes, Robbins?"

"You have some...uh...something on your collar" he said.

Chuck reached up in confusion and pulled at his collar.

Fire-engine red lip-stick.

"Well like I said, Robbins, I had to take care of something" he said, throwing a wink in his direction.

Ted turned bright red, while some of the older male board members threw disapproving glances at each other.

The younger, newer members, however, grinned at each other knowingly.

They had the best boss in the world.